Momma Sheba pound her ass under the pounding body of the big service station mechanic. Her jeans dangled from one ankle as her legs waved high in the air on either side of his humping body. It was just the jeans that dangled after she had pulled them off one leg. There were no panties. Momma Sheba never wore panties. Without them you could get ready to fuck faster. And Momma Sheba loved to fuck; the faster the better.
His hands were wider her sweatshirt squeezing and kneading her mammoth tits. The tits that her old man, Jakey, loved to suck while he was shoving his cock to her..
She could hear Jakey out in the drive feeding gas into some square's car. She knew Jakey would shove the dough for the gas in his pocket. And because he did, there would be a lot of grass and a lot of beer for the bust up on the ridge for the next few days.
"Can you come again?" the, attendant said, raising his head for a moment from her, shoulder.
"Jesus, honey," she replied. "You wearin' my fuck place out, you're rubbin' my sweet pussy to shreds."
And the bastard damn near had. When she agreed with Jakey to go up the grease rack in the back of the car and fuck the attendant while Jakey ripped off what he could from the station, she thought it would be easy.
But the big ape loved to fuck more than she did. He'd actually made her come twice already and he'd come once himself. But the intensity of his driving cock hadn't diminished at all. It didn't even get the slightest bit slack.
She and Jakey had pulled up to the pumps and Jakey had pitched the attendant. "Hey man, we re goin' to a bash over on Seminole Ridge, above Saderville, and I'm outta go-juice in my heavy machine here."
"So?" the gas attendant said, "ya want a fill up?"
"Yeah," Jakey replied, "but see, I'm a little short on bread. Ya know?"
"Man you re really short," the attendant said. "You can't afford three gallons. That's all that bike'll hold."
"That's the story," Jakey replied. "But we're willin' to trade.
"Trade? What the hell you got to trade if you don't got dough?"
"A little of Momma's pussy."
The attendant was standing right by the motorcycle. Momma Sheba smiled up at him. She was a momma in name only, as all the girls in the Devils we. Actually, she was a dark-haired, very pretty girl in her late teens. She was fleshy and only a little overweight. But all the Devils liked her wide ass, heavy thighs, and swaying full tits. They must like her. She had fucked all twenty of them at least twice in the four months since she hooked up with Jakey and joined the Devils motorcycle gang Her jeans hugged her full hips very low. She unbuttoned the top button and flipped the zipper down. When she pulled the flaps aside, the zipper seemed to roll down its track all by itself.
"What the hell, man," Sheba said. "This here's some nice pussy for a little bit of go-juice."
And it was. Her black muff shone excitingly in her jeans. The attendant licked his lips, but he still hesitated. Sheba took his hand and ran it across the weighty fullness of both tits.
He returned her smile.
She lowered his hand and combed her pubic hair with his fingers. She could see the front of his tight pants rising. The girl lifted her ass off the leather seat a little and shoved his hand down, down until it was directly beneath her furry cunt.
"Finger it, man!" she said. "It's real wet and ready for a stiff dick."
The attendant had a handful of soft pussy lips and curly black pubic hair. He shoved one of his fingers deep up her cunt. He liked it and he told her so.
"So let's go man," Sheba said.
"I don't know."
"We can go into the can or Jakey can put us up on the rack. We can go in the back of that car you're driving and. . . you can lube me a little, baby. C'mon!" She smiled, her teeth flashing pearl white through her olive complexion.
"Jeez, I don't know," he said, slipping another finger up Sheba's oozing, inviting cunt.
"What the hell, man, Jakey said. "You got the key to the fucking register. I'll pump the juice for ya and watch the joint. What the shit, man. I ain't gonna rip ya off. I just need a little gas, a quart of oil, and a couple of bucks for beer. An' believe me, man, Momma Sheba is real fine pussy."
"Yeah," said the attendant, almost moaning. "I can tell that."
She had started rubbing her hand up and down the bulge in his jeans; expanding the hard he already had until it was downright painful in his pants. Sheba squeezed her thighs over his hand. It made the silky lips of her talented pussy contract lovingly over his fingers.
"How about it, baby," she said. "You want a little of this, or not?"
"Yeah... yeah. Okay," he said, the sweat of lust standing out on his forehead. "But you square with me, ya' hear. When we're fuckin' I'll be listen' to the dings on that pump.. . and I'll keep count."
Like hell you will, Jakey thought. With Momma Sheba fuckin' you, you won't even be able to keep track of your comes.
Jakey was right about one thing, but wrong about another. The attendant-his name, Sheba learned, was Bill-paid absolutely no attention to what was going on in the drive, but he could easily keep count of his orgasms. He had the staying power of a mule and a cock to match.
He had barely closed the door of the big sedan behind him when the car started to rise on the lift. He jerked his jeans and shorts off and urged her to do the same.
She pulled her jeans off, let them dangle on one ankle, and inspected his cock. She liked what she saw and thought that the trade-out might be good all around, after all. He was well hung, and the knob of his prick was big, with kind of a sharp paint. If he knew how to use it Sheba knew that big ridge on the end of his cock would raise hell with her clit and bring on some good comes.
Momma Sheba liked that. She adored all cock, but she preferred big ones. She had a little masochist in her; she liked to feel some pain while she fucked. She liked to feel the cockheads pounding far back in her pussy, so when they came, she could sense each hot spurt as it shot from her partner's prick. It usually made her come at the same time.
"What's your name, honey?" Sheba asked. "I always like to know who I'm fuckin'."
"Bill," he replied.
"Well, Bill. . . what you want. . . fuck or suck?"
"Both."
"You want to eat me a little first?" "Whatta you mean?"
"I mean you want to suck my cunt a little?"
"I ain't no cocksucker, honey," he said.
"Baby, that ain't no cock down there," Sheba replied, laughing.
"I mean you had more cocks in you than we could both count. If I sucked on your pussy I'd just be suckin' on one of the Devils' cocks by proxy.
Any other woman would have been angry. Not Momma Sheba. She could give a shit less. What, he said mattered little to her. What he did with his big dick was important. He had a nice, cock. She wanted it for herself, besides giving Jakey some time to rip off the shit head's station for enough to meet the gang for a big weekend bash in the hills.
"Suits me," she said, laying back in the soft seat. "Let's do it, honey. Get that big pecker of yours in action."
He mounted her body just above her tits with his naked ass pressing against them. His cock was throbbing as it curved upward toward her face. He pushed it down until it touched her mouth.
"No, baby. I don't want to suck you." He let it stray over her lips.
"But I want to fuck you with it." He reached behind his back and pulled the sweatshirt up until her tits were bare and pressing against his ass. Then he slid back and put his cock between them. He molded the huge globes over his thick cock.
"I want to fuck you in the cunt with it. . ." He started moving his hips slowly back and forth, jacking his prick in between her tits. ".. . and I want to fuck your face with it."
Sheba made an 'o' of her mouth and flicked her tongue at the cockhead each time it came toward her face between the tits. He teased himself by allowing it tar come closer and closer to her lips with each thrust. He had no idea that his actions were also heating up the girl.
Finally she could take it no longer. She freed one of her arms from his knee and grabbed his cock in her moist hand. "Gimme," she screeched, and pulled the bulbous head between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks, shoved the hard tip of her tongue against the eye of his cock, and started sucking.
He shoved forward with his hips as she accepted his thick meat in her throat.
"Yeah! Oh shit, yeah," he groaned. "Your fuckin' mouth feels like a cunt."
She rocked her head backward and forward, nibbling and sucking on his root as it rammed her face. The warm, liquid, swirling suck of her mouth and tongue made him squirm above her. He lifted his ass from her tits and stretched his legs out behind him, between hers. Now he could ram his cock clear down her throat in long, steady strokes and fuck her head like he would fuck her body very, very soon.
She worked like a master on his cock while he balanced himself with his head and used his hands on her big tits. They were huge and firm, with hard nipples and dark, soft areola.
Sheba was hotter than hell. Her ass began to twitch and squirm on the car seat, hunching and humping at the nothingness that lay above her oozing cunt.
It was a good cock, Sheba thought, caught up now in the joy of fucking, as she always was, no matter whose cock was fucking her. She wanted it in her pussy but she couldn't bear to take it out of her mouth. She wanted to taste some of his cum first.
Hot sob after hot sob exploded around his cock as her desperate ass writhed. Her cunt fucked the air in lieu of something more solid.
Then hot sticky juices from his powerful balls streamed down her throat, both inside and outside. She swallowed and then swallowed again. Two things were uppermost in her mind. They couldn't quit yet. Jakey hadn't had enough time on the drive and, she didn't want to see this beautiful hard-on fade before her hot, sucking, seething cunt had a taste of it.
"Oh, shit," she whispered, "don't put it all in my mouth. My cunt wants a little too."
"Don't you worry, honey. Once is never enough for my cock."
He was right. She squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock. They trickled in silver strands down on her breasts but his cock hadn't diminished in size or rigidity. If anything, it was harder and throbbing stronger than ever.
He slid his hips down until they were between her thighs and put his lips to her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby. I'm gonna fuck you 'til your pussy cries uncle."
She reached between them and folded around his turgid cock. She squeezed it hard, feeling the power it still held, and in the throbbing head up and down her oozing slit. Each time it scratched across her clit she squirmed and moaned.
"Pour it to me, stud," Sheba groaned, positioning his cock just inside her cuntlips.
He was breathing hard as his cock slid into her. She kissed him, clamping her teeth down on his lips at the same time. He squealed and shoved the rest of his meat up her juice-soaked cunt hole. When he had it all inside her writhing pussy, he slowly began to move his ass up and down.
Sheba gasped. "Good cock.. . good cock... good cock," she chanted.
"Hurtin' you baby?" he sighed.
"Shit no," she moaned, "get it on! Keep it comin' . . . it's good . . . it's fuckin' good."
He began fucking steadily, slowly at first, then gaining tempo. It seemed that the harder he fed his cock to her, the more she groaned for it.
She began panting as her first climax overtook her. He's a good fucker, she thought. She wriggled her ass in his hands. He was ramming her, holding her tightly and pumping his meat into her with fury.
She shivered. "I got it, baby! I got it, I got my come!" she cried.
She started to convulse. She began to writhe and buck her ass harder. She kept writhing over his cock, forcing him to fuck her harder. She kissed him sensuously and squeezed his cock inside the velvet lips of her cunt as she finished her come.
"Didn't you come too?" she asked.
"Shit no, baby," he groaned. "I jes got started real good."
And he had. On and on he went. She worked her cunt and the rest of her body every way she could to make him come.
He just kept having the time of his life, pounding into her. Once again his prick, combined with her own seething pussy and her nearly insatiable lust, brought her to the peak of desire.
"You got it again, ain't ya baby?" he said.
"Almost.. . almost," she panted in reply.
He bored deeper into the warm, clasping cunt walls, burying himself completely in her and groaning in delight as his balls slapped against the white, soft moons of her young, upturned ass cheeks. The girl's mouth opened and closed from the pressure of having a fuck so deep and far up inside her heaving belly.
She whimpered as he began thrusting in and out of her tightly clinging little pussy, wiggling her buttocks around in tiny little circles, trying her best to bring him to orgasm.
She could feel his balls slamming up against the soft, wide-spread cuntlips and the maddening tickle of bristly hair brushing again and again against her clit. The swollen pink lips of her tightly clasping cunt hole drew back each time he lifted himself to pump his lust-hardened cock oven deeper into her. The fleshy outer layers of her cunt clutched at his cock as though reluctant to ever let it leave.
And then she came again. "Fuck into me harder," she cried, joyously. "Fuck my cunt harder!"
Underneath him the young cycle momma became wilder and wilder as her breath rasped hoarsely; her smooth, white ass rose to meet his every desire-driven thrust, and each time he buried his hotly pounding prick to the hilt in her, she wiggled wildly, like a animal in heat.
Their joint cries were a confusion of grunts and groans as they tore madly on, the sweat of passion dripping heatedly from their bodies.
She finished another come and still he fucked. It felt to Sheba like there would be no end to his staying power.
At last Jakey came to her rescue. "Hey man, there's more cars out here than I can handle alone. Get it off will ya."
She heard his boots click away from underneath the car as the hoist started to drop. The big attendant pulled his cock from her cunt and rose to his knees above her, straddling her body. He fisted his cock, pumped it a few times and spewed his juice all over her naked belly and tilt
"You cocksucker!" Sheba screamed. "Why'd ya haf'ta go and do a stupid fuckin' trick like that for?"
That's the way I like it, baby," he said, pulling his jeans back on and crawling out of the car.
She was almost dressed when she heard the roar of Jakey's big machine at the entrance. "C'mon," he shouted above the machines din, "shake your ass! We gotta split, like now."
She had wiped the cum from her body on the armrest in the middle of the back seat. "Let the son-of-a-bitch explain that," she said aloud, and ran to the bike.
Her ass barely hit the seat and her arms wound around his waist when the front wheel danced off the pound and they were gone.
Jakey poured it to the bike. They ran two lights, a stop sign at the freeway on-ramp, and tapped a hundred on the speedometer before he said a word.
"You okay, Momma?"
"Shit yes," she replied. "How'd we do?" "Pony-five bucks, a tank of juice, six pack of oil, and some tools. Shit-fire, Momma, you sittin' on a whole damn garage if you don't wear it out."
"You know better'n that," she replied, putting her head down against his shoulder to break some of the wind on her face.
They rode in silence for a while. When he was sure the distance between them and the station was sufficient he idled the powerful machine back to sixty-five and they cruised.
"That dude liked to fuck your ass off, didn't he?" Jakey said, and laughed into the wind.
"Sheeeeeit," she replied. "I thought the bastard was never gonna come.
"I noticed. That car damned near rocked off the hoist."
"Yeah? Well, next time make sure the, bastard's been fucked in the last year, will ya?"
"Hot-damn, honey," he replied, turning a wide grin back at her over his shoulder. "You fuckin' well loved every minute of it."
She looked up at him and matched his grin. "I know it," she said.
Chapter Two
Reginald Dexter threw his colors down on the grass by the side of the mountain stream. The back of the jacket gleamed up at him in the moonlight; the club insignia and the name. Across the top of the jacket in bold, blood red letters was the label:
DEVILS.
He dropped his shirt on top of the jacket and knelt to the stream. Bitch, he thought, rotten cunt. He bathed the deep tears in his cheek and watched the blood ebb away in the water. "One of these days," he whispered to himself. "One of those fucking days I'll beat her ass blue, stick a needle in her arm, and sell her to a Chinaman."
He was referring to his own cycle momma, Rusty. He didn't even know her last name, but that wasn't unusual. She was just his current cycle momma and she was the first one he'd ever had that he couldn't control. Rusty wasn't like the rest of the mommas. She played by her own rules. She rumbled when she felt like it, and only if she felt like it. And she fucked when she felt like it and only when she felt like it.
Luckily, for both of them, that was mast of the time. Except that particular night. She told him that she just didn't feel like it.
"That's tough shit, baby," he said. "When I feel like it, is what matters. When I wanna swing... we swing."
"The shit we do," she spat back at him, and added, ..... "Reginald."
"I tol' ya about tat," he hissed. For years, since he had first formed the Devils, Reginald Dexter had been simply called, Leader. That's the way he wanted it. Like most of the men who followed him, they had phony first names and no last names.
It was only right that his phony first name should be Leader; that's what he was. Reginald Dexter only became a reality when the cops booked him or when he would get stopped and didn't want to get booked. Then he would get out his driver's license and the cop would have a good laugh.
Leader had ripped her blouse off when she'd tried to get away from him.
"Cool it, you asshole," she shouted.
"I want your cunt, baby," he said.
"I ain't up to it. Later." "Now!"
"Screw you! Go beat it off!"
He slapped her and tackled her at the same time. They hit the round and she melted. He buried his face between the full, firm expanse of her hot-tipped breasts and laved their nipples with his tongue. She lay still beneath him, straddling his waist with her thighs and running her hands up and down his back under his jacket.
Like any other time they argued, no matter who won, she won. Her tits were glorious, beautiful. They were the only pair in the world for him. They were like her cunt, one of a kind. Wiry blonde hair, that didn't match her head, covered the wide cuntal mound. It was always moist and ready. At least when she wanted it to be.
She was beautiful and he was pussy whipped.
He raised his head from, her breasts and looked into the pools of her clear, green eyes. "Jesus, Momma, you're beautiful."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. . . the most beautiful cunt in the world."
"You really think so?"
"Yeah."
"Then wait a while."
"I can't baby. You make me look bad in front of the guys."
"I make you look good when we ball in front of em.
"Then let's ball," he said, hearing the other cyclists inside the clearing chatter to their mommas as they all watched The Leader and Rusty.
"Later," she insisted.
"Now dammit, you fucking bitch! I'm gonna fuck you right now!"
"Suck off," she said, digging her nails into his cheek and ripping away flesh as she rolled from beneath him.
"The bitch," he moaned, lying back on the grassy incline by the stream. "She got the greatest body and the greatest pussy in the world but somewhere there's one better. There always is another one better just around the next curve ... and when I find it..."
He heard a sound in the bushes not ten feet away and reached for the knife in his boot. Then he recognized the moaning whispers as Cissy, and the growling urgings as Tiny. He relaxed back into the pass.
Leader could hear leaves and twigs crackling on the pound as the bodies twisted and turned. He rolled his head to the side and barely made out Tiny's big, bare ass humping in the moonlight. He and Cissy fucked all the time. Even Leader couldn't keep up with the big man. At one outing everyone had thrown the equivalent of a case of beer in the kitty and bet Tiny couldn't fuck every one of the mommas into orgasm.
It took him, two and a half hours, but he did it.
"Oh Jesus, Tiny, honey, baby," Cissy moaned. "I love your big fuckin' dick."
The giant only growled and kept humping.
Leader was a little envious of Tiny, as were all the Devils. If he were a smaller man in stature, he would be a freak. His cock matched his tremendous bulk and the huge hose almost seemed normal on such a man. They had measured it hard one night. It reached fourteen inches in length and three and a half inches thick.
Tiny was one hung stud. That's why any girl who wanted to be a momma in the Devils had to handle Tiny first. She had to swallow him and take him up her ass and up her cunt. And all the mamas had done it. All of them, that is; except Rusty.
She had refused, and Leader had let her because he was so hot for her body himself. It was the only time Leader had ever gone back on his own rules. Jakey had warned him, saying, "Be careful, Leader. A cunt like that will ruin ya."
But he'd done it anyway and, curse her ass, he hadn't regretted it. Damn she was beautiful, and some kind of good fuck. She could do things to his cock with her asshole and pussy that no woman had ever done before.
Leader got a hard-on just thinking about her. The wild fuck session beside him didn't help any.
He could hear their lips smack as they ended a kiss and the regular slap, slap of their flesh as Tiny poured his elephant-sized cock into her cunt. Leader wondered absently if he was fucking her in the cunt. Cissy liked it anywhere. Tiny might be reaming out her ass right there beside, him, There were little gasps and moans from Cissy.
Tiny urged her on with words like, "Oh, fuck my cock, oh baby..feels good...wiggle it! Jam your hot ass around a little more!"
"I can feel it way in me," Cissy whispered. "It's so nice to have it inside. Pump harder! I want it faster. Gimme all your cock!"
Tiny followed her directions and the bodice went wild. Leader couldn't tell whose moans and groans were whose as the intensity of the fuck increased. His erection was painful. He could toil when they were kissing because they would no longer be breathing so loudly. Then, suddenly, when they were through kissing, the loud breathing would resume.
It seemed to go on forever. They were moving, wiggling, twisting, and humping like crazy. Their words and the frenzied bodies became more frantic the longer it lasted.
"I'm comin', lover.. . comin' good, real good," Leader heard Cissy moan. "Feeling. . . feeling so good all over.., your cock, Tiny lover, your cock is good, good, good!"
And that all words became mush as they convulsed through a wild climax. When the excitement had died down they started whispering again.
