Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much sadder.
Faith Trummel is the victim of immoral people. She finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
THE RAPE OF THE REVEREND'S DAUGHTER-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
A thick drizzle floated through the fog, making Faith imagine that she was in some ancient rain forest, surrounded by ten-foot-high ferns and walking knee-deep in lush mosses. The fog hung in the air like rags ripped off cottony clouds, and Faith could see black shapes moving behind the tattered rags, shapes that emerged in the weak light of the park lamps.
She squeezed Brian's hand. "What's that?"
"What's what?" Brian replied, returning her squeeze with one of his own.
"I thought I saw something moving-there!" She pointed.
Brian squinted, frowning. "Tree trunks," he said. "It's the fog moving that makes it look like the tree trunks are moving." He wrapped his big arm around her. "Don't worry. There's not another soul in this park on night like tonight. We're the only ones here." He pulled her closer.
Faith sighed, pillowing her head against his neck. She felt secure and warm next to her lover. But then, they were out here alone on this drizzly autumn night, with no light except the weak glow of the park lamps, and the fog causing the illusion of moving shapes behind it. She shivered, feeling pains of ice shooting down her spine.
Brian stopped walking and wrapped both arms around her. He kissed her on the lips. "Cold?"
"Sort of. I was thinking about being out here without you along to protect me. What if that motorcycle gang came along?" She shivered again, this time so hard that her teeth clicked together. "What if I met the Riders?"
Brian shook his head. Drizzle-water dripped from his thick blond forelock. "Don't even think about such things. That's like worrying about a volcano erupting under your feet. Don't even think about that gang. They're long gone. They wouldn't dare come back to Hampton again, not with half the lawmen in the state out on their trail."
Faith nuzzled his warm cheek, feeling his fuzzy beard-down tickle her nose. My man shaves, she thought, even though he doesn't have to.
"OK," she said. "I'll stop thinking about it."
Brian petted her hair, from the top of her head to where it ended almost at waist-level. "Good," he said, then covered her mouth with his hot wet lips. His tongue slid between her lips, and she moaned.
Feeling warm tingles flood her cunt, she pulled Brian down to the ground, pulling his hard body down on top of her. Even through their two raincoats and their clothing underneath the coats, she could feel his heart thudding as he pressed down on top of her. And down below, she could feel his big hard cock throbbing against her cunt mound. Even thought the clothing and those plastic raincoats, she could feel his wonderful cock throbbing with need for her cunt, could feel its throbbing and could feel its heat.
Faith spread her legs, wishing they were both naked, aching to feel Brian's smooth flesh against her own, dying to feel his big burning cock inside her pussy.
"Oh God, Brian, I want to fuck you!" She arched her back, driving her loins up at her humping lover. Her entire body swirled with itchy hot thrills.
"Faith!" Brian muttered. "Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you!" His fingers fumbled clumsily with the buttons of her raincoat.
Faith could feel the heat of his strong fingers even through all the insulation of clothing and raincoat.
As Brian undressed her, she began undressing below, prying off her shoes with her feet, peeling off her wool sweat-socks with her toes.
Barefoot, she deftly began to strip Brian's feet of shoes and socks, using only her toes. When they were both barefoot, she rubbed the soles of her feet against his.
Warm tingles flowed through her feet and legs. Up above, Brian had got her raincoat and blouse open. He hiked her bra up and filled his hands with her tits.
Faith arched up, tight as a strung bow. Her nipples felt as if they'd been zinged by electrical probes. Her cunt contracted. Her toes curled as a mild but pleasure-filled orgasm swept through her pussy.
"Ohhh, Brian! Ohhhh, God!" She felt her eyes roll back.
Her orgasm subsided shortly, and her toes uncurled. She gazed up at Brian, who was looking down at her with wide blue eyes.
"Did you come?" he asked. "Already?"
"Yes," she said, swallowing. "Mmmmm, it was nice!"
"Can I still fuck you, Faith?"
She wrapped her arms around him and crushed him down against her bare tits. Her nipples stood up hot and hard against the cold wet plastic of his raincoat. She kissed him.
"Silly question," she whispered. "I'm just getting warmed up for you." She licked his cute nose.
Brian grinned. Faith could feel his cock throb. She reached up and began to unbutton his raincoat.
The wind gusted, knocking a shower of chill water droplets out of the trees above them. Drops pelted them. Faith smiled, hot and giddy. The autumn drizzle might be cold, but she and Brian were so hot that it would sizzle up in steam the moment it touched their naked flesh. They finished undressing each other and piled their clothes on top of their raincoats, building a bed to lie on for their fucking.
Faith lay on the clothes, face up. Brian climbed onto her, straddling her midsection, rubbing his warm smooth ass against her lower belly. He reached behind his ass, down between Faith's legs, and began rubbing his fingers up and down her cuntslit.
"Like that?" he asked, finding her clit with a finger and filing it.
Faith's cunt, still slightly over-sensitive from her recent orgasm, throbbed with almost-painful thrills.
"Yes," she grunted. "Oh, God, oh, uh!"
Brian slipped his middle finger inside her pussy. She knew it was his middle finger because she and Brian had a private joke about his middle finger being itchier than the trigger finger of a gunfighter. He twisted his finger, stimulating the sensitive folds and crevices of her cunt. She winced from the intensity of the feelings prickling her pussy.
"I love to see you squirm," Brian said, grinning at her.
As he massaged her cunt, his eight-inch prick stood up vertically and twitched, tapping his flat, lean belly. He had the narrowest hips and the most beautiful set of squared-off abdominal muscles that Faith had ever seen. She knew that his prick was eight inches long because she'd measured it. She loved his beautiful fucker.
"Oh, Brian," she said, reaching forward to cradle his cock and nuts in her hands. "Let me suck your cock!"
Brian popped his middle finger out of her cunt and sucked on it, licking off the cunt juices that clung to it. Then he moved forward until his nuts hovered over her lips.
Faith nuzzled her lover's nut sac, kissing all around it, smooching the very bottom of his body. Then she licked his balls, enjoying the silky touch of his hairless sac against her tongue.
"Ohhh, Faith!" Brian moaned. "I love you!"
Faith giggled. She nuzzled the underside of his beautiful cock, then began to lick it. From base to knob, her tongue moved, from knob to base. Brian humped his loins gently, sliding his prick back and forth over her lapping tongue.
Each time her tongue churned at the underside of his prickhead, his cock flexed upward, quivering like an arrow that had just struck its target. He moaned, watching her lick the most sensitive part of his big cock.
Faith grinned at him. Then, wrapping her hands around the thick shaft of her lover's cock, she bent his hard rod of cockmeat down so she could get the head of it into her mouth. She felt the arteries in his prick flutter against her palms, felt the steel-like strength of his cock as she exerted pressure to draw it down to her lips.
A heavy drop of hot pre-cum oozed out of his gaping piss-slit, and Faith flicked it off with her darting tongue, rolling it in her mouth like a molten marble before she let it slide down her throat. It was the sweet, salty, sticky, slippery honey of her lover's prick, and she savored the taste of it, savored its warmth.
Brian leaned forward onto his hands and gently shoved his cock between her lips. She relaxed her jaws and throat and let his cock slide into her face to the hilt. She felt his glossy, hot cockhead slide against her tonsils, felt his hard prickshaft with its fluttering arteries massage her clinging lips. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, her entire face began to throb from the stimulation of Brian's hot prick.
While gently churning her tongue against the underside of Brian's prick, Faith began to manipulate his cock shaft with her lips, began to undulate the walls of her throat so as to stimulate his luscious big cock-knob.
Brian began to hump, sliding his slick smooth cock in and out of her sucking mouth and throat. All eight inches of his marvelous prickmeat slid backward, then all eight inches fucked forward, then back again, then in again, sliding, fucking. His bare ass rotated as he fucked her mouth.
Faith watched all the beautiful muscles of his abdomen writhe and define themselves. She nuzzled his silky blond cock hair as his prick skewered the depths of her throat. His big spongy balls flapped against her chin. She tasted the hot fuck-lube that bubbled out of his cock and rolled down her throat. She sucked and sucked and sucked as he humped and wriggled and groaned, his head nodding from side to side, his long blond hair swinging.
Faith's head became as pleasure-filled getting face-fucked as her cunt did getting cunt-fucked. Her lips prickled like cuntlips. Her mouth throbbed and tingled inside like a fucked pussy. She sucked furiously, hungry for the hot cum that bubbled in her lover's balls.
"Awwwww! God! Faith! Ahhhhh!" Brian groaned loud and long as he shot his cum down her throat.
His cock quivered like an electric vibrator, sending zinging sensations through Faith's mouth. Squirt, splat, spurt-Brian's cum shot thick and hot into her mouth, down her throat.
Faith swallowed, gurgling and cooing. She loved the taste and scent of cum, and Brian had the sweetest, creamiest cum she'd ever tasted. She sucked rhythmically, teasing his enormous meaty dong to shoot again and again.
"Mmmmmm!" she cooed. "Mmmmmm! Delicious!"
Wrapping her legs around each other, she shimmied her cuntlips together. Her loins made quick humping motions. She was ready to be fucked now. As soon as Brian recovered a little, she'd feel his big hot cock throbbing inside her cunt. Her toes curled as she anticipated the fuck.
* * *
Reverend Jimmy Trummel shook hands with the last of the night's worshippers, then spun on his heels and left the church vestibule for his office in a side wing of the First Baptist Church of Hampton. As he strode down the hallway, the smile he'd engraved on his face for saying goodnight to the congregation melted into a relaxed scowl.
"Lock up and go home, Marvin," he told the old janitor as he passed the man in the hallway. "I'll be working late in my office, and I don't want any interruptions."
Marvin saluted him, said goodnight, and marched off jingling his keys. Reverend Jimmy watched him disappear around the corner, then waited until he'd heard the old man lock up. Satisfied that he'd attained privacy, he continued on to his office, a new smile tightening his slack jowls. This smile, unlike the forced smile he used to charm the members of his congregation, took shape effortlessly. It was his private smile.
However, as he barged into his office and slammed and locked the door behind him, his new smile dissolved into a scowl, a new scowl, a scowl of excitement and righteous anger.
The young girl who had been waiting for him seemed to shrink as he glanced at her sitting in the upright wooden chair next to the door. He winced for a moment, looking at her, because she reminded him so much of his own daughter, Faith. This girl and Faith were in the same class at Hampton High School. They were even on the gymnastics team together. The thought of that made him fume. He'd never been agreeable to Faith's joining the gymnastics team and parading around in that scanty outfit. He'd only let her join after she and her mother had nagged him for weeks. It was one of the few times in his life that he'd weakened and failed to stand by his intuitive sense of righteousness. He often cursed himself now for having given in.
He walked deliberately across his office and snatched up the riding crop that he always kept on his desk. He whacked it hard on the oak desk top, then spun and faced the girl.
"All right, Miss Caspen-up and over here-now!"
He whacked the crop on the desk again and watched with satisfaction as the girl half-stumbled across the hardwood floor to stand before him, eyes downcast, hands cupped over her groin. He looked her up and down, disgusted by the outfit she wore.
"Next time you step into God's house, Miss Caspen, you will wear a dress, not pants and shirt like a man."
"Yes, sir," she said, still looking down. "But I came here right from school. My father drove me. We had a late practice. I'm on the gymnastics team."
Reverend Jimmy felt heat rush into his face. "I know all about you, Miss Caspen," he snapped. "Your father has informed me of your recent shameful history. Why do you think you're here? Place your hands on my desk and lean forward."
The moment the girl took her place, Reverend Jimmy cracked her three times across her denim-clad ass. She shuddered and began to whimper.
"Silence!" he shouted. "I'll have no sniveling!"
He paced back and forth behind her, taking his time, letting her fear grow. He loved the tense way she held herself, as if waiting at any moment to feel the kiss of his riding crop once more. Her asscheeks were clenching together. He caught himself admiring the fullness and roundness of her ass.
"Now!" he shouted suddenly, causing the girl to jump. "We will begin your confession. How far did you go with the young man? Your father didn't inform me."
"All the way, sir," she said weakly. "He-he-he forced me to do it. I really didn't want to do it."
Reverend Jimmy shook his head. How many times had he heard that story before? And how many times had parents sent their teenagers to him to confess sins of the flesh? It was permissiveness that was causing the moral corruption of today's youth, and he was one of the few people with enough backbone to fight for the old and godly values. That's why he held these confessions-to strike fear of the Lord once more into the godless hearts of spoiled and decadent young people. The boy had forced her? Bah! She was as guilty as the boy. But he would get the true story out of her-every wretched detail of it-and as he pulled the story out of her, he would punish her as she deserved-as she deserved!
* * *
Ripper dipped the branding iron into the glowing coals, then pulled it out, watching the letter R glow as if the iron itself had turned to glowing coals. He watched the red-orange metal pulsate, watched a clean smoke rise, then saw the brand begin to lose color and to fade out. At last, when all the glow had gone out of the brand, he pressed it against the dark leather of a motorcycle saddlebag that lay nearby, next to the fireplace. The leather hissed. A dark smoke rose from the meeting of hot iron and leather. When he pulled the brand away, the letter R smoked on the saddlebag, permanently burned into the tough leather.
