When two sisters found themselves stranded on a lonely Southwestern highway, they never dreamed that the passing stranger would lure them into a series of incidents which would change each of them forever. Mary, the youngest, had been content to day dream about her last date as the truck bounced along towards the meeting in Albuquerque with the girl's parents. As far as her sister Ruthy's personal life was concerned, Mary Ann could only guess. Ruth kept such things to herself. Then the truck broke down and Royce, under the guise of a good Samaritan, led the unsuspecting duo to his strange ranch in the desert.
There they met Brent, the long-haired boy who couldn't keep his hands, or his mouth, off of young female bodies. And Monica, the dark-skinned child-woman who rarely spoke but obeyed the cruel Royce without question. Mary thought she could handle the situation ... until she took that drink.
The history of the aphrodisiac is a confused and often misrepresented one. Some scientists claim there is no such thing. Other less stodgy scholars admit that a so-called "magic elixir" can open a reticent female's mind to suggestion. They say it can free a frightened girl's inhibitions by taking the decision to engage in sex out of her hands as it were, or at least make her comfortable with that illusion.
Yet Mary Ann knew that what she had taken was doing something very strange to her. And even when she and her sister discovered that the man who had helped them was running a sex service for local weirdo's, they still couldn't seem to get it together to leave.
Mary Ann was growing more aware of her latent sexuality. The pull of the flesh was excruciatingly real, too real to suppress. And she tried. But Brent was so good looking, his hands and mouth so gentle against her aching body. In fact the whole ranch seemed infected with a consuming carnal fever. How long could a virgin hold out? Ruth had already lost any semblance of restraint and Mary Ann had always looked to her older sis for guidance.
The end came when the rancher brought his shy son to be initiated into the manly rites of sex. Somehow Mary ended up bound and helpless under his slim body. And from that time on, the world took on a new texture. Meanwhile, Ruthy couldn't get enough. She was strong minded, redheaded and lovely. But she'd never behaved like this in her whole life. Was it the elixir, or was it a basic craving? Something so deeply protected by inhibitions that it had taken an unnatural act to free her. When Ruth met the driller, all she could think of was getting her mouth on him. The driller liked her too ... well enough to have a friend join them on the mattress. And there Ruth finally learned what two on one really meant!
"After all," comments Dr. Ralph Schuster, noted behaviorist, "there is no motive in a mere drug, no free will, no magnificent obsession. These are all traits of human behavior and an elixir of sex is only one number of the combination. The real hunger for sexual ecstasy is hidden in the psych of the human female ... an overpowering source waiting patiently to be tapped."
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Mary Ann Whittiker was daydreaming about her old boyfriend back in Warrensville, and the sun coming through the windshield of the truck was warming the bare skin of her thighs in a sexy kind of way. Ruth, her older sister, was such a good driver that it was easy to drift off into her own thoughts. Not that she'd ever see Sammy again, or Warrensville for that matter. She shot a quick glance to Ruth and then squirmed her bottom against the seat, opening her legs a little to let the sensitive inner skin higher up feel the tingling rays of the desert sunlight. They were somewhere in New Mexico, but that was about all Mary knew. Even Ruthy was beginning to wonder if maybe they had missed a turn some miles back. And to make things worse the truck didn't seem to be running quite right. They'd stopped twice that day to let it cool off and if it gave them any more trouble, they wouldn't make it to Albuquerque by dark where they were supposed to meet their folks. The Whittiker's were driving a larger truck, loaded down with household goods and everything the family owned. They'd left earlier and told the girls to meet them at the big Holiday Inn at the outskirts of Albuquerque that evening. But no one had expected the almost-new Ford pickup to start acting up. Of course the girls could always sleep in the camper part if things really got bad.
"It's getting hot again," Ruth said, brushing a strand of red hair back from her eyes. "If it boils over again we're going to have to find water somewhere."
Mary Ann glanced momentarily at the slowly rising temperature gauge and then back at the passing desert scenery. There was nothing she could really do about the truck boiling over, she decided. So, with her eyes half closed she let the memories of the night before rush back into her consciousness. Her last date with Sammy. A wave of hot tingles made her shoulders shake. God, he'd been hard to handle! But then deep down he probably knew it was going to be his last chance to make love to her. Mary smiled to herself. Maybe she should have let him. But then there wasn't any real reason for her to give in. She'd cum twice without even trying and still hadn't broken the solemn vow she'd made to her mother some years before. The promise that she'd let only her husband break the membrane of her hymen on their wedding night. A skittering tumble weed crossed in front of the truck and Mary watched it bounce into the ditch and hang up in a barb wire fence that bordered the highway. Then she closed her eyes completely and started to playback the previous night's fun, lingering on each detail to make it realer. When she really concentrated it was almost like it was actually happening again.
"Nooo Sammy, I told you we just can't!" She mussed Sammy's sandy hair and then circled her fingers behind his neck and pulled their lips together. She'd seen a girl do that in a movie once and had since included it in her repertoire of make-out techniques. Both of them were stark naked from the waist down and as she gave Sammy her tongue to suck, he tangled his fingers in her own light-brown hair and moaned like a junky needing a fix. Sammy had brought her out to Osgood's Lake in the hope the privacy would give him a better chance for success. Mary Ann let her hand slide down the front of his shirt and as if by accident brushed over the underside of his cockshaft. The throbbing organ jumped against her palm and Sammy twisted his hips in a way that said he wanted her to take it. She let her mouth slip against the hollow softness of his neck and began to kiss him in a tickly way. Sammy's heart pounded so hard she could feel the thumping against her breasts. They were flattened back some from the way Sammy was pushing her down in the front seat of his Chevy. Her legs were apart too so that his body was between her thighs, his cock only a few inches from that part of her she always protected when the cards were down. Mary knew of course that most girls couldn't resist the urge to actually let a boy slide his cock into the squishy heat of their pussies. Sometimes she thought allot about it too. But cuming was so darned easy without going all the way, she'd always told herself that there wasn't really any reason to let a guy fuck her.
"You can touch me with it, honey," she breathed in Sammy's ear.
"Would you d-d-do it?" the boy stammered, "like the last time?"
Mary pursed her lips and kissed Sammy on the chin. "Yes!" She knew how crazy it made him for her to hold his cock in her own soft palm and then rub it up against her cunt. In a way, she liked it better like that herself. She had control of things and could touch the parts of her body with the bursting tip of his penis. That really turned her on. As excited as Sammy got, he sometimes failed to rub the right spot or else rubbed it too hard or not hard enough.
"You're so wet," the boy gasped, "I love the way you smell down there when you get wet!"
Mary Ann curved her fingers around the hot shaft of Sammy's cock and bent it down. As the blue-tinged glands touched the sparse brown curls of her pussy, she tilted her hips up to meet it. Sammy choked on a breath as the smooth, taut skin of his cockhead pressed into the swimming heat of Mary's slit. She felt the outer lips widen around the thickness, wetting his prick with slickness. Mary had touched the inner lining of her firm fleshed purse many times before and knew just how smooth it was, how soft. She wondered how it must feel for a boy to have his cock touching those delicate membranes all buttery from her excitement.
"Does it feel good, Sammy?" She speared her tongue up against his right ear lobe and sighed.
"Christ in Heaven," he gasped. "Oh Mary, can't we ... can't I just put it in a little ..."
Mary Ann shook her head sharply, almost scolding Sammy with the tenseness of her gesture. "Be good darling, and I'll make you cum!"
Now Sammy was stroking her sides, the ribbed flesh under her small round breasts, the flawless expanse of her young, white belly.
"Mary Ann, you've got to be the prettiest girl in Warrensville!"
"I'm leaving tomorrow, remember?" She laughed gently and tightened her fingers on his cock. "You'll have to find someone else to take my place." Mary knew Sammy couldn't take much of that kind of teasing. He'd talked of how they'd be married and get a house someday in that very town. It irked him when Mary Ann always brought up the fact that she was only fifteen and he hadn't reached his eighteenth birthday. Sammy was too much of a dreamer to face such cruel facts.
"I'll never have another girl. I'll remember you ..."
"We're talking too much, darling," she said in a husky voice. "Let's remember tonight."
Slowly, evenly, Mary Ann began to jack the skin of Sammy's cock up and down over the steely shaft. The skin felt velvety and warm to her touch and she liked the way it bunched around his glands like a collar when she brought her circled fingers upwards. When she did that she could feel her own moistness too because the head of Sammy's cock was completely surrounded by her puffy labia and as she jacked, she smoothed the juice-soaked tip back and forth over her stiffening clitoris. In a few seconds the bottoms of her feet were burning. It was the first signal that always told her she was near to cuming. Mary smiled and squirmed in the trembling embrace of Sammy's arms. It was nice being able to cum so easy. That meant she could always do it again before Sammy spilled his thick cream out over her skin. Sometimes when she paced things perfectly, Mary could make three cums before collapsing exhausted under Sammy's body. Sammy pushed her shoulders down suddenly and grabbed his hand over her clasping fingers.
"Please!" he choked, "let me get in you, Mary!"
"Sammy ... you better quit!" Again the boy lunged with his hips and Mary felt his prick stab into the dainty crack of her vulva. He was trying to rape her ... trying to fuck her pussy with his cock! In a flash of sickening panic, Mary Ann pushed her hand quickly back along his shaft until the loose-hanging sack brushed her fingers. Quickly she circled her fingers around the balls inside and began to squeeze. "Damn you Sammy! Stop now!" The boy made another weak attempt to find her hole. Accidentally his ridged glands touched the oily depression and Mary Ann felt her hymen stretch. She tightened her fingers more around his balls and started to pull them down from where they hung.
Mary kissed his cheek, not really mad. "I didn't want to hurt you, silly! Why did you do that?"
"God Mary, I love you so damned much. I want you like crazy!"
"We'd be crazy to go all the way! I promised my ..."
"I know, I know." Sammy slumped a little and began to kiss Mary's neck. She felt his tongue tangle in the wispy down at the nape of her neck and twisted her head sideways to make it easier for him. Once again she circled her hand around his shaft and began to slide the skin in a pumping motion, softly stroking the glands over her clitoris at the same time. Sammy's penis was thoroughly drenched with her sex oil now and she loved the way it slid over her pulsing trigger ... loved the feel of those two, swollen lobes just under the tip-end as they bumped over the turgid flesh of her most sensitive place. Again the tickly rush of excitement roared through her loins in waves. She tensed the muscles in her calves and automatically her toes pointed until she could feel the door of the car on Sammy's side. She tucked one knee back a little and her slick virgin hole opened more. Sammy was holding her ass up from the seat with both hands, tilting her up in such a position that he could let the entire bottom side of his shaft slip against her buttery vulva. Mary Ann uncircled her fingers and only pressed against his cock on the top, forcing it down into the parted warmth of her swollen labia. Sammy was fucking back and forth now as she tilted her pussy almost straight up so that his glands plowed against the entire length of her V. She knew it wouldn't be as good for him as actually being inside a girl, but Mary thought it must be very nice anyway. She smiled, trying to imagine how a boy felt rubbing something so stiff and hard against something else that was so soft and oily! The bottoms of her feet were glowing again and she pressed them against the outside of Sammy's thighs, curling her toes in to clasp him. Now if only he'd get a hold of her ear with his teeth ... stick his tongue into it! Though Mary had never thought of herself as strange, she knew that her ears were especially sensitive. A lot more sensitive than the ears of most girls, though many of her friends had confided they too liked a boy to kiss them there. The thing that made Mary so much different was she knew she could almost cum with just a boy sucking and kissing her ear. She'd even done it once, fully clothed in the back seat of the downtown movie theater in Warrensville. As her date had nibbled and sucked and probed with his tongue into the delicate whorls, Mary had pressed the corner of her purse down over the outside of her dress and wiggled her cunt up against it. In just a minute or two she'd gasped and moaned and had a terrific climax as the boy nibbled her lobe and his hot breath tickled the inner secrets of her pink-glowing ear. Sammy knew this about her and always knew too that when Mary Ann pushed an ear up to be kissed that she was ready to cum. She twisted her head up like that now, cooing sexily into the hollow of his neck.
When Sammy's teeth closed around the whole, hot delicacy of her ear and she felt his tongue dart wetly into the small orifice, Mary writhed wildly under him, thrusting her pelvis around in a jerky, uncontrolled way. Again she grasped her fingers around his cock in a circle and began to jack him furiously. His cockhead brushed her clitoris hotly. Mary Ann scissored her slender thighs around his waist, drawing her knees well back so that her pussy was parted, her joy nubbin completely bared to the brushing friction of Sammy's glands.
His tongue lapped at each firm curlicue, sucked at her lobe for a second and then pushed into the depths of her ear lobe like before. Mary Ann shivered ecstatically, rocking her head up harder against his lips. Sammy's teeth cut into the back of her jaw. His lips wet her hair and felt hot against the skin of her scalp. Her whole ear was covered by his mouth now, soaked with his saliva. He sucked and sanded the pretty thing gently, careful not to be too rough or to damage Mary's eardrum with too passionate a kiss.
Hot new floods of juice rushed from her pussy. Her knuckles were wet with the slick fluid as she continued to pump Sammy's cock. She could tell by his breathing that Sammy was getting pretty close too. His stomach always began to heave against hers and the feel of his prick pulsing against her trembling fingers couldn't be mistaken. It was thicker feeling and harder than ever. The glands were swollen out hugely from the rest of the shaft forming a firm but spongy head that was purpley dark with trapped blood. Not that Mary Ann had to look. She knew that's how he was down there now. Once, long ago, she had looked and the appearance of that ravaged, huge thing had shocked her. Somehow she'd never gotten the nerve to look close again, though she still wished she knew how it looked when the hot cream boiled out from inside his body. Maybe someday, with her husband whoever he might turn out to be, she'd discover all those things.
"God ... Mary honey! Jesus ..." Sammy bucked his ass in and out, thrusting his cock through the clasp of her fingers even faster than she could jack her hand. As he plunged in a frenzied, fucking motion, Mary held him at an angle so that his glands sanded the standing tip of her steamy clitoris with a maddeningly subtle friction. She was starting to cum! The muscles of her ass pinched tight and she felt something inside her vagina closed down like a tiny mouth. Her clit itched with a burning rage of blistering sensations. The muscles in her belly convulsed as she arched and humped her back, rubbing her spread vulva hard against Sammy's swollen cockhead. Then something hot spurted against the quivering clit muscle, bathing it with waves of slick cream. The sticky stuff was smeared back over her knuckles, clung between her fingers, smacked and dripped down the deep V of her pussy. She could feel a hot, thin line of it on the bottom of one ass cheek, finally wetting the car seat under her. Mary Ann plunged her bottom up and down, pushing Sammy's cock viciously against the honey-covered flesh. The boy had his hands under her ass now and the two of them twisted and tangled their legs under and around each other. Mary Ann sunk her teeth into the meat of his shoulder and Sammy fought to keep his mouth near her small ear as they writhed. More scalding jets of semen burst from the tip of his cock. Mary felt the inside of one thigh suddenly splashed with the warm gulps and as Sammy brought his hips up in another wild thrust a jetting spout arched up between their bodies. Then they were hugging again and she felt the slimy seed smeared between their bellies, oozing down their sides. Her cunt hair was tacky and clinging with the thick white droplets as she continued to jack Sammy off. She could feel each powerful burst of seed shoot through the little tube at the underside of his shaft and then fountain from the hole at the end. But the spasms were weakening. Her own itchy happiness was at last being scratched too. She wiggled up against the cum-drenched cockhead just as another gush of jizz foamed out against her clit. Back and forth she nursed the already softening organ with her fingers, milking what was left into the squishy mess of her vulva. Cum was smeared everywhere. Her thighs dripped with it and Mary Ann knew the car seat would be a mess when they got up. Even her belly stuck to Sammy's and she could smell the sharp odor, strange and sour in the car all around them. Sammy's balls hung loose in the drooping sack at the base of his shaft. His chest heaved as he fought for air from his loving exertion. Mary Ann took her hand away and smoothed the cummy mess against the outside of Sammy's thigh. Then she let him kiss her mouth. They clung like that for a long time, Mary wanting to remember her old boy friend, but not really sad that she's be leaving him the next day either. Sammy was sad to think that even after a year of going steady, he hadn't fucked Mary Ann Whittiker.
"What the heck are you doing?" Ruth Whittiker said. Mary Ann came whirling back to the present ... the truck, the desert out in front of them sending up shimmering waves of heat. She looked at her red-headed sister, eyes big with surprise. Ruth was smiling knowingly at her. That's when Mary Ann realized that she had a hand pushed down between the V of her shorts, hooked tightly against the thin material. Her breath was coming in short, hot pants.
"Just thinking," she managed to say. But her breathless tone of voice was another giveaway.
Ruth looked back out at the two-lane highway. There wasn't another car for as far as the eye could see. "Let me guess," she said. "Last night's date. You were thinking about Sammy and ..."
"Okay, okay!" Mary Ann grinned in spite of her effort to appear insulted. "Can't a girl have private thoughts?"
Ruth snickered. "Private thoughts are one thing, but you should have seen the look on your face! I thought you were gonna cum or something right there on the seat."
Mary made another small pretense of anger but couldn't keep it up for long. Her and Ruthy talked a lot about dating and though her sister had much more liberal ideas, they always consoled each other when there was a need. Mary had picked up interesting tidbits of information too from her twenty-year-old sister. Like how a girl only got pregnant at certain times of the month and that some men and women did things to each other that made Mary tremble to imagine. Yes, once Ruthy had told her that men liked to have their cocks sucked! It was something so far beyond Mary Ann's conception that at first she'd accused Ruthy of kidding her. But the older girl had insisted that this happened often. Mary hadn't had the courage to ask Ruth if she had done something so carnal herself.
"Yeah, you were really starting to squirm," Ruth said, shaking her head slowly. "By the look of it I bet old Sammy finally got into you last night."
"Huh, uh!" Mary said, shaking her head adamantly.
Ruth frowned, squinting her eyes at her younger sister. "What? After all the time you've gone steady with the poor guy you wouldn't even ..."
"Come on Ruth. You know what mama told us about it and how I feel."
"Mama was born a long time ago," Ruth said, shrugging. "Just because she says something doesn't make it gospel." The pretty red head tugged at one of her thick braids and licked her lips. "Glad I'm not crazy enough to miss all the fun. It's just as much fun for girls as it is for boys, you know."
Mary Ann crossed her arms under her round titties. She could see how the erect nipples were pushing out the material of her jersey. "I can have fun too. Without going all the way."
Ruth gave a short laugh. "Sweet sister, you can't imagine how it feels to have one of those thick, hot cocks sliding right up into your belly!" The big breasted girl trembled and sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh god, it's heavenly. And then the guy starts shoving it in and out, in and out! You can feel the end raking at your insides and ..."
"Oh Ruthy, why don't you shut up!" Mary Ann had been affected by her sister's words allot more than she cared to admit. A sudden puff of white steam rose over the hood of the truck and broke the mood.
"Oh damn, here we go again!" Ruth horsed the truck over to the shoulder and stopped. The temperature gauge was nudging the last mark on the right and the sharp hiss of boiling water filled their ears. Mary Ann got out of the truck and stared out over the vast, empty reaches of the plains and rolling hills ahead. Everything looked parched and dry and windblown. There was an abandoned farmhouse in the distance and long lines of telephone poles but nothing else moved to show life.
Ruth stood in front of the truck, peering under the raised hood, her hands on her hips in a gesture of helplessness. Mary smiled at her older sister's busty, curvy form. She had big tits too and a full, round ass. A lot of boys really went for Ruthy and she could see why. Ruth looked soft as a pillow, warm, huggable.
"Looks like we're in for it now," Ruth said, kicking at the gravel with a worn tennis shoe. Mary Ann watched her pull a map from the glove compartment and study it frowning. "We gotta be lost too. Or we'd have come to a town by now. I must have taken the wrong road at that last junction."
Mary glanced behind them and saw a tiny dot growing on the distant line of the blacktop road. "Look Ruthy! A car!"
The dot grew larger, wavering in the heat that rose from the surrounding desert until Mary could see that it was another truck, but much older than theirs. She noticed Ruthy looked nervous.
"Maybe you should get in the camper," she said to Mary Ann. "Just in case it's some creep."
"Oh don't be silly, what would a creep be doing out here?"
Ruth continued to frown at the approaching truck. When it was close, she watched her older sister flag her arms. The old truck pulled up behind the camper and stopped. A tall, muscled man in blue jeans and a torn t-shirt swaggered up to them. He had thick curly black hair and looked like he hadn't shaved that morning. Mary found she couldn't keep her eyes off the way he moved ... the look of his broad chest and narrow hips. Then she saw that Ruthy was staring at the guy the same way.
"You girls having trouble?"
"Oh ... yes, the truck just boiled over for the hundredth time and ..." Ruth watched the man walk around to the front of the Ford and take a long look under the hood. Mary Ann caught herself staring at the dark locks that curled long down the back of his neck when he turned suddenly and smiled into her face. His eyes were brown and sparkled with something she could only think of as ... sex.
"Looks to be your thermostat. Could be stuck. Have to get a new one from Loonenbury." The stranger leaned back against the fender and wiped his hands on his jeans. Mary wasn't sure she liked the way he was looking at her sister's breasts. He was just ... staring! "I got enough water in a can in my truck to get you to where I live. I could work on the truck there."
"Isn't there a garage nearby?" Ruth asked, turning self-consciously to let the man catch a look at the profile of her full blown body.
"Nope. Not out here." The stranger let his eyes slip down Ruth's form, pausing at the soft swell of her ass, considering the lines of her naked thighs under pale yellow shorts. "There's the town of Broken Wheel about seven miles ahead. I live outside it another mile. They can send for you a thermostat from there ... if that's the trouble."
Ruth looked helplessly at Mary Ann. "I guess we could sleep in the camper while the part comes."
Mary frowned, but Ruthy looked quickly back at the good looking man who now studied both of them with a hungry eye. He finally was the one who broke the silence.
"My name's Royce. Royce Hardin." An easy smile came across his face. "Been a long time since I seen such a pretty redhead."
His compliment seemed so crass to Mary Ann, so blatant, that she just knew her sister wouldn't have any of it, but to her surprise, Ruth blushed as red as her long hair and gave Royce a shy smile.
"Thank you for saying so." Royce stepped closer and Mary Ann went stiff as she saw his hand swing up and one of his fingers touch the smooth, white underside of her sister's chin.
"So soft too. So damned soft."
Now Ruthy was really blushing, but she didn't make a move to pull away. After a moment more, Royce dropped his hand and gave a shrug, jerking his head back towards his old truck.
"I'll go get that water and fill up that radiator. You two can follow me. If she boils again, we'll just pour some more in."
* * *
When everything was set and Royce pulled out ahead of them in his old truck, Mary Ann poked her sister in the side and frowned at her. "Why did you let that ... that creep touch you like that?"
Ruthy slipped the Ford into gear and pulled out onto the blacktop. "Oh Mary, he was just being nice."
"Being nice!" Mary Ann yipped, "for god's sake I thought he was going to throw you down right there and ... Ohhh Ruth! You make me mad sometimes. The way you were twisting and showing off your curves. Couldn't you see he'd undressed you three or four times already with those dark eyes of his!"
Ruth giggled and shifted the Ford into third. The temperature gauge was holding steady for the time being. "Gosh, he is sexy, isn't he?"
"Oh sure," Mary Ann said shrugging violently. "Lots of guys are sexy. But you practically told him you liked what he did ... liked him touching you."
Ruth drew in a long breath and let a hand fall over the fullness of her big breasts. "Well ... maybe I did like it."
Mary Ann twisted straight ahead in the seat and stared pouting out at the passing prairie. The old truck ahead of them glided along slowly. Royce didn't seem to be in any hurry to get Ruth somewhere he could work her over. But still there was something about his manner that got under Mary's skin.
"You wouldn't be jealous, would you?" Ruth teased, "because Royce didn't give you as much attention as he did me?"
"Jealous!" Mary hissed. "I didn't want that awful ... person ... even near me!"
"There you are calling him awful and you don't really know Royce at all." Ruth smiled ahead at the truck in front of them. Royce was driving slowly so the Ford wouldn't heat up so quickly. Mary Ann stared at her sister for a long moment. There was something about the look in her eyes that scared her. Already this Royce had some kind of power over her. Mary was certain he'd try to take advantage of Ruthy as soon as the opportunity presented itself. The thought of pretty, red-haired Ruth climbing into bed with Royce Hardin made her shudder.
Ruth broke the silence, reaching out her hand to her young sister's shoulder. "My gosh Mary Ann, you act like I don't know anything at all about men. I mean after all I have had an affair or two."
Mary Ann reddened, stared at her sister again in disbelief and then turned back around again. She'd always guessed that Ruthy had done it with some guy before but the word affair had a different sound. Immediately she conjured up pictures in her mind of soft, innocent Ruth meeting some sex-crazed man every afternoon in a sleazy motel room and fucking for two or three hours.
"Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it," Ruth said. She was squinting at the temperature gauge, her wide mouth curving prettily even in a frown.
"Yeah. Maybe." Mary Ann was quiet until they drew near the town of Broken Wheel. A mile past the small settlement, Royce's truck bounced into a narrow rutted road and finally pulled into the junk-strewn yard of an old two-story house. A large dog lazed around the porch, not bothering to run barking to meet them. And Mary Ann saw someone else too, sitting just inside the door. A girl with raven black hair and a dark complexion. It wasn't until they were nearly out of the truck and walking towards the smiling Royce that Mary saw the boy come out from behind the house. He stood there tall and tan and sinewy looking, smiling right at her. The afternoon breeze blew his longish hair away from his neck. She liked the way he looked right off.
"I'm Brent," the boy said, standing before the two sisters. Mary was secretly pleased that he seemed only to be talking to her. She introduced Ruthy and told him her name too. Royce was hollering something at the dark-skinned girl on the porch. Everybody went up and sat down in the shade on whatever chairs or boxes they could find. Mary Ann noticed that Brent sat very close to her, his eyes never leaving her for a moment. She wasn't used to having so much lavish attention and though she appreciated it, it made her a little uneasy too. Ruthy and Royce were talking and laughing like they were completely alone.
In a few minutes the dark-skinned girl came out from inside and gave everybody a beer. Mary Ann never drank much, but the hot sun and the hassles of the day had worn her out. The cold brew seemed slightly bitter, but she took a couple of big gulps anyway. Brent was looking at her again, his green eyes affectionate, warm. Mary gave him a shy smile, deciding she liked the name Brent. It sounded honest, boyish.
"What's your last name?" she asked.
"Lane," he said. "Brent Lane." His hand slipped warmly over hers and he squeezed gently. Mary Ann almost snatched it away. It was all happening too fast. The truck was messing up and then Roy and now this strange junky-looking house and the silent, obedient girl with black hair bringing them beers at Royce's command. And Brent. So eager-looking, his hand holding hers already! But god, he was handsome. She decided to let him do what he was doing.
"It's a nice name," she said, somewhat embarrassed and lost for words, "Brent ..."
The odd new boy took his hand away then and slugged hard on his beer. When their eyes met again Mary Ann flushed pink and swallowed nervously. She'd been looking at the light brown curls looping over his ears, the smooth tan skin under his shirt ... she'd been looking and imagining what it would be like to have him on top of her, their limbs tangled in the heated passion of making love.
"Is something wrong," Brent asked, noticing the dazed look in her eyes.
"It's b-b-been a strange day," Mary managed to say. "I feel kind of weird. We're supposed to be in Albuquerque right now, meeting our folks ..."
"Look," Brent said suddenly, his voice intense, "I like you. Stay close to me. Don't listen to Royce ... tell your sister not to believe him either."
The sudden outpouring made Mary Ann's skin prickle. But she nodded and squeezed her hand tighter around the cold beer bottle. When Brent's hand took hers again she felt safer somehow, taken care of. Mary squeezed back and took another swallow of beer. At the corner of her eye a lizard zigzagged across the yard. Even Brent's hand and the beer couldn't make the creepy feeling go away. And when she looked at Ruthy, Royce had his arm around her shoulder, laughing and talking about something. Mary Ann felt desolate and lost and strangely frightened.
Brent got up and pulled her after him. They went down the steps and around towards the back of the big, old house. When the boy intertwined his fingers between hers and pulled her closer as they walked, Mary let him, thankful to have a protector.
CHAPTER TWO
When Brent had awakened that morning, he sat on the edge of his bunk for a long time, promising himself he wouldn't hang around Royce's place any longer. He'd been there a week as it was, waiting for the hundred dollars Royce owed him, letting the smooth-talking con artist put him off and put him off until he was beginning to wonder if he'd ever collect the cash at all.
But Royce had a way of holding people. There was something about his promises that sounded good. When Brent had loaned him the money in L.A. Royce told him the deal he had working in New Mexico would return double that amount. Brent had never asked about the details. Then when he'd followed Royce out to Broken Wheel a month or so afterwards, the guy had asked him for even more money.
Brent didn't like the whole set-up. He didn't like the strange relationship between Royce and Monica either. It was like she was under some kind of spell, obeying like a servant, mooning around with those beautiful dark eyes. Royce had told him she was part black and part Indian. Whatever she was, she was beautiful. Always barefoot with a long, silky dress that clung to her wide, curving hips and dimpled in where her belly button was. God, she didn't wear a stitch underneath ... Brent was certain of that. There were too many little bumps and hollows just barely covered by all that thin, red silk. Brent had accidentally surprised her one morning as she washed her hair at the kitchen sink. Monica had tossed a towel around her naked breasts but he had seen a flash of dark brown nipples, dark rosettes, full tits high on her chest. Her dark eyes had flashed amusement for a second, the only time he'd ever seen her come close to smiling. And then she'd become the silent, pouting mystery girl again.
Brent stood up from the bunk and pulled on his jeans. Today he was going to ask Royce once more for the money. Then if he came up with another lame excuse, Brent was going to leave. He had enough gas money to get to Denver anyway and his five-year-old Pontiac was in pretty good shape. He pulled on his cowboy boots furiously and wiggled into a shirt. Yeah, he was going to have one last showdown with that god-damned Royce and then get the hell out. There was something about that place that gave him bad dreams.