"C'mere," Tiny growled. "I want some more." Leader could hear her roll against him. They kissed, their mouths noisily sucking on one another's tongues. Soon they were excited all over again.
"I want you inside me again," Cissy said in her coy, little girl voice. "But this time I want to be on top while we fuck."
Leader heard the rustle as they changed positions. Then he heard her whispering again.
"Baby's got such a big, sweet hunk of cock meat. Momma Cissy loves to play with her Daddy's cock. Let me jerk it off for a little bit. Jesus, it takes both my fucking hands!"
"Put a lotta spit on it, honey. Make it good and gooey!" Tiny said, and then sighed in delight as she obviously complied.
"Feels great, don't it, honey?" Cissy said. "That's a handful of my pussy juice and your cum I'm puttin' on your balls. God, they're so fuckin' heavy!"
Tiny could hardly control himself as she jerked his prick and fondled his balls. Leader could tell from the writhing sounds, his body made. He could even hear the sound of Cissy's hands as they stroked up and down on Tiny's slippery, erect prick.
"Move around to the side a little, honey," Tiny moaned, "so's I can get my fist up your cunt."
Within seconds Cissy was gasping and squirming. Leader fisted his own cock harder as he pictured what was happening; Cissy sitting on top of Tiny, with her legs on either side of his body, while her hands worked up and down his stiff, greasy cock.
At the same time his balled fist would be reaming her cunt, causing friction on her clit.
"Get two or three of your fingers gooey with pussy juice," Cissy moaned, "and shave 'em up my ass."
Leader was practically climbing up a hill. "Now let's fuck," Tiny said.
"That's it," Cissy said. "Slide it in! That's right .. you're fillin' me up, honey.., now pump slow. I want this one to last."
And last it did. It seemed to go on forever until Leader couldn't take another minute of it. He grabbed his clothes and crawled toward the writhing bodies.
"Who's that?" Tiny said, gasping and pausing in mid-stroke.
"It's me... Leader. You two mind if I join in a bit?"
"Shit no, Leader," Tiny laughed. "You know Cissy. Find a hole."
"Hell yes, Leader," Cissy echoed. "You hard?" She once again started bouncing up and down on Tiny's cock.
"Like a rack," Leader said, rising up on his knees and laying his prick across her rocking tits.
"Get down by Tiny's feet," Cissy said, and pulled her cunt off the giant's cock with a slurping sound. She then shifted her position so her ass was facing Tiny's face and her head was between his legs, poised over Leader's hard-on.
Once again she fitted her soaking pussy over his gigantic upright prick. Tiny gripped her ass and filled her cunt with his cock. At once Cissy began to exercise herself up and down its, throbbing length as she swallowed Leader's cock to its root.
Tiny spread the asshole bouncing before his eyes with his thumbs. When it was good and gooey with his spit he put a second, and then a third finger up her ass. Eventually he had his squeezed hand inserted up her ass to the heel. He fucked her ass with his hand in the same tempo as his cock filled her cunt.
Cissy moaned around the throatful of Leader's cock and performed the same operation with her hand on Leader's ass. She had every hole filled and she fucked like a wild woman. Beneath her, she could feel his hands tugging and squeezing her tits.
"That's it, that's it," Leader said, as she bounced her head up and down on his cock.
Her teeth scraped the hell out of his cockhead as she really got into the swing of it and sucked for all she was worth. He threw a load down her throat and paused so he could come again.
Cissy gagged on the cum for a second, then let it slide on down to her belly and started fucking again. Tiny was probing both her holes like a wild man. Then she lifted her head off Leader's cock and used her hand to masturbate him while she talked herself through a climax.
"I'm gettin' there... shove a little harder, Tiny, honey... oh, shit, heaven's on the way . . . I'm close, so fucking close.. . there, there... I'm over!" As she came she jammed her face back over Leader's pulsing cock.
Tiny growled. "Keep your ass movin', honey, I'm next! Yeah.., hey.. . like that! Just like that! Ohhh, sheeeeeit, that is the sweetest!"
They all shot off together in spirals of cum and cunt juice. They rolled away from each other practically at the same time. Leader was temporarily satiated but Tiny was still panting for more. Leader dressed and, as he moved away toward the camp, he saw Tiny pulling her head down over his cock.
"Lick my dick, Cissy baby, lick it good. It's damn near hard again."
Weird, he taught, as he made his way back to camp, real weird. He knew Tiny was a little off balance and his cycle momma, Cissy, was probably not playing with quite a full deck as well. But they were cool to have around at parties and in a rumble. Tiny was murder in a fight. It never hurt to have three hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle on your side in any fight.
And that was Tiny.
Leader walked into the campsite. Half the guys were drunk already, or stoned, and the other half were grabbing off a quick piece from their mommas or somebody else's before getting drunk or stoned.
He crossed the clearing toward his bed roll and he and Rusty's private fire. On the way he asked about Jakey. No one had seen the second in command.
Leader moved on. He'd picked a good spot. Below they could see the lights of the little town. Ridges crawled up either side of them giving protection from passing state troopers and any other motorists who might happen along. They had set up camp along side a winding, narrow stream. A warm breeze rustled through the trees around them as he slid into the light of the fire beside her.
She smiled at him, her red hair forming a halo of fire around her beautiful face.
"It's later," she said.
By rights Leader knew he should be fucked out for at least an hour. Cissy's mouth had done some kind of job on his cock. But the sight of Rusty's hair, her heaving tits, and the rest of her perfect body, even fully clothed, made his cock throb anew.
"I thought you weren't up to it," he said.
"That was before. I tol' ya ..... now it's later."
"What if I ain't up to it. Cissy just gave me one hell of a blow-job."
Rusty shrugged. "Then I'll go fuck Tiny. I know that big, dumb shit's got a lot left. He's always got a fucking hard-an."
"Are you tryin' to be difficult?" he said, planting a kiss on her lips. When she didn't answer him, he unrolled the sleeping bag and took off his clothes.
She watched with excitement as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly and let his pants drop. And then he removed his shorts and shirt. He stood in front of the fire. Its glowing embers played a sensuous glow against his lean, muscular body. His cock was half-erect as he stared at her, displaying himself in the firelight. Without saying a word she followed his example. Once both of them were naked, they stood in front of the fire, warming their bodies and kissing each other all over.
Leader took her hand and placed it on his thick prick. She rubbed it slowly, enjoying the excitement of having it grow as she fondled it until it was hard and erect, pushing against her belly.
He then began feeling her breasts and kissing them. The combined feeling of his mouth and the fire's warmth made her feel as though she were about to melt. She became aware of his fingers sliding along the lips of her moistening cunt. She kissed his chest, running her lips over his taut nipples. It brought a shudder of desire to his body.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and began kissing her belly and navel. She spread her legs and watched as his kisses descended to her crotch, to her cuntal entrance. She trembled as his tongue probed her slit. It moved up and down and then massaged her hard clit.
"Yes, baby, suck my cunt a little," she said, placing her hands on the back of his head and pressing his face closer to her passionate pit.
He licked and kissed her inner thighs up to her cunt, and then tongued the pubic area. Rusty could feel her cunt dripping with the moisture of desire. It was running down the insides of her legs as his kissing sounds turned into passionate slurps. The pleasure he was giving her made her legs shake and her hips pump slowly.
After a while, he stopped. "My turn," he said, standing up and hugging her, his stiff prick pressing against her pubic mound.
She knew what he meant and didn't hesitate to do it. Once on her knees in front of him, she went into a frenzy. She couldn't get enough of his body. First she licked and sucked gently on his balls, causing him to moan with pleasure. Then she clasped the base of his erection in her hand and pulled it down so that the bulbous head was level with her mouth.
"Oh shit, oh shit, honey. Cissy can suck a cock, but nothing like you! Nothing like you!"
She heard him suck in his breath when she began taking his prick into her mouth, moving her wet lips back and forth over the ridges. Sometimes she sucked and other times she just moved her tongue back and forth over his heated cock.
"Oh shit, Rusty! Your mouth is so good! That's it.. . keep sucking... SUCK!"
As she sucked, she tickled his balls with her fingertips. It seemed as though he wasn't going to be able to stand up any longer. His entire body was moving convulsively, moving in little jerks and squirms. It gave Rusty pleasure to know that each of his sudden movements agreed with her lips moving over his bulging cockhead. The faster she did it, the more excited he became. She wondered if he was going to climax. It seemed as though he was going to reach his peak any second.
He stopped her and led her to the open sleeping bag. They lay down together, his head by her cunt and his cock bobbing against her face.
He spread her thighs and opened her cuntlips wide. With a wild groan, his tongue plunged up into her pussy. As soon as Rusty felt the exquisite sensation, she took his throbbing cock into her mouth and moved her lips back and forth over its length. The better his kisses felt, the more of his cock she took, until each of her strokes began at the very base of his root and moved up the shaft and over the head and then back down again.
Leader moved his finger back and forth over her puckered asshole while he continued kissing and sucking her clit. When he plunged it inside, Rusty could feel the pleasure deep within her. She especially liked it when he wriggled his finger at the same time that he fondled her tit. The delicious sensations, were all over her body. It made her suck even harder on his prick, trying to concentrate on the magic cockhead that made him quiver.
Soon their bodies were rubbing against each other tightly. Their perspiration lubricated their movements as their sucking intensified. She knew he was about to come. She could feel his prick twitching and getting hotter in her mouth, and it made her even more excited. As she shook with ecstasy, reaching the breathless pinnacle of pleasure, she felt his warm, slick cum shooting into her throat. He pumped glob after glob until her mouth was full.
Rusty swallowed all his jizz and swiveled her hips around until her syrupy cunt was directly under his still semi-stiff cock. She was about to plunge upward with her hips and impale her pussy on his prick when the campsite erupted with the roar of a motorcycle and, above it, Jakey's loud voice.
"Hey, hey, HEY. . . Jakey and Momma Sheba have done arrived.., who wants to FUCK?"
Chapter Three
Myron Hastings parked his patrol car, retrieved his gear from the back seat, and entered the sheriff's office though the back entrance. He took a quick look at the two cells along one wail. One was empty and number two was occupied by (kin Harper, the town drunk, sleeping off an early one. He was out like a light and Myron knew he would probably stay quiet all night.
"Myron . . . Myron."
It was Jessica Laird's voice from the front office. Lauren Laird was the mayor and Myron's boss. Lauren had appointed Myron sheriff two months previously over the town council's objection that twenty-four was too young for a sheriff even in a small town like Saderville. Also Myron had very little experience, but he wanted and needed the job in order to move up the date of his marriage to
Cindy Lewis, his high school sweetheart.
A month after Myron was appointed sheriff he found out how he had really gotten the job. A cocktail party was thrown in his honor at the Country Club. He'd taken Cindy and mid-way through the evening he found himself dancing much too close to Jessica Laird.
"I'd like to talk to you in private, Myron."
"Sure. You want to go into the game room?"
"No," she replied, "let's go out to the pool house. It's more private. You've been in such demand tonight I haven't had a chance to really congratulate you on your appointment or let you in on a little secret."
"Secret?" he said, not realizing how dumb the smile on his face looked. "What secret?"
"How to keep it," she replied. "Why don't you dance the rest of this dance with your precious Cindy and then slip away and meet me at the west entrance. All right?"
"I guess."
"You know so," she said and started to move away. "I'll be waiting."
The band finished the number and, during the light applause that preceded the next one, Cindy glided into his arms. Her curvaceous body with its firm tits and flaring hips molded lovingly against his. She moved teasingly as well as lovingly. That was the trouble with Cindy. They had been going together three years, and Myron had never gotten so much as his hand below her waist or inside the front of her dress.
He knew she loved him but he also knew she loved to tease him. She loved to tease all men with her flowing blonde hair, her breathtaking body, and her beautiful face. But she would soon be his for good. They had already set the date.
As he held Cindy in his arms and felt her body against his, his mind flashed back to how Jessica Laird's body had felt. It, too, was warm and supple against him. And somehow it hadn't seemed to tease. Jessica's body had seemed yielding, almost as if the woman were offering it to him.
What if she was, he suddenly thought. After all, she is twenty-five years younger than her husband. And everyone knew Lauren was at least fifty-five and no great shakes in the beginning. People in the town had often wondered how Lauren had managed to catch such a beauty. Myron toyed with the idea of not meeting her, but quickly dismissed it.
After all, he mused, it's not what you know in this world that gets you somewhere, it's who you know.
The dance ended and he excused himself from Cindy saying he'd had too many drinks and needed the bathroom. He slipped out one of the side doors and through the archway that led to the tennis courts.
Sure enough, Jessica was waiting for him beside the pool, at the west entrance to the clubhouse. She grabbed his hand and motioned him to follow her. He did and found himself in one of the two VIP apartments in the pool house.
"The bar's over there, Myron. Fix us a drink while I change."
"Change? Why?"
"Honey," she replied. A formal gown is great far a gala formal but it's not worth a shit for anything else." She exited to the bedroom and he went to the bar.
Her reply should have told him something, but Myron was never too swift on conversation and doable meanings and he WUS even less knowledgeable about women. Witness his dating one woman for three years and never touching her.
He fixed the drinks and crossed the room to the sofa. He had just settled in when she re-appeared in the doorway. She wore only a thin negligee and the strong light behind her easily revealed that the only other article of clothing on her voluptuous body was a pair of flimsy bikini panties.
"I always keep a change out here, away from the house and Lauren." Myron's eyes popped and he almost gagged on. his drink. "Something wrong ... don't you like it on me?"
"Mrs. Laird . . . you're. . ."
"Yes?" she urged, moving into the room.
"You're beautiful."
"Thank you, Myron," she said, sipping her drink and slipping onto the sofa beside him. "Here's to our private celebration. You're the only guest and I'm the only host and hostess. I'm glad I forced Lauren to hire you as Sheriff."
"You. . . you did it?" Myron said.
"Of course I did it, silly. You don't think he would have done it on his own, do you? He would have appointed that panty-waist nephew of his if he'd had his own way. But he wants to make sure I'm there when he gets his once-a-month hard-on, so he does what I tell him to do."
Myron gagged again.
"Don't spill your drink, Myron. How old are you?"
"Almost twenty-four."
"I'm almost thirty-eight."
"Thanks for helping me get my job."
"You're welcome, Myron. Tell me something, Myron..."
"Yes?"
"Do you think just because a good cock is younger than a good cunt, it doesn't mean they can't get together and have a good fuck, does it?" He gagged again. "Here, you'd better let me take that drink." She leaned forward and took his glass. As she set it on the coffee table the front of her gown fell open.
"Oh my God," he moaned.
Her eyes rolled up to his. They wore wide open and bulging. "What's the matter, Myron? Haven't you ever seen a pair of tits before?"
"A-yeah," he stammered. "But not like those.. . not anything like those."
"Why thank you, Myron," she said, setting her drink along side his on the table. She moved closer until her full tits were pressed against his arm. "You have a nice body too, Myron. Football, wasn't it?"
"Ah. . . yes ma'am," he said, feeling the sweat break out on his forehead.
She took his hand and cupped her right tit with it. Then her left. Then her right again. "C-cups, Myron. Not the biggest, but ample. Cindy has D-cups, I'm sure, but for an old woman these aren't bad. What do you think, Myron?"
Myron moved his eyes from side to side trailing the path of his hand. She had great tits. He tried to say so. He couldn't talk. His mouth was full of his tongue.
As he continued to stare she took his other hand. With a hand on each tit, she started his fingers to kneading and fondling. Soon, without realizing it, he was doing it on his own. It felt good to have strong, young hands on her tits even if their owner was so dumb that she had been forced to make the first move.
Before either of them realized it, they had scooted to the end of the couch. His cock had risen like a pole in the front of his pants as his hands made dough out of her full, fleshy tits. He was hypnotized by her scent and the vision of her near-naked body in the thin negligee.
When Jessica was sure he wouldn't let go of her tits, she slowly arched her back, and tilted her head over the arm of the sofa. As her breasts moved away from his hands, they followed, stretching him out. Before he knew it, his arms were high above his head, his hands still cupping her breasts, and his face was nearly in her crotch.
He looked, swallowed, and gasped. The bikini panties hid nothing. They were totally sheer. He could see right through them to the thick crop of black pubic hair covering the moist, pink slit of her pussy.
His cock was wet between his legs. He could feel it and hoped it wouldn't stain his new uniform.
The proximity of his face to her cunt and his hands tearing at her tits served to spark the full fire of lust in her body. Love juice squeezed between her cuntlips and in no time the entire crotch band of her panties was soggy with it.
He noticed it. She noticed the new, bright, hungry look in his eyes.
"Looks good, doesn't it, Myron? Ever taste a pussy before, Myron?" He didn't answer but his throat gurgled. "You probably haven't. Go ahead, Myron . . . it's okay. Taste my pussy. . . run your tongue around the band of my panties and take a lick at my unit!"
He nuzzled the panties aside with his nose and tongued beneath the material like a trained dog. Her tits heaved in his hands as he pound his tongue greedily up into her snatch.
"Oh yeah, Myron. Oh shit yes! Tongue-fuck my sweet pussy. Tongue-tuck it real good, Myron, and get it ready for your cock!"
She could feel the nipples on her breasts become even more rock-hard and erect in his palms as his tongue went wild in the walls of her cunt. Up and down her pussy went his searching tongue. He was lost in her cunt now. Her pussy lips owned his tongue and lips, and her thighs had captured his head.
"Go down a little further, Myron. A little further. There, that's it. Now stick your tongue in my ass. Oh shit, that's good!"
His willing, searing tongue had circled the pulsing hole of her ass and then darted inside. Jessica twitched as if an electric current had shot from his tongue through her body.
Then his tongue slithered slowly back up to her throbbing cunt and his lips nibbled on her clit. Her ass jerked up into his face as her hands clawed the sofa.
His mouth was producing more and more flow from her cock hungry cunt. And then his mouth wasn't enough. She wanted a cock, any cock, his cock. She wanted to feel it spread the lips of her cunt and soothe the fire in her cunt with its white cream.
She clutched his head in her hands and pulled him away from her pussy and up to her breasts. She tugged until her tits were mashed against his chest and his slobbering lips were against her mouth. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and wiggled her near nude, voluptuous body up to him.
As they kissed; his hands moved up her inner thighs and finally touched the sheer black material. Her cunt hair came through the material so easily, he thought she had already taken off her panties. When he couldn't get past the tight leg band, she raised her body from the bed and Myron slipped the panties off.
As he ran his fingers, like a comb, through the thick, bushy cunt hair, he struggled with his free hand to remove his trousers. She couldn't wait. She pushed him up and used her hands on his pants buckle and zipper.
His pants fell around his ankles. "Kick 'em off," she said and she lowered his shorts. His cock leaped out at her face, hard, full, and throbbingly erect. She sighed, running the tip of her tongue over her red lips in anticipation. "Oh shit.. . you got a big one, Myron! With a cock like that, we're gonna have us a real ball, a really fine fuck!"
Suddenly, away from her body for a moment, his mind started to clear a little. Oh Jesus, he thought, what the fuck am I doing? She's my boss's wife. She's the mayor's wife. What would happen if he should find them there with the sheriff's cock up the mayor's wife's pussy?
"I-no, I can't do it. Oh, Jesus no, your husband.."
"Screw my husband, lover! Right now you got what I want, so give it to me!"
She ripped the remainder of his uniform off as she continued to praise and demand his body. She handled his wet cock and drops of clear, seminal fluid trickled down over her hand.
"Beautiful cock, honey. I mean you got a gorgeous, big, thick prick. Fuck me with it! Give it to me! Ream out my fuck hole with that beautiful hunk of meat!"
He couldn't help it. He couldn't still his own desires. His hips moved by themselves, under their own power, as they slid between her thighs.
Jessica's legs parted, lifted, and she wrapped them around his body. As the long, thick, hot cock spread her seething cuntlips, Jessica squeezed him with her legs and felt the pressure of his prick throughout her entire body.