"Riders," he drawled, glancing with a grin over at the naked blond girl who sat huddled up in a corner of the log cabin. Around her ankle was a sexy iron band. A heavy chain ran from the band to the wall. She was a shackled, chained bitch.
The girl hugged her knees to her chest, hiding her tits from Ripper, but he could still see her well-fucked cunt glistening near her pretty pink heels. Cum leaked out of her pussy-the mingled cum of several men, and it pooled on the floor near the cunt.
He liked the way she shuddered. She was even prettier when she looked scared. He wondered what she'd do when they branded her. He wondered if she'd kick and squirm and cuss like she'd done when they'd chained her up and first started fucking her juicy little cunt.
She'd known she was going to get fucked. But she'd fought like a wildcat anyway, and he had enjoyed that. He'd always enjoyed girls more when they put up a little bitching fuss. It made them tighter inside, made them fucking mean inside, made their juicy little cunts nearly skin the hide off his prick. Yeah, it sure felt good, fucking a chained-up wildcat! Tonight he'd be the one to fuck her when they branded her!
He thrust the brand back into the hissing coals and worked it around, twirling it, screwing it, jamming it back and forth. That was the way his prick was going to fuck her while Gib and Bear burned the letter R into her pretty young ass.
Ripper reached down between his legs and pulled on his large sweating prick. His prick-knob felt like it was a beating heart. Damn! He hadn't fucked that little bitch more than a half hour ago, and now his prick was jumping as if he hadn't fucked in a week. He could crawl over there by her and fuck her again right now. He was as naked as she was, and his prick was up, and her tight little pussy was all greased and waiting. But he knew he should save his cum for the hot fuck later. When he came into her while she was getting R for Riders branded on her ass, his prick would feel that much better if he hadn't squirted his jizz in awhile.
He yanked the branding iron out of the fire and plunged it into the coffee can full of water near by. As the steam hissed up, he grabbed a tin cup full of water off the small table in back of him and shoved his cock into it. No steam rose up, but the water cooled his prick and softened it enough to keep his loins from aching.
Ripper pulled his prick out of the tin cup and walked over to the girl. She peered up at him, her eyes half-hid by the yellow hair that had fallen forward over her face. He squatted, knocked her hair aside, and pressed the tin cup against her lips.
"Have a snort, baby. Prick tea. Bet you ain't never had no prick tea before."
The girl opened her mouth, and Ripper dumped the prick-flavored water down her throat. Some of the water dribbled off her chin and bounced off her tits. She licked her lips.
"There now," Ripper said. "Bet you ain't never tasted water that good." He licked the spilled drops off her chin, then lapped the trickles off her hot silky tits. He swallowed one of her nipples and sucked it. He felt the girl shiver.
"Don't," the girl said, her voice a whimper.
Ripper sat up. "What's the matter? You getting hot and bothered? You don't like it when big mean old Ripper with knife scars on his cheeks makes your pussy itch, do you? You don't like it, knowing that a dirty old pig like old Ripper can turn you on."
He laughed, holding her chin with his thick fingertips. Then he leaned forward and kissed her, letting his tongue hang right down into her sweet little throat, letting his saliva drip, drip, drip down into her stomach.
The girl grunted into his mouth. Her blue eyes blazed. She hammered at his sweaty chest with her small paws, then fell over backward, trying to escape him.
Ripper crunched down on top of her, biting her face and neck, slobbering on her cheeks, "Please!" the girl whimpered. "Oh, please, leave me alone!"
Ripper's prick shot through with hot thrills, throbbing at the entrance to the girl's cunt. He could easily slide his cock right up into her pussy. Christ, how he'd love to do that! There was nothing he liked better than fucking a frantically pleading female. He rammed his cock up into her cunt, fucked it in and out a half-dozen times, then remembered his plans for later on, and yanked his cock out. It dripped with old cum and cuntjuice.
The girl, whose entire body had gone tense during his quick fucking, melted back onto the rough cabin floor and sighed, panting. Her firm tits jiggled slightly as her ribcage rose and fell, rose and fell. Her watery eyes glinted in the light of the fire and the various kerosene lanterns placed around the one-room cabin. A vague smile turned up the corners of her mouth, as if she were relieved that he had decided to spare her.
Ripper, sitting on the floor between her spread legs, reached down and stroked her cunt lips with his grease-soiled index finger. "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, pretty girl. I ain't done with you. I surely ain't. You're gonna get another feel of Ripper's old prick later on, once Bear and Gib get back." He chuckled. "And, let me tell you, you're gonna go crazy when you feel my cock ploughing up in your sexy little bitch-hole, especially when Bear and Gib are administering the rite of the brand to your itchy little ass. Wheee! You're gonna love that!"
The girl let out a squeaking sob. She turned her head to the side and chewed on her fist. She gazed at the wall.
Ripper liked what he saw-the girl shivering as if lying naked in a blizzard. "Yes sir, me and Bear and Gib are gonna brand you ours forever. You're gonna wear the sign R on your pretty ass from tonight on. You know what R stands for, baby?"
The girl just lay there, shaking and whimpering.
"Well," Ripper said, "it stands for Riders. That ain't so hard to figure out. But then it stands for something else, too. And this is just between you and me-hear? It stands for Ripper. Riders and Ripper. Got that? Oh, I don't suppose that after tonight you'll ever forget it."
The girl shuddered hard.
Ripper liked that. He eased himself down onto the floor, sliding down on his belly between the girl's spread legs, taking care not to scrape any skin off his belly or nuts as he positioned himself to suck at her cunt. Pressing his greasy hands to the girl's inner thighs and forcing her legs so wide that she became all ass and cunt to his eyes, he shoved his nose into her dripping cunt, twisting his face from side to side so as to warm her up with a little nose-fucking. When he pulled out his nose, it was dripping with fuck juices.
Ripper liked that. His cock flexed underneath him, trapped between the floor and his belly. He liked the smell of hot fuck juices. He loved the musky, sweaty smell of a well-fucked cunt. And this little bitch had one well-fucked cunt!
Ripper, and Gib and Bear, and the rest of the gang had each fucked her little cunt at least once. She was so full of Riders' cum that it was a wonder her belly hadn't bloated up.
Ripper shoved his lips between the girl's purplish-pink cuntlips and began to suck.
He lay there a long while, enjoying his cunt-pie. He chewed on her hairy pussyslabs. He licked them up and down, up and down. He shoved his tongue way up inside her cunt, enjoying the feel of her hot cunt walls sucking at it.
She might have been fucked a dozen, even two dozen times since that afternoon when a few of the boys had picked her up down on the state highway where she'd been hitchhiking, but her horny cunt never stopped sizzling, never stopped throbbing. She'd probably had twenty-five orgasms since they'd dragged her up here that afternoon, but her cunt still wanted more. She'd go on having orgasms forever, just as long as her cunt kept being stimulated.
Some chicks were like that, Ripper knew. Some chicks just came and came and came. He'd run into quite a few in his time. That was the kind of chick the Riders needed to join the gang-a chick who could fuck all the guys, any time, anywhere. He sank his teeth into the young girl's clit, then filed her trapped clit with his rough wet tongue.
She arched her back and groaned. Her pretty little ass began to twitch, began to dance on the rough wood floor. Her cunt bubbled, the horny cuntslabs inflating and contracting. Ripper pushed his face into her spasming pussy, letting it cover his nose and cheeks and lips with hot fuck juices, feeling her cunt tissues kissing and sucking his burning skin.
He loved looking straight into a girl's cunt while she bucked with orgasm. He couldn't think of many things more exciting except maybe fucking her hard while Bear and Gib glued a red-hot branding iron to her smooth white ass. Ahhhh! That too!
CHAPTER TWO
Deputy Roy Wallace pulled his squad car into the parking lot at the entrance to Hampton Park. After he'd turned off the ignition and headlights, he reached over and collected his rain gear cussing about what a shitty night it was. Before he opened the door of the squad car, he eased his revolver out of his holster and checked to see if all the chambers were loaded.
There had never been any reports that the Riders carried guns, but Roy wasn't going to stake his life on other peoples' reports. Besides, whether they carried guns or not, he surely couldn't handle the dozen or more of them with just his bare hands and his billy club. He'd need his revolver. And, if he blew away five or six of the bastards when they turned on him, who would ever blame him? If anything, they'd probably elect him sheriff, come next election. The thought made him smirk.
Roy opened the door and climbed out, pulling out his rain gear with him and wrapped the plastic raincoat around his shoulders immediately. As he buttoned up the coat, he scanned the parking lot around him. No cars or cycles that he could see, but then, he couldn't see more than ten feet in any direction. The parking lot lamps, cast a weak light through the water-laden air. He pulled the collar of his raincoat up around his neck, locked the squad car, and set off into the park with his flashlight.
He decided to stick to the paths, making a long circle around the park. Maybe he'd see something. Coming here had been his own idea. Just a hunch-but he could sense that the Riders were still in the area. Not just in the county, but possibly right there in Hampton itself. With the sheriff and most of the other deputies out patrolling the fringes of the county, and with the state police scouring the adjacent counties for the lawless motorcyle gang, where were they most likely to turn up?
"Right her in Hampton," Roy muttered aloud as he paused to light up a Camel. Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he looked around, off the muddy path into the spaces between the bushes. For a moment, he thought he saw bear-like forms lumbering through the mist, but then he realized that he was only seeing tree-trunks. The drifting fog gave the illusion that the trees were moving.
He took another long drag on his cigarette, then stepped into the mud and continued his walk. Thinking he heard a noise, he glanced back for a moment, but all he saw was his cigarette smoldering in the mud.
Five minutes later, he had reached the back of the park and was beginning his trek to the front again along a path that ran though the heaviest wooded area of the park. He blew out his breath, half-disappointed, yet half-relieved that he hadn't run into any of the Riders.
He wanted to see them rounded up, wanted to bring them in or blow them away himself. Wouldn't that make the headlines? DEPUTY DEFEATS ENTIRE GANG. But then, they were a mean bunch. He wondered what they'd do to a lone deputy if they got the jump on him. From the tales told by the people the Riders had abducted, it wasn't hard to imagine them hanging him by his thumbs and skinning him alive. They were a mean bunch, especially to the women.
When they got done with the women and girls they'd kidnapped, those females waddled for a week. They were always gang-fucked repeatedly. And the Riders had even branded some of them smack on their asses.
Hell! Roy thought. But then he smiled to himself. Damn sexy bunch, those Riders. If I weren't a deputy, I might think about joining the gang. They're bastards, but they sure know how to treat their pricks.
As Roy stepped off the muddy path to wipe his boots in the thick grass, he felt his prick swell up in his pants. He was imagining himself fucking a tied-up girl, was imagining a whole gang of guys fucking the girl, one after the other.
He reached under his raincoat and squeezed his jerking prick through his pants. Maybe after work tonight he'd pay a visit to Mabel and her girls. Mabel's monthly contribution to the Sheriff's Department was about due, and it was about time somebody started this month's collection. He always preferred payment in the form of cunt. He got money enough from his paycheck.
He stood there in the drizzle, smiling to himself, thinking about which of Mabel's girls he would fuck first tonight, and he was just about to pull another Camel out of his pocket, when he heard what sounded like somebody gasping for breath-maybe somebody being strangled. The sound had come from somewhere up the path.
Quietly but quickly, Roy tiptoed toward the sound, his eyes and ears alert. He heard it again-a gasp. Lowering himself to his hands and knees, he peered around the bush that concealed the source of the sounds. The lamp light showed him clearly what was happening.
Some high school buck was fucking his chick right there on the park grass. And both of them were bare-assed, stark naked! The boy's naked back and ass glimmered with droplets of fog and drizzle as he humped wildly on top of the squirming girl. For their bed, they'd laid raincoats on the grass.
In the misty lamplight, the scene appeared to Roy like something out of some romantic, dreamy porn flick. Their naked skin looked creamy and blue-tinted. Their rhythmic fucking seemed to have been rehearsed. Their gasps and grunts and moans sounded hotter and more deliriously passionate than anything he'd ever heard in a movie. He lowered himself onto his belly so he could relax and watch them complete their award-winning performance before he arrested them.
Faith felt dizzy from all the heavy fucking she was doing. She gasped and gasped and gasped, her breaths hurtling out of her straining lungs. She couldn't help herself. She and Brian had never fucked like this-totally free, outside, under such soft romantic light. And the air was so beautiful, so soothing, cooled by wonderful mists.
Faith was sure that she and Brian were floating together in clouds. She felt light, carried away. At the same time, her body felt hot as a furnace. Her cunt itched and ached and throbbed. She could easily go on fucking like this forever, Brian's wonderful hot prick sliding in and out of her cunt, her itching ass rocking up and down to meet his fuck-thrusts.
And Brian's hard muscular body was writhing on top of her, his flexing chest muscles rubbing against her tits, massaging her stiff nipples so that they twitched madly with the tingles shooting through them. It was almost more than she could bear!
She moaned to her lover through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, Brian! Oh, darling, move your cock in me! Oh, Brian!"
Brian's eyes, though glazed, seemed to blaze up like twin campfires fanned by the wind. Grunting like a whipped bull, he crushed down on top of Faith, grinding his tight, slender loins against her wide-split pussy, rubbing his naked torso madly against her naked tits and belly, fucking his cock inside her cunt until she felt her eyes rolling in her skull.