Brent found Royce sharpening the knife he always carried at his side. The dark-haired man was honing it on a stone on the kitchen table. The brooding Monica stood facing the stove. A pot of water boiled before her watchful dark eyes. Brent leaned against the back of a chair, waiting for Royce to look up.
"Look man," he said finally, "I gotta have the money. I got to get on down the road."
Royce smiled up with his conman's smile. "Hey sure daddy, I can dig it. Man, I'm gonna have something for you too. Real soon. Why don't you just hand around and enjoy the comforts. I've got to go to Loonenbury today and see a guy about ..."
"Royce damn it, you told me you'd have that cash when I got to New Mexico ..."
"Hey, don't get pissed." Royce gripped Brent's shoulder and gave it a friendly shake. "I got something for you better than money." Royce nodded towards Monica and smiled. "Wouldn't you like to slide into the sack with that little brown berry over there?"
Brent was so shocked by Royce's sudden offer that he just stared and swallowed at the man's half-crazed eyes. Monica poured a pot of water into the sink and said nothing though he knew she'd heard.
"Jesus Christ, Royce," Brent said.
Royce slapped him on the back. "It's cool man. Monica would dig it. All I got to do is tell her and she's yours for the day. You two all alone while I'm gone on my errand." Royce winked and gave Brent a playful punch. "We could shave twenty bucks off what I owe you, sound fair?"
The smooth, fast talk flowed around Brent as he stood staring at Monica's back. Her long silk dress was open to the waist and he couldn't keep his eyes off the smooth expanse of brown skin ... the bumpy line of her backbone. She was a beauty ... a real beauty. And what was stranger was that Brent found himself wanting to go along with Royce's crass offer. He was standing there with an aching erection and considering the dark-skinned girl like she was a hunk of meat to be bargained about. Brent drew in a breath and shook himself free from the trip Royce had put on him.
"Hey man, I don't play that kind of game. Monica might have something to say about it, you know."
Royce got up and opened the door of the refrigerator. He studied the bottles for a moment and then reached one from the back row. Monica stiffened as he handed it to her and gave her a stern glance. Then he leaned close to whisper something Brent couldn't hear. Brent was irritated and embarrassed. He didn't like to have a chick pushed on him. And why the beer? Did Royce think he could get her high enough on just one beer to make her agree to his low-browed plan? Brent was just about to stalk out of the kitchen when Monica handed Royce back the half empty beer and wiped her hands on a rag hanging on the oven door. Royce turned, grinning. Brent watched him sheath the knife he'd been sharpening and walk with a casual swing to the doorway.
"Why don't I just leave you two alone. I got to get on down to Loonenbury like I said." He pulled a toothpick from the depths of his shirt pocket and let it hang from the corner of his mouth. "If you want to take me up on my offer, Monica will be glad to oblige." He waved a hand at the lovely, dark girl. Brent noticed that she still hadn't turned from her chores at the stove and she made no movement to show that she had even heard Royce's words. "See ya later," Royce called. The front screen slapped behind him and Brent heard the old truck start up in the yard.
He was out of the kitchen and halfway up the stairs when he heard Monica's bare feet padding behind him. All he wanted to do was get his duffle bag and get the hell out, but he turned with surprise. Their eyes met for the first time that day.
"You're leaving?" she asked, voice trembling and husky.
"Yeah."
Monica's long brown fingers circled his wrist.
"Please. Stay long enough for ..." Her eyes fluttered close and Brent saw her pink tongue dark out to wet her lips.
"I don't like the way Royce gave you away like that. And besides I don't pay for girls, for love."
Monica tightened her grip on his wrist and her eyes grew deeper, hungrier. "Please. Stay long enough for that. I want ... want to do it." Brent could feel her whole body shivering. As if something had control of her, was making her crazy.
He turned and started back up the stairs. Monica hurried along behind him, her breath shallow and rapid like a panicked animal. He went into the room Royce had let him use and started shoving his dirty clothes into the duffel bag he used for traveling. Monica's hot hands circled his stomach and she hugged her silk-sheathed body against his back. Brent closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His cock was pounding crazily in his pants. He could feel Monica's hard nipples brushing against him even through the clothes they both had on. What would those pretty rosebuds feel like touching his skin?
"We can love! Hurry!" Her hands searched gingerly down under the waist of his levis. "I don't tell Royce. The money can still be yours."
Brent twisted in her embrace and took her shoulders. They felt so frail and warm under the silk. "I don't care about the money ... it's just the way he ..."
But Monica was already undoing his belt and Brent found that he couldn't talk anymore. Hardly believing the hungry look on her brown face he watched the black-haired girl kneel and push his jeans and shorts down over his ass. When his rigid cock leaped out, she sighed and cradled it in both hands. Then he felt her lips, wet and hot. She speared her tongue out, instantly bathing the blood-blue crown with spit. Tender fingers massaged and fondled his balls. Monica's mouth curved open and she took the thick organ into her mouth. Brent felt her tongue riding back and forth along the sensitive underside and a suckling wet sound came from her short nose.
Brent found his ideals crumbling quickly. He didn't like taking advantage of anybody, but Monica wanted it so bad. Her wanting made him want too. Though there was something about her hunger that was too intense, he couldn't stop to think about it now. Monica's hands stroked his belly. Her eyes were moist and hot with passion. He pushed his fingers into the thickness of her black hair and tilted her head back as far as it would go. Then he kneeled there with her and placed his mouth over her quivering lips.
"Uuuummmmm!" the girl gasped, sucking his tongue deep, biting and nibbling with her teeth. He was aware of her pushing the shoulders of her silk dress down over her arms. He saw her breasts suddenly freed of the thin restraint. They were twin perfections ... two brown orbs of delicious soft femininity. Moaning himself now, Brent sucked a turgid nipple between his teeth and tongued the tip of it as Monica's head fell loosely and she drooled from the side of her mouth.
Her fingers danced around the edge of his lips, tracing the line where her titty was sucked up into his mouth. "Oh shit!"
Brent pulled her up and they clung standing for a moment. But Monica was writhing constantly, arching her back to press her sharp hips against his body, groaning and sucking at his neck. Brent got out of the rest of his clothes and pushed Monica down on the bed. She wiggled her body like a snake, shucking the silk sheath in a sensuous, animal way that brought more hot blood pounding to Brent's loins. He watched her navel slip into view and then the large, sharp bones of her pelvis. The thick, triangle of black hair at her crotch was perfection. It looked groomed and brushed especially for him.
Kissing her thighs, Brent pressed his face ever nearer that dark, musky place. His fingers were shaking too, now, but he found the plump, brown lips of her pussy and pried them apart. The juice-drenched membranes came open and he saw the dark ruddy finger of Monica's clitoris. Already it was tumid with her excitement and jutting up from the surrounding flesh. A tiny hood covered it partly and he could see the super-sensitive bead of live nerves underneath.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh Jesus!" Monica gasped, rocking her lovely wide hips on the mattress. Brent had never seen a girl so turned on in his life. He'd gotten a few this hot after a while, but Monica had been ready for it right there at the foot of the stairs. Hell, he could have had her on the kitchen table ... on the floor ... anywhere.
She humped her back and pushed her vulva toward him. Brent let the point of his tongue trace the shape of her hooded clit and then dug up under the delicate fold. A rush of oily juice flooded from the depths of Monica's pussy. The exotic smelling lubrication oozed into Brent's mouth, wetting his chin and cheeks with girl musk. He drove his tongue over the knotted bead again and again. Monica arched and bucked under his ravishing mouth. Her fingers clawed at his hair and he could see her head toss, exploding black hair back over the pillow.
As he licked deeper into the recesses of her vulva, Monica spread her thighs wide apart. They were at sharp angles to her twitching body now, and her brown feet were pointed gracefully, toes hooked tightly from the exquisite friction of his tongue against her open pussy. Brent smoothed his hands up over her heaving tummy, found the shallow crater of her navel and pushed a finger into it. His cock hung throbbing under his stomach, hot and swollen and full of blood. He was crazy to shove it up into the buttery insides of Monica's cunt. Crazy to feel it surrounding his shaft on every side.
"Brent!" she gasped raggedly, "it's so good!"
The bunk creaked under them as the brown girl's movements became wilder. Brent held his mouth just out of Monica's reach and tickled her lips and chin with his tongue, darting it over her teeth, teasing the dimples in her cheeks wet with his spit. Monica growled and lurched at him, finally forcing him down on her with her hands. As they kissed, Brent felt their teeth clash together, felt her full ripe breasts rising and falling under his chest. He tightened the grip of his cock and pulled it upwards along her divide so the head began to sink into the opening of Monica's vagina. The girl's ass bounced and rolled as she felt it force aside the squishy pussy flesh and glide an inch or two into her body. Still holding herself up with his arms, Brent looked down the curving expanse of Monica's lush form. One of her legs was extended straight at the knee and her foot pawed the air in a furious arc as he hunched his hips under and drove his shaft further into the feather-soft insides of her body. He was half-way in her and took his fingers away from his cock to pet the thumping clitoris that jutted out of her soppy membranes like a tiny cock. As he rubbed it, the small muscle thickened more and pressed back against his caressing touch. At once Monica was crying in short, choked gasps. She hugged her breasts and then threw her arms around Brent's back, pulling him down hard against her.
"Crush me!" she babbled, "I want to feel your weight, pushing me down!"
Brent slipped his elbows back from the mattress and wriggled his body hard against the writhing Monica. Her nipples speared him in a lovely tickling way. He cut his teeth against the frailness of one brown shoulder, liking the way it made Monica groan. Then he sucked madly at her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and the musky odor of her femaleness. He pumped his hips back and forth, feeling the heat of her enclosing loins. His swinging balls brushed against the underside of her ass now and Monica gave a delirious groan as his thick organ filled her completely. For a long moment Brent held himself deep, feeling the dainty knot of Monica's womb not far from his bulging tip, feeling the walls of her vagina shift and move against his glands as the girl wiggled and humped her ass under him. He could cum just like that. Letting her fuck the jizz from his body.
"Ahhhh ... Ohhhh!" Monica murmured. Her breathing was hot and hard and the fiery lump of her clit had pushed even further from the surrounding softness. Amazed, Brent realized she was cumming. He stroked the magic spot in circles, teasing the sensations out ... making Monica's ass lurch against the friction in a frantic way.
"Brent ... don't ... Oh kill me ... do anything, but let me cum!"
Kissing her half open mouth, Brent fondled her flooding parts with a thumb and finger. Monica twisted sideways, drumming her heels against the bed and then throwing her legs out straight again. All the while he fucked his cock in and out of her clasping pussy. The juice smacked around his shaft just as Monica sucked noisily at his mouth with her full brown lips. Then her kissing went soft and limp under his caress as the turbulent throes rocked her frame. He felt her scissor her thighs around his waist. Her bottom thrust convulsively in frenzied circles as he pinched her clit with his finger and thumb, fucking her with full, hard strokes all the while.
Brent felt Monica's pussy filled and emptied each time. The tissues divided in front of his plowing prick and then closed back around it as he jerked back. More hot juice bathed their rubbing loins. He felt the jizz boiling in his glands, ready to explode up into his tingling cock. Monica jerked and gasped and tossed her firm ass as the storm of joy burst over her in itchy waves. Brent fucked deep and held it there, squirming his ass around hard to make the brown angel feel every inch of his staff. An insatiable tickle surrounded his swollen glands. The satiny walls of Monica's vagina were so smooth ... so wet ... so soft!
"Monica ... baby! Dammmmn!" The muscles around his prostate jerked convulsively and Brent felt the hot line of seed shoot down his tubes, fill his cock and then fountain powerfully deep within Monica's pussy. The girl ripped her ass crazily up and down as if she knew the keen sensation he was feeling.
"Cum darling," she cooed, stroking her long fingers over his hardened ass muscles. One of her thumbs slipped against his rectum and the acute tickle brought another spasm to his overworked prostate. Brent stiffened against the soft breasts, the heaving tummy, the clasping loins ... and then hugged Monica even closer, humping his ass hard as the cream foamed out of his body and filled hers.
"Yes baby, yesssss!" she sighed.
* * *
It was much later, when Brent thought Monica was asleep that he swung his legs off the bed and started pulling on his jeans. A warm hand touched the small of his back and then he felt her lips there, nursing his flesh.
"Don't leave me alone with Royce," Monica breathed.
Brent turned and stared curiously at her. It didn't make sense to him that she should say something like that. She'd been alone with him when Brent had found the there in that old house near Broken Wheel. If she didn't like the guy why didn't she just up and leave?
"I can't hang around here forever," he said, smiling. "Look, why don't you go with me. We can leave right now."
"I can't," Monica said, dropping her eyes sadly. "I can't tell you why, but I can't leave here now."
Brent studied her for a long moment. "Does Royce have some kind of power over you? Could he get you in trouble if you didn't do what he wanted?"
Monica looked about to cry. "I can't speak of this to you ... not now. Just don't leave me alone with him. It is better with someone here."
He felt suddenly impatient with Monica's mysterious answers. But as he snapped up his shirt and tucked it into his levis her words were still bothering him.
"Why did he make you drink a beer just before he left? You're not that susceptible to booze, are you?"
Again Monica lowered her head and let her lids flutter closed. "It is nothing. Please trust what I saw. Royce is cruel when we are alone but with others nearby I feel safer ... That is all I can say."
Brent got up from the bed and stalked across the room. Then he whirled and frowned at Monica. She was huddled on the bed, her knees drawn gracefully up against her brown body. He could see the darkened spot there where his sap had joined with her love juice and flooded from their bodies.
"I'll hang around for a few days. But I wish to hell you'd tell me a little more about all this ..." Before he could finish, Monica had padded over to him and thrown her warm curves into the circle of his arms. He hugged her hard, kissing and nuzzling the raven softness of her hair.
"Thank you," she breathed, kissing his shirt front wet.
"I'm going down to get a drink of water," he whispered, "you want some?"
"Please yes!" Her eyes stared hotly at him. "We still have more time today before Royce is back ... more time for love!"
There was an insistent urgency in Monica's voice that sounded odd. Something hungry ... even greedy in the way she'd formed the word love with her full lips. He thought about it all the way downstairs. What the hell was going on anyway? He didn't like playing the part of the fall guy, much as he was attracted to the lovely Monica. But the girl was obviously in some kind of trouble and Royce had something to do with it. Brent was halfway up the stairs again, the two glasses in his hands when he heard the gurgling moan from his room. He never made it a habit of eavesdropping but he found himself tiptoeing the rest of the way to the landing and then inching quietly towards his half-open door.
Monica was stretched out on her back on the bed when he peeked around the corner. In one hand she held his hunting knife, the blade still sheathed in leather but the smooth-surfaced handle pushed deep into her pussy. With her other hand she stroked her clit, humping her hips up and down against the tickling friction. Brent squeezed the cool glasses to make sure he wouldn't drop them. He'd fucked her good, fucked her hard and clean and thoroughly and still she needed more. It hadn't been half an hour and she was already crazy with wanting more sex.
Wide-eyed he watched the honey slickened knife handle slide in and out of Monica's swollen pussyhole. Her toes were pointed down against the bed and her head was thrown back, mouth slack with lust. Despite just having enjoyed a fantastic fuck, Brent felt his cock thickening in his pants from watching the strange antics of the dark-skinned beauty on the narrow bunk in his room. He moved quietly back to the stairs, made a loud shuffle to let her know he was coming and then walked down the hall and into his room. Monica was sitting up, legs still spread. He could see she'd shoved his hunting knife back into the drawer where she'd found it because she hadn't managed to get it all the way shut.
Monica gulped thirstily at the water he handed her and then took his hand and pulled him down beside her. Before he could say a word, her quick fingers had worked open the buttons of his fly and she was prying his thickening meat out of the tangle of his underwear.
"Let's suck each other, honey," she murmured with a longing look. This time Brent let Monica undress him. When she'd tossed his jockey shorts onto the floor and climbed upside down over his body, he was eager himself to really work over her dripping pussy with his mouth. It had tasted good before, but that was all he'd had ... a taste.
Monica pushed herself back over him. He felt her warm palms take his erect cock and begin to jack the skin up and down as she wetted the head with just the very tip-end of her tongue. Above his face he could see the smooth, brown undersides of Monica's ass. He could see the perfect swells divided down the middle. The tiny knot of her rectum was slightly pinker than the dusky surrounding flesh. With his eyes he followed the slit until it deepened. Her outer lips were spread like they'd been when he'd licked her before, but this time he was looking at her upside down. He could see new lumps and hollows and the faint aroma of his own jizz came to his nose.
Monica rocked her broad hips and pushed back towards his face. Brent sucked in an excited breath just before the outer lips settled on each side of his mouth. Monica stopped for a moment there and rolled her ass to smear the flooding juice over his cheeks. Brent knifed out his tongue and fluttered it up and down. The brown girl moaned and pressed herself down harder, slipping back so that he felt her turgid clit gliding slickly up along his chin. When it was even with his mouth, he sucked it between his teeth and began to nibble gently.
Monica started a motion that ground her tender parts against his teeth. Brent ran his hands up and down her sides, tracing the sharp inward curve at her waist and rubbing the soft cushion of her belly. Monica had been hypnotized by his attention to her pussy, but now she came alive again. He felt his cock covered suddenly by the heat of something wet and hot. Monica had formed her mouth into a perfect O and was plunging her head up and down over his shaft. He felt her tongue curving to conform to every bump of his glands as she twisted first one way and then the other to change the friction. One of her hands fondled his balls wildly while the other jacked the skin of his prick down near where it grew from his body.
The feeling was so intense, Brent pulled his knees up and widened his thighs so Monica could stroke more of him. He felt her fingers tickling over his ass, teasing between his cheeks until he jerked and twitched. It was hard to concentrate with her devouring him like that, but Monica's insistent movements brought him back to what he had started with his tongue. He'd just begun to suck her clit again when the sex-crazed Monica took her mouth from his cock and jumped off the bed.
"Hurry baby! Monica wants it like a doggy! Oh fuck me like a doggy, please baby please!"
By the time Brent had swung his legs off the bed, Monica was on all fours on the floor. Her wide, curving ass was tossing and pawing the air like she hadn't had a good cock in months. Brent still hadn't fully recovered from their first fuck, and then her mouth over him had seemed to sap more of his energy. But now, seeing her on the floor, head low, ass high and winking at him, he felt new reserves of strength.
"Jesus, you look good!" he said, falling to his knee. Monica's crazy sex fit had him crazy too. He stopped with his face close to one brown ass cheek and began to kiss it ravenously. The dark girl groaned and widened her knees on the floor. Brent shoved his hand between her thighs and stroked slowly back. A glossy smear came away on his fingers and palm and he wiped it excitedly across his face where more of her honey was just beginning to dry.
"Tease me with it! Slide it under my pussy, Brent!"
Holding his pounding prick with one hand, he guided it under the parted labia and rubbed back and forth until the top side of the shaft was dripping with Monica's gushing juice. Again she widened her knees and he sensed a softer blooming that touched his cock with more of her heat. He could tell where her hole was now and when she arched her back and tilted her pelvis to make the angle better, he pushed his glands inside the spasming ring of muscles. His fleshy cock hung there, just barely covered by her pussy. Then Brent grabbed the sharp edges of her hipbones and holding her firmly, drove deep into the satiny well.
"Ahhhhhh!" Monica grunted, going down hard on her elbows with the power of his thrust. Brent gasped with the wondrous feeling of her vagina clasping around him. Slowly he pulled back, savoring each ripple and fold, loving and sucking sound her pussy was making as he began to fuck inward again.
"Honey, you got a nice cock!" Monica's head tossed, sweeping black hair over the bare floor in front of her. Brent had her hips firmly in his grasp now and was fucking deep each time. When he held himself all the way in, Monica seemed to go crazy. She threw her ass up and down as if she'd been gaffed like a sail fish. As she rolled her well-formed body, Brent slid a hand up her belly again until he found one heavy hanging breast. The girl gave a shrill cry as he thumbed hard at the nipple. The brown nipple grew under his steady touch until it jutted from the surrounding rosette a good inch.
"Baby! Oh baby, you gonna kill Monica for sure!"
Brent smiled and kissed the lovely girl's back. "I can feel your cunt move around me when you throw your ass!"
"Like this?" she murmured, tracing a slow, sensuous circle with her full, brown bottom. Brent closed his eyes and gasped with passion as the bands of muscles deep within her tightened and then twisted. The velvety, honey soaked lining swathed over his glands, tightened more and then seemed to move in the opposite direction.
"Goddamn!"
"How about this?" Monica cooed, obviously enjoying the pleasure she was giving. Brent was sure to shove his cock as deep as he could get it this time. Inside another layer of muscles came into play. They were firmer, deeper inside the dark girl's guts. Something tight seemed to close down behind the flared ridge of his glands and squeeze there as Monica made sharp, bobbing bumps with her pelvic cradle. Then she loosened the feather-smooth linings and brought her knees suddenly together, humping and arching her back as fast as she could while she held his embedded prick.
"Mother fucker!" Brent groaned, his balls pulsing with itchy aches. He wanted like crazy to spray Monica's insides with his slick jizz again. And the way she was moving, it seemed as though she wanted the same thing.
"Yeah baby," the sensual Monica breathed, "do it fast! Fuck me like hell now!"
Circling his arms under her luxurious belly, Brent tucked his hips under with quick, full jabs. The sensation of his steely, slick shaft gliding deep into the girl's smooth, hot pussy made the drool trickle from the corner of his mouth. He bit a red place just between Monica's shoulder blades and the girl tossed her head to let him know she liked it. Again and again, he pushed his prick into the flooding sheath of her musky pussy. It wouldn't be long before he'd explode, but he was trying hard to sense the raven haired beauty's excitement too.
Monica had gone into a kind of trance. Her breath came in fast, short puffs and when Brent looked back along her calves, he saw that her toes were splayed out from the tension of the unrelenting throes that had begun to wrack her body. Suddenly she was straining one long brown arm under her belly, between her thighs. Brent felt his balls being tickled and then held softly in her strong fingers. She cried some word in Spanish and rolled his balls around in their sack. A sudden jolting spasm shot through his prostate and Brent knew that already the potent seed was being sucked up from the very things Monica was handling so sexily. He stroked deep and felt the first scalding stream of cum spew from the tip of his cock. Monica's ass was flopping and plunging and tossing in a convulsing uncontrolled way. She squeezed harder at his nuts and more spurting cream flooded from the tip of his cock. Brent closed his eyes to the itchy goodness of it. He felt the hot cream flooding back along the sides of his shaft and leaking out around the edges of Monica's pussy hole. Her knees were wide apart again and he had his hands hooked under her pelvis bones so he could drive as deeply as he needed to massage the tantalizing friction of his exploding penis.
The indescribably soft insides of the brown girl's body undulated and rolled around the swollen crown of his prick as yet more seed jetted out into the waiting mouth of her womb. When he pushed his fingers up over her clitoris for the first time, he found the muscle firm and quivering. It responded to his touch and he began to rub the butter slick nubbin.
"Jesus in heaven!" Monica groaned. The intensity of her orgasm was suddenly increased and Brent thrilled to feel her already feverish body come alive with new energy. She flopped the side of her face to the floor and began to croon some wordless sex chant as his plunging hips shoved her forward an inch at a time over the smooth surface.
With a final scream of agonizing joy, Monica rolled sideways and Brent's prick came out of her with a slick pop. She lay there writhing, eyes half closed, her own fingers touching the nipples of her breasts while he staggered to the bed. His cock was beginning to droop and as he sat there, he watched the blood recede from the spongy tissue of his glands, watched the stiff shaft soften and grow shorter. There was something very strange about Monica's sudden need to screw. He had begun to puzzle over the things she'd told him ... and hadn't told him about Royce.
Late in the afternoon Royce's old truck bounced into the yard. But Brent heard another, smoother running engine and when he looked around the corner of the house, he widened his eyes in surprise. A shiny red Ford pickup with a camper on the back was stopped next to Royce's old Dodge. There was a girl in it ... no, two girls. And one of them had such an angelic look about her that Brent leaned against the clapboard sidings and just stared. Already he was wanting her.
The next half hour passed in a daze of thinly veiled looks and hand-holding as Brent tried to convey to the young girl that he was more than a little interested in her. Mary Ann and her sister Ruth, as Royce had introduced them had gotten into trouble with their truck overheating on the state highway outside of Broken Wheel. Brent knew that Royce's offer to help was a shuck. He'd help the pair alright, but somehow things would work out to his benefit. Somehow the innocent sisters would end up holding the short end of the stick. It would be hard for him to watch after both of them all the time, but he made a vow to keep his eye on the younger one, the fifteen-year-old. He'd found out her age as soon as he'd taken her off the porch with him and showed her the grassy shade under the big oak in back where he liked to loaf away the hottest daylight hours.
"You mean, you just drive from place to place?" Mary asked, eyes wide with admiration.
"In a way," he smiled back. "See, I've got this license to buy used cars wholesale. I find a clean little convertible or something in Denver that I know would sell quick in L.A. Then I buy it, drive it to the coast and turn a profit." He saw the awe in Mary Ann's face and figured he could risk slipping his arm around her thin shoulders. The girl rubbed a finger across her freckled nose and moved to let him pull her closer.
"It sounds exciting, always on the move like that."
"It gets lonesome though," he said, giving Mary a look that she could only understand to mean that he'd like to have her along to keep him warm nights. She shook her light brown locks out over her shoulders and blushed.
"What was that you said about Royce? Not to trust him and all."
"It's nothing I know for sure. But he's just the kind of guy who rips people off. He owes me a hundred bucks and I don't expect to get it back. I was leaving today until I saw you." He nuzzled his nose in her hair and then kissed it lightly. Brent realized he was stretching the truth a bit, but Mary didn't have to know he'd promised to watch over Monica too. At least until he could dig up a few more facts about what game Royce was playing.
"I shouldn't let you do this!" Mary Ann whispered, glancing at the way Brent had his fingers curled tight around her shoulder, "I mean we hardly know each other."
They were shielded from view of the house by an old rock wall and Brent was sure that the cool privacy was working in his favor. Most young girls loosened up fantastically when they knew no one was around to watch their frolics. Already he was fairly certain that Mary Ann was a virgin. He was pretty good at guessing such things. It was something in the way she carried herself, something in the prancing coyness of her ass. When she'd been thoroughly fucked, Mary would loosen up in the hips ... she'd sway a little more with each step. Brent kissed her hair again and then her cheek. He wanted to be the one to bring about that change.
"Ohhhh gosh," she sighed, as he found the corner of her mouth with his tongue and gently began to part her lips.
He had his eyes on the crotch of her shorts as he kept teasing her there, not really kissing her mouth yet, making her want it first. When her bottom squirmed a little against the grass, he smiled and covered her mouth completely with his. Mary Ann's panting breath smelled like chewing gum and ambrosia and her thin arms circled behind his neck as he slipped her down to a horizontal position. Mary was half under him now and he could feel the soft swells of her breasts under the bright yellow blouse she had on. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was a good sign.
"I don't know what's gotten into me," Mary sighed, as he began to work his tongue against the hot hollows of her neck, "I mean, I liked you right off ... the first time I saw you standing there in the yard!"
"I liked you too, Mary." Brent was telling no lie. Already he was wondering how it would be to have such a divine little animal wandering back and forth across the country with him. He'd chanced his hand as far as her tummy and still Mary hadn't tensed to tell him she didn't go along with what he was doing. The edge of her blouse was easy to slip a finger under and then he had two against the downy softness of her lower belly.
"We shouldn't!" she murmured. "Not here!"
Just like he'd figured. She wanted more privacy. "Come on, I know a place."
Brent had to straighten his cock up along his belly under the tightness of his jeans just so he could stand up. Mary Ann caught a glimpse of what he was doing and smiled slightly. That smile said allot about her. Brent figured she was a heavy make-out artist but when it came time for the boy to stick it in she probably balked. Not that she meant to be a tease ... it was just her nature. The nature of a virgin who wanted to stay that way.
He led her through the crumbling ruins of some out buildings and into the old, barn way back of the house. Inside the straw was fresh and clean in one dim corner. Brent spread an old blanket down and then pulled the curvy, firm body of his newfound angel hard against him. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, her hands stroking his back in a knowing way. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse then, taking his time so that he could kiss the white skin between her breasts where the sun hadn't touched. Mary's midriff was tan, showing the marks of a recent bikini. Brent guessed that her ass would be snow white too, though her slender thighs were tanned like her belly and arms. Mary Ann let him slip the blouse back over her shoulders, moaning softly all the while. Her titties were perfect. She cuddled her hands around his head as he sucked and kissed one lovely nipple, feeling it grow stiff against his tongue.
"This is so crazy, Brent," she mumbled, "it's like I've known you for a long time." Mary made him look up at her. "But we can't ... you know. Go all the way."
Brent had been ready for that. But he wasn't in any hurry yet. There was still plenty of fun things to do, and Mary Ann's adolescent body seemed to just beg for eating. In the cool darkness of the barn corner he started sliding her shorts down over her narrow hips. She let him undo her sandals and take them off too. It was only when he reached for that final piece of clothing ... those silky pink panties ... that brought things to a halt. Mary's warm fingers closed over his.
"We'd better leave them on ... this first time."
He knew her game and smiled despite the madness other girls like Mary Ann had driven him to. But those other girls had been old enough to know better. He could forgive Mary because of her age.
"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want."
Mary sighed with embarrassment. "Oh god, I just met you and everything and here you got me undressed already. You must think ..."
"I don't think anything but how beautiful you are, and how much I like you." He started pulling the panties down again and this time Mary let him, though her fingers clung to the sheer things for a moment. They made a silky sound as they slid over her smooth thighs and calves. Mary pointed her thin feet to let him get them off. Brent thought his cock was going to bust right through his blue jeans if he didn't let it out.
Mary Ann rolled over onto her stomach and looked away as he started to undress. "I feel so ... weird. I mean, I'm supposed to be in Albuquerque meeting my folks. If they just knew ..."
Already he had his things off. Mary's girlish body trembled as he kissed the soft places behind her knees and started working a wet line up the backs of her thighs with his tongue.