Myron could feel her cunt closing over his cock and it was wonderful. The skin inside her vagina was warm and slick as her juices transmitted their heat to his plunging cock. Her cunt was spectacular. It felt more like a suck than a fuck.
"Oh Myron, ram it home! Ram it home! Don't you worry about hurrying and ending this beautiful moment because I won't let you. You're going to spend the whale night here and we're going to fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Myron could hear her but he didn't care what she said. All he wanted to do was shoot the most tremendous load possible. Her cunt was so much more pleasant than others he had fucked. His penetration was such that the feeling was absolutely terrific.
Jessica was obviously more experienced in fucking, and she unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the sofa. This raised her cunt more to his angle and he couldn't believe that his cock actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought her clit into direct contact with his sliding cock and she knew, she would soon be at the peak of her come.
Their bodies merged farther and farther into their mutual passion as they bath felt one another's orgasm swell. When the hot explosion of climax struck, Jessica's throat erupted in shrieks of delight.
"Ohhhh, yes, OHHHHH, Myron, your. . . your fuck, it's wonderful A - it's great! I'm going to, yes, yes! I'm coming with you! I'm shooting I'm shooting. . oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I'm shooting so good!"
Their pulsations continued for what seemed an endless period of time. He didn't think his fuck would ever end; the orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most satisfying he had ever experienced. The hot cum just wouldn't quit streaming into her cunt and he could feel how her pussy was rapidly filling with the result of bath their comes.
"MYRON!"
Her voice called him again from the front office. It was now loud and grating. He tried to ignore it as he unbuckled his gun and hung the belt on the wall but it just wouldn't go away.
"Lauren called from up on the bill. He used the car radio. There's some motorcycle tang up there drinking and probably having an orgy."
"Why didn't he just call me?" Myron yelled back to her.
"Because he couldn't find you. Where were you? Over chasing that little hard-to-get pussy of yours?"
That's exactly where he had been, but, it wouldn't do to let Jessica know it. She had become very possessive since that first night they had been together and had managed to find at least three nights a week to slip away from her husband and be with Myron.
"Well?" she called again. "I can't shout at you all night from up hen."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said.
The door between the front office and the cells rocked the rest of the way open. He looked up. She stood, hands on hips, feet wide apart, her body stark naked.
Cindy was hotter than the fires of hell when, at last, she crawled from the back seat of Myron's patrol car and sneaked into the house. Once again she congratulated herself on being able to hold out. Myron still thought she was an innocent virgin. He would soon marry her and declare to the world how virginal his little wife was on their wedding night.
"I want it to be right, Myron. I want to save it for our sweet wedding night," she had told him the ten millionth time.
And, in away, she would kind of a virgin on her wedding night. She didn't consider the fucking she had already done really losing her virginity.
She had gotten her little helper, as she called it, from her roommate at summer camp the year before. Her name was Leslie and she was just a preoccupied by sex as Cindy. But the other girl had done something about it.
The first night they had been together they talked into the wee hours of the morning about sex. It was the first time Cindy had ever been around anyone so open and it both excited and scared her.
Finally, Leslie announced that she was getting sleepy and said she was going to bed. As they continued to talk, Leslie began removing her clothes. Cindy became more uncomfortable the more Leslie disrobed because she wasn't used to allowing others, even other girls, to see her while she was undressing. She thought that, perhaps, Leslie would strip down to her bra and panties and then go into the bathroom where she would change into her nightgown.
But she didn't.
Leslie kept taking off her clothes and gave no indication that she was about to go into the bathroom or even cover herself.
Cindy tensed as the other girl unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders. Leslie stood bare-breasted in front of Cindy as though she was totally clothed. She had no shame over her naked body.
Cindy tried not to stare at Leslie's firm tits, she tried to keep her gaze riveted to Leslie's eyes, but she couldn't. Whenever Leslie spoke directly to her, Cindy looked her in the eye, but as Leslie moved around the room, Cindy couldn't help looking at the other girl's magnificent breasts.
She found herself hoping that Leslie would take off her panties, too, so Cindy could see the other girl's pussy and compare it with her own. She hardly believed that she would.
But Leslie did, and stood entirely nude in front Cindy's feasting eyes. Leslie smiled at her as she ran her hands sensuously over her own body, obviously enjoying the feel of her own hands. They lingered at her tits which she gently massaged.
"There's lots of things you have to get used to when you worn with someone," Leslie said softly. "I think we'll be great together. Let's be honest right off the start. I like to fuck with myself. . . you know, masturbate my pussy."
"That's okay," Cindy replied. "I use my fingers sometimes myself when I'm out with my boyfriend first and come home all worked up."
"Great," Leslie said. "I had a roommate last summer who didn't dig it. She thought it was dirty or something. You can use my dildo if you want to."
"Your what?" Cindy asked.
"My dildo. My little helper. Haven't you ever used one before, Cindy?"
"No. Is it good?"
"It's the closest thing to a man you can get. It's electric and it vibrates inside your pussy. I can see I've got a lot to teach you. You're going to get more of an education this summer than you thought."
And she certainly did.
Cindy took her clothes off and ran a hot bath.
While she was in the tub she thought of the vibrator, waiting for her in its secret biding place. She bathed very slowly. She liked to prolong the anticipation as long as she could.
Then she lifted herself gingerly from the tub and sat at her dressing table, fresh from the bath. She powdered her lovely white body. And what a body it was. Tall, slender, yet exciting in its plunging curves and hollows. Cindy was as tall as many men. But constructed like the complete woman, the kind of woman all men dream about in their wildest sex fantasies.
She rose from the dressing table and, robe flowing, she glided to the full length mirror on the closet door across from her bed.
She smiled as she peered at herself admiringly. Yes, she was spectacular. Nordic with her dazzling blonde hair that nobody in town could believe was really her true color. Aloof with her ice-blue Viking eyes that dared any man to touch her. Stunning with her heavy tits, thin waist, curving hips and long, long legs that would some day wrap and close around a man and urge the sex out of him. Her stride, when she moved, was graceful with a smooth, sensuous roll to her ass and hips.
Passion! Sex! Desire!
Cindy knew she had these weaknesses. She only hoped to control them until she had that ring on her finger. The last thing she wanted to do was give in to Myron and allow him to possibly lose interest in her before they were married.
Slowly, she parted her negligee and revealed her body to the mirror from head to toe. She was, she admitted, proud of her beautiful body, the body that some day would give her everything out of life that she wanted.
Look at those breasts, she thought. Heavy, yet firm and high, creamy white and tipped with red points like huge, dark, mounds of enticing lust. Her shoulders were firm, square, yet capable of turning to melted butter when a man put his arms around them. Her ribs poked excitingly against the flawless skin below her tits, pointing like arrows to her navel. Her sweet indentation was set in the taut pillow of her belly. It led the way to her crotch, where the final truth about her blonde hair was revealed.
Somewhere under that mm of blonde fur lay her cunt, where all her tension sat in seething patience.
She paused and looked into the mirror again. Opening the gown, she placed her thumbs on her nipples and worked them in tiny circles. At once the puckered pink skin began to stiffen and in seconds her nipples had opened their buds. They popped out, stiff. They were tingling and eager for a man's touch.
Her fingers slid down over her ribs and she touched, lightly, the furry mound that covered her cunt. It, too, was alive and jumping with eagerness. Her breathing seemed heavier. She was up-tight just from anticipating.
She whirled from the mirror and dropped her negligee to the carpet. She danced to the bed.
She thought about what a shame it was that virtue couldn't feel as good as having Myron suck her clit. She toyed with the idea of becoming completely the way she secretly wanted, to be and having sex with every boy whom she thought attractive. But she pushed it out of her mind until after she was married. When she was married, then she would slowly convince Myron that they should have sex with other couples. Then, and only then, would she have all the sex she so desperately needed and wanted.
She reached under the bed and took the electric instrument from its hiding place. Carefully and slowly she unwrapped it. She smelled it. It still had just a touch of the pungent odor from her cunt on it from the last time she had fucked herself with it. She ran it slowly in and out of her mouth sucking the remnants of her juices from its rubbery stalk.
She began by spreading her legs and lightly rubbing her clit. That familiar, wonderful feeling was soon moving in waves from her sensitive organ outward over her entire body the same way a rock creates ripples in still water.
As she lay there on the bed, her eyes half-closed, her back slightly arched while she fondled herself, she thought of a man, of his cock. She could feel her juices dripping on her fingers as they played sensuously on her heated, oozing, cuntlips.
As the voluptuous feelings grew, Cindy wanted another body on top of hers. She wanted an erect, hard cock shoving into her, pumping hard into her pussy. She craved the feeling of Myron's belly slapping against hers as he worked his hard prick in and out of her clasping cunt.
She grabbed the vibrator, placed the pointed end against her cuntal opening, and slowly pressed it into her. At first it hurt. It always did. But soon, the farther she shoved it in and the wider she was stretched, it felt better and better. In fact, by the time it was halfway inside her heated cunt, it felt exquisite.
When it was all the way in and she could feel the swell fill her insides, she pulled it almost all the way out and placed the tip along her slit and on her clitoris. Then she pushed it back in again, enjoying every inch of its entrance.
Her pace quickened so that she was plunging in and out of herself faster and faster. She wiggled her hips more excitedly. She wanted desperately for it to be Myron's cock, or any cock, just a hard cock.
But that would come, she told herself.
As she worked the dildo between her legs, she fondled her tits with her free hand. She was moaning and gasping and desiring.
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She switched on the vibrator, its soft humming noise filling the worn and the pleasurable ripples driving her into a frenzy. He didn't even have to move the vibrator in and out any longer. It worked by itself. She took her hand away and brought it to her tits so that both hands were feeling her breasts while the vibrator shook her clit and cuntal walls and she bucked her hips ma wild sexual movement.
She thought she would explode with pleasure. The vibrator was driving the intensely enjoyable sensations deeper and deeper inside her cunt until she was moving spastically on the bed, her body almost completely out of control. The feelings were overwhelming her, taking hold of her nerves and twisting them this way and that until they suddenly catapulted her into a state of pure, intense pleasure.
"I hope," she groaned aloud as she came violently on the vibrator, "oh, I hope I can wait but I don't think I will be able to, I can't I want a cock . . . Ohhh, I want a cock so bad so very fucking bad!"
Lauren Laird had parked his car a half-mile from the top of the ridge. He could hear the shouting and see the dim outline of the camp fires against the skyline ridge.
He walked, huffing and puffing his overweight body up the hill toward the light, until he could see the clearing. Then he crouched and crawled the rest of the way. At last he was there. He took up a vantage point in a clump of trees directly adjacent to the clearing.
"Dirty, filthy," he whispered aloud to himself. "Rotten bunch of sex maniac kids."
He could look directly down into the clearing and see the cavorting naked bodies. Several of them were fucking in twos, threes, and even fours.
They were all in open view by the light of the many fires. As he watched the young, writhing bodies, his hand crept to his own crotch. Sweat broke out on his forehead as the orgy got into high gear.
Soon he was on his knees with his cock, hard and ready, in his hand. He fisted it wildly as he watched the other cocks flying in and out of mouths, asses, and cunts.
Jesus, he thought, some of those big-titted girls are beautiful. How he'd like to throw a dick into some of that young stuff.
Lauren was about to come when a large, heavy hand dropped on his shoulder from behind. He swiveled his head in fear and looked up at a giant of a man standing stark naked above him. Beside the man stood a young girl with a beautiful, naked body.
"Well shit-fire, man. Now what, we got heft,"
said the giant.
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"I don't know, Tiny honey." said the girl. "But he's jes poundin' the piss out of his lit' pud."
"Damn it, Jessica, we can't-not right here in the damn jail!"
"The hell we can't, Myron, lover. Orin's so damn drunk he'll never wake up 'til morning and there's a cot in that empty cell right there."
"No... it ain't right. Besides, I better go up on the hilt and check out that motorcycle gang! Lauren could be in trouble up there."
"Shit," Jessica said, advancing toward him. "He's probably up there gettin' his jollies watching all those young kids fuck."
He was gulping as she went to him and began to loosen his necktie. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his pants. She loosened his belt and slid his fly open. His pants dropped to his knees and his shirt flopped away from his chest. She could count his ribs, even in the semi-darkness. But she knew what was in his pants.
She jerked them to his ankles and shoved the shirt over his shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. She mashed his lips back and allowed her tongue to dart into his throat He was gurgling and gagging and completely dominated. That was how she wanted it. She wanted what sex Myron could yield, but she also wanted him to depend on her for his pleasure. She hated that Cindy and she would show him what a phony she was.
He gasped for air. "Jesus Christ!"
"Shut up," she hissed.
Her hands slipped from his shoulders, down the front of his body and cupped his cock. She grasped his cock and balls in her palms, closing her hands over them like they were her slaves. He gasped again, staggering until she thought he would fall to the floor.
"Oh, Christ, Jessica!"
"I said keep quiet."
"You said yourself," he cried, the sweat popping out on his forehead, "nobody can hear."
She massaged his balls and then circled his prick with her thumb and forefinger. She reached far between his trembling thighs and raked the crack of his ass with her nails. He was wheezing as she asked and pumped at the same time.
Then he was falling forward to bury his face in her full tits. He was between them, like a child tucked among two comforters, sucking in her sexual warmth. He sucked a nipple as she stroked the back of his head. Then he fell to his knees and she pulled his face into her crotch.
His mouth was open and she felt his lips and ten his teeth probing through her moist cunt hairs until he was nibbling on her wet cuntlips. She gritted her teeth and raised her face toward heaven.
"What ecstasy! Suck my cunt, Myron," she said. "I love it! I need id Suck, my lover, suck my sweet, wet pussy!"
He plunged on, his tongue lapping, shoving into her and, at the same time, she continued to pump his cock. It was throbbing and she knew he was going to get it off soon.
Crazy, Myron told himself. This was crazy. Racking the mayor's wife right in the jail.
But he couldn't help it.
-Cindy, as usual, had gotten him all steamed up and then left him with an aching hard-on. And Jessica was beautiful, and she was ready, and she really did know how to fuck and satisfy a man, and she was there, right there at the edge of his tongue.
"Let's go into the cell," she said, pulling him along by the cock. "I want you in me, Myron. Jesus that's all I've thought about all day-getting your meat inside my cunt."
As she retreated to the cot he followed, kneeling between her legs, his cock pointing like a hot lance. He rammed it at her sucking pussy and it shot inside easily.
She locked her ankles and they began to fuck. Faster and faster they pumped, grunting softly in the semidarkness.
As he worked over her heated body, he swelled even more in her cunt. Then she could feel, the smooth sliding that told her he was getting the right stimulation as well.
"Almost, baby," she cooed. "Close . . . very close." She could feel her first orgasm coming on. She was on the edge of a giant come.
Myron was with it now. All thoughts of her husband had gone. Once again he also forgot Cindy, his job, the sleeping drunk, and where they were, as his cock dipped in the unbelievable sweetness of Jessica's talented, mature cunt. He now rode her strongly, filling this luscious woman with joy.
She was hardly still as she met his charge. She used a fuck rhythm she'd never employed before, fighting his body with hers, welcoming his pounding cock.
Their bodies came together in loud, splatting sounds as they melted further and further into the cot. The walls of her cunt became a velvety fist about his driving shaft. They squeezed it and milked it. Each time that he plunged down into her, she met the charge, rising up high, grinding her ass, stiffening her thighs, holding him high up above her body.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, that man of yours, that fat cocksucker, is he an idiot. What a wonderful piece of tail you are, lie's crazy not to fuck you all the time," Myron gasped.
"I can fuck, can't I? Do I please you?" "You know it," Myron gasped. "Your ass... ohh, your ass, how it revolves." "Are you coming?" she rasped. He grunted. "Yeah... I'm coming." She was coming, too. Together they were tightening their loins and then she raked her nails across his back as the ripping feeling in her womb started.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he wailed, time after time.
She could feel his jizz oozing into her in rapid spurts. She felt her walls convulsing around his firm prick, milking it as though there were hands along her cuntal channel.
In a few seconds it was all over and he lay atop her, spent, perspiring, the sweat dripping from the point of his chin to her lips. She turned her face to one side to escape the salty stream.
Her voice was clogged with passion as she whispered to him. "What?" he said. Jessica whispered again, but be couldn't hear her. He put his head close to hers. "I can't hear you."
The voice was gaunt and faint. "I said I want you to fuck me again, Myron. Now, right now, again. Oh shit, I need it!"
He looked down, His prick dangled forlornly. He knew he couldn't get it up again right away, no matter how he tried. "It won't," he said.
"It must. I must. We must!"
He dropped back to the cot She moved like a woman returning from the dead. She pressed his cock between her huge, heaving tits. She massaged his cock with the sweat from between her tits.
Now, as if on command, his cock took shape, going up and dipping down, extending, enlarging, rising.
"Wonderful," she cooed, "ohhh, wonderful, Myron, get it up for me! For my curd!"
Tall, curved and supple, she moved lithely above him in the darkness. Her eyes were bright, like an animal's.
Myron stroked her slowly, passing his hands over her awesome ass. He slid his stiffened fingers between her lush thighs and rested his head on her cushiony tits.
He licked each sphere, teasing the pink nipples with his tongue and teeth. Her breathing became harsh. She gripped his shoulders, digging her sharp nails into the flesh. At first slowly, then more rapidly, her hips began to weave from side to side.
She became aware of his cock and told him that it was like a length of hat hose smacking against her leg. A sob erupted from her open mouth. Her stomach convulsed as his hands gripped her ass, spreading each curving cheek apart.
It was wonderful, she told him, to have a real man, with a real cock, that stood up, hard, in desire for her pussy. In the cell's dim light her hair was glossy as she knelt to massage his prick. She held fast the shaft and applied her tongue. She laved the barrel, wetting it with spit and murmuring her love for it low in her throat.
Then he slid beneath her, once again wild for the warm sheath of her pussy over his cock. She wanted to dominate him. And, it was obvious that he wanted her to. He allowed her to take all the initiative.
He wrapped his arms about her neck, entwined his legs around her hips, and sighed.
"Sink down, baby. It's all waiting for you, all this prick wants tour cunt."
His prick was an enormous, pulsing hunk of fuck-flesh as it wavered just under her seeping cunt. She sank down on it, feeling it pushing solidly into her cuntal opening, widening it, rubbing her to more desire and sexual delirium. It probed farther and farther into the hot, humid cavity of her cunt. Then their groins met, their bellies stuck and they both fucked with joy.
She rose and fell, his cock driving her crazy. The shaft, now well lubricated again, pulled out and penetrated again, becoming a fleshy auger drilling her to ecstasy.
"Let me know when you're ready," he said.
"I'm ready right now," she replied, "but I don't wanna come yet. I want this one to last."
The slit was gaping, making his drives up into her cunt easier. Jessica strained her legs, rising as he went all the way in and, as their bodies smacked together, she flung herself harder against him.
Her orgasm was imminent. So was his.
"Come! Come, Jessica! Come with me! I can't hold it back much longer."
"No!" she shouted. "I want to fuck all night!"
"We can't."
"Yes! Yes, oh, do it, screw me, fuck me harder, oh, shit.. .dammit, I knew it.. .I am going to come!"
"Now?"
"I promised myself! I can't hold back! Oh, dammit!"
"Then come, Jesse. Don't tight it! Come!"
"Please don't move up and down so fast, please, darling! Rest a bit, please. I want to make it last longer. Please!" she begged.
"Are you flowing? Huh, tell me?" he demanded.
"Yes! I can feel it starting! Oh, shit it feels good, your cock, my cunt."
"Are you losing your mind, baby?"
"Yes! Yes! It's been lost."
Jessica's tits were rolling about in front of his face. It spurred his own passion. Myron leaned upward. His mouth went sliding over the tantalizing flesh. His tongue speared down the shadowy cleft dividing the sumptuous globes. There was perfume there, the perfume of lust, and perspiration and bits of his previous cum. He sucked it all up.
