The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female a-like. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Sharon Miller is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
FARMGIRL IN BONDAGE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Miller's pussy was steaming. Tiny, pearl-like drops of cunt juice clung to the jet-black hairs that haloed her delicate, pink pussy.
A few feet away stood Ralph as he had so many times lately. His gigantic cock was throbbing, standing straight up from the blond mesh of his crotch hair. His balls had tightened. His handsome stupid face was all smiles. His pale-blue eyes were locked on the smoldering area between Sharon's legs.
"Fuck me," she whispered, running the tip of her tongue over her top teeth. "Mmmmm, I could stand a big, juicy cock right now."
Ralph nodded, took a cautious step forward. He then dropped to his knees and let his eyes play over her body. He'd seen her so many times like this, but it always seemed like the first.
Christ, she was so good looking!
All the other farmgirls around looked like old squaws, shoulders bent, wide hips, hardly any tits at all, and they smelled like chicken shit.
Not Sharon. No sireee.
She was almost as tall as he was. Her hair was coffee-black, a dark, rich color. It swept around her shoulders like an ebony waterfall, the ends just touching her firm, upturned nipples. Her tits were swollen, perfectly shaped, milk-white. She had a tiny waist that he could reach around with his hands, and rounded hips that gave way to long, shapely legs. Her ass was just made for touching, kneading with fingers.
Her best feature, however was her pussy. Goddamn Almighty, he never knew what to stick in it-his prick or his tongue!
Sharon propped herself up on her elbows and gave him a wide smile, lifting her right eyebrow. She loved the way Ralph looked at her. She loved that hunger, that need, in his eyes.
"Well?" she teased, rocking her hips around in the straw that' lay scattered in the barn. "You gonna look all day, or are you gonna sample the goods?"
Ralph licked his lips as he placed his large, calloused hands on her thighs. He felt his cock throb harder, slap against his stomach. His nuts were rumbling wildly, sending jolts of anguished pleasure into his loins. His muscles tightened, glistened with sweat.
"Can . . . I lick your pussy?" he asked, his voice cracking.
For a split-second, Sharon felt like screaming at him. God, he may be good looking as shit and built like a bull, but did he have to fucking ask all the time? Couldn't he-just once-take her?
"Chew on it," she whispered, placing her right hand behind his head and pushing his head down to her cunt. "Mmmmm, take my clit and gnaw on it like a bone."
When she felt his warm, wet lips against her pussy, she jerked her hips upward. His teeth hitting her tender membranes caused a choking moan to escape her lips.
"That's . . . it," she grunted. "Now . . . chew, you bastard."
"I . . . I don't want to hurt you, sugar," Ralph said, pulling his head back. "You're like a little, china doll."
Sharon closed her eyes, feeling a dull ache throb at the back of her cunt. It was going to be like all the other times. A slow, steady assault that left her empty, needing something. She didn't know exactly what was missing or she would have told him, but making love shouldn't always be the same.
God, even when he'd popped her cherry last year, it hadn't hurt. Not that he wasn't passionate. God, no. With that big, hard cock of his, he could make her body hum with excitement. And just looking at those weather-beaten, tanned muscles was enough to cause her pussy to bubble. But it seemed when she was just about to get off-really get off-it always dropped off suddenly.
"Since this is our last time for a while," she said softly, stroking the back of his neck, "do it the way I want it, okay?"
Ralph wasn't even listening, totally captivated with the delicate aroma, the heady flavor, of her pussy. He nuzzled his nose into the soft, silky hairs and flicked his tongue over the swollen bud of her clit. His hands were gently kneading the flesh of her hips.
Sharon looked around the barn, her gaze taking in the harnesses, the leather whips, the various gear and tackle used on a Texas farm. When she looked at them, something caused an emotion to rise in her that she couldn't explain.
And that length of rope there.
She remembered going to the rodeo when she was a child and saw the calf-roping event. Everyone else was concerned with the speed and technique of the rider. Her eyes had been on that calf, and the ropes that had cut into the animal's hide. She remembered stumbling and racing to one of the outdoor Johnnys. Before the door was closed, she had jabbed her fingers under her panties and played with her hairless cunt. She had screamed so loud that someone opened the door, thinking she'd fallen in.
That same feeling was hitting her again.
She ran her nails over Ralph's muscular, broad shoulders, pushed him harder against her cunt. She bent her knees and dug her heels into the straw, heaving her hips upward.
"Goddamn you!" she spat, tearing her nails into the taut flesh of his neck, "make it . . . good! Make it . . . "
Ralph licked happily away, like her pussy was an all-day sucker.
Is what she was thinking wrong? She wanted him to . . . hurt her! She wanted to be like that little calf, all tied up, made helpless. And she wanted him to use his big, hard cock like a weapon.
Another past scene assaulted her. It was plowing time and the mule in front of her, in the harness, was sweating, straining against the lathered-up leather. Her father had taken his whip and lashed out when the animal balked.
Even now she couldn't see a mule without feeling a delicious tingle in her pussy. That was why she had to get the hell off this farm. She was going nutty!
"Put . . . put that harness on me, Ralph!" she gasped, wondering where she'd found the courage to say the words. Ralph was so straight, it had taken her months even to get him to kiss her cunt, or for him to let her suck off his pecker.
"Huh?" Ralph grunted, lapping his tongue up and down the fluttering lips of her pussy. "What'd you say?"
"Could you put that harness on me, and . . . fuck me?" she said, her voice shaking. Just the idea caused a thrill of excitement to hit her. "Just this . . . once?" she added.
"You crazy?" Ralph grinned, looking up through the satiny bush of her cunt hair. "A harness, ha!"
Sharon flushed with embarrassment.
"Just . . . lick my pussy," she said, defeated for the moment. "Stick your tongue in and make it like your big cock."
Ralph went back to his slow, gentle sucking. He placed his thumbs at the sides of her pussy and stretched the opening slightly. As the loose folds of skin were peeled back, he looked into the pink, fluttering tunnel. Her cunt-walls were oozing an opaque juice.
"Love the taste," he gurgled, collecting the sweet fluid on his tongue and swallowing it. "Mmmmmm, you have the best, the hottest pussy in the world, baby."
Then do something with it, dammit!
"Ohhhh . . . Ralph, do it faster, harder!" she begged, half-sitting and jerking her hips up and down savagely. "God, I . . . I can't take it! It itches so much!"
She again looked at the walls of the barn, almost able to feel the sweat-stained leather harness. She wanted the touch of it on her body, to feel the halter crawl against her neck. She wanted . . .
"Unhhhhhh!" she screamed suddenly, her body freezing with climax.
She twisted around, then threw her legs over his shoulders. As the pleasure mounted with lightning-like speed, she threw herself to one side, then climbed on his upper body. She began humping and grinding over his open mouth like a sex-crazed animal.
"Fuck me!" she panted, her fingers clawing at the straw. "Goddamn you! Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuckkkkk meeeeee!"
Ralph was so taken by surprise that he didn't have time to react. She'd never done anything like this before. God, she was hammering against his mouth like a piston machine!
Suddenly, Sharon fell limp against his face. His tongue was fully inside her spent cunt. She squirmed her ass around for a few seconds, then gave a long, satisfied groan.
That was almost it, she thought. Almost. She'd loved thinking about the harness, loved the way his teeth had jabbed into her pussy. Yes, it was painful, but deliciously so. And in a way, the pain was even better than the pleasure. The first taste of this new experience made her want more. Much more.
"Want some cock now?" Ralph murmured, gently pushing her to her side. "Huh? A good, long fucking?"
"Later," Sharon said, her green eyes flashing with new-found lust. "First, I want to work on you with my mouth."
Ralph swallowed hard. He -liked it when she did that, and in some ways he didn't. Somehow, it didn't seem quite natural. And the way she licked and sucked on his cum, for Christ's sake. Kinda made him sick to his stomach. And, besides, that, he always felt so helpless laying there. It felt . . . maybe too good sometimes. And anyway, she could never get more than a couple of inches of his cock in her mouth, and that made his balls ache like crazy.
"I'm going to lick and suck your cock all over," Sharon said. "Mmmmm, every square inch, baby. You just lay there and enjoy it."
She pushed him to his back and knelt between his legs, her eyes moving over his taut, muscular body. He was about six feet tall, and had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. His square jaw and angular features always made her feel excited. His chest was sculptured, covered with honey-brown hair, but the hair that framed his face and surrounded his cock was the color of the straw he was lying on.
"What a nice piece of meat," she whispered, holding his cock. She gently pulled the loose foreskin down to completely reveal the swollen, purplish head of his prick. A tiny glistening drop of clear fluid oozed from his cum-hole. "Mmmmmm, I could just eat you up."
She lowered her face to his crotch. Ralph spread his legs and closed his eyes, waiting for her warm mouth on the tip of his prick. When he felt her hair tickle his chest and her lips on his shoulder, he shot her a quick look.
"What-what are you doing?" he asked.
"I said, sweetheart, I'm gonna lick you . . . all over," she answered, baring her teeth. She sank them into the muscles of his shoulder, then lapped her tongue over the tanned flesh. "Mmmmm, like it?"
"I . . . I guess so," he said, swallowing hard, wondering what was in store.
Sharon chewed and nibbled toward his neck, then kissed across his chest. She took each of his nipples between her teeth and bit them, pulling her head back. Then, after leaving his chest glistening with her warm spit, she inched her way down.
"Oh . . . " Ralph grunted, flexing his muscles. Her searing tongue sent shivers up his spine. "I . . . I don't know if I can take that, baby!"
"Yes, you can," Sharon murmured, licking across his chest again. "Oh, Ralph, you taste good."
A few seconds later, she nibbled down his arm, then sucked on each of his fingers as if they were tiny cocks. After rolling her tongue over his sweaty palm, she moved to the other arm.
"Now . . . now you gonna suck me?" Ralph whispered. His cock felt like it was going to explode, and his balls had already receeded slightly in his loins. "I . . . I'm more than ready, baby."
"I'm not," Sharon said, moving her lips across his hairy stomach.
After leaving his belly wet with spit, she kissed around his crotch, just barely touching the outer fringe of coarse pubic hair. Slowly, she moved downward, over the tops of his thighs, covering his knees with warm kisses.
"All of you," she whispered hoarsely, her mouth moving downward toward his feet.
She licked and chewed on his soles, his toes, his heels. After both feet had been treated to her suck job, she scraped her bared teeth up his legs. When her nose nudged his pulsating balls, she placed her hands under his thighs and lifted his legs so that his knees touched his chest.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Ralph gasped, an expression of near-fear in his eyes.
"Your sweet asshole, too," Sharon said, lapping at the hair crack of his shitter.
This was almost too much for Ralph. What had gotten into her? Sucking on his ass! It wasn't normal!
"Don't," he said, trying to lower his legs.
"Yes," Sharon said, munching toward the acrid-smelling entrance of his ass. "All of you . . . "
Ralph had no choice but to lie there and take the torture. And sure, he had to admit, it felt good, but . . . it made him feel funny. She shouldn't be doing that.
Sharon pushed him to his side, then drew his leg fully upward to give herself a better angle. When the puckered, hairy rim of his shitter came into view, she locked her mouth tightly around it and thrust her tongue inside.
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, feeling her pussy juice up with pleasure. She loved the taste, the texture of his maleness, how his muscles flexed against her soft skin.
Ralph had never before felt such hard pressure in his loins. It was almost as if some invisible hand had him in a vise-like grip. His cum was boiling, begging to be free.
"You'd better . . . suck me now, if you're going to," he grunted, grasping fistfuls of straw. "I'm just about to cum all over my stomach . . . "
"Oh, don't want that," Sharon said, quickly putting his leg back down and nuzzling into his crotch. "I want to have your cum going down my throat."
Any other time, her remark would have disgusted him, but now he didn't care. All he wanted was release. The pressure was beginning to hurt.
"Suck me," he grunted, placing his hands at the back of her head, pushing her face against the underside of his prick. "Come on, baby, stick it in and lick on it!"
As Sharon eyed his enormous, pulsating shaft of cock, she felt a twinge. It was a sensation she'd never experienced, almost like when her pussy got excited.
"I'm going to try to get it all down," she said, knowing, however, that she couldn't. Christ, Ralph's cock must be a foot long, and as big around as her wrist!
"Shit, baby, you can't do that," Ralph said. Her tittle mouth was about the size of her tiny pussy. "But . . . suck on it anyway."
"If I do, will you do me a favor?" Sharon said suddenly, a glint in her eye.
"Huh?"
"If I can take it all. Every inch," she said. "Then, would you do something for me?"
"Hell, yes!" Ralph said. What could he lose? Never in a million years could she take it all. Shit, he could barely get all of his prick in her pussy.
"Yeah," he added, "anything."
Sharon trembled with excitement, because she knew exactly what she was going to ask for.
"Here goes," she said, taking a quick breath. "Gonna take it all . . . "
Her words trailed off to a smack as she engulfed his massive cockhead with her wet lips. She gulped down an inch. Then two inches.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, munching in another two inches of his prick, more than she'd ever taken before.
"Ohhhh, that's good," Ralph grunted, holding the back of her neck with both hands. He spread his meaty thighs and exhaled loudly. "Suck it good, cocksucker!"
Sharon pulled her mouth back up his shaft and took another breath. From her angle, his prick looked as big as the one on their prize stud bull.
"God, you're hung," she said, her eyes glazed with hungry pleasure.
"I knew you couldn't take it," Ralph said, a hint of victory in his voice.
"I'm not finished," Sharon said, gulping his pulsating cockhead back into her mouth.
She took another deep breath, then gobbled forward. Four inches. Five inches. Six inches! The tip of his cock pressed against her tonsils, causing her to gag slightly. She swallowed and let her throat muscles relax. Seven inches!
Slowly, the gigantic shaft of his prick stretched her throat, inched down her esophagus. Only a little more . . .
His wiry crotch hairs tickled her nose, then brushed against her lips. Her chin bumped against his tight, throbbing balls.
"God-Goddamn!" Ralph cried out, his body freezing in total pleasure. "I . . . I don't fucking believe it!"
Quite frankly, Sharon didn't believe it either, yet, she had done it. And the oddest thing was, it had been fairly easy. Sure, it hurt a little, but that was what made it so wonderful.
"Aaaaghhhh," she gurgled.
"Suck me off, cocksucker!" Ralph said, grimacing with agonized pleasure. "Keep it in your mouth like that and eat my cum."
Sharon stayed where she was for several long seconds, then slowly pulled her mouth back up. She took a deep breath, then took the entire length of his cock back inside her throat. Again, she withdrew, letting his prick slap against his stomach.
"Don't stop!" Ralph said, his eyes wide with animal-like lust. "I . . . I was almost there."
"I did it," Sharon said.
"Sure as fuck did," he said. "Now do it some more."
"Now, about that favor," Sharon said, lapping at his loose foreskin. "Huh?"
! "You said if I could take it all-and I did-you'd do me a favor," she said.
"Yeah," Ralph said quickly, eager for her to get her mouth back around his prick. Christ, it felt like his cock was gonna split right in two! "Name it, honey."
"I want you to harness me up like a mule and fuck me from behind," Sharon said. When she saw his startled expression, she added quickly, "You promised!"
It looked like a battle was going on inside Ralph's head. After a couple of seconds, defeat written on his face, he nodded his head.
"Okay," he said. "Anything! Just suck me!"
Sharon locked her mouth once more around his trembling cockhead and gulped.
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon sucked his cock furiously, taking every hard inch of Ralph's enormous cock. Each stroke seemed to send an electric-like jolt of raw pleasure through her guts. She rubbed her knees together to relieve the horrible itch, but it only made it worse.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Ralph said, sweat beading out on his forehead. His mouth was stretched open in a grimace of anguished ecstasy, his eyes half-closed. "God, lick! I . . . I'm almost . . . fucking there!"
Sharon chewed and gobbled on his cock faster, so fast that her forehead slapped his stomach like clapping hands. Her chin was gouging his nuts, her fingers clawing at his muscled chest.
"Mmmmmmfff! Mmmmmfff!" she gurgled, feeling her own orgasm just seconds away. She just hoped she would climax when his thick shower of jism blasted her throat.
"Jesus . . . now! Fuck! Unhhhhh . . . now!" Ralph barked, punching his hips upward. As her teeth scraped the root of his prick, and some of the flesh that surrounded his nuts slipped between her lips, the first molten wad of cum shot up his prick, then exploded from his ballooning cockhead. "Suck!"
Sharon had sucked him off a lot of times, but this was different. He'd never been so excited before, so intense. And the way his hips were jerking up and down! His wiry cock hairs were scratching her lips. Her throat was pounded by delicious, hard meat. The thick mass of his jism bolted from the tip of his shaft.