She spread her legs so wide that it felt as if her pelvic bones would pop right out through her inflamed ass. Never in all her training sessions or performances as a gymnast had she ever spread her legs so wide. She wished she could split wide open and absorb every molecule of her beautiful young lover into her cunt. He was all she wanted, all she'd ever wanted, all she'd ever want in the future. She suddenly imagined herself as his wife, and she came.
"Uhhh, darrrling, I'm-ohhhhhhh!" She let her voice fly, let her expression of orgasmic pleasure sound out loud into the foggy night. Her orgasm now was intense, violent. She continued to wail out her feelings as she came. "Brian! Oh, God! Brian! Uhhhh!"
Brian began muttering. He rammed his steel-hard prick into her cunt deep, deeper, deeper. With each humping motion, he yanked his cock out of her pussy until only the tip of his cockhead kissed her spasming cunt slabs. Then he fucked down into her until their pubic bones met with a grinding jolt.
Faith could feel his cock swelling and hardening even more with each fuck-thrust. She didn't think it possible that his cock could get any harder.
"Brian!" she gasped, pounding his asscheeks with her heels. She wrapped her quivering legs around him now, squeezed his loins between them, squeezed out her pleasure. "Brian, oh, come with me!" She grunted out the words between orgasmic flashes.
Brian yanked his cock all the way out of her cunt, letting it hover for a split second over her gaping fuckhole. At that moment, his cum spurted out in a hot thick stream, spattering over her sizzling cunt slabs, creaming her wiry pussy bush.
The sweet alkaline scent of male fuck-juice saturated the misty air, and she felt her nostrils dilate as she inhaled the wonderful fragrance. He rammed his jerking, flexing, squirting cock into her throbbing cunthole once more, and she felt his jism explode in the pit of her churning cunt.
"Ahhhh! Faith! Ohhh, man! Wowwww!" The boy's long body became a quivering bow, every muscle alive and twanging as he pumped his cum-load into her waiting cunt.
Faith's orgasm had subsided, and now she lay purring under her lover as he filled her with jism. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations of his warm cum seeping into her pussy. She jerked slightly with every hot spurt, feeling his spears of spunk splash against the sensitive walls of her cunt.
"Brian," she whispered, petting his lower back. "Brian, my big wonderful angel!" She milked his cock with quick squeezes of her cunt.
His cock flexed one last time and squirted into her pussy. He groaned and collapsed on top of her. She could feel his heart thudding against her like a bass drum. She suddenly became aware again of the cool drizzle-drops showering down on them from the leaves of the trees above.
Roy creamed in his pants. Without even realizing it, he'd been humping away at the ground while watching the two kids fuck away at each other, and now he lay face-down in the wet grass, stifling moans, while his prick tingled, and his hot jizz shot out into his underwear. His prick swelled and pumped, swelled and pumped. It felt so fucking good that he clenched shut his eyes and chewed on his fist until all the hot feelings had passed away.
Damn, that was a good one! he thought. Sometimes, watching people fuck turned him on more than fucking itself, especially when the fucking was for real and not staged like the fucking in a lot of those porn movies. Christ, those two kids sure know how to fuck! He'd never heard such wild grunting and groaning before.
He lay there several seconds, feeling his cock-twitches peter out, enjoying the sensations, thinking about what he'd just seen. He hoped he could remember the entire scene just as it had happened, that he could play it back in his mind any time he wanted to.
The scene he'd just witnessed was good for a couple hundred jack-offs, at least. As his cock deflated and his cum began to cool, he started to regret having come in his pants. It was downright uncomfortable, that sticky mess. And those goddamn kids had caused it.
He struggled up to his feet and charged at the young devils, flicking on his flashlight and beaming it onto their startled wet faces. They were still joined, cock in cunt.
Before Roy could send his muddy boot toe into Brian's upturned skinny ass, the boy rolled off the girl and into the wet grass. Roy could have sworn he heard the boy's big swollen prick pop out of the shrieking girl's cunt like the cork out of a bottle of champagne.
Roy focused his flashlight on the kid. He couldn't tell which looked wider-his mouth or his eyes. As he lay back on the grass, his cock stood up against his belly and flopped around like a fish out of water. It was as if sudden fear had sexually excited the youth even further.
Roy was thinking about how much fun it would be to aim a kick at the boy's exposed balls-they were hanging between his spread legs like two hard-boiled hen's-eggs, just waiting to be kicked-when he half-tripped. The silly girl had wrapped her naked body around his boots and was wailing away like a crazy woman.
"Take me!" she gibbered. "Do anything you want to me, but leave him alone!" Her head was buried between his shins, and she was twisting it from side to side.
It took Roy five minutes to talk some sense into the silly bitch, five minutes to convince her that he wasn't one of the Riders. Finally, after she'd calmed down, he made both her and the boy get dressed. Then he arrested them.
As he pushed them into the back seat of the squad car and slammed the door behind them, he was smiling to himself as if he'd found a fifty-dollar bill. That dizzy little broad he'd just caught fucking her buck in the drizzle was none other than the daughter of one of Hampton's most upright and respectable citizens. She was none other than the daughter of the most holy Reverend Jimmy Trummel.
Now, how's that for a catch? Roy thought as he slid into the driver's seat of the squad. Almost as good as rounding up the Riders.
CHAPTER THREE
Rev. Jimmy paced behind the girl, pounding his riding crop into his palm as he listened to the story for the second time. He was probing for details he might have missed the first time round, listening for inconsistencies between the girl's first telling of it and her second telling. This case was serious. The girl had admitted to more than just the ordinary sin of premarital sexual intercourse. She had admitted to performing acts which would have condemned her to destruction in Old Testament times.
In those days, such acts had been common in the cities of the plain-Sodom and Gomorrah. Today, he had heard, such sinful acts were becoming common once again, were becoming common even among the young people in the nation. Unbelievable, but here was proof-proof in the body and soul of a young girl who was a member of his own congregation. And this was not the first young person who had come to him to confess these same depraved lusts of the flesh. No, it seemed that hardly a month went by when some young person of his congregation did not crawl sniveling into his office to confess with sobs and breast-beating that he or she had succumbed to lusts almost too perverted to imagine.
Oh, how the times had changed since the God-fearing days of his own adolescence! Oh, to have those righteous days back again! Reverend Jimmy smashed his riding crop down on the desk top, just missing the young girl, and she let out a shriek of fear.
"Silence!" Reverend Jimmy snapped. "I'll tolerate no more of these outbursts."
"Yes, sir," the girl said weakly.
She kneeled at the center of the desk top, her naked ass resting on her bare heels, her naked toes pointing behind her. Squashed down onto her heels like this, her asscheeks spread, revealing to Reverend Jimmy the dark secrets of the moist cleft between them.
He had ordered her to strip stark naked at the beginning of the second telling of her story. From long experience, he'd learned that requiring the confessor to re-create the sin was a way to insure that he or she forgot nothing in the confessing of it. The girl had been naked in her sinning, so now she would be naked in her confessing and re-creation of the sin.
Forcing her to sit on her heels at the center of the hardwood desk while a single light shone on her from the ceiling directly above the desk was something like the police would do in interrogating a suspect. The bright light pinning the suspect would force a full and true confession.
"You realize," Reverend Jimmy said, circling the desk and noticing the full and ripe development of her tits, "that you have sinned not only against the laws of Almighty God, but against the laws of society and against the laws of this state as well. Were I a police officer, I would arrest both you and your boyfriend without a second thought. The penalties in this state for oral and anal sex range from twenty years to life. You have committed crimes not only against God, Miss Caspen, but crimes against nature and the state as well."
The girl burst into sobs. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and bounced off her tits. A single tear pearled at one of her dark nipples and clung there.
Reverend Jimmy had had enough of her teary-eyed whining. He swung around behind her and lashed his riding crop across her widespread ass. "Silence!"
The girl jerked, gasping, swallowing down her sobs.
"On your hands and knees, sinner!" The girl obeyed his command. Her ass turned up. Her tits hung beneath her.
Reverend Jimmy climbed up on the desk in front of her and knelt. "Now, tell me the truth, or I shall whip you. Did this young man force you or not?"
"No," squeaked the girl.
"No? So, we are getting at the truth at last! Show me exactly what happened."
Reverend Jimmy knelt patiently, watching the raven-haired girl unzip his fly. He gasped as she reached into his trousers and wrapped her small soft hand around his stiff cock. He swallowed, tensing his entire body. He loathed what he was doing, but then he reminded himself that at times he must sacrifice, must suffer, in order to serve the ministry and Almighty God.
As the young girl hauled his rampant prick out of his fly and stroked it from base to head, from head to base, with her warm soft hand, he uttered a silent prayer, asking the Almighty Father to forgive this wretched young girl as she confessed her sin by reliving it, by acting it out as it had happened.
The young girl, her dark eyes crossed as she studied Reverend Jimmy's cock and moved her nose toward it, suddenly opened her mouth, with dripping tongue slightly protruding, then placed her lips firmly around his cockhead. As she sank her face on his cock, sliding her thick soft lips down his hard cockshaft until her nose nestled in his pubic hairs, he felt his cockhead slide down into the hot softness of her young throat. His cock flexed.
"Forgive her, Almighty Father," Reverend Jimmy intoned, his eyes lifted, his forehead suddenly bleeding sweat. "Forgive her grave sin." Then he gasped, his head wobbling with dizziness, his cock shot through with hot thrills;
The young girl's head bobbed, her tongue twirled, her lips munched. She sucked Reverend Jimmy's cock hard. Small moaning and purring sounds bubbled from deep in her throat. As she continued sucking, her small hand reached into the man's fly and pulled out his pulsating balls. She squeezed and rolled and tickled his balls with her deft hand as she munched away at his squirming hard cock.
Reverend Jimmy braced his hands on the girl's back to maintain his balance. He felt weak, shaky. All the strength had gone out of his backbone. His ass moved mechanically, out of his control, humping. As the young vixen sucked and licked and chewed his raging cock, he prayed to the Lord to forgive her her evil ways.
He raised his riding crop and let it fall across the girl's supple, undulating back. She jerked, moaning. He let the whip-like crop lash at her ass. As she whimpered, her breath whirled like fire around his throat-fucking cock. . Turning the riding crop handle-down, and leaning over her back so he could more closely study her ass, he slid the leather-covered stock of the crop up and down her ass-cleft. She gurgled, and her ass rotated.
He raised the leather-covered grip to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled of young female ass. It was slightly moist. He placed the stock to his mouth and licked the smooth leather. It tasted of cured leather and ass juices.
His cock flexed hard, nearly lifting the sucking girl off the desk top. Dizzy from the feelings shooting through his prick, enraged at he severity of the girl's sin, Reverend Jimmy shoved the spit-lubricated stock of the riding crop between her asscheeks once again and rotated the rounded end of it against her asspucker. The girl's ass gyrated. She sounded as if she were whining.
As Reverend Jimmy screwed the leather-covered stock into the girl's asshole, her whining increased, and she sank her teeth into the base of his cockshaft. Suddenly, she was shivering all over. He felt her asshole tugging at the crop stock as if it were sucking the stock. He realized at that moment that the wretched girl was experiencing an orgasm.
"Thou whore of Babylon!" Reverend Jimmy cursed. "You sin even in the midst of confessing your sin!"
He plunged the riding crop in and out of the girl's asshole. At the same time, he rammed his cock deep into her throat, calling upon the vengeance of the Lord to smite the sin-possessed girl.
Suddenly, he came. "Ahhhhhh!" he bellowed, squirting his fiery cum down the throat of the spasming girl. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Whirls of hot lust gnawed through the core of his cock, screwed in all directions through his loins. He banged his cock in and out of the girl's mouth. His spurting cock choked her. Cum dribbled out of her mouth, staining his black dress trousers. He grunted, humping until he'd pumped out the last of his cum. Then he yanked his cock out of her throat and slid off the desk.
He made his way around the desk, bracing himself against it for support. His legs felt rubbery. The cool air licked around his cum-and-spit-dripping cock, which stood straight out from his loins like a varnished wooden stick. He cursed silently at the sight of the dribbles of cum down the front of his trouser legs. He could not bear untidiness or soiled clothing. However, under the circumstances, a change of clothing would have to wait.
The girl had slumped forward, resting her elbows on the desk top and resting her head in a pillow she'd made of her hands. With her back arched severely, her tits dangled down until her nipples brushed the polished oak of the desk top. Her ass, meanwhile, was thrust up high, the stock of the riding crop still buried in her asshole.
The crop twitched with the last flickerings of her orgasm. Reverend Jimmy took hold of the crop and eased it out of her shitter. The leather-covered stock gleamed as if oiled and polished. He sniffed it. Young female ass! A pungent smell!
"Now," he said. "Let us get at the worst of your sins."
He climbed up behind her onto the desk, noticing that her asspucker was still slightly open from the recent fucking it had been given by the crop stock. He studied the pinkish-brown pucker for a few moments, watching it twitch.
"Do you still insist that this boy forced you to perform these abominable acts? You have admitted that you freely, willingly performed orally upon the young man. Do you admit now that you freely allowed him to have sex in your ass?" He whacked her ass with the flat of his hard palm.
"Yes!" she grunted.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir. I let him do it. I wanted him to do it."