"Beautiful tits," he growled. "Beautiful!" He gripped the gigantic breasts and seemed to try and tear them from her body.
Jessica screamed.
He disregarded the scream. He squeezed and squeezed until she cried. Tears tickled from her eyes. The second that his hands left them, the once-mashed tits sprang right back into shape. Her body tossed about pliantly, almost seeming to be without bones. He could smell the heat of her come rising from her sopping hole.
Jessica came, in great searing waves.
Her tits heaved in cadence to her spasming, the opening and closing of her well-muscled thighs, the hammering of her ass, the arching of her back. As the last bit of her climax surged through her, she went into a final series of writhing exertions.
Myron shot with her, scalding the inner reaches of her pussy with his hot cum.
She lay back, her part of the fuck over. She let him knock himself out. He pumped out his jizz. His orgasm was a maddening thing and heat went along the quivering length of her cunt. She was battered to near unconsciousness before he quit. What a fucker he is, she thought.
Then, he rolled off her, falling to the floor.
"Oh Jesus, I think I'm dead," he said.
"Now you can go, Myron," she cooed. "You can go up on the ridge and get my fat husband. You can even tell him his wife has just been fucked. . . beautifully fucked!"
Chapter Five
Tiny and Cissy walked Lauren into the clearing. The glare and the heat from the fires, coupled with the thunderous rock music blaring from the transistor radios, unnerved the fat and frightened man.
"Hey gang," Tiny called out. "Look what I found up in the bushes pounding meat!"
"Sheeeit," Cissy said, "this old fucker was really gettin' off on all this naked pussy runnin' around."
"That right?" Leader said, coming into the light of the main fire. "Well now, he likes to see all us naked. Let's get his ass bare."
The music stopped with a crash of silence and the eyes of same twenty couples turned to the newcomer.
Laird's eyes swept the clearing. He saw a lot of male and female skin, long hair, beards, and leering faces. He guessed most of the girls to be in their late teens and the men in their early to mid-twenties.
"You'd better stop this," Laird said, his first words coming out in a- high-pitched voice. "I'm warning you.. ."
"You ain't warnin' anybody 'bout anything, fat man," Tiny said, ripping the older man's trousers and shorts down to his ankles.
"Hey, lookee there," Jakey cried, ripping the man's shirt open. "He got him a hard sausage there."
"Hey, fat man," Leader said, "that's naughty of you. You got yourself a hard watchin' our wimmen runnin' round here with their ass cheeks bobbin' and their tits bouncin'. Is that what you gone an done?"
"Please," Laird cried, his knees wobbling and his face flushed with shame. "Please don't do this."
"Hey, lookee here," said Momma Sheba, ripping apart the wallet." she had taken from his trousers. "This guy's a councilman for the county and the mayor of Saderville!"
"No shit," Cissy cried, reaching over and grabbing Laird's hard-on. "Let me take that off him, Leader. Sheeit, I ain't never fucked me a mayor before."
"Hey, how about that, Leader," Jakey chimed in, "let's let the momma handle him. If he's so hot for some of our pussy, let's see what he can do with it."
Leader stepped close to Laird. "How about that, Mr. Mayor? Think you can handle some of this pussy? Our mommas have got the hottest cunts around,"
"You'll be sorry for this," Laird said.
"Sheeit," Leader said, and buried his fist in the fat man's belly. "Go get him, mommas. Let's see what he's got."
Lauren Laird was conscious of total fright as the girls began unwinding their naked bodies from the men and strolled toward him. Their undulating bodies were hypnotic. But the men were real; he could see their muscles bulging.
Cissy's hand left his turgid rigidity, and he wished it would deflate. He tried to sink away from the surging crowd. The pain ached in his gut from Leader's blow, but his cock wouldn't deflate.
Several women grasped him and flipped him onto his back and spread-eagled him. He whimpered and kicked a bare foot at one of the girls' groins.
"That's naughty," said the girl, an amazonic brunette. "He tried to kick me, girls. Get him!"
"We'll get him," Cissy yelled. "Baby, we'll get you good."
There was no way out. He was virtually nailed to the ground by naked women. Cissy and Momma Sheba approached him from opposite ends.
Cissy grabbed him by the hair and savagely yanked his head up. She kneeled on her haunches in front of his face. "See that pussy, Mr. Mayor? There's five big loads of real man cum up that twat. Suck it-clean my cunt out real good with your tongue." Brutally she rammed her cunt against Laird's mouth.
"No! No!" he shouted, "I'll be sick."
"Shut up!" Cissy said. "Shut up and suck my messy cunt!" She turned his face back to her dripping pussy. Using steel-like fingers, she pried his jaws apart and maneuvered her jizz-infested cunt against his gaping mouth. "Suck?"
Lauren Laird sucked.
"Eat it!"
Lauren ate, sucking the cum and female love juices from her pussy and swallowing them. At the same time, hands were all over his body. He felt cool hands on his thighs and ass; cool fingers teased his balk. Then there were warm lips kissing his ass; a hot tongue snaked into his crack and flicked his clenched rectum; fingers were on his cock and balls. And warm lips kissed his chest; warm tongues lapped his swollen cock.
And then a shotgun blasted into the air about ten yards from the main fire, and Myron stepped into the light.
"All right, fun's over," Myron said, the firelight dancing off his badge and gunbelt. "Let him up."
The girls rolled away from Laird's trembling body. The fat man jumped to his feet and started pulling his clothes on.
"You bastard sons-a-bitches. You fuckin' dope head animals. You're gonna pay for this.. . you're gonna pay through your asses for this." Laird swore.
"Fuck you, fat man," Leader said, and turned to Myron. "He was sittin' up there spyin' on us. The old son-of-a-bitch was beating his meat watching our scene."
"You got two problems, hot rod," Myron said. "You were havin' your Utile orgy on his land, and he's the mayor,"
"But it was his fault! Shit, man, give us a break," Leader said.
"I'm the sheriff, friend. He's the man. You want to prefer charges, Mr. Laird?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do. Those two girls, and him," Laird said, pointing at Leader. "He assaulted me."
"Yeah, an' I'll do it again, you fat hay."
Leader managed one good swing, landing his fist directly in the middle of Laird's face, masking his nose.
Myron had been a little nervous himself or he could have headed off the blow before it landed. The young sheriff had never seen so much good-looking pussy. Bare tits and moist crotches were all around him as Leader lashed out and the Mayor landed on his ass.
"You pay for that, you fuckin' hood," Laird screamed.
"Fuck you," Leader countered.
He raised his foot, preparing to smash his heel into the fat man's already bloody face when the butt of Myron's shotgun caught him across the back of the head.
"All right" Myron said, "somebody put him in the back of the patrol car. You two cunts in with him. Move it!"
Lauren Laird mounted the stain on shaky feet. His nose had been set by the family doctor with a warning to keep his damn mouth shut. Myron and his deputy, Floyd Walker, had hustled the two girls and the stud motorcyclists into the town jail.
When Laird entered the bedroom, Jessica was working on a tray of scotch. She was at her vanity pouring cold cream on her face and doing things to her hair. She looked up when he entered.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your. . ."
"Shut up," Lauren said, crossing into the bath. She crossed to the door where he was disrobing for a shower. "Did you fuck one of the kids and her boyfriend got mad?"
"I said shut your fucking face."
"You fat bastard. Look at you, a fat slob trying all the time to swing with young cunt."
"You drunken cunt," he said, throwing his clothes on the floor. Jessica wasn't quite drunk, but she was far from sober. He wondered who she had fucked that night.
"Or did you drop by and fuck your little black whore tonight?" Jessica laughed loudly.
"Jessica, I'll take just so much of your shit and no more.
"You'll get worse than shit from me, you fat pig. What does she see in you? What do you do, strap on a dildo when you bang her? I been able to take what is dangling between your legs all these years and I don't feel any special thrills."
"Bitch!" Lauren smacked her, lightly, with his left hand catching her on the cheek, but the follow-up right carried strength and was well thrown.
Jessica spat scotch into her husband's face and threw her glass at him. He ducked, but not fast enough. The glass sliced him above the eye, adding to the injuries he'd already undergone.
"You whore," Laird shouted.
"You bastard," she retorted.
He leaped up, smacked his wife, and she went careening against the vanity table. Perfume bottles and jars of cosmetics tumbled to the floor.
Her robe slipped open. She was nude beneath. He remembered the young girls earlier that evening on the hill as he watched his own beautiful wife pull herself to her feet. His eyes riveted on her heaving, angry tits.
She saw him staring at her, suddenly drooling over her body. She also noticed that his cock was starting to stiffen. "Are you horny, Lauren? You look it." As she spoke, she undid her black hair, letting it flow about her shoulders.
He watched her animal movements.
He hated her, but he had to admit she was a beautiful woman. Her hair now went past her shapely shoulders, nearly falling to her wide, sculptured hips. She rose to her Nil height, nearly three inches taller than her husband. Her carriage was splendid, her walk exciting, and her body truly regal.
"Look, Lauren," she hissed. "Look, but don't touch, you prick bastard." She slithered out of the gown and let it fall to the floor.
Her tits bubbled from her chest, spilling into the narrow path of his eyes. Laird drew in his breath at the sight and clutched the side of a chair. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't. The bitch. He was charged up, jolted into stiffness.
Her tits were heavy, rose-tipped melons, her ass broad, jutting in invitation. His mouth became cotton as Jessica paraded up and down, twisting back and forth, showing off her body.
"No matter where you look, you bastard, you'll never find anything as good as this."
She stood before him, a smile hovering about her full lips. Erect and straining, the immense breasts rose. His flesh broke out and he quivered as the hurting sensation raced through him. His loins tingled, his cock hardened.
"God!" was all he could say.
He could almost feel her tits, knowing the nipples under his touch would become rubbery and large. He wrapped his hand around his stiff cock and took a step toward her.
"You're going to take this, and now!"
"Oh, yeah?"
Jessica snatched up an empty perfume bottle and threw it accurately. It landed on Laird's temple, breaking the skin. He tottered, shook his head, recovered and sent a brutal blow her way.
Jessica couldn't duck fast enough. The fist landed beneath her bobbing tits on the belly button. She blacked out as she fell.
She regained consciousness just as he was about to sink his cock into her cunt. He used his superior strength to part her legs and his prick was poised, jutting from a thick forest of tangled hair. She closed her eyes as he went into her, without any preliminaries, sending his cock home. It was like sandpaper scraping her tender flesh and brought her out of the daze.
His hands worked under her and his ass began to rise and fall, chafing her insides. He probed like an animal, digging into her, hammering.
He was unable to excite her; she was too hurt, too angry to react and his savage thrusts widened her, stretching the sides, bruising her cuntlips. There was no point in struggling, she realized. Give the rat what he wants and he will finish.
Laird finally slumped, caught his breath and tugged his worn object out, his limp prick trailing juice all the way down her leg. "You were no help."
"Get out of here, you unwashed pig."
"It's still my house."
"Get yourself a mistress, some woman stupid enough to put out for you, but leave me alone. Either you move into the other bedroom, or I will."
"You keep your fuckin' mouth to yourself, or you can get out altogether."
"Like Caroline? Like she got out altogether, you pig?"
"Shut up," he said.
"And if I don't? What will you do, Lauren, rape me again? Rape me like you raped Caroline?"
"Shut the fuck up," he said, stomping from the room and down the stairs. Still naked, he went into the bar and poured himself a whiskey. He downed it in one jolt and poured another.
"Caroline," he muttered, "Caroline... dammit."
Jessica's daughter was fifteen when they had married, but she looked twenty. In the two years that followed their marriage, Lauren had watched her mature even more, into a sexy, golden-haired little goddess. Even though she had taken to calling him "Daddy", he couldn't keep the thought out of his head that he wasn't her real father.
By the time Caroline was seventeen, Lauren and Jessica's marriage had cooled to the point of a once-a-month quickie on afternoons when he wasn't working and she wasn't cocktaillng or at one of her several charities.
One night he came home to find Jessica gone off to a party without him, and Caroline smoking pot with two of her girl friends by the pool. He raised hell with all of them, told the girls to go on home and shoved Caroline off to her room.
She went, but as he was undressing in his bedroom, he heard her again by the pool. He looked out.
Caroline stood on the driving board in a skimpy bikini. She sailed into the water, breaking its surface with a perfect dive. Seconds later her head appeared on the surface and she swam to the rope ladder with powerful strokes. She crawled up, hoisting herself from the pool and stood on the multi-colored tiles, shaking the water from her magnificent body.
The girl was built as well, or better, than her beautiful mother. Watching her, Laird felt the tingle in his groin he always felt when he looked at fleshy, young women.
She ran her fingers through the tangled, wet hair and smiled, her lips very full and soft-looking, and something akin to lust glowing in her strange colored eyes. Her body was long, full-fleshed, her tanned thighs quivered and her breasts bound by the skimpy bikini top bounced.
A shiver possessed her wet body and her ass, two solidly-hewn cheeks; trembled. He looked at the massive buttocks, the bikini sinking into the division, and then he looked elsewhere, checking the size of the kidney-shaped, swimming pool, taking his mind off what his cock was telling him, Angry at himself and Jessica all at the same time, he moved into the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. Then he toweled off. His mind kept floating back to Caroline by the pool.
His cock was like a rock.
He looked in the mirror. He didn't look bad. The fat around his middle would came later and his cock could still get hard with the best of them.
He was short, but well-built, and he still had all his hair; which most of the men in town his age couldn't say.
He opened the bathroom door where Caroline had gone to shower. He didn't see her rummaging through her mother's bureau. She had discarded her bikini and was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties.
The steam puffed out, rising toward the ceiling as he stepped into the room. Seconds before, Lauren had been obscured, hidden by the thick vapor. Now, as it evaporated, they were revealed to each other; his cock was erect, the huge head throbbing, and her tits were high, the nipples hard and straining from the dark, silver dollar-sized areola.
"Daddy! Jesus!"
They both tried to speak, but they were speechless.
Caroline wished that she could mumble something, make some remark that would relieve the tension, but her eyes were riveted on her stepfather's cock. It was the first time she had seen a grown man completely nude, especially with an erection. It was a wild discovery compared to the bays she had swam naked with.
Caroline had never imagined her mother fucking this man. Even when she had heard the wild sounds coming from their bedroom at night, she had never visualized it. He was handsome in his younger days. She knew that because of the pictures around the house; but she had never considered him as anything other than another man.
Now, looking directly at his huge erection, he seemed more like a lover than the frustrated boys who constantly pawed her, but seemed too afraid to go much further.
For his part, Laird was all too aware of this young girl's beauty and what could be done with it. She was young, but she was a sexy creature who moved in a rhythmic, enticing way..
In the semi-dark room) her tits were quite lull, rich with fleshy firmness. He looked down at. the pulpy curve of her cunt and then back up at the deep valley between the two pink peaks of her tits.
"I was looking for one of mother's bras. . ." she stammered.
"Oh, shit, Caroline-I-"
Jessica had forgotten an invitation list on the top of her dresser. She had returned for it and was at the top of the stairs when she heard her husband's strangled cry.
She ran into the bedroom and snapped on the light. Her eyes quickly took in her husband's contorted face, her daughter's huge, naked breasts, and Laird's ready cock.
"You son-of-a-bitch! She's my daughter!"
"Wait a minute," he said. "It was an accident."
"And what the hell are you doing in here-like that?" Jessica cried, shaking Caroline.
"I tell you.. ." bird said, moving toward them.
"Shut your face and put some goddamn clothes on!"
Jessica hustled her daughter out of the room and Laird sunk to the bed, shaking his head. When his wife returned, he was still there and his cock was still shooting straight up from his crotch.
"Didn't I tell you to cover that thing up?"
"Yeah," he said, rising and heading toward the bathroom. "I will, right after I get it off."
"Not with me you won't, not any more."
"That's okay by me."
It happened two weeks later, under almost the same circumstances. Laird was already a little drunk when he got home.
"Is your mother here?"
"No," Caroline answered. "She had to go down to the stables."
"Shit," he said, as if Caroline weren't then. "Fix me some coffee and pack a bag for me. I've got to go to San Francisco tonight."
He half-filled a mug with whiskey and topped it off with coffee. He drew a tub and soaked while Caroline packed a bag and set out a fresh shirt and suit. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom but the whiskey he had already consumed was fogging his brain too much for him to determine if she was carrying out his orders or not.
Laird rested the empty mug on the edge of the tub and looked at his watch. Plenty of time, he figured, to catch the plane. And if he missed it then he would drive and stop off at Clarissa's whore house on the way.
The soapy water flowed about his neck and he leaned back, bringing his knees up. His cock floated to the surface and gently, he soaped it down. His gentle lathering produced a stiffness, and a picture of Caroline, naked and alluring, drifted into his head.
"Everything is all set and you should be getting out of there," Caroline called through the door.
"Let me rinse off."
He showered cold and left the bathroom, still thinking of Caroline's body.
Not wanting a repeat performance of the last time, however, he pulled his robe on before leaving the bathroom. The shades were drawn and Caroline stood next to the bed, naked.
"What the hell?"
"Just a little something to send you on your way, Daddy dear."
"Caroline-"
"I've thought about this since the last time it happened. I've been wanting to do it with someone far the last three years. I've decided it might as well be you as some fumbling boy."
"You're crazy."
"I don't think your body is objecting very much," she said, nodding to the front of his robe, where his cock was making like a tent pole.
It was true; his cock was still soaring, poked at her. But even if his senses were aroused, and the balled head of erection rose almost to the level of his navel, his mind was on other matters, like fear.
She ran across the room, ass bouncing, and leaped into the bed. Laughing, she settled down, acting more like a schoolgirl on a silly adventure than a virgin giving up what was considered to be a prized thing.
It was a trick. If he fucked her she would scream like hell and his hide would be nailed to the wall. But he kept looking at the curve of her hips, the dimpled belly, the round, high-set tits. A tall, slender, extremely well-curved girl. His cock was too erect, quivering, the tip swollen. Whit in hell should he do?
Caroline eased herself up, giving more roundness to her body, emphasizing the length of her legs, the muscles in her slim thighs. Something wild shone in her eyes. Digging her heels into the bed, she strained the rounded calves and thigh muscles and bucked up, revealing a gaping cunt. The nipples of her luscious tits were elongated, her shapely mouth parted.
With a sigh, she fell back. As her thighs parted, his palm rubbed along the mound, flattening the dark, rough hairs, pressing down the soft lips. Her ass went off the sheet, rotating, and her thighs tensed.
"DO you know what the hell you're doing?" he said, his voice already husky with lust.
"No, not really," she said, her eyes still closed, "and I'm a little afraid, but I wanna do it, anyway.
Her face had become animated. He kissed her upturned breasts, knowing that he was lost to this child. Caroline's long-fingered, delicate hand closed hotly around his rigid prick. She stroked it lovingly, as if it were an old friend..
"Mmm," she moaned, "feels good.., feels big and hard."
"Crazy. This is crazy," he groaned.
The warmth of her hand made the blood pound in his prick. The reasoning, thinking part of his brain took a trip as the musky odor of her virgin pussy rose to fill his nostrils. He bent his head and took the end of one delicious tit into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with his tongue.
Her grip on his cock tightened and her slick, white thighs closed over his hand. Her lips sucked hotly on the back of his neck, driving his lips harder over her tit. With a flick, she threw her long, coarse hair over his shoulders, making them twitch.
"That feels good," she said, "your hand there, on my pussy, while I hold your cock in mine. I almost got fucked like this one night by a boy in school, but he came all over my belly before he put it in me."
He moved his body between her legs, fingering her seething slit at the same time. His head was mad with lust and desire. He had forgotten by now who she was and what she was-a virgin.
She whined a protest and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing up, as he placed his cock against the rubbery folds of her pussy and stabbed down.