"Aaaggggmfffff!" she choked, feeling the cum shower her throat. Some of the fiery liquid shot upward, behind her nose. Then, as a huge lump of cream gushed into her stomach, twin streams of milky cum shot from both nostrils.
"Fuck! Suck, you cocksucking whore!" Ralph said, his words hissing through clenched teeth. "Every fucking drop! Lick it!
Sharon worked on his cock like it was the last one on earth, trying desperately to catch every precious wad. Even her starving mouth, however, couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon, her throat, her mouth and even her nostrils were loaded with the lumps of cum. And still he was shooting out more!
Her climax hit her when the bulk of his load burst from his cockhead, causing her to scream, sending a shower of jism from the corners of her mouth. As his cum oozed into his cock hairs, over his balls, she bathed her face in the glorious juices.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" she gargled, gulping until her throat ached from the spasms.
Another wild orgasm tore into her pussy. She humped her ass up and down, then wrapped her arms around his hips. She pulled him on top of her body and thrust her head upward.
Ralph began pumping his body up and down wildly, shoving the last of his cum-load into the back of her throat. He finally lifted himself slowly, then pressed his full weight against he face.
"Jesus!" he wheezed, his eyes closing in satisfaction. "Wha-what hit me?"
Sharon continued licking on his cock until she was sure that every wonderful glob was in her mouth. A few moments later, she pushed him away and sat up. She scooped the stray streams of cream from her chin and cheeks. She then sighed.
"Delicious," she whispered, stroking his chest with her sticky fingers. "You've got the best-tasting cum in the world, Ralph."
Ralph was so exhausted he couldn't even comment. He felt like he'd fallen on his head or something. He was empty and drained.
Sharon was also exhausted, but she wasn't about to forget his promise. She stood up on shaky legs and walked over to where the harness hung. When she touched it, she felt a sudden surge of pleasure. Quickly, she lifted the leather apparatus off the rusty nail and held it against her body.
"How about a little plowing?" she teased, placing the harness around her body. "Hmmmmm? Want to plow that big cock in my pussy now?"
Although it was fairly obvious from his expression that he didn't want to, Ralph sat up, ready to do as she asked. He was a man of his word, even when spoken in haste.
"What you want me to do?" he asked, his chest still heaving.
"Tighten up the harness and put this halter around my neck," Sharon explained. "Then get behind me like I was a horse or a mule, and fuck me from behind, doggy-style."
"Sorta got animals on the brain, don't you?" Ralph chuckled.
"The only animal I have on my mind is you, you big bull stud," Sharon giggled, kneeling down beside him. "I . . . I want you to do it good," she said, suddenly serious.
With unusual deftness, Ralph arranged the harness around her body, tightening up the slack by tying the leather leashes' in knots. One large leather strap pressed over her tits, slightly flattening them. He draped the halter around her neck, letting the bit drape over her chin.
"You . . . sure you want this?" he asked, feeling rather foolish.
"Yes," Sharon grunted. Already her pussy was boiling, ripe for his hard cock. And the pressure of the leather against her flesh caused her to break out in goose bumps. "Now . . . get behind me. And stick . . . stick that monster up my-my pussy!"
Ralph positioned himself behind her, kneeling between her legs. While he pulled some of the slack out of the halter straps, he nuzzled his cockhead into the damp patch of her luxurious cunt hair.
"Wow . . . you're sure fucking hot," he gasped. Her pussy juice felt like warm acid, almost eating into his foreskin. "This really turns you on, huh?"
"Fuck me," Sharon grunted, shaking her ass. Her pussy muscles were fluttering. "Hurry . . . God, if I don't get your big, sweet meat in my cunt, I'll go crazy! Pull . . . pull on the halter when you ram it to me!"
Ralph held the reins in his left hand. With his right hand he guided his cock into the puckered crack of her pussy. When the tip of his shaft entered into her cunt, he arched his back, then eased slightly forward. As more of her cunt surrounded his prick, he felt his nuts churn with a fresh load of cum.
"Damn . . . baby, you're so fucking tight," he grunted. "Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were a fucking virgin."
With him, Sharon sometimes felt like a virgin because his cock was so huge! And from this angle, his prick felt even bigger! His cock felt as big as a cattle prod.
"Pull on me," she said, rolling her head around, feeling the pressure of the leather and the bit. "Do it . . . hard, you fucking bastard!"
Ralph tugged on the reins, then shoved about half of his monstrous shaft inside her swollen cunthole. When he heard her scream out, however, he released the pressure.
"Hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes . . . and . . . and it's good!" Sharon moaned. "Do . . . do it some more. Make it hurt good!"
Although Ralph still didn't think this was a good idea, he gave another tug on the reins. He crammed the rest of his prick inside her tiny, throbbing hole. As his balls throbbed just under her crack, he leaned over her arched back and kissed her shoulder. Slowly, he kneaded her leather-constricted tits. He carefully pulled out a tiny, pink nipple, squeezed it between thumb and forefinger.
"God!" Sharon screamed, flinching with wild desire. It felt so good, so fantastic, it was almost as if she'd never done it before. "Screw me, you bastard! Ride my pussy and blow your cum out my ears!"
Ralph began hammering his cock in and out of her spasming pussy with growing speed. Soon, his hairy ass was a fleshy blur, his balls swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Occasionally, his balls smacked upward with an especially quick thrust of his prick, hitting the hairs at the top of her pussy crack.
"Screw it, you fucking bitch in heat!" he gasped, feeling his ecstasy turn to anguished pressure.
He was beginning to enjoy this, even if it was a little strange. Jesus, he thought suddenly, what if someone saw us? Sharon's parents? Or his own? They'd probably take the whip to both of us! Somehow, that thought lessened his pleasure, although not the torment in his balls.
"All the fucking way . . . up here," he panted, heaving forward, his stomach slapping her backside. "Every inch, baby. Every fucking hard, big . . . inch!"
Nothing seemed to matter to Sharon but the delicious feel of his plunging cock, his hard muscular body, the way the leather cut into her flesh. She was shaking like a leaf in a gusty wind.
"Fuck me! Hurt me!" she begged, her ecstasy building, hurting deliciously. "Do it! God, give it to me! Fuck me, you prick! All the way! Do it forever!"
Ralph gave a yank on the leather reins that almost snapped her head off. It was an involuntary movement, caused by sudden spasms that hit his balls. Suddenly his cum-load shot from his nuts and splattered upward. The molten juices seem to burn inside his cockhead for several seconds, then exploded into the back of her cunt.
"Fuck!" he growled, falling forward, crushing her beneath his huge, hulking weight. He squirmed his ass around, tightened the reins even harder, blasted in more globs of lava-like jism. "Screw it, you fucking bitch!"
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked as a mixture of total ecstasy and delicious pain riddled her guts. "Fuck! Screw! Fuck meeeeee!"
Ralph pumped in the bulk of his fiery cum, then slowed his movements, letting the convulsions of her pussy suck out the rest.
"Shit . . . it's like your fucking mouth," he said, molding his body to hers. "Only . . . better," he added, kissing the back of her neck, letting his tongue dart over her soft, silky flesh.
Sharon was only vaguely aware of his words. Her entire body was jerking with one climax after another. Finally, she went limp beneath him, gasping for breath, her heaving chest causing the leather straps to cut into her tits.
"That . . . that was perfect," she panted. "God, why haven't we ever done this before?"
Ralph could have thought of a hundred good reasons. Life on a West Texas farm wasn't exactly liberating. And all this harness stuff only embarrassed him. He didn't like feeling like an animal, a dumb mule, and that's how he'd acted.
"Do we have to do it again?" he asked sheepishly. "I . . . I mean, wasn't it fun the way we used to do it?"
Sharon almost laughed. "I guess if you don't want to," she said, a slight note of irritation in her voice.
"Good," Ralph said, moving off her and pulling the harness from her body. He stood up and hung up the leather apparatus, then turned and faced her. "Want to do it some more, or are we gonna have that talk?"
That talk, Sharon said to herself. Christ, they'd had it every night this week, and it always turned out the same way. She had to get away, because this farm wasn't her world.
Ralph had had other ideas. His father had given him forty acres of rich bottom land, and he'd already bought the lumber for their house. Next thing on his list was marriage, then kids, and planting corn and sweet potatoes and peanuts.
"You're not gonna start that thing about leaving, are you?" he asked. She was just saying that to play hard to get, he figured. Women. "We can get married, and then-"
"Look, Ralph," she began, standing, brushing the straw out of her hair, "my mind is made up. I can't spend the rest of my life wondering if . . . well, if I'd made a mistake."
"But I love you," he said, walking over and standing in front of her. He took her in his arms and kissed her. "Don't you understand that? And, shit, we've known each other for all our lives."
That was another part of the problem. He was the only one she'd known. Oftentime, she would feel guilty about thinking of other men, wondering how they were built, what excited them in bed. Sure, Ralph was great, but like this farm, he wasn't the world.
"I don't know," she said. "I just want to get away . . . for a while. See the world. Can't you understand how . . . how I feel?"
Ralph didn't want to admit it, but frankly, he was beginning to have second thoughts, too. She might be a little too rich for his blood, what with the harness deal and all.
"Well . . . " he said, shrugging, "it's your life . . . "
Sharon was glad that he was beginning to see it her way. Yes, she loved him, but . . . did she love him enough? She certainly didn't want to hurt him.
"I'm leaving now," she said suddenly, waiting for the shock in his eyes. She'd already packed and had been dreading this moment. "I'll . . . write," she added, weakly.
"Now?" Ralph gasped. "You mean, right this minute?"
"Well, I guess I could have one for the road," Sharon laughed. "That is, if you want to . . . "
"Can we do it my way?" he asked, pushing her back down on the straw.
"Yes, we can do it your way," Sharon replied.
He covered her body with his and fucked her ever so gently.
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon drove with one hand while She diddled her cunt with the other. Her fingers were hot and sticky, sliding in and out of her pussy with quick movements. Burning in her mind was the experience in the barn with Ralph. Those leather straps eating into her flesh, the quick flashes of pain, the hard thrusts of his gigantic cock.
For a moment, she almost regretted leaving. Dallas was still two hundred miles away. It wasn't too late to turn back. She shook her head and stepped harder on the accelerator. As she removed her fingers from under her panties, trying to keep her mind on her goal and not think of Ralph, the car began vibrating.
"Oh, no," she said, steering to the shoulder of the road. "Not . . . now!"
Yes, now, the car seemed to say with a sputter and a cough. Then came several minor explosions. Steam rose from under the hood before she could stop the car.
She got out of the car and raised the hood and looked at the engine. She might as well have been looking at the nucleus of an atom for all she knew of motors. There were so many hoses and pipes and greasy-looking things that belched black fluid. Steam engulfed her, and she felt warm water splatter against her ankles.
"Shit," she said evenly, then slammed the hood down. "And double-damned shit."
She didn't know how long she stood by the car before she was aware that neither a car nor a truck had passed on either side for fifteen minutes, maybe longer.
She was about to give up and start walking when she heard the sound of a truck in the distance. She waved her arms frantically, flagging it down.
A huge, black eighteen-wheeler pulled over about fifty yards in front of her stalled car, and two young men got out, hitching up their jeans as they neared her.
"Have a little trouble?" the one on the right asked, not even looking at the car. His eyes were roving over Sharon's body.
"A lot, I'm afraid," Sharon said.
After an examination of her car by both men, it was obvious there was nothing either of them could do without a fully equipped garage, and even then, it was a pretty dismal task.
Although Sharon was terribly irritated by the turn of events, she couldn't help but notice how attractive the men were. One of them was tall and lanky, a shock of blue-black hair surrounding an angular face. His nose was hawk-like. She saw jet-black hair peek from his open shirt. His arms were muscular and hairy, giving way to what looked like workman's hands. He was about thirty, she guessed.
The other man was around twenty-five, handsome in a carefree fashion. His eyes were golden-brown, the same color as the hair that swept about his square face. He was stockier than the other man, and a little shorter. He was wearing jeans that fit him like a second skin, showing off a thick mound between his legs.
"I'm Bob," the dark-haired man said, "and this here is Jerry."
"I'm Sharon Miller," Sharon said. "Do . . . do you think you could give me a ride?"
Bob smiled. "Sure. Where you going?"
"Dallas," Sharon answered.
"You have folks in Dallas?" Jerry asked. "Or are you on vacation?"
"Actually," Sharon giggled. "I guess I'm sort of running away. Going to the big city to make my fortune."
The two men exchanged glances.
"Well, hop aboard," Bob said. "And we'll be on our way."
* * *
Sharon was more than a little drunk. She had at first refused the bottle of Old Crow the men were passing back and forth, then took a few cautious sips. It tasted pretty bad, but it warmed her up within minutes, and she began talking freely, as if she'd known them all her life. She told them about the farm, about Ralph, and her plans in Dallas.
Jerry, who was sitting to her right, placed his large hand on her thigh, kneaded her soft flesh with his fingers. Sharon instinctively recoiled. She certainly didn't want them to get the idea that she was that kind of girl. She moved Jerry's hand away.
"Hey, baby," Jerry said, putting his hand back, "don't freeze up on us. We could have a lot of fun between here and Dallas."
"Not with me," Sharon said.
"Have another shot," Jerry said, pushing the half-full bottle at her lips. "Maybe that'll warm up that sweet pussy of yours."
"Let me out," Sharon said, suddenly feeling very much afraid. "I . . . I can find another ride . . . "
"No, you won't, baby," Jerry said, locking her in a tight embrace. He kissed her savagely, thrusting his booze-flavored tongue between her teeth."This is all the ride you're gonna need. We're gonna ride you fucking to death."
Sharon was terrified, but not too terrified to notice that the truck was pulling off the road, through what looked like an impassable thicket. Branches scraped the windows, the top of the cab, and they were in a little clearing, hidden from the highway.
"Don't!" Sharon gasped, struggling against the man's heavy embrace. "Please . . . don't!" The motor was shut off, and she felt rough hands on her body, tearing at her clothes. When her tits were exposed, she felt fingers squeezing her nipples, then the warmth of a sucking mouth. It wasuseless to fight. She was no match for one of them, much less two. Still, she tried, clawing, biting, screaming.
"Got ourselves a wild one this time," Bob said. "Guess we'll just have to tie her up and fuck her."
"Sounds good to me," Jerry said, opening the door and dragging Sharon out. He threw her to the ground, then kicked her when she tried to escape.
Sharon couldn't believe this was happening. One moment they were laughing and joking, the next . . .
"What . . . what are you going to do?" she gasped, her eyes wide with terror.
"Tie you up like a little pig and fuck the shit out of you," Bob said, chuckling. He had extracted some lengths of rope from a tool kit attached to the side of the truck. "Gonna fuck you until you squeal, baby."
With mounting horror, Sharon watched them attached the rough hemp to her wrists and ankles. They dragged her from the clearing, to the far edge of the thicket. They placed her between two trees, then wrapped the free ends of the ropes about the trunk. After pulling the slack out of the ropes, they both stood back and examined their work. Sharon stood there, spread-eagled, her legs and arms stretched out, the ropes cutting into her soft flesh.
It had happened so quickly, Sharon couldn't believe it. And the pain! It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting up and down her arms and legs.
"It . . . hurts!" she groaned, throwing her head back. "The ropes . . . "
"That ain't all that's gonna hurt," Jerry said ominously, tugging at his jeans.
Sharon watched with fascinated horror as the ment stripped naked, theft stood before her. Their cocks were bobbing up and down.
"Let me go, please!" she begged, tearing her eyes away from their crotches. In spite of her terror, she felt a quick, spasm-like sensation that burned the sensitive membranes around the entrance of her pussy. "Please!"
"Just look at this," Bob said, tearing the rest of Sharon's clothes away from her body. "A fucking princess. I haven't sucked on a pair of tits like these since . . . "
His words became a hungry muffle as he clamped his lips firmly around her right tit. He gobbled her rose-colored nipple, then chewed into the soft, yielding flesh. His hands slowly moved up her body, rested on her hips.
"No!" Sharon cried, flinching.
She watched Jerry move under the rope at her left and position himself behind her. Suddenly, she felt his rock-hard cock nuzzling into the crack of her asshole. What was he going to do!
"Ever had it in the ass, lady?" he asked. "Hmmmmm? You like fucking big cocks in the ass?"
Sharon thought for sure that she would faint. It was like a dream-no, a nightmare. Sandwiched between two, hulking men, she was about to be . . .raped!
They were going to stick those pricks in her body and . . . then she wondered if they would they do it . . . at the same time. Two cocks. Two, thick cocks grinding in her body together. One up her pussy, the other pumping away in her shitter. The thought horrified, yet fascinated, her, and she suddenly remembered making it with Ralph in the barn, how she had almost asked him to fuck her in the ass.
And now it was going to happen.