Reverend Jimmy smiled with triumph. She had confessed fully and truthfully at last, the first step toward her reconciliation with the Almighty; the first step toward regaining her dwindling faith.
With a grunt of satisfaction, he gripped her ass and drove his cock against her tightening asshole. Her shitter opened and every inch of his stiff cock slid into the wetness and tightness and heat of her asshole. He felt his cockhead hit the pit of her ass chute.
The girl gasped. "Oh, God!"
"Let us pray!" Reverend Jimmy said. "We give you thanks, oh just and merciful Lord, for extending your forgiveness to this wretched young sinner. May her faith return, and may she sin no more." His last words were uttered in pained tones as he began to drive his stiff cock in and out of her tight asshole.
The girl pushed up to the hands-and-knees position once more as Reverend Jimmy pistoned his cock in her asshole. Her smooth round ass gyrated, scouring itself at his loins. Although he still wore pants, he could feel the heat of her ass flowing into his lower belly.
Like beasts of the field, Reverend Jimmy thought, imagining the way this young girl and her lover had sinned. Yes, that's exactly what this young couple and so many young couples nowadays had become-beasts of the field-the male mounting up behind the female and fucking her while she whined in heat. Oh, where would it all lead? Where would it all end?
"Eeeeeh!" The girl let out a sharp squeal. Her asshole seemed to have become a slippery but tight hand that squeezed and pumped Reverend Jimmy's cock.
Her asshole seemed to have fingers inside, fingers that tickled and caressed and pinched his cock in all the right places. Her naked ass jerked as she grunted. She was exploding inside.
Reverend Jimmy rounded his back and fell on her. As he slobbered over her velvety flesh, he felt a stream of flame sear the core of his swelling cock. He fired into her, bathed her asshole with his spurting jism.
"Uhhhh!" he grunted. "Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" The room swirled around him. His vision blurred. His head filled with clanging bells.
"Pastor! Pastor!"
The blurring of his vision cleared as quickly as it had come on. He stared into the face of the girl, who was looking back at him over her shoulder while he rested his chin on her back and drooled and grunted.
"What?" he moaned, still feeling his orgasm clawing through his loins, still dizzy with the clanging of bells in his head. "What?"
"The telephone," she said. "The telephone!"
Reverend Jimmy's heart tightened as if gripped in a fist. He staggered off the desk, popping his throbbing cock out of the girl's ass. As he stumbled to the front of the desk, a few last drops of cum oozed out of his cock, squeezed out of him by his subsiding orgasm.
He yanked open the desk drawer into which he'd shoved the telephone at the beginning of Miss Caspen's desk-top confession. In the middle of a ring, he pulled the receiver off the phone and pasted it to his ear.
"Hello!" he gasped into the mouthpiece. "First Baptist-"
"Reverend Trummel? Is that you, Reverend?"
"Yes." He took a huge, billowing breath. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand. "One moment, please." He turned to the naked girl sitting atop his desk with her legs spread and her large eyes gawking at him. He put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Get dressed, Miss Caspen. Quickly!"
"Reverend Trummel? Reverend Trummel?" The voice over the phone was insistent.
"Yes," he said. "I'm back. Sorry to have kept you waiting." He took another deep breath, relieved that his breathing was getting back to normal.
"Where you been, Reverend, out jogging?" the voice on the phone asked. "Just get in? I've been ringing and ringing. Your wife said you could be reached at the church. I tried to get you at your house."
"I've been-uh-working. I had to run for the phone. Now, what can I do for you, sir? To whom am I speaking?" He reached down and shoved his slippery, softening cock back into his pants.
"Deputy Wallace, down here at the county jail. I'd like you to come down here."
The fist that had tightened around Reverend Jimmy's heart when he'd first realized that the phone was ringing, now gripped his heart again. He looked across the desk at the young girl, suspecting for a moment that she had come here to set him up, that possibly she'd been sent here by the police. Perhaps she had concealed in her handbag over by the door a tape recorder, had taped this entire session of confession, and that she would not testify in court as to what had happened here tonight, using the tape recording to back up her story.
Reverend Jimmy, although he felt perfectly justified with his methods of extracting a true confession from the sinners who came to him or who had been sent to him, realized that the police might consider his methods somewhat less than legal. For years now, ever since he'd first begun requiring that teenagers recreate or act out for him their sin in the course of their confessing it, he'd been expecting to receive a call from the sheriff's office concerning a complaint from some sinful teenager's parent. And now the call had come, had caught him in the very act.
"Is it urgent?" he asked, his voice low, but under control. Years of being a preacher had taught him how to control his voice and his face regardless of what writhings were going on inside of him.
"I'd say so," the deputy said, "if you got a daughter by the name of Faith Trummel."
The fist tightened again. "Faith? Is she all right?" He was thinking suddenly of the motorcycle gang that had been terrorizing the area for the last few weeks. On some of their rampages, they'd abducted girls even younger than Faith, and they'd done horrible things to the girls before releasing them.
"Well, that depends on what you mean by all right," the deputy said. "She ain't bleeding or broke up, if that's what you mean. But she's in trouble."
"Trouble? What kind of trouble? Spit it out, man!"
"Hey, hey, now don't get riled, Reverend. I ain't discussing it over the phone, but just let me say that she ain't in any trouble that her daddy can't get her out of. So why don't you just climb into that big Lincoln of yours and cruise on down. By the way, you better bring along your check book, 'cause it'll save you a trip back to get it. And Reverend, drive carefully-it's an awful foggy night out there."
CHAPTER FOUR
Faith couldn't believe this was happening. One moment she was lying in the clouds, feeling her lover's wonderful warm jism squirting into her cunt, and the next moment, she found herself sitting cold and wet on a hard bench in a jail cell. Bars surrounded her. She was in a retaining cell that was isolated from the other cell-blocks where the prisoners were kept. Next-door to her, in an adjacent cell, Brian was staring at her, his handsome face pressed between a set of gray-painted steel bars.
"God, Faith, what's gonna happen to us?" His blond hair was plastered to his scalp, still dripping with mist and drizzle. But he'd never looked cuter to her, and she'd never felt more in love with him.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "But things will work out. They've got to."
Brian clenched shut his eyes and bit his lower lip.
Faith wanted to go to him, to stroke his face, to comfort him, but she didn't dare. Deputy Wallace had told her to sit right there and not to make a move if she didn't want to see Brian's back bleed. It was already covered with welts, she knew, although she couldn't see his backside from where she was sitting.
Brian's back had to be covered with welts from the whipping it had received from Deputy Wallace's leather belt. The deputy had hung Brian against the steel-barred wall of the cell, had wrapped ropes around his wrists and had strung him up, his face to the wall.
Brian all but dangled there now, stark naked, his arms stretched almost out of his shoulder sockets, just the tips of his toes touching the concrete floor of the cell. Deputy Wallace was out somewhere now, having left Brian behind to hang and wince from the welts on his back.
"He's crazy," Brian muttered, opening his eyes. "Do whatever he says, or he'll probably kill us. Christ, my back burns! What did I ever do to him?"
Faith was about to speak when the gray door at the end of the short hallway burst open, and Deputy Wallace appeared, chewing gum and jingling keys on a metal ring. He clomped down the hallway in his muddy black boots and unlocked Brian's cell. He slammed shut the door behind him, causing the concrete outer walls to vibrate with the sound of steel crashing against steel.
Faith winced. Had she not been so afraid and weak, she would have covered her ears with her hands and screamed.
Deputy Wallace smiled at her. "How are things going, honey? Enjoying your stay with us? Well, I got some good news for you. Your big rich daddy is on his way down here to rescue his naughty daughter. He oughta be here in-oh-ten or fifteen minutes." He blew a gum-bubble and burst it with a sharp chomp of his front teeth.
Faith felt completely numb. She'd almost rather have been told that he was going to lock them both up for ten years, or that he was going to offer them to that motorcycle gang as a peace-offering-anything-but telling her that her father was on the way.
Now it would all come out-that she and Brian had been fucking for the last year, that she had been fucking and sucking all those other boys ever since grade school. What would her dad do? What would her mother do? What would she herself do? She wished she were dead. She wished Deputy Wallace would pull that gun of his out of its holster and plant a molten slug of lead right between her eyes.
"Why, honey, you look downright pale all of a sudden," Deputy Wallace said. He smirked, then snatched up the leather belt he'd left lying on the floor near Brian's feet after he'd finished whipping him earlier. "Now, where was I before I went to make that call? Oh, Yes, I believe I was lecturing this randy young billy goat here about what's allowed and what ain't allowed under the law."
He doubled up the belt and cracked it across Brian's bare ass.
Brian winced, pressing his face hard between the bars. His long body jerked, every muscle of it tense and stretched. His cock, which had been half-hard, suddenly began to lengthen and balloon. As his prick flexed up to a full erection, sticking up between the bars almost vertically, Faith watched it, feeling a great desire to touch his fucker, to kiss it, to rub it between her legs. She felt this desire in spite of the almost-hopeless situation she was in. She felt ashamed of herself, ashamed of her lust at a time like this, but what could she do?
The swelling of her cunt slabs, the lubrication of her hot pussy with fuck juices, the prickling, tingling sensations that filled her loins and caused her to want to squeeze her legs together-all these things happened naturally, because she was a ripe young female in the presence of a turned-on young male. Her desire was there. Nothing she knew of could have prevented it.
Deputy Wallace wound up his arm and cracked Brian's ass again with the belt. "Goddamn pup!" He lashed the boy again, then again and again. He swung so hard and so quick that he panted, sweat beading on his forehead.
Brian was sweating too, his face flushed with pain, the muscles of his body quivering under his thin smooth skin. He jerked and gasped with each lashing of the leather belt across his ass, but he didn't cry out or whimper. Instead, he chewed his lips.
Faith sat there helplessly watching, wincing and jerking each time Brian winced and jerkedx her cunt contracting each time Brian's cock flexed. Clear tears of pre-cum leaked from the gaping piss-slit of his purple cockhead now. A trickle of fuck-lube had rolled down the underside of his cockshaft and now spilled over one of his bloated balls.
Faith's mouth watered. She longed to lick the warm cum from her lover's hairless brown ball sac, then to lick upward, cleaning the fuck fluid from the long shaft of his cock, and finally to sip the fuck juice as it bubbled out of his piss-slit.
She longed to suck Brian's luscious purple cockhead between her lips and to feel it hot and silky and throbbing in her mouth while she licked it round and round.
Deputy Wallace scowled at her, his breath coming hard from the energy he'd expended beating Brian. "What you looking at so hard, little girl? Why're you licking your lips like that?" He walked around to Brian's side and followed with his eyes the path that her gaze had taken. "Well, well, what have we got here?"
He shoved his arm between the cell bars and hooked Brian's erect cock with the looped end of the doubled-up belt. Then he lowered the loop and succeeded in hooking under the boy's balls. He started to pull upward, and Brian's balls looked like they would explode out of his sac. He gasped, his eyes bulging with pain and terror.
"Stop it!" Faith screamed, jumping up off the bench. Deputy Wallace froze for a split-second, then turned his gaze to her. She stood halfway across the cell, shaking all over, knots in her chest and stomach, her breath coming in wheezes.
"Sit back down there, little lady, or I'll bust his balls as easy as this." He blew a gum-bubble and exploded it with a loud pop.
Faith sank back down onto the bench. "Don't hurt him anymore," she said, her voice hardly more than a squeak. "Please don't."
"You give me one good reason, little lady. He's broke the law. He's guilty of indecent exposure, lewd and lascivious conduct in a public park, breaking the new curfew, and resisting arrest. Then there's adultery. The law in this state says that fucking between unmarried folks is adultery, just as if they were married folks fucking other than their legal mates. And that brings a stiff sentence. Add that to all these other offenses, and your horny boyfriend here's got five years coming in the state pen. Now, would you like to be visiting him in the state pen or watching him get what's coming to him here and now? If I was you, I'd settle on watching him getting his skinny smart ass whipped."
He unhooked Brian's balls, then let the looped belt cradle his cock for a few moments. He shook his head. "Christ, I never seen such a horny bastard. There I am, whipping the baby-skin off his bucking ass, and up front here his billy goat's prick is up and jumping like he's watching a stripper doing her act." He shook his head again and unhooked the boy's prick.
Faith sank farther down on the bench, a flood of tension flowing out of her with a sigh. She almost smiled. Brian had at least been saved that torture.
Deputy Wallace stood on the other side of the bars, watching her as if he were-planning something for her. He unhooked his shiny hardwood billy club from his hip and laid the blunt end of it in his hand, twisting it slowly while he continued to watch her.
Faith felt all the anxiety rushing back into her. Her stomach turned over. Her muscles tensed with a thousand knots.
"I think I'm gonna give our randy billy goat here a taste of his own medicine," Deputy Wallace said, nodding toward Brian, but never taking his eyes off Faith. He continued to twist the billy club in his hand. "What say, pretty bitch, if I ram this old meat-beater up your boyfriend's itchy little shithole? I'll bet he'd just love that."
Faith couldn't believe what she was hearing. She heard Brian groan. She fell onto her knees on the concrete floor.
"Don't," she half-whispered. "Just don't. Please. I'll do anything. But just don't."