"Get set," he growled. "Set your legs, relax your cunt, and spread 'em."
"All-all right," she whined.
"You're gettin' it, honey. . . now!"
"Ohhh. . . Jesus, you're tearing me in half! Oh, my God! My belly! Stop . . . please stop, it burns like holy hell!"
He had lunged forward and in one stroke, unerring but powerful, plundered her. Blood spurted up, flecking their bodies and the bed sheets, but the girl bravely threw herself up, sheathing the unbending length of cock. As for Laird, he was steady in a rhythm, pistoning his prick in and out, giving the girl no time to become used to the invasion.
"Can't...help it...sweetheart...I know that it hurts."
He thrust his cock in and out of the slowly-opening chum, mashing her further into the bed, impaling her with abandon. She surged up vigorously, slamming up at him with her twisting ass. Her breath flowed out hotly and her pulse pounded.
They were animals battling. He grasped the back of her hard, silken thighs, hauling her up. She covered his mouth with hem, kissing him, sucking and biting his tongue.
"I had it, I had it! My first orgasm!" As the words left her twisted mouth she felt the first spurts of wet, white heat.
Laird gouged again and again at her ruptured slit as he poured his white jizz in to her body. He jammed his full length in her, held, and rubbed his cock against her clit as the last of his white liquid flooded her heaving cunt.
She sprawled back, arms out-flung, her legs, like a doll's, fluttering away from his body. Her lower lips kept pulsing and contracting around his cock.
He lifted himself from her body, his cock making a wet, slurping sound as it popped from her tight cunt. He looked down. His jizz mixed with the blood and love juices and flowed in a stream from her shattered vaginal entrance.
"Jesus, honey," he groaned. "You're mined."
"Who the fuck cares," she replied. "I don't. Let's do it some more. I blew a boy one night. Let me blow you hard and you can put it back in me."
Laird couldn't believe his cars, but he wasn't about to question his good fortune. He ran into the bath, washed himself clean, and was back in the bed in seconds. He got on his knees above her beautiful face and dangled his cock over her lips.
She had just taken his limp cock into her mouth when Jessica walked into the bedroom.
Caroline was sent away. Because of the scandal, Jessica said. It was dear she totally blamed him for the whole affair. After a while he didn't care and neither did she. Caroline ran away from the school where they had sent her.
She started demanding money to stay away. Both he and Jessica sent it to her, care of General Delivery, wherever she happened to be. They couldn't afford a scandal, or a divorce, or having Caroline around any more. Between them, they now owned most of the town and they wanted to keep it that way.
The telephone rang. He looked up. He must have been standing there for hours. Dawn was streaming through the windows.
He erased to the phone and picked it up. "Mr. Mayor? This is Myron. You better get down here. I think we got real trouble."
Chapter Six
Orin was still snoring loudly when Myron dumped Leader in the cell beside him. The cell that he had used, barely two hours before, to fuck the hell out of Jessica Laird.
After laying the gang leader on the cot he turned to the two girls. "I'm afraid you'll have to share the cell with him, unless you want me to put him in with Orin."
"Crummy goddam place," said Cissy. "Don't even have no women's detention."
"Sorry, but Orin goes crazy the first ten or fifteen minutes fight after he wakes up. He might be just an old drunk but he's strong as a bull. He'd tear your boy friend there apart."
The two girls merely shrugged as Myron locked the cell behind him and walked into the front office. Myron's deputy, Walker, was slouched at the desk. When the sheriff entered, he lifted his head. "You think, that's a good idea? Arresting those three?"
"Why not?" Myron said.
"Well," Walker replied, "you know there's only the two of us. An' there's twenty-some in that gang. If they should get it into their heads to come into town and get those three, how the hell we gonna stop 'em?"
"In the morning I'll take 'em over to Thompsonville and have 'em arraigned over there. That way the highway patrol can help if there's any trouble. Meanwhile, it's damn near morning," Myron said, stretching and yawning. "I'm gonna crap out for a couple of hours." He moved toward the thin cot in the corner of the room.
But Walker pushed his point. "But wouldn't it be better to just turn their tails loose and get 'em outta the county?"
"Can't," Myron replied, pulling his hat over his eyes. Laird wants to tress charges, an' he's the man."
Walker shrugged, but the look on his face was one of worry, tinged with fear. He'd seen how crazy these gangs could be. And this was a little town all by itself, far off the beaten track. He lifted a shotgun from the wall rack, pumped a cartridge into the chamber, and laid it across his lap. Then he pulled his hat over his eyes and leaned far back in his chair.
In the back of the jail, Leader had awakened. He rubbed his head as his vision cleared. He saw the two girls and then his eyes focused on the bars. "Oh, no
"Oh, yes," said Momma Sheba. "We're in the call"
"That stupid, fuckin' hick sheriff," he said. "When we get outta here, I'll beat the piss outta that dumb fuck."
"IF we get outta here," Cissy moaned. "That square we fucked over is the Mayor, the man himself. Jesus, don't they got no air-conditioning in this joint?"
Perspiration was pouring off all three of their bodies. Cissy stood and pulled her light sweater over her head. She then rolled it into a ball and used it to wipe the perspiration from her upper torso. Her huge tits juggled like fleshy melons as she bounced them dry with her hands.
"We'll get out," Leader said. "Don't worry about that. Jakey ain't gonna leave us in here for long."
"What the hell are you doin'?" Sheba asked Cissy.
"Gettin' naked, what the hell does it look like I'm doin'?" She had completely stripped and pulled herself up above the sink and lowered her ass into the bowl. "An' I'm gonna cool off while I clean up. Jesus, I got cum all over me."
Rusty had watched the girls work Lauren Laird over from a distance. When the sheriff had broken it up she had been disappointed, but when he hauled Leader and the two girls off to the slammer, Rusty was elated all over again.
She knew what a stupid move it was. Jakey and Tiny had already made their plans. In the morning the whale gang would ride into town and demand their release or else. Rusty, knew Laird was too stubborn to release them, so it would be the "or else".
Then Jessica and Lauren both would see how wrong they were to shut off little Caroline's money. She even wished she had the materials with her to change her hair back to its natural, golden blonde, color-so they would instantly recognize her.
On the other side of the clearing, Jakey lay nude on top of his bedroll. He had taken a dip in the river to sober up and get straight for the morning. It had been a mistake. He was wide awake and couldn't sleep.
He needed Momma Sheba, but she was down in the valley, in the can. Around him he could see a few couples making it. That made him even more horny. He fisted his cock and it leapt to an immediate erection in his hand. His eyes pierced the darkness around the outer limits of the clearing. The girls who weren't making it were already asleep. He could wake one of them, but she'd be half dead and a bum fuck. Besides, none of them were as good as his Momma Sheba, except Rusty, and Leader let her play a one-man game, the bastard.
Then, if his throbbing cock were telling him something, he remembered that Leader wan there. All that redhead's sweet pussy was laying over there all by itself.
Jakey didn't even stop to think of the consequences. He'd wanted some of that pussy in private for a long time. As far as he knew, no one but Leader had cut her. All the other girls had pulled the long train and fucked everybody, man or woman, when they were initiated into the outlaws. All of them except Rusty.
In Jakey's eyes, that meant Rusty wasn't really a Mamma Well, he thought, with a wide grin on his face, I think tonight's a good night to make a Momma out of her.
He slipped back into the trees and ran in a long arc around the clearing until he was only about ten yards from Leader's and Rusty's private fire. It had almost gone out; only red, glowing coals remained. They were the same color as the mane of hair that protruded from one end of the sleeping bag. As he crept closer, he realized that she was just on top of the bag, with a blanket pulled over her.
Rusty had turned in with her body still hot. Leader and she had been in the middle of a delicious fuck when Tiny had dragged her stepfather into the clearing. Now, as she lay under the blanket, there was still a terrible itching between her legs.
She knew the feeling. It was always like that just before she came, but now she wasn't going to come. The fires would slowly die. But there was still the scratching.
Since Cissy was gone, she had even thought of crawling through the naked bodies until she found Tiny. She enjoyed fucking Leader, but she had often watched Tiny fucking Cissy or one of the other girls, and wished that the cunt taking that huge hunk of meat was her own. Tiny was the only man in the gang besides Leader that she really wanted to fuck.
The sheer stamina of the giant, plus the length and width of his gigantic cock, had really begun to intrigue Rusty. She was about to roll from beneath the blanket when she heard a noise close to her. She could hear heavy breathing and the thought struck her that maybe Tiny had had the same idea.
He did, along with Jakey. They nearly bumped into each other in the dark as Jakey started crawling toward Rusty's place by the fire.
"What you doin' here?" Jakey hissed.
"The same fuckin' thing you are," Tiny whispered. "Judging from the hard-on you got between your fuckin' legs and the one I got in my britches, it looks like we both need a little poon-tang."
"God dammit, Tiny, she might not let us both fuck her."
"Well, what the hell we gonna do, flip for it?" Tiny smiled, caressing the huge hunk of cock meat that ran, hard, down his thigh.
Jakey thought. He wanted the Leader's redhead more than he wanted any other cunt in the world. He didn't want to lose her on a coin toss. He might never get a chance like this again.
"What the hell," he finally declared, "she's a Momma, ain't she? Then she oughta be glad to fuck us both. C'mon."
Rusty heard every word they said. With the blanket tucked under her chin, she pretended to be asleep, her eyes narrowed into slits so that she could peer from under the lashes. She watched as they crawled closer and closet to her.
Shit, she thought, her mind racing. She wanted Tiny to reach her first, so she could whisper to him to get rid of Jakey, and she would fuck his brains out. She didn't like Jakey; he repulsed her, even if Momma Sheba claimed he had the most educated cock in the gang.
She devised a plan. Maybe, if she pretended to be asleep, they would go away. Then she would go find Tiny and take him down to the river bank.
Then they were both by her side, their eyes wide.
"Guess we're all set," Tiny whispered.
"What the fuck we so quiet about," Jakey suddenly said, anger in his voice. "Nobody's gonna bother us, an' she's a Momma, ain't she? Hell, fuckin' her is all right!"
Tiny smiled. "Yeah. . shit, if they put Cissy in with Leader in that hick jail, I bet he's fuckin' the piss out of her right now."
"Yeah, and Sheba, too," Jakey agreed. "No need to let this broad go on with her beauty sleep. Let's roll her ass out."
"Wait a minute," Tiny said. "I got an idea."
While Rusty watched, pretending to be asleep, Tiny knelt over her and began to tug at the blanket. She could see the heavy length of cock bulging in his pants and her pussy twitched for it.
But she could also see Jakey's dirty face only inches from her head. She could see the dark stubble of hair on his chin, see the blackhead on his cheekbone and smell the acrid staleness of his shirt. Hardly the lover she had waited for, even if he did have a nice-sized hard already in its advanced stages and dripping clear fluid just a few inches from her lips. She still preferred Tiny.
Tiny was still working on the blanket. He pulled gently until her fingers were loosened and the blanket inched away from her face.
"Hey, good idea, man! Real good idea," Jakey breathed. "Let's not disturb the little lady until we have to. She might fuss a bit."
Rusty continued to control her breathing, working to suck air into her lungs in long, slow breaths, as though in deep and exhausted sleep. Her loins were hot and moist, and the presence of the two night visitors did nothing to help her relax and cool her body.
She twitched and heard one of them inhale, but then she resumed her deep breathing. Jakey touched his partner on the shoulder and whispered, "Keep going. Don't quit now."
Tiny continued to pull the blanket until her throat was bared. She felt the cool air creeping down her skin as the blanket slipped away. Then her shoulders were bare and finally the rough material was sliding over her breasts. Even the slight irritation of the blanket passing across her bra aroused her nipples, making them perfectly erect. They had always been that way. She could become excited as a child simply by dancing with her breasts against a boy's chest. Her nipples had always betrayed her when she'd wanted to keep cool.
The blanket went to her waist and there was a pause and then a low whistle. "Look at that." She watched Jakey's eyes widen. "What a pair of lungs."
"Yeah, even in a bra they look like something from a French peep show."
The blanket moved on and it was dragging across her ribs. She moved her belly up and down slowly, in concert with her breasts.
The rough wool was down to her hips and then going over her loins. She felt it being lifted from her knees and then it was tossed away. She stirred and half-rolled to her side before letting her weight roll her to bet Wok once again.
"Jesus, did you see them knockers move inside that sling? Man, I gotta see the big picture-all of it."
She was able to look down toward her feet. The twin peaks of her breasts pointed straight up in the antiseptic white cups of her bra. Still, they looked sexy, even to her. Below, she could see her ribs and the rise and fall of her belly. Slowly she lifted a knee, as though still squirming in sleep, and looked along the length of her thigh.
They got the skirt off and tossed it aside. Then they performed an engineering feat on Rusty's shoulders, easing her up so they could loosen her bra clasp at the rear and ease the straps down over her arms. They took the bra away and gasped at her breasts.
"Christ, nipples like frosting on a cake. Just as sweet, too, I'll bet."
"Look at her pants, right over the pussy."
Their faces came close. "Goddamn, wet! You suppose she's dreaming this is happening and we're getting her all worked up? Wouldn't that be a gas if she had a wet dream?"
They began to roll Rusty's panties down, working the nylon over her hips. Her belly button gave them a moment's pause as they gazed into its heaving depths.
The panties were removed, sliding down her thighs with an irritating tickle. She felt each foot being lifted to ease the passage of her last garment. Then they both stood over her.
"Hey, Tiny, ain't that somethin'?"
"Sure, Jakey. Ready to take a ride?"
"How will we start?"
"How the fuck do you suppose?" Tiny replied. Just then Rusty opened her eyes. "Hey, she's awake."
"Get the fuck out of here," Rusty said. "You've had your kicks, now split."
"No way, baby," Jakey rasped. "I been waitin' a long time for this piece of your pussy. You might as well roll over and cooperate, 'cause we ain't leavin' 'til we get what we came for. Right, Tiny?" "A--" Tiny seemed reluctant.
Rusty's eyes met his. She couldn't read anything in them, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. But before she could move, Jakey's hand came down with a resounding thump on her ass.
"Look at that quiver. Like a thick chunk of rubber. Bet she's like that all over."
They grasped her shoulder and pulled her around to her back. At once Jakey lunged at her breasts, sinking his fingers in deeply. Rusty fought him off and then she managed to sit up, her arms whirling before her as she swung hard at them.
"Hey, see the spitfire fight back!" Jakey shouted.
They fell back as Rusty got up. She took a step toward them and they jumped on her like jackals. Each lunged for an arm and before she could land a solid blow they held her at elbows and wrists.
She squirmed, twisted her body and kicked out. Her heel caught Jakey in the groin and he let go, bending over in pain. Tiny held on and caught her free arm, finally trapping her hands behind her.
Jakey lunged at her and buried his doubled fist in her belly. Rusty bent over, grabbing her stomach. Jakey's knee came up and met her face. She cried out and fell on the ground, puking.
"Jesus, Jakey," Tiny said, "you shouldn't 'a done that. Damn, you're gonna fuck her all up."
"Pigs on this proud bitch," Jakey hissed, his eye maniacal. "I been wantin' her for a long time. She thinks her cunt's gold. Well, I wanta see if it is." "Yes... but, Jakey look at her."
"You a chicken shit? All I see is tits an' pussy. I'm gonna fuck her or kill her, and if Leader don't like it, I'll kill him too."
Tiny had never seen Jakey so crazy before. And, in spite of his great strength, he felt small beside the smaller man's crazed determination.
Jakey dropped beside her. He started pawing her huge tits, fondling them as he dig his thumbs into her nipples.
She cried out at the pain. Suddenly, feeling his ugly body over her and looking up into his contorted face, she realized what it meant to be a cycle momma, what it was like to be a slave to some slob who wasn't worth her spit. Until now, she hadn't been a part of it. She had been above it, never allowing herself to be degraded like the other girls.
And now that she realized what she had become, she didn't want it any longer.
The gang lieutenant was pulling at her knees, trying to force them apart. She clamped them together and held them that way until he began to beat her in the stomach.
"Spread them, you big bitch. Spread your fucking cunt or I'll rip it out!" Jakey demanded.
Rusty's strength was going fast. Finally, with a gasp of despair, she allowed him to pry her thighs open. He shot his hands inside, snaking them up the insides of her thighs and then plunging into her blonde nest.
He was pinching her lips, his fingers twisting her most precious flesh painfully. He was down on her breasts now, taking Lust one nipple and then the other between his lips. He bit hard and she was certain he was tasting her blood.
"God, leave me alone!" she screamed.
"Not on your life, baby," he snapped, ramming a fist against her loins.
She could feel her body respond. It had to. No woman could have her body worked over in such intimate fashion and not allow her juices to begin flowing. She wanted to turn them off, but it wasn't possible. His hands were probing everywhere; in her face, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, under her arms. There was no place they didn't violate. She was still struggling, even as her body heat rose. She would fight them until her strength gave out completely, and that time wasn't far off.
Over Jakey's shoulder, she could see Tiny's face twisted in indecision. He was biting his lip, looking from his own partially exposed crotch to her beautiful naked body. She tried to meet his eyes with hers.
Silently, Rusty tried to talk to him with just the movement of her lips. She tried to tell him that she was more than willing to fuck him if he would just get rid of Jakey.
He wouldn't look at her.
And then Jakey's cock was at her cunt, throbbing and pounding, seeking an entrance. He prodded her cunt with his cock and his fingers, but her muscles were strong. She wouldn't let him in.
"Let me in, you cunt," Jakey shrieked. "Let my cock in or I'll kill your ass."
Jakey wrapped his fingers around her throat and started to squeeze. She looked up into his wild, crazy eyes and knew he meant it. What the hell, she thought. She relaxed her muscles and his cock slid clear to the hilt inside her.
She had been damp, but not wet. His ramming prick hurt her. She matched his lunges, letting her cunt take over her body, hoping it would get wet soon and the pain would lessen.
And then she heard a tremendous roar. She opened her eyes in time to see Tiny's huge, ham-like hand land with a thud on the back of Jakey's neck. The lieutenant's body rolled off hers and sagged to the ground. His head tilted at a crazy angle on his shoulders.
"The son-of-a-bitch is crazy," he said. "I'm sorry, Rusty."
She didn't answer him. He had Obviously made his decision. His pants were off and his shirt was yanked open. He stood in his stocking feet, his gigantic prick a full foot in front of his hairy black groin. Jakey's prick had done its job. Her pussy was burning and soaking wet. His cock was longer and thicker than she had ever seen it. Suddenly, she wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted Leader's.
Tiny stepped over her naked form and crouched beside Jakey's inert body. "Oh my God. Oh, shit!" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Rusty said, her mouth watering as she watched his long prick bob.
"He's dead," Tiny said. "Jeez, I didn't mean to kill the son-of-a-bitch."
"Are you sure?" Rusty said, a calm composure in her voice.
"Yeah. I broke his fuckin' neck. What do we do?"
"We bury the bastard," Rusty said, "but not right now."
"Huh?"
"Right now I want you to fuck me. C'mere."
Her eyes gleamed like her body. Tiny's lusty instincts came to the surface. He thought for a- brief second of Jakey's lifeless body. She spread her legs. He gasped as he saw her pink, wet cunt. Jesus, she's beautiful, he thought. He wanted her, so why not take her right now.
She felt the same way. The fact that Tiny had just killed someone excited her. It turned her on more than anything had in her whole life.
She breathed deeply, making her full tits rise toward him. Her full, ripe body moved restlessly and her muscles rippled through the rich swells of her breasts.
He moved close to her, blocking out the moonlight with his huge body. His enormous prick, fully erect, danced before her eyes, the round, heavily-ridged knob flaring deeply red.
It was a magnificent shaft, she thought, fat as the devil at the root and that roundness not at all diminishing at the tip.
Leader, she smiled, take a back seat, for I have found myself a man with a much bigger cock. Absently, her fingers fondled her fur-covered cuntlips. His fingers replaced hers, as he stood beside her, his scent musky and as intoxicating as that of a healthy animal.