"Oh don't!" she sighed, rolling over onto her back again. For the first time-Brent had a really good view of her pussy. It was covered with fine sparse curls of brown hair. He could easily see the hard bump of her pubic bone and the soft plumpness of her labia. Her belly was covered with down, snowy where the sun had bleached it and blond where her skin was still white. Mary sensed the hunger he felt.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She pushed her thighs tight together as if she wasn't sure whether he found her pretty or not. Brent smiled and firmly pried her knees apart once again. Mary resisted at first but he kept the pressure and she finally let him divide her. Then he wiggled down on the blanket between her open legs, his face just below the still closed slit of her girlness.
"Brent," she said, voice shaky, "what are you doing?"
There was no coyness or false modesty in Mary Ann's voice now and Brent was overjoyed in his certainty that the fifteen-year-old had never had her pussy eaten by a man before. She caught the sides of his head frantically with both hands and began to squirm her hips backwards on the old blanket. The straw crunched under them and he heard Mary whimper. But he easily held her bottom still and speared his tongue against the white skin just above where her crack started. Mary twisted and tried to close her legs, but he was wedged firmly between them. She pushed herself up on elbows, eyes scared.
"God no, Brent ... you don't want to ... I mean, it's ..."
"Naughty?" he asked.
Mary dropped her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. Brent wedged himself deeper between the gap of her thighs and forced them further apart. Her cunt lips were parted slightly now and he could see the thin strip of glossy membranes, pink and smooth and delicious looking. This time he let his tongue push into the hot slit. As he brushed wetly over the flaccid nubbin of Mary Ann's clitoris, the girl dug her fingers into the side of his head again and tried to push him away.
"Noo Brent ... Ohhhhh god, you just can't do this!" She raised a knee weakly and then let it flop down again. Brent let the point of his tongue dance over the small button until it began to grow firm. Mary's grasp loosened and one of her hands slipped down to his neck. Her fingers twitched there under his ear as if she didn't know what to do next. Slowly, so as not to scare her, Brent eased one of her legs up until Mary Ann's thigh was almost touching her tummy. Then he lifted the other one and did the same, moaning greedily at the dainty pinkish colors as her pussy lips were stretched open. He remembered the dark beauty of Monica's vulva and marveled at how two girls so completely different could both be perfectly lovely to eat out. Mary gave a whine and squirmed her ass in an effort to pull away from his mouth, but the movement only made her tiny inner lips bloom out, unsticking themselves from the buttery flesh near her vagina. With her stretched apart like that Brent could see her hymen clearly. Yes, she was a virgin alright. No cock had ever thrust into the heat of her belly. No cock had ever spurted it's hot sap into her womb. And Brent wanted very badly to be the first to knife into that dazzling heat. He looked up over her body as he licked her clit. Everything about Mary was the epitome of youthfulness. The way her belly sunk in flat and hard under her rib cage. He could even count her ribs, the girl was so free of fat. And because she was so lean, her small breasts seemed bigger than they really were. He liked the size of them though, even after enjoying the lushness of Monica's brown tits only hours before.
Mary was holding her legs back by herself now, liking the way his mouth worked at her delicate parts. She groaned and arched her back sideways on the hay as he flattened his tongue and pushed it back and forth over her unbroken cherry. Brent wondered if he could break through it with just the point of his tongue, though not really considering something so drastic. He wanted to work the girl up until she really wanted to fuck. Even if it took a day or so, it would be worth it.
"Oh Brent, I never felt anything like this!" Mary Ann gasped. Her small fists drummed the blanket covered hay. She unconsciously pushed her shaking fingers across the risen nipples of her breasts and arched her head back hard. Brent noticed that her bottom had begun to move in a slow, rolling motion. The movement was very slight, but it showed how worked up he'd gotten her. The warm juice that flooded from her pussy had an almost perfumy smell to it. There was the hint of sharp musk too and Brent found he was crazy over the combination of aromas.
Once more Mary Ann arched her back as if she were trying to escape, but it was a useless gesture, only serving to let him fasten his mouth tighter around her vulva. At that moment Mary did something which brought added blood to the head of Brent's cock. She began to rub the bottom of one soft foot up and down his arm. It was as if she was scratching an itch, and Brent quickly found the tender sole and dug his fingernails into the yielding skin.
"Uhhhhhh, Oh darling!" Mary Ann's lithe body went rigid and then bucked wildly under his caressing mouth and hands. The feel of her small back cradled in his grip drove Brent half mad with wanting her. It would be easy to throw himself up over Mary's flailing young body and drive his steely prick into the mushy, unbroken cherry that protected her vagina. She wouldn't have time to resist and he could easily force her to surrender even if she fought like a wildcat. But even if he'd been ruthless enough to pull it off, Brent knew it was too late. Mary Ann was cuming. He could feel the muscles in her loins tighten convulsively against his mouth and the tumid lump of her clit was blood filled and hot as he tongued it. The girl began to whimper in a delicate, childlike way ... like someone was holding a piece of candy just out of reach.
"Ohhhhhh ... do it harder! Please ... Brent ... Ohhhhhh help!"
He smoothed his palms under her humping bottom, loving the firm feel of her flesh and the jerky, girlish way she moved. It wasn't the smooth sensual rhythm of the dark-skinned Monica and yet every bit as bewitching to watch. Mary's breasts heaved on her chest and she tightened her fists again to drum the blanket until dust flew up. Brent could feel every small fold of her pussy as the membranes shifted and throbbed under his lips. Then poor Mary Ann quivered and went stiff as a board. He knew enough to slow his friction and then stop altogether. When his mouth pulled away with a smack, another shiver ran through the slender girl's shoulders and she pulled in a shuddering lungful of air.
Though eating pussy always turned him on, Brent was surprised to find his cock about to burst semen all over everything. He knew that it wouldn't take but a touch or two for the seed to roll out, but he didn't want to do it himself. He wanted the darling angel before him to grab it herself. Brent was so eager to cum, he decided that a little acting wouldn't really hurt anyone. Mary Ann would either fall for it or laugh at him, and he doubted she was sophisticated enough to guess he might be putting her on.
"Mary - Jesus, you've got to help!" He writhed onto his back and wrinkled up his face in a convincing grimace of pain. The raggedly breathing girl pushed herself up from the blanket and kneeled there beside him, an anguished look in her big green eyes.
"What's wrong Brent ... tell me!"
"When a guy gets to a certain point, he can't go back. You ... gotta touch me ... hurry!"
He watched her face change as she took her first real look at his cock. Her breathing quickened and she reached a hand out as if she were about to touch a red hot poker.
"It's bigger than the ones ..." Her cheeks went vivid red, " ... I mean it's so big!"
Brent managed to keep his smile from showing, though the girl had given herself away. He was amused that she was ashamed of having played with cocks before, and made a promise to himself that he'd break her of such a silly attitude.
As her fingers grasped the skin, she automatically began to pump him up and down but quickly stopped. He saw that he wasn't the only one playing a game. The look on Mary Ann's face was pure innocence ... too innocent to believe.
"What do I do n-n-now?"
"Just move it like you were doing a second ago," Brent breathed, pretending more pain, writhing against the blanket under his back. The girl's hands flew up and down and each time her forefinger grazed the flared ridge of his glands, Brent felt his orgasm swell that much closer. There wasn't a bit of doubt in his mind now that Mary Ann had experience with bringing boys off. She'd have to know something so basic to protect her virginity, and the steady, jacking motion of her small hand had started the burning itch of his pleasure. From deep within his body he felt the fluids leap powerfully from their reservoirs and fill his tubes.
"Wow!" Mary cried as the first jolt of seed arched into the air and plopped heavily on Brent's stomach. Another weaker spurt only fountained an inch and then hung in a sticky, white string down over her circled hand. His glands was deep purple now and swollen to its largest diameter. Each time Mary Ann brought her fingers up against it, it seemed to pulse with power. Already the jizz had glossily coated the sensitive membrane and the tiny orifice swelled open with every new jet of cream. Brent closed his eyes as the tremors passed over his body and ebbed away. He felt Mary lessen her pumping motion and then take her hand away, but still he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of the stimulation he'd talked the young girl into performing. The two episodes of that day had tired him more than he'd first imagined. Brent had begun to slip into a comfortable dreaming sleep when the rustle of clothes awakened him.
"Hey," he yelled, jumping up naked. Mary Ann already had her shorts and blouse back on and was sitting on a hay bale by the wall tying up a sandal strap. She bolted towards the door of the barn but Brent caught her by the wrist and whirled her around.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted," she blurted, words tumbling fast and furious. "I've never acted like that with anybody before in my life. I mean, I just don't know what got into me. We were talking under the tree and then you brought me back here and I just couldn't seem to stop ..." Her chin trembled like she might cry and Brent saw that the emotion was real.
"Don't you think I feel the same way?" He shrugged. "I usually give a girl a little time to get used to me but with you I couldn't keep my hands off. We were meant to do this, Mary ... it just had to be." He hugged her tight against him, but though she loosened some, her shoulders were still set stiffly in his embrace.
"I'd better go find Ruthy. After what you said about Royce, I'm worried." Brent watched her trot through the sunlit doorway and out into the barnyard. Then her prancing, teen-age ass disappeared behind a scrub oak bush as she headed towards the house. Lazily he pulled on his jeans and knocked the straw from his cowboy boots before putting them on. He hadn't forgotten that worrisome bastard, Royce, but right now he needed another beer. Ambling out into the daylight, Brent dreamed happily of the next time he could get darling Mary Ann off alone. He didn't plan to let her get away so easily when that happened.
CHAPTER THREE
Ruth Whittiker felt stranger than she ever had in her life. It had started not long after she'd finished the beer Royce had given her. At first she'd only thought the sun had made her a bit flushed, but when Royce had pulled her against him as they walked towards his truck, the touch of his chest had made her giddy with raw desire. The kidding she'd given Mary Ann about sex didn't seem so funny now. This stranger called Royce had a way of looking at a girl, a way of brushing against Ruth as if by accident that made her heart pound. Her loins felt so hot she was certain her nylon panties were soaked through with love butter. And her bare nipples rubbed against her pullover jersey every time she shifted her position in the old truck seat next to Royce.
"It was your thermostat alright," he drawled, "jammed tighter than a rusted up hinge. We'll call from the pay phone in town and get them to send one over from Loonenbury on the bus."
Ruth peered nervously back at the house as the truck bounced and rattled through the gate and out onto the rutted road which led to the highway. "Maybe I should have told Mary where I was going ..."
"Aw we won't be that long." Royce grinned and looked at her hotly with his brown eyes. "Seems like Brent was taking good care of her."
"That's what worries me. I mean she's old enough to take care of herself, but I didn't like the way she just took off like that with a guy she'd only just met."
"You just met me too," Royce laughed. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Ruth was surprised how little resistance she could muster. In fact, she even pushed the palm of her hand across the stranger's chest and let her head lean against his lightly as he drove.
"It certainly is a funny day, not funny ha-ha, but ... you know."
Ruth waited while Royce called from a phone booth next to the small post office building in Broken Wheel. The town looked even smaller than when she and Mary Ann had followed him through it an hour before. There was a bar and a gas station and a couple of small stores. The main street was the only one paved and there seemed to be one abandoned house for every one that looked lived in. Royce came back after a moment but instead of heading back towards the house he took the other road out of town. Ruth was trying hard to suppress the feverish hunger she felt but with Royce sitting there so close again, she was having a hard time keeping her hands off of him. She closed her eyes and let the breeze flop her red braids back as it rushed through the open vent window. She'd spent her life listening to boys beg her for sex favors. Now she found herself trembling in anticipation, praying that Royce would grab her, kiss her ... anything! Ruth took a deep breath and shook her head. No, she had to show more sense than that. Showing a little affection was one thing but letting a guy she hardly knew take advantage of her was ridiculous. Her silly thoughts made her laugh out loud. Here she was accusing the poor guy and he hadn't so much as kissed her yet.
"You must be feeling good," Royce said.
"Don't you think we'd better get back to the house before too long?"
"You're not worried about your sister again are you? I thought you might like to see the old Spanish Cave. It's not more than another three miles." She watched his handsome face crinkle as he squinted ahead down the sun-scorched road.
"A cave?"
"You'll see. Nice place to go on a hot day like this." He hugged his arm around her again. "Besides, the truck part won't be here 'til tomorrow. That's the earliest bus from Loonenbury."
"Well," Ruth sighed, "alright."
Royce parked at the top of a gentle rise and they followed a path down through sage and cactus. There was a steep cliff over hanging the cave and cold spring water dripped down over the yawning opening in a dozen different places. Trees and bushes growing in the year-round moisture were so thick that the two of them had to crawl in on their hands and knees.
"Nobody much ever comes here," he told her, standing just under the overhang. "Too hard to get to for the average picnicker and allot of local people think the cave itself is haunted."
Ruth followed him back into the mouth of the cave. Even after they'd gone deep enough for the light to grow dim, she found she could still stand straight without bumping her head on the mossy ceiling. Royce's hand brushed down over the tight swell of her ass and the quivery thrill he caused made Ruth remember her vow to cool things out.
"It's nice in here," she said, "but kind of eerie too."
Royce was suddenly behind her and she felt his hands dive under the edge of her shorts, under the elastic of her nylon panties. In an instant his fingers had tangled in the red fur of her pussy. Ruth blushed in the dimness of the cave, embarrassed that he knew how juicy she'd become.
"Please, Royce ... not now." He shoved down with a steady pressure. Ruth felt her zipper open, felt her clothes sliding in a sensuous way over the full swells of her ass. "No ... no, Royce."
"Why are you breathing so fast?" he whispered, nibbling the nape of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin and wished it didn't excite her like it did.
"Look, I'm no prude or anything. I've made it with guys before. But I don't just flop and spread for every guy I meet." Ruth bit her bottom lip and tried to ignore Royce's tickling fingers that threatened to force her glowing labia apart. "If we still feel like this after tomorrow, then maybe ..."
"To hell with tomorrow," Royce rasped, "I've got something in my pants you want right now, don't try and fool me."
His hands had worked further down her belly and Ruth could feel a finger hooked up deeply into her pussy. He was rubbing it in circles around the edges of her vagina, pushing in and pulling out ... in and out. Then two fingers started to fuck her and her knees trembled.
"That's it baby, just lean back against me. God you've got a beautiful ass!"
Now one of Royce's hands were pushing up under her striped jersey. With a moan, Ruth twisted in his embrace but his fingers closed over one full breast at the same moment and her resistance was weakened.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yessss ... I mean no! Royce, quit now! I mean it!"
Royce ignored her completely. "Your turn to touch me, Ruth baby."
Ruth felt a hand close over her wrist like a vise. Slowly he turned her around in the gloom of the cave. She could barely make out his features and once she almost stumbled as her shorts and panties slid down around her ankles. Her mind was a mass of confusion. It was so hard to concentrate on getting out of that damned place. And the cool air on her bare bottom felt ... lovely. Yes, she had to admit that it did!
"Oh god!" It had been the sudden heat against her knuckles. Then Royce was prying them apart with his powerful fingers. Her closed fist came open and he made her encircle his cockshaft. Ruth swallowed. She was dizzy and short of breath. Never in her life had she felt anything so big. It was like the organ of a horse, big and thick and long. Shaking, she traced the length of it back to where it jutted from Royce's body. His pubic hair was thick and tight and his ball sack was pulled up tight against the underside of the pulsing cock.
"Lay down!" Royce ordered. His hands clasped her wrists hard and he began to push her down through sheer force. Her arms were bent until she had to fall to her knees. Then Royce was shoving her backwards. Ruth felt the damp sand against her back where her jersey had been jerked up. A tiny rock pushed up into the meat of her bottom, but she couldn't bother with that now. Royce meant to force that ... that thing up inside her body. She knew she wasn't big enough to take it.
"I'm begging you to stop," Ruth whined, but Royce was yanking her pullover up over her head. She tried to renew her struggles, but was surprised at her waning strength. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't make her mind work fast enough to think of a way out. Yet one thing raged inside her with insatiable power ... she wanted Royce to touch her again, scared as she was of what he meant to do.
"You were born to fuck," he said, voice low and passionate. "You love to fuck, don't you?"
"Royce ... please ... I feel so strange!"
"Tell me the truth ... you love to fuck ... say it!
"I ... I love to ... yes, I love to fuck!" The words had sounded so odd in her throat, as if someone else were speaking them. And yet Ruth knew it was her own voice, her own mouth doing it
"You love my cock too," Royce whispered hotly in the darkness of the cave. "You want to run your fingers over it ... go ahead, touch it!"
With a moan of lust, Ruth reached out and began to fondle Royce's throbbing penis. The skin was soft and moved loosely over the steely hardness underneath. She began to jack it up and down, panting hard as new surges of blood swelled it tight against her clasping fingers.
She thought of Mary Ann back at that strange house. She thought of her folks waiting in Albuquerque. Ruth tried with all her might to hold onto something familiar in her thoughts, something that would make sense. But time and time again, Royce's murmured words knifed through her consciousness and made her forget everything ... everything but the exquisite shape of his huge prick. It was so heavy in her palm and the head was like a smooth-domed torpedo. Unconsciously she licked her lips ... what was he saying now? What was Royce saying?
"Yes ... put your tongue out ... you want to taste the skin ... you want to feel how big it will be inside your mouth."
"Noooooo ... Oh god in heaven!"
"Listen Ruth," he said, squeezing his hand, under her chin, making her look up. She could barely make out his sharp, sparkling eyes. There was a twist to his lips that seemed so ... sexy. "Listen," he said again, "hear your heart? It's beating like that because you want to put your mouth around my cock. You want to suck my cock."
"Yes," she hissed, licking her lips wetter. The taut glands was just under her nose now. She could smell a faint muskiness. Mansweat and sex. Her hand moved slowly upwards against the flared ridge and she watched blood throb into the spongy tip. Like in a trance, she pushed her tongue out and flattened it against the underside of Royce's penis. Then she opened her mouth wide and let her head fall forward. Something hot and huge and rubbery was pushing her jaws apart. Hands against the back of her head held her ... forced her further forward.
"Ohhhhmmmm!" she mumbled as the bobbing shaft pressed against the roof of her mouth. Panicked for a moment, Ruth lapped her tongue convulsively, afraid of being choked. Royce gasped and lowered his hips over her face. Ruth cried out but it was choked off by the thick organ that filled her mouth completely now. The two of them slumped sideways in the damp sand, Royce keeping a firm grip of her head all the time. Ruth sensed that he was kicking off his pants and then she felt a bare leg hook up her side. The cock in her mouth was forced deeper and then drawn back. The motion was repeated and the hot spit crackled around the corners of her mouth as his cock bumped her front teeth.
"It feels good to lick it with your tongue, doesn't it?" Royce whispered in the darkness. Without even thinking about what he'd said, Ruth curved her tongue tightly around the underside of the swelled glands and sucked noisily. The huge thing raged with more heat, throbbing powerfully with every beat of Royce's heart. His pumping motion quickened and more of the long, heavy thing was speared into Ruth's mouth. A droplet of spit dribbled down her chin. She could feel the veins bulging along the shaft as it sliddered in and out.
"I'm going in deep now," Royce breathed, "just tell yourself it won't gag you and it won't. Relax and concentrate on licking the tip every time I pull back."
A tug of fear tingled up Ruth's spine but it was already too late for that. The thick cock plunged deep. She felt it brush her tonsils and when the choking spasm threatened to make her throat buck, she tried to remember Royce's words. The tremor subsided and he pulled back. Greedily she lapped at the twin lobes just below his orifice, but immediately he rammed deep again. This time the smooth-rounded glands raked the very back of her throat and Ruth's whole body jerked as the gag knifed through her.
"Easy baby," Royce soothed, petting her face. This time when he pulled back, he took his cock all the way out and pressed it's spit-soaked heat up against her cheek. "You did just fine.
"I know you think it's too big, but I've fucked girls half your size with it. Even your sister could take it easily." Royce laughed and the echo from far back in the cave sounded spooky. Ruth puzzled over the sound of her sister's name as if she was drugged. Why was Royce talking about Mary Ann? Was he going to fuck her too? Then a keen prickle of pain made her flop wildly on the ground. She tried to push her legs out straight again, but found that Royce had hooked his shoulders under the backs of her knees. The mouth of her vagina felt stretched and full. As the muscley ring stretched open, she clearly felt the ridged crown of Royce's prick push inside with a wet thumping sound.
"Noooooo ... Oh god noooo!"
"Feel how big it is?" Royce growled against her neck. His teeth tickled over her throat, found an ear lobe and sucked it. "It's stretching you to the same size. You'll always need one this big from now on!"
Ruth pushed her hands frantically against his broad chest. An instant of clear consciousness blasted through her head. She was naked on her back in the dirt in some old cave and there was a man on top of her with his cock against her pussy ... a man she hardly knew. He was trying to push his prick deeper at that very moment! And it hurt too!
Concentrating all her strength, Ruth tried to wriggle free from Royce's embrace. But the strong muscled man had hooked his arms completely under her knees and as she struggled, he only pushed her thighs harder against her belly. Ruth felt her vulva peel even further apart and felt the hugeness of Royce's shaft slipping into the heated softness of her pussy. Whimpering, she thrust her bottom around, hoping she could twist her vagina away from him. But the rigid organ was already snagged within her. The walls of her vagina rippled and clasped the juice-smeared thing, drenching it with more slippery honey. The muscles along Royce's back stiffened as he hunched his hips under powerfully. His cock nestled deeper in the feather-soft flesh.
Ruth felt her braids being taken down. Then Royce untangled the strands by running his fingers through them. He was kissing her hair, moaning crazily as he nuzzled it against his face and fucked steadily in and out with his hips. Little by little his cock was dividing her inner membranes. Deep within her belly Ruth felt the fullness, felt the upward jutting rod that forced its way between other organs. Sometimes when he pulled it back, she thought he was going to strip her guts out of her. Oh but it felt so good too! The way her hole was pulled into her body as he fucked tightened the soppy flesh around her clit. Groaning with renewed lust, Ruth forced her back into a sharp curve and rubbed it with frenzied energy against the hardness of Royce's pubis.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, rubbing harder. Her fingers sank into the flesh of his back and she suddenly wished he would take one of her breasts into his mouth. "Ohhhhh damn it feels so good!"
"I knew you'd like it," Royce murmured against her ear, "a girl like you needs a big cock."
"Yes ... I do!" Ruth couldn't bother worrying about what she said anymore. The swollen shaft that had been forced up inside her body was moving in and out in a wary that made her ass move with convulsive jerks of excitement. She twisted her hips sideways and felt the tip of Royce's cock gouge into the walls of her pussy, stretching them even more. Then she plunged up and down as he pumped. The friction over her clitoris was increased to an excruciating level. Her juice gushed from around the edges of her hole. She could feel her red cunt hair plastered slickly against her labia and the motions of their fucking made a sucking sound that made Ruth's nipples bum. Finally Royce was licking his way down over the full plumpness of one breast. He mouthed the rosette roughly and then swirled the pink nub between his teeth and rolled it with his tongue.
Ruth thrust her chest up hard against him, feeling the soft titty-flesh pillow around his cheeks and chin. It was lovely! It was unbearably lovely! The touch of his fingers gripping down on her pelvis sent her into new spasms of thrusting, squirming passion. Royce slipped his arms from under her legs and though she could have pushed them out straight, she scissored them tightly around his waist instead. He lifted her ass from the sand and inched forward on his knees. Only her back and shoulders were against the ground now as he rammed into her again and again. Ruth felt his balls swinging loose now, flopping against her ass when he went deep. They felt wet too, wet from her flooding juices.
"Ruth baby," Royce sighed, "how does it feel?"
"Heavenly," she whimpered, "I'm gonna cum ... Oh Royce, you're tearing me apart!" And then the throes swept up through her thighs in alternating waves of cold and heat. She bucked against the gritty sand and kissed Royce's neck with her open mouth, licking and sucking crazily as the consuming tickle ravished her senses. Her clitoris was rigid against the friction of Royce's body and each time his cock plunged into the hot well of her pussy, Ruth babbled. Her loins were on fire. Her nipples glowed. She held to the man above her and fucked for all she was worth.
"Oh shit! Fuck! Ohhhh yesssss!"
Suddenly she felt Royce pulling his cock free from her body. There was a shivery sensation of emptiness as her hole closed back on nothing. He was kneeling over her now and in the glimmers of light that came from the mouth of the cave she could see the heavy sap still spurting from the orifice at his tip.
"Finish me with your hand," he choked, "and rub my seed into your skin."
Dazed with the radiant sensuality of the moment, Ruth hurried to obey. Her hand clasped the glossy slickness of Royce's cock and milked more heavy floods of seed from his body. As the hot curds hit her belly, she spread them around with her free hand, smearing a sticky coating over her breasts, and even up under her chin. Royce watched with an intense expression, mouth slack from the itchy goodness Ruth's hand was teasing from his swollen prick. Then they were both still.
Ruth couldn't remember how she got dressed. She only knew that she was gloriously tired and very, very weak. Somehow they made it out of the cave and back through the almost impenetrable jungle of undergrowth. Royce had to half carry her to the truck and as soon as she was inside, she slumped down on the seat and laid her head on his lap. Thoughts she couldn't cope with continued to invade her mind. The shock of realization of what she'd done there in the darkness of that cave was enough to make her shoulders shake, but she told herself she wouldn't cry. After all she wasn't some silly virgin, like her sister. She'd screwed before. But this had been different. Royce had made her do things, say things she had never dreamed of saying to any man. Once she'd almost sucked a boyfriend's cock, but something had made her stop. Royce had easily talked her into it - but how? Even now when she remembered the way that huge thing felt gouging at the back of her throat, Ruth had to whimper out loud.
"Now take it easy," Royce soothed, petting the side of her face as he drove. "You just been fucked real good, that's all. Not many girls forget it when I'm through with them." He circled his fingers around her soft neck and squeezed just to the point of pain. "You won't forget will you?"
"Never! Oh god, I'll never forget!"
"We'll do it again. Soon."
"Yes! Please don't make me wait too long!" Ruth bit her tongue and felt miserable. The words she'd just spoken were truth! And yet she'd tried hard not to say them. But there was no way around the feeling Royce had stirred inside her. If fucking was like that she wanted to eat, drink and breath it! Already she was thinking about that lovely big cock of his, soft now under her cheek. Asleep in his jeans.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mary Ann Whittiker woke up the next morning she had reached at least one conclusion about Royce Hardin. He had given her sister something to make her sex crazy and then taken her somewhere and worked her over good. Mary wasn't sure just what the potion was, but she strongly suspected that it had been in the beer Monica had brought out to them the afternoon of their arrival. If she had gulped hers down like Ruth had, Brent would have easily been able to take her virginity. As it turned out, he almost had. Mary Ann shuddered, wondering if she would have been able to really stop the good-looking boy if he'd pushed things hard enough.
A cool morning breeze blew the curtains out and Mary swung her legs off the bed and sat there looking at her slumbering sister. She'd wanted to sleep in the camper, but Ruthy had been so wasted she'd finally agreed to bed down in this room on the second floor of Royce's house. Mary had wedged a chair under the doorknob before turning in. She didn't trust that Royce any further than she could spit. During the night she'd had a series of mildly erotic dreams. Even now she still felt tickly between her thighs and when she slid her panties down over her lithe hips to put on a fresh pair, the crotch band clung stickily to her juice-damp mound. All this made her even more certain that Royce had given them something in that beer.
She got up and dig in her suitcase for something to wear, remembering the terrible mess Ruth had been in the night before. She'd had to help her sister wash in the bathroom at the end of the hall and when Mary had scrubbed the strange, dried stuff from Ruthy's skin the smell had told her immediately what had been going on. Even Ruth's pretty red hair was plastered with dried semen and her clothes had been full of sand. Mary hadn't bothered to ask what had happened. Ruthy's eyes told the whole story. Even as she'd drifted off to sleep, Mary had watched her moan and writhe under the single sheet, thrusting her hips against the mattress and hugging the pillow until at last her fatigue caught up with her. Mary Ann pulled a pair of cut-off jeans from her bag and stood up. Yes, it had been that beer. The beer the dark-skinned Monica had opened herself. If she could slip downstairs before Royce made it to the kitchen, maybe she could talk to the strange, silent girl. Maybe she could find out something.
Mary pulled the jean shorts up over her slim legs and fastened the leather belt that held the faded material snug against the firm swells of her ass. Then she wiggled into a lavender t-shirt and tucked it in. She turned twice before the aged, mottled mirror by the door, satisfied with the way the thin cotton clung to the undersides of her still growing breasts. Though Brent had pushed things a little, and though she was still a little frightened of his unabashed sexuality, Mary couldn't help thinking of him with affection. He was so much more glamorous than the high-school guys she'd dated back in Warrensville. And so sweet too. If he'd really tried to he probably could have screwed her there in the darkened barn. She'd had just enough of that drugged beer to give him an edge. Mary Ann smiled, thinking about Brent's eager hands on her body. She remembered that he'd had a swallow or two out of her bottle too. It was a wonder that she hadn't ended up like poor Ruthy ... fucked half to death.
A rooster crowed from somewhere outside. The sun was just coming over a hill to the east. Maybe Monica would be in the kitchen by now. It seemed like the girl spent most of her waking hours there anyway.
Mary Ann tiptoed down the stairs and walked stealthily down the short hall towards the back of the house. She was sure she'd gotten up early enough to catch Monica alone, but when she was a few steps away from the kitchen door, she heard Royce's heavy voice and froze against the wall. The door was partly open and she could clearly hear everything that was going on.
"Don't make me take any more of it!" Monica whimpered.
Royce sounded impatient and angry. "You keep forgetting that what I tell you to do, you do!" Mary Ann heard the scuffle of feet and another whine from Monica. She edged close enough to peek through the crack where the door was hinged to the wall. Royce had the raven-haired girl by the wrist. A glass half full of something was in his other hand.
"Listen bitch, I've got a customer coming out in an hour. He's that rancher named Allen and it's the only time he can make it over." Royce twisted his hold on Monica's wrist and the girl's face pinched tight with pain. "Allen's worth plenty and he'll pay good. I don't want him to spread the word around that I gave him some chick that was too tired to lift her ass, you hear?"
"But it's making me sick," Monica cried, "you give me too much ... all the time. I feel like sleeping all day after ..." Mary saw the girl drop her eyes. " ... after I do it with someone."