Deputy Wallace smiled. He hooked the billy club back onto his hip. He pressed his bulging groin between the bars. He winked at her.
Faith knew exactly what he was demanding that she do, and she crawled to him, crawled on hands and knees across the cold concrete floor of the cell, climbing the cold steel bars of the cell with her hands until she kneeled before him, he in Brian's cell, and she in hers.
Taking a deep breath, she unzipped his gray trousers. Reaching into his fly, she found his cock. It was enormous-at least as big as Brian's. And it was hard and all wet. Deputy Wallace's underwear was warm and sopping inside. The alkaline scent of cum drifted to her nostrils, and she realized that the deputy had shot off in his pants recently-possibly while whipping Brian. If so, that meant that the deputy was a sadist, someone who took sexual pleasure in inflicting pain. She'd read about such people, and now, here she was, pulling a sadist's hard cock out of his pants.
Deputy Wallace groaned, pressing his hips at the cell wall as if he would squeeze them right through the bars. His cock stood up as stiff and quivering as Brian's cock did just a few feet away. Faith gripped his prick by the base and sucked his apple-sized cockhead into her mouth. As her lips closed around his throbbing cockhead, she closed her eyes.
She was ashamed of herself. As much as she hated this man for what he'd done to Brian and what he was forcing her to do, she couldn't help hungering for his cum, couldn't help delighting in the feel of his cock in her mouth, couldn't help squeezing her thighs together and squishing her tingling, lubricating cunt slabs against each other. It felt good to suck cock-even the cock of a man she hated.
In fact, the knowledge that she was being forced to give him a blow job added some kind of extra pleasure to her cock-sucking.
She imagined herself a slavegirl in ancient Rome, being forced to suck the cocks of the Roman soldiers-the big sweaty muscular cocks of Roman soldiers who had gone without fucking women for months. She would suck them all, would bring them all off, would swallow the thick sweet jism of hundreds of grunting young men, one after the other, until she'd sucked off the entire Roman army. She would be their sexual slave forever.
Deputy Wallace banged the steel-barred cell wall with his muscular loins, driving his long cock between the bars and in and out of Faith's mouth and throat. She watched him now as she sucked his prick, her initial embarrassment giving way to a desire to view the grimaces on his rugged face. His veined, sinewy hands gripped the steel bars, his knuckles white from the strength of his hanging on. He gazed down at her, his fierce eyes glazed over with an animal-like redness, his mouth gaping as he grunted, one corner of his mouth leaking spit.
"Ahhh!" he moaned. "Ahhhh! Yeahhh! Eat my cock, baby! Ahhhh!" His voice echoed through the nearly vacant steel-and-concrete chambers.
Faith felt his cock flex, rising and falling, all but lifting her off the floor and waving her in the air as she clung to his big meaty prick with mouth and hands. She loved the steel-like strength of big muscular cocks like Deputy Wallace's and Brian's. She imagined herself swinging on his big cock as if it were a parallel bar.
"Suck my prick!" Deputy Wallace grunted. "Oh, baby, suck my big prick!"
Faith's head bobbed. The hot ridges of the deputy's cock-knob stimulated her lips, stimulated her gums and throat and the insides of her cheeks. She twirled her tongue around his big juicy prickhead. She twisted the tip of her tongue down into his large gaping piss-slit, feeling the lips of his meaty slit suck at her probing tongue-tip, tasting the salty-sweet sex-lube that bubbled through the long throbbing shaft of his cock and oozed from the slit.
"Ahhhhh!" the deputy gasped. "Suck me off!" He humped wildly, jolting the steel-barred wall of the cell.
Had the bars not separated them, Faith knew that such heavy humping would stretch her tonsils until they snapped like rubber-bands, would fracture her jaws and break her upturned nose. But able to control somewhat the deputy's fuck-thrusts into her throat, she enjoyed the feeling of his cock ramming in and out of her face, ramming in and out of her undulating throat. She churned her wet tongue at the underside of his cockhead, massaging it. At the same time, she sucked rhythmically, teasing the cum out of his balls.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he bellowed. "Man!"
Faith nearly squealed with delight as she watched the deputy's eyes roll back with hot pleasure, as she watched his mouth gape with bellows and grunts and moans, as she felt his cock shiver at its very core and erupt with molten spurts of sweet cum. She sucked ravenously, swallowing burst after burst of thick rich jism. His hot spunk splashed against the back of her throat, bubbling down into her stomach. She could feel it warming her gut like hot cocoa.
"Take it!" Deputy Wallace grunted. "Eat every drop of my cum!" His hips strained against the bars. His cock jumped into Faith's mouth and throat, spurting, spurting, spurting. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Faith shimmied her itching cuntlips together. She was mounting to a quick orgasm when Deputy Wallace yanked his softening cock out of her mouth. A few drops of spit and cum flicked off the tip of his prick and spattered her face. He put his hand on her forehead and shoved her away. Her orgasm sank back into her cunt without blossoming.
The deputy stuffed his dripping cock back into his pants. He unhooked his billy club and spit on it, grinning at her.
Brian, whose head was turned sideways, and who had watched everything that had just happened, groaned when he saw the billy club. Every muscle in his body tensed to stone.
"I think I'm gonna have me some fun with this billy club after all," the deputy said, giving Brian a tap on the ass with it. "Yes, sir, I believe this law-breaking, skinny-assed boy deserves a taste of the nightstick." He chuckled and moved behind Brian.
Faith screamed so loud that she thought something had snapped in her head. Then she realized that a loud buzzer had torn the air at the same moment that her scream had hurtled from her.
Deputy Wallace cursed, then wiped the spit off his nightstick with a handkerchief and hung the club back on his hip. "You're one lucky billy goat," he said, whacking Brian on the ass with the flat of his hand. "Know what? You're one lucky billy goat."
The buzzer blasted down the hallway again. Faith jumped, and Deputy Wallace cursed.
"Goddamn it, I'm coming, I'm coming! Goddamn fool!" He unlocked the cell and clomped down the hall. After he'd unlocked the door at the end of the hallway, he disappeared through the doorway, crashing the door shut behind him.
Faith jumped up and ran to Brian. Unable to reach his mouth due to his hanging position, she kissed him on his nipples, kissed him up and down his muscled abdomen. Then she ran her palms and fingertips up and down his rippling torso, caressing him, soothing him.
"Are you all right, my angel?" she asked. At the moment she spoke, she wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling his bloated prick-knob throb like a heart against her palm.
Immediately, Brian's cock flexed and began to squirt cum. He groaned loud and long, his body twitching.
Faith gibbered, falling to her knees. Mouth gaping, slippery hands full of jumping, spurting cock, she caught as much of Brian's cum as she could in her throat. By the time he was done spurting, her cheeks and nose and lips dripped with fresh boy-jism. Her hands were drenched with cum. She licked the cum off his large brown balls. Then she licked clean his heavy, half-hard cock, delighting in the way it hung now, like a big sweet sausage. Finally, she licked the sticky-slick jizz off her fingers and cleaned off her face. She smiled up at Brian. He was smiling down at her.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know. I guess I was so scared I just came. Some people piss or shit in their pants when they're scared out of their minds. I guess I come instead." He chuckled weakly.
"How's your back?"
"Not too bad. It sure burns, though. Funny, but getting hung up here naked like this and whipped made my prick horny. Being scared was sure part of it, but as much as it hurt being whipped, I kind of enjoyed it. I think if I'd've been whipped much longer, I'd've shot off in the air. It was a strange kind of pleasure." He closed his eyes as if musing to himself.
Faith didn't quite understand what he was saying, but she was glad that he hadn't suffered too much. She put her arms through the bars and hugged his wonderful muscular legs, pillowing her cheek against his sacful of big spongy balls and kissing his big sweet cock, which was hanging over her nose.
Roy ushered Reverend Trummel into the sheriff's private office. He didn't want the desk-deputy butting in on their consultation. With the sheriff and the rest of the force out searching for the Riders, Roy was the number one deputy-in-charge.
As he seated himself behind the sheriff's littered desk, he pulled a cigar out of a box on top of the desk-sheriff's private stock-and bit the end off it. Then he lit the cigar and savored a few puffs. Finally, he motioned for Reverend Trummel to sit in the chair across the desk from him.
"I'd offer you a cigar," he said to the preacher, "but I guess you don't smoke. Sinful, ain't it?"
"You're right," Reverend Trummel said, his eyes shifting nervously. "Now, would you tell me what's happened to my daughter?"
Roy puffed on his cigar, studying the big man across the desk from him. He never thought he'd get the chance to make Reverend Trummel squirm. In the old days, it was Reverend Trummel who had made Roy squirm.
Roy would never forgive his ma for dragging him Sunday after Sunday to the First Baptist Church so he could shiver and squirm under the glare and roar and fist-pounding of the fat preacher who drove nothing but new Lincolns while he squeezed every cent he could get out of his congregation. And he'd never forgive the reverend for the guilt-trip he had laid on him.
Even today, a half-dozen years since the last and final time Roy had set foot in the First Baptist Church, he still woke up in a cold sweat from time to time after having suffered through another hell-fire nightmare-a nightmare in which the roaring voice of the righteous reverend lashed him and smothered him and chased him down into hell.
"Well?" Reverend Jimmy said, suddenly leaping up.
Roy slammed his fist on the desk. "Sit down!"
Rev. Trummel sank back into his chair, his face purple.
Roy puffed on his cigar and smiled. "I ain't a member of your congregation anymore, Reverend. That's the first thing you better get into your head. And the second thing is that I'm the law in this town tonight. With the sheriff out, you might say that I'm the sheriff tonight. That much clear?"
The reverend nodded, swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing under the knot of his black necktie.
"Good," Roy said. "Now we can get down to business. You bring your check book like I told you?"
The reverend pulled a brown leather check book out of his suit and laid it on the desk.
"Fine. Real fine." He leaned back and propped his boots up on the desk. "Now, Reverend, I'm afraid I got some bad news. We got your daughter locked up in back."
The reverend's eyelids flew up like sprung window-shades. "On what charge?"
"You mean charges, Reverend. On what charges? Public nudity. Public lewd and lascivious conduct. Breaking curfew. Sexual relations with a young man she ain't married to. She could get-oh-three to five years.
And, of course, every last good citizen of Hampton is going to hear about it. Her trial is sure to pack the courtroom." He smirked shamelessly.
The emotions that fought under the well-padded skin of Reverend Trummel's face were too many and too quick for the deputy to interpret. He was having more fun watching the preacher sitting there developing a dozen ulcers than he'd had taking the leather to that naked young buck in the back room.
After about a minute of internal battling, the reverend spoke, his voice barely audible. "Tell me what happened."
Roy told him everything-every lurid detail of the story. In fact, he even spiced the story up. When he finished, the reverend looked like he needed about ten stiff drinks.
"So, what do you want me to do?" the reverend finally asked.
"That's up to you," Roy said. "But if I was you, I'd bail her out. Me being in charge tonight, I can work out a kind of special bail, if you know what I mean."
"Special bail?" The reverend looked like a scared kid.
"Right. A sort of permanent bail. Oh, more of a fine than a bail. You pay it, and she's free. In fact, I even tear up the report."
"How much?"
"Oh, twelve-hundred-fifty oughta do it."
"This is blackmail!"
Roy picked up the phone and started dialing.
"What are you doing?" The reverend leapt up.
"Phoning in tonight's police report to the Hampton Journal."
The reverend reached across the desk and disconnected the call with a jab of his fat fingers. "All right. I'll pay the fine, bail, or whatever it is." He opened the check book and snatched a pen off the desk. "Who should I make the check out to?"
Roy spelled out his name. "Now, hold on there a minute, Reverend. Before you write in the amount, we'd better discuss the young man."
The reverend sank back into his seat. "The young man? What about the young man? As far as I'm concerned, you can put him away for twenty years."
Roy smiled, shaking his head. "Reverend, Reverend, it ain't that simple. That boy goes to trial, guess who's gonna be called to testify?"
The reverend looked sick.
"Why, your pretty little daughter, of course. And then, of course, the court's gonna wonder why the boy is on trial and the girl ain't. The boy didn't rape her, you know. No, Reverend, it ain't quite that simple. I'm afraid, Reverend, that you're gonna have to bail the boy out too. Think of it as your Christian duty. Now, just add another twelve-hundred-fifty, for a total of , twenty-five hundred, and all your worries are over."
The reverend's hand trembled as he wrote out the rest of the check. It was the most satisfying moment of Roy's life. He snatched the check out of the reverend's hand and looked it over.
"Fine. Nice doing business with you, Reverend. Now, if you'll just wait here, I'll fetch the youngsters. I'll bet you're just dying to see the cute couple."
CHAPTER FIVE
Cissy said good night to the trucker who had stopped for coffee, then hurried to the door as soon as it had closed behind him, turning the sign hanging in the door window to CLOSED. She began to lock the door, then smiled and decided to leave it unlocked.
Billy would be by to pick her up sometime within the next half hour, and she'd be in back, cleaning up. No need to have to run all the way out to let him in. He could find his way back to the kitchen by himself. And that CLOSED sign in the window would discourage any late customers from trying the door.