"Dear . . . God, no!" she panted, trying to ignore the ripples of pleasure that swept in and out of her pussy. "I . . . I can't . . . "
Rough hands were all over her body, the smell of whiskey on their breaths, their cocks were poking closer, throbbing against her flesh like pulsating snakes.
"Ready for some hot cock?" Bob asked, looking up from her tits. "Mmmmm, ever since I laid eyes on you, I've wanted to dip my cock in here."
Bob fingered her pussy, tugged on her swelling clit.
"Hey, I think she -likes this," he said, probing deeply inside her cunt.
"Mmmmm, I don't know about her, but I sure as fuck do," Jerry said. "Nothing I like better than screwing shitholes apart."
Sharon screamed out with a mixture of pain and pleasure when she felt the knob of his iron-like cock stab into the crack of her ass. Her muscles were tight, but the force of his move opened them. His cockhead slipped inside, followed by two or three inches of hard meat. It seemed to her like ten feet.
"Ohhhhhh . . . it's killing me!" she yelled, flinching. It was like a hot poker up her ass. "Take . . . take it out . . . please!"
"Baby, you're the hottest, tightest I've ever had," Jerry whispered in her ear. His tongue lapped over the back of her neck. "How about a little more. Hmmmmmmmm?"
Sharon's asshole widened to accommodate the enormous size of his cock shaft. And when she finally felt his rough, crotch hairs scrape the crack of her ass, she felt as if she were being split open. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. It was as if the pressure of his cock shaft was cutting of her air.
"She pretty good?" Bob asked Jerry. "Nice and tight?"
"The best," Jerry answered, squirming his ass around.
Sharon thought she would go crazy with the horrible pain that stabbed into her body. One cock-especially in her shitter-was pure torture, but another inside her pussy at the same time?
"Please," she gasped weakly, feeling as if she would faint. "God, you'll tear me . . . wide open."
"I plan on it, baby," Bob said, moving his mouth up the hollow of her throat. "When I fucks 'em, they stay fucked."
Sharon felt Bob's enormous cockhead pierce the lips of her cunt, then slide forward. Her cunt opening stretched to the breaking point, sending waves of raw torture throughout her guts.
"Like it?" he grunted, suddenly heaving forward with his full weight.
She had expected it to be horrible, but nothing like this! As they pumped back and forth, she could feel pain cut into her body like the sharp teeth. She wondered suddenly if she would ever be able to have sex again, or even piss. Would they ruin her?
"Fuck it, you little whore!" Jerry said, hammering his cock into her torn and bruised shitter. "Come on, work with me, baby. You'll fucking love it. I got all kinds of hot cum to screw into you. You want it, don't you?"
Sharon could almost imagine the thick loads of cum, pouring into her pussy and asshole at the same time. God, it would fill her up to overflowing. It would ooze from her holes, stream down both legs.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, feeling a slight twitch of pleasure. "No!"
Both men could feel that her insides had loosened slightly, giving them faster momentum. Their plunging cocks were slowly being worked on with the fluttering movements of her slippery walls.
"Knew you'd like it," Bob grunted, punching so hard he almost knocked Jerry backward. "See? Two big cocks to fuck on."
"Yes," Sharon said, closing her eyes. "I . . . I
. . . no . . . I . . . fuck . . . "
"What'd you say?" Bob asked, kissing her roughtly on the mouth. "Hmmmmm, baby? You like big cocks?"
"Fuck me!" Sharon gasped, no longer able to hold back her passion. "Stick it to me! Ohhhhhhh . . . yes! Give it to me good! You big bull studs!"
The men began fucking wildly, stabbing inward at the same time, crushing her between their heaving weights. Occasionally, they would vary their rhythm, one going in, while the other withdrew. When this happened, all three would sway back and forth.
Sharon no longer minded the fact that she was tied up. In fact, she wouldn't have it any other way. If only Ralph had done something like this, she might have never left the farm.
"I want it!" she groaned, her climax nearing. "I . . . I want gallons of hot cum to suck up my pussy and shitter. No . . . give it to me, you big, motherfucking bastards!"
The intensity in her voice made both men gouge and punch their pricks forward with brutal stabs. They were soon fucking so quickly that their balls smacked together. Bob was the first to feel the effects of their fucking.
"Gonna blow this pussy wide . . . fucking open!" he grunted. "You ready for-"
"Screw me!" Sharon shrieked. Her orgasm blasted in her insides like dynamite. She bucked and writhed as if she were on fire. Her pussy muscles trembled violently around his stabbing meat. "Now! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
She felt the surging warmth of Bob's cum-load. It filled her almost instantly, then began sloshing around his plunging cock shaft. Slowly, large wads formed at the bottom of her cunt and dripped down the insides of her thighs.
"Me . . . too!" Bob groaned. "Gonna load this sweet pussy up with-unh . . . fuck! Take it . . . here, whore!"
Sharon couldn't believe how fantastic it was to be screwed full of cum at the same time. It was an experience so vivid and so alive. Her pleasures burst violently.
"Aieeeeeeee!" she wailed, thrashing, pulling at the ropes until she felt her flesh tear. Even that pain was wonderful. Her screams were an echo of the thundering spasms that riddled her insides.
"Screw it all in, you little cocksucker!" Bob moaned, plowing in the last of his cum-load. "Take every fucking drop!"
Sharon felt thick wads of jism melt from both holes. The fluid crept down the insides of her thighs like thick buttermilk. She could almost see it, as it gathered at her knees, then hung in milky spiderwebs.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes!" she gasped, giving the last of her concentration fo the final convulsion of pleasure that tore from her pussy to her asshole and back again.
"Ohhh . . . shit," Bob said, crushing his body against hers. "Now, this is what I call a fucking!"
The men molded themselves around her for several more moments, then pulled away, their chests heaving with satisfaction. Bob broke the silence after a short while.
"We got ourselves one piece of tail," he chuckled.
"Sure do," Jerry agreed.
"You pigs!" Sharon spat, now more in control of her emotions. She hated them. She had been humiliated beyond belief. The worst part was that she had begged for that humiliation. "You filthy, fucking animals!"
"We'd better shut that little cocksucking mouth of hers," Jerry said, a glit in his eye.
"I was thinking the same time," Bob grinned.
"What-what are you going to do . . . now?" Sharon said, hating herself for sounding off like that.
"It's not what we're gonna do."
"Yeah," Jerry said. "You're gonna suck the fuck out of us." When he saw her angry expression, he added, "And if you do a good job, we just might not cut your throat."
"No . . . God, no!" Sharon gasped.
She had read in the newspapers about things like this.
Bob pulled a pocket knife out of his trousers, then held the blade up, just inches from her face.
"You gonna suck us off?" he asked.
"Yes," Sharon said, raw terror engulfing her like a damp, cold fog.
The man moved the knife closer, then touched her flesh with the glistening blade.
Sharon screamed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, baby, don't get excited," Bob said, sliding the side of the knife blade across her shoulder, then down her arm. "I'm just gonna cut you down. That's all."
Sharon thought her heart would burst, it was pounding so hard. When she had felt the knife against her skin, she thought for sure she had drawn her last breath.
"But don't get any imagine ideas," Bob said, slicing the blade first through the rope that bound her right hand, then her left. "We'll just have to retie you. Wouldn't want you to run off and miss out on all this hot cock to suck."
"Let's tie her up anyway," Jerry said, his eyes wide with lust. "I like it better that way."
"What do you say, baby?" Bob asked. "You're gonna do all the sucking. You might as well have a vote. Want us to hog-tie you against that tree?"
"Tie me up," she heard herself say.
"Oh . . . Jesus," Jerry gasped, swallowing hard. "I . . . I think I'm gonna love this baby."
With trembling hands, Jerry untied her feet, then positioned her against the large tree to her left. Her legs were pulled around the base so that her knees touched the ground. Her arms were also pulled back, then tied to her feet. The position was uncomfortable and painful, but exciting for Sharon, just as she'd imagined it would be. She felt a shiver of expectation shoot up her spine.
She was totally in their power. They could rape her mouth, then slash her throat, just as they had threatened. In a way-a crazy way-it only made the situation more erotic. Her throat began twitching.
"Screw my . . . mouth," she gasped. "Oh yes, give me some hard cock to suck!" She opened her mouth wide and lapped out her tongue. Her breathing was coming quicker. A spasm hit her pussy that sent out a thick glob of cunt juice.
"You want her first?" Bob asked Jerry.
"Sure as fuck do," Jerry answered, standing in front of Sharon, his cock just inches from her waiting mouth. "I'm gonna poke right through her fucking neck."
"You go ahead," Bob said. "I've got to get something out of the truck. Be right back."
Although Sharon wondered for a second what it was that Bob wanted from the truck, she no longer cared. All that mattered was that big, hard, throbbing cock in front of her face. Jerry's prick was a delicious monster, coated with a glistening residue of cum and pussy juice.
"Like it?" Jerry said, holding his prick with both hands. He inched his cock closer, then pulled back when she gulped for it. "Tell me how much you like it, cocksucker."
"I . . . I like it," Sharon gasped, her throat constricting with hunger. "Give . . . give it to me."
"Beg me for it," Jerry said, moving his cockhead in a swirling motion. Her mouth was following his prick, her tongue flickering out like a snake's. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you love it. How you're gonna go fucking nuts if you don't lick on some of my hot cum."
"I love it," Sharon said, her voice raw with lust. "I want to chew and suck on your hot cum. I . . . I want to munch on your hairy balls. Oh . . . God, I want to taste your cream!"
"Think you can take it all?" Jerry asked, pushing his cockhead between her lips. "For your own sake, you'd better be able to."
"I . . . will," Sharon gurgled, pursing her lips tightly around the tip of his shaft. Then she moaned, sliding her mouth fully down to the rock-hard, hairy root of his prick.
"Holy . . . fuck!" Jerry grunted. "Now, you're what I call a real fucking cocksucker!"
He pumped his hips forward with a savage move, causing the back of her head to hit the tree. When the entire slab of his cock was fully embedded in her throat, he raised his hands and rested them against the tree. He spread his legs a little wider.
"Ohhh . . . shit, yes," he groaned, squirming his ass around. "All the way, baby. Suck me good. Shit, I'll be good to you. I'll give you wads and wads of hot jism to suck on . . . "
Sharon couldn't believe how exciting it was, being tied up, forced to suck on this man's prick.
And, although the ropes hurt her and the tree bark felt like jagged rocks, they only added to her enjoyment. Her pussy was like a caldron, ready to burst.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, nuzzling her nose into his crotch hairs, inhaling the heady aroma of his masculinity. She inhaled, then spit around his pulsating shaft.
"Goddamn! Your little mouth is like a pussy," Jerry murmured. "So fucking tight and hot . . . "
He turned his head to one side when he saw Bob walking back from the truck.
"How is she?" Bob asked.
"Just take a gander at this," Jerry said. "Takes cock in her mouth like there's no fucking tomorrow."
"Jesus," Bob said, whistling. His buddy was built like a goddamned horse, and this little baby was taking every fucking inch of his prick. In fact, she looked like she could even take a lot more! "Just . . . hurry up," he added, feeling his loins burn with lust.
"Oh . . . no," Jerry said. "I'm gonna stay here for hours. Shit, this is almost too fucking good." He began humping his ass back and forth. "Ah, that's it. Yeah, baby, right down that cum-licking throat."
When Sharon heard the clinking of metal, she looked out of the corner of her eye. Bob had dropped a length of chain, half-inch links, about six or seven feet long. In his right hand were a pair of pliers. A look of cold terror replaced the lust in her eyes.
"Don't worry about this, sweetheart," Bob said, sitting beside her and stroking her thigh. "Just keep up the good work."
"Yeah, suck, bitch!" Jerry growled, unhappy with the interruption. "That's it! Flutter those throat muscles around my cock! Suck and pull on it! Yeah, smack those cocksucking lips!"
Sharon found it difficult to concentrate. What was Bob going to do with her? Why the pliers, the chain? She couldn't seem to take her eyes off them.
Bob was grinning lewdly, his eyes on his buddy's cock as it slipped in and out of her throat. His own prick was throbbing, gently slapping his stomach.
"I said suck, goddammit!" Jerry said, jerking her head around, burying her face in his crotch. "Keep your fucking mind on your blowjob. Suck me off, you fucking cunt! Shit, baby, I want to hold back, but I don't know . . . "
From the way his prick tasted, Sharon didn't know either. Already the steam from his nearing climax was etching the back of her throat like warm acid. And his balls were pulsating as they slapped against the hollow of her throat.
Suddenly, she forgot all about Bob, the chain, the pliers. Her pussy began throbbing, ready to burst. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and began working her lips up and down his shaft for all she was worth. She used every trick she knew-nibbling, sucking, chewing, wallowing her tongue over his stretched foreskin.
"Mmmmmfffff," she gurgled, her eyes fluttering closed. Her climax was building, spreading warmth inside her cunt. It seemed to reach from the pit of her stomach like a long claw and stroke her clit. She gave another gasping, choking cry as her pleasures peaked violently.
"Fuck a motherfucking duck!" Jerry barked, hammering his full weight forward. "Gonna, . . blow . . . it! Unhhhhh! Now, you cumsucker! Eat me! Swallow it!"
When the first, molten wave of rich, creamy jism slapped the back of her throat, Sharon's climax intensified tenfold. She began jerking and thrashing about, feeling the ropes cutting into her skin.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she spluttered, splattering cum from the corners of her mouth.
"That's . . . it, whore! All of it!" Jerry gasped, standing on his tiptoes, punching his cock savagely in and out of her cum-filled mouth. "Suck it. Gargle it down. Come on, baby, lick me fucking dry!"
Sharon sucked and pulled until her jaws ached, trying to capture all those delicious drops.
"Ohhhhh . . . here!" Jerry grunted, suddenly falling forward. The last of his jism oozed into the back of her throat. He squirmed his ass around for several seconds, then stopped all movement. His breathing was labored, raspy. "I . . . I've never had such a suck job."
"You finished?" Bob asked, rising.
"Aw, let me stay here a little longer," Jerry said. "You just don't fucking know how good it feels. So warm and hot . . . "
"I'm about to find out," Bob said, pulling his friend back by the shoulder.
Cold reality came back to Sharon. She was almost afraid to look at Bob, knowing that the expression on his face would be evil.
"Ever been chain-fucked, baby?" Bob said, dangling the chain in front of her. "And been worked on with pliers?"
Sharon shook her head, her eyes widening with fear.
"Let me show you how it's done," Bob said, almost like a teacher talking to a slightly backward child.
He untied her from the tree, then reapplied the ropes. This time, he wrapped the ropes around her wrists at her back and attached the knots at her wrists and ankles together, pulling them tight, causing her back to arch. As she knelt before him, completely bound, she thought she was going to faint. It was going to be something too horrible to mention.
"Jerry," Bob explained, "is going to shove this chain up your asshole while he works on your tits with these pliers."
"No!"
"Oh . . . yes," he grinned. "And while that's going on, you're gonna give the best blowjob of your career. Aren't you, sweetheart?"
"No! God, no!" Sharon said. "I . . . I . . . "
Bob whipped out the knife again.
"Because if you don't," he chuckled, "slash! Right through your sweet throat."
Sharon thought her mind would explode with horror. The chain, the pliers, the knife . . .
Bob moved closer . "holding the knife to his side.
"Now open that sweet, cocksucking mouth and give me what I want," he said. He threw the chain and pliers to Jerry. "I'll tell you when to yank it out, Jerry. Right when I'm blowing my load."
"Oh boy, this is gonna be fun," Jerry said, kneeling behind Sharon. "Ever had a chain up your ass?"
As Jerry stroked her ass cheeks with the cold metal, Sharon jerked as if she'd been slapped.
"Suck, baby," Bob commanded, placing his hands behind her head. The handle of the knife rubbed against her temple. "Open wide like a little bird and . . . suck . . . "
Sharon closed her lips around the enormous slab of Bob's prick, although she found it difficult to swallow it all. Her throat was constricted with terror, just thinking about what was going to happen. And she waited for the feel of that horrible chain, and those pliers . . .
"Come on, I know you can take it all," Bob said, pumping forward. "I saw you work on Jerry. Mine's not much bigger. All the way in, cocksucker."
Somehow, Sharon managed to relax her throat muscles, allowing the full length of his prick to ease between her lips.
"Now?" Jerry asked from behind her.
"Yeah, now," Bob said, grinning. "Stick that 'ol chain in and start her up like a lawn mower."
Sharon felt Jerry putting the chain against the crack of her ass. The link was hard and cold, and although smaller than a cock, it somehow seemed bigger. Her tiny, puckered opening stretched. Ripples of pain shot upward.
"Unhhhffff," she gurgled, jerking her head forward.
"Ah, that's it," Bob grunted, pumping forward. His prick was fully embedded in her throat, bathed in hot, sucking flesh. "Eat me!