"Yeah, you look plumb wore out alright." Royce shoved the glass he was holding towards her lips. "That's why I want you to drink this now. Come on, open up!"
Mary Ann held her breath as she watched Monica take the glass in her trembling hand and swallow the amber colored fluid down quickly. Royce grinned as he watched her slender throat pump.
"Okay, let's get down to the cottage now," he said, jerking the dark beauty behind him towards the back door. Mary Ann counted to twenty-five slowly after she heard the back screen slap shut. Then she peeked to make sure the coast was clear and stepped into the empty kitchen. The dregs in the glass Monica had been forced to drink from smelled slightly acrid, but didn't give her any hint as to what Royce was using. The conversation Mary Ann had overheard had convinced her though that her guess had been right.
She was thinking hard about what she should do next when Mary accidentally spotted a small book stuck in the corner of a high shelf. It seemed odd that there were no other books by it, not even an old cook book or anything. Mary Ann got a chair and stretched up on her toes to reach the thin volume. She started to blow the dust from it when she saw that it wasn't dusty at all. Someone had used it recently and there was a book mark stuck in a page somewhere near the middle. Mary studied the faded title on the front.
LOVE POTIONS OF THE ANCIENT WORLD
Heart pounding in her chest, she flipped it open to the marked page. Mary Ann's eyes went wide. The page was finger smudged from use and there were a few figures jotted down in pencil in the margin. The text explained that the formula was an aphrodisiac which partly hypnotized the person who partook of it. Besides increasing sexual appetite, it made the subject very suggestible. Mary swallowed hard and scanned quickly over the ingredients and the amounts recommended for different needs. She didn't recognize any of the herbs mentioned and only a few of the more common substances. But the last sentence on the page made her hair prickle. It stated that the potion was most effective when given in an alcoholic drink.
Mary Ann closed the tiny book and stood there for a long while, her guts tight with fear. What kind of maniac was this Royce anyway? And she'd just watched him feed something suspiciously like the potion to Monica before leading her away to entertain another man. Hurrying, Mary got up on the chair again and put the book carefully back from where she'd gotten it. Then she slipped out the back door, quietly easing the screen closed behind her. The cottage Royce had mentioned was surely the one she'd seen the previous day when Brent had walked with her to the barn. It was a hundred yards behind the house and bordered on one side by a thicket-filled arroyo. Mary clambered down into the water-worn draw and followed it back through cotton wood trees and high grass till she saw the small house above her. Already her sandals were full of tiny rocks and sand and her bare legs had been scratched in a dozen places. But she climbed up the embankment anyway, using tree-branches to pull herself along. There was a window with the panes broken out at the back of the small house. When Mary Ann peeked over the sill she saw Monica stretched out naked on a battered bed. There was no one else in the room but the girl was squirming and groaning low in her throat. Mary felt her own excitement quicken as Monica ran her hands up and down the dusky skin of her belly and rolled her hips. There was no sign of Royce or anybody else yet, so Mary Ann scooted down against the wall and leaned there resting, hardly believing the things she'd discovered that morning. The sun rose more. What seemed like half an hour passed and then she heard the slam of a car door around at the front of the house. There was the drone of men's voices and Mary was certain that one of them was Royce.
Though she knew it was taking a chance, she was dying with curiosity about how Royce worked his little game. Crawling on hands and knees, Mary made it to the corner of the cottage and peered through the thick leaves of a low bush. A long, maroon Cadillac was parked not too far away and a tall, grey templed man in a cowboy hat was talking to Royce near the door of the cottage. But what shocked the breath from her lungs was the young boy by the tall man's side. They were obviously father and son and it was plain that the boy was to have his first experience with a woman. As the man in the expensively tailored cowboy suit talked money with Royce, the son shuffled his feet nervously in the dirt and gazed around with a panicked, wide-eyed look.
Mary Ann was immediately sorry for him. He looked about her age, but boys were always slower to mature than girls, and this one didn't look ready for somebody like Monica. Mary strained to hear what Royce was saying.
"I thought you wanted the girl" he told the man, "but the price is the same no matter who gets her."
The rancher nodded solemnly and fished a calfskin wallet from his jacket. "Well I'm glad she's spirited like you say. Been worrying about Tommy here. He's fifteen and hasn't so much as poked one of those little flit-tails in town." He slapped the boy's back. "Figure this will get him broke in proper like."
Royce scratched his head and nodded. "Oh she'll break him in alright."
Behind her bush, Mary Ann was fuming. How could Royce put a kid like that in the same room with Monica. Especially after he'd given her that ... that awful stuff that made you half crazy. But sure enough she watched the money change hands and then Royce looked at the boy named Tommy and dipped his head towards the cottage. Mary Ann felt like throwing a rock or something. The young boy bit his lip, shrugged nervously and jammed his hands deep in his blue jeans. He had just had a haircut and a wild cowlick sprouted from the back of his head making him seem even younger than his fifteen years. Slowly he followed Royce inside.
Mary had decided to crawl back to her place under Monica's window when she saw Royce join the wealthy rancher again and walk with him towards the Cadillac. She hurried to the rear of the house, taking care to keep herself low. She didn't know what Royce might do if he discovered her there playing detective. After a moment the two men drove away towards the big house and Mary breathed a sigh of relief as she inched her eyes over the sill again and peered into the room where she'd first found Monica.
Tommy was standing next to the wall, hands still in his pockets. Monica got shakily from the bed and went over to him.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" Her breath was raspy and Mary Ann could see the glossy shine of sex butter on the insides of her thighs.
"I ... I guess so. I don't know." Tommy swallowed hard. Mary saw how his shoulders were skinny but starting to broaden. Already he had a trim, sinewy body which would grow stronger in a few years. But his face was like a child. His big blue eyes flitted from one part of the room to the other, never staying on Monica's nakedness for more than a second or two.
"Here," Monica said, breathing hard, "let me undress you."
The boy let her skin off his shirt and then his jeans. But when she took hold of his underwear he gave a little gasp and twisted away. Instead of reasoning with him, Monica gave an angry cry and pushed him down on the bed. Then she ripped his shorts down and yanked them off over his bare feet.
Mary found that as she looked at Tommy's white skin and innocent body her breath came faster. She was aware too that her fresh panties were clinging wetly to the lips of her pussy and it wasn't entirely because the day was turning into a hot one. Monica had taken his cock in one hand and was jacking the snow-white skin up and down. Tommy whimpered and twisted his back against the mattress. He looked confused and scared.
"What's wrong with you!" Monica snapped. "Can't you see I'm burning up!" With a groan of despair, she pushed her face close to his loins and Mary heard a wet sound as the dark-skinned girl sucked the flaccid organ into her mouth. Tommy's eyes went wide and he sucked in a huge breath and held it. Mary had to shove her titties against the side of the house and hold on hard to the edge of the window sill. When she looked again, Monica had shoved his legs apart and was fondling his balls as she bobbed up and down over his stiffening cock.
"Gosh, that feels weird ... ouch!" Monica ignored the young boy's sighing protests. When at last she took her mouth from him with a smack, Mary Ann saw that his young prick was pointing stiffly up along his belly, the foreskin half-pulled back from the blue-tinted glands. His cock skin was shiny with Monica's saliva.
"Now you just stay like that," she told him, "and I'll do the fucking."
Tommy looked as frightened as ever but Mary watched Monica throw one brown leg over his middle and then hold his slender penis up with her hand as she backed down on it. It wasn't nearly as big as Brent's. Mary Ann was sure of that, but it was kind of pretty. It didn't seem right for Monica to be treating the obviously inexperienced boy like she was though. He didn't really look like he was enjoying the experience and Monica was so hopped up on the sex drug Royce had given her that Tommy's small prick wasn't going to help her much.
"Move your hips can't you?" Monica snapped. Her upper lip was beaded with sweat and her long black hair hung down in damp strands over her forehead and face. She straightened her legs out around Tommy's and crushed her breasts down over his chest. The boy gave a gasp of surprise and fought for air as the powerful female plunged her hips up and down.
In this position, Mary Ann could see the sharp, whiteness of his cock sliding into the darkly pigmented membranes of Monica's pussy. Her seething juice had already coated his small ballsack and the slick stuff smacked every time she forced her hole down over his stiffness. Tommy was fully erect now and once when Monica came all the way off of him, Mary Ann saw that his foreskin had been peeled back all the way now to expose the delicately formed glands that was beginning to turn a dark purple. Monica went on pumping her ass hotly over him, trying to make his prick gouge deeper into her body than was physically possible. Tommy looked miserable, though the feeling of his cock surrounded by Monica's clasping pussy had obviously excited him.
A twig snapped behind her and Mary Ann whirled. Royce lurched forward, hands outstretched, but she fell backwards and watched him go crashing against the side of the house.
"Damned little snoop," he spat, getting to his feet. Mary Ann plunged off down the arroyo as fast as she could run. Halfway down to the bottom a loose rock shifted in the crumbling clay and she rolled head over heels until a clump of sage stopped her at the bottom. Above she could hear Royce swearing as he pushed the tree limbs from in front of his face and came after her.
"Brent!" she screamed, running towards the big house. Already her pursuer had reached the bottom of the draw behind her and was gaining.
"I sent Brent into town for that part for your sister's truck!" Royce laughed, "and your sister's still asleep." Mary Ann could see his shaggy head pushing through another low-growing tree as he blundered after her. The keen edge of panic cut through her chest as she ran. What did he want? What did he mean to do? A hidden root caught her sandal and sent her sprawling in the dirt but she was up in an instant, not even noticing the bleeding scratch on her arm.
When she came out of the arroyo near the house she didn't know which way to run. But then realized that if she could make it to her sister's room, Ruth would somehow be able to stop the crazy Royce from hurting her. She had even begun to think she might make it until the back screen wouldn't open. She jerked frantically, sobbing with the realization that someone had latched it from inside. Royce thundered up behind her and clenched arms around her thin body. She smelled his sweat and the musky odor of sex all around him.
"Will you look what old Royce has snagged," he laughed. A hot mouth closed over the back of her neck as her tormentor held her long hair up so he could dig his teeth into her skin. Mary writhed under the strange, sexy feeling, hating Royce and quivering from the inflaming touch of his mouth. "Let's go find us a quiet, private spot, little Mary. What do you say to that?"
She took a lungful of air to scream but Royce closed a big palm over her mouth. When she tried to bite him, he twisted her wrist painfully and she whimpered to let him know he'd won for the time being.
Inside of the barn, Royce began to rub his hand up under her thin t-shirt as he dragged her. Mary Ann groaned in confusion, unable to shut the lovely sensations out of her mind and despising the strong, bullying man for taking advantage of her. His thick fingers massaged the flatness of her belly, raked the edge of her rib cage and squeezed her small breasts until she was breathless.
It was hard knowing exactly where she was because of the sudden change from bright sun to gloomy darkness but Mary heard Royce kick open the door to a storage room as he kept a tight hold on her wiggling body. She was forced down on her back and felt her cut-off jeans jerked down her thighs along with the cunt-damp panties that had bunched in a tangle around her bottom when she'd taken her first fall. Next came her t-shirt and though she stiffened every time Royce touched her, his growling threats made her realize that fighting back would do her no good at all and possibly much harm. She closed her eyes and began to sob quietly, knowing that Royce was almost slobbering on her in his eagerness to ram his cock up into her poor little pussy. She felt rough rope expertly looped over her ankles and wrists. A board along the wall creaked as Royce pulled the bonds tight and stretched her arms high over her head. Then he adjusted the other ropes until her legs were spread well apart. The rough, straw-strewn floor was strange feeling against her bare ass and with not a stitch on, she felt completely vulnerable to anything he might want to do to her.
In the slanting light from a small, dirt smeared window she saw Royce reach for his belt, slip it out of the notch and unbutton his fly. Mary Ann's chest heaved frantically. She could feel her lithe body stretched out taut against the floor and the muscles up inside her vagina begin to contract in jerking spasms in anticipation of the thick organ that was about to be shoved deep into her. But at that very moment there was a noise outside the door. Immediately Mary recognized Monica's lisping accent. She was calling Royce. The door banged as she tried the handle to the storeroom.
"Royce ... are you in there?"
"What do want," he growled, yanking his belt back tight.
"That boy ... Tommy. He ran away." Her voice was scared, shaking. "I tried my best ... I thought it was alright, but he grabbed his pants and ran ..." Royce jerked open the door and plunged out of the room pushing Monica back as he went.
"You stupid bitch! We've got to find him before he gets to his old man. If the kid doesn't get laid, his father will be pissed. I promised him the kid would get a good education."
Mary Ann heard the two of them go out through the larger door outside and slam it behind them. Then there was silence. She tugged wildly at the ropes that held her but it only seemed to make them tighter. She whined in misery, squirming her naked bottom against the rough boards of the floor. There was another sound somewhere. The door again ... someone was coming. Royce coming back probably.
"Oh somebody help me!" she sobbed. The footsteps stopped and then came towards the room she was in. They were too light to be Royce, and it seemed that her cry had brought whoever it was closer. The door creaked open and closed. A slender figure came out of the shadows, a boy. Tommy, the rancher's son!
"Wow," he mumbled, staring at her nakedness. "Who are y-y-you?"
Mary tried to make her voice calm. "Would you get me loose ... please."
"Another one of Royce's girls, huh?" he asked. "That other one I didn't like. I promised my father I'd fuck her good for him, but I couldn't." He blushed at his own blurted words. "You're allot prettier though ... I mean, more my age and everything."
Mary Ann thought she was losing her mind. Tommy was stepping out of his pants, dropping them on the floor. She watched in horror as he crawled over to her and began to pet the skin of her tummy with a trembling, adolescent touch.
"I'm not one of Royce's girls ... I ..."
Tommy kissed her just over the navel and then pressed his cheek against her downy warmth. "I wish Royce woulda let me have you to start with. That other girl kind of scared me." He smiled up at her. "But you're kind of like some of the girls I go to school with, only prettier."
"Please!" Mary begged, "get me loose!"
Tommy's hand roamed lower on her abdomen and the glowing sensations he brought from her depths made Mary's voice choke. She could see the slender staff of his cock, white and stiff.
"It's when girls start grabbing and hugging me that I get scared," the boy said in a quiet voice. "I kind of like it like this if you don't mind."
"Ohhhhh," Mary Ann gasped, wishing she had the will power to keep silent. Tommy shyly kissed her neck and then pressed his lips lightly against hers. He didn't know the first thing about kissing, but the warmth of his eager breath and the nervous point of his probing tongue made Mary's loins flush with turbulent excitement. Unable to stop herself, she squirmed her bottom back and forth, keenly aware of Tommy's weight. Knowing that his cock was slipping lower.
With a moan of passion the boy fumbled his hand around the white shaft and pushed it into the velvety divide of Mary Ann's pussy. She felt her inner lips part around the tip and the full realization of what Tommy was doing made her tuck her ass back away from him. But he guided his slender cock into the wetness again, pushing around the hot glands, hunting for the hole that wasn't there.
"Can't you see I'm a virgin!" she snapped, impatient and angry with this child who thought he would fuck her. Some of her courage returned. How had she become so afraid? Surely he couldn't do any damage ... he didn't even know where ... "Nooooo! Tommy ... Ohhhh you're hurting meeee ..."
It felt as if a sharp knife had been placed against her and then pressed quickly into her body. Then as quickly as the pain had hit her, it was gone. There was a prickly, raw feeling there now and then she knew she could feel Tommy's small cock sliding into her body. Her mind plummeted wildly. God, he'd done it! Somehow he'd broken her cherry ... for the first time in her life a male penis was forcing her vagina apart. She could feel the dainty membranes opening around the slick, stiff thing!
"Jesus No! Oh god in heaven!" Mary Ann bucked her hips in an effort to throw Tommy off. But he curled his hands under the small of her back and hunched his hips forward with short, rabbity jabs. She felt the rigid thing slip further into her pussy. Mary pinched her eyes closed and tried to fight away the radiant excitement that kept making her move her ass against the rough board floor. Tommy didn't know the first thing about fucking, but then neither did she. Yet his shy, uncoordinated movements had her heart pounding wildly. The touch of his belly sliding over hers as he moved. The way his male nipples brushed the white skin of her breasts. He had no hair at all on his chest and the smooth boyish skin felt like satin against her erect nipples. Tommy clutched his arms tighter around her back, fucking his cock all the way into her and holding it there as he panted against her ear.
"I'm doing it!" he murmured proudly, "and it's the best thing I ever felt in my whole life!"
There were allot of things she might say, but Mary couldn't make the words. Her breath was hot and fast in her throat and Tommy was kissing her throat now as he pumped his cock in and out of her slippery hole. With a gasp of passion she threw her head back to let him kiss her more. He was becoming bolder now and she felt the tip of his tongue tickling the softness under her chin and then lick a hot line of spit up to one ear lobe. Her ear! If he started sucking that, Mary knew she was a goner. Already she was in flames, but her ear! As if Tommy had read her thoughts his damp lips closed over the pink flesh and Mary Ann felt his tongue searching each twisted curlicue. She arched her back and drove her tied heels down against the floor. Her breasts flattened against the boy's chest and as he sensed her excitement, Tommy drove his hips against hers feverishly.
"Shit!" he moaned, "Oh shit!"
The emotion was new to Mary Ann. She was pleasing someone ... pleasing a male with her body. And getting pleasure from it too in return. Tommy rubbed a hand down her side, following the inward curve of her waist and then out again over the gentle adolescent width of her hips. She followed his touching with her mind, touching herself through him and loving the way she was put together. When his lips found hers again, Mary Ann kissed Tommy back with a feverish hunger. Her ass pranced furiously under his pumping loins and as the boy sensed this new urgency of the girl under him, he opened his mouth wider. Mary speared her tongue between his teeth and Tommy sucked at it ravenously.
Mary had forgotten where she was, forgotten Royce, almost forgotten the cruel ropes at her wrists and ankles. There was only the slim body pressing her down, the white, butter-slick cock knifing in and out of her pussy. Her toes pointed with the goodness of the fucking. She strained hard against her bonds and the tension brought tingling shivers that coursed through her loins. Down where Tommy was spearing her a strange tingling glow began to spread. She couldn't feel her body joined to her anymore. She could only feel an exhilarating storm of itchy sensations that grew like a huge bubble around her pussy. The tickle grew more intense and she humped her bottom so savagely that the air was pushed from her lungs in sharp, lusty gasps. The bubble spread and took in her breasts. Each nipple was a fiery nubbin of girl flesh. Mary tossed her head. She felt her hair tangle across her face. Tommy was plunging and fucking like he'd gone mad. His cock gouged into the convulsive, muscley depths of her pussy. The ecstatic bubble burst then and Mary Ann cried out with unbridled passion.
"Tommy! Oh god it's ... it's ... Ohhhhhh!"
Her hips moved without her having to make them. Her ass flesh quivered and bounced as she drove against the floor, shifting her pelvis sharply to one side and then to the other. Tommy gasped as the juice drenched folds clasped at his cock. A hot burst of cream fountained suddenly into Mary Ann's young body and as the slim male on top of her moaned against her neck, she once again enjoyed his pleasure. She could almost feel what it was like to him to be enclosed by her slick sucking cunt.
The ropes squeaked from their tightness. Mary felt the cutting pain at her wrists and ankles but the devastating pleasure that racked her body only made that pain into something that felt good. She writhed furiously, feeling her leg muscles cramp from the effort of her rutting spasms. Slowly, the exquisite edge of joy lessened and began to leak away. Mary Ann fought for air, let her arms hang loose again, relaxed her legs. Tommy had stopped fucking in and out now. He had his cock as deep as it would go and gave a gentle nudge with his hips to feel the hot closeness of Mary's vagina around him. When at last he pulled himself from off of her, Mary looked into his face. He was smiling warmly at her and she could think of nothing to do but smile back. Then as if by silent agreement, he began to untie the ropes.
Mary sat there dazed, rubbing the circulation back into her hands and staring down at the milky strings of cum that were beginning to leak from the blood flecked membranes of her cunt. She was almost afraid to try and make any sense out of the crazy things that had been happening the last two days.
"How much does that Royce pay you anyhow?" Tommy asked suddenly. Mary could tell there was no malice in his question, but his voice in the silence of the storeroom had made her jump.
"I know it's hard for you to believe, but I'm not one of Royce's girls, I came here yesterday with my sister ..."
"Then how come you were all tied up out here ... and naked too?"
Mary Ann shook her head hard to clear it. Then she grabbed her panties and yanked them up snugly against her mound. More of Tommy's semen quickly soaked through the sheer material, but she couldn't be bothered with that now. Tommy stared wide-eyed as she cinched her jean shorts tight and then squirmed into her t-shirt.
"God you're beautiful," he whispered. He was still sitting naked on his knees before her and Mary felt suddenly like some queen to be worshipped. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, she wasn't sure exactly why. "You weren't really a virgin, were you? I mean it went in so easy."
Mary Ann only smiled and gave a heavy sigh. "I've got to leave. Someone I don't want to see might be coming back."
"I wish you were my girl," Tommy blurted, "even if you are a ..." He looked down shamefacedly.
"Goodbye," Mary said. Not looking back, she trotted out of the storeroom and out of the barn. A few pigeons scratched around at the corner of the building but there was no sign of anyone around. The sun was well up now, it was probably eight or nine.
"What a way to start a day," Mary breathed to herself. She felt odd. With each step she could feel the slick sap oozing from between her swollen labia, the sap that Tommy had spurted into her with his cock. She shook her head, dizzy with knowing what had happened. She'd been fucked. Her soft, yielding body had been joined with a hard, piercing body. She thought of it again and smiled. As vigorously as she'd protected that little pinch of flesh before, Mary Ann wasn't bothered now that it was gone. This realization surprised her.
But there were still things to be afraid of. Royce for one. She didn't know how he would act the next time he saw her. What he might say, what he might want. If only Brent were there. She would feel safe with him around again. She had to tell him what she'd discovered, what Royce was using poor Monica for. She had to talk to Ruthy too. She couldn't let Royce keep slipping her that aphrodisiac every time he wanted a wild fuck. Ruth was the kind of girl who could lose her bearings easily. Mary Ann knew how easy she fell for the kind of guy that ordered her around ... the kind of guy like Royce was. And Ruthy herself had told her how much she liked sex. She had to get her sister to understand exactly what kind of man Royce Hardin was. Maybe that would break the obvious spell he had cast over her.
Mary wasn't surprised to find the back screen open now. She went into the empty kitchen and then down the hall to the front room. Monica lay across the old sofa, her dress twisted around her waist. She was snoring softly and Mary remembered that she'd overheard the girl saying to Royce how sleepy she always was after the sex potion had worn off. That was probably why poor Ruth was still sleeping.
There was the sound of a car and when Mary looked out front she saw the Rancher's Cadillac pulling out from the dirt road which led to the cottage. She could see Tommy sitting in the front seat and Royce too. The Rancher stopped in front of the big house long enough for Royce to get out. She watched him stride towards the front door.
Her first impulse was to run, but Mary Ann stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned. She wasn't afraid of Royce Hardin. Well, actually she was, but she wasn't going to let him know. He thought he was some kind of bully who could push girls around because they were weaker. Mary meant to show him that she wasn't as weak as most girls.
As the front screen slapped, she straightened her thin shoulders and felt her titties make the front of her t-shirt go tight. Then she placed her bare feet well apart and put her hands on her hips. No, she wasn't afraid of a guy just because he had a cock hanging between his legs ... just because he liked to stick it into every girl he saw.
Besides she had something on Royce now. She knew how he worked his racket, the cheap way he used Monica's body to bring him profit. She had that to hold over his head if he decided to get rough again. It wasn't all that much, but it was something.
CHAPTER FIVE
Something had awakened Ruth Whittiker, something familiar breaking through the strange dreams she'd been having there in her bed. Had the sound been a voice? Mary Ann's voice crying out? Fighting from the heavy veils of her drugged sleep, she tried to reconstruct the noises from her memory. A screen door slapping shut, loud voices and then that scream. It had been a scream more of anger than pain or fear. But she still couldn't be sure if it had been real. Ruth realized that the past day or so she couldn't be sure of anything. Her pussy ached from Royce's big cock and yet already she was wishing he was there with her. He seemed so sure of himself, so powerful. It made her tremble just to think of how he'd forced her to suck his cock! And when he'd forced it between her thighs and speared it up into the tightness of her pussy ...
"What's happening to me?" she moaned, pushing herself up. There were footsteps on the stairs and someone's heavy tread in the hallway. Royce. She could recognize him easily by now.
"Hey beautiful," Royce said, smiling as he pushed open the door and swaggered in. "You got a good rest, didn't you?"
Ruth smiled weakly up at him. She knew she didn't have anything on but a pair of panties, but couldn't make the effort to cover her breasts ... didn't care if Royce saw her.
"What was that noise I heard? Someone yelling I thought."
"Nothing that I heard," Royce said. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm over her bare shoulders.
"Where's Mary Ann? What time is it?"
Ruth thought she saw Royce look funny when she asked about Mary, but he laughed off her questions with another hug and a kiss on her cheek.
"Mary Ann is ... busy right now. I think she went on a walk with Monica." He turned her face up to look at her. "Say, you want to take a ride with me today? I'll get you some breakfast before we leave."
Ruth tried hard to think straight. She knew there were things that had to be done. Her folks were waiting for them in Albuquerque. She should call them, tell them what had happened. And the truck. The part Royce had ordered from Loonenbury. Ruth took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She wished she could talk to Mary! Royce's fingers were massaging her thigh, working upwards towards the place where her nylon panties were stretched tight over her plump, warm mound. Suddenly her worries seemed to grow indistinct. Her breathing changed, her muscles tingled. It was crazy. She'd only been awake a few minutes and she wanted Royce to push her back on the bed and ... and fuck he! Like he'd fucked her in the old Spanish cave.
His mouth warmed her cheek and when he fastened his lips over hers, she moaned and pulled his head hard against her. "Darling ... oh can't we just stay here today?"
"You know I'd love that," he whispered, but I've just got to see these guys. Very important." He stood up. "Throw on some clothes, why don't you. We'll take my truck."
Ruth went to her suitcase and started pulling out a pair of corduroy hip-huggers, but Royce took them from her hand and tossed them back. "I want you to wear a dress today. A short one if you have something like that."
"Yes, Royce," Ruth said, her voice soft. As she bent to pick up the short yellow skirt she'd brought with her, Ruth felt her pussy glow with excitement. Just having Royce tell her what to do seemed to thrill her. And yet she couldn't remember experiencing anything like that before. Usually she was as independent as the next girl. Maybe it was something about Royce that did it.
She snugged the skirt around her waist and fastened the snaps. Then she pulled a blouse from her things and covered her naked breasts. Royce buttoned it up the front for her but stopped halfway.
"That's a little too ... revealing," she laughed, trying to fasten the last four buttons. Royce stopped her with a strong hand.
"Leave it. I like to see those big tits of yours."
Ruth felt herself redden, but the words had sent another jolt of tickles through her loins. She felt her sex juice beginning to flow up inside the well of her body. "But Royce, you're not the only one around. There are other ..."
"Leave it I said." He took her shoulders roughly and kissed her hard on the mouth. Again she felt faint. His tongue thrust deep between her lips and automatically she began to suck it. The memory of Royce's cock came flashing back and she pushed her soft body against his, squirming so that her pubis rubbed deliciously against his hip. Again, she wished they could just fall into the bed and do it right there. But Royce broke the embrace.
"Okay, let's get you something to eat and get out of here."
Ruth was still eating her piece of toast when Royce pulled her behind him out of the house. It seemed funny that the house had seemed so empty. Even though Royce had assured her Brent was in town after the part, and Mary Ann was somewhere around with Monica, Ruth felt uneasy. She'd had to gobble her eggs and bacon and the only thing Royce was really eager for her to finish had been her orange juice. He'd insisted that she drink two glasses and to please him, she'd drained every last drop.
They got into Royce's old truck and headed out of town on a road Ruth wasn't familiar with. The country grew more barren, the wind harder. She saw farmhouses in the distance, but many looked abandoned ... like the ones they'd seen the day before driving in towards Broken Wheel. The bumping jolting truck began to have a strange effect on her. She was growing terribly excited ... even more excited than she'd been that morning. Royce eyed her from time to time, but Ruth tried not to let her hunger for him show. He'd been clear that they had this errand to run. She didn't want to interrupt his concentration. But the friction of her ass sliding around on the seat as the truck pitched back and forth on the rutted road was making her crazy.
"I want you to do something for me today," Royce said finally.
"Wh-what is it?" Ruth could hardly concentrate on his words. She was dying to put her hand on his thigh or push her titties hard against his chest.
"Something you should like," he pulled her over against him, driving with one hand. "You like to fuck, don't you?"
Ruth pushed her cheek against the warmth of his chest. She found herself panting hard and her pussy was overflowing with slick juice.
"Oh yes! Let's stop right now, darling!"
"That's the favor I'm asking. You see it won't be with me."
The words seemed to echo as if in a nightmare. Ruth closed her eyes and tried to be angry, tried to feel indignity, but her cunt only grew hotter. And when she tried to push herself back in the seat, her hand accidentally slipped against Royce's cock. She could feel the erect shaft, bent down tight under the crotch of his Levis.
"... won't be with you?" she mumbled.
"A couple of boys out here been drilling water wells. It gets kind of lonesome and they don't have anywhere else to spend their wages." He gave her bottom a pat. "When they see you get out of the truck ..."
"Royce ... you want me to make love to ..."
His voice grew stern. "You like me don't you? You want me to take care of you, don't you?"
Ruth didn't hesitate. "Oh yes! Yes, yes!" She did like Royce and more than anything she felt so weak and uncertain. She needed someone to take care of her badly.
"There's nothing wrong with making it with two guys at once." Royce gave her a knowing smile. "Like I said it's something you'll enjoy. You do like to fuck, don't you?"
"Christ yes!" Ruth gasped, hugging her arms around him while he drove. "I like it more than ever. I feel so strange lately but I can't seem to understand ..."
"Nothing to understand, baby. You're just a red-blooded American girl. Fucking is the most natural thing in the world."