"Come to me," she whispered.
Tiny planted a trail of kisses along her tensed thighs, her belly, her aching ribs, her armpits, awakening the nerve ends, expertly heightening her pleasure, preparing for the moment when he would drive his shaft through her open cuntlips.
Her hands stroked his erection. She knew its size, but the hardness caused her to gasp. It was large, rigid, yet malleable. Cushioned on her warm stomach, Tiny gathered his breath, reared up and plunged down, deep down.
The joining was smooth. Rusty's long, lush body bucked under his like mad and it made his prick harden even more.
He ground her tits in his huge hands. "You like 'em, Tiny? You like my tits?"
"I love 'em, baby," he growled.
His cock was huge, like a powerhouse of passion as it skewered her cunt.
While his ass rose and fell, she tossed herself about, thrilled by the friction. When he rode her faster, she convulsed. He pressed his face against her breasts, gripping her twisting ass and stabbing like a murderer.
Rusty shivered and pumped up harder, rolling her hips in a circular motion to ring the cock that was so rock-hard. Her womb tightened. She felt the hot squirts of his cum and she rose up, carrying him with her.
"Again . . ." she said. "I want it again, right away. Don't stop!"
He smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming faster and longer and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight, but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off a wondrous odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm and squeezing with the full force of his hands. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his cock. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his Icing staff.
"I love it," she screamed into his ear. "I love that cock ramming home. Don't stop.. . go, GO!"
He worked one hand further under her bouncing ass and managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her cunt, thereby increasing the pressure on her tiny clit.
"I love it too, honey," he moaned. "My cock is loving your pussy."
Her hips pumped even faster, matching the pace and rhythm of his. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen prick. He spread his legs so he could drive her down even harder.
Rusty's legs were now draped around his back, her heels digging into his hard, lean buttocks. The sounds that filled the night were animal. Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. Tiny could feel it coming. Starting at the base of his spine, building, and rising toward his lengthy cock.
"Oh, fill me up, full, fill me up," she screamed, her body suddenly a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
He was there.
She was there.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Rusty's cunt pulsated and throbbed. He could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her own hot juices over his spurting cock. Her cunt was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured stream after stream of white, hot liquid into her.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. Again and again they came, spasm after spasm rocking their bodies.
At last Rusty's legs collapsed as Tiny slumped onto her heaving body, his head buried between her breasts. His cock still throbbed in her young, wet cunt. He pulled it out slowly, moved upward until he could feel her soft belly against his cock, and began to lazily rub their mixture of juices together as their bodies relaxed.
And then she slid, smoothly and quickly, from beneath his body. Her manner changed, as did the tone of her voice.
"All right, let's go," she said, pulling on her clothes.
"Where?"
"Into that hick town. You bury that bastard. I'll ride his bike. No matter who asks, we tell 'em the asshole spilt during the night. Nobody will really give a shit. Hurry up, damn it. I'll get everybody else up."
Tiny moved. He didn't realize it, but a momma had just taken command of The Devils.
Chapter Seven
Bath Mamma Sheba and Leader had taken Cissy's lead as a solution to beating the heat and had removed all their clothes. When Cissy finished washing, she had crossed to the cot where Sheba sat, and lay down beside her.
"Shit," Cissy said, "here we sit while all those bastards are up on the hill screwing and smoking up a storm."
"Yeah," sighed Sheba, "I could use Jakey's thick cock in me right now. I like to go to sleep with it still in my cunt after he's come a couple of times."
"Yeah," Cissy said, dreamily, lying back on the cot and gazing up at the ceiling while massaging her tits. "You s'pose them's something wrong with me, Leader?"
"Why?" he said, from the other cot. He, too, was on his back, smoking.
'Cause I like it all the time. I mean all the time, morning, noon, and night."
Leader laughed. "Tiny's a lucky man, that's all." His grin faded when he thought of his own momma, Rusty, and how he got it only when she felt like it. Maybe he'd be better off with a cunt like Cissy.
"I won't be able to sleep tonight," Sheba said. "My skin's crawling. It's like somebody built a fire in me and now they won't put it out."
"Is the fire in there?" Cissy said, placing her hand flat on Sheba's belly.
"No, baby," Sheba said, pushing the girl's hand down over her cunt and squeezing her hot thighs over it. "It's in there, baby . . . way up inside there."
On the other cot, Leader knew what Sheba wanted. She needed a good lay. But the way she had spoken, directing her comments to Cissy, made him wonder who she wanted it with, him or Cissy.
Sheba clarified the situation as Leader rolled to his side to face them.
Sheba wasn't a Lesbian. She preferred men far more than women, but she did find certain females appealing, and Cissy, because of her tremendous appetite for sex, happened to be one of them..
She rose and walked naked around the cell, her gigantic tits jiggling, and her round, ripe ass pistoning provocatively up and down.
"You feel like a little, Leader?" she said, squeezing her huge tits together.
"Maybe," he replied, knowing full well that with his throbbing headache, his cock would have to have a lot of impetus before it would rise to the occasion. He had a suspicion that Sheba was already planning that impetus.
"I haven't had a chick for two, three weeks," Sheba said, looking down at Cissy's provocative body. "And I've never had you, Cissy. I'll bet Leader won't mind if I have a little fun with you before he gets his tool ready. Right, Leader?"
Sheba's mouth was already drooling as her eyes fastened on Cissy's pussy. Leader smiled. Kinky, he thought, getting laid in a jail cell. And Sheba was really hot for Cissy's cunt. He'd seen her lap a pussy or two before, but it was always in the middle of a pile while everyone was in the throes of an orgy. Seeing her take Cissy one on one would be a kick.
"Suits me," Leader said, letting his hand slide down to his cock so he could fist it while he watched.
He had barely spoken before Sheba was on the cot with Cissy. "Shit, you got a nice body, honey," she said. "I been wantin' to taste you ever since you come into the Devils."
Sheba's hands sought Cissy's breasts. The fingers skimmed the deep valley between them, and then found the hard nipples. Catching the buds between her fingers, Sheba twisted and pinched them hard.
Cissy closed her eyes and emitted a low, long moan. She loved to have her sensitive nipples hurt like that. And, despite what Leader, Tiny, or anybody else might think, Cissy didn't give a shit where she got her sex kicks, men or women. If Sheba could satisfy her, then swing.
Sheba recognized her lust-reaction and knew that Cissy would thoroughly enjoy the encounter if she were properly played.
The brunette crawled onto the mattress, lying close to her lover mate. She trapped Cissy's other nipple and then tweaked both of them, repeatedly, almost cruelly.
The blonde moaned, and her eyes popped open, staring at the brunette's creamy white breasts.
"Touch them," Sheba urged her in a gentle voice. She ceased her rough tweaking and caressed the mounds again, rubbing and squeezing here and there.
Cissy reached out and grasped Sheba's magnificent tits.
"Squeeze me. Dig your fingers right in, honey," Sheba said.
Cissy listened, and sank all her fingers into the warm flesh. The big, sharply painted nipples pressed into the palms of her hands, adding to the growing pleasure she was reaping.
Sheba's soft moans mingled with Cissy's; both women loved having their tits caressed.
"Let me get on top of you," Sheba breathed. "I'll show you something that'll curl your cunt hair."
Cissy allowed Sheba to mount her, and the brunette planted a sudden, passionate kiss on her mouth before introducing the blonde to what she called "tit-fucking".
Grasping her own marvelous tits in her hands, Sheba rubbed the nipples hard against Cissy's twin peaks.
The result was electrifying.
Both women gasped loudly as lust flashes spread from their tits to every fiber of their bodies.
"My God. Oh, my God!" Clay said.
"Great, huh?" Sheba said.
Again, she steered her nipples into contact with Clay, and again a startled gasp erupted from the blonde's lungs, uniting with an identical cry that escaped Sheba's contorted lips.
The two girls gasped their own tin and mashed them against the other's. They rubbed the nipples together in a sexual frenzy.
"Oh, shit," Clay moaned. "I've only had another chick suck my cunt before . . I never had it like this. Oh, fuck, Sheba, you got hard tits! I didn't know it could be like this. It's fantastic. Absolutely, positively, fucking fantastic!"
"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet. I been girl-fuckin' before I ever saw a cock," Sheba said, rubbing her pointed tits even harder over Clay's thirsty jug.
She kissed Cissy again, long and hot, and Cissy's tongue darted out, licking the hidden crevices of Sheba's mouth.
They French kissed each other with passion and, when their lips separated, Sheba kissed the blonde's eyes, nose, chin, and the slender white column of her neck.
Sheba's hands roamed at will, probing recesses and mounds. Peeling her taut, firm ass, caressing her delicate nipples, ploughing through the silky strands of her cunt hair.
And then Sheba's hands were on her thighs, rubbing the soft skin inches beneath her bushy mat.
One hand carefully moved up onto the kinky fleece and, exploring momentarily, located the pussy lips hidden under the hairy triangle. Her fingers parted the lips; she raised her other hand from the thigh and sent three fingers plunging inside.
Her cunt was a moist, boiling cauldron. Sheba's three fingers were joined by a fourth and the quartet struck deeply into Cissy's slurpy snatch.
"How amazing! Your cunt must be bigger than mine. It's swallowed four fingers past the knuckles. A little girl like you!"
The brunette twisted her fingers, as though she were attempting to draw a half-circle.
Cissy groaned and writhed.
"More; Sheba, more! I love it! I love it!"
Sheba quickly changed her position, sprawling on the cot next to Cissy, her fingers still buried in the damp cunt.
"I'll do it more, Cissy, if you'll do mine at the same time," she said.
Cissy's hand rocketed to her companion's dark pubic hair. She jammed three fingers past the thick outer lips and, right away, began fucking her.
It was Sheba who set the pace. Stroking her fingers back and forth in the girl's wet hole, fluidly, not too fast or too slow, she created a consistent movement that the blonde copied.
Thus, the two women finger-fucked for countless, joyous minutes, totally enraptured, muttering terms of endearment and rendering whimpers and moans.
Then Sheba glanced at Leader on the other cot. His cock was throbbingly rigid as the head disappeared and reappeared above his fist.
"Don't just lie there, Leader! Put me out of my misery. Give it to me!" she said.
Her tone was more demanding than he would have liked it to be, as if she were giving him an order. Come on, stud, get that thing up and go to work!
"Beg me a little, baby," Leader said, a wide grin splitting his handsome face.
Sheba smiled back at him. With her fist still ramming in and out of Cissy's cunt, she managed to roll her own body, along with Cissy's, and the mattress, off the cot and onto the floor.
"Oh yeah, yeah!" Cissy said, her eyes popping open as they landed. "C'mon down and join us, Leader."
He stood and pulled the mattress from his cot and placed it beside theirs. Then he lay down on his back with his cock ram-rod straight above his hairy groin.
Cissy shoved one hand up Sheba's cunt and reached for Leader's cock with the other. She touched Ha leg slightly above the knee, and started working her way upward to his prick. At last her fingers found the hard staff and folded around it.
As Cissy started jacking him off, Sheba took the bulbous knob on the end of his dick between her red lips. Cissy fisted and stroked while Sheba sucked.
"God, Leader, you ain't as big as Tiny, but you got a beautiful prick. Ain't his cock pretty, Sheba?"
The other girl nodded in agreement.
"I'll say, but I wish he had two-one for each of us," she said, licking her lips.
"I'll second the motion," Leader added. "Unfortunately, I don't. And one woman at a time is all I can service. Sorry, girls."
"Would you like to suck him, Cissy?" Sheba asked. "I have other plans for him.
What's she up to now, Leader wondered.
Cissy was onto Leader's towering hard-on like a ton of bricks. One second she was sitting upright, a few feet away, and the next she was between his legs, replacing Sheba, her hands and mouth seeking his cock.
Sheba walked to the head of the make-shift bed.
"Hungry, Leader? Feel like having a snack?" she asked gaily.
"Sure," Leader answered, realizing what she intended to do. "Feed me, baby. Stick your sweet pussy in my face so I can taste it."
The brunette lay sideways. As she adjusted herself, bringing her steaming hot cunt in line with Leader's face, Cissy held his prick tightly, massaging and kissing it passionately.
The damp scent of Sheba's snatch was overwhelming. The black hair and pink gash descended onto his mouth, and Leader's lips met hers. He kissed her pink petals greedily, his head swirling with the smell and taste.
"Eat me! Eat me!" Sheba screeched. "Use your tongue. . yes, that's it! Tongue me! Eat me! Give my pussy all you've got!"
There was nothing like an appreciative female to stir Leader's efforts. He kissed and tongued her pussy lips, then shoved his tongue inside, licking the inner walls. When he located her clit, he decided to concentrate on scoring it with relentlessly hard jabs.
Sheba squirmed and gasped, but she kept her cunt riveted to his mouth. Meanwhile, Cissy succumbed to her desire to do more than simply massage and kiss Leader's immense cock. Her mouth opened, and she drew it inside, then sucked happily away.
Leader felt as though he were being attacked by wanton thunderbolts. His mind was fuzzy; the sole emotion occupying it was lust.
Sheba's cunt was dripping wet and boiling hot. Slurping noises originated in its depths, and moisture flowed into his mouth and down his chin. Her woman scent filled his nostrils and was a more beautiful smell to him than any perfume.
Cissy's sucking gained speed. Her mouth was a savage, persistent instrument, carrying him nearer and nearer to orgasm. He groaned, but the sound went unheard, muffled by the slit that was pressed to his face.
Sheba suddenly withdrew her cunt.
"Wait," she implored. "Stop, and let's switch positions. I've got to have his cock in me or I'll die!"
The near desperation in her voice persuaded Leader to go along with her scheme, whatever it was. He removed his tongue from her slit, and she rolled off of his head.
"I want to eat your pussy, Cissy, while I take Leader's cock up my cunt." Sheba's voice was filled with need and lust as she turned Cissy so she could bury her head between the blonde's legs.
Leader's cock shot like an arrow deep into Sheba's sweet pussy with a single, driving stroke. Sheba had a big, well-reamed cunt, but Leader's cock could fill it. Sheba sighed into Cissy's hairy snatch as the hot prick filled her pussy.
Leader was a good fuck with a nice dick. She had fucked him many times before, but never with her mouth full of Cissy's sweet, sapping cunt. It was a whole new world of exciting sex, even if it was in a jail cell.
Cissy covered Sheba's grinding face with her cunt.
"Go to it, Sheba! It won't take much to set me off. I'm almost there already," she said.
Sheba's tongue, red and wet, scooted out and dived into Cissy's crack. Cissy gasped and writhed as the fleshy tip tickled her clit and lapped her searing insides.
Loader's prick rested momentarily in Sheba's cunt, relishing the oven-like warmth she radiated. Then he lashed out at her, his thighs pounding and pounding his volleys into her.
He mauled Cissy's breasts while he fired his shots deep into Sheba's cunt. He twisted the plump tits this way and that, tweaking her quivering nipples.
The sheer depth and intensity of the thrills they were experiencing soon had all three on the very edge of heaven, on the towering, exhausting brink of total climax.
Leader and Cissy climaxed together, with Sheba not far behind them, as Leader's jizz poured like hot lava into her belly. His prick spurted insanely. It felt, to both of them, as though it would never stop. Sheba's cunt overflowed with his cum which seeped back out her pussy lips to cake on his balls and pubic hair.
At the same time, Sheba's face was nearly being drowned by the flood of warm love juices pouring over her from Cissy's gushing pussy.
She was moaning in bliss and rapture, licking Cissy's cunt clean and milking Leader's cock dry with her own pussy, when her head suddenly snapped up to attention from between Cissy's thighs.
The cell was bathed in early morning sunlight and outside there was the unmistakable, ear pounding roar of two dozen powerful motorcycles.
Myron was having one of his recurring dreams. It was usually the same dream about the same girl. She always looked like Cindy, no matter what name she took in the dream, and she was always a whore.
A pimp had given him an address in the slum section of the city. It was damp as he slowly drove through the quiet streets, the wet heat hanging like a blanket around the car.
He turned the car into a narrow side Street. Bums, prostitutes and drunks were gathered in little bands on the corners of the twisting Street. Above the car, old women with huge, sagging breasts, and men in grimy, sweaty T-shirts hung out of windows, slowly fanning themselves with rolled-up newspapers. Kids sat playing alone on fire escapes. As he passed, they gave him the finger and yelled obscenities,
"Where's the whore?" Myron yelled.
"One block down," yelled a little boy, "but I go for nothin'!"
He parked the car and walked past ruined whores wearing fancy wigs, looked into still-open shops, passed a record store that blared wild jazz, had a coke in a stand-up joint" frequented by leather-jacketed punks and finally found the building he sought.
By this time, Myron's shirt was sopping wet, his suit limp and his necktie a heavy weight around his neck. He entered the dingy walk-up, hiked five flights to the top, rang a bell and was admitted by a stunning girl. She was indeed young and quite naked.
"Hello, Myron," she said.
"Hello, Cindy."
"Take your clothes off, Myron. You come to fuck me, didn't you?"
"Well, take your clothes off. It's easier to fuck me without your clothes on."
"All right."
His clothes fell, his eyes taking in everything at the same time. The furniture was all zebra-striped; there were ornate cabinets, oversized floor cushions and the whore leaned against what appeared to be a ten-foot-long buffet.
There was also an enormous bubble lamp that dropped a strange light on everything, altering the color of Cindy's hair and shade of skin, making the white rug seem gray, and dark furnishing light.
The girl's eyes were a pale blue, her features were aristocratic, her expression haughty. Her body was slender but extremely curved, with full, heaving breasts and a bush below her stomach so thick that a wig could have been made from it.
Her naked beauty pleased him. He had an erection and an indescribable pleasure filled his loins. Swiftly, he dropped his pants and freed his cock, letting it shoot straight out.
"Oh, that is a good size!" the girl said, wrapping her hand about the stiffened rod. "Hard!"
"I hate your fucking guts, Cindy," Myron said, his mouth kissing her neck as his hands roamed over the firm, out-thrust breasts. One hand dropped from her breast to roll over her rounded stomach. He found her thick, young bush and plunged two fingers through the pubic hairs into the hot opening.
"Ouch."
"Good, huh?" he said.
"Yeah . . . it hurts," she replied. "Do it some more."
He put his cock between her legs and took her standing up. She spread her legs for his entrance and took all of his rigid meat easily up into her sopping cunt. He pounded into her pussy like a wild man and came almost immediately.
His thick jizz shot into her in great wads, giving them both more pleasure than either could remember.
"You're a lousy fuck, Myron. Fuck me some more!"
"I hate you, Cindy, but I love your rotten cunt!"
Far from going limp, Myron retained his erection. To Cindy's surprise, he kept humping her even harder, plunging his cock in and out of her slurping pussy.
This time she joined him all the way; leaping on the balls of her feet, she twisted her taut ass and pound her cunt over his surging rod. She mewled in delight as she kissed him and thrust her tongue deep into his throat. "I'm coming!" she cried.
"Whore's don't come," he replied.
"This whore does, you asshole," she said, "because she loves to fuck so much."
"How come you wouldn't fuck me before, then?"
"Never mind! Just fuck me! I'm coming, damn it!"
Suddenly her cunt seemed to open wider and close tight, then even tighter, and she became hysterical.
It was difficult to stay in her. He clutched her hard. "Easy, we got all night."
"Ah, no! No, Itch you . . . Noooooo!" Myron pulled out, passing his mouth over whatever areas of her body excited him. Her skin was tight and fresh, her shape terrific.
He wanted to play with that fabulous body for a while, but she was dying for another orgasm. They dropped to the floor and started fucking again.
She raised her legs high, guided him knowingly to the center of her cunt, and took his cock up her in one hard lunge.
"You don't know how to fuck very good, Myron, but you've got a big cock."
"The hell I don't fuck good," he panted. "Jessica Laird thinks I'm the best fuck she ever had."