Sharon was so confused, she could hardly see straight. It wasn't exactly bad, she realized, but it wasn't that great, either.
Another link was thrust into her shitter, then another. As Jerry forced the metal inside, he was rubbing his fingers between her thighs, occasionally pinching her clit.
"Now . . . give her the pliers," Bob grunted. "Make her scream, Jerry!"
Sharon was just getting used to the hard pressure of the chain, when she felt the metal jaws of the pliers against her right breast. Jerry squeezed her nipple gently at first, then with a jerk.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she groaned, her face turning white with anguish. Her teeth bit into the hairs of Bob's crotch. She inhaled quickly, then screamed out again.
"Good," Bob moaned, holding her head tightly so she couldn't pull away. He pumped back and forth with growing speed, jabbing the entire slab of his cock down her throat. "Lick . . . cocksucker!"
Sharon thought the top of her head would blow off, she was suffering so. She was aware of every nerve in her body by the separate and distinct way they pulsated with agony. She wished she could pass out, to escape this horrible reality.
Jerry tightened the grip of the pliers, causing her nipple to turn from pink, to red, to purple. Another three links of chain entered her shitter.
When she knew-absolutely knew-she couldn't take the pain another second, something seemed to happen in her body. Although pain was raging like a storm, there was an undercurrent of relief. As it swept toward the surface, there suddenly became a battle of sensations inside her body. Pleasure danced alongside pain. They fought, then joined forces, melting into a delicious spasm of raw ecstasy. She began jerking and writhing, feeling her pussy swell with nearing climax.
"Ah, now that's how I like it, baby," Bob grunted, heaving his full weight forward. As he made his quick move, Sharon was pushed slightly back. "All of it, whore, and then you'll get a hot load of cum to eat out . . . "
Sharon screamed around his pumping cock. Just the idea of having another massive glob of jism to suck on caused her insides to explode with savage relief. She gobbled like a starving animal.
"Almost there!" Bob said. "Get ready . . . to pull it out . . . "
Jerry jabbed another two links of chain inside Sharon's asshole, then looked up at his friend's pained expression. When he saw Bob nod, he grasped the end of the chain firmly and yanked it out.
Sharon thought the universe had exploded. Not only was her cunt on fire with pure, raw ecstasy, but now her asshole was treated to multiple spasms as the links of chain bumped out of her shitter. Then her mouth was filled with a churning caldron of pulsating cum.
"Suck, bitch!" Bob growled, pumping in more of his thick, creamy load of jism. "Lick it! Eat me alive, cocksucker!"
Sharon sucked furiously, almost as if she were trying to swallow his entire body inside her throat. And as she munched up and down his rock-hard, throbbing cock shaft, she experienced one fantastic climax after another. Soon, her body was shaking violently.
"Ohhhh . . . there," Bob finally said, spewing out the last of his molten jism. "Dry as a fucking bone."
He kept his crotch against her face for several moments, moving his hands over her shoulders. Finally, he pulled away and sat on the ground with a plop.
Jerry kept diddling her pussy, applying the pliers to first one tit, then the other. When he, too, felt his lust reach the boiling point, he stabbed his cock into her ass and gave three or four wild strokes.
"Unhhhhh! Take it!" he grunted, punching in his cum. "Screw it in your asshole, bitch!"
When Sharon felt his massive cock enter her torn shitter with a hard lunge, she climaxed again. This time it wasn't as intense, but it lasted much longer. A sweet, savage eternity.
Later, she fell to her side, her jaw hanging slack with satisfied pleasure. Her body ached and throbbed deliciously. Cum dripped and steamed from her mouth, her cunt and her raw, bruised asshole. She felt dead, hardly aware of their movements a little while later.
They were putting on their clothes.
She suddenly remembered the knife, and cold terror hit her again. She tried to struggle free, but it was hopeless. She was too weak.
"You got her purse?" she heard Jerry say, as if through a dense fog.
"Yeah," Bob answered. "Hey, look at this! We got ourselves some beer-drinking money."
Sharon wasn't at all concerned with the money. What good was three hundred dollars-or' a-million, for that matter-if she were dead?
"See you later, baby," Bob said.
"Yeah," Jerry chuckled. "Thanks for the sweet pussy and this sweet money."
They walked away, then she heard the truck start up.
Thank God! They hadn't killed her.
She would have laughed if her situation hadn't been so desperate. Here she was, tied up like a pig at killing time, her money gone and her car broken down.
She did the only thing she could. She wept. Silently at first, then with racking sobs. Finally, with tears streaking her cheeks, she struggled to her knees and began squirming her wrists and ankles.
The rope that bound her limbs together gave slightly. Then after several agonizing moments, she managed to pull it free.
She shook her head. Her feet were still tied together, as were her hands. And although she tried to free herself, it was pointless. Every movement seemed to tighten the bonds.
Feeling ridiculous, she began hopping through the thicket, falling down on occasion, and made for the highway.
A car sped by, then stopped. The driver was a heavy-set, short-haired blonde woman, named Estelle.
"My God, honey," she said, approaching Sharon. "What's happened to you!"
A torrent of words burst from Sharon's mouth. "I was tied up and raped by two truckers, and they stuck a chain up my ass and worked on me with pliers, and Ralph didn't want to fuck me in a harness and my car is broken down and my three hundred dollars was stolen and-"
"Hold on," Estelle interrupted, her mouth gaping wide. "One thing at a time."
Free at last, and dressed in her torn clothing, she got in the car with Estelle and cried for twenty miles before she could tell her story.
"Well, I'll be turkey-fucked," Estelle said, shaking her head. "And I thought I had problems."
CHAPTER FIVE
Sharon learned that Estelle ran a truck stop on Interstate 20, about forty miles outside Dallas. She also managed a small collection of cabins behind the truck stop, where truckers often slept for a few hours.
Her place was small, homey, with good food. Lately, however, business had been so bad that she was close to being run out of business by the bigger places located right on the highway. Her truck stop was off the road, an inconvenience, and mostly unknown except for the older drivers.
"And my one good waitress quit just like that yesterday," Estelle continued. "Married one of the old-timers, and she's gonna go on his runs with him." She gave Sharon a careful glance. "Don't guess you'd be interested, would you?"
Quite frankly, Sharon had had her fill of truckers. Yet, she had no money, no transportation, nothing.
"I can give you a room in the back. It's a small cabin, but it's got a stove and refrigerator and a bed. It's not the Hilton, but-"
"Sure," Sharon said. "I . . . I can't go back home with my tail between my legs."
"Good," Estelle said, nodding her head. "We're almost there, honey. See? Estelle's Squat and Gobble."
The place was rundown, but, like Estelle had said, it looked homey. In front of the aging building were two diesel pumps. To the side and rear were weatherbeaten cabins, six that Sharon could count.
After depositing Sharon in her cabin, Estelle left her alone.
"See you tonight around eight, if that's okay," she said, then closed the door. Sharon made for the bathroom and took a steaming bath. She soaked for the better part of an hour, then collapsed on the soft bed. The sheets smelled fresh, the pillow was like heaven. She fell asleep instantly, and when she woke up it was dark outside. It took her several moments for her to collect her thoughts.
Suddenly, the door opened. A large man entered and threw a bag inside, obviously not aware that she was in the room. Until he flicked on the light.
"Wow," he said, smiling as his eyes took in the glory of her exposed tits. "You come with the room?"
"Who . . . what?"
"I'm Mike," the man said, his smile widening. "I stay here when I come through. Estelle is supposed to keep it for me."
Sharon didn't know what to say exactly. She was so stunned with his sudden entrance that she couldn't even think. At last, she jerked the sheets up to her neck and gave a timid smile.
"I'm . . . I'm the new waitress, and Estelle said I could stay here," she explained. "I . . . I guess she forgot about you . . . or-"
"Well, I don't usually make it through here until Tuesday, but I had to make a quick run." He picked up his bag and leaned against the door. "Well, guess I'll have to find another place."
"No," Sharon said quickly. "I . . . I was about to get up. And when I get off work, you will probably be gone, won't you?"
"You mean . . . we could be, uh, roommates?" the man chuckled.
"I guess so," Sharon said. "I go to work at eight."
"That's not for a couple of hours," the man said, checking his watch. "All right if I . . . stay?"
"Sure," Sharon said, wondering why her hands were shaking.
Dammit, she knew why they were shaking. Mike was a fantastic hunk of man! About six-four and weighing about two hundred pounds, he was the perfect specimen of a man. His hair was chocolate brown, his eyes the same color, and his face was angular. His shoulders were wide and meaty, giving way to a waspish waist. The bulge in his jeans was mouthwatering.
"Where shall I put my things?" he asked, looking around the room.
Right between my legs, you bastard, Sharon thought. Mmmmm, I want that big, hard, hairy body on top of me and that monstrous cock grinding my pussy to shreds.
"Anywhere," she said, gasping. a t t t
Sharon spread her legs wide and thrust her hips upward. Mike's thick cock pulsated as it slipped in and out of her pussy, completely filling her insides.
"Goddamn, baby, you've got the sweetest little pussy I've ever fucked," Mike grunted, embracing her tightly. His lips were at the hollow of her throat, his teeth nipping at the delicate, perfumed flesh. "I think . . . I could fuck you like this for days."
As Sharon squirmed beneath him, she couldn't believe how they had clicked, almost from that first moment. He had looked at her for a long while, then merely walked over and undressed.
When she saw him totally naked, her throat had constricted. Clothes may make the man, but not this one! He looked like a Greek god, perfect in every detail. The most outstanding feature, however, was his cock. His prick lay against the inside of his hairy thigh like a sleeping snake. His cock wasn't hard yet, yet it was almost a foot long.
He had then pulled the sheets back and got in bed beside her. At first, Sharon thought he was going to sleep, because he didn't move for a long while. He then rolled over and spread his body over hers, squirmed between her legs.
"You sure you don't come with the room?" he'd grinned, brushing his lips against hers.
"With you here, I could come and come and come," Sharon giggled.
"Good," Mike whispered, thrusting the tip of his swollen cock into her pussy. "Ahhhh . . . fuck . . . good!"
Sharon ran her hands over his smooth, muscular back, down to the crack of his hairy ass. She then slipped her fingers up and down the crevice, played at the small, puckered hole. She pushed him hard against her body, feeling the root of his cock stretch her cunt opening painfully.
"Fuck me," she groaned, biting at his mouth. "God, shove this big, hard monster in my pussy! Blow me full of hot cum!"
In a way, he reminded her of Ralph. Huge and hulking, and just as gentle. But after that horrible nightmare with Bob and Jerry, she was ready for something gentle. Her passion grew with lightning-like speed, then exploded, sending spasms of release up and down her spine.
"Wow' you sure pop your nuts quick, don't you?" Mike said, feeling the sucking intensity of her climax. Her cunt was milking his cock like a throat. "And that's how I like my women. Women who like prick."
"Mmmmmmm, I love yours," Sharon panted, then screamed out again as another convulsion of orgasm riddled her guts.
"Hey, how'd you get these bruises?" Mike asked a few seconds later, when her climax had subsided. "Looks like you've been tied up or something."
"I was," Sharon admitted, still gasping for breath.
"Huh?" Mike said, a glint in his brown eyes. "You . . . you like that stuff?"
Sharon didn't know how to answer. Yes, she did, and no, she didn't. Not when she thought her throat might be slashed, and not when she was going to be robbed.
"Why?" she teased, stroking his ass with her palms. "What makes you so . . . interested?"
"It's been a long time since I had a wild piece of ass," Mike said. "Most of them want to just lay there and moan and jerk." He laughed. "Takes a special kind of woman to really please me."
"Maybe I'm a special kind of woman," Sharon said, feeling her heart skip a beat. "Mmmmmmm, and I sure want to please you. I'll . . . do anything you want. Anything."
Mike had been in total control of his passion until she said that. He had been fucking his cock in and out of her spent cunt with rhythmic strokes, waiting for his release. Suddenly, he hammered savagely inside her cunt and his cock exploded with warmth.
"Fuckkkkkkk!" he cried out, biting the side of her neck.
Sharon was so taken by surprise, she could hardly react. When she felt his building climax, however, she soon caught up. She began thrashing and writhing as if she were on fire, working her cunt muscles furiously around his spurting prick.
"Screw me, you bastard!" she groaned, throwing her head to one side. "Screw me any way you want. Make it good! Make it hurt! Make it . . . fuckkkkkkk meeeeeee!"
Their bodies molded together for a long while, then they gave a final gasp into each other's mouths and fell limp. It was several moments before either spoke.
"You serious about doing . . . anything?" Mike said, breaking the comfortable silence.
"As long as you don't kill me," Sharon giggled. "What do you have in mind?"
"Ever been fist-fucked?" Mike said, his voice trembling.
"No," she admitted, not knowing what he meant, "but if that's what you want, sure."
"And you'll let me tie you up?"
"Like I said, anything," she grinned, arching one eyebrow.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Mike growled, pulling away and sitting on the side of the bed. "I must be fucking dreaming. Jesus, is this my lucky day!"
He reached for his overnight bag and extracted a well-worn flannel shirt. With some difficulty, he managed to tear it into long shreds. Sharon looked on with fascination. His hands were shaking, and his cock was slapping his stomach like a metronome. She'd never seen a man so excited before.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, when he turned and faced her, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Gonna tie you up," he said, grabbing her hands.
He turned her around after pulling her to her knees. He tied her wrists behind her. He then sat back and let his eyes play over the soft curves of her ass.
"Lie down," he said, his voice hoarse.
After she obeyed, Sharon felt him work on her ankles. He attached the strips of soft cloth first to her right foot, then her left. He then anchored the ends of the cloth against the railing of the bedframe so that she was spread-eagled.
"Hurt?" he asked, reaching for his jeans.
"Not . . . much," Sharon gasped. It did hurt, more than a little, but her excitement was growing, her pleasure overshadowing any pain. Then she heard the slithering sound of leather and cloth.
"Little added attraction," Mike said, slipping his belt from his jeans. "You game?"
"Oh . . . yes," Sharon said, feeling her passion mount. The idea of being taken by this strange man; to experience his dark, mysterious desires made her shiver with expectation. "Do . . . it. God, do it to me. Anything!"
As she lay there, feeling his knees press against the insides of her thighs, her cunt was boiling, already oozing juices into her jet-black hairs. She was getting hot.
She felt his fingers probe into the crevice of her ass, then jab against her greasy, puckered opening.
"Ouch!" she said, flinching. She remembered the horror of the chain up her shitter. "Better . . . better go easy," she gasped, her back arching. "I'm kinda sore there."
"Oh, you're gonna be real sore when I finish with you, baby," Mike said, his voice thick with emotion.
Sharon felt two fingers, then three jab into her shitter. When the pain became blinding, and she was about to scream out for him to stop, she felt the lash of leather against her ass. Immediately, the pain left her shitter and throbbed against the red, swollen welt.
"God!" she screamed, bucking. Another slap with the belt, then another. "You're . . . killing me!"
"This is only the beginning," Mike whispered, lowering his face to her ass cheek and kissing her bruise. "When I fist-fuck you, you'll-"
"How are you going to fist-fuck me with my hands tied?" Sharon asked, ignoring the spasm of pain that still shot into her body.
"What?" Mike laughed. "You mean, you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"No," Sharon admitted.
"It means, little baby, I stick my cock in your ass, beat your butt with this belt, and . . . and ram my fist up your cunt," he said, his voice cracking.
"No!" Sharon screamed, her voice muffled in the sheets.
"Yes," Mike said, licking his tongue over to where his fingers worked. "Oh . . . yes . . . "
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon struggled, but it was useless. Any movement only caused the knots to grow tighter. Suddenly, the leather whizzed through the air like the blade of a sword.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed out, throwing her head to one side. "It's . . . it's . . . God! It's fantastic!"
Although she found it difficult to believe, she was suffering more pain than she had with Bob and Jerry, but she had asked for this from Mike.
And, Christ, was he handsome, and built like a horse!
"Ready?" he grunted, lashing her again. "Huh, baby?"
Sharon could only nod her head. Her throat was constricted with passion, her gasps of air bursting from her lips with hungry grunts.
She felt him withdraw his fingers from her shitter, then felt the head of his throbbing cock. His cock pierced her anal opening, inch by inch. As the entrance swelled to take in his enormous cock size, he pounded her ass with the belt. The pain danced back and forth, then finally consumed her lower body.
At last, he moved the belt up her back and wrapped it around her neck. He pulled it through the buckle and tightened the slack. After giving it a yank that almost tore her head off, he fucked fully into her shitter.
"Ohhhh . . . fuck!" he groaned, squirming around, driving even some of the flesh surrounding his balls inside her asshole. "Just . . . as tight as I thought it would be! Christ, even tighter! Fucking . . . hot!"