Royce's words seemed to make so much sense. Yet when she tried to imagine what he wanted her to do ... screw two men at once ... her mind boggled. Finally Ruth couldn't think of it at all. There was only the raging hunger inside her. Why couldn't Royce do it to her. She'd like that better.
"These ... men are friends of yours?"
"You might say that. That's why I knew you wouldn't mind."
There was something about Royce's story that didn't ring true, but Ruth couldn't make her mind think straight. Whenever she would begin to frown in concentration, Royce would clasp her breast tighter with his free hand and send her into gasping paroxysms of excitement. By the time they pulled up by a small tin structure and stopped, she was climbing all over him, her tummy face down over his thigh as she pumped her flooding cunt against the hardness of his knee.
"Come on," he said, sliding out from under her. Ruth felt her wrist held tightly as he helped her down from the truck. A hard gust of wind staggered her for an instant, blowing a red braid across her face. There was a huge drilling rig set up fifty yards away. Twisted cables and empty drums were scattered around, and a truck almost as battered as Royce's was parked next to the corrugated tin shed. Royce pushed her towards the small building. Before they'd gotten to the door, it opened and a man with dark brown hair and a kind look smiled at her. The first thing Ruth noticed about him was his eyes. They were the bluest blue she'd ever seen.
"Ruth here has been dying to meet you," Royce said pushing her forward. "This is Larry."
She stood there in the wind, looking up shyly. Larry reached out a hand and took hers. His torn t-shirt rippled with hidden muscles, and Ruth noticed that his biceps stretched the thin cotton tight around his upper arm.
As the man's arm slid around her waist and he drew her into the room, Royce shuffled his feet behind them. "How about me watching ..."
"You wait in the truck," Larry said, throwing Royce a withering look. The power in his voice had made Ruth breathless for a moment. And when she looked at Royce, he was already turning away.
"Sure, Larry. Anything you say." Royce walked quickly outside.
Larry closed the door behind them and pulled Ruth farther into the room. There was a foam rubber mattress on the floor covered with blankets and a table nearby full of dirty glasses and a half-empty whiskey bottle. Larry sat Ruth down on the mattress and pushed his hand over her barely covered breasts. Another button came open and one tit began to slip out of her blouse.
"You want a drink?" Larry asked.
Ruth was looking around for the other man. The man Royce had said would be there. "No ... I don't want anything." Larry's hand was pushing under the cotton material now and she felt his strong fingers close over one pink nipple. She moaned with pleasure and hooked her arms behind his neck. A vague knowing was beginning to crystallize in her mind. Even through the all consuming hunger of her body she knew already that she liked Larry more than Royce. He was stronger for one thing. As he began to slip her blouse back from her shoulders, Ruth knew Larry wouldn't hurt her. When he reached for his belt buckle, she grasped his hand.
"Let me! Please!"
She could feel his eyes on her as she somehow got his jeans down and then hooked her fingers under the elastic of his jockey shorts. The long, thick cock jumped free as she inched the clothes down and the sudden realization that she'd soon have the lovely thing forced up into her body made Ruth give a little groan and begin kissing the sides of his shaft wetly.
"Jesus, baby ... you really are ready aren't you?"
"It's so pretty," Ruth gasped, running her tongue up under the bottom of the blood-swollen glands. The organ thickened before her eyes, stiffening out from Larry's crotch. She encircled the hanging ballsack with both hands and as she squeezed gently down on them, Ruth opened her mouth wide enough to take the rubbery head between her teeth. The huge-muscled driller grunted with pleasure and continued to rub her nipples, using both his hands now. Ruth sucked until the spit crackled around her lips. Then she bobbed her head down once, feeling the long shaft sliding over her tongue, feeling the head probe deeply into her throat. There was a noise in the adjoining room and Ruth pulled her head up, panting with the need to have herself filled with hot prick. She wished Larry could fuck her while she sucked him, but of course men just weren't built that way. She realized with surprise that they were no longer alone. A lanky man was standing in the doorway to another room. Even as she looked at him, he turned to leave. Larry had motioned the man away and then put his mouth close to Ruth's ear.
"That's my partner," he said, "I was going to share you with him, but now that I see how beautiful you are, I feel real greedy."
Something daring and hot seemed to rush through Mary's blood. She could hardly believe the words were coming from her own mouth, even as she spoke them. "Share me! I don't mind."
Larry furrowed his eyebrows and then smiled. "Okay, just so you don't forget who you really belong to." Ruth heard him call the other man back into the room. His name was John and after the two men had had a quick pull from the whiskey bottle, she watched them undress. She'd already had a start on Larry and finished helping him with his boots and shirt. Ruth had no idea what she'd do with two men at the same time. But her passion was demanding it and to hell with whether it was right or wrong. The man named John was tall and slender and his cock looked delicious, long and white except at the tip where the purple glands was swelled out full of blood. Yes, that's what she wanted to do ... put that thing in her mouth while Larry fucked her pussy with his own big prick.
The three of them crawled onto the foam rubber mattress. Larry began to pet the cheeks of her ass, slowly rolling her over until she was propped up on her knees, face against John's thigh. The slender man smiled and scooted over until his cock was nearer her mouth. No one had said a word and yet Ruth knew they were communicating. John wanted her to suck his cock and Larry had hooked his big hand under her belly, stroking the bright red hair apart so he could finger her clitoris.
Ruth touched a trembling palm to the inside of John's thigh and began to massage. His balls were pulled up tight under the base of his shaft. She tickled the tightly wrinkled scrotum and licked her lips wet in readiness. Larry was on his knees behind her now, kissing the softness of each curvy ass-cheek. He was going to fuck her doggie fashion and Ruth was so eager for it that way that she'd begun to roll and hump her ass up and down. One long finger suddenly found her pussy hole and she felt it shoot deep into the rippling, satin-smooth folds.
"Ohhhhh Larry!" she moaned, grasping the cock beside her cheek. John gave a gasp and she felt the organ throb powerfully, forcing her fingers out. The slender friend of Larry's moved further under her and she raised an arm so he could get his thigh under it. His legs were spread wide and she was on her elbows between them. Up and down she moved the skin of his cock, feeling the steely core of the shaft underneath. John's balls loosened in the sack and began to droop down as she continued her jacking motion. The man touched his hands to the sides of her face and gave her a pleading look. Behind her, Larry had worked the plump lips of her pussy well apart and was working the juice into a froth with his fingers. Then she felt something else pressed up into the squishy mess. Larry's cock. Larry let the top of his glands ride back and forth against her honey drenched V. Then in an easy, smooth way, he tucked his hips back and forced the big cock upwards into her hole. His ass came forward again and Ruth's breath choked short in her throat as her body was quickly filled with every inch of Larry's cock. He held it deep for a moment, as her own ass twitched and rolled from the shock. Then he brought it halfway back and brought his hand across under her belly, tickling and petting until he found the burning lump of her clit.
Somehow Ruth managed to open her eyes again and remembered the man on his back before her. His cock pulsed steadily against her fingers. Her mouth hung slackly open. It was a chance she'd never had before. A chance to be full of male cock. Cock in her mouth and cock in her pussy. With a sigh of lust, Ruth speared her tongue out and wet the bottom of John's shaft. Then she widened her lips just enough to let them slip around his hot, blue glands and dropped her head slowly. In the most tantalizing way possible, she let the rigid prick fill her mouth. Her teeth scraped over the sensitive tip. A hot line of drool trickled down and wet John's balls. He tried to pump his hips but she pulled back to show him she'd suck him like she wanted. And yet all the time Ruth was burning to devour the lovely, long organ. She let another inch enter her mouth and flashed the tip of her tongue over the taut, smooth velvet of the tip. John seemed to go crazy when she licked hard just behind the two lobes at the bottom of his glands. There was a pinched knot of soft skin there and when she suckled at it with all her might the lanky man twisted and dug his heels into the foam mattress.
Larry had a good grip of her waist now and as he held her steady, he gave her all his length again. Ruth gasped as the prick hooked deeply up into her guts. She was so moved by the feeling that she pushed her hand back to feel where her cunt flesh was stretched out around the thickness of the hot thing. She traced a finger around the place, noticing excitedly that Larry's cock was thoroughly soaked with her pussy butter. It smacked slickly as he began to fuck her with short, hard thrusts. The musky smell of their joined bodies wafted up to her nostrils and Ruth sank her mouth down further around the hot, rigid rod that belonged to Larry's friend. He smelled good too. A hint of mansweat and that alluring sharp aroma of damp cock skin that sent Ruth into shivery storms of sucking.
Not she rode the entire length of her tongue as far down on his cock as she could reach, drawing it slowly back again until finally she ravished the spongy crown, smacking and slurping until John seemed about to have a fit. Larry was kissing her back and she could feel his teeth cutting into the sensitive flesh around her shoulder blades as he continued to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. His balls brushed her ass every so often and she could feel his thighs pressing hers. He was hard and muscled everywhere it seemed. His strong hands were stroking her tummy again, fingers rubbing the nubbin of her clit until she thought she might scream. But she couldn't scream. Not with John's thick penis tickling the back of her throat. She could see that John's fists were clenched tightly and he was holding his breath. She felt she should do something different to him to break the light, teasing way she'd been sucking him. Forming her mouth into a tight O and curving her tongue into a trough, Ruth began to bob her head up and down over the jutting, white cock. She went down as far as she possibly could each time though it threatened to choke her. And when she drew back, she brought her head up until only the very tip-end of his glands was encircled with her pursed lips.
Behind her, Larry sensed this new rhythm and matched it with his muscled ass. Her pussy was shoved full of cock and emptied quickly ... again and again as she bobbed wildly over John's feverish prick. Ruth slipped her hot palms up over John's belly, tracing the muscles built through endless days of hard labor. She touched his chest and then started to rub both of his male nipples as she mouth-fucked noisily at the aching male organ. It felt so good against her tongue ... so rubbery and hot! She wanted to touch it with every part of her mouth at once and sucked in the sides of her cheeks to send more of the steely rod as she enclosed it over and over with her drooling lips. Then John was thrusting his own ass up from the mattress. Ruth let him, liking the way it felt to have his hardness knifing up into her throat with savage, jerking movements. Each time the tip came back, she swathed her tongue around it, digging under the flared ridge and making firm suction to swell it even tighter with blood.
"Damn you, you beautiful bitch!" Larry gasped, sinking his teeth into her back again. The words drove Ruth into a furious storm of hot sucking over John's quivering cock. The lanky man closed his eyes and grabbed her head again. Ruth felt the mushroom shaped cockhead pulse against her tongue. A thick droplet boiled out of the tiny orifice at the tip and she tasted the sharp sour of male semen. Instantly another fountain of the potent sap sprayed the roof of her mouth as John held the sides of her face firmly and fucked deep into her throat. Ruth gagged, but the convulsion passed quickly. It passed because her own clitoris was alive with a consuming fire. She rolled her ass and sucked John's cock and felt Larry's big prick ride deep into the oily hot tissues of her spasming pussy. She was cuming and the itching madness made her back arch and hump. Her big breasts swung heavily under her chest and when Larry grabbed one roughly with his strong hand, Ruth groaned her pleasure. Hot seed oozed from around the corners of her mouth as John's cock spurted and frothed it's slick juice. He was thrusting it deep into her throat again and the angle of the powerful jets made sticky swallowing noises come from her nose as she gulped the sour stuff down. But her own throes were making her weak. She wobbled and felt herself falling forward and as she fell, Larry pulled her to the side. They bounced crazily across the foam mattress as John's cock popped out of her mouth with a wet smack. Then she felt Larry's prick slip away from her clasping pussy too. The delirious flames of her cum were still wracking her body.
"Ohhh help Larry! Please get it in again!" John had curled into a ball beside them, his cock still oozing small clots of seed. But all she cared about now was to have her ruffled pussy scratched some more. She rolled onto her back and opened her arms wide, his thighs even wider. Larry, came toward her on his knees, glossy cock swinging hugely under his belly. He bent over her and tried to get it in, but her prancing, tossing ass wouldn't stay still long enough for him to find her hole again.
"You crazy cunt!" he laughed, kissing her soft tits. Then she felt him tighten his hands around her thighs and divide her inner lips with his prick. She felt her contracting ring of muscles spread with the jabbing force of his thrust. Her tube snaked as she tilted her pelvis from side to side. Then the lovely hardness was filling her belly again and she bucked screaming on the mattress as the exquisite thrills washed over her flesh. Larry was piercing her with all his strength now. Each time their bodies slapped together, Ruth tightened her arms behind his broad back and wished the moment would never end. He was the best fuck she'd ever had, this Larry. He was better than Royce even and she plunged her open mouth against his neck to suck while his cock raked at the deepest mystery of her being.
"Larry! Larry!" she cried. Her lips were sticky with John's cum and she knew by Larry's strained moans that he was cuming too. Filling her womb with the hot, dangerous fluid. Even though she knew the time was wrong for her to become pregnant, it felt dangerous. But Ruth liked the feeling of this huge, hulking driller fucking her until she was half nutty. Even as the radiant bursts of pleasure began to fade in her loins, she clung to him frantically. Why did it have to end? Why couldn't she stay there with him forever.
An hour later, Larry opened the door of the shed and hooking an arm around Ruth's waist, helped her down the steps. She rubbed her face against his chest and arm, kissing and murmuring half formed words of love. Royce was leaning against his truck smoking a cigarette. He tossed the butt on the ground and came forward.
"She's kind of weak," Larry told him, "I had to dress her myself." The driller turned his steely blue eyes suspiciously at Royce. "She acts kind of like she'd been drugged."
Royce ignored the implication. "You ready to settle up on what we agreed she'd cost?"
"Settle up?" Ruth mumbled, catching just the tone of Royce's words. Larry looked curiously at her.
"You mean you didn't know he was bringing you here charging cash for what you did with me?"
A sliver of embarrassment drove itself into the haze of Ruth's drugged mind. Royce was pimping her ... pimping her to these drillers for money. She was a whore, Royce's whore!
"God, god, god!" she moaned, tears streaking down her cheeks. Royce grabbed her wrist and started to pull her towards his truck, but Larry dropped a meant hand and slapped him hard enough to knock him back.
"There's something going on here that I don't like," Larry said, tightening his hand around Ruth's waist. She hugged herself close to him, wanting his protection, needing it. "When a girl knows that she's fucking for cash it's one thing, but you got this poor chick so confused she's half nuts."
"It's none of your goddamned business," Royce snapped, stepping forward again. Larry let Ruth go and grabbed the man's shirt collar with both hands, whirling him around and shoving him back against the shed with a crash.
"Anything's my business that I want to make my business you snake-sucking sonofabitch!"
Ruth watched Royce's jaw twitch and he dropped his eyes. Larry let him go and tucked his arm around her curvy middle again. She looked up at him with rapturous excitement. "Keep me here," she breathed.
"You're going back with me!" Royce yelped, starting forward again and then withering before Larry's threatening look.
"You're going back alone, shit-heel!" the driller said.
Royce sneered. "You're going to stay here with this ... ape? All he knows how to do is lug around three-foot-long pipe wrenches!"
Ruth tightened her arms around Larry's body. "That's not all he knows how to do." She watched Royce turn and stalk towards his truck. Then there was only the dust he left as he drove quickly away. Larry's friend John came from the shed. Ruth dropped her eyes, feeling an odd mixture of shame and confusion. With her sexual appetite partially sated, she knew she didn't want to be with anyone but Larry now. And her whole metabolism seemed to be slowing down, as if she really had been under the influence of some drug ... just like Larry had thought. She remembered the beer she'd had that first evening at Royce's place, and the orange juice that morning. It seemed so scary to imagine he'd really given her something to make her ... fuck like crazy. But she was too tired to think of it. All she wanted was to curl up in Larry's arms and sleep for awhile.
John shuffled his feet in the dirt. "Guess I'll take off for awhile. Figure you two want to be alone." Larry and him exchanged ironic smiles and Ruth blushed, uncomfortable from having just given pleasure to both men ... and in the same room at the same time. But the next moment Larry made everything all right. He tossed John the keys to his truck, kissed Ruth hard on the mouth and pulled her back inside the shed. Everything was going to be alright, she thought, as he laid her down and cuddled up close ... everything was going to be alright.
CHAPTER SIX
When Monica untied the gag Royce had put around Mary's mouth, she started talking a mile a minute. She was mad.
"That bastard Royce has gone too far this time! Who does he think he is. You just can't go around drugging people and tying them up and fucking them and ..."
"I shouldn't even be turning you lose like this," Monica said her voice scared, "Royce told me to leave you tied till he got back."
Mary shivered as Monica started working on the knots that bound her wrists behind her back. "You know why, don't you? Because he wants to fuck me. He almost fucked me in the barn until that kid ran away from the cottage and ..." She stopped and stretched the cramps from her arms. Monica looked up broodingly. "Monica, why do you stay here and do these things with Royce. I can tell you hate him as much as I do."
Monica looked tired. "I won't hide the truth from you any longer. I am not from this country. I have no visa, no papers. Royce threatens to make trouble with the authorities unless I do what he wants. I have no choice. Back in Brazil I would be as good as dead."
"Dead?" Mary Ann could see that this was no ordinary girl.
"My family was powerful in politics. The present rulers vowed to kill us all when they took power. That is why I left. There was no time to go through legal channels." Monica sighed and pressed her hands over her eyes. "Royce found me in a border town, starving. So here I am."
Mary Ann had finally got the knots loose around her ankles and kicked the rope into the corner. They were in an empty room behind the kitchen ... a place no one would have looked for her.
"I'm going to find the sheriff," Mary said. "Surely if he knew ..." She stopped. Monica was shaking her head slowly from side to side.
"The sheriff is friend of Royce. He comes here to fuck me when Royce has made me drink the crazy stuff. It will do you no good to talk to him."
Mary Ann slumped down on an empty crate. "Where is Brent?" she whined. "We have to do something! That monster has got my sister somewhere and there's no telling what he's making her do!"
Monica touched her hand to Mary's shoulder. "He wants Ruth to become like me. To fuck men for much money. A girl can't help herself when the crazy drink is in her blood."
Mary thought of what the boy named Tommy had done when he'd found her tied up in the barn. Even though she hadn't wanted it to happen at first, Mary Ann had finally loved it. The feel slender cock sliding slickly in and out of her pussy. If she liked it that much without having any of the potion, what would it be like if she were drugged?
"What's it like?" she asked, not wanting to hurt Monica with cruel questions, but curious too. "What's it like when you have drunk that ..."
"The potion? You are crazy in just a little while. I have to fuck when I drink it ... have to fuck! Nothing matters but that. And also I will do what Royce says ... his voice is too strong to disobey when the drug works inside my body."
There was the sudden noise of a car in the yard. Mary Ann's spine crawled as she realized it might be Royce coming back. But when she ran to the front door and saw Brent's Pontiac, she almost peed her pants with joy. Before he'd made it to the front porch, Mary had his hand and was telling him as fast as she could about what happened. She told him about how Royce was using Monica, about the Rancher's son in the cottage, and how Royce had tied her up in the shed behind the kitchen. She left out the part where Royce had bound her spread-eagled in the barn and Tommy had accidentally discovered her there, naked and ready for a fucking. When she told Brent how she'd discovered the potion book and Monica assured him that Royce had indeed been using a drug on her, the handsome boy jumped up from the step where he'd been sitting.
"No," Mary Ann said, guessing what he meant to do, "going to the sheriff won't do any good either." And she told him how the sheriff was one of Royce's steady customers.
Brent thought silently for awhile. "The only thing to do is to get the hell out of this madhouse." Mary nodded her agreement.
"What about the thermostat for the truck ... did they send it from Loonenbury?"
"It was never ordered at all," Brent told her. "Things are starting to make sense now, aren't they. Royce wanted to keep you two around for awhile ... long enough to come under the influence of that stuff he keeps mixing up and putting in the beer." He ground his teeth together until his jaw muscles twitched. "Hell, I had some myself by accident that first day you and I were together."
Mary Ann took Monica's hand. "Look, we'll help you somehow. You can't stay here with Royce. There's got to be a way so that you can stay in the country legally."
"I am afraid to try. If they sent me back ..." Monica turned her eyes toward the road ... her face twisted in fear.
"It's Royce!" Mary breathed, seeing the old truck bouncing into the yard.
"I'll talk to the sonofabitch," Brent said going down the steps.
"Brent," Mary called after him, "I'm afraid ... don't start any trouble ..." But she saw it was too late. Before Brent even got close, Royce had jumped down from the truck and was waving something at him. Something in his hand that reflected the sun's rays brightly. A gun. Pointed straight at Brent's guts.
"Everybody in the house!" Royce yelled.
"Where's my sister!" Mary Ann cried.
"She's out fucking some god damned water well driller," he said leering.
Mary Ann started to say something else, but the look on Royce's face was mean. He jabbed the pistol out at them again. "I want everybody in the house now!"
Brent hooked his arm around Mary's waist as they went up the steps. She could tell that this incensed Royce past the point of reason. Probably because since she'd been at his place he still hadn't fucked her and he was under the impression that Brent had. Oh how she wanted Brent! Why weren't they off alone somewhere so they could discover each other's bodies. Since the young boy Tommy had broken her cherry she was crazy to do it with Brent. She wasn't afraid anymore.
"Since your sister lost her head over that driller, I need to break in some new blood," Royce said, laughing crazily. Brent gave him a look of pure hate, but he simply pointed the gun at his head and clicked the hammer back. "You're gonna watch lover boy. You're gonna watch your nymph get screwed by a real man."
Mary Ann was afraid Brent was about to lunge at Royce, gun or not so she grabbed his arm and pressed her mouth against his ear. "Don't do anything darling that might get you hurt. Even if he does do something terrible, we'll both still be alive." She kissed him softly. "Someday it'll be just the two of us."
Royce came across and shoved them roughly apart. "Get some rope Monica. This time it's Brent's turn to squirm." He looked in the handsome boy's face. "You thought you'd cut me out with Mary, didn't you? I bet you been planning to take her with you when you cut out. Well she'd tire of fucking you, dad. Or she soon will be." He laughed in a half-crazed way. "Girls just can't get enough of Royce's cock."
Mary Ann was sure he was insane. She stood there trembling as Brent was tied up. Once she had a chance to bolt through the doors, but there was no telling what Royce might do with that gun. She decided to wait it out ... see if she could turn him off some other way. Maybe if she didn't act like she dug doing it with him, he'd lose interest and leave them alone. But that plan dissolved quickly when she saw Royce send Monica into the kitchen again and the girl came back with a freshly open beer. Royce held the bottle up to the light and swirled it around as if he were mixing something. Mary Ann swallowed hard. She knew what that something was.
"Don't do this thing," Monica said, "I ask you not to. I will do whatever you want." She looked forlornly at Mary Ann.
"Shutup!" Royce said, "I've been dying to get into this fifteen-year-old ever since I saw Brent pulling her off behind the house."
Mary Ann wished she could scream at him that Brent and her hadn't really done anything yet, but knew Royce wouldn't believe her. He came towards her then, the beer bottle in one hand and the gun in the other. She felt the cold glass against her lips and then he was tilting it up. She held her breath, refusing to swallow.
"Hold her Monica!" Royce growled. The dark girl hesitated but he waved the pistol at her head as she came over.
"I am sorry," she said to Mary Ann. Mary felt her nose clamped shut by Royce's hurting fingers and then the bottle was shoved deep into her mouth. She had to breathe, but the drugged beer had filled her throat. The only way to keep on living was to swallow. She gulped until her throat ached and then gasped wildly for air. Royce let her up and tossed the empty bottle against the wall.
"Lock the front door, Monica" he said, "and pull the shades. This is going to be good."
Mary Ann tried to twist away from him when Royce grabbed her. She knew he had the gun though and as they struggled she became very afraid that he might accidentally shoot somebody. Finally she let him kiss her on the mouth. She felt his two-day growth of beard and she shivered convulsively as his tongue forced her lips apart.
"I don't know why I'm wasting my energy fighting you," Royce laughed. "In a minute or two you'll be on your knees begging for it!" He looked around with that crazy gleam in his eyes. "Come on sweetheart let's you and I go in the bedroom." Mary Ann saw Brent tug at the ropes that held him in the chair, but knew he wouldn't have a chance to get away unless someone cut them for him. Royce swung his gun at Monica again. "You come with us, baby. It's getting where I can't trust you anymore."
In the bedroom, Royce stuffed his gun into a drawer by the bed and then undressed. Mary Ann stood there, her back pressed against the wall, but already she could feel the quick-acting potion pumping through her blood. Her legs felt trembly and with every beat of her heart, her loins glowed. Even her titties felt swollen and itchy around the nipples. Monica was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. She looked helpless though her glances at Mary Ann were full of sympathy. The bottoms of Mary's feet had begun to tickle so badly that she finally had to kick off her sandals and rub her soles on the floor. Royce grinned evilly at her. He was on his back on the bed now, big cock jutting up from his groin. It looked monstrous to Mary who'd only been fucked once in her life by a boy her own age. The skin around the glands was a ruddy color instead of white like Tommy's had been. And the head was broader, blunter. It looked like it would rip her apart.
Another withering wave of yearning brought her to her knees. Panting hard, Mary Ann got the front of her jean shorts open and plunged her hand down under the sheer material of her panties. But digging her fingers in the flooding mess of her pussy didn't seem to help. She rubbed and pinched the nubbin of sensitive flesh until even her knuckles were soaked with butter, but the insatiable feeling pulsed more powerful than ever through her belly and loins. But she knew she was stronger than her sister. She could hold out longer if she could only remember darling Brent in the next room. If she could only remember that he had a cock too and sometime she was going to let him force it up into her young body.
"Brent, Brent!" she whispered under her breath. Royce got up angrily and went across to her. "So, you're a stubborn one are you?" With a quick slash of his hand, he ripped her t-shirt down the front. Mary felt her small, round breasts quiver free of the restraining cotton. Her nipples ached to be sucked. Her pussy was gushing with juice. But somehow she held on, looking insolently into Royce's cruel face.
She felt him undoing her cutoff shorts, pushing them down. Mary made a weak grab, but her hands wouldn't seem to respond fast enough. She felt her clothes being pushed down over the subtle curve of her hips, over her ass cheeks ... down to her ankles. She was naked, leaning against the wall. A hungry whimper burst from her throat. It was so hard to resist touching herself again. Royce was on his knees in front of her smiling wickedly as she tipped her hips one way and then the other. She didn't want to move like that, but just couldn't help herself. His hand grabbed her wrist and she felt herself tugged across the room and pushed sprawling across the bed. He jumped after her, catching her ass with both hands. She was on her knees, trying to crawl to the edge of the mattress, but he dragged her back. She felt his hand swoop between her thighs, up across her belly and then back through the swollen divide of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh nooooo!" she cried, knowing that she couldn't resist much longer. The potion, the aphrodisiac was starting to really come on now. Royce pawed her pussy again and this time Mary Ann bucked her hips in a savage, eager way. But a last impulse to resist made her pull her mind together for an instant. She twisted and rolled hard towards the edge of the bed. The floor came up hard against one shoulder and the wind was knocked from her lungs. But Royce had her by the ankles and was jerking her back onto the mattress. He pulled her on top of him and hugged his arms tightly around her back. Already, Mary Ann had begun to move her hips in a fucking motion and the thick shaft of Royce's cock pressed her belly in where it was stretched up between their bodies.
"Think I'll just let you fuck me," he hissed, tucking his arms behind his head. Mary Ann knew that the full power of the drug was working on her now. Her eyes were blurry and out of focus. Her ears buzzed and rang. But there was one part of her that seemed to wipe out any other thought, any other desire. She wanted to fuck. She didn't care who or what or where. The big cock rubbing against her belly as she moved her ass felt deliciously long and stiff. Groaning with lust, she pulled herself higher on Royce's chest and then tucked her knees up beside her. She was squatting now and trying to push her small cunny back over the bulging, long organ that grew from Royce's groin. But her nervous, shaking hands wouldn't obey. She fumbled at the hot, huge thing, trying to hold it still as she plunged her ass around, praying it would slip into the tight-closed muscles of her vagina's beginning.
His hot glands brushed over her clit and then she pulled it up too far and felt it slip up over the pinched knot of her rectum as she thrust back frantically.
"Help me! Monica ... help!" Even through the sense-twisted veil of the drug, Mary Ann knew that what she was asking was perverse ... or at least it seemed wrong anyway. But she was dying! Dying to have something rammed into her. Royce laughed and teased her nipples with his fingertips. She hated him and yet had to have his cock inside her. Oh god how she wanted it! "Hurry Monica ... please!"
The dark-skinned girl was quickly by her side, gently patting her quaking shoulders. Then she felt Monica's fingers encircling Royce's cockshaft, pushing hers out of the way. "Hold still, Mary," she said, voice sorrowful.
"I can't! Oh I just can't!"
"I know darling," Monica soothed, "I know how it is."
Royce was watching them with greedy lust, licking his lips and breathing hard. Mary could see that the touch of Monica's hand guiding his cock into Mary's own pussy was about to drive him up the wall.
"Yeah ... that's too much," he rasped. Mary Ann felt the huge spongy head press into the vortex of her cunt. Then the raw edges of her hole spread open. It hurt where Tommy had pushed his slender penis through her hymen, but Mary squirmed her ass backwards against the thick rod Monica steadied for her, knowing that the pain couldn't be half as bad as the empty, empty feeling inside. As Royce's prick stretched her dainty, immature membranes apart, she winced and bit down hard on her bottom hp.
"It hurts so bad ... Ohhh Monica, it hurts!"
Monica took her hand away and stared angrily at Royce. "She's too young! Can't you see you might hurt her?"
He merely laughed and shook his head in defiance. "Why don't you ask her if she wants to quit." Laughing wildly, "yeah just ask her."