"That's because she doesn't get enough cock. Lauren can't fuck either."
Her thighs, holding him close, were strong, her belly cushiony, her pussy tight and moist. Her fabulously shaped body bent, her ass bounced up like balls, and he was sheathed, running right in on the well-oiled track. Her hips writhed spasmodically while he jabbed into her. Her arms clasped tight around his neck.
He attempted to grasp her grinding, elusive rump with one hand and a firm breast with the other. She popped, climaxing silently, not saying a word, only gasping when she felt his cum flushing her insides.
Suddenly, she hauled off and smacked his face, causing his ears to ring. Another shot, coming right up from the floor, rocked his head and left his eyes running water.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Ha, ha, fight me, fight me, fight me." With his body wedged between her taut thighs, Myron delivered a dozen slaps, to her face. Her head went this fly and that and thin trails of blood leaked from both corners of her mouth. But she didn't cry. Instead, she laughed and begged him for more.
Masochistically, Cindy shoved her ass up. His hands clutched her rump, he sank his teeth into her shoulders and started to rise and fall, finding that as he pumped away, his cock stiffened even harder.
She sank back, moving only the lower part of her body while he went up and down, diving into her with long strokes of his prick. Now and then he altered the rhythm of his attack and soon she was crooning another climax.
Cindy, the whore, was yelling, "More... more, MORE!" when rough hands shook Myron awake.
"Myron.. Myron, wake up... wake up!" "Huh... wha. . ." He opened his eyes. Walker was standing above him. Outside, he could hear a deafening roar.
"What's the matter?"
"Man," Walker said, "we got us some fuckin' trouble."
Chapter Eight
Cindy awoke to the throbbing intensity of sound outside her window. She rolled off the bed and opened the curtain in curiosity. The young girl gasped as she saw the long line of powerful machines threading their way down Main Street, two abreast.
At the front was a tall, beautiful girl with long, flowing red hair. As Cindy looked back down the line of black-jacketed bikers, she felt a thrill of sensuality race up her spine. They were all bearded, with long hair that lay straight to their shoulders.
There was something grim, yet erotically exciting, in their stem faces. Without realizing it, she started imagining herself on the back of one of the machines, her arms tightly around the wild man in front of her.
The bikers rode directly to the front of the jail, fanned out in a long line in front of the building, and stopped. They pound the handles of the machines back and forth until the whole town was echoing from the powerful roar.
Something excited her beyond her wildest dreams. The familiar way the girls sat on the bikes with their hands on their men, the way the men sat, cocky and sure of themselves. They all looked big and mean and ugly, but somehow it excited Cindy.
She felt warmth and wetness between her legs. She slid a hand down into the front of her pajamas until her fingers curled between her thighs. Her pussy was secreting juices, so much so that the fleshy part of her thighs was soaked.
She started pulling her night clothes off as she ran to the closet.
Myron replaced the receiver and turned to Walker. "Lauren will be right down. Cover me, I'm gonna go out and talk to 'em."
He stepped out onto the porch and stopped just short of the street. The morning sun was already high in the sky. He tugged his hat down until his eyes were shaded.
"You got my man and two mommas in there," Rusty said, quieting the huge machine between her legs.
"Who are you?" Myron asked. He couldn't remember seeing the beautiful redhead the previous evening around the campfire.
"I'm Leader's momma. You got Leader in there, so I'm the Leader. Let him go!"
"I can't do that," Myron said, hoping Walker was at the window with the shotgun as growls came from the men on both sides of the redhead.
"Let's take 'em," Tiny said. "Shit, Rusty, I'll shove that pea shooter on his hip up his ass before he gets it out." The huge man rolled his leg off his bike and stood. He was even more gigantic than Myron remembered. The young sheriff unbuckled the leather strap over his gun and stepped two paces back on the porch.
"The Mayor's comin' down here right now. When he gets here we'll have a little talk. Maybe he'll drop the charges."
"Then what happens?" Rusty said.
"If you all will give me your word you'll get out of the county, I'll turn the others loose."
"Can we see 'em?" Rusty asked.
"Just one of you," Myron replied.
"Bullshit," Tiny said, and started forward.
Walker's voice boomed from the window behind Myron. "Take one more step, you big motherfucker, and I'll blow your legs off at the knees."
"It's okay, Tiny," Rusty said, grabbing the big man's arm and stepping round him. "I'll go in alone."
Myron tried, but couldn't keep his eyes off her fleshy ass in the too-tight jeans, as she stepped around him and entered the building. God, he thought, she is beautiful. He wondered how the hell she had gotten mixed up with this bunch.
"Momma, am I glad to see you," Leader exclaimed, when Rusty appeared in front of the cell. "Even in the house of Fuzz."
"Hello, baby," Rusty said, and nodded at Clay and Momma Sheba. "You been takin' care of my man?"
"Like he was our own Daddy," Sheba said, squeezing her full breasts together as she winked at Rusty.
"I'll bet," said the redhead, smiling.
"You gettin' us outta here?" asked Clay.
"Where's Jakey?" Sheba asked.
"He split."
"He what?" Leader said.
"He split. He chickened out sometime during the night. Tiny told me that Jakey said he didn't wanna take on the whole town. When we packed up this morning, he was gone."
"But I'm sure I heard his bike out there," Leader said.
"I was ridin' it," Rusty said. "He split without it."
Sheba was sure that Jakey might some day leave her beside the road somewhere, but she knew he would never leave his bike. She started to say something, but Walker shouted from the front of the jail.
"Hey, Myron, you better get up here right away. Cindy's out there with 'em."
"Shit," Myron said, and started to move. Then he remembered and turned back to Rusty. "Lean against the wail and spread your legs!"
"Why?" Rusty said. "You want a little?"
"I want to make sure you don't have any weapons to pass on to them."
Rusty laughed and did as she was told. Myron ran his hands up the outside of her legs and shivered involuntarily as they moved over her lush thighs and full hips. God, he thought, she's got a fantastic body.. He started up the inside of her legs. As his hands hit the inner parts of her thighs, just below her ass, she spread them and lowered her pussy onto his hand. He jumped back as though he had been stung.
Leader laughed from the cell. "Too hot to handle, Sheriff?"
"Turn around!" Myron said, his voice quivering with both anger and desire. His face was a bright red.
"What now?" Rusty asked, a wide, challenging grin spreading across her face.
"You got anything in your shirt?" Myron said.
"Sure," Rusty replied, tugging her shirt wide open and exposing the twin, rose-tipped, huge breasts. "The sweetest pair of tits you'll ever see."
Again Myron blushed and averted his eyes. Jesus, Rusty thought, the asshole's a gentleman. If she did that to anyone in the gang, they'd be slobbering over her tits in two seconds.
"Go ahead, Sheriff," Leader shouted, "take a good, big bite! You can remember what they tasted like while I'm pounding the shit out of you later." He smiled at Rusty. She returned the smile, but kept her eyes on Myron. Suddenly, she closed the shirt and rebuttoned it. For some reason, she felt embarrassed to be so wanton in front of the handsome young sheriff.
"All right," Myron said. "Talk all you want to. I'll be back in a minute." He turned on his heel and strode through the door.
Again, Sheba started to ask about Jakey, but Leader jumped ahead of her. "When's my gun?"
"Tiny's got it, but I told him not to use it," Rusty said. She then told him about the possibility of the Mayor dropping the charges.
"What if he doesn't?" Cissy asked.
"Then, we'll farce him," Rusty said. "We'll take over the town and his own house.
"You know where he lives?" Leader asked.
"Oh, yeah," Rusty replied. "I know exactly where he lives."
Jessica heard her husband's conversation and then the car moving down the lane away from the house. "Dirty prick, son-of-a-bitch," she mumbled as she moved from the bed to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and let the steaming hot water soak the distaste of the early morning rape from her body.
She hated Lauren more, at that moment, than at any other time in their lives. And what angered her even more was her frustrations. He couldn't satisfy her and she was mad because she had succumbed and even let him try.
As she stepped from the shower and started toweling herself, she wished she could find some way to totally humiliate him and get revenge for what he had done. Jessica powdered her sleek body down and paused to stare at herself in the mirror.
"Shut," she said aloud, "you're beautiful. And man, woman, or boy would give his eye teeth to crawl around over that body. Why waste it on that old son-of-a-bitch?"
"Mrs. Laird? Mrs. Laird?"
The voice came from the bottom of the stairs. It was the gardener's son, young Juan. He wanted the usual weekly instructions about mowing the yard.
"Yes, Juan," she called. "Come on up. We can talk while I'm putting on my make-up."
Jessica shrugged into a filmy garment that swept her ankles, not from modesty, but because she didn't want the young boy to see her nearly nude. She belted it loosely. Her large breasts were still prominently visible, but the material did hide the dark, full bush of her pussy.
She hurried to the door just as the boy started knocking. The fragile robe was still swishing about her legs when she swung it open on the boy. An idea hit her the second she saw his eyes travel in wonder up and down her body. His wide-eyed state had told her that one of her long, slender legs had escaped the robe and she knew his gaze hadn't missed her breasts under the thin material of the robe.
"Come in, Juan," she said, not moving. His shoulders were forced to brush her breasts as he moved through the narrow opening.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, his body already quivering at what his eyes had seen. "I-I can wait downstairs."
"Nonsense," she said, closing the door behind her. "Sit here on the bed. I'll sit by the vanity. We can talk."
He did as she asked, turning his hat in his slender hands and keeping his eyes on the ceiling. She watched his nervousness in the mirror.
Just the Jesus, Jessica thought, it's satisfaction of having this guy stare at Lauren and knowing he was getting what the old bastard couldn't get would be revenge enough. And, who knows, it might be fun. He was a good-looking boy, big, with strong, wide shoulders and dark, Latin good looks. She might even take him on as a full-time lover. She was getting tired of Myron, anyway.
"I would have thought you were older. From your size, I'd say you're old enough to vote, and drink, and sleep with girls."
His eyes met hers as his face burned blight red. He didn't say anything, but she saw desire in his eyes. She looked away from him so he could examine her naked thighs and the fullness of her pink-tipped tits through the thin material.
Go ahead, little man, she said to herself. Get a good look at a real woman and get your dick hard.
She moved around until she faced him and held a hand mirror in front of her face so he couldn't watch her studying his reactions. She was doing things to him. There was a very manly bulge rising in the front of his trousers. Her mind suddenly reeled with the game; she was going to fuck a boy, a little boy, and she somehow knew she was going to love it.
Slowly, she spread her milky thighs, knowing the movement would draw the boy's eyes to her crotch. The gown fell away from her legs. The dark shadow of her pubic bush was clearly visible between her spread thighs.
His cock continued to swell.
"What do you think you should do today, Juan?" she said, arching her back, thrusting her rigid nipples against the thin material.
"Any-any-anything you want me to do, Mrs. Laird," he said, his voice choking.
"Anything?" she smiled, placing the hand mirror on the vanity, and meeting his eyes. "Do you have a lot of girl friends, Juan?"
"My dad says to leave the girls alone until I'm twenty-one, he replied, unable to keep his eyes from dropping to her exposed body.
Jessica rose and crossed to the bed. "I have to do my exercises now," she said, stretching out on her back. "We can just keep talking. Do you agree with your father?"
"N-no," he said, the perspiration standing out on his forehead.
Jessica's body was building into a sexual inferno. She was going to have this boy. There was no doubt about it now. She felt as though her pussy would come from just the anticipation. She shuddered slightly, resisting the strong temptation to massage her warmly flushed breasts and pinch the stony nipples.
Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, drew her feet up until her heels rested on the edge. Her curved calves were pressed firmly against her smooth thighs. Jessica spread her knees far apart so he could see the pink slit of her pussy.
She watched his intent face through mere slits of her eyes. Her gaze lowered to his crotch and she smiled. His cock was fully swollen and she knew that if the restraint of his clothes was gone, it would stand up stiff and ready.
It seemed obvious Juan wasn't going to be the aggressor. He seemed satisfied to stare at her legs, hot breasts, and the little pillow between her legs, The inner muscles of her cunt were throbbing and she sensed her juices boiling. Little bastard, she swore mentally, come on and take off your clothes and remove my robe and lay me!
Slowly, languidly, she lowered her feet to the thick carpet and sat up. She leaned forward slightly so Juan could stare at her tits and the dark areola and the nipples.
"Come here," she whispered.
"Why?" he asked nervously.
She didn't answer him. His apparent fright served only to increase Jessica's lust. Ever so slowly, she removed her gown and slipped it over her head, tousling her thick hair. She let him ogle her for a couple of minutes, then stood up.
"What are you doing?" he choked.
"Undressing, silly," Jessica winked at him. "Come here!"
Still he didn't move, and then she reached for him. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers, pleased to find he wore no belt. She had to use both hands to skid his zipper and slip the flat hook from its eye. Then his pants gaped wide and Jessica was nearer her goal. She could feel the heat emanating from inside his white Jockey shorts.
She quickly pushed his pants down around his ankles.
"It's not what I'm going to do to you," she cooed, stepping close to him so her tits grazed his hairless chest. "It's what you are going to do to me. You are going to have the first piece of tail in your life. You are going to fuck me, my sweet Juan!"
Chapter Nine
"Let her go," Myron said.
"It's okay, Myron," Cindy replied. "I was just talkin' to him. His name is Tiny. Ain't that funny? A big guy like him."
"Baby, you get tired of him-"
Tiny was interrupted by a blaring horn as Lauren Laird edged his car between the jail and the long line of motorcycles.
"What's the trouble, Myron?" he said, stepping from the car.
"Simple, Mr. Laird," Myron replied. "They want their people back. Cindy, get over on this side of the car."
Reluctantly, Cindy walked around the car and stood behind the two men on the porch.
"Not a chance," Laird replied.
"All you have to do is drop the charges,
Lauren," Myron urged. "And we can get rid of the whole bunch."
"You better listen to him, fat man," Tiny said, leaning over the hood of Laird's car.
"No bunch of gangsters is gonna come into my town and tell me what to do."
A female voice then came from the jail. "Is that your last word, Lauren?"
"Who's that?" Laird said, something strangely familiar about the voice bugging him.
"The leader's girl friend," Myron said.
"Yes," Laird shouted, "that's my last word."
He had barely finished speaking when Floyd Walker's unconscious body was rolled through the door. Leader, with the girls directly behind him, appeared.
"Your deputy got a little distracted by Rusty's naked bod, Sheriff."
Myron dropped his hand to the gun at his hip. "I wouldn't, Sheriff," Tiny said. Myron swiveled his head around to where the big man was leaning over the hood. He was looking directly into the barrel of a .38 police special.
"Please," the boy begged, dragging his shorts back up his legs, but finding it impossible to tug them over his hard cock. "My dad will kill me if he finds out."
"He won't find out," Jessica hissed harshly, tugging the boy's shorts back down to his ankles.
Her original intent, to merely revenge herself on Lauren, was completely forgotten, as she stand at the boy's sturdy young cock, throbbing only inches from her face. "Step out!" she commanded.
She tossed his clothes away and leaned back on her hands to gloat over the beauty of his rigid young prick.
"You're even bigger than I'd imagined," she sighed. "This is going to be a lot of fun for both of us.
She was tempted to take the cum-dripping head into her mouth and suck, but she was afraid he would shoot and spoil it all.
Jessica leaned forward and wrapped her soft hand around the dangling cock. He jumped. She gave him a couple of long, slow strokes and sensed a tremble ripple all through his body. With her free hand she hoisted and played with his balls. She squeezed them and could almost feel the syrupy cum in his sac.
The temptation to suck his cock off diminished as the desire to have his sturdy body on top of her.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before, Juan?" she asked, continuing the hand work on his cock.
"No," he groaned, letting himself go completely now.
"Well, after we start," she cooed, "you'll never want to stop."
She bent forward impulsively and kissed his prick, smacking her lips over it and flicking a drop of cum from the slot.
She released his prick ever so reluctantly and worked her body to the center of the bed. "Now, come on and fuck me!" She splayed her thighs wide, creating a delectable saddle for him.
"I don't know how!" he said, looking forlorn and helpless.
"Come on, honey," she coaxed. "I'll help you. I'll show you. Come on and fuck me."
"What do I do?" Juan moaned.
"Crawl up between my legs, kiss my titties for me and I'll guide you, baby!"
Jessica stiffened slightly as his lips folded warmly, wetly around an aching nipple. "Goooood!" she sighed, one groping hand between their bodies finding his cock. "Scootch up closer, baby. You won't crush me. Mash my boobs with your chest. Aaaah... Gooooood!"
She clamped her legs against his flanks, urging him deeper into her. She lifted her fanny slightly as he missed her cunt and plowed through her pubic forest. "Missed the hole, honey!" she panted, using her fingers to splay her cuntlips. He is going to be a- good piece, she thought, fondling and stroking his hard Cock.
She wriggled and worked the pear-shaped head up and down the length of her slit. "Yesss," she moaned with erotic pleasure as it raked the rigid edge of her clit.
His teeth were chewing and nibbling on her breasts, first one, then the other. She almost exploded in orgasm as his tongue curled around a taut nipple and his hands instinctively cupped her ass, his fingers digging firmly into the flesh. "Yes, baby," she grunted. "Poke your cock into my hole! Ream my pussy with your big, magnificent prick!"
She continued running the pulsing cock up and down the gaping, pink slit of her gushing cunt. It became soaked with her juices until it felt like wet, hard velvet just inside her pussy.
"Go in! Go in all the way!" she urged. "Shove your cock up my cunt, baby!"
She sensed him hunching his rump slightly and the big knob popped inside her. Suddenly he needed no urging. He tilted Jessica's body upward and thrust deeply into her.
The sudden, deep penetration caught her unaware and she shuddered with delicious pain as the boy impaled her.
"Ooooh, what a man! What a cock!"
She clenched her muscles around him, wishing she could keep this throbbing, hard boy imbedded in her body for ever and ever.
"In and out," she panted. "Slide in and out of my snatch," she groaned. "Come on, now, honey, fuck me! That's it. . . that's it! FUCK me in long strokes with your beautiful pecker. Really throw the meat to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, FUCK ME! Faster... really ram me with that big meat-head! That's it, that s wonderful! Your cockhead is drumming against the bottom of my cunt!"
She was swinging and he was rocking madly between her twitching thighs as her body spasmed with erotic pleasure. "Come on, baby . . . shoot your cum in my cunt! Hose your jism in me good!"
Then he felt it. The first spurt of cum jolted her and she nearly fainted with pleasure. He slammed ruthlessly into her, grinding his pelvis against hers, almost thudding the breath out of her. She locked her legs around his lean body and used her muscles to milk him. He was a dead weight on her, crushing her flat. She felt her body was glued to his by their perspiration of passion.
She finally rolled from beneath him. "Now; I'm going to do something that you'll love," she said.
"What?" he said, finally opening his eyes. "I loved that more than anything I can ever remember."
"I'm going to suck it with my mouth."
"You'll really do that?" he said. His eyes dropped to her beautiful tits where they swayed beneath her body. He wondered how the luscious mountains would feel in his hands. He reached and found out as heat flooded his lower torso, making his cock swell again.
"Oh, my," Jessica said, smiling. "Ready for me again, already?" She grasped his cock with her warm hand. Her touch caused his cock to harden the last inch to full erection. It was pulsating and dripping by the time she lowered her beautiful face and planted a kiss on its dripping head.
"What a marvelous prick you have," she stated. Scooping her breasts into her hands, she rubbed the long, painted nipples against his cockhead, back and forth, barely brushing it.
Both of them gasped.
"Is that good, honey?" she cooed.
"Yeah.. . yeah, it feels real good," he moaned. "Well, I know something that's gonna feel even better."
Releasing her breasts, she eased forward, kissing his prick repeatedly. Then her lush, red lips separated and his cock was taken inside her mouth.