It took Sharon a long while to get used to him. His cock was the biggest she'd ever had-probably ever would have. It felt as if he had his foot up there!
Mike's fingertips probed into the swollen, constricted rim of her cunt opening.
"How's this?" he grunted, again pulling on the belt so that it tightened around her neck. "Hmmm, you like it, baby? A big cock up your ass and pretty soon a big fist up your cunt?"
Sharon gave a strangled cry, unable to speak because of the pressure of the belt. She now had serious misgivings about this whole deal. Her asshole was on fire with pain, ready to split. And now, he was going to shove his fist up her pussy. And he was a big man. She had noticed that his hands were enormous.
His long fingers slipped farther inside her cunt, then stopped. Slowly, he bunched them together and made a fist. He then ground his hand around, probing her harder.
"Mmmmmfffff!" Sharon gurgled, her skin beginning to glisten with sweat. Her face was almost dead-white, her heart thundering wildly. She screamed again, feeling his cock stab forward.
"Almost . . . all the way, honey," Mike said, pumping his ass up and down as he fucked his fist through the clenched opening of her pussy. "Just a little more . . . "
Fiery pain burst into her guts. She felt his knuckles slip through her drumhead-tight cunt opening, then came slight relief. His wrist had made it past her pussy muscles.
"There," Mike wheezed, then began moving his hand around. At the same time, he pumped his ass up and down. His cock was slipping in and out of her shitter noisily, his balls thudding against the bottom of her cunt crack. "Love it . . . don't you?"
Sharon felt as if she'd been turned inside out. Never before had she known it was possible to feel such horrible agony. What made it stranger, however, were the other sensations. Pleasure seemed to be the echo of agony. When the horror grew to the breaking point, a surge of warmth would ease into her body. The two feelings swayed back and forth, finally uniting, causing electric-like jolts of ecstasy to riddle her guts.
"Fuck . . . fuck me," she panted weakly, her eyes rolling. She bit her lower lip, tasting the salty flavor of blood. "Goddamn . . . you, you mother-fucking stud! Shove it to me! Fuck me!"
His hand and cock were lying side by side, separated only by the thin membrane which divided her holes. At times, she was even afraid he might puncture it.
Mike was an expert, however. He knew how to inflict pain without damage. He spread his fingers out slightly. He could feel the contour of his cock, jacking it slightly through her slippery guts.
"Screw it, whore," he groaned, feeling the intensity of his ecstasy almost boil over. "All the fucking way in. Come on, eat on my prick and fist with your sweet body, you cum-sucking whore!"
Sharon began working with him as best as she could. With her feet and hands tied, however, she could barely rock to her side, and his enormous weight was crushing down on her. The muscles inside her holes, however, were fluttering wildly, lapping on him like twin throats.
"Harder, faster!" she begged. "Screw my butt full of hot milky cum!"
She couldn't wait for the first hot flash of his creamy juice. And just the thought, coupled with the sensations of agony, set her off. She flinched, then began bucking so hard that she almost threw him off her body.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh!" she yelled, her voice thick with satisfied lust. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkkk meeeeeee!"
Her orgasm was so intense that it felt as if her insides had become frozen. Then, when she thought it couldn't possibly get any better, it did. Deliciously so. Thundering waves of raw, pure release swept in and out of her body, leaving her limp with exhaustion. She was lying in damp sheets, her body racked with every pleasurable sensation possible. And still it wasn't over.
"Fuck it, bitch!" Mike grunted, heaving his full weight into her shitter. His fist was grinding, slipping and sliding inside her fluttering cunt. "Take all my big cock and . . . fuck it! Almost there!"
He banged into her shitter. He wanted to stop, or at least slow down to preserve the delicious agony, but his body betrayed him. He made futile attempts to hold back the crashing waves of cum as they boiled against the constricted muscle at the root of his cock, but they seeped through. With a hard punch, his load burst up the center of his cock with the pressure of a power hose.
"Unhhhhhhh!" he groaned, reaching under her body and grasping her tits. He plowed the first of his jism into her shitter, punched his fist in, then tore at her nipples with his other hand. He bit the belt with his teeth and yanked his head back.
Sharon was so excited, so engrossed in her pleasures, she felt as if the universe had exploded. She was flying through a vacuum of space, every cell in her body exploding, dissolving, becoming reborn.
Globs of jism soaked into her shitter, then finding no more room, sloshed backward, soaking his slapping balls. Some of the rich, thick fluid oozed toward her cunt.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" Mike growled over and over, hammering in the last of his gigantic cum-load.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sharon gasped, her pleasures reaching a level that caused the room to spin.
At last, with a thundering slam of his prick, Mike deposited the final glob of cum into her shitter and fell against her body. His panting breath was warm and wet against the back of her neck.
"Ohhhh . . . shit . . . I've never fucked . . . until now," he grunted. "Damn, baby, you're the best! Your little pussy and your shitter suck just like a mouth!"
"Just any old mouth?" Sharon teased. "Or my mouth?"
"You gonna work on my prick with your lips?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.
"You just try to stop me," she said, turning her bead with some difficulty. "If you'll just untie me, I'll show you, just-"
"No, I want you this way," Mike said quickly, rolling away, slowly withdrawing his cock and fist.
"How can I?" Sharon said. "I can't get dose to it." She looked at his greasy cock. "And I want to suck every big inch."
"Shit," Mike chuckled. "Where'd you put it?"
"You don't think I can, do you?" Sharon said. "Just let me loose and I'll show you."
"Well, if you can," Mike said, "I've got something else in mind."
"You name it," Sharon said, eager to try anything with this man. Anything.
"Gonna fuck your throat like it's a pussy," he said, fumbling with the strips of cloth at her wrists.
After he had removed the bonds, he retied her, this time on her back, her legs and arms stretched wide, the ends of the cloth attached to the bed frame. He then crawled onto the bed and straddled her middle.
"Mmmmmmm, so . . . big," Sharon groaned, eyeing his cum-smeared cock. "Now, stick it in my mouth and I'll show you I can eat you all up."
For several moments, Mike teased her by squirming his tight, hairy ass on her upturned tits. Occasionally, her rubbery nipples brushed over his asshole and he worked his muscles, sucking her nipple inside.
"Ohhh . . . I . . . want your cock!" Sharon said, her eyes greedy as she looked at his rock-hard shaft of cock meat. "Mmmmmm, give it to me. Slide it over my tongue."
Mike lowered his cock with his left hand. He placed his right hand behind her head and lifted her face. Fascinated, he watched her lips lock around his prick, then munch toward the hairy root.
"Well . . . I'll be goddamned," he said. "You . . . can take it all!"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Sharon gurgled. She felt the back of her throat ache, throb with growing hunger. She gave another muffled groan of ecstasy, lifting her hips slightly.
"Ah . . . that's good, baby," Mike grunted, punching forward, his balls draping over her chin. "All the fucking way in like that. God, I've never had a lady do this before. Shit, I don't know where the fuck you're putting it!"
It felt like his cock was going right into her stomach, Sharon thought. Her chest felt constricted, her throat fully stretched to take it all in. But any pain she might have felt was dispelled by the fantastic pleasure that his cock gave her.
She writhed and undulated, stabbing her nose into his crotch hairs. Already, with just a few stabs, her pussy was ready to boil over.
"Lick it, baby. Christ, suck me good. I . . . I . . . fuck, it feels perfect," Mike grunted. He suddenly withdrew his cock and lay the underside of his shaft on her face. While she nipped at his balls with her teeth, he felt his muscles tighten. "You . . . you take it in the mouth?"
What did he mean? Take it in the mouth. Hadn't she just done it?
"Your balls?" she asked, gulping them both between her lips. "Hmmmmmm?"
"My . . . cum," Mike explained. "You gonna let me blow my wad in your mouth?"
Surely he must be kidding. What girl in her right mind would refuse to suck on that delicious cream!
"I love sucking cum," she said, spitting his nuts out. "I could drink down gallons."
"Oh, Jesus, I hoped you would," Mike said, punching the tip of his cock into her mouth. "Some women don't like it. They'll go down, but won't eat it."
"Mmmmmfffff!" she choked, her orgasm hitting her by surprise. It surged in and out of her cunt, then exploded upward, locking her throat muscles around his plunging shaft.
"Godamighty!" Mike grunted, pumping his coek into her mouth with a savage stroke. "You really fucking like cock, don't you?"
Sharon could concentrate on only two things. First, and most deliriously, his hard, plunging cock. And second, the way her pussy throbbed and jerked, spasming with outrageous pleasure. She bucked and writhed as if she were being tortured. And in a way, she was. She was struggling with the bonds, trying to free her hands. She wanted to grab his hairy ass.
"Suck it, cocksucker!" Mike gasped, withdrawing, hammering back inside. "Goddamn you, you little cock-eating slut! Gobble it right into your motherfucking stomach."
He felt the heat in his loins burn more intensely, but didn't fight it. He knew it would be useless. He fucked into her throat with his full strength, hitting her forehead with his stomach.
A couple of seconds later, when her climax had subsided to a dull throb, Sharon tasted the flavor of his cum. She lapped her tongue furiously around his grinding shaft, bared her teeth. She couldn't wait for his hot blast, to savor every delicious drop.
She didn't have long to wait.
"Fuck . . . I'm almost . . . there!" Mike barked, pounding his ass forward and squirming around. He rested his head against the headboard and jabbed his hands behind her head, totally locking his cock in her mouth. "Just like a fucking pussy! Suck! Unhhhhhhhh!"
Sharon's mouth was flooded with thick, bubbling wads of cum. Some of the juices shot upward, filling the back of her nose. A few seconds later, twin, glistening streams of jism melted from both nostrils.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh," she gurgled. Her climax renewed itself, burning her pussy like a torch. It subsided for only a brief second, then expanded, climbing even higher.
"Suck it all!" Mike growled, hammering his cum-slinging cock violently into her throat. "Gargle it, baby! Come on! Suck me fucking dry!"
Although Sharon hadn't planned on missing a single drop, she hadn't planned on there being so much! She didn't know where all of it was coming from. Her throat, her mouth, even her nose were full of cum.
Another thundering climax caused her to scream, sending a thick shower of cream from her lips. As it blew into his hairs and on his balls, she inhaled, taking some of the fluid back inside her mouth. She then swallowed and gulped so quickly that her throat ached.
"Eat it, whore!" Mike said, finally giving her the last of his jism. He rocked back and forth. When he felt her mouth tighten at the root of his prick, he slowly removed his cock, releasing the final glob of his cum. Then he fell to his side.
Sharon lay there and licked her lips, capturing all the stray wads of cum, then swallowing them. She, too, was exhausted, but her pussy was begging for more.
"Mmmmm, fuck me again," she whispered. "I . . . I want . . . need your big hard cock, Mike."
"Shit," Mike sighed. "It'd be like fucking a wet noodle. Christ, it felt like you sucked out my brains."
"Untie me," Sharon said, her urgency rising. "I'll work on you a little. Would you like that? If I rode you like a horse?"
Mike did as she asked, but not with much conviction. His prick looked and felt like a dead banana. When Sharon straddled him, however, things changed radically.
Her flopping tits, her angelic smile, her tight, oozing cunt soon took effect. He felt his balls rumble, tighten. His cock became rock-hard, then entered her pussy easily. Then, as her pussy muscles sucked on his shaft, he ran his fingers over her tits. The touch was electric.
"God, baby, I . . . I don't believe this!" he gasped. "You . . . you're a regular fuck machine!"
Sharon was too busy to comment. His cock was driving in and out of her, jabbing fully into her cunt. And it felt so good. She climaxed within a matter of moments, then she had another delicious orgasm when she felt his warm cum boiling into her cunt.
Finally, they lay side by side, snuggled in each other's arms. They talked as he stroked her exhausted body, and she told him what had happened to her, how she came to be at Estelle's truck stop.
If she had known how angry he was going to get, she wouldn't have told him. For a moment, she thought he would explode. He then demanded their names, what their truck looked like.
Unfortunately, she could only tell him their first names, and she hadn't really noticed the truck at all. She suddenly remembered that one of the tires didn't look like the others. It had lug nuts painted blue, she thought.
Mike digested that information in silence.
"Well, if I ever run into those bastards," he said, "I'll-shit, I don't know what I'll do."
"Oh, forget them," Sharon said. "It's done and over."
"It might be done, but it isn't over,' Mike said, a grim expression on his face.
"Well, I guess I'd better get ready for work,"
Sharon said, moving away. "You gonna come in later? Before you leave?"
"Sure am," Mike grinned.
He followed her into the bathroom and watched her bathe, his eyes moving over her perfectly shaped body.
"You . . . you gonna be here . . . long?" he finally asked, flushing slightly. "I mean, with Estelle?"
"I guess," Sharon answered. "Until I get some money."
"How much do you need?" Mike asked.
"I want to make it on my own," Sharon said, "but thanks, anyway."
"When I come through here, could I-" He swallowed hard.
"Could you share the room with me?" Sharon finished. "Of course." She shot him a quick look. "But let's not get too serious, okay?"
"Sure," Mike said, although he knew he was already serious. "Don't work too hard," he added, trying to sound casual. He left the bathroom and crawled between the sheets.
Sharon gave him a light kiss before she left for work. She wondered how many other good-looking truckers she would meet at her job.
She hoped there would be plenty.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After three days at the truck stop, Sharon had met plenty of men. In fact, she felt rather like a small child in a candy store. She had a choice of every shape and size, and she had sampled plenty.
"Business sure has picked up since you came here," Estelle said to her during one of their rare quiet moments. "Word sure travels fast, I guess."
True, truckers had told other truckers about the good food, the homey atmosphere, but most of all, about Sharon. Even those who hadn't scored came in just to look at her. Those who had, came in for seconds.
"Well, guess I'll take off now," Sharon said.
"Alone?" Estelle asked. "A special occasion?"
Sharon laughed. "No, that young kid is waiting for me."
Estelle frowned, then giggled.
"Oh . . . him," she said, remembering the guy with the bull neck, the dark good looks. "Well, just remember, I don't mind sloppy seconds at all."
Sharon stepped out into the night air and inhaled deeply. Everything was working out perfect. She had a good job, plenty of tips, a room of her own, and Estelle had hinted that she wouldn't mind taking on a partner.
And she had all those wonderful men to pick and choose from. She'd lost count of the number of cocks she'd fucked and sucked. And some of them sure had some kinky ideas! Not that she ever minded one bit.
Right now she wanted a big, juicy cock, and it was just forty feet away. She quickened her step, feeling her pussy throb deliciously.
Two pairs of hands suddenly grabbed her. A palm was against her mouth, cutting off her scream.
"Well, hello," she heard a familiar voice. The smell of whiskey on his breath almost made her eyes burn. "We . . . meet again."
No, her mind screamed. God . . . no!
It was Bob and Jerry. And from the looks in their eyes, she felt her insides churn with terror. They took a quick look around, then dragged her toward their truck. Instead of pushing her in the cab, Jerry unbolted the back and threw her inside.
Darkness engulfed her immediately. And when she screamed, she knew it was too late. The truck was already moving. She cautiously got to her feet, stumbling into boxes and over gritty blankets. The truck turned sharply, throwing her back to the floor. She hit her head against the side of a crate, then rolled over the floor. She seemed to be floating, falling slowly.
Then, nothing.
* * *
"She ain't dead, is she?" she heard a voice say. It sounded far away, echoing.
"No," another voice said. "Just a little bump. Here, hold her head up while I give her this."
Sharon tasted the sting of cheap whiskey. She tried to struggle free, but her head throbbed with each slight movement. She was then lifted, her arms stretched wide. Then her legs. She felt rough hemp scratch her flesh. Slowly, she forced her eyes open, tried to remember what had happened.
Then it all came back to her, flooding her with a mixture of anger and fear. She was in their truck, tied up, her naked body against the corrugated inside wall. The inside was lighted by a flashlight, casting eerie shadows.
"You . . . bastards!" she spat, looking at their leering faces. "What the hell do you think-"
"Still a live wire, huh?" Jerry chuckled, running his right hand over her upturned tits. "Mmmmm, I been thinking about your sweet little pussy for days." He stroked the jet-black fur of her cunt. "You got a nice one. Everybody says so. Like a snapping turtle."
Both men almost doubled over with laughter.
Sharon felt woozy suddenly, and she knew it wasn't from the knock on the head. It must be the whiskey. But she'd only had a small sip. Just enough to . . .
"What did you give me?" she asked, remembering swallowing something about the size of an aspirin.
"Aw, just a little something to make you more . . .cooperative," Bob laughed.
"Nothing will make me-" Sharon began, but she couldn't finish. Her lips felt numb. The flashlight suddenly quivered. Colors danced on the walls.