Monica dropped her eyes, and Mary Ann understood enough to know why she didn't bother to ask what Royce had dared. Nothing could make her pull her painfully stretched pussy from off the ridged, hot crown of Royce's cock. As the pain ebbed a little, Mary arched her back and then bowed it sharply, wiggling her hips at the same time. Another inch of cockshaft slipped past the outer edges of her tube. It was going to stretch her to the limit to fuck herself down over Royce's monster organ. It was possible that it might even hurt her seriously. But once again Mary Ann whimpered and squirmed backwards. Her face was stuck sweatily against Royce's chest, her fingers fanned and then curved around the shape of his chest on either side. And as she moved her ass to get more cock inside, she parted her slightly bent knees. In that position, her young cunny was spread wide enough to take him. More slick juices began to flood out from her vulva and hole. As the skin of Royce's penis soaked up the lubrication, she felt the friction ease, felt more of the thing push into her belly. It was hot and big and stiff and when she tried to straighten herself over him, a sharp pain shot through her guts as the prick gouged a tender organ somewhere inside.
But the hot gushes of sex butter were making it better. Her tender pussy flesh expanded around the shape that was invading her body. Mary Ann found that she could actually pull away from Royce's prick and then push herself down again. It was slick enough now to slide in and out of her clasping tube. The ridged crown went deep when she shoved backwards ... she could feel it digging at the most hidden recesses of her pussy. It felt wonderful!
"Damn you're so fucking tight!" Royce groaned, catching her flopping head to kiss her on the mouth. He groaned again and rammed his tongue deep between her teeth. Then his ass bucked upwards from the bed and he dug his fingers into the meat of her wiggling bottom. "Ahhhhh, Jesussss!"
"Oh no!" Mary Ann cried, "don't come! Not yet ..." But she could see the muscles in his arms corded out from the tension, could hear the strangled gasps as Royce fucked his hips up from the bed. In a moment, he fell limp under her. Already she could feel the shaft of his penis wilting, growing smaller.
Then she was aware of something thick and hot leaking out from around the raw edges of her vagina. Feverishly she began to hump her slim bottom over the dying meat inside. But her prancing ass was out of control. With a sucking, slick sound the limp snake flopped out of her body and she was suddenly pawing the air with her pussy.
"What am I going to do," she sobbed, "Oh god ...!"
Royce pushed her off of him and rolled to the edge of the bed. He grabbed his pistol from the table drawer and then started pulling on his pants.
"You're not going to leave me here like this are you?" Mary cried.
Royce gave her a mocking laugh. "I've got a little business to do. My friend the sheriff will be glad when I bring loverboy Brent in and tell him how I caught the sonofabitch trying to steal my car. That'll keep him out of circulation until I get around to thinking up something better. He buttoned his fly and pushed a finger into Mary Ann's cunt. She moaned and moved her hips against the feeling but he took it away quickly. "Then I'll be back for some more action. You're going to be burning up for a while yet, cause I put a healthy jolt of that juice in your beer."
Mary grabbed at his shirt as he pulled Monica up from the chair she'd slumped down into. But Royce gave her the side of his arm and sent her crashing backwards on the floor. Then she was alone and the lock clicked shut on the door.
The first thing she tried was the leg of the bedside table. The lamp went crashing to the floor in a dozen pieces as she pulled the piece of furniture over and tried to squat down on it. But she was too frenzied, the angle was wrong. With a cry of despair, Mary tottered across the room. Outside all was quiet. She knew Royce was gone to take Brent to the jail and was sure he'd made Monica go along with him. Mary flattened her breasts against the door and pounded with all her might. Then she found that when she stood on tip-toes, the old porcelain doorknob was even with her pussy. She rubbed against it wildly, smearing the smooth, cold surface with her juice. It helped some when she plunged her clitoris up and down over it, but the friction wasn't enough to satisfy and her pussy felt terribly empty.
The drugged state of her mind made her whimper with half formed plans to escape. She found she couldn't concentrate on one thing long enough to work out a solution. The ravenous lust that coursed through her body was taking all her energy and she knew she had to satisfy that need first. But something in the empty closet behind the bed, caught her eyes. It was a piece of thick pipe with a few hangers dangling from it. With a gasp of hope, Mary Ann hurried over and swept the hangers away with her hand. Then she tugged hard at the pipe and was surprised when it came loose.
Aiming carefully as she could, Mary began to batter one of the wooden panels in the old door. In less than a minute she had a good hole started and then a long piece of wood gave way and she had room to use the bar to pry it the rest of the way out. There was just enough space to crawl through now and she hurriedly pulled on her cut-off jeans and tattered t-shirt, making sure the ripped part was around back. She didn't bother with her sandals, but wiggled through the door instead and ran panting from the house. She needed a man in the worst way! Had to find one!
It was a mile into Broken Wheel, but though her feet were bleeding, Mary Ann felt as sexed up as ever. The first place she came to was a dingy cafe. There was a car or two outside and the front half of a semi rig. Breathless, she plunged through the front door and staggered towards the man on the first stool. He was big and burly, brooding over a cup of coffee. He looked up surprised when he felt her small, adolescent hand curl over his forearm.
"You've got to help me," she groaned, trying to whisper but too wrought up to control her voice.
The man grinned, not quite sure what to make of Mary Ann's ruffled appearance. She could see him weighing her beauty ... and the penalties that went along with touching something so fine.
"Fuck me!" she said, pressing one breast against his bicep. "Now!"
Down the counter a few heads turned and Mary heard muttered words she couldn't quite make out. "Sheriff," was one of them.
"Honey, I don't know whether I heard you right or not," the trucker said. Mary could see in his eyes that he was interested, but his caution was taking too much time for her needs.
"Come out with me, out of this place!" She tugged his arm and the man got up. He looked back momentarily at the people in the cafe and then walked beside her through the door.
Mary stopped the trucker before he'd driven the big rig over a couple of miles.
"We can't just park and go to it right in broad daylight," he said, shaking his head. She could see he hardly believed what was happening to him. Mary Ann couldn't bother to be embarrassed or afraid though. She was clawing at his fly now, searching deep in the warmth of his underwear for the cock she knew he'd have. The cock she had to feel being rammed into the hot, soaked depths of her pussy.
"Okay baby, let's at least climb back into the sleeper." Mary Ann felt strong hands circle her girlish waist. She was gently shoved through the curtains that separated the cab of the big truck from the bunk. The trucker pulled off his shoes and pants and clambered in after her. There wasn't much light with the curtain drawn and Mary reached her hand out in the gloom, searching under the barrel-chested man's stomach until her fingers closed around the hot stiffness of his sweat damp cock. His thick hands tore her jean shorts off of her writhing slimness. She could hear his breath coming hard and fast.
"Jesus, you can't be more than fifteen or sixteen years old!" the man said, carefully touching one small breast as if it belonged in a collection of rare jewels. Mary shoved her chest up hard, wallowing back and forth so her nipple was rubbed harshly against his calloused palm.
"Ohhhh ... god that feels good!" Both her arms were stretched straight under the man as she pulled passionately at his stretching cock skin. He laughed with rough excitement and pressed it down into the dainty flesh of her tan belly. Mary gasped and twisted her slim form, feeling the rigid shaft as it dug at her. "Quick ... put it in!"
The trucker pulled his hips back and Mary Ann felt his fingers guiding the thing she needed between her thighs. At first the hot glands pushed against one plump lip and then he jabbed too far and slipped backwards between the underside of her ass cheeks. But the third time she felt it sink into the depression below her clit. The muscular ring was convulsing already ... tightening and loosening like a strange soft mouth. When the taut glands filled the empty place and then slid in a few inches, the muscles closed hungrily around the new feast. Mary bucked and pulled the trucker's face down into the softness under her chin. She felt him eating her there, his tongue and teeth raking the sensitive areas until her nipples yearned for the same treatment.
"You're doing it good," she murmured, "yessss ... like that."
The man brought his hips forward hard. Mary's eyes glazed over as the unyeilding prick stabbed up into her pussy. He pulled back and fucked into her again, burying more of the hot meat into her vagina. Mary Ann reached down between their bodies and touched the place she'd been entered. Then she reached under and found the trucker's balls, resting hot and loose against the bottom of her ass. She had her legs parted to the side, knees apart. It seemed to rub her better when she did that ... seemed to open her dainty purse so it could be rubbed by the man's body. He humped again and a flood of her juice was forced out. It wet her fingertips and the smooth inner skin of her thighs. Mary smelled the musky aroma and moaned with new lust. The turgid cock was sliding in and out of her fast now. A sharp jolt of itchiness rushed over her and she felt her clitoris throb. Mary choked with surprise and ecstasy as her first climax flamed through her twitching body. But the man had hardly noticed. He was screwing her for all he was worth, big hips mashing down against her sharp pelvis bones, heavy chest crushing the breath from her lungs. No sooner had the pulsing tremors died away from her squishy parts that she felt a new crescendo building.
"God ... I'm gonna do it twice!" Mary tightened her arms around the trucker's neck and closed her eyes tight. She was so weighed down that it was hard to move, and yet somehow she managed to squirm her bottom around enough to make the big man moan.
"That's the finest pussy I've ever had," he whispered. He smelled of stale cigar smoke and old coffee and sweat, but Mary Ann didn't care. She was in heaven. She was eating up every touch of his hand, every slobbering suck of his mouth. When he tongued her young nipples and then sucked a breast deep into the heat of his mouth, she pounded his broad back with her fists. It felt so fantastic that she thought she might lose her mind. But she wanted more ... more!
Suddenly the trucker gave a rattling groan and Mary felt his big fingers plunge into the tenderness of her ass cheeks. He pulled her furiously wiggling bottom up hard against his loins and gouged deep with short, hard punches. She could feel his thighs hard as marble and the quivery spasms that coursed through his shoulders.
"You're gettin a bunch of it this time," he gasped, "it's been a month since I got laid!" The hot sap erupted inside her vagina and Mary Ann felt the new slickness smearing between his shaft and the clasping lining of her cunt. She pressed herself up against him hard, hoping her second cum would catch her before the trucker collapsed on top of her. But the sharp rap on the truck's door brought her eyes open as if she'd been splashed with cold water.
"This is the sheriff. Let's climb outta there!"
The trucker pulled his cock out of her hole so quickly that Mary curled in over herself with a dry sob. Why did the man have to take it away when they were through? In the dim light through the curtains she saw him jerk up his pants. His still rigid cock oozed with cream from the tip and before he covered it with his clothes, he worked the skin of it a time or two with his hand. The last string of semen rolled out and he yanked his things up and fastened his belt. Mary just lay there moaning.
"Hey sheriff, it's me ... Clem." He clambered out and the curtain flopped closed again.
"Yeah, but you got somebody in there with you, don't lie to me."
"Look Sheriff, this goddamn chick said she wanted to fuck. I wasn't meaning no harm but she wanted it so bad!"
Mary closed her eyes and felt like crying. But in the next instant, the curtain was ripped open and she was staring into the sharp, dark eyes of Sheriff Hollis, his black mustache curved up on the ends.
"Get outta there, slut!" He yanked her down onto the front seat of the truck. Clem was already standing outside, buttoning his fly and shifting his feet nervously in the loose gravel of the shoulder. Mary Ann felt her arms pulled roughly behind her and the cold touch of steel circled both wrists and clicked shut.
"Please, I didn't mean to do anything wrong."
Sheriff Hollis twister her around to face him. His eyes devoured her teen-age body with a hunger that scared Mary. She was still crazy for sex, but his look was spooky and full of hate.
"I heard how you come right in Wilson's cafe and started hookin'. How much you charge Clem here, anyway?"
"I didn't charge any ..."
"Shut your lies!" The sheriff pulled her out of the truck and down onto the shoulder. The rocks hurt her feet. She felt so vulnerable there by the roadside naked, her hands cuffed behind her back. The hulking man cast his eyes up and down the country road. There were no cars or houses around anywhere. The sheriff walked to his car, grabbed a rifle from the front seat and came striding back. Mary noticed that he seemed to bristle all over with badges and guns and bullets.
"You the girl been staying at Royce's place, ain't ya?"
"Don't take me back there!" Mary Ann cried. Sheriff Hollis laughed and his eyebrows arched fiercely. Then he looked back at the fidgeting truck driver and snarled.
"Get outta here Clem and don't be pickin' up no more underage girls or lettin' them pick you up."
"Right Sheriff Hollis!" the trucker said, nodding his head as he backed towards his truck, "sure thing I won't be doing that no more."
Mary Ann stood there by the shiny patrol car, her chin against her chest. She felt miserable and mixed up. Nothing seemed to make any sense and yet she knew there was someone who cared ... Brent! He was in jail too.
"Alright," Sheriff Hollis said, watching Clem and his truck drive off down the road. "You come with me."
Mary was dragged down the grassy embankment by the road. There were three large culvert pipes at the bottom that tunneled under the blacktop highway. The Sheriff pushed her into one and followed, his rifle hanging loosely in his hand.
"On your knees!" he ordered, pushing down on Mary's shoulder with the cold steel barrel of his Winchester. Mary Ann went painfully down onto one knee and then the other. Her mouth felt dry and she couldn't seem to get a hold of her breathing. The corrugated steel of the culvert pipe hurt her flesh. As she stared straight ahead she noticed that she was about even with the Sheriff's crotch. Then he undid his flashy buckle and pulled the belt strap loose. She watched each button came undone and the cruel-faced man shifted his hips to let the weight of his holstered pistol pull his pants down off his hips. The rifle still hung in his right hand, the long barrel slanting down between Mary's thighs where she knelt.
When his cock came free of his underwear, it was already thickening. Mary noticed that the sheriff had never been circumcised, and the white foreskin clung around the purple glands, half covering it. Hollis jacked the skin back and forth a few times and the downward curve of the shaft straightened, the tip rising towards her mouth.
Mary Ann looked up. She didn't want to suck his cock. "Why ... why are you doing ..."
"You want to go back to Royce?" The sheriff laughed his hollow laugh again. "I guess old Royce does keep you pretty busy, huh? Fact was I meant to get over there sometime myself. He told me he had a couple new girls hanging around." Hollis moved the skin of his cock again and Mary Ann watched the ridge of his glands fill with more blood, pushing the foreskin covering out. The rubbery head looked slick and hot.
"Royce took my sister ..." Mary's thoughts wouldn't cling together long enough for her to make any sense. " ... he took her somewhere."
"Girl, you sound plumb addled." The sheriff pushed his cock forward. "Why don't you suck on this a while and maybe I'll consider keeping you at the jail a day or so."
Hazy thoughts connected in Mary Ann's mind. Jail. Brent. She would see him there. The head of Hollis's prick came closer, brushed her cheek. She felt the wetness cooling there in the breeze that blew through the culvert. Then there was another sensation. The touch of cold metal against the inner softness of her thighs. The sheriff's rifle. Mary arched her back and pulled against the binding steel bracelets locked around her wrists. Sheriff Hollis pushed his Winchester further down under her sparsely covered mound. Mary felt her fuck-swollen labia pushed apart by the unyeilding weapon. As the front sight raked over her clitoris, she opened her mouth and let the musky smelling head of the sheriff's cock rest there against her bottom lip.
"Suck it good now," he rasped, voice already heavy with lust.
Slowly Mary Ann speared the point of her tongue out. Little by little she drove it along the bottom of his lubed glands, pushing the circle of foreskin back to expose more of the sensitive membrane. When it was completely uncovered, the skin making a collar around his shaft, Mary sucked the head past her lips with a wet smack. Sheriff Hollis jerked and widened his stance. The rifle barrel moved up harder against the flooding folds of her vulva and the tall man began to rub it back and forth in that steamy crevice.
Mary concentrated on the feeling between her legs. She was lapping at the entire surface of the sheriff's cock tip now, sucking his musky slickness off and wetting the hot thing with her own spit. He humped his hips forward and instinctively Mary Ann pulled her head back. Immediately she felt the sheriff's fingers curl into her fine, brown hair and jerk her towards him. A racking gag made her chest heave as the mushroom head raked against the back of her throat. Hollis held himself deep like that as the convulsing muscles swallowed and closed and tried to cough the spit-drenched thing out. Finally he loosened his hold and pulled it back some ... smiling down as Mary fought to catch her breath. The rifle barrel rubbed harder over her turgid clit and she found herself shifting her hips a little to keep the slight friction of the smooth metal touching there. The sheriff had kept his hold of her hair and was bobbing her head back and forth over his meat while she sucked her tongue against the underside of his shaft and tip.
"Might want to keep you around my jail for awhile," he panted, "yeah, might want to do that."
It was all so weird ... the way that rifle barrel was making her loins start to itch. Mary Ann rolled her tongue around the swollen crown of Hollis' cock, moaning when he made her turn her head to the side so he could spear the rigid thing against the inside of her cheek. And then without warning, sour floods of cum were filling her mouth. She choked on the first swallow and the sharp tasting stuff foamed up into her nose. The rifle barrel jerked against her pussy and Mary Ann tried to close her thighs around it without falling over. Again and again, the sheriff forced her mouth down over his staff. Finally it was jammed into the recesses of her throat, still bubbling its slimy seed. She felt long strings of it hanging in her throat as she swallowed to get it all down.
Finally the fingers in her hair let go and Mary slumped back down on her haunches. Sheriff Hollis staggered back and as the Winchester slipped away from her cunny, Mary Ann whined and tossed her ass forward in crazed, rabbity movements.
Hollis laughed. "You want the gun! Is that it?"
Mary was ashamed and scared and half crazy, but yes ... that was what she wanted. "Would y-y-you ... please?"
The sheriff pushed her onto her side. The culvert pipe cut ridges into her shoulder and back and her handcuffed wrists ached from the strain, but already she felt the rifle barrel being nudged between her small inner lips, forcing apart the membranes of her vagina. She felt herself being filled, the blued metal sliding easily through the mess of her juice and the trucker's semen. There was the touch of something deep, deep inside and then Hollis was slowly pulling the rifle back out. He was on his knees, black mustache bristling.
"Feel good?" he said, sliding the Winchester deep again.
"Yes ... Oh yes!" Mary began to roll her hips sexily while Hollis held the weapon deep in her belly. Already she could feel the glowing itch as her body trembled with raw-edged nervous energy. Back and forth the sheriff pushed the gun barrel. Her pussy flowed with hot juice, wetting the metal until it made a sticky noise every time it moved out of her. Mary clenched her thighs tight around it, feeling the sharp steel parts against her skin, wild with the knowledge that the Winchester was so hard and she was so soft.
As she lurched into her cuming spasms, Mary knew the sheriff was watching her like some kind of insect, but she couldn't worry about that. Couldn't worry about anything but the lovely waves of madness that wracked her body. The itch grew into an indescribable explosion. Her blood rushed like a raging torrent in her eardrums and she writhed painfully against the rough insides of the culvert pipe as sheriff Hollis probed with his long-barreled rifle into the satiny lining of her vagina. And finally that amber glow of happy relief bathed her limbs as she flopped, whimpering, the rifle still jammed deep inside.
"You'd fuck anything," Hollis hissed, pulling the Winchester out of her cunt and leaning it against the side of the pipe while he buckled his pants. Mary Ann lay there breathless with the fury of her dying spasms until the sheriff jerked her to her feet and yanked her out of the culvert and up the steep sides of the embankment. She stumbled once and almost went down. Hollis made no move to catch her.
"My clothes!" she said as he opened the back door of the patrol car and shoved her inside.
"If you had any, they're gone now. Reckon I'll take you in naked." As Mary Ann began to sob there, she felt a blanket thrown down beside her. "There, cover up with that if you got any shame."
Of course I have shame, Mary wanted to say, but I've been drugged. I'm sick and all mixed up inside. Instead she kept her lips pressed tight together, squirming under the blanket as best she could. The handcuffs cut painfully into the flesh of her wrists. But there was one ray of sunshine ahead. She was going to the same jail where they had Brent. She was going to see her Brent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After a night sleeping next to Larry, Ruth awoke feeling clear minded for the first time in days. Now she was certain that Royce had been giving her some kind of drug and the longer she thought about it the more worried she became about Mary Ann. She hadn't even seen her baby sister since the first evening they'd followed Royce into Broken Wheel. And knowing how Royce had tried to use her, Ruth grew more scared. There was no telling what he might do with Mary.
Larry listened thoughtfully as she told him everything she could remember that had happened. She was sitting there naked on the foam rubber mattress they'd shared, her legs folded gracefully under one haunch, and as she talked Larry petted the bottom of her foot. She could see his cock under the sheet draped loosely across his hips. It looked hard enough to be driven in the ground and Ruth felt breathless with the knowledge that it was her pussy the powerful driller would want to be fucking in the next minute or so.
"When John brings the truck back from town, we'll drive in and see if we can straighten out this bastard Royce. I'm about fed up with his shit."
Ruth remembered Larry's friend leaving the night before when they really got to loving hot. "He didn't really have to go to town last night," she said, feeling her ears go pink.
"The way you were hollering," Larry smiled, "I guess he figured he should let us be alone."
Larry finger's squeezed her thigh and she bent to kiss his arm. "The way you were loving me, I couldn't help but yell."
Though she was worried about her younger sister, Ruth knew they couldn't go anywhere until Larry's friend John came back with the truck. Until that time, there was nothing to do but be alone with her new man. She stood up and pulled Larry up too. His cock pressed its tip against her navel and she made a sexy little dance before him, smiling and fluttering her eyes. Finally he reached out and took her fiery red locks, petting her head with affection.
"I've always had a dream," Ruth began, holding his hips as she continued the suggestive movements, "of being held in someone's arms and fucking!" It had taken courage for her to admit her secret desire. But until she'd met Larry she had never known a man strong enough to actually support her, fuck her and cum himself all while standing on his own two feet. Not that she was fat or overly heavy, but Ruth knew that she was full-fleshed anyway. Her breasts were large and firm and heavy on her chest. Her buttocks was a smooth-rounded wonder that shivered sexily when she ran and her thighs were a mature woman's thighs. Her body was solid. Gracefully formed, but solid. Ruth knew she wouldn't make a very good high-fashion model like Mary Ann might some day. But men seemed to like her cushiony comfort fine. And now she'd found one who looked strong enough to hold her and fuck her at the same time.
"You really want to wear me out, don't ya?" Larry laughed, pulling her close. She felt his cock push up into her belly. With slow, languorous movements, she petted her foot up and down his leg, hinting how much she'd like to climb him. Larry slapped her bottom and then bent down and cupped his strong palms under her cheeks, fanning his fingers over the yielding flesh to give more support. Then Ruth gave a little jump and scissored her legs around his waist. Her breasts mashed over the muscled shelves of his chest and she felt her pussy lips peeled back by the force of his hands on either side.
"You put it in, baby," he whispered, wetting her whole ear with his mouth. Ruth rocked her head against his caress, giving a happy sigh when he dug into the small canal with the tip of his tongue. She reached a hand between her thighs and found the hot, bobbing spear of his penis. He shifted her body in the supporting web of his hands and she bent the member up until she could feel her labia touching it. She squirmed slightly and the lips parted. Larry's cock settled upwards into the hot V of her cunt and her juices flooded out of it. Again Ruth moved and felt her closed tube come into alignment with the jutting angle of the thick organ. More hot butter coursed out of her body's wells, wetting the prickskin in oozing droplets. Her knuckles and hands were soppy with the warm oil now and she had to grip Larry's rod firmer to guide it into the right place. In that position her muscles contracted up inside her every time she tightened her legs around her man's middle. As his cock tip began to shove aside the velvet-smooth lining at the beginning of her pussy, she felt her insides trying to squeeze down on the sex-thickened meat.
"Ohhh honey, you're so big!"
"And you can take every inch of me too," Larry said, his blue eyes turned to hers. "Every last inch."
Ruth squirmed her ass and felt more of his juice-sleeked prick divide her. "You made me feel like it was the first time, Larry. I didn't know a man's cock could feel so lovely stretching me like that!"
They kissed then, squishing their lips together and moaning through the lusty heat of it. When Ruth teased the tip of her tongue between his teeth, he bit down and held her there.
Larry swung around the room in a crazy dance, letting his hands relax under Ruth's ass and then pushing her up again. The sucking sound of his cock sliding deep and pulling out of her vagina thrilled her. She kissed the side of his face and leaned her head happily against one broad shoulder as he spun in a whirling circle. For an instant she was afraid he might drop her and the spasm of fear made her sphincter go tight.
"Christ almighty!" Larry roared, his mouth hanging half open from the sensations he had experienced.
"What is it darling?"
"The way you tighten down inside ... it was so damned soft and at the same time I felt the blood being squeezed out of me!"
Ruth tried to do it consciously, milking her ass up and down as she tightened and loosened the powerful circle of muscles. "Like ... this?"
"Wow! Sure 'nough!" Larry crashed against a chair, sending it toppling across the foam mattress they'd slept on. Ruth felt her clit being rubbed by her man's body. She found that by scissoring her thighs tight and lifting, she could make the up and down motion herself over the steaming penis that pierced her. Larry was getting excited. She could tell by the way he breathed so hard when she made her insides clasp at his glands. Especially when she pulled her pussy free of him all except the bulging glands. Holding that most sensitive portion of his organ inside her, Ruth whipped her bottom around in grinding circles. Then when Larry's legs shook from the ecstatic clench, she'd loosen and plunge down until his balls were all that hung from her body.
With a happy cry, she once more touched her fingers to the balls inside the wrinkled bag. They slipped away from her and she was careful not to squeeze too hard.
"They feel so hot!" she breathed against Larry's neck, "and so slick inside their sack." His lips curved out over hers and she moaned into the darkness of his mouth.
"There's enough stuff hanging under my cock to knock up every woman in Kansas, Texas and Oklahoma put together."
Ruth shook her head and tickled Larry's back. "You men are so damned cocky. What makes you think all those women would want your sticky old cum inside them!"
"You seem to like it," he said back, nuzzling into the hollow of her neck. Ruth trembled in his embrace. It was true ... she did like it. Just to know that the stringy hot jizz was being forced into her womb was enough to make her cum twice sometimes. She'd practiced at knowing the exact second a man began to spurt so she could share his excitement. The night before with Larry she'd studied his signs, remembered how his muscles had felt, how his breathing had quickened. This time, she was certain she'd know when the first hot droplet fountained from his lovely cock to coat the waiting membranes of her pussy.
"My cunt is so tight this way ... it fits you just right!"
Larry only grunted with pleasure and wallowed his chest harder against her teasing breasts. Her nipples were so erect that they bent sideways as they brushed over his warm skin. Then she arched out away from him, hanging around his strong neck with just her clasped fingers. He held her at the small of the back now, letting her scissored legs support her completely. Tightening her thighs to keep from sliding down too far made her insides contract around the thick and tumid prick. Larry's legs shook again and the walls blurred as he spun across the floor. Ruth clung close to him once more, her head beside his, her arms clutching frantically to his broad shoulders. She was letting herself open further inside as Larry slipped his hands under her ass again to hold her up. With her legs extended straight out behind his back, she rocked her hips. The rubbery, flared cock gouged at a hard place. She felt the steamy tip touch another secret opening deep within her belly. And then she was suddenly engulfed by an aching throb in the pit of her pussy. The throb became a tempestuous tickle which caused her whole frame to lurch against Larry's chest as she squirmed around in his arms in an effort to touch more of her swimming cunt to his cock and loins. Her loosened red hair tumbled down over her man's back as she dropped her face against the hollow of his neck. His strong fingers pushed into the fleshy part of her bottom and as she felt her crack pulled apart by their excited movements, Ruth fanned her toes out. She could see her own feet over the top of Larry's shoulder, could see the muscles standing out in her thighs, defining the angles of her legs and ankles. The joyous spasms racked her without mercy. She tried to kiss the hot, male skin close to her lips, but only slobbered instead. A line of spit trickled down Larry's chest and as their bodies came close again Ruth was smeared with it too.
The firm, rubbery end of Larry's cock was pressed tight against the very end of her convulsing vagina. Her clitoris was surrounded by his pubic hair and drenched with Ruth's own flowing honey. She breathed in shuddering gasps from the very bottom of her bursting lungs. Another jolt of electric thrills pounded through her pussy so hard that she threw her head far back and tossed crazily.
"Larrrrry!" she cried, rubbing her peeled back pussy against him with as much force as she could muster. Larry held her ass firmly with his work-hardened hands. There was a slight smile on his face and Ruth knew that it must feel good to him too ... good to have his blood swollen prick enwrapped with the softest, hottest, wettest thing in the world.
Up and down she rubbed herself as Larry staggered around the room keeping them both from falling into a gasping heap somehow. The fluttery tickle faded slowly and her legs began to dangle down straight. Larry lowered her to the foam mattress and when she felt his thick organ slipping out of her belly, she gave a faint groan. It still seemed as rigid as ever and when the glands popped out from the mouth of her vagina, she was sure Larry hadn't cum yet.
He had been watching her when she opened her eyes and gazed at him across the mattress. His cock was still glossy, drying slowly in the warm air of the room. The tin roof of the shed creaked above them as the sun poured its heat down. Ruth smiled and then looked at the pretty curves of Larry's cock, the way the glands was shaped.
"I want to do something nice for you too!" she breathed.
"Just having you around is good for me," he said back.
Ruth reached over and softly enclosed the slick cock that pointed upwards along his stomach. Larry moved his hips slightly and closed his eyes.
"You know I always have wanted to, well ... too jack a man off!" Larry looked at her and she felt the heat rise in her face. "I was afraid to tell anyone else, but you're different." Ruth moved her closed hand up and then back down. The tender membranes of Larry's tip seemed to glow with an inner fire. The purple color grew deeper and the curving ridge that jutted out from the shaft increased in size. An idea struck her then. She pushed herself up and swayed sexily across the room to a small metal cabinet on a shelf where a loaf of bread was and a battered coffee pot. Sure enough inside she found a cube of butter in a saucer. It was soft already and when she peeled back the paper wrapper, her fingers came away oily and slick.
Larry watched her come back across the room and kneel beside him, her knees just touching one hip. She gave him a warm grin of excitement and dug two fingers into the soft, yellow butter. Then she smeared the melting stuff across the tip of his prick and began to gently massage it in. Larry gave a raspy sigh when she smoothed an oozing yellow curd over the bulging lobes underneath and squished it around until his body heat melted it and the tender skin of his penis was soaking it up.
Even when his entire length was shiny, Ruth smeared on more. The melting, golden rivulets coursed back down, covering his scrotum, soaking his cockhair. Then she put the rest of the butter aside and curved her fingers around him like before. When she jacked him this time she let his cock slip through the circle of her hand a little.
"Jeesus baby!" Larry murmured, "I can take allot more of that!"