She walked back into the kitchen and began to sweep the floor. What a dead night it had been! On a drizzly night like tonight, how many customers could an out-of-the-way little restaurant on the outskirts of Hampton draw? The boss must have asked himself that question and answered it, because he'd left an hour early, leaving her to deal with any last-minute customers who might stop for coffee or a quick sandwich. And he'd also entrusted her with the keys so she could lock the place up.
She and Billy would drop the keys off at the boss' place on the way to Billy's apartment.
Cissy danced a little as she swept. How cozy Billy's apartment would be on a night like this! So different from the cold and uncomfortable car seats they'd fucked on so many times for lack of someplace warm to go. But he was eighteen now, and he'd moved out of his parents' house only a few weeks ago.
His new place was fantastic, with a big springy bed that creaked murder when they fucked and made the fucking that much more fun. Cissy dropped the broom and hugged herself. She got goosebumps just thinking about fucking Billy.
He had the most beautiful brown eyes that just made her melt. And his prick was so hot and thick. Mmmm, so nice to work on with her hand, so nice to suck on, so nice to shimmy between her legs and receive into her cunt. She wondered if any other boy in the world had eyes and a prick as beautiful as Billy's. He was her first and only love, and some day she was going to marry him-if she ever got out of high school.
She sighed and picked up the broom again. At that moment, she heard the front door open.
"I'm in the kitchen, hot nuts!" she shouted, giggling to herself. "Waiting breathlessly for you and your big hot cock!"
A sudden thought came into her head, and she couldn't resist it. Dropping the broom, she pulled down her panties quickly, and after she'd kicked them off, she hiked up her brown waitress-uniform and lay down on the wooden-topped chopping table. Then she kicked her spread legs up in the air and waited to hear Billy's reaction when he stepped into the kitchen. He'd probably squirt off in his pants. He loved looking at girls with their legs spread and their cunts wide open. He had a whole pile of magazines at home that showed hundreds of girls in that posture. She held her breath, trying to keep from giggling.
The kitchen door opened slowly, and Cissy heard a low whistle. Then she heard loud clomping, and she looked up to see two of the meanest-looking males she'd ever seen in her life. One was a big fat bear-like creature, and the other was a short skinny kid. They wore muddy boots, patched jeans, and leather jackets. The big guy's head was wrapped in a ragged red bandana. The kid's black hair drooped over his skull as if he'd dipped his head in a bucket of oil. The kid wore a gold ring in his right ear. They grabbed her before she could move, the big guy plastering his hand to her mouth, the kid groping her pussy mound and sliding a finger up her cunt. As stunned as she was, she shivered with tingles to feel a finger wiggling inside her cunt.
"Don't make no noise," the big guy said, glaring at her in a way that didn't leave any room for doubt that he meant it. "Anybody else in this here joint?"
Cissy shook her head no. She stared into the man's eyes as if hypnotized. The kid's finger squirmed in her cunt.
"Gibby," the big man" said, "go check behind that there door and see if she's telling us the truth."
The kid popped his finger out of her pussy and marched over to the door like a trained robot. He was sucking on the finger that he'd shoved up her cunt. He swung open the door.
"It ain't nothing but a head, Bear-an empty head." He guffawed. "When we get done with the chick we can flush her down the toilet."
Cissy struggled for the first time.
Bear pressed her down on the table, laying his torso across her. "Damn fool! Get over here! Now you got her all riled! Help me keep her down!"
Cissy choked on the fumes billowing out of Bear's mouth. He smelled like a still. Half his teeth were missing. He kissed her on the lips and she almost vomited.
The kid grabbed her feet and pinned her legs down.
"Now," Bear said. "Me and Gib are gonna take off all your clothes. Just lay there real nice like and let us, 'cause we're gonna see you naked one way or the other. Put up a fuss, and we'll just clout you over that pretty noggin so you'll hear the birdies while we're stripping you. Understand?"
Cissy nodded her head. Her heart was thumping away so hard she could feel it in all the bones of her body. Strange, but she didn't feel all that scared. Aside from her banging heart, she felt kind of numb. She had the weird feeling that her body was made of plastic and that she was looking out of it at the men undressing her as if she were looking out the window of a room. She lay there, passive as a doll.
The men took off every stitch of her clothing.
"Real good," Bear said, feeling both her tits at once, as if testing peaches for ripeness. "You're doing real good, girlie. Just lay there nice and easy. Me and Gib, we wanna express our appreciation of the way you welcomed us, with your little legs up and spread and your horny little pussy, all wet and steamy."
"Yeah," the kid said. He plunged his face between her legs and began to munch at her cunt.
Cissy gasped, her loins making a spontaneous jerk.
The big man smiled, showing his sparse-toothed gums. "You like that? Gibby's one hell of a cunt-eater. He'd sooner eat cunt than steak or Twinkies." He leaned over and licked her left nipple. "Now, tit's what I prefer. Ain't it funny? Me and Gib come in here to maybe rip off some bread and ham, and here we are eating something twice as tasty-tits and cunt."
Cissy tensed as the big man just about swallowed her entire tit. He had his thick wet lips wrapped almost completely around her left tit-mound. She felt his hot tongue lapping at her nipple while his mouth applied suction. She felt her toes curl from the sensations. All the muscles in her loins writhed from the double attack of Bear's tongue licking her tit and the kid's tongue twirling inside her cunt.
She began to rock her hips and moan. She felt as if she were being eaten alive. Hot needles shot up her asshole. She humped her spread cunt at the kid's gnawing mouth, coming, coming, coming!
"Oooooooh!" Cooing moans melted from her lips. "Ahhhh!"
The two men sucked her electrically charged flesh. She felt the hot sexy fuck-itch all through her body. As her orgasm subsided, a sense of absolute nakedness overcame her, and she began to tremble uncontrollably. She imagined herself being feasted upon by a pack of dogs.
The two men straightened up, looking down at her like a couple of mad scientists trying to decide how to dissect her. The kid unzipped his fly and struggled with his prick. When he at last got his hard prick out, she felt her eyes drawn toward it. It was a big cock for such a short kid-bigger even than Billy's.
Bear looked at the kid's prick too and grinned. "That cock of yours don't never go down, does it?"
"Not if I can help it," Gib said, but he wasn't looking at Bear as he spoke. He was leering at Cissy. "Hey, Bear, why don't you find me some grease?"
Bear grinned and looked around the kitchen. When he spotted a can of shortening on a shelf next to the stove, he shuffled over and grabbed it, popping the top off as he came back. Gib wiped out a gob of white shortening and worked it onto the head and shaft of his cock.
"Turn her over for me, Bear, huh?"
"My pleasure," Bear said, and he grabbed Cissy and flipped her onto her belly before she could even think of resisting.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked meekly, watching over her shoulder as Gib climbed up on the table between her spread legs, all the while lubricating his big cock with his hand. The shortening had begun to melt from the heat of his cock.
Gib continued to leer at her.
"What you think he's gonna do?" Bear chuckled.
"I-I don't know." Cissy was trembling harder now. She wondered if she'd ever stop. She heard both men laugh at her.
Gib reached down and twisted his greasy fist into her asscrack. She gasped. Suddenly, he slipped two fingers straight up her asshole. She squealed in shock.
"Up!" Gib said, hooking his fingers inside her ass and yanking up.
Cissy felt as if she were floating up to her hands and knees. Her arms and legs quavered under her. She still wasn't sure what was happening. Billy had slipped his finger into her ass a few times while he was fucking her from behind, but he'd never been so rough with her.
As Gib slapped her ass and told her to hold still, Bear climbed onto the table in front of her and pulled his fat, uncircumcised cock out of his fly. His cock had a potent smell that she found strangely appealing.
He peeled back the foreskin, exposing his fat cockhead. Cissy watched so intently that her eyes crossed. She'd heard of uncut cocks, but she'd never seen one before. Bear's uncut cock so fascinated her that she almost forgot Gib behind her. She became suddenly aware of him again, however, when she felt the burning knob of his greased prick twisting against her asspucker. At that moment, she realized fully what he was going to do.
She tried to pull away. "Nooooooo! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhh!"
Gib's big prick thrust into her ass. She felt as if she'd been impaled on a hot-water pipe.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't! Please! Oh, don't!" Her asshole felt as if it had been split in a dozen places. "Oh, pi-"
Bear's uncut cock stuffed her words back down her throat. His foreskin hooked on her teeth, and his prick-knob almost popped off his cockshaft as it lodged in her throat.
Cissy choked, her jaws aching. She was so stuffed full of cockmeat that she thought her eyes might pop out from the pressure. The scent and taste of Bear's cock filled her head. Gib's cock flexed in the depths of her ass and began to slide.
"Ahhh, real tight little ass!" Gib muttered.
"Hot throat, too!" Bear grunted.
They both chuckled and began to hump, Gib fucking his bucking cock up Cissy's asshole and Bear pumping his cock in and out of her face.
This was unlike anything Cissy had ever imagined. She felt like an accordion between the two humping men. Spit leaked out of her mouth, dripping from the underside of Bear's cockshaft, leaking down over his big hairy nuts.
She felt as if a greased arm was sliding in and out of her asshole. She could do nothing but shiver, allowing the brutal men to fuck her for their pleasure.
Her head swirled inside. She almost forgot where she was. She closed her eyes and got fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked! Strangely, she felt no pain anymore. She'd stopped choking as her throat had adjusted to the assault of Bear's meaty cock, and now her asshole felt mostly numb, with a pleasant warm sensation starting to grow inside it as Gib's big prick pumped in and out.
I'm getting raped, she told herself. Down the throat and up the ass! She'd always feared that someday the unmentionable would happen-that someday she'd get raped. And now it was happening. And, unbelievably, she was enjoying it! She reached between her legs and caught a handful of her dripping, sizzling cunt-flesh. She squeezed her clit, feeling it squirm between her fingers.
Her loins rocked. Her tits, though they were still small, jiggled underneath her. She found herself contracting the muscles in her ass and cunt, squeezing Gib's plunging cock with the walls of her shitter. Her throat muscles writhed as she sucked and licked Bear's juicy uncut cock.
The two men shot off simultaneously, bellowing like two mad bulls. Bear's hot jism spurted down her throat. Gib's hot cum squirted into the pit of her asshole. She felt her own orgasm coming on.
"What the hell?" a voice screamed. She recognized it immediately as Billy's.
The two big cocks, still flexing and spurting, popped out of her fuckholes. As the two men leaped off the table, she fell flat. Lying there naked, her head woozy, she felt every nerve in her body tingling. She felt the air nibble around the edges of her asshole for a few moments. Then she felt her asshole close. As she lay panting, she could still feel the two big phantom cocks, slick and hard, sliding in and out of her mouth and ass, and she moaned, momentarily frustrated that the real cocks were inside her fuckholes no more. When she'd finally recovered her mind, she became aware that the place was dead silent.
She sat up and looked around. Nobody in sight. She saw her clothes heaped on the floor, and she slid off the table and began dressing, not bothering to wipe off the cum that was leaking out of her asshole. As soon as she'd gotten her dress on, she ran out front. The front door was open, letting in the fog. She could see nothing outside but blackness. She rushed behind the counter and picked up the phone, which sat next to the cash register. She dialed O. "Operator."
"I-I-I need the police." Her voice was so low that she could hardly hear herself. "Speak louder, please."
"I-I-"
"Put it down, girlie!" Gib came running through the door. He caught her hand and slammed the phone down.
Cissy found herself gazing down. Gib's cock still stuck out of his open fly. It aimed straight out, nearly fully erect, a pearly gob of cum glinting at the piss-slit. Insanely, she found herself giggling.
"Cissy! Oh God, Cissy!"
She looked up to see Bear forcing Billy through the door, the boy's arms pinned behind his back. The look of terror in his brown eyes filled her suddenly with an overwhelming fear.
"Leave us alone!" she pleaded. "Oh, please, just leave us alone!"
She rushed from behind the counter and embraced Billy before the mean kid with the earring could stop her.
Bear released Billy, and she and Billy hugged each other, both shivering like cornered rabbits.
Behind the counter, Gib began ransacking the cash register.
CHAPTER SIX
The road seemed to climb endlessly. Faith was sweating as they trudged up it. The air hung so thick with mist that she imagined if she just fell forward, the mist would hold her up and float her the rest of the way up the hill. There was some light-the glow of the lights from Hampton below.
She was grateful for the drizzly night. Had it been overcast without this fog and drizzle, this forlorn country road that twisted its way up into the hills south of Hampton would have been darker than a coal mine. She squeezed Brian's hand.
"How much farther?"
"Hard to tell," Brian answered. "I think we'll hit the side road to the cottage within the next mile or so. At least I hope so. Wanna rest?"
Faith imagined mud and slime and creepy-crawly things in the ditches at the sides of the road. "No," she said, "let's keep going."
They trudged on. Faith's heart pounded with both fear and excitement. They were running away.
The decision to run away with Brian had come easily, with no more than a few moments of deliberation. After all, there was nothing left for her in Hampton. Without even listening to her side of the story-not that she wanted to discuss it anyway-her father had laid down some new rules. No more gymnastics. No more dating. Her mother would pick her up exactly when school ended each day. She would spend all non-school hours helping her mother, doing homework, attending church services or performing work at the church. She would spend one hour each day reading the Bible aloud. She would receive no phone calls, nor make any. These rules would remain in effect until she graduated from high school in the spring.