"Like it?" Jerry asked, examining a small vial of purple pills. "We haven't tried them yet, but they're supposed to be strong enough to knock the stubborn out of a mule."
Sharon was beginning to believe it. She felt alive, but tired. And those colors! Even the air smelled different. She giggled suddenly, watching a large crate in the corner develop a face and wink at her.
"What am I doing here?" she asked the walls. She laughed again, feeling warm. "Mike? That you? Ralph?"
"Yeah," Jerry said. "I'm Mike and this here is Ralph."
"Ohhhhhh, that's nice," Sharon said, closing her eyes. "Ralph and Mike together. Both of you . . . fuck me . . . "
"Sure will, honey," Bob said, tugging at his jeans.
"Gonna give you lots and lots of cock," Jerry added.
Something was wrong, Sharon knew, very wrong. Only what was it? She tried desperately to think. She had been working, yeah, that much she knew. And then . . . the bushes, and the darkness and whiskey and . . .
"You . . . kidnapped me," she managed to stammer out.
"Just for a little while," Bob said, removing his clothing. "When we're finished, we'll let you go. That is, if you do what we want."
"Wha-what do you want?" she asked, trying to focus her eyes.
"Why, baby, you're a fucking gold mine," Jerry said, stroking her hips.
"I don't know what you mean," Sharon said, pronouncing each word carefully.
"You know how lonely truckers get," Jerry explained. "Too fucking lonely. So Bob and I thought why not capitalize on that fact? We take you along with us, and when we stop at a roadside rest area, we offer them something to ease the lonely hours."
"Like you, for instance," Bob said. "For fifty bucks a throw. Now, ain't that a pretty good arrangement? You get all kinds of cock and we get all kinds of money."
"While your pussy holds out," Jerry laughed.
"No," Sharon said weakly. "Please . . . no . . . "
"But first," Jerry said, moving his naked body next to hers and rolling the tip of his cock against her side, "we're gonna sample the goods again."
"Yea, my ol' pecker has just been aching for a dip into that little cooze of yours," Bob said.
Without the drug, Sharon might have been able to fight them, or scream, or something. But whatever they gave her made her feel like rubber. Reality seemed to come and go, and it wasn't exactly unpleasant.
"Feel my big cock?" Bob whispered into her ear. "You like it, baby?"
"Mmmmmm, cock," Sharon murmured. In her hand, she saw two, throbbing pricks. One was haloed with corn-colored hair, the other surrounded by thick patches of chocolate brown fuzz. Ralph . . . Mike . . .
Her throat constricted with passion. Wouldn't it be wonderful to suck off Ralph and have Mike fuck her at the same time? She shivered, her ecstasy building, inflaming her insides.
"Fuck me," she gasped, her body tightening. "Ohhhh . . . God, yes! Fuck me!"
"I want her first," Jerry whispered, standing in front of her. "Hope you don't mind."
Bob did, but what the hell. They had plenty of time. And anyway, pussy had always been second on his list. Money was the prime mover as far as he was concerned.
They could hit a rest area once a night, and, with say twenty truckers getting their fill, that would be . . . dollar signs danced in his head.
Jerry began thrusting his ass back and forth. He had entered her pussy with one quick jab, thoroughly embedding his rock-hard cock in the recesses of her smoldering cunt.
"Ahhhh . . . just as sweet and tight as I remember," he grunted, closing his mouth over hers. "Fuck me, baby."
Sharon groaned into his mouth with mounting pleasure. His tongue was like a snake, curling, licking across hers, jabbing into her cheeks. And for a moment, it felt as if she had two cocks inside her. The very thought was enough to cause her pussy to rumble, tighten.
"Mmmmmmffff!" she cried, twisting and writhing. His cock was hammering wildly, slapping fully into her guts. His balls-thick with boiling, pulsating cream-rolled against the insides of her thighs. She moaned again, locking her pussy muscles around the root of his shaft.
"Screw it, whore," Jerry panted, feeling his cum-load expand his balls. He was almost there, ready to split her cunt open. "Take it all the way up . . . here, you fucking slut! Unhhhhh . . . up here!"
Sharon was in a delicious, exciting dream.
Jerry's cock dug and stabbed savagely, totally filling up her insides. She could almost see the contours, the way the massive head mushroomed away from the shaft. How the long, thick shaft pulsated, stretched her opening to the breaking point.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried, throwing her head to one side. She opened her mouth wide, then let her head drop forward. She bared her teeth and bit into the taut muscles of the man's neck. "Fuckkkkk meeeee!"
Swirling, dancing colors engulfed her, and she could feel her climax-almost as if it were a thing, instead of a sensation-crawl around in her guts, gnawing at her walls.
"Aieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, pumping her ass back and forth as quickly as possible. "Give it to me, Mike! Ralph! Cock . . . fuck! Screw! Cum!"
Jerry slammed his cock into her pussy with savage strokes, feeling her cunt milk on his cock with squeezing, fluttering sensations. A couple of seconds later, his cum was practically yanked from his nuts as her orgasm peaked and created a vacuum.
"Shit!" he grunted, kneading the soft, yielding flesh of her hips. "Fuck it, you goddamned slut pit! Take it . . . up here . . . to your cocksucking . . . brains!"
Sharon was now aware of his pleasure also. His thick cum boiled into her cunt, seemed to explode, then sloshed backward. As oozing wads dropped from her opening and rolled down the insides of her thighs, she felt her pleasures explode once more. She thrashed about, tearing at the ropes that held her hands. And even when the rough hemp cut into her flesh, she didn't care. The spasms of pain only added to her total satisfaction.
Finally, she jerked, then fell limp. All her energy left her, almost as if it had whooshed out her cunt. Her chest was heaving, her nipples rolling against the man's hairy chest.
"Oh, Jesus!" Jerry grunted, squirming his ass around. He then slowly withdrew his cream-coated cock and took a step backward. "She's all yours," he panted, looking at his friend.
Bob loosened the ropes slightly, letting Sharon drop to her knees. He then anchored them again, tying the ends through metal loops he and Jerry had welded on the wall for this exact purpose.
"Open up, baby," he said, holding her head up by placing his hand under her chin.
Through blurred vision, Sharon saw his enormous cockhead. It was purplish, smooth as satin and glossy. Just beneath the rounded head, there was a gathering of loose, rubbery foreskin. Her eyes trailed toward the lush gtowth of hair, then dropped to his dangling, swollen nuts.
They looked different, she thought. Not like Mike's at all. No, that's not right. This was . . . Ralph? Her mind was playing tricks on her. She looked upward and saw Bob's face. The fog cleared slightly and she remembered.
Her mouth was suddenly stuffed with hard, pulsating cock. His prick slipped over her tongue, jabbed down her throat. She gagged.
"Take it all in, honey," Bob said, squirming his ass around. His full weight was against her face, his hands behind her head. "That's a good girl. Show me how you're gonna suck off a whole bunch of truckers."
"Mmmmmmm," Sharon murmured, nuzzling her nose into his cock hairs. She inhaled, then wheezed around his throbbing shaft. His cock was so tasty, so warm and hard. She moaned again, twisting her face around.
"Goddamn, she's good," Bob grunted. "We might get even more than fifty bucks a throw. I know I'd sure as hell pay it."
Her mouth was like a cunt, sucking and pulling on his meat, drawing him fully inside. He increased the pressure behind her head and began punching his prick into her throat with stabbing motions.
"Eat it, cocksucker!" he grunted. "Come on! Suck on some hot cum."
Sharon moved her lips up and down his shaft as quickly as possible, feeling her throat constrict. She'd never enjoyed a cock so much in her life. And already, she could taste the heady flavor of rich cum. She increased her efforts, wanting to gobble that juice down as soon as possible.
"Aaaghhhhhh!" she screamed suddenly, feeling her pussy expand, then explode with fantastic spasms of release. She pushed her thighs as close together as possible, but the ropes restrained her. The itch was almost unbearable. If only she had a big, monstrous cock up there at the same time . . .
She screamed out again, feeling his cock vibrate. His cum-load was pulsating, tearing from his swinging balls. His cockhead ballooned, then began spitting.
"Fuckkkkkk!" Bob growled, standing on his tiptoes. His cum came out quickly, with gushing bursts. Only when the bulk of his load had emptied in her throat did the subsiding pressure relieve some of her hunger. He then began rhythmically hammering in and out, slinging cum on her chin, her lips, the hollow of her throat.
Sharon's insides were an inferno of pleasure. She squirmed and writhed, accepting his jism greedily. And as each thick, molten glob splattered over her tonsils and eased into her stomach, her passion renewed itself. Soon, she was filled with ecstasy.
"All . . . of it . . . suck me . . . dry, cocksucker!" Bob grunted, heaving in the last of his cum. He held himself against her face for several moments, then pulled away. "Jesus, I know we're gonna charge more than fifty bucks a throw!"
"Well, we're not gonna make any money staying here all night," Jerry said. "We can probably make it to Texarkana tonight."
"Sure can," Bob said. He patted Sharon on the cheek, then reached for his clothes. "We'll be back later, sweetheart."
Before they left, he slipped another pill into her mouth. Before Sharon could react, she swallowed it down. The whiskey they gave her burned her throat, rinsed away the residue of cum.
Alone, and in the dark with only her thoughts, she tried desperately to sort out what had happened. She couldn't. Colors danced in her mind. And she saw herself kneeling before an army of truckers. She might have slept a little, she didn't know. But if she did, her dreams were of the same thing. Cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon didn't know how many days she had been there. Time seemed to stand still. She hadn't been out of the truck since she was thrown inside. They had brought her food, let her go to the bathroom in a chamber pot, kept her tied up. And one pill after another. And one man after another.
She didn't know how many cocks she had sucked, how many had screwed her pussy full of throbbing cum. A hundred? A thousand?
Somewhere in her mind, in the last eight hours or so-hours and minutes meant the same thing to her, just another division of endless time-she had fought for a tiny portion of reality. The pills.
Don't swallow the pills, she told herself. It was the pills that caused the colors, the lights. Little purple assassins, killing her will.
The last time had been different, however. She had managed to roll the pill under her tongue. When they had not been looking, she had spit it.
When reality unfolded slowly, she almost regretted it. Watching the men eye her like an expensive piece of meat, then do horrible things to her. Money changed hands. Lots of money, she realized. And either Bob or Jerry always stayed in the back. She had found it almost impossible to tell any of the truckers that she had been kidnapped and had been raped continuously for days.
After another rest stop, her mind had cleared quite a bit and she concentrated on her problem. She couldn't untie herself, but she still had her wits. The next trucker that came in might be able to take out a message if she whispered it, and if he took her seriously.
Call Estelle, and tell her the license plate number to this truck, was what she would say.
Would it work?
It might, if she kept up the charade of being drugged. But how had she acted? Obviously pretty eager. She shivered, wondering if she could pull it off.
And if she did, she would get a shotgun and blow their brains out herself. Or cut off their balls. Or . . .
The truck was slowing down. Another rest stop, she thought. God, please let there be an understanding man there. Please, please.
The door opened and the cool night air whipped into the truck. She heard some rough voices, then felt the back of the truck dip slightly. A big one, she thought.
"Jesus," a voice said. "Does she like this?"
"Ask her," Jerry chuckled. "Better yet, show her your prick and watch her eyes light up."
Sharon moaned, half-closed her eyes. She then looked at the man and smiled, trying her best to look convincing.
"Cock," she whispered. "Mmmmmmm, let me have your cock."
"Wow," the man said, jerking at his jeans. "Guess she does like it."
"Get after her," Jerry said. "And remember. It's double if you stay more than thirty minutes."
"Hey, baby, how do you like to fuck?" the man asked, stripping out of the rest of his clothes. "Me, I sure love screwing assholes."
"She'll do anything," Jerry said, matter-of-factly. "Whatever turns you on."
"Then hand me a rag," the man said. "What I'm gonna do might make her scream too loud."
Sharon was petrified, but tried not to show it. What was he going to do with a rag? With a sinking feeling, she felt a gritty cloth being stuffed in her mouth.
She shivered with horror. He was a mountain of a man, almost seven feet tall. With a cock to match. His prick dangled halfway to his knees.
She was untied by Jerry and thrown against the wall of the truck, her face hitting the cool metal. The ropes were yanked tight.
With her back to him, she tried to keep her mind a blank, refusing even to consider what he might do. She remembered some of the men had been pretty rough, but in her drugged state, she hadn't cared. Now, it was a different matter.
"I love giving a little pain with the pleasure," the man whispered. "How about it, baby? You like taking the bad with the good?"
Sharon thought she would vomit.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm," she groaned, squirming her ass around.
"Good," the man said.
She heard the clink of metal, then the cool texture of something smooth against her sides. She slowly looked down, keeping up the pretense of being drugged. She flinched. The man held two, small clamps. U-shaped and with screws and a flat piece of metal at the tip-they looked horrible.
What was he going to do!
And then she knew. Her heart was pounding with such terror, she thought her chest would explode.
The man slipped her nipples into the vises and began turning the screw. With mounting terror, she watched her rubbery tit buds press tighter. Then came the pain.
Gut-crunching, spasming pain, like fiery needles. They jabbed into her chest, burned through her guts. She arched her back and screamed through the gritty cloth in her mouth.
"Like it?" the man blubbered, giving both screws another turn. "Ohhhh, baby, scream good and loud. We're both gonna enjoy this."
When Sharon thought she would pass out from the agony, she felt his throbbing cockhead nuzzle into the crack of her ass.
"Hang on, baby," the man grunted. "You're just about to get the screwing of your life."
His massive cockhead seemed to tear, rather than slip, into her shitter. She flinched and screamed, feeling as if her guts were being rearranged.
"Jesus . . . fucking . . . tight," the man said, his slobbering mouth on the side of her neck. He turned the clamps that held her tits. "Ohhhh . . . that's nice!"
Sharon wished she could faint, but she couldn't. And each time another hard inch of the man's prick entered her ass, her agony increased. The jolts of pain surrounding her asshole and tits seemed to flash toward each other, then melt into one, throbbing spasm. Her body was racked with unbelievable torture.
More cock stabbed into her shitter. Another turn of the clamp. And more savage agony.
"Shit," the man said, squirming his ass around. "And now for a good, hard fucking, baby."
Mercifully, his prick was all the way inside her. When he withdrew, she felt her walls collapse, throb with relief. When he jabbed back inside, however, the pain returned.
"Oh . . . yes!" he grunted, heaving forward. He had taken his hands from the clamps, letting the metal monsters dangle lewdly from her tits, and was fingering her cunt. "Lick on my dick with your butt, sweetheart. Come on, fuck me and scream your lungs out."
The screaming part Sharon had no trouble with. Her throat was raw from the desperate moans that shot from her lungs. But the way the man was slobbering and groaning, jabbing his cock in and out, he must have thought she was enjoying it.
How could anyone in his right mind enjoy this horror? A massive, pulsating cock drilling in and out, and those clamps like rat teeth biting into her tits.
A tremble of pleasure coursed up her spine. She relaxed slightly, then felt the sensation grow more intense.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn," she gurgled through the cloth that gagged her mouth.
"Like it?" the man said, jabbing his fingers harder into her pussy. Yanking on her clit, he fucked her as hard as he could with his cock. "I . . . I just knew you'd love my big, hard prick, honey."
Sharon groaned again, feeling pleasure battle' pain and win. Her pussy became hotter, sucked on his fingers. Her asshole molded itself around his prick, sucking him farther inside. She could feel the hairs of his crotch scrape the crack of her ass, his balls throb with a swelling load of cum.
She began working with him, squirming her ass around. And as her ecstasy grew, she tugged at the ropes that held her until her knuckles turned white. She wanted to reach around and grab him, force him harder into her body.
And as her pleasure mounted, so did her humiliation. Not because she was doing this vile thing, but because she was . . . yes, she was enjoying it.
"Fuck me," she said, her words a muffled gurgle of growing pleasure.
The clamps were swinging back and forth, clinking together as she increased the momentum of her hips. Pain and pleasure mixed, riddling her guts with overpowering sensations that she couldn't understand, but loved.
"Shit . . . I'm so fucking close, but I want to hold back," the man said suddenly, slowly easing up. "God, baby, I've never had a piece like you before."
Sharon wondered suddenly how much more of this agony she could take. The wanting it, the hating it. If only she didn't have that rag in her throat. God, now would be the perfect time. She could tell the man to come back later because she wanted him, and him alone. He was big enough to take care of both Jerry and Bob. And then she could be free.
"Shit, I can't wait," the man said, again attacking her asshole with furious punches. "Just gonna . . . have to fuck . . . you full of cum . . .you slut!"
Sharon gave a loud groan, twitching with pleasure as her orgasm burst inside her pussy. The heat from her release melted backward, engulfing the man's pumping cock, drawing him fully inside. An instant later, her shitter was loaded up with gushing wads of hot, creamy cum.