Ruth concentrated hard to make her fingers just brush the most sensitive places on Larry's standing prick. The butter made a smacking, slick noise as it popped between her fingers. A melting drop of it hung for a moment at the very tip and then plopped onto the skin of Larry's belly. Again and again she brought her hand up ... pushed it back.
"Honey ... it's the nicest thing I've ever had in my hand!" Ruth giggled at her own words and Larry smoothed her thigh and laughed too.
"It does fit there pretty good at that, doesn't it?"
Ruth knew that the muscled driller couldn't be too far from cuming. His breathing was beginning to sound uneven and rushed. She picked up the rhythm of her stroking until the butter slopped in squirts from between her fingers and Larry's eyes closed and he put his head back down on the mattress. Now she was holding him tighter as she pumped, catching the skin enough to move it too, and then loosening again so that only her hand made the friction over his shaft. The blood-heated tip swelled larger with every stroke and Ruth found her own breathing allot faster than normal. She bent her face closer, watching the tiny slit at the end of Larry's penis where she knew his cream would come boiling out. As she continued to jack him, she touched her other fingers into the wrinkled skin of his bag. The firm balls slicked away from her at first, but then she caught one and gently squeezed. It was as if the tension in the driller's body had been suddenly triggered. Ruth had her eyes on the tiny orifice when the first jet leaped into the air. Larry arched his back, drove his heels powerfully into the bed and brought his ass up into the air. To see the muscles in his buttocks all cinched up tight drove Ruth into a fury of excitement. She made her hand dance over his purging prick. The melted butter sucked loudly between her palm and the shape of her man's thick organ. Larry held himself free of the bed like that as another string of cream fountained three feet and came down hotly over Ruth's wrist and arm.
"Oh darling, it's coming out so fast!" Ruth slowed her jacking movements. She was too excited to even blink. The organ swelled as the next thick bunch of seed pushed open the small hole and the sharp smelling stuff flowed down around the domed head of Larry's cock. Her fingers were soaked with it now, but she never once stopped her up and down movements. She watched the whitish strings mixing with the melted butter as together the sexy mess drenched Larry's pubic hair and the inside of one thigh. He was pumping his hips now by himself, and Ruth held the curved opening of her hand still and let him fuck it. More hot semen boiled out over the backs of her knuckles and she had to lick her lips with the passion she felt burning inside her breast. For the first time in her life she was understanding just how a man was put together, how he worked. A man was a powerful creation to plant baby makin's deep inside a girl's belly. His cock was shaped like a barb on the end ... it looked to her as if it had been formed for one reason only. To rub the satiny insides of a girl's soft secrets. Of course she knew there were lots of other things you could do with one. Cocks fit nicely into mouths ... hands ... against bellies and breasts. But as yet another steamy rush of jizz flooded down the sides of Larry's glands, she realized why the things were so long. To spear deep enough so that the seed wouldn't be wasted. And their shape and thickness had a reason too. A girl could feel one inside and that was enough to make her squirm around with excitement. All that squirming could only serve to make a boy wiggle more himself. And usually it ended up with spoonfuls of white froth filling the girl's womb. Like Larry had filled her the very first time they'd fucked and like she wanted him to do again ... soon.
The rod-like shape softened in her caressing grip and Ruth lightened her stroking and then quit it all together. Larry slumped on the bed, his breathing full and labored. As he rested there, Ruth found a towel and began to dab tenderly at the mess she'd made of his crotch. She dried the butter and semen from his ballsack and shaft, but when she touched the towel to his glands, Larry stiffened and groaned.
"I guess I can lick that off," she said brightly and holding the wilting meat firmly in both hands, swathed her hot tongue under and around the super-sensitive crown. The salty taste of the butter added a nice flavor to the sourness of her man's white cum. When she could taste no more of either, Ruth pulled her lips away with a pop and surveyed her efforts. "There," she giggled, licking the droplets from the corners of her mouth and gulping them down too.
Larry's working buddy John got back with the truck just as they were dressing. After a few words to Larry and a shy look at her again, the lanky man went in the shed. Larry walked Ruth over and held the door of the pickup open. The snow white flank of one leg flashed from under her dress as she clambered up and the big driller grabbed it with a loving squeeze.
"John feels a little funny about our first game in there," he laughed. "Guess he didn't figure you and me would hit it off so good."
"He's nice," Ruth said, feeling uncomfortable herself about how she'd sucked another man's cock while Larry fucked her. She didn't want him to think she was too wild, even though he understood how Royce had drugged her.
"Don't worry about your sister," Larry said as he guided the truck around his drilling rig and out onto the mud-rutted road towards town. "We'll clear this whole mess up quick when we get there."
They hadn't gone more than a couple of miles when the sharply jolting truck began to have a strange effect on Ruth. She'd cleaned her pussy thoroughly before leaving Larry's place, dried it with a towel and then pulled on her panties that had dried by a window. But now her juices were flowing like crazy again. She kept looking over at her man's tight-crotched jeans, knowing that there was something inside which fit so nicely inside her body.
"Honey, I think that drug ... Uhhh ... I think maybe there's still some of it in my system." Larry laughed and circled an arm around her shoulder.
"Sure you're not just plain horny?"
Ruth closed her eyes with embarrassment. "You are pretty sexy!" she gushed, rubbing her cheek against the pectoral swell of his chest. Her hand crept down until she could feel the firm lump between his legs. A part of his cock had crept down the leg of his levis and she began to pet it there, thrilled from the way it grew to meet her touch.
"Couldn't we stop for just a second or two?" she whispered. "My poor little cunny is about to get your seat all wet."
Larry horsed the battered orange truck to the side of the road and pushed Ruth's dress up. Then he hooked his fingers in the elastic around her waist and yanked them down off of her knees. She tucked one leg up and freed that foot. The silk dangled sexily around her other ankle as Larry twisted her around in the seat and pushed her down on her back.
"Oh god, I'm gonna die if you do this!" But before she could say another word, she felt Larry's fingers forcing her thighs open, felt his chin gouge into the heat of her vulva, spreading the lips wide. A hot tongue spread over her clit and then began to suckle at it. Ruth pushed her pubis up hard against the man's face. She felt his teeth against the velvet of her pussy and closed her eyes. Though she knew they had to get to town sometime that day, all she could think about now was the maddening friction her man had started against her flooding parts. And as the point of his tongue danced and fluttered over the thickening of her clitoris, Ruth forgot about everything but the two of them in that old truck on a rutted road in the middle of the desert.
"Eat me up, baby!" she cried, "just eat me all up!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The cells in the old jail at Broken Wheel were separated from the sheriff's office by a wall. Throughout the day, the connecting door was kept propped open and Mary could see Hollis moving around in the other room from time to time. Since there were only two cells, the sheriff had put Mary Ann in the one next to Brent's. They'd looked lovingly at each other hour after hour, but both knew it was no use trying to communicate. Once when Mary had just spoken Brent's name, Hollis had stormed back and cursed them both out.
Mary sighed and cinched the blanket tighter around her shoulders. Though her handcuffs had been removed, the olive drab covering was all she had to hide her nakedness. She sat there on the narrow cot that hung from chains from the wall and gave the handsome boy in the next cell longing looks of love. Brent eyed her hungrily, rubbing his hands on his jeans, pacing the floor and giving her a tense smile every so often.
Darkness came. Mary Ann worried about Ruth and the water well driller Royce said was fucking her. When she tried to imagine what someone like that might do to her sister, she shuddered. But after awhile she figured Ruthy would be better off away from Royce, no matter who might be enjoying her now. There was poor Monica to worry about too. Royce had her with him somewhere. Maybe he was going to get even for what the dark-skinned girl had done to help.
But though all these things bothered her, Mary thought most about Brent. The drug Royce gave her had weakened some in its effect, but she could still feel the hot rushes that coursed through her inflamed little pussy. The lights in the part of the building where they were had still been left off. Though the sheriff had kept the door from his office open, only a little light filtered back to the cells. Then Hollis got his hat and Mary Ann glimpsed him as he went out. With a cry of joy she tightened the blanket around her and hurried to the bars that separated her from Brent. He was already there waiting for her.
"We're alone!" she gasped, running a slender hand through the space between bars. She touched Brent's stomach, curled her fingers behind him. His own hands were hugging the blanket against the small of her childishly narrow back.
"Drop that damned blanket!" he murmured lowering his face even with hers and pressing his mouth and chin between the cold steel bars as far as he could. Mary loosened her grip and felt the wool sliding back over her shoulders. It slithered past her bottom and puddled around her feet. Brent groaned at the sight of her. The slanting light from the front office illuminated the standing stalks of her youthful breasts, made the shallow hollow of her navel seem a black pool of mystery. He smoothed a hand over the hollows and swells. Mary pushed her body closer, even though the steel of her cage made her shiver with its coldness. Without having to think it, she began to undo the fly of Brent's levis.
"How come everything has gotten so screwed up?" Brent said, petting the light brown hair back from her face.
"You're the one I want to have close," Mary blurted, "and so far it's been everybody but you!" Her cheeks went pink and she dropped her eyes, ashamed at having said anything. Brent eyed her with a look of sick frustration.
"Royce fucked you good didn't he?" Brent stiffened, his fingers tightening on Mary Ann's shoulders. "What else happened?"
"Brent I didn't want to! God knows I didn't!" She couldn't bear to tell about the trucker she'd picked up in the cafe or about what Sheriff Hollis had made her do in the culvert on her knees in front of him. She couldn't have stopped that either. The drug was still in her blood.
"You poor baby," Brent said, softening at the sorrow of her voice. "You're just a kid too." She watched the muscles twitch at the side of his head. "If I could get to that Royce I swear I'd ..."
"Then you'd be in trouble too," Mary whispered hotly.
"Hell, I'm already in jail. I might as well do something worth being locked up for."
Mary was feverishly pushing down Brent's underwear. His cock uncurled and rose against her hand. "Let's not waste time with that now," she cooed, "let's be together. At least this once!"
As Brent shoved his hips against the bars as close as they'd go, Mary Ann began to stroke the damp skin of his prick. He tried to bend his knees while Mary tilted her hips and pressed close too, but there was no way they could do it. Then she thought of something. It was crazy, but it might work.
"Help lift me up so I can grab that crossbar," she told Brent. He supported her until she had looped her arms under the horizontal piece of steel securely. Then she swung her slender legs between the vertical bars, leaving a bar space between. With her knees pulled back again and the weight of her body holding the bottoms of her thighs down against the cold metal rods on each side of her pussy, she was as close as she could possibly get. Brent moved forward and pressed his shoulders under her calves, further supporting them. His breathing was heavy and hot as he realized that after all it might just be possible. Mary felt something touch the outer lips of her pussy and gave a gasp of joy when she strained her eyes down to see it was Brent's pretty cock. Their bodies were still held apart the same distance as the bars were thick, but as she tilted her hips into a new position and Brent frantically gouged the head of his prick down into the slick heat of her cunny, Mary knew he could get it in. At least a little bit.
"Mary darling, you're so wet ... so hot!"
"I want you, Brent! I'm crazy for you!"
She felt him searching for the place in her body which would receive him. The outer edges of her vagina were raw from the fucking she'd done under the influence of Royce's drug, but Mary couldn't worry about a little pain at a time like this. At last she was going to have the man she really wanted. Handsome, loving Brent. Her arms ached from the sharpness of the rigid crosspiece but with her legs thrust through the two openings and with the third opening in the middle for her parts to come in contact with Brent, Mary knew she could hold on a little longer.
"Hurry, Brent ... down a little more! Ohhhhh yes!" The blood-tight knob of his cock forced its way into the heat of her pussy. Mary bit off a cry of pain that threatened to burst from her throat. She tried hard to concentrate on the good parts. The hot, full feel of a man's penis stretching her apart. The slick, wet sound as he pulled back and fucked deeper. She knew he was at least an inch inside her and then two inches. Mary strained to press her ass harder against the bars. Brent pushed her legs up with his shoulders, his hands circled behind her back to keep her as close as possible. His rigid shaft pierced another short way into the squishy flood of her dainty hole. Mary listened but there was no sound at all from the front office. So far they were still alone.
"I can't get it in any farther," Brent whispered, "it's these damned bars between us!"
"Honey ... Oh honey ... keep moving like that!"
The teasing sensation of the shallow fucking was driving Mary Ann into a happy delirium. She rubbed her ass from side to side, not thinking about the bars as something to be hated, but as a new sensation instead. Brent's tumid prick sunk into her pussy halfway and then pulled back. Each time he went forward and up, Mary Ann strained as hard as she could to make their bodies close. And each time it seemed like maybe they'd gained a tiny bit more of togetherness. Her vagina flooded more love butter and she liked the way it made their parts suck. The shallow fucking was noisier, sexier sounding somehow. Brent was trying to kiss her face, but it was a strain for Mary to lean forward. When she felt his tongue licking out between the bars though, she forgot her pain and forced her mouth to close enough to feel his hot licking.
Once again, Brent forced his shaft between the cold steel on either side and Mary let her head flop over as the head of his cock tantalized her hungry pussy. She could feel her hot, satiny walls clasping around the lovely hunk of meat, but couldn't get close enough to be really filled with it.
She was intensely aware of other sensations as if making up for the limitations the bars between them had created. Mary's feet tickled between the toes and along the bottoms. And when Brent started rubbing the soft places behind her knees, she babbled wildly and plunged her hips around so hard that his half-imbedded prick almost slipped out.
"I'm going crazy, Brent! Oh I wish we were in the same cell!"
"Mary darlin'," he breathed, trying to pull her face close again. She stretched her tongue out and ran it along his wet lips. Straining together, they forced their loins against the bars. Brent held himself still while Mary Ann pumped her young bottom up and down, milking what friction she could from the first four inches.
A sudden noise in the outer office made them both freeze. Then Mary Ann brought her legs down from around Brent's shoulders and unhooked her arms from the crossbars. Brent was jerking his pants closed as she limped painfully across the cell towards her blanket. Every muscle seemed on fire from the contorted position she'd held herself in so long. Before she could cover her nakedness, someone swaggered into the hall outside their cells. There was the clanking sound of a key and Mary watched her barred door sweep open.
"What you doin?" an unfamiliar voice croaked, "running around naked, huh?" The thin glimmer of light from the office let her see the man's heavy beard and bulky, muscular body. "Maybe you were playin' with your boyfriend over here ... yeah, maybe you were!"
"You're not the sheriff!" Mary gasped, trying frantically to pull the edge of the old blanket up over her breasts.
"Sheriff took the rest of the night off," the man sniggered. "I'm the deputy and I got strict orders to keep a watch on you."
"Get out of her cell," Brent said, voice angry.
The deputy walked slowly over to the bars separating him from Brent. Mary was unable to see the powerful movements of his body, the glint of his gun and cartridge belt. There were two pair of handcuffs hanging from a little clasp there. Why did he need two pair, she wondered.
"One more word out of you, kid, and you'll be picking yerself up outta the toilet!" He rubbed a thick hand over his bristly beard and came back towards Mary. She shivered and drew her blanket tighter. But in the next moment, the deputy's hands grabbed it and tore it off with a jerk.
"Please don't hurt me!" she whined. The man's hands went to the handcuffs and pulled them free from his belt ... both pair.
"Stick out yer hands!"
There was no mercy at all in his tone and Mary Ann knew she had no choice but to do what he wanted. She held her slender arms out and felt the cold, shiny steel encircle each wrist. The cuffs locked closed with sharp metallic clicks.
"Stand up now, or I'll yank you up!"
Brent tightened his fingers on the bars of his cell. "If you so much as touch her ..."
This time the deputy didn't hesitate. He strode quickly across the small enclosure and drove a foot between the bars of Brent's cage. The sharp heel of the cowboy boot caught the young man in the groin and sent him reeling back. Without another word the deputy came back to Mary Ann. He pulled one cuffed arm up over her head and locked the other part of the manacle to the crossbar that ran almost two feet above the top of her head. Then he did the same with the other arm, standing back with a smile to survey his work. Mary had had to stretch down with her toes to touch the floor and the muscles that had only a moment before been curled tight were now stretched as far as they could go. A sharp jab of pure fear made her cry out. The deputy was pulling off his boots, taking down his pant.
"No! God no!" she cried. The butt of his pistol bumped the concrete floor and the broad-built man straightened up to take off his shirt.
"I figure a girl like you needs a little law and order," he rasped. "Sheriff told me he took you down under a culvert and give you some. Now it's my turn."
* * *
When the pain in Brent's balls faded enough so that he could roll over and open his eyes, he tried to jump to his feet. But the shock of the deputy's boot brought another angry shoot of fire through his crotch. For the first time in his life, he felt completely helpless. There was nothing he could do ... nothing. Even if he tried to say something to the brutal man, it might make him crazed enough to hurt sweet Mary Ann.
Cursing under his breath, Brent drug himself to the bars again and looked with sickened hate at the thick, hairy back of the lawman. He'd stripped himself completely naked, and his balls hung down huge and heavy between his thighs. Mary was handcuffed to one side of her cell and Brent saw she was forcing herself to look away from him ... she didn't want to call on his help for fear of reprisal. He was looking at them from the side and saw the frail girl draw her bottom back as the deputy pressed his purple cockhead against the wispy curls of her cunt hair. Pulling back like that made Mary's slender back arch prettily. The muscles in her arms stood out as she strained her feet off the ground and tried to climb the cold cage with her heels. But there was no way she could avoid the turgid shaft. The deputy laughed and grabbed her adolescent hips with his hamlike hands. Mary squeezed her thighs tight together and whimpered pitifully.
"Gonna fight me, eh?" The ham hands smoothed over the girl's belly and Brent saw her skin quake with excitement, even though she was afraid. Then he watched cruel fingers circle each of Mary Ann's thighs and squeeze until her pretty lips curled down with the pain. She opened her legs quickly but still the hands clenched her girlish muscles hard.
"You gonna keep em like that now?" the deputy said, sneering.
"Yes! Oh god, don't hurt me anymore!"
The man steadied his cockshaft with one hand and pressed it into the delicate, blondish down that covered Mary's outer lips. Brent chewed his lip and clenched both fists tight with frustrated anger. A slippery, slick sound came to his ears as the deputy pumped his hips and drove the helmet shaped head of his prick back and forth along Mary Ann's honey-drenched divide. The girl pressed her head back against the bars and twisted against the manacles that held her wrists high above her. A thick bunch of her sun-kissed hair tumbled down over the front of one shoulder and the lawman curled his fingers in the angel-fine strands and shuffled his feet closer.
Mary's round bottom was pressed back now. Brent could see the unyielding bars sinking into the soft, fleshy swells as the deputy brought the angle of his cock up and bent his knees slightly. He was searching Mary's pussyhole and the thought of another man having what Brent had only started to enjoy brought him to his feet.
"You son of a ..." Brent stopped them. He stopped because the deputy had twisted more of Mary's golden-brown locks around his hand and was pulling her head back. The girl's face was contorted in pain again as the burly man kept her in that strained position while he slobbered at the corded sinews along her neck.
"Ohhhhhh!" Mary gasped, her belly shivering. The deputy's ass gave a sharp upward thrust and Brent saw the head of his cock disappear from sight. He lunged again and the softness of the girl's bottom shivered as her feet came off the floor.
"Nooooo!" she moaned, but the heavy-hipped man fucked upwards again and there was the sound of Mary Ann's pussy slipping down around his thick cock. Mary twisted her graceful torso around, whining under her breath. The handcuffs clinked against the bars and dug into her slim wrists. Brent watched her immature breasts rising and falling and then the deputy's chest crushed them flat and pushed the struggling girl back harder against the bars. He tried to kiss her then, but Mary turned her face away. The deputy sucked greedily at her neck and ear instead. A line of hot drool slipped down between Mary Ann's titties and was smeared between their bodies.
The deputy was fucking up and down now and Brent saw that his soft lover was forced to keep her thighs wide apart to keep the thick thing from hurting her as it jabbed deeper into her belly. And all this time Mary had kept from looking over at Brent. Her bravery made him want to reach out to her, made him all the more eager to get at the cruel deputy.
"Damn if you ain't a tight little piece!" the bearded man gasped. "I can feel that little pussy just clingin' to me."
"Please don't push too hard!" Mary breathed, drawing in a shuddery lungful of air.
"I never seen no fifteen year old girl who couldn't take any man's cock," the deputy laughed, bringing his hips up and under again. Mary's back arched like before and she squirmed hard against the bars. Brent watched in horror as the juice smeared shaft was pulled out of her body and then forced slowly in again. The girl began to breath noisily. Her eyes fluttered closed and Brent saw her mouth slacken, her bottom lip droop. The cockshaft sucked and slurped at the edges of her hole as it went in and out. Brent could see that Mary was trying to hold her head up, but finally she flopped forward and rested her forehead on the thick shoulder of the deputy.
"Startin' to like it ain't ya?"
"Noooo ... I ... Ohhhh, god, please stop ... please!"
"You'd be beggin' me not to if I was to quit now." He circled his big hands behind her arched back and pressed her wiggling bottom down as he jabbed upwards once more. A flood of Mary's slick butter oozed down over his drooping ballsack and when he pulled back out of her there was the wet sound of soppy soft pussy flesh clinging to the man's barbed glands.
"Sonofabitch," the deputy swore, ravishing Mary Ann's neck with his mouth. To Brent it looked like a bearded madman was eating his sweetheart alive and he strained against the bars.
The big cock drove harder and faster into Mary's body. Each time it was pulled out very slowly and held with only the tip covered with the buttery membranes. It was plain to Brent now that Mary Ann's movements were more than struggles to escape from the hard snake in her cunt. She had begun to tip her hips very slightly from one side to the other and though she still jerked against the handcuffs at her wrists, one heel was hooked behind the deputy's leg. The man's heavy muscled belly pressed against Mary's thin form as he worked himself deep again, rutting with animal noises at her neck and face. Suddenly Mary Ann was hunching her hips fast and her calf muscles stood out as she hooked both feet behind the deputy's legs. His movements too had become wilder, more urgent. His feet were spread for power and his balls swung with potent weight between his thighs as he fucked up into the deepest reaches of Mary Ann's young pussy.
Brent felt a red rage, but there was nothing he could do. Somehow he was able to face the truth. The truth that Mary was about to cum. Her gasps had become husky and strained and the look on her face was one of happy pain. When the deputy held his prick up deep inside her, the girl writhed between his body and the bars like she was covered with stinging ants. With her arms pulled high over her head by the handcuffs, Brent could see the bumps of her ribs easily and the dainty swells of her tittyflesh that would one day grow bigger. Her firm, flat belly heaved in and out as the bearded man neared his own climax. He was fucking her with powerful, even thrusts now and she matched his own rhythm with her lean, slim ass. The deputy let out a guttural moan and humped faster. Mary's bottom trembled and danced against the cold bars as a sudden gush of white fluid leaked from around the orifice of her vagina.
Brent pounded his fists against the bars as he watched the slick strings of jizz cling for a moment in Mary's downy pussy curls and then drip to the concrete floor of the cell. She was dancing her taut ass in circles now as the thick organ fountained cream inside her. More hot seed leaked out and wet the insides of her thighs, hung from the deputy's ballsack.
"Ohhhh ..." she groaned, "I don't want you to do this to me ... Ohhh noooo! It feels soooo ..."
Clenching his eyes tight together, Brent turned away. But the ecstatic cries from his darling's throat cut through him anyway. He jerked his head back around in time to see her flopping like a wounded bird against the deputy's big body. The man still fucked her hard, though his ardor was dying. When at last he pulled his prick free from the suckling hole inside the girl's body, Mary Ann was still twitching, heaving her ass around like she hadn't had enough. Her expression looked delirious and even after the bearded deputy opened her cuffs and stretched her face down on her bunk, she moved her bottom in a slow, undulating way.
Thick semen slipped from her swollen wound and puddled on the cot between her parted thighs.
"She won't want you no more," the deputy snorted, yanking up his pants again, cinching his gun belt. Brent wanted bad to say something, but he knew it would be something so vile and full of hate that the man would be forced to come to his cell and beat him. He bit blood from his lip and stayed silent.
When the deputy had left them alone, Brent strained to see Mary's face. For all he knew she was unconscious. "Mary! Are you alright?"
Her reply was only a shaky whisper. "Brent ... yes. I'm alright."
* * *
Brent didn't remember when sleep overtook him. He knew only that Mary Ann drifted off, her soft snores coming to him with the even rhythm of sleep. And though he fought to remain alert, he was too exhausted from the pent up rage he'd felt to resist the temptation to rest on his own bunk. The next thing he knew, there was the sound of drunken talk and laughter in the corridor outside the cells. Mary Ann's barred door was open. Two staggering men were being shoved inside.
"Don't say I never done nothin' for ya," the deputy's voice boomed. Brent could see even in the gloomy half-light that the two drunks had not yet seen Mary, stirring slightly on the single cot.
"What you mean," one man griped, "we us jest having a little fun. Lonny here bought that bottle for a big celebration and you have to go lock us up ..."
There was one young cowboy, his hat pushed back on his head. The other fellow was doing all the talking and seemed older. Both looked to Brent like they'd seen lots of rough times. Their faces were tan and weather beaten from long days in the desert. They were probably hands who picked up odd jobs on any ranch who might want to hire them. It was the young cowboy who first saw Mary's naked form.
"God damn, Frank, willya look at this!"
Mary Ann pushed herself weakly up onto her elbows. Then Brent saw her sleep-dazed eyes focusing. She started to say something and then closed her lips tight together. The cowboy named Lonny was already jerking down his pants. Outside the cell, the deputy watched, grinning.
"Hold her Frank," he said, "I'm gonna do some spring plowin'."
Brent thrust a fist through the bars as if he might be able to strike the young man with the cowboy hat. "Leave her alone!" There was the sudden rattle of keys as the deputy strode forward. The door to Brent's cell swung open and the deputy drew his pistol and brought the barrel down across his upraised arms. Brent groaned with the pain and tried to sidestep but the next lick caught him behind the neck and he went down in a heap. In the next cell, Mary was on her hands and knees.
"That'll learn ya to keep quiet!" He heard the deputy locking him in again. Brent rubbed his neck and looked. The taller man without a hat was squeezing Mary's head between his thighs, his hands circled under her belly. The young cowboy had a thigh under each of his arms and was holding them like the handles of a wheelbarrow as he fought to bury his skinny, long cock into the dampness of her groin.
"Damn is she ever buckin'!" he grunted. Mary beat her fists against the tall man's legs and knees, but he only scissored his grip on her head tighter. Then the cowboy's cock at last slipped into the beginning circle of her vaginal muscles and he drove hard.
"Ohhh ... hellllp!" Mary sobbed. The boy fucked harder into her squirming flesh and as he went deeper into her slippery tube, Mary's struggles lessened.
"Hurry up, Lonny," Frank said, "I want a whack at her too."
The deputy gave another throaty laugh and leaned against the bars. "Reason I'm being so generous is that this here girl is one of Royce's women. You know how much he usually charges for them."
The cowboy's hat tumbled to the floor as he labored to hold his prick deep in the hot folds of Mary's pussy. "Hell, I never been able to buy one of Royce's women. Can't afford to pass this up!"
"But she's not one of Royce's girls!" Brent shouted. "She was on her way somewhere else when he trapped her and her sister into staying ..." He stopped at the deputy's threatening look.
"You want I should cold cock you, you long-haired sonofabitch?"
Mary Ann whimpered pitifully, but her efforts to get away had weakened. Frank tightened his hug of her waist as Lonny began to slide in and out of her vagina.
"Look at that sweet ass she's got!" he said, "It ain't hardly bigger'n a boy's."
"You shouldn't oughta be fucking this one," Frank drawled, "she's eating stuff."
"I ain't complaining." Lonny said back.
Brent covered his face with his hands and felt like he might be losing his mind. He stalked back across his small cell, looking for a weapon, something to throw ... anything at all he might be able to use to help Mary Ann. She gave another small cry and he whirled to see Lonny and Frank forcing her over the edge of the bunk, her knees against the concrete floor. Lonny crouched behind her, fucking dog fashion into the squishy, cummy mess of her swollen pussy while Frank pressed down on her back so she wouldn't get away. In less than a minute, Lonny's ass muscles dimpled with tension and he fell forward on Mary Ann's back. The air was already heavy with the musky aroma of pussy and fresh semen and as the young cowboy spurted his share of seed into Mary's body, the smell grew stronger. Already Frank was standing behind his friend, pants off, cock in his hand.
Lonny jerked himself free and limped over against the back wall of the cell. Mary Ann somehow rolled off of the bunk and began crawling weakly towards the barred door. Frank ignored her efforts to escape. He walked behind her and when finally she stopped with nowhere to go, he dropped onto his knees and Brent heard the slick sound as he gouged a finger between the puffed, red lips of Mary's cunt. His prick was shorter than Lonny's but thicker. The glands was blunt and angry purple in color.
Brent could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Mary squirm over onto her back and open her legs to the man. But then he recognized the glassy look in her eyes ... the urgent, yearning lust left over from the drug Royce had given her early the day before. Even now it was still working on her and though Frank was surprised, he dove forward and rubbed his blunt penis up and down the V of the girl's cunny, searching for the flooding hole that would let him into the paradise of her warm, female body. Though he hated to think about it at all, Brent knew that Lonny had only stirred Mary's fires again and now she needed some kind of release. Even if it were only some stranger.
"Look here Lonny!" Frank cried, "she must like me!"
When suddenly the man's loins slipped closer to Mary's, Brent knew that his short, thick prick was pushing up into her honey-well. Again the juicy smack of sex honey sucking and slurping filled the cell. Mary clenched her legs high, squeezing Frank's middle as he thrust into her body with graceless, hurried fucks. Her lips peeled back from her teeth and she tightened her arms over the man's back. Then she burst out a half-smothered yelp of joy and ground her firm bottom around on the cold floor of the cell. Her excitement had spurred Frank too and his jerking hips jerked faster. Brent could see his blunt cock come all the way out of Mary once, but the girl was so soaked with juice and cum, her hole so ravaged, that the shaft slicked easily back inside. Then Frank's legs straightened stiffly out against the floor and he groaned into the soft swells of Mary Ann's titties. Mary stroked his back in a half-conscious trance of lust as more hot seed jetted into her vagina. Her own cumming throes were already fading, but she humped her back to press her clit up harder against Frank's body ... sapping every last bit of pleasure from the moment.