At that time, the rules would be revised. Faith had typed the list of rules out in duplicate while her father had dictated them to her. Then she'd signed the lists-one list for her keeping and one for her father's-agreeing to obey all rules. She was never to see Brian again.
Outside the county jail, her father had slapped Brian's face hard enough to knock the boy down. Then he had kicked him and had spat on him, condemning him to hell. Faith had hardly been able to believe what she'd heard. Her father said that he would see to it that her lover was expelled from Hampton High.
As she'd lain on her bed at home, locked in her room and crying, Brian had come to her. He had knocked' on the window of her bedroom and had asked her to run away with him. Within minutes, she had packed her knapsack with as much as she could carry. Now they were on the road, heading for the cottage that belonged to Brian's uncle. It was a fishing cottage on a small lake. It would be vacant, and she and Brian could rest there for the night or, perhaps, for a few days.
It was still early-not later than nine-thirty-although so much had happened within the last few hours that Faith kept imagining that most of the night had already passed away, that dawn would appear any minute.
The truck came out of nowhere, rounding the curve and charging at them. The headlights and the roar of the engine hit them almost simultaneously. They dove for the ditch moments before the truck slid past them, brakes jamming, tires squealing. Cold water streamed in the ditch, filling Faith's shoes.
In the glow of the headlights, she saw ape-like creatures leaping out of the truck. It was a pickup truck, hauling a load.
"You all right?" The figure ran toward them. "I didn't hit you, did I?" The voice was young, that of a teenaged male.
Another figure, a bear-like figure, caught up with him and appeared to engulf him. "Back in the truck. Now!" The voice was gruff.
A shorter figure ran toward Brian and Faith. When it got close, it waved a hunting knife at them. It seemed to be grinning. Faith could see something gleam on its lower ear, something shiny, an earring.
"Climb out of that ditch where I can get a look at youse," the figure said. He was a young male, probably no older than Brian by the sound of his voice and the slightness of his physique.
Brian climbed out of the ditch, pulling Faith out behind him. "What is this?" Brian asked.
"Don't talk," the kid with the knife said, pricking Brian's chin with the point of it. "Come on, we're all going for a ride. Walk along nice and easy, or I'll start cutting."
The kid with the knife forced them into the bed of the pickup truck, squeezing them together on the wet steel floor of the bed in a corner toward the front. The kid squeezed in next to them his arm outstretched, his knife aimed at them like a gun. In the glow of the headlights, Faith could see a demonic glinting in the kid's eyes-a glinting like that of his earring.
"I got 'em pinned down back here," the kid yelled.
The truck was thrown into gear and the engine roared. They lurched forward as it began grinding up the hill.
Faith shivered as much from cold as from fear. Riding in the open bed of a pickup on a night like this wasn't at all pleasant. As the truck hit bumps in the road, she felt her ass-bones jam into the icy steel she sat on. She and Brian and the kid were all cramped together. The truck was hauling wooden planks and paint cans. Two enormous motorcycles loomed above them, banging together and wobbling as the truck bounced, threatening to topple over on them and crush them.
Faith sensed that she and Brian were being abducted by members of a motorcycle gang. It was strange, though, that these gang members were hauling their motorcycles in the bed of a pickup truck instead of riding them. But then she remembered the things the gang had reportedly done. They were all crazy, all psychos, according to the news reports. Nothing was too weird for them.
Faith squeezed Brian's hand for comfort, but she found it clammy and limp. A chill went through her, and she shuddered violently.
* * *
They were all naked-every one of them.
Faith had never been in the presence of so many naked bodies except in the locker room in school. But in the locker room, they were all females. Here, five of them were males. Five of them had cocks-big cocks-in every stage of softness and erection. Despite the discomfort of the ropes cutting into her wrists, despite her uncertainty and cold fear, she felt hot and prickly in her cunt. Her loins throbbed with a gigantic pulsebeat.
The three members of the motorcycle gang sat around a wooden table, eyeing their captives from time to time while they stuffed their faces with hunks of greasy roast beef and slices of red ham. The kid with the earring beat on his big prick with his greasy hand all through the meal. He rubbed ham and beef fat onto his balls as he squeezed and rolled them. He even shoved his hand way down between his legs and played with his asshole while he gorged on meat and guzzled beer.
Faith sensed that the kid had shoved a finger up his asshole a few times, but from her vantage-point against the wall across the cabin, she couldn't see for sure. She saw clearly, though, the leers he repeatedly threw at her as he chomped and guzzled the food and jacked on his big prick.
The other two bikers did more talking than the kid did. The giant with the red bandana wrapped around his greasy, half-bald head, laughed a lot, showing his gums. He growled more than spoke, and when he laughed, his rolls of hairy fat shivered, blue veins visible under the overstretched skin. His flabby cock, its head half-sheathed by foreskin, dangled heavily over the edge of the wooden chair upon which he sat.
"The rest of the pack won't never believe us," he was saying. "Cops crawling the highways, so we sneak into that hick town by a back road to find us some grub and pocket bread, and we find us four hot baby asses."
He slapped the table and laughed, knocking a beer can off in the process. He paid no attention to the beer foaming out on the rough wood floor.
"And we got us a pickup, too," the kid said, not looking at his two companions, but glaring between Faith's spread legs.
Faith could feel his gaze combing her crotch like hot fingers. She ached to close her legs, but they were tied apart.
"Now, what we gonna do with a pickup?" the third of the Riders asked. He was a tall man, taller than the fat one, with well-defined muscles, long hair, a blue shoulder tatoo of a naked woman, and scars on his cheeks. They called him Ripper.
"Burn it," the kid said. "Or maybe run it off a cliff. Have us some fun with it."
The tall man shook his head, guzzling some beer. "Gibby, just when do you suppose you might grow up and get some sense into that block head of yours? We set fire to that thing on a night like this and the whole sky'll light up orange for ten miles around. I don't intend to advertise our whereabouts. We got us a nice cozy little place here and some nice hot cunts to chew on, and I don't intend to go off running on a shit night like this just because you wanna set fire to a damn truck and draw the law down on us."
"I didn't say nothing about burning it tonight," the kid said. "We can do it tomorrow, just before we leave. Shit, we can set fire to this shack too." He smiled at Faith.
With us in it, she thought. Although she'd never heard a report of the Riders killing anybody, she wouldn't put it past them to start now.
Bear and Ripper acted as if they hadn't heard the kid, and they went on guzzling and chomping and chuckling and scratching their balls. The kid, meanwhile, finally dragged his gaze from Faith and laid it on Cissy.
Faith knew Cissy from school, and she felt glad, in a selfish way, to have Cissy as a companion tonight. With Cissy here to fuck some of the males, she would have less of an ordeal. And she knew she was going to suffer an ordeal. Nothing was going to stop those bikers from taking what they wanted. The blonde girl shackled by a leg-iron around the ankle in the corner was evidence enough that the Riders took whatever they wanted.
The girl's head drooped. She leaned against the wall looking as if she didn't care what happened to her anymore. Her spread cunt resembled raw meat. The Riders had nearly fucked the skin off her pussy slabs. The girl's name was Heather. Cissy, who was tied up next to her, had managed to learn that much from her.
Brian and Billy stood flanking the stone fireplace, Brian on the side nearest Faith, Billy on the far side. The two boys stood with their arms stretched upward, pulled up tight by ropes that had been tied around their wrists and then looped over the ceiling rafters. As before, when he'd been hung against the bars by Deputy Wallace, Brian displayed an erection, his big meaty cock pounding the air, his face sick with apparent embarrassment. Billy's cock, too, displayed excitement, half-erect, a big dangling slab of cockmeat.
Faith found herself salivating as she watched the twitching cocks of the two boys. A few drops of hot fuck juice trickled out of her cunt and down over her exposed ass. She'd never been more embarrassed. Suppose one of the Riders notices my cunt leaking? she panicked. She shut her eyes, unable to bear the thought.
Suddenly, Cissy shrieked: "Damn it, stop looking at me like that! I can't stand it anymore! Let us go! Please?" Her voice started out strong and demanding, then weakened and became pleading.
The Riders looked over at her and suddenly burst into hyena-like chuckles.
"Looks like we got one with spunk," Ripper said. "I like 'em with spunk."
"Me too," the kid said. "Especially when they've got a tight asshole. Damn, I shoved my prick up her ass in that restaurant, and it sucked me off like mad!"
"You filthy bastard!" Billy shouted, fighting the ropes that had him nearly hanging by his wrists. "You pig!"
Everybody stared at him. Gib slowly got up from the table, picking up the hunting knife with which he'd been slicing the ham and beef. He sauntered over to Billy, smiling crazily. He grabbed Billy's cock and plastered it up against his belly. Then he moved the tip of the knife close to the backside of the boy's cockhead.
"Now, let me see," Gib said. "If I'm careful, I can slice your cock directly in half like a banana for a split. Then I can continue down through the center of the sac and watch the balls fall out." He eased his nose up close to Billy's nose. "Now, what did you say there, stud?"
"Nothing," Billy whimpered. "Nothing."
"I didn't think so," Gib said. He grabbed Billy's balls and squeezed.
Billy gasped, sweat dripping off his nose.
Gib walked away, giggling to himself. Bear and Ripper giggled with him. Ripper yanked on his cock, which had suddenly mushroomed to a full erection.
Faith felt her eyes widen. Ripper's cock was the largest cock of any of those in the room. It looked at least nine inches long, maybe longer. And it was thick, with a knob on the end that looked as big as a fist. She wondered if he had gotten his name due to the size of his cock. She shuddered to imagine it fucking between her legs and up into her cunt. His cock was a ripper if she'd ever seen one.
"I'm gonna fuck that hot bitch again," Gib announced, strutting toward Cissy, his cock wagging, a thick tear of pre-cum flicking off and gluing itself to the floor.
Ripper stood up, his cock jutting out of his muscular loins like a billy club. "My turn, you horny bastard. You fucked her once. My turn now."
Gib spun around, glaring at the tall man.
The two males stood facing each other like two gunfighters, their erect cocks aiming at each other and throbbing menacingly. Faith half-expected to hear an explosion from their two cocks and to see both of them clutch their abdomens and crash to the floor in a cloud of smoke.
Ripper returned Gib's glare with a superior smile. "Now, fetch her over to the fireplace and lay her out for me."
Gib's shoulders, which had been raised in defiance, slowly relaxed. "Yes, sir, you donkey-cocked bastard," Gib said, saluting. "If you wasn't so goddamned big, I'd lay you out."
"But you ain't," Ripper said, still smiling. "So get your itchy ass moving before I kick it."
Gib untied Cissy and dragged her by the hair over to the fireplace where he dropped her in a moaning heap at Ripper's feet. Ripper rolled her over onto her back with an enormous muscular foot. Then he smiled at Billy, who was bound no more than a few feet away.
"I'm gonna fuck your girlfriend, loudmouth," Ripper said. "And you're gonna watch. I'm gonna ream her cunt out so wide that even that big prick of yours ain't gonna stretch her pussy any further. She's gonna have such a loose hole that you're gonna have to shove your leg up her cunt to make her come." He pinched Billy's chin between his-thumb and forefinger. "Now, what do you have to say?"
All the muscles in Billy's body strained, quivering visibly. He chewed his lips.
Ripper released Billy's chin. "I didn't think you'd have much to say. Smart boy. You're learning."
Ripper nudged Cissy's tits with his toes. Cissy had small tits, but they stood up like perfect cones. He caught her nipples between his toes and massaged them. She squirmed, her mouth gaping as she moaned. He shoved his toes into her mouth.
"Suck them dirty toes, little bitch," Ripper said. "Suck them big dirty toes like they was cocks."
Cissy, her fearful eyes gazing up at the big man, sucked on his toes as if they were candy canes. She sucked all the toes of his right foot, her pink little tongue darting in and out between them. Then she sucked all the toes of his left foot.
Ripper watched her, his hands on his hips, his heavy prick throbbing and flicking pre-cum onto her naked body. Even from across the cabin, Faith could see the big gaping piss-slit of Ripper's cock bubbling out the jizz.
The cabin had gone silent except for the crackling of the fire, and all eyes fell on Cissy as she sucked Ripper's toes with loud smacking sounds. It almost seemed that she was enjoying it. As she ate the man's toes, she shimmied her smooth legs together, her own toes wriggling.
Unbelievably, Faith found herself envying Cissy. She'd never sucked toes, and now, watching Cissy, she discovered that Ripper's large muscular feet turned her on. She thought his toes were sexy.
Ripper popped his foot out of Cissy's mouth. He stepped between her legs, forcing them wide apart, then twisted the ball of his foot against her spread cunt. She moaned, suddenly humping her slippery pussy at his foot. He shoved his big toe inside her cunt.
"Jesus, she's got a hot cunt!" Ripper said. "Oh, Jesus!" His big hand slid up and down the shaft of his flexing cock.
Gib started pacing around, his cock in his pumping hand, his big balls flapping. "Goddamn, Ripper! Fuck the bitch! Then let me fuck her!"
Ripper, his face the color of his throbbing cockhead, slipped his toe out of Cissy's cunt. Suddenly, he lunged across the room at Faith.
"Eat the cuntjuice off, hot baby!" he said, lifting his dripping big toe to Faith's lips. His toenail gouged her upper lip as he jammed his big toe into her mouth.