"Jesus . , . .shit!" the man gasped, banging into her asshole like a sex-starved animal. "Screw it all in you, whore! Every fucking drop!"
While their bodies molded together, outside a dark-haired man was walking alongside the row of trucks, his eyes on the wheels. He stopped suddenly and bent over, examining the lug nuts in the amber light. Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him, he thought. He'd looked at a thousand trucks in the last two days.
He stood up, feeling his heart skip a beat. Yes, they were blue. Chipped, blue paint like she had said. His fingers drew up, forming fists, his face flushed with a mixture of victory and anger.
Easy, he told himself. Go easy. You've come this far. Don't blow it.
He heard a loud, masculine grunt from the rear of the truck, then silence. A short while later, the back of the truck rocked slightly and he heard a voice. He moved a little closer. He touched the pocket of his jacket, feeling the outline of the pistol.
A huge, hulking trucker walked past him, then another man came around the side of the truck.
"You interested in a little . . . uh, action?" the man said to Mike.
"What sort of action?" Mike asked casually, slipping his hand inside his jacket as if searching for a cigarette.
"For seventy-five dollars you can have the sweetest piece of ass in the world," Jerry said. "And you talk about loving cock. She's one in a million."
"Oh, I don't know," Mike said, almost biting his tongue. He wanted to grab that little punk, stick the gun up his ass and blow his brains out. "Can I take a look-see?"
"Don't cost to look," Jerry said, motioning Mike toward the rear of the truck. "But let me tell you, this little baby will do anything your heart desires. Suck, fuck, anything." -
"Is that a fact?" Mike said, peering into the back of the truck.
. us
Sharon knew she must be dreaming. First, she thought she heard Mike, and then . . . yes, there he was!
Mike gave her a guarded look, then shook his head slightly. He glanced back at the man.
"Mind if I take a closer look?" he asked, hopping into the truck.
"Not at all," Jerry said, moving into the truck behind Mike. "Just get a load of that, Ain't it the sweetest-"
Jerry's words froze in his throat when he saw the barrel of the pistol. Mike lashed out with the gun, planting the tip of the barrel in Jerry's right eye. Jerry howled with agony and fell to his knees. The gun came down against the side of his head and he fell to one side, spitting up blood.
"Where's the other one?" Mike asked Sharon quickly.
"Outside, I guess," Sharon gasped, still unable to comprehend what had happened.
"My God, baby, what have they done to you?" Mike said, fumbling with the ropes at her wrists and ankles. "I'll kill those motherfuckers!"
Free, Sharon found it difficult to stand. She rubbed her hands together, then leaned against Mike's firm body. Not realizing it, she was crying, her sobs bursting from her lungs. She ran her fingers over his chest, just to make sure he was real.
"It's okay now," he said softly, stroking her hair, holding her close. "Just a little more business to take care of, and then . . . "
He pushed her against the wall and motioned for her to be quiet. There were steps outside the truck, nearing the back. He jumped to one side, out of view, and waited.
"Hey, Jerry, you were supposed to come get me when he was finished. What's-"
Mike grabbed Bob by the hair and yanked him inside. Immediately, he pistol-whipped him to unconsciousness, then turned to Sharon.
"Let me get you to my truck," he said. "Just grab your clothes."
Deposited in the cab of his truck, she wanted nothing more than to leave immediately. Mike, however, had different ideas. He went back to where Jerry and Bob were.
When he returned about fifteen minutes later, she leaned against him as he started up the truck.
"Wha-what did you do?" she asked.
"I hated to do it, but I just wrecked a forty-thousand-dollar truck," Mike chuckled.
"And . . . and Jerry and . . . Bob?"
Mike smiled and held her close. It was a long while before he answered.
"I don't think you want to know, sweetheart," he said.
They drove off into the night.
CHAPTER NINE
Sharon felt relief surge into every cell of her body. She sloshed around in the huge tub and let the water run all over her body. The warm, soapy liquid was like medicine, soothing her aching, tired muscles, restoring her strength. She gave Mike a long look and then smiled. He had been sitting on the edge of the tub, just watching.
"Want to come in?" she said. "The water's fine."
"That's not all that's fine," Mike said, swallowing hard.
"I'm glad it was you who rescued me," she said.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he said, then darted out of the bathroom. He came back, holding out a wad of money as thick as a baseball. "Here," he said, handing her the money.
"What's this for?" Sharon asked, puzzled.
"The money Jerry and Bob gave me," he said, a tight grin on his face. "They wanted you to have it."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Sharon said. She'd never seen so much money in her life. "What did you do to them, by the way?"
"Nothing much," Mike said, shrugging his shoulders. "Just made them eligible to sing with the Vienna Choir Boys."
Sharon didn't know what he meant, but it sounded pretty terrible. And he was right, she didn't want to know. Besides, that was all past. She had her future to look forward to.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked, stroking his leg. "Mmmmmm, I sure would like it."
"You sure you . . . can?" Mike asked. "After all you've been through, I thought-"
"Stop thinking so much," Sharon interrupted. "It isn't your mind I'm after. It's that big, hard body of yours." Her fingers found the outline of his massive cock. "And especially this part of your body."
Within seconds, he was naked. He then scrambled into the tub and held her in his arms. Their bodies molded together, his open mouth locked on hers.
"Oh . . . Mike," Sharon murmured, grasping for his cock, stabbing it into her yearning cunt. "I . . . I want you! God, how I want you!"
* * *
Sharon lay across the bed, her arms and legs stretched wide. Attached to her wrists and ankles were nylon ropes, knotted to the bed frame. Kneeling between her legs was Mike, his cock bobbing up and down. A hungry glint was in his eyes.
"You . . . sure you want this, after all that has happened to you?" he asked, his glance taking in the full beauty of her upturned, pointed tits.
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Sharon murmured, squirming her ass around. "As long as it's you doing it, I don't care what I go through."
Mike leaned forward and buried his face between her tits. He opened his mouth slightly and lapped at her bruised nipples. After leaving them both wet with spit, he kissed upward, brushing his lips into the hollow of her throat.
"Make it . . . hurt," Sharon gasped, tugging at the ropes that cut into her flesh. "God . . . I want to really feel you."
Mike locked his mouth over hers, then grabbed her tits with his large hands. As he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, he kneaded her tit flesh hard, then his fingers worked over her tender nipples, squeezing them.
Sharon felt his cock throb against the insides of her thighs. She lifted her hips and rocked her ass around, letting her pussy lips flutter against the thick underside of his cock.
"Stick it to me," she groaned, her voice passionate. "I . . . I want that big prick pumping the fuck out of me."
"Not yet," Mike said, moving his hands over her body. "You're gonna have to beg for it baby."
His words inflamed her with hunger. Her pussy felt so empty, so desperately yearning. And nothing could satisfy that horrible itch but a hot, pounding cock.
"Give it to me!" she pleaded. "Enough is enough. If I don't get fucked, I'll go crazy!"
"In a while," Mike said, a maddening smile on his lips.
He kissed down the side of her neck. He then chewed across her shoulder, sinking his teeth more savagely into her soft, yielding flesh.
Sharon's passion rose to the breaking point. She squirmed and thrashed about, sorry now that she had been tied up. If she were free, she would have thrown him on his back and straddled his big, precious cock and jabbed it brutally into her boiling, creamed-up cunt with one stroke.
Mike bit her arms, then moved his mouth to her fingers. He took each of them between his teeth. With each bite, she flinched, choked out a moan of anguished pleasure.
"You bastard!" she spat, wild with desire. "Fuck . . . me, goddamn you!"
"Oh . . . no," Mike said, his tone sadistic. "Not until I've chewed on every square inch of you."
He covered her body with wet kisses, nipped at her flesh, leaving marks. After wetting up her feet and legs, he moved to her pussy.
"The best part," he whispered, pulling back the loose folds of pussy skin with his thumbs. "Mmmmmm, I could eat you alive, baby."
Sharon wished he would. She'd never before wanted a man, a cock, so desperately. She thrust her hips up and down, arched her back, feeling her insides churn, bubble.
"Please . . . " she said weakly, her skin beading with a fine film of sweat.
Mike looked at her pussy for several seconds, his eyes playing over the tiny nub of her clit. He then opened his mouth and encircled the throbbing projection with his teeth and lips. He bit at the base of he clit, then pulled his mouth upward slowly.
Sharon knew she would go insane. What he was doing was filling her with anguish, not pleasure. Just when her orgasm would almost explode, it would dissolve in aching throbs.
Mike kept teasing her, moving his head up when she jerked her hips against his face. And all the while, he kept his teeth around her clit, treating it to a scraping, teasing job.
When Sharon felt that she would forever feel the horrible itching sensation in the back of her cunt, he changed tactics. Quickly, he thrust the full length of his tongue inside her snatch and stabbed his teeth into the fluttering membranes.
"Goddddddd!" Sharon screamed, her climax exploding-savagely around his tongue.
She froze for a second, then began humping up and down wildly. She was tearing at the ropes, her hands and feet turned a mottled purple. She yelled out again as another hard convulsion of ecstasy riddled her guts.
"Sweet . . . hot pussy," Mike murmured, sucking on the juices that streamed from her opening. Be felt his balls rumble. "Gonna tongue you good, baby.
Sharon was in heaven. His tongue felt almost like a cock, but somehow better. Her pussy muscles tightened, sucked him harder inside.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned, her words echoing the spasms that fluttered her guts. One climax after another tore into her body, until she felt as if she were in flames.
Mike gasped, chewing savagely now, pulling the loose folds of skin between his teeth. His head was moving around, his tongue sliding and probing.
Sharon gave a final jerk, then fell back, gasping for air. It had been fantastic, even the torture of waiting. But her pussy still ached for more, and for the best part of him-his big, hard prick.
"Fuck me . . . now!" she said, her voice weak. "Come on, Mike no more games. Just a nice, hard fuck."
"Thought you'd never ask," he chuckled, kissing her damp cunt hairs. "My prick feels like it's about to throb off."
When he planted a brutal kiss on her lips, he humped hard between her legs. As his ass lowered, his prick stabbed between her slicked-up pussy lips, stretching them to the breaking point. Then his cock slipped into the churning mass of hot cunt flesh.
"Ohhhhh . . . shit!" he grunted, straightening his legs to get full penetration. "I . . . I think you get smaller every time we fuck."
"No, your cock just gets bigger," Sharon said. And it felt like it, too. His prick seemed as big around as her arm, and almost as long. If it were a fraction of an inch bigger, she would swear it would split her open like a pod. "Now . . . fuck me! Ram that bull cock in my pussy and shove a gallon of cum in! I . . . I want you to pound it to me!"
Mike lifted his hips, then slammed down with his full weight. His cock tore into her cunt. He moved his hands down her body and cupped her rounded, firm ass. His fingers slowly kneaded their way toward her tight, smooth crack.
"Ohhhh . . . yes!" Sharon screamed, flinching with a massive spasm of raw pleasure. "Hard . . . now! Really shove that big thing to me, you bull stud!"
Mike tore his fingers into her shitter, stretching her tender opening. At the same time, he began an assault on her cunt that caused the bed to sway. His cock was fucking forcefully, slapping into her pussy with noisy smacking sounds.
"Screw it up to your brains, cocksucker," he grunted, every muscle in his body flexing. "Ohhhh . . . shit . . . here! Unh . . . fuck it . . . here!"
While he pounded his pulsating meat in and out of her hole, Sharon gasped with growing, renewed pleasure. Each quick stroke of his massive cock sent electric-like jolts of raw pleasure into her loins. She began choking, spluttering into his mouth, her orgasm just seconds away.
Suddenly she thrust her hips upward so hard that she almost knocked him off the bed. She held herself there for a couple of seconds, then began thrashing and squirming around as if she were on fire.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!" she cried out, her face contorted with anguished release. "Jesus . . . yes, hard! All the way in! Tear me apart!"
Mike plowed into her pussy as fast as possible, using his full weight to stretch her fluttering opening. He felt the pressure of his cum. He knew he couldn't be able to hold out much longer, but he tightened the muscles in the root of his cock anyway.
The room was soon filled with their noisy love-making. Their bodies smacked, their sweaty flesh sliding over each other. Their kisses were passionate, their tongues lapping together like mating snakes. His cock was thundering savagely in and out.
"Fuck!" Mike gasped suddenly, feeling his cum-load boil into the root of his prick, "I . . .I can't hold back!"
"Go ahead!" Sharon begged, her pussy pleading for his release. "Pump in gallons and gallons of hot cream!"
She felt the hard vibrations of his jism as it stormed up the center of his prick, her opening stretched painfully, then locked around the trembling shaft of his cock.
"Aieeeeee!" she screamed, her climax tearing into her pussy like liquid fire.
As her pleasures peaked violently, her insides became a caldron of creamy, bubbling juices.
"Fuck me!" Mike panted, slamming in another thick glob of molten jism. "Suck on my cock with your pussy, you fucking cock-hungry slut!"
In a matter of seconds, Sharon's cunt was loaded up with the swirling masses of thick, rich cum. The liquid sloshed around his hammering shaft, then splattered backward, soaking his pulsating balls.
"Take it all, whore!" he grunted, pounding in the bulk of his load. His toes were planted in the sheets, his body sweaty, flexed, his ass a blur. "Yes . . . goddamn . . . yes!"
Sharon worked with him furiously, matching him stroke for stroke. And each time she thought it couldn't possible get any better, it did. Not only was his prick stabbing her with pleasure, his fingers were jabbing into her shitter. It was almost like having two pricks at the same time.
"Ohhhh . . . baby," Mike growled, then fell limp over her body. The last of his thick cum oozed from the tip of his cock. "Sweetest fuck I've . . . ever had in my life."
Although he was finished, Sharon wasn't by a long shot. She kept pumping her ass up and down for a long while, milking out her pleasures as long as she could. She experienced a series of climaxes that finally culminated in a savage convulsion of release. She then stopped all movement, closing her eyes with satisfaction.
"God, that was good," she murmured some moments later. "I . . . I wish I could stay like this forever, with you inside me all hard and hot and slippery."
"Then you don't want to suck on me a little?" Mike teased, moving his hands over her body, kissing her again.
"You crazy?" Sharon giggled. "I'll suck your balls off."
"Now that would be different," Mike laughed.
He moved away from her and sat on the side of the bed, merely looking at her for a few moments. He then began fumbling with the ropes that bound her.
"What are you going to do?" Sharon asked. She wanted to stay this way, to be taken, and especially by him.
"I'm really gonna tie you up, baby," he said, his hands trembling with excitement.
"Mmmmm, good," Sharon said. She loved the feel of the ropes against her flesh, the way they hurt her when she climaxed. "But don't tie me up so tight I can't suck you."
"No chance," Mike said.
He pushed her to her knees after pulling her off the bed. He then tied her feet together and her hands at her back. He slipped another piece of rope between the two knots and pulled out the slack. The movement caused Sharon's back to arch painfully. She cried out.
"Hurt?" he asked, jerking it even tighter.
"You . . . bastard," she said, although it was easy to see that she loved it from the hungry glint in her eye.
After he had finished tying her feet and hands together, he wrapped another length of rope around her body.
"Ohhhh . . . yes," Sharon gasped. The rope was squeezing into the flesh of her breasts, scraping against her bruised nipples. Some of the rough hemp cut into her neck, leaving spidery welts. "Love . . . it."
"Want my cock?" Mike said, taking a couple of steps backward, "Hmmmmm, baby?"
"Yes, you prick," Sharon said, trying to crawl forward. His bobbing cock was about a foot away, looking delicious. "Now . . . let me have it."
"Gotta crawl for it, honey," Mike said, spreading his legs wide, moving his hips around. "Crawl and beg."
"Let me have it!" Sharon said, her voice sharp.
Mike grinned and took another step backward, again stretching his legs wide.
Sharon crawled forward, lost her balance, then fell to her side. She squirmed around on the floor, tugging at her bonds. Finally she righted herself. She felt desperate, hungrier than ever before. She managed to crawl about two feet forward. His cock was just inches from her open mouth.
She was about to bite down on the throbbing cockhead, when it jerked away. Mike chuckled sadistically, taking two more steps backward.
"Come on, baby, crawl and beg," he said.
For Sharon, it wasn't funny anymore. Her throat was twitching, itching like crazy. She gave him a pleading look and licked her lips.
"Goddamn you, I want it! Please!" she gasped.
Mike played his cruel game for a few more minutes, then finally stood still. Sharon crawled over to him, feeling her knees ache from scraping over the carpet. She had expected him to move back again, but he didn't. Her heart skipped a beat as she locked her mouth around his rock-hard cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmffff!" she gurgled, munching down the shaft to the hairs.
Mike placed his large hands behind her head and pushed her face harder into his crotch. He then twisted his hips around, humped forward.