At once, filled with the warmth of her velvet mouth, he reared upward with his hips. His steel-hard cock rammed the rear of her throat, almost gagging her. She relaxed her jaw, took his cockhead into her throat, and started bobbing her head as she sucked.
She had the mouth of an artist, an artist dedicated to creating carnal delight. She established a steady rhythm, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive knob. And while it plied its erotic talents, her hand stroked his cock.
She sucked vigorously, confidently, lovingly.
When she ceased sucking, it was to send her lips traveling the entire length of his shaft, kissing and licking the barrel, until she arrived at one of his balls.
He moaned. The excitement she produced was exquisite. He moaned again moments later as her mouth sought his cock for the return kissing and licking journey along the stem to the throbbing head.
The boy grunted as his prick disappeared into the dark, warm interior of her mouth. Jessica resumed her oral artistry, sucking precisely, flawlessly.
Layer upon layer of molten sensation built up in the boy's groin. He was in paradise.
Jessica's hand was on his shaft again. Her fingers tightened. As she sucked, she massaged him, firmly and smoothly.
His cock was aflame. It was being consumed by fire. Each and every suck, each and every jerk of her hand was adding fuel to the blaze.
He climaxed suddenly, filling her mouth with his cum.
Eagerly, she gulped his cum down. She held his cock resolutely in place for fear it would quit her mouth and deny her some of its offering.
She continued sucking after the last iota of pleasure had faded and died within him. And when she took his cock from her mouth, she licked the tip dean of the jizz dribbling out of the tiny hole located there.
Jessica was about to plunge her head once again on his deflating cock when she heard a very familiar voice from the doorway.
"Well, well, well, Mother dear. I always knew you'd give up on Lauren one day."
Chapter Ten
It was dark outside. The party was in full swing all through the house. They had locked the sheriff and his deputy in one cell and the good-looking blonde cunt, Cindy, up in the other. The old drunk, Orin, had been brought up to the Laird house. They had included him in the party and the old man about had a heart attack with all the mamas fucking him and all the booze he could drink from the mayor's private stock.
Leader looked at the old fat man, Laird, tied to a chair across the worn and laughed. He was high, high as hell. They were all high. They had stripped Laird's good-looking wife and taken turns fucking her on the floor in front of the old man. But there wasn't much of a kick to it. The old man hadn't seemed to give a shit and the woman, Jessica, had started loving it after the third cock had been shoved up her.
Rusty had gotten madder than hell. That's when e she told Leader that the old broad was her mother and this was a sweet little piece of revenge she had been planning for a long time. Even Leader had been shocked; Jesus, her own mother!
Suddenly even Rusty made him a little sick.
She amazed him even more when she had her mother tied up next to the mayor and announced to everyone that the time had come for her to be truly initiated into the Devils. Not only that, she wanted to do it right there in front of her dear, sweet mother.
Leader should have been glad. But he wasn't. He had come to enjoy having her to himself. He wanted to keep it that way and he told her so.
"Shut up," she had told him in return. "Shut up and just watch, if you don't wanna play."
So he got stoned and watched and thought about the sheriff's juicy little girl friend down in the jail cell. He thought of how she had, looked at him with those big wide eyes when he shoved her in the cell. He thought about those two tits that were a match for Rusty. He thought about shoving his cock between those two beautiful ass cheeks.
Leader's head swam with hazy images. Loud music pounded from the stereo and the radios in all the other rooms.
A girl was in the center of the room, dancing, all alone. It was Rusty, moving in perfect time, provocatively, with the music.
She was stripping. Her shoes and stockings had already been discarded. Her hands were at the front of her blouse, undoing the buttons. The blouse was tossed into a far corner. Her hands caressed her body, as they moved down to the zipper on her jeans.
The gang members caught drift of her actions and started encouraging her. "Yeah, Rusty baby, join the crew!" "Let's see your pussy, Rusty honey!" "Strip.. strip... STRIP!" It became a chant.
Her jeans floated down to her feet. Rusty started bumping and grinding her hips suggestively. Her huge, beautiful tits bounced in perfect time with the movement of the rest of her body.
Leader's cock began to stir. She was delicious. Her white breasts shimmered as she shook her upper torso.
He wanted to fuck her. He'd fucked her hundreds of times. Yet, whenever he saw her like this, radiating her special brand of animalistic sensuality, he felt as if he were lusting after her for the very first time.
All the other members of the gang had the same ideas.
Still shaking her body, her breasts jiggling crazily, Rusty took off her panties and threw them over her shoulder.
The whole crowd gave a war whoop.
Longhaired, bearded men, some naked, some dressed, surrounded her. Cocks protruded, erect, pointed toward every part of her body. Then strong hands grasped her arms, forcing her to cease dancing. She was pushed to the floor.
Leader could detect only portions of her body her arms, and her legs. Men were everywhere, standing and crouching around her.
"All right," Rusty shouted. "Let's fuck! And don't worry, just get in line, I'm gonna fuck every one of you. Now who's first? C'mon, don't be chicken shits! Screw me, you bastards!"
A tall, gangling youth climbed atop her and shoved his cock up her cunt in one lunge. A second one dangled his cook above her mouth until she found it with her lips, and took it deeply into her throat.
"Leader?"
He looked. It was Cissy. She looked strange, sloppy, dirty. He suddenly thought that she had always looked that way; he'd just never noticed it before. "Yeah?"
"You wanna fuck me? Tiny says he don't want me no more. He's got hisself a new mamma."
"Your cunt's too big, Cissy. And I've already fucked you too much. I've fucked all the mammas too much. I gotta get me some new pussy," Leader said, and pulled himself to his feet. He staggered away from Cissy as she rolled onto her back and started pawing her own pussy.
As he walked unsteadily around the room, he started pulling his clothes off. Some of the guys had brought local curds up from the town. He looked for one of them.
He found one; a fat, ugly broad who sat forlornly on the floor, her back against the wall. She had enormous, drooping tits and heavy thighs and legs. Leader didn't give a shit. She was new and she wasn't a momma. He was stoned and he was ready. He didn't want her to be beautiful like Rusty. He wanted only one thing from her pussy.
"You wanna fuck?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"I thought nobody would get to me," she said. "Everybody's fucking, and nobody's even waved their cock in my direction."
"You from the town?" Leader asked.
"Yeah, I wanna be a momma. That guy over there jacked me up on his bike. Said let's go to a party. Then he just dumped me here in the corner when that cunt started stripping."
"That cunt's my momma," Leader said.
"How come you ain't fuckin' her, then?" the girl said, her face again drooping.
"'Cause she ain't my momma no more. I'm dumpin' her."
She said something else but Leader didn't pay any attention. He understood enough to know that she wanted his prick as much as he wanted her cunt. He dropped to his knees between her legs.
He leaned toward her and kissed her breasts. Her skin was pillow soft. He touched the big, pointed nipple with his mouth, and the girl sighed. "Suck 'em," she urged him. "No one has. Not since I was raped by a gang at a school picnic. I love to have my tits sucked.
Leader sucked. The nipples erected. Leader sucked some more. The girl's sighs became moans. Her hand was on the back of his head, urging him to go further into her wide, black-haired snatch with his probing fingers. She grunted as he squeezed his hand into a thin fist and shoved it all the way up her cunt, clear to the wrist.
"Jesus, girl," he said. "You got a manhole for a pussy.
"Yeah, it's kind'a big, ain't it. You still want to fuck it?"
"Yeah, I'll fuck it."
He deserted her tits and pulled his fist from her body. He told her to lie on her back and lift her legs. Right beside them was another frantically fucking couple. The whole room was full of fucking bodies.
Leader mounted the mountain of flesh. His cock easily slithered into her fat cunt. Jesus, was it a girl beneath him? Or was it simply a giant, hot cunt? Leader began pistoning his swollen prick in and out of the hot flesh. He could barely produce any friction on his cockhead with the wet, sloppy cuntlips.
Around them, others were climaxing. The smell of spent cum and hot pussy juices mixed with sweat to form a heavy layer of sexual aroma in the room.
"Oh, shit. How good it is." The girl beneath him murmured.
He bored into her with merciless fury, determined to fuck her until one, or the other, or both of them could accomplish something. Her gargantuan breasts flapped against his chest, and her breathing came in quick gulps.
"SD goddam good," she sighed. "Your cock is so good."
"Your cunt's too goddang big," he said, but kept fucking her.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it from her pussy. Without missing a thrust he shoved it into her asshole. She didn't even groan. It seemed that she didn't even know that he changed holes. It was a little tighter and soon he was scaling the peak and achieving a shattering come.
She wasn't far behind, reaching hers while he was in the middle of his. His hat, wet gobs shot up her gushing asshole.
He yanked his prick out the moment he was through and wiped it off on her tits. The girl was still writhing, bucking her hips furiously, when he dismounted and stood, pulling on his clothes. "You're a shifty fuck," he said. "You'll make a good momma-"
She just smiled and nodded, making a fist of her hand and pounding it up her cunt.
Leader turned away from her. Rusty had two guys to go. One was just mounting her and one was waiting. The one on tap was biding his time by fondling her breasts and receiving occasional licks from her spear-like tongue on his hard cock. The cock was huge, long and thick. It belonged to Tiny. Even Tiny was going to fuck her. What the hell, Leader thought, let everyone fuck her.
He saw his gun poking out of Tiny's jacket pocket on the floor. He thought of taking the gun and sticking it up Rusty's ass and blowing her away. Fuck it," he said aloud, and walked out of the house. He mounted his bike but had a hard time finding the kick starter with his foot. Jesus, he thought, I am really stoned.
Someone tugged at his arm. It was Sheba. "Leader?"
"Yeah."
"You're stoned. You think you should ride?" "Everybody's stoned, Sheba, except you.
"Where have you been at... I mean, were.. . I mean, where you been?"
"I been back up at the campsite, looking over what someone told me about."
"Oh yeah. . . long walk. . . crazy, baby," he said. "Party's in there... lotta fuckin'."
"Leader?"
"Yeah?"
"Everything's the same, ain't it? I mean the rules? About our own? We take care of our own, and we revenge our own, right?"
"Yeah. . . yeah, hell yes," Leader said, his mind whirling. He didn't care about rules any more. He didn't care about anything any more. He wanted to go down to the jail and fuck the blonde.
"Thanks. Leader."
"Yeah.. yeah," he said, and roared off
Thirty miles away, at a highway patrol station, a state trooper slammed the phone down and turned to another trooper beside him.
"Dammit, I can't get through to Saderville again. I wonder if Myron ever stays in the office. He was supposed to let us know if that gang of bikers was heading back our way."
Another trooper had just entered the worn from patrol. "The gang's not up at the same campsite. I went by there about an hour ago."
"Well, where the hell did they go then? They haven't come this way."
"They didn't go north either," the trooper added.
"Funny. Damn funny. Do you suppose. . .Jesus Christ!"
Leader rocked the big bike to a halt in front of the jail and dismounted. Ken and Avery, the two bikers he'd left guarding the place, opened the door for him.
"Everything quiet?" Leader asked.
"Yeah. Dead. We killed the power at the telephone office. Can't nobody call in or out."
"Good," Leader said, crossing through the office and into the cell area.
"Jesus," Ken said, "I never saw him so stoned." "I wonder if he brought any with him." "What do you want?" Myron said when he looked up to see Leader.
"From you, nothin'," Leader said, moving to the adjacent cell and unlocking it. "Come on outta there."
Cindy, wide-eyed and as curious as she was afraid, walked from the cell.
"What the hell do you think you're dam'?" Myron said.
"None of your fuckin' business," Leader replied. "Cindy, don't go with him!" Myron said. "You know what he wants."
"Shut up, cop," Leader hissed. "C'mon kid." He pulled on her arm.
"Cindy-"
"What else can I do, Myron?" she said, following the gang leader out the door.
"Jesus, that's it," Myron turned to where Walker sprawled on the cell cot. "If and when this is over, I'm going to tell Laird to stick this town and his wife right up his ass.
"If he's around to do it when this is over," Walker drawled.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you see him on the street, earlier? Man, his old heart won't take very much of this shit. And if my guess is right, all hell's goin' on up at that house. His old heart is probably poppin' like hell right now."
Outside Leader started the powerful bike with a roar. "Get on," he said, "and hang around my waist!"
Her breath caught in her throat as the big machine lurched into the street, rolled to the right and headed for the campsite.
"What are you going to do?" Cindy said, yelling to make herself heard above the roar of the wind.
"Fuck you," he replied.
Her reaction was exactly the opposite of what he thought it would be. Her hand crept around between his legs and squeezed, finding his prick under his pants. It was already erect. She massaged it slowly, knowingly, lovingly.
He rode over the bumpy pound until he found a grassy spot. He slid off the bike and pulled her with him. "Now," he said, his eyes traveling down her soft young body. With one hand he unzipped her jeans and pushed her to the ground.
She fell and he pulled off her jeans, panties, and shoes in one rough, ripping motion. She was breathing fast, mouth half-open, fingers clutching her hips. Her eyes riveted on his erect prick as he pulled his pants off, then his shirt He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her face up to him. He kissed her hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, moving one hand down and pulling her shirt open. He felt inside for her breasts. She was wearing a low-cut bra. He moved his hand around behind her body, feeling for the clasp. Still he kissed her and pressed his body against hem, loving the feel of something new, something fresh against his skin.
The clasp broke in his urgent fingers and he pulled the bra away, releasing her splendid tits and letting her fall back to the pound. He looked down at her for a moment, lying under him. Then he pushed the unbuttoned blouse away to either side, exposing her breasts. They were heavy and wide, very round. He fingered one of her large, dark nipples and studied her face as she breathed faster.
He moved his other hand to the bush of her hot, wet cunt and thrust three fingers inside her. He worked them around and pressed his thumb roughly down on her clit.
She turned her head first one way then the other, wriggling her body, making her big tits quiver on her chest. "Oh God," she moaned. "God, I've been waiting for this for such a long time.
She looked up at him, put her arms round his neck and pulled herself up. She kissed him, pressing herself to him and rubbing herself up and down his hard, spare body while his fingers worked faster and faster inside her cunt.
He fell on her then, and plunged his prick deep down into the willing hole. She gasped and clutched at him. He grabbed her arms and pushed them down beside her body while he thrust into her as hard as he could. He was grunting and straining, tense and angry with desire. His heavy, fat cock made wet sounds as he drove it in and out. His thighs smacked against her ass. She twisted and writhed under him, eyes closed, teeth biting into her lower lip.
He could sense her rising excitement and control it with the thrusts of his prick. He watched her face as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm. He thrust deeper and still harder. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, just as she was on the verge of coming, he pulled his cock out of her.
For a moment there was nothing but the sound of his own heavy breathing. Then she let her breath out in a long, tortured cry. It became a moaning sound that she repeated as she sat up and reached for him. She grabbed his hips, trying to drag him back into her.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
"Fuck me," she whispered to him. "Fuck me, now."
She wriggled down toward him. He knelt astride her, his prick standing out strong and firm. He edged up until he was straddling her waist and sat down on her.
"I'll fuck you, but you have to suck it first."
She closed her eyes and shook her head violently from side to side. "I won't. I can't. This is the first time, you don't understand."
His fingers found her cunt. She tried to press her thighs together but he wormed his way into her easily, probing, massaging, caressing. He watched her face work into passion and arousal as he plunged first two, then three fingers into her.
"Suck it," he told her. "Suck it, or . . . no go." He slowly withdrew his fingers.
"I hate you," she said.
He moved further up, lowering his prick to her lips. She was breathing and her forehead was damp with perspiration. Strands of her hair lay matted across her face. She parted her lips.
He stroked her clit gently a few times. "Go on! Suck!" He moved his hips down quickly, plunging his prick into her mouth.
She made gagging noises but he had her pinned under him. There was no way she could squirm free. He grasped her head in both hands, twining his fingers into her hair.
Slowly she started tonguing the end of his prick. He moved his hips, pushing it in and out of her mouth. Her full, soft lips moved up and down the shaft.
He increased the rhythm and started pushing deeper, breathing hard as her mouth sent shivers of sharp sensation rushing throughout his body. He clenched his teeth with a mixture of exhilaration and pleasure as he looked down at her, accepting him in her lips. As he pushed his prick deeper and still deeper into her throat, her degradation excited him.
He felt the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him and held himself back. There was more he wanted to do. He pulled his prick out of her mouth and she turned her face from him.
He quickly pushed her over on her face and raised her ass. And then, while she knelt in front of him, he plunged his prick into her seeping cunt.
Her shiver of surprise and pleasure at the sudden thrust traveled along his prick like an electric shock. He started moving faster and faster and she breathed in time with his thrusts, gasping and sobbing He inserted his little finger in her asshole and worked it around, feeling his prick moving in and out. Just the other side of the membrane that separated the two openings.
Then he reached around and under her with both hands, catching one of her hanging breasts in his left hand and one in his right. He was panting hard, smacking his pelvis against her ass as hard as he could. He fucked her deeper and still deeper as he squeezed and kneaded her heavy, swaying tits.
"Don't stop again," she was crying. "Oh please, don't stop this time. I'm there . . . I'm there."
And then, as he pushed into her still harder, her words turned to formless cries and she had her orgasm. Great spasms shook her body as she came. Sweat rolled off her, her hair dangled over her contorted face. She collapsed, still crying and moaning. It was the last stimulus he needed. With a few final thrusts he felt his own passion reach its limits. The dam broke and his jizz spurted into her in great globs.
He groaned loudly as the last drop of cum had left him. He sat back on his heels, his shrinking prick slipping from her velvet sheath.
She fell over on her side, her breasts still heaving as she breathed in quick, shallow gasps and stared up at him.
"What happens now?" she said, looking up at him in the moonlight.
"I split."
"Where?"
"Wherever the road goes," he said, pulling his clothes back on.
"What's your name?" she said.
He paused, looking down at her beautiful but disheveled form. "Reginald," he said.
"I want to go with you," she said.
The room had nearly emptied. They had all taken their turns on Rusty and then went back to their own mommas..
Then Tiny was on top of her.
"Where's Cissy?" Rusty said.
"Who cares," Tiny replied. "It's you and me now."
He entered her high and almost at once the head of his prick rubbed across the erect little button at the very top of her cunt. She gasped and bit hard on her fist. She had already taken twenty or more cocks and Tiny's was the first to bring her immediately to the point of coming.
He went deeper and her convulsions were greeting him, the rippling muscles of her cunt sucked him farther into her. The suction was so complete he had no chance to pull out, even if he wanted to.
Soon he was seated in her, lying heavily on her, his balls pressing against her asshole. Their wet bodies were slippery and he used his elbows to keep them on an even keel.
"Ready?" he grunted.
She gasped her answer, blowing a damp wisp of hair from her lips. "Oh, yeah! Oh, shit yes! Fuck me, Tiny baby! Fuck me goddam good!"
His hips went up and then down. As he established his rhythm she was able to thrust her loins down and then up to meet him. Their thighs smacked but his piston-action was smooth, strong and clean.
It was only seconds before Rusty was climaxing again. She felt her cuntal walls convulse again and suck his cock more deeply into her cunt. As she expanded herself, he halted all movement and breathed heavily.
"Now you," she gasped.
"Now me."
It was as though he deliberately waited until she was finished before he would allow himself to come. He roared back into her cunt with his cock like the animal he was.
Then he was coming.
He screamed his joy as he shot.
His cum was boiling from the spitting end of his cock, pulsing into her, deep in her cunt.
He shuddered and collapsed on her like a deflated tire. She was slippery and steaming. His hair was a damp, black mop. He rested for several minutes.
"Tiny?"
"Yeah?" He didn't even bother to look up. He recognized Sheba's voice. He couldn't be bothered with her right now. She probably wanted him to fuck her. He was too busy fucking Rusty. From now on he was always going to be too busy fucking Rusty.
"Tiny," Sheba said again. "Whatta ya want?"
"This," Sheba said, and fired Leader's gun.
The bullet went through the top of Tiny's thick skull.