* * *
Brent waited until the men were both slumbering drunkenly on the floor and the deputy had gone back to his office before he said anything.
"Can you come over here?" he whispered. Mary had been so quiet that he'd wondered if maybe she was asleep too. But her eyes opened at his words and she got tiredly to her feet. Not bothering to wrap the blanket around her, she tiptoed over and pushed herself against the bars that separated them. For a moment they just stared at each other and then Brent pushed his hands through the spaces and gently caressed her fine, light hair.
"I ... I couldn't stop it ... I couldn't stop myself," Mary said, her voice trembly and quiet.
"You don't have to say anything." He kissed her forehead through the bars. Mary smelled like the sour sweat of cowboys and drying jizz and even whiskey from their hungry mouths, but he knew she was still his girl. Sometime they'd be able to discover each other ... away from Royce and this rotten town and anything else that might bother them.
"You ... you're not worried about getting pregnant?"
"No," Mary said quickly, shaking her head, "thank god for that. It's the wrong time of the month."
Brent kissed her lips this time and they lingered there, touching tongues for a full minute. Outside the sun was coming up and something told him there'd be help. He couldn't believe their luck would keep running sour indefinitely. Somebody, somewhere would surely get them out of Sheriff Hollis' jail.
CHAPTER NINE
Mary Ann had been sleeping when someone gave her shoulder a gentle shake. It was her sister Ruth and another man with sparkling blue eyes that she didn't recognize. Behind them was a tall state policeman, the key to her cell dangling in his fingers. The sleeping drunks hadn't moved.
"Come on baby," Ruth whispered, helping her gather the blanket around her shoulders, "I'll explain things when we get outside." Brent was already out of his cell and stood nearby grinning.
In the outer office there was no sign of Sheriff Hollis or his deputy. Another state patrolman sat in the sheriff's chair, going through his files. He gave Mary Ann an understanding smile, asked for her full name and jotted it down on a form before him.
"We probably won't need your testimony to take care of Hollis and his deputy," the patrolman said. "He jailed you without charge, but that doesn't amount to much compared to the other charges we're pinning on him." He smiled again. "Unless you have some complaint to make that we don't know about."
Mary Ann gave Brent a knowing look. She thought of the Sheriff making her suck his cock in the culvert and then the deputy handcuffing her to the bars and fucking her. And there were the two cowboys too, abusing her while the deputy watched. But in the look Brent and her exchanged, they silently agreed to let it lie. She didn't feel like having those tawdry details dragged through a public court.
"No, I don't have any complaints." She paused, blushing. "But what other charges do you have on the sheriff?"
The officer flipped open a manila folder. "He's been implicated along with Royce Hardin. Seems like they were working an illegal gambling operation at night in that cottage on Hardin's land. We raided early this morning and cleaned em all out like a bunch of rats. There may be evidence of prostitution to be considered when we go to trial." The patrolman motioned toward a corner and for the first time Mary saw the dark-skinned Monica sitting in a chair, hands folded peacefully in her lap. "There's the girl who blew it all wide open. She put us on the gambling operations and told us you and your friend here had been locked up by the Sheriff simply on Royce Hardin's say so." He shoved a form towards Mary and handed one to Brent. "We'll need statements of course in case the DA needs added testimony, but with this girl Monica's evidence it looks like an open and shut case."
Another patrolman hurried into the room from outside. "I got an all points pickup out for that Royce character," he drawled. "Shouldn't get far .before we have him."
"You mean, Royce got away?" Mary gasped, feeling the old fear she'd experienced the day before when the madman had tied and fucked her.
The officer at the desk tapped a pencil in an irritated way. "He slipped out a window when we hit that all-night poker game. Don't worry though, we'll pick him up and put him with his friends at the county jail."
* * *
There was another highway patrolman stationed at Royce's old farmhouse when the four of them got there, so Mary didn't feel nervous about taking a bath and getting her clothes together. Brent picked up the part for the camper at the bus station and Larry, and he put it in while Mary and Ruth talked.
Mary Ann learned how Royce had taken her older sister to the drilling site and how Ruth had stayed with Larry after finding out that Royce was pimping her to make money. They compared their experiences with the strange drug Royce had given them, Mary blushing furiously when she accounted for her naked condition when freed by the state patrolman.
"But that's rape!" Ruth said.
"Yes," Mary nodded, "but while it was happening, I tried to pretend it was Brent making love to me. I guess that's what got me through the night."
Ruth smiled and gave her a hug. "It's hard to realize that you were a virgin just a couple of days ago."
Mary shrugged. "I don't feel like I've really lost anything. And besides, now there's Brent." She didn't tell her sister that Brent and her hadn't really had a chance to get it on together, and that she could hardly wait until they could be alone.
"It was lucky that Monica decided to spill the beans," Ruth went on. "She was with the cops at the house when Larry and I got there and so we just came with them to the jail to get you and Brent loose. Monica said it was after Royce had left you locked in that room with the drug still working on you that she decided to expose him." Ruth's cheeks flushed with color. "She said no girl should be locked alone while the potion is hot in her blood."
"Monica is right about that," Mary said, remembering what a relief it had been to find the trucker in the cafe after she'd broken out of that room. "But I guess you know about it too."
The sisters blushed together and fell silent. After awhile, Ruth told Mary that she was going to drive with Larry to Albuquerque in the camper to meet their folks. "I couldn't bring myself to talk to them about all this over the phone," Ruth said, "so I sent a wire this morning telling them I had a surprise." She smiled and studied her hands. "I guess I'll come back and stay with this guy, Larry. I really dig him."
"Brent and I want to stick together too," Mary said, "If I can convince the folks. Brent said he'd drive me to Albuquerque and talk to them. Guess we'll be following you two."
"Fifteen-and-a-half and already wanting to leave home!" Ruth scolded.
"Somehow I feel lots older," Mary sighed, brushing a long fall of light brown hair from her eyes. "A whole lot older!"
* * *
By noon Mary Ann was snuggled next to Brent and they were headed west in his car. Ruth and Larry had left an hour before so they were alone on the highway except for an occasional passing truck. They hadn't talked much about what happened at the jail. Mary knew that Brent understood it'd been him she'd wanted when the deputy and the drunks had used her lovely body.
Already Mary Ann was thinking of when they could be together, alone. She noticed too that Brent's levis were tight around the crotch. The way the wind blew his longish hair over his collar, the way his eyes went warm when he looked at her ... it all was having an effect on her own warm cunny too.
"You were beautiful last night in that cell," Bret finally said. "Even though I couldn't have you, couldn't love you ..."
"We almost did it," Mary smiled, touching his arm. "Through the bars."
"We won't have any bars to stop us from now on," Brent said. He slowed as they came near a side road and then swung the car off the highway and drove until a small lake loomed ahead. Mary Ann had snuggled herself over against him and when he put his hand over her knee and began to slip a warm palm over her skin, she growled in her throat and shifted so he could touch her more. She'd put on a powder blue miniskirt after her bath at Royce's and though Brent didn't know it, her silk panties were the same color. They were some panties she'd been saving for a special occasion, a special guy. After what they'd been through together at the Broken Wheel jail, Mary was certain Brent was that guy.
Brent pulled off under the trees that bunched at the outlet of the lake. Mary watched him spread a blanket in the tall grass and then turn to her. She was leaning sexily against the car door, a leg pushed out in front of her. She'd kicked her sandals off and was letting the wild grass tickle the bottoms of her feet. Watching her, Brent unloosened his belt and pushed down his jeans. Then he kicked his shorts off and skinned out of his jersey. He walked slowly towards her and Mary felt her heart was in her throat. It was the first time she'd had a really good look at him without anything on at all, and she decided at that instant they were a perfect match. Their hair was almost the exact shade and the brown curls around Brent's stiffening penis could almost have been her own pubic hair ... except of course she didn't have one of those ... things ... growing from her body.
When he was only a foot away, she reached out with a little groan of lust and took his penis in her hand. The heat of it made her breath go raggedy. The ridged glands fit perfectly over the edge of her palm. She watched more hot blood fill the spongy head. It was throbbing like some strange animal and Mary began to pet it along the top with her other hand.
"I b-b-bet I know what you want to do with this!" she said, feeling the blood pounding in her ears. Brent's loving gaze made her drop her long lashes and splay her toes out in the grass. He covered her toes with his own and pressed forward. Mary hugged him against her, feeling the pounding organ against the outside of her pullover. Then Brent was skinning the tight fitting jersey up over her head. Her hair flew out as the garment came free, tumbling over the tops of her shoulders, half covering her orange-sized breasts. She looked down between them as Brent fumbled at the catch of her skirt. Her tan belly was covered with a light down. Brent's body had a thin mat of darker hair, curly around his nipples and growing thicker near his groin. She slipped her hands down his hard stomach and then began to smooth the wrinkled sides of his scrotum. The bag was pulled tight against the base of his cockshaft and as she felt the firmly held balls inside, it made a shiver go through her back.
"It's so pretty," she whispered, feeling every detail, tracing the tube that coursed up along the underside of his prick. That was where his cum went, she knew. Mary closed her eyes and tried to imagine that heavy, rigid organ gliding in and out of her pussy. Then she imagined more, dreamed what it must look like all covered with her slippery juice, her soft membranes caressing it, sucking it. It was easy to let her mind go a little further. The slickened, hot cock in her reverie was suddenly boiling over with thick, whitish fluid. Yes, she thought, that's how it would look.
Her skirt fell around her ankles and Mary snapped herself back from her dream. Brent was breathing hard, his fingers on the elastic of her light blue panties.
"Let's take our time, darling," she cooed against his chest, loving the way his muscles felt against her cheek. "Don't forget I'm still sore from what happened in jail ..." Then she twisted teasingly away from the handsome young man and pranced barefoot across to a broad flat stump.
Brent stood there trembling as he gazed at the pert, firm swells of Mary Ann's ass shivering inside the sheer covering of her bikini panties. The panties were trimmed around the leg holes with delicate white lace, setting off their pale blue color perfectly. He'd never seen anything so sexy on a girl in his life ... or maybe it was the girl who made the panties sexy. There was a mole halfway down one of Mary's thighs and he focused on that for a moment before devouring the sharp inward curve of her waist. That tiny waist was deceptive he decided. It was so tiny, that it made her hips look bigger than they really were. Mary was actually boyishly slim, her round breasts still on the small side though she was nearing sixteen years of age. But Brent didn't mind that at all. He liked his girls sleek and athletic.
As Mary turned and sat gracefully on the big stump, he saw a ridge of muscles in her belly tighten and relax, saw her calves in profile for a moment and had to marvel at their thin perfection. Though it was partly an illusion, the girl's ankles seemed hardly bigger than her wrists. Those poor wrists. They were still red from where the handcuffs had rubbed. And she'd just said how she was sore from ... Brent tightened his jaws until the muscle at the side of his face jumped. He couldn't let himself think about something that was over and done. He didn't want to make Mary Ann have to suffer remembering it either.
He came towards her again, stooping where he'd dropped his pants only long enough to slip a small bottle from a pocket. It was a vial of body oil he'd carried with him ... for a special moment, a special girl. There couldn't be a better opportunity to use it than now.
"What's that, Brent?"
"Something good. Something for your sweet pussy." He smiled as he watched Mary's face color.
"I'm not used to having someone call it that ..." She shrugged and dared to look up at him through her lashes. "But from you it sounds beautiful."
He sat next to her and pulled her nakedness close, curving his arm around her bare shoulders. "Come on," he whispered, taking her hand and pulling her after him towards the blanket. Brent was pleased to feel her follow him obediently. He moved her gently down onto her back and knelt beside her, heels tucked under his ass. His position made a kind of slanting ramp out of his thighs and he pulled Mary's trim bottom up onto him until the crotch piece of her blue panties were only an inch or two from his rigid prick. She was face up, the small of her back and her soft, white ass warm against his thighs.
"Gosh, I'm kind of at a weird slant," Mary gasped. Her legs were spread around his body, feet flat on the blanket behind him.
Slowly Brent began to work her silk panties off. Mary whimpered a little but let him. The wind thrushed through the trees overhead, throwing dappled sunlight across their bodies. Mary Ann bent her knees up so he could slip the sheer underwear off over her ankles. Then she put her feet back down behind him, thighs lightly clasping his waist.
"It's kind of a sexy position, isn't it?" she whispered.
"Yeah," Brent smiled. "We can't fuck like this, but I've got something else in mind first anyway."
He saw her watching him curiously as he tilted the small vial up and poured the sweet smelling oil out over the end of his cock. The bluish membrane of his glands took on a glossy shine as he carefully spread the slick liquid around, making sure the twin lobes at the underside of his tip were thoroughly soaked. Then he bent forward only enough to let the ridged cock poke nearer Mary's pussy. The girl's cunt lips were partially open already and he could see her hymen still clinging to the hurt flesh. But the inner lining of her labia were a delicate pink, smooth and unblemished.
"I'm putting this oil on you with my cock, baby," Brent told her, "because a finger would be too rough." Her ass trembled and he saw her big green eyes flicker up at him with love. Slowly he bent the domed head of his penis down until it was lightly cradled between the pink-lined lips. Then he slipped it forward and back, forward and back again ... spreading the soothing oil over the girl's tender pussy flesh. Mary stiffened her back a little and moved her pelvic cradle. Brent watched the tiny inner lips blossom out from the sticky lining and as the super-sensitive glands brushed over them, he could feel the shape. He could feel the juice-drenched parts squish to one as the tumid organ glided by.
"Brent darling!" Mary gasped, "that feels heavenly!"
He continued to pump his cock back and forth along the depth of her vulva, adding more oil from the bottle as he rubbed it in with his hot organ. A little of the soothing lubrication trickled down into the hollow between her thigh and one labium. Mary's clitoris was swimming in the stuff too and Brent began to let his cock glide high enough to pass over the firm nubbin. Mary Ann drove her feet hard against the ground, digging her heels into the long grass.
"You're making it feels lots better," Mary Ann groaned, moving her hips in the instinctive fucking motions brought on by her passion. Brent smoothed a hand over her heaving belly, felt her shallow navel and thrilled at the sharp outline of her hip bones jutting up. He was old enough at twenty to really appreciate an adolescent female. And Mary was the epitome of budding teen-age beauty. Her only blemishes were the freckles that were scattered over her short, upturned nose and of course Brent couldn't consider them an imperfection at all.
Still holding her ass with his hands, he scooted his knees back and leaned forward so that the angle of his shaft was directed more in line with the slant of Mary Ann's pussy.
"I'm scared it's gonna hurt," the slight girl breathed, "but I want you so bad!"
"We'll take our time," he reassured her, petting her quivery titties. As his thumb brushed over one pink nipple, the nubbin burst up from the dark textured flesh of the rosette. Brent thumbed it again and then pursed his lips into a small, wet O and sucked until Mary was pushing her slim chest up hard against his mouth, begging with her whimpers for him to take more of her breast into his mouth.
While he kept her attention by the subtle friction of his tongue against her nipple, Brent tilted his hips forward as far as they could go and guided his cockhead into the raw, oil-soaked flesh around Mary's pussyhole. It slipped in an inch before the girl gave a cry of fear. He pressed Mary's shoulders back against the blanket gently and fucked inwards. His rigid shaft divided the overworked muscles around her vagina easily and as he went deeper, the touch of her feather-soft tube gliding back around him felt like heaven.
"I knew you were soft like this," he breathed, kissing her cheek wetly, "when we were trying to do it through the bars, I could feel how pretty your cunt was!"
Mary trembled in his arms and speared her pink tongue deep between his teeth. Then she sucked it back again and giggled shyly. "I feel so excited. I think I'm even hotter than when Royce gave me that funny drug. I can feel things better anyway!"
"Can you feel my cock?"
The girl's small hands glided up over his back and stopped just above his ass. "Oh yessss! It's going in right now ... slipping deeper!" She rolled her hips a little and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
Brent tried to guess what she must be experiencing. The ridge curve of his swollen glands raked against the inner softness. He could feel the juice flooded tube clasp around the exact shape of his cock, parting only enough to make room for the big thing. When he pulled back, her pussy followed the contours closely, sucking back tightly around his tip as it withdrew.
Mary's hands were shaking now. She traced the muscles of his back and shoulders, shoved deep into the hair at the nape of his neck. Brent thought it was like being touched by a child. A girl child not really grown, and yet already knowing what it was to behave like a woman.
"When you love somebody, it makes fucking even better, doesn't it?" Mary Ann said in a quavering whisper.
"Yeah baby, yeah." He surrounded her small waist with both hands and let his cock go deeper than it ever had before. More tender folds opened in the lovely, squishy heat to take him in. Mary was on her back now, thighs well apart. He could feel her sharp heels as she touched them against the backs of his legs. Her heaving tummy caressed his, then sucked in under her rib cage as she inhaled. Everything about her seemed adolescent, her movements, her skin ... the dainty musk of her pussy.
"You're so small," he told her, hugging so hard that the firm swells of her breasts flattened against his chest. Mary wallowed her chest back and forth, eyes half-closed with the friction of her nipples on him.
"Honey," she gasped, "Oh honey Brent!"
Now that her pain had been forgotten, Brent deepened his thrusts. He was going into her far enough that his balls began to brush lightly over the bottom swells of her ass. They were hanging hot and loose in their sack now, waiting to spurt their load of potent seed up into his cocktube and into the warmth of Mary's sweet cunt. He trembled with the consuming lust of their fucking. Mary Ann pushed her hands over his ass cheeks and his nerves carried the tickling excitation to the very core of his loins.
"You're such a fine little chick," he groaned, covering her pouty lips with his own mouth. Mary opened her jaws wide and he felt her tongue flickering against his, teasing her warm saliva out to him to taste.
Her hands clutched feverishly at the place her body was being stabbed by his prick. Brent shivered with the excitement of her eager fingertips, circling and touching the shiny-slick shaft. He fucked slowly in and Mary Ann groaned as the thick rod slipped by her lightly closed grip and disappeared between her sparsely haired labia. More juice was forced out of her well by the hot invader and Brent knew it was covering her knuckles and palms.
"When you do it slow like that," the girl breathed, "I feel like climbing a wall!"
He nuzzled in the wispy, fine curls behind her ear, licking the lightly perfumed skin until Mary was making small snuffly noises. Then he closed his teeth around her plump lobe and ran his tongue up into the opening above.
"Eat my ear some," she moaned, "Oh do!"
Brent obediently devoured the small, pink thing, licking deep into the delicate curlicues as the slender teen-ager writhed and bucked under him. Her legs had been locked behind his back, but now she straightened them alongside his and then squirmed until she managed to close her thighs together. His legs were on the outside of hers now and the soft, fluid sheath of her pussy tightened around his cock. The sensation was exquisite. Brent pumped slowly, feeling the satiny membranes tighter and yet still slippery with the flooding lubrication of Mary's aroused glands. Holding her thighs tight, the girl moved them back and forth on the blanket, but in opposite directions, tilting her slim hips as she did. Her tube seemed to roll and massage him as if it had come alive. Brent could hear the smooth skin of her inner thighs rubbing together as she increased the rhythm of her movements. Her vagina was forced into different positions, angling first one way and then the other, swathing the tip of his organ until he knew he couldn't last much longer.
"It's rubbing my clit so goooood!" Mary gasped. Her thin arms clutched his back. Her breath burned hot against his neck. "Oh Brent! I'm cuming! I'm cummmmming!"
He hugged her closed legs with his own, thrilled by the sensation of her thighs inside his, caressing her calves with his feet. A hot jolt of jizz jumped from the dark places inside him and he felt more of it forcing up into his tubes, filling the small tube in his cock.
The devastating tickle around the crown spread suddenly, covering the surface of his skin with the same delicious but maddening itch. As the first fountain of seed exploded inside Mary Ann's pussy, Brent searched wildly for her mouth, found it and sucked the girl's lips with ravenous love.
"Brent," she mumbled into his open mouth, "it's like heaven! Oh I can feel you filling me with cum!"
He fucked her clean and hard, sliding the entire length of his prick deep as each pumping spurt foamed from the orifice. When he pulled back to fuck into her again, Mary would cry out.
"Don't take it out! Oh don't take it away!" Her strong, young fingers dug into the meat of his ass, hurrying him to screw her hard once more.
As their throes began to slowly ebb, Brent found he could still keep his movements strong without discomfort. Mary opened her thighs a little to ease the friction, urging him with her hands to keep going.
At last, he pulled his cum-smeared cock from her stretched hole and rested back on his heels, petting her tummy. A long string of his white semen hung from the inner lips of her pussy and her cunt hair was glistening with translucent pearls of the same fluid. He picked up one narrow foot and tickled Mary's child-like toes with his tongue. She smiled and opened her long lashes. He wet the crevice between two, perfect toes and she fanned them apart so he could tickle the soft spot between.
"I don't know why I was so bent on staying a virgin." she said after awhile. "But then I never knew anyone like you before ... an older man."
"I'm only twenty," Brent laughed.
"Yeah, but you sure know how to ..." her face went pink, " ... to make love!"
The two of them dressed in a happy daze of love. Brent wasn't thinking about anything except Mary ... when he could get her to a motel or someplace they could get it on. Already he felt like doing it again, but knew they had to make a few miles that day anyway. Ruth had phoned the girls' parents in Albuquerque and told them they were on the way, but the Whittiker's were very anxious to see their daughters.
He drove back down the dirt road they'd come in on from the highway and Brent had his arm around Mary's slender shoulders, still thinking how unbelievably sexy she was. He wasn't paying much attention to the unfamiliar car that was parked half in the ditch. But as he was almost even with it, a form jumped out from behind it waving a gun in the air.
"Royce!" Mary screamed, slapping her hands over her mouth in fear. Instinctively, Brent hit the brakes. He wasn't the kind of guy to run somebody over ... even Royce. And besides the gun was pointed straight through the windshield at Mary Ann. One lucky shot and ...
"Stop, you sonofabitch!" Royce hollered, clutching onto the door and thrusting the gun against Brent's head. His guts roiled with hate and fear as Royce got in the back seat and pulled the door closed after him. "Okay, get moving. I couldn't take that old heap any further," he said, nodding back at the car they were leaving by the roadside. "It was hot and the cops are crawling everywhere."
"You won't make it," Brent said, trying to keep his voice even.
Royce snorted and waved the barrel of his gun around like a mad man. "Like hell. They know you now and probably won't even bother to stop you for a check. Just start smiling and keep it that way."
They reached the highway and Brent cut West towards Albuquerque. In less than a mile they saw a patrol car at the side of the road, the officer checking the license of a driver he'd stopped.
"I'm ducking down behind the seat," Royce growled. "You so much as sneeze and I'll drill you through the back! Just keep on driving. Don't stop for anything!"
Brent gave Mary a helpless look. But there was something wild in her eyes he couldn't identify. The police car was less than a quarter mile away now and they were coming up fast. Suddenly Mary flipped her short dress up and hooked her thumbs over the waist of her panties. Moving as little as possible, she wiggled them down over her pretty ass and slipped them off over each ankle. Brent saw Royce's head behind him, barely peeking over the edge of the back window. The patrolman glanced up as they approached in the right lane, but then turned back to the man he was questioning. They were closing fast now. Brent saw his speedometer was on sixty. Mary Ann was breathing fast, her lips set tightly together. She wadded the sheer, ruffled panties into a ball and took a deep breath. They were almost even with the patrol car now ... one hundred feet, fifty feet. Royce ducked his head all the way down behind the seat and at that moment Mary Ann tossed her powder blue underwear out of the window.
Brent felt his heart pounding like it might burst in his chest. He glanced in the rear view mirror as the wind from the car tossed and carried the flimsy panties. Finally they lost the breeze and fluttered down not ten feet away from the patrolman. As Brent turned a curve in the road the uniformed officer bent to pick them up. Then he was out of sight. Royce gazed nervously around as he poked his head up again. Brent felt a surge of hope ... their captor hadn't seen a thing!
In less than five miles the flashing red lights of the patrol car reflected in Brent's mirror.
"Cops," he said, trying to sound surprised, "I could never outrun him with this car.
"Sonofabitch!" Royce muttered, "what do they want with you? Why in the hell ..." He looked around like a cornered rat. "Stop next to those trees! I'm taking your chick with me!"
When Brent pulled over, he was ready for any chance that might present itself. The patrol car pulled up close behind and already the officer was coming up. Royce jerked his door open and yanked Mary's door open too. She tumbled out as he cruelly grasped her arm, but for a moment, his gun hand dropped. Brent curled his fingers and palm over the cylinder and pushed the barrel away from him. Royce cursed and tried to jerk free, but Mary was giving him too much trouble for him to concentrate his efforts to get loose.
"Hold it right there!" the patrolman said, his magnum covering Royce. Brent and Mary hugged each other as they watched the shiny handcuffs close around Royce's wrists. It was the same patrolman they'd talked to back at Wagon Wheel.
"That was pretty fast thinking," the neatly uniformed man said, giving Mary a smile. He dug in his pocket and held out her frilly underwear. "I ... I guess these are yours?"
As Mary Ann took the panties back, Brent saw her turn vivid red. A gusty breeze blew across the highway at that very moment and lifted the edge of her short skirt. He and the officer caught a glimpse of snow white skin ... the lovely cleavage of her ass.
"Darn wind!" Mary said, pushing the skirt back down. The officer tipped his hat and strode back to his patrol car, pushing the shoulder-drooped Royce before him.
It was another ten miles before the two of them had calmed down enough to think straight. Mary once again cuddled into the hollow of Brent's embrace and held her small hand flat against his belly.
"I don't ever want to think of that idiot, Royce again. Ever!" She slipped her fingers into his levis pocket to tickle him but pulled out the tiny bottle of body oil instead. Brent saw her mind working as she fingered the small vial. Without warning she was yanking open the buttons on his fly, digging for the wilted snake nestled inside.
"Let me play with you, okay?"
Brent swallowed hard. "Okay." With youthful eagerness, Mary spilled some of the oil out over the shrunken head of his cock and began to rub it around with her fingers. In just a few seconds the shoots of electric pleasure were pounding back through his loins and his prick began to fill with blood. The heat darkened in hue and the ridge of his glands filled out, deepening the hollow behind it.
"It's like watching a mushroom grow right before your eyes," Mary said excitedly. Her fingers clicked wetly as she rubbed him faster. Then she formed her fingers in a circle and began to pump up and down the entire length of his hardened prick. It was jutting up from his open levis while he drove and Brent was having a hard time concentrating on the road.
"I want to see how fast I can make your stuff come out!" the girl breathed. Her warm hand flew up and down over his meat. The oily sounds as her fingers slid around his barbed tip made Brent tighten the muscles in his ass and thrust up from the seat. The white line seemed to waver on the blacktop, but he somehow kept the car in the right hand lane.
"Won't it cum any faster than this?" Mary pouted, her green eyes teasing him. Brent clutched onto the wheel until his knuckles went white.
"The way you're going with it won't be much, longer."
"I guess my hand isn't as soft as my pussy, huh?"
"It's nice just the same," he gasped. Mary Ann frowned down at the glossy blue of his glands.
"Maybe I can help it along some." Brent almost closed his eyes with the turbulent sensation of Mary's hot mouth. The car swerved a little, but he held it straight and slowed another ten miles an hour. The young girl had her mouth just covering the knob of his glands, lapping her tongue back and forth over the most sensitive spots while her hand continued to pump his cock skin with furious energy.
The secret springs inside his body didn't hesitate now. Hot seed boiled up quickly and filled his cock. Brent took his foot off the accelerator and let the car glide over to the wide shoulder of the highway.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Mary murmured as the first lick of sap bolted into her throat. Her clasping hand never missed a beat as she jacked him and suckled noisily at the meat of his cock's barb. As the car rolled to a stop, Brent pushed back against the steering wheel hard, grunting with joyous agony at the tantalizing slowness of his spurting throes. He could feel each thick jolt of cream as it sprayed from his cocktube, could feel the satiny roughness of Mary Ann's fluttering tongue and the gentle suction of her cheeks ... pulling the cum from him in a rhythmic milking way.
"Baby," he sighed, petting her soft, fine hair. "Oh baby!" A white trickle of jizz slipped from the corner of her mouth and hung for a moment from the point of her chin before dripping to his thigh. He smoothed the downy softness of her cheeks with both hands as she continued to swath him with her hot saliva. It felt like he hadn't cum so much in his whole life, and yet sweet Mary was somehow gulping it all down.
Finally the soft, swallowing sounds in her nose stopped and she pulled her mouth off of him slowly ... as if she hated to.
"It feels like a smooth sponge," she said, tilting her head in serious consideration. "Or like rubber. But then it's not rubber at all. Especially when all that cream starts squirting!" She curled the tip of her tongue upwards to lick a milky droplet from her upper lip and then smiled. Brent pulled her face close and kissed her, loving the cummy musk of her breath, loving her shape snuggling against him. Then he somehow worked his cock back into his jeans and started out driving again. They wouldn't be able to make Albuquerque that day anyway but he didn't think Mary Ann would mind.
"Let's find a motel early," he said.
"Oh yes!" Mary Ann squealed, clapping her hands together. "I mean we really should get some rest, huh?"
They looked at each other straight faced for about three seconds and then broke up in fits of laughter. Mary pushed her mouth against the side of Brent's neck as he drove.
"Oh darling, I don't care if I'm exhausted by the time we get to Albuquerque ... just so you're exhausted too!"
He curled a palm up under one warm adolescent breast and smiled. The strange, nightmarish happenings at Broken Wheel would come back to haunt him from time to time, he knew. But Brent knew too that he'd gotten away with a teen-age dream of a girl. Someone he never would have met ... except their paths happened to cross at Royce Hardin's. But now their separate paths were one and they'd have no need of any of Royce's aphrodisiac. With Mary Ann all he needed was a good stiff cock and a strong heart. She smiled up at him and he kissed her freckled nose.
"I'm gonna have to stay in shape to keep up with you," he laughed.
"I think you'll do just fine," Mary whispered, laying her warm hand against the lump in his jeans. Her green eyes sparkled. "After all, I'm just a beginner!"
Brent drove on, anxious for the next town, his eyes sharp for a motel.