"Suck it, cocksucker," he grunted. "Yeah, that's it! Take every big inch!"
Sharon couldn't remember wanting a cock so bad in her life. His prick tasted like ambrosia. So thick and hard and the way it tickled her tonsils, it set her pussy to steaming.
She swallowed, then lapped at his swinging balls, feeling them vibrate.
"Ohhhmmmmm," she gurgled, pulling back, then jabbing forward. Her throat was itching, starving for his molten cum.
"Want to chew on a little cream, baby?" Mike grunted, reading the hunger in her eyes.
Sharon nodded her head quickly. Her pussy was an inferno, sending slick streams of cum and cunt juice between her legs. Her clit was throbbing.
"Then suck as good as you can," he said, punching forward. "I think I've got enough cum to choke a horse."
Sharon didn't know why-and especially at that moment-but she thought of Ralph. Perhaps it was the memory of that day in the barn, and the harness. She could almost feel the sweat-stained leather cutting into her skin, feel the halter around her neck, the metal bit biting into her flesh.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" she choked, her climax tearing into her pussy with full force. It came so fast, so furiously it took her by surprise, almost tearing the top of her head off.
"Jesus . . . fucking Christ!" Mike panted. She was sucking and chewing like she wanted to eat his entire body. His cum-load boiled from his nuts, splattered into the root of his cock. "I . . . I'm there!"
Sharon screamed out again when her nose scraped into his hairs. Her chin separated his pulsating balls. And then came the cum. God, glorious wads of thick, steaming cream!
"Lick it, cocksucker!" Mike gasped, punching in another blast of hot jism. "Right down your cum-loving throat . . . "
Sharon gobbled wildly on his spewing cock, trying not to miss a single drop. Even her starving mouth, however, couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon her throat was full, and some of the liquid shot upward. Scalding wads oozed from her nostrils and coated her chin.
She gurgled out another groan when a savage spasm drilled into her pussy. The force of her voice sent a thick splatter of cum over his balls. She lapped and licked with her tongue.
For several long moments she ate on him eagerly, greedily, until he was totally dry. She then spit his prick out and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, her chin and her cheeks. When the cooling jism slipped over her tongue, she shivered with delight. Then holding her head back, she swallowed his cum.
"Jesus, baby, you are one hell of a cocksucker, you know that?" Mike said, stumbling backward. He had to grab a chair to keep from falling over. "Feels like you sucked my guts out."
As Sharon looked at him, she felt herself get even more confused. Why had she reacted so violently? she wondered. He was so sexy, so good-looking, and that cock! But Ralph, of all people, had been on her mind.
Surely she didn't miss that farm, for God's sake.
Why, in just a few short days she had experienced more than most women did in a lifetime. Well, not all of it was good, but still, it was an experience!
Nothing like that farm.
It would be so quiet there, and all that hard work. And at the end of each long day, what would she have to look forward to?
A night between the sheets with Ralph, that's what.
And he might be a brute and not the brightest guy around, but, shit . . . she loved him. She frowned suddenly. But did he love her? Especially now that she'd run off. There were a couple of other girls around who had their eyes on him. They might be lying under him this very minute, sucking on his cock with their cunts.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Mike asked. "You're looking funny."
"Oh . . . just thinking," she said absently. She then added quickly, "Would you untie me and take me . . . home?"
"Then . . .it's over?" Mike said, sadness in his voice.
"I guess," she answered.
"Too bad, we could have made a real team," Mike said, removing the ropes. "Is it that guy, Ralph?"
"Yes, big stupid Ralph," she said, affection in her voice. "But I want to thank you for everything, Mike. Really, you've been more than wonderful."
"If you give me a chance, I could be wonderful one more time," he said, a twinkle in his eye.
"Sure thing," Sharon said, realizing this might be the last man she would ever have besides Ralph.
He took her in his arms and kissed the hollow of her throat.
* * *
Ralph looked inside the barn and smiled sadly. It was right there, he thought. He walked over and sat down in the straw, touching the soft, dry needles as if they were a part of her body. It even smelled like her.
"Sharon," he whispered, looking toward the wall.
The harness was still there, the one he had put around her body that day. God, it seemed a million years ago. If only she were here right now, and he could do it again. Shit, he'd do anything for her, if she'd just come badk. Come on home.
He heard a low, rumbling noise in the distance, like thunder, or a big truck, but ignored it.
"Dammit," he spat. How could he have been such a fool to let her go? All she'd wanted was a little excitement. And he could have changed if he hadn't been so fucking bull-headed.
He lay back and closed his eyes, trying to remember what her voice sounded like.
"Hello, Ralph," he heard her say.
He jumped up and looked toward the door of the barn.
"Sharon!" he gasped, scrambling to his feet.
CHAPTER TEN
Sharon lay beneath Ralph's hulking frame, fing her pussy tighten around his thrusting cock.
"God, this is perfect!" she gasped, thrashi about. "I . . . I love it when you fuck me like this."
She was in the harness, but this time, she was facing him. The halter was around her neck, squeezing deliciously into her flesh. Her legs and arms were stretched wide, ropes tying her to the bed frame.
"It is pretty nice, isn't it?" Ralph admitted. "And I think I'll just keep you like this, baby, so you won't ever run off again."
"Oh, I won't," Sharon said, licking at his lips.
The day had been fantastic. He had grabbed her when she entered the barn, and he had torn her clothes off and thrown her to the straw. A few seconds later, he was fucking her silly.
And then he had grabbed that precious harness and dragged her to the house. He had thrown her on the bed and tied her up with fumbling hands, then stretched the leather straps over her body. The first stab of his cock had sent Sharon to screaming with passion.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she gasped. "Come on, ram it to me and make it hurt! God, I love it . . . "
"Unh! Unh!" Ralph grunted, heaving forward, jabbing his cock wildly into her pussy. "I'm . . . I'm gonna fuck you all over, sweetheart."
Sharon couldn't believe how excited she was. He was fantastically built, even more muscular then she'd remembered. And that monster of a cock. Long and hard and driving in and out of her cunt like a piston machine.
"Give it to me!" she begged, her passion reaching the breaking point. "Screw me to pieces you big bull stud . . . "
Ralph slammed into her cunt with full force. And each time his cockbase stabbed into her swollen opening, he squirmed his ass around. He yanked hard on the leather halter, squeezing her neck.
Sharon gurgled a cry of release, feeling her climax shower her pussy with warmth. She bucked and writhed wildly.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, freezing in a total paroxysm of climaxing delight.
Her orgasm was so savage, so intense, it practically sucked Ralph's cum from his nuts. He felt the thundering wads bolt up the center of his shaft, then swirl in the tip of his cock. A split second later, the fiery liquid spewed into her pussy.
"Fuck!" he grunted. "Take it, you cocksucking whore! Unh! Uhn! Fuck me, bitch. Fuck me dry!"
Sharon squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around his exploding cock, feeling her orgasm heighten in intensity.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped over and over. Another convulsion of raw ecstasy riddled her guts. She threw her head to one side, then bit the side of his neck. His flesh tasted salty. "Ohhhhh . . . Ralph, baby! Give it to me . . . harder!"
He punched the rest of his load deeply into her cunt, then pressed his entire weight forward. He dropped the leather strap and wrapped his arms around her.
"How was it?" he panted. "You gonna marry me now?"
"You know," he said some moments later, "while you were gone, I got a few ideas of my own."
"What?" Sharon asked dreamily.
"You into a little butt-fucking?" he said, grinning like a kid.
He tied her hands together in front of her, then her feet together. After attaching her limbs with another length of rope, he lifted her up and sat her down in his lap.
"Oh, this is going to be nice," Sharon said, her excitement rising.
"I think so, too," Ralph said, moving his hands over her smooth, satiny back. "But we'd better take it slow. You're so little back here."
"No, make it hurt," Sharon said. "Mmmmm, I want to feel every hard inch of you."
"You sure?" he asked.
In answer, Sharon wiggled her ass. She then shivered with delight when she felt the hard underside of his throbbing cock.
"Stick it to me," she murmured, loving the way the ropes held her, the way his muscular body engulfed her own.
Ralph slipped his hand between them and grasped his thick, meaty cock. After working the tip of it around in the crack of her ass, he stabbed upward. Slowly, her entrance opened, sucking in his massive rock-hard flesh.
Sharon groaned with pleasure.
"How is it?" Ralph asked, unsure that she could take it all in. "Hurt?"
"Oh . . . yes," Sharon answered. "Mmmmm, it hurts so good, you big bastard!"
With his other hand, Ralph had balanced her over his middle. He released his grip slightly, letting her slide down on his cock.
"Ohhhh . . . Jesus, that's good!" Sharon panted, rocking her head back and forth. "God, Ralph, your prick is just what I need right now."
More of his shaft entered her, stretching her asshole to the breaking point. Then, when it was all inside her shitter, she squirmed around. His coarse crotch hairs scratched her smooth, soft ass.
"Now . . . fuck me!" she groaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can, stud!"
Ralph placed both hands on her hips and began jabbing upward, holding her tightly. A few moments later, when his fucking had become frenzied, he began lifting and lowering her ass rhythmically. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
"Fucking . . . damn! This is almost as good as your hot, little pussy," he said, lapping his broad tongue across her back. "You . . . sure you like it?"
Sharon answered with a scream of passion. His prick was so big, so deliciously throbbing that it filled her with excitement she didn't know existed. And in this position, all balled-up in his lap, it made penetration complete. It felt as if his cock was stabbing her between her shoulder blades.
"Screw me faster!" she begged. "Stick it to me . . . hard as you can!"
Ralph stood up suddenly, holding her tightly, his arms just under the backs of her thighs. He then began walking about the room, occasionally stopping, heaving upward, lowering her body ass on his ram-rodding cock.
"How's . . . that?" he grunted.
"God! God!" Sharon screamed.
It felt like she had a baseball bat up her ass. And she loved it. So thick and hard and grinding right into her guts.
"Yes!" she panted, her orgasm nearing, tightening her insides. "Fuck me, you bastard! Shove me full of hot cum!"
Ralph worked on her ass wildly. He swung her around, stopped suddenly, dropped to his knees, did everything he could to fill her with anguished pleasure.
And it was working.
Sharon screamed and yelled as a delicious mixture of ecstasy and agony rushed into her guts. Suddenly, her cunt flooded with warmth, and her ass muscles sucked on his pumping shaft like a mouth.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, her pleasures culminating violently. "Fuck it to me, you bull stud!"
Her orgasm caused her pussy to lick at his balls with furious sucks. Ralph immediately walked to the far wall and leaned her head against it. He then pressed his full weight forward, hammering his cock upward.
"Take it, you cum-sucking whore," he panted, feeling his own climax ready to burst from his balls.
As their bodies locked together and their gasping moans grew louder, Ralph's prick exploded with creamy warmth. Cum shot upward, clogging the insides of her shitter. A few seconds later, it rolled backward, melted over his balls.
"Unhhhh!" he groaned, nibbling at the back of her neck. "Take it, baby! Shit, take my hot cum and fuck it up your ass."
His words were vague sounds to Sharon. The world seemed to disappear. Nothing mattered but the fantastic sensations that swept in and out of her shitter. And the spasms seemed to burst, jab through her sensitive membranes, infect her cunt.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked, flinching, then thrashing about, tearing at the knots at her wrists. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkk meeeeee!"
As wave after delicious wave of releasing pleasure riddled her guts, more jism pumped into her asshole. And with each molten glob, more spasms convulsed her insides. Never before had she ever dreamed that such marvelous sensations existed.
At last, with the final wad of cum shooting into her guts, Ralph slowed his movements. He gently lowered himself to his knees, then fell backward, holding her on top of his body. He gave a halfhearted stab upward, then went limp.
"Ohhhhh . . . that was fantastic," Sharon groaned, squirming about, feeling his cock dig into her guts. "You're the best, Ralph. The best!"
She squirmed off his body and fell to her side.
"Hey, what you doing?" Ralph asked, his voice satisfied and low.
"Mmmmm, I'm just gonna clean you up a little," she said, eyeing the thick residue of cum that clung to his cockshaft. "You mind?"
Ralph looked at her and smiled. Shit, she was good, and tireless. It would be hard, but he'd try his best to keep her happy. But since she'd left him and come back, she seemed so . . . well, hungry. He wondered what had happened.
Her mouth was working on his balls. Then her tongue licked up the underside of his shaft. Drops of cum glistened between her teeth.
"Want some more of that?" he asked, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Go right to the source, baby."
"I . . . I want you to fuck me," Sharon said greedily, mouthing at his cockhead, sucking in the flavor of his jism. "Would you do that?"
"Sure," Ralph said, making a move to get up. "How do you want it?"
"Fuck my mouth," she said, rolling to her back. "Stick that sweet dick in my throat and fuck my mouth apart."
Ralph was only too happy to oblige. He untied the rope that held her feet and hands together. He then straddled her middle and held his half-hard cock down to her mouth.
"Lick on it," he said. "Suck me good. When we get married, I'm gonna demand a good suck job every night and every morning.
"Mmmmmmm, good," Sharon gurgled, then moved her lips further up his shaft. She felt his cock throb, then harden like steel. As her lips kissed into the damp, blond hairs that surrounded the root of his cock, she felt her hunger increase. She moaned again and twisted her head around between his meaty, muscular thighs.
After letting her suck on his prick for a few moments, Ralph leaned forward and rested his weight on his elbows and knees. He then began pounding his shaft in and out of her throat.
"Damn, it's just like a hot pussy," he moaned. "So . . . fucking . . . sweet and tight . . . "
Sharon gobbled furiously, and each quick stroke sent her nearer to climax. Her pussy was bubbling, frothing up with juice.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, locking her lips firmly around his shaft.
"Eat it, you cocksucking whore!" he grunted, feeling a fresh load of hot cum surge into his balls. "That's it, baby! Lick it all the way in!"
Sharon worked on his prick like there was no tomorrow, using every trick she knew. And from her experiences in the past few days, she knew quite a few. She was getting delicious results. Already, she could taste cum, and she knew he would blow his load any second now.
"Almost . . . there," he grunted, his body tightening. "Shit . . . baby, I want to hold back . . . but I can't!"
Sharon felt his shaft expand, then jerk furiously. Seconds later, the first, hot splatter of molten jism hit her tonsils.
"Mmmmmfffff!" she choked, her mouth Tilling with cum in a few, short seconds.
"All of it, whore!" Ralph groaned, jabbing his cock savagely into her throat. His ass was a hairy, fleshy blur, his chest heaving with release. "Eat it . . . lick . . . me dry!"
Sharon gulped until her throat ached, and still he poured more of his cream into her mouth. Finally, from sheer exhaustion, she went limp, and let him sling the rest of his cum all over her face.
Long after he stopped moving, Sharon continued licking and pulling on his spent cock. And when his cock was thoroughly dry, she spit his shaft out and lapped over his cream-coated nuts.
"Give it to me again," she murmured. "Mmmmm, I could drink gallons of your hot cum, Ralph."
Ralph was game, but he didn't know if his cock was. He felt empty inside.
"You may have to suck on me for a couple of hours," he laughed. "I think I'm just about fucked out."
"That's fine with me," Sharon groaned. "I think I like sucking as much as I like eating cream."
While he lay on his side, she began working on his prick. He was right about not going again any time soon, but it certainly wasn't a couple of hours. And when he did finally blow another load into her throat, she was almost glad it wasn't so plentiful. This time, she had every opportunity to savor every drop.
Exhausted, she asked him to untie her. When he had, she stood up on wobbly legs and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You coming to bed?" she asked a few seconds later.
Ralph was fast asleep, looking almost dead.
She grinned down at the man whom she would spend the rest of her life with, then leaned back on the bed. She had finally gotten what she wanted.
Sure, she had gone through some bad times, but even that wasn't too awful. She had a roll of money that Mike had taken from Jerry and Bob that was rightly hers, and she and Ralph could start their life together.
She rolled over and looked at him. He looked almost like an overgrown baby, all curled up. His position, however, was the only thing baby about him. His cock lay against his left thigh like a sleeping snake.
And, hell, living on a farm wouldn't be bad. Not as long as she had him. She suddenly fell an unbearable itch in her pussy. She crawled off the bed and buried her face in his crotch.
"Ralph?" she asked, placing her lips on the tip of his cock. "Wake up."
"Hmmmmmmm?" he said, snorting.
"I said wake up," she repeated.
"Why? It's so nice here," he said.
"I want you to go out to the barn with me," she said softly. "I . . . I want to do it on the straw."
"Are you crazy?" he asked, laughing.
"No," she said. "That's where it all began. And I want to do it there."
He stumbled to his feet and took her in his arms. He then led her out the backdoor and toward the barn. The sun was setting, casting a bronze glow on their naked bodies.