Faith sucked, tasting Ripper's toe, tasting the salty-sweet fuck juice from Cissy's cunt. In all her life, she had never tasted another cunt. Now, eating Cissy's cunt juice off Ripper's toe, she discovered that the girl's cunt lube tasted just like her own. This discovery caused her cunt to contract. She sucked Ripper's toe with an aching hunger. She chewed it, wishing she could bite it off and swallow it, the same way she sometimes wished she could bite off Brian's cock when she was sucking it.
Ripper eased his toe out of her mouth, then whirled and lunged across the room like a ballet dancer. He caught Gib just about to fall between Cissy's legs, and he tossed the kid aside as if he were a plastic doll.
Gib hit the floor and rolled against the table. Ripper fell between Cissy's legs and caught his cock by the base, guiding his enormous prick-knob to her spread pussy. Then he fell on her, driving his cock into her cunt with one powerful thrust.
Faith gasped at the sight of every inch of Ripper's prick disappearing into the tender pink chamber of Cissy's cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Ripper groaned, humping immediately like a crazed bull. "Hot damn!"
Cissy whined, biting her fist, tears running out of her eyes. Her slender back arched. Her toes clawed the soles of her feet. She tore at the biker's back with her fingernails, leaving crimson trails in his skin.
Ripper crushed down on her, his muscular loins pumping mercilessly, his long cock sliding in and out of her cunt with long thrusts, his pubic bone cracking against hers.
Cissy's naked legs flailed the air. As Ripper plunged his big cock in and out of her cunt, everyone in the room watched with their mouths open. Bear leaned back in his chair, his fat feet up on the table, his prick vertical in his lap, his fat hand slipping the foreskin back and forth over the shiny purple knob of his cock.
Gib leaned against a leg of the table, beating his cock hard, then holding it tight by the base and watching it with a scowl as he held his breath. Finally, he let his breath out and began beating his cock again.
At the sides of the fucking couple, the two tied boys hung from their ropes, squirming. Brian's cock flexed up and down as if it were going to jump right off of his crotch. Even Billy's cock was jumping, although Faith could tell that he was as furious as he was aroused. She wished she could suck his cock. It might give him some comfort.
The only person in the room who wasn't watching Ripper as he ground his massive cock in and out of Cissy's quivering little cunt was Heather over in the corner. She lay stretched out on the floor now, her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling in a slow rhythm, apparently dozing.
Faith couldn't blame the girl for being disinterested. She looked as if she'd been forced to run fifty miles. She deserved the rest.
The muscles along the sides of Ripper's long spine writhed like snakes. His muscular ass contracted, and his massive balls flogged Cissy's upturned ass as his enormous prick fucked in and out of her cunt. He grunted, muttering to himself about how tight her cunt was, how good his prick felt.
Cissy whimpered, her little body jerking up and down to the pumping of Ripper's cock. Her toes seemed to have permanently clenched. Her legs hung wide, the outer sides bouncing on the wood floor. Her arms lay on the floor now. She had given in to Ripper's mauling pleasure-attack on her body. Suddenly, a throaty growling cry rose from her mouth. Her legs and arms shivered, then shivered again, then again-a rhythmic display of her orgasm.
"Yeah!" Ripper grunted. "Yeah, real nice sucking cunt!" Then, suddenly, he jerked his cock out of her spasming cunt and crawled across the room toward Faith, his dripping prick pounding his abdomen, his piss-slit gaping.
To Faith, he resembled an attacking Great Dane. Tied up as she was, with her legs splayed widely, she could do nothing to ease the force of his assault except to fall from her sitting position and onto her back. And there she lay, her legs tied wide, her torso stretched out on the hard wood floor as he fell on her, his arm-sized cock writhing hot and slippery between their bellies as he covered her lips with his hot mouth.
Ripper's enormous dripping tongue slid between Faith's lips. Suddenly it was hanging in her throat, licking her tonsils. He raised his hips, positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her cunt, and pushed.
Faith thanked the stars that she was excited, thanked the stars that her pussy was bubbling with pussy juice. Had her cunt been unexcited and dry, his prick would have torn her cuntal tissues badly. Instead, with her swollen cunt-slabs greasy with fuck juice, his already-greased cock slid into her pussy as easily as if it had been his middle finger.
Faith gasped from the stretch, feeling her cunt tissues pull tight, but instead of pain, she felt a tingling, itching, aching pleasure that caused her to whine just as Cissy had. Her arms flew up around Ripper's massive back, and she clung to him as he instantly began slicing his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, oh, oh, God!"
She'd never dreamed that the sensations of fucking could be this intense. She sank her fingernails into Ripper's back. She almost cried: Fuck me! But then she realized that Brian was watching her, and she didn't want to make it known that she was feeling pleasure from this animal fuck.
She could hardly believe it herself! She was enjoying being fucked savagely while laid out and tied up. She jerked her hips up and down, trying to get Ripper to fuck her deeper. She felt a self-destructive urge to be split in half by Ripper's pistoning cock.
"Ohhh, fuck me!" she whispered. "Do it! Ram my cunt! Ahhh, oooooooh!"
She came. Within two minutes of Ripper fucking into her, she spasmed, her cunt exploding inside. It felt like hot pins were pelting her asshole. Corkscrews of pleasure seemed to be shooting in all directions through her cunt chamber and her throbbing pussy slabs. She closed her eyes and whined, feeling the biker's hot wet tongue lapping at her face.
Shoot it, Ripper! she wanted to scream. Quick, cream me before I stop coming!
But Ripper didn't come. Instead, just as he'd done with Cissy, he yanked his bucking, dripping cock out of Faith's cunt. She groaned, feeling empty, feeling cheated, her cunt still shivering with the last spasms of orgasm. But then, before she knew what was happening, he was sitting on her tits, straddling her. His sweaty asscrack was engulfing her nipples one at a time. He moved up, straddling her face. His asscrack engulfed her nose.
"Eat my ass, baby!" he growled. "Quick, eat my shithole!"
Faith had never tasted ass. There'd been times when she'd felt the crazy desire to lick Brian's ass, but out of embarrassment, she'd never told him of her desire. Now, with Ripper's muscular asscheeks draped over her lips and nose, she had no alternative but to start licking.
Her first taste of ass left her immediately hungry for more. Her tongue probed the tight pucker of his asshole. She tasted manly sweat, tasted ass-juice. The scent of ass mucus and sweat filled her head and made her dizzy. She lapped furiously at the long furrow between his asscheeks, tasting every inch while he slid his ass back and forth on her face.
Ripper slid back, letting his bloated balls hang in Faith's eyes. "Lick around the balls," he said. "Clean 'em up. Ahhh!"
Faith didn't hesitate. Now she was licking in familiar territory. She'd always loved licking Brian's balls, had always savored the smell and taste of them. And she had always delighted in licking his ass and the areas where his ball sac met his inner thighs.
Now, she licked Ripper's hairy nuts all around, from side to side and from top to bottom. She nipped his sensitive sac-skin with her teeth. She sucked on his balls, but they were almost too big to take into her mouth without forcing them inside and injuring them-and she didn't dare injure Ripper!
Ripper shoved his ass over her nose and lips once again. "Give my asshole a slow tongue-fuck," he muttered. "Lick my ass out good."
This time, instead of merely licking out the creases of the man's asspucker, Faith pointed her tongue, stiffening it like a cock and forcing it inside his shitter.
He grunted, taking three inches of her tongue up his asshole. He began to ride her tongue. "Lick it out! Ahhh, lick my ass out! Man!"
Faith twisted her tongue, probing the secret regions of Ripper's sweaty asshole. She felt his ass quivering inside. His shitter contracted, nearly nipping off her tongue. His ass chute was hot inside-remarkably hot. Suddenly, she felt the walls of his asshole balloon and harden. It was as if he'd suddenly grown a walnut inside. He jerked up and away.
"Take it!" he gasped. "Take it now!"
Faith found Ripper's enormous cock pressed against her mouth. A few hot drops of thin, piss-like liquid squirted up her nostrils. His piss-slit was gaping so wide that she could have shoved the tip of her little finger up his cock.
Her mouth flew open, and Ripper's cockhead filled it. His cock exploded with orgasm. She choked, his thick buttery cum splashing against her tonsils. She clamped her teeth around his cock, feeling vibrations tingling through them.
Ripper's cock sank deeper into her throat, throbbing and flexing with an unbelievable strength. His thick hot cum burst down her throat again and again and again. She closed her eyes and received his salty-sweet flood of cum.
Ripper grunted with orgasm for a full minute before he eased his softening prick out of Faith's mouth and throat. Then he toppled off her and stretched out next to her on his back, his head pillowed in his clasped hands. He closed his eyes and sighed. His salami-like cock lay on his belly, half-hard and twitching.
Across the room, Gib was fighting with Bear over Cissy. Cissy was on her hands and knees, her head drooping, while Gib repeatedly tried to fuck her. But Bear kept shoving the youth off with his foot.
"You fucked her in the restaurant," Bear said, pumping his uncut cock and snapping the foreskin back and forth. "Now it's my turn." ' "Fuck you!" Gib said. "I had to wait for that hog Ripper, and now she's mine!"
He scrambled, trying to get up on Cissy's ass again, but Bear hooked him in the ribs with his stiff bare toes and sent him sprawling and clutching at his side.
"You goddamn pig!"
Bear chuckled. "Watch your mouth, punk, or I'll chisel your teeth out with a branding iron." Then he got down on his knees and mounted Cissy. He looked like a bear on a lamb.
Faith watched, fascinated, as Bear shoved his bunched fingers up Cissy's asshole. Then he placed the head of his uncut cock against the girl's partially opened asspucker.
Bear forced his greasy cockhead into Cissy's asshole. Her little body shivered as he drove his cock up her asshole, and fell forward on her back, his hairy flesh drooping all over her slender young body. She grunted a little, as if she were taking a shit, but she gave no indication that she was in pain. Instead, as he began to fuck her ass, she made moaning sounds that sounded almost ecstatic, and her sexy little ass began rotating.
Faith could hardly believe what she was seeing. Apparently, Cissy was getting pleasure out of Bear's greasy, uncut cock grinding in and out of her tiny shithole. Otherwise, why would she be gasping and moaning like that, and why would her ass be wiggling so wildly?
As Faith watched Cissy getting ass-fucked, she felt her own asshole throb with desire. She wondered whether Brian had ever secretly wanted to fuck her asshole. She wished that he had ass-fucked her, and she also wished that she had had the guts to lick out his asshole.
If I ever get out of this alive, she told herself, I'll lick Brian's ass until he comes just from my tongue-fucking, and I'll get up on my hands and knees and wiggle my ass at him until he rams his beautiful cock up my asshole. She realized that if she ever got out of this place alive, she would never again deny herself the pleasure of fucking any way she wanted, no matter how crazy her desires seemed, no matter how embarrassed she was thinking about them.
Bear's flabby gut banged Cissy's ass like a sack of flour. His big cock squished in her shitter as he reamed her out.
Faith suddenly understood why Bear's cock had slid into Cissy's ass so easily-because Cissy's asshole had already been lubricated by Gib's greasy cum. Gib had claimed that he'd shoved his prick up the girl's ass, but she hadn't believed him.
Cissy panted, driving her little ass against Bear's humping fat loins. His cock sliced in and out, dripping with Gib's cum and her ass juices. His grease-stained hands twisted her little nipples as her slender back arched. Her head snapped back, her dark hair flying.
"Eeeeeeh!" she whinnied. "Ohhhh, God!"
"Hot bitch ass!" Bear roared. "Ahhhhh!"
As Bear shot his load into the young girl's ass, his rolls of hairy fat quivered.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted. "Uh! Ahhhh!"
He suddenly threw himself on Cissy with his full weight. She fell flat as he crashed down, burying her completely under his enormous body.
All Faith could see of Cissy were her two smooth legs sticking out between Bear's legs. The girl apparently hadn't been crushed to death; her pink toes were still curling and crossing as if she were in the throes of ecstasy.
Gib jumped up and kicked Bear's ass. "Get off her now, damn you, Bear! Get off her now, damn you!"
Bear turned his face up. It was beet-red. "Go find your own bitch, runt! I ain't about to rush my pleasure just for your hot cock. I'm just gonna lay here and let my prick twitch in this slut's asshole until I have a powerful urge to roll off her, and that ain't likely to be soon."
Gib growled like a mad dog. He appeared to dance in one place for a moment, then grabbed one of the chairs off the floor by the legs, lifted it over his head, and smashed it over the top of the heavy wooden table. The chair exploded into many pieces.
"Goddamn!" Gib swore as he dropped the legs of the disintegrated chair. And then he spun around and stared straight at Faith as if seeing her for the first time.
His tight face broke into a malicious grin. Grabbing up a handful of pig fat from the ham now rolling on the floor, he straightened up and swaggered toward her, his eyes wobbling drunkenly, his big cock wagging from side to side.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Faith kept her eyes on Gib's dangling gold earring while he untied her. She let the hypnotic dangling of the earring calm her throbbing heart, her whirling mind. A sense of fear and excitement had her trembling. She couldn't have spoken even if she'd tried. Her throat was so dry she could hardly swallow.
As her legs came loose from their widespread position, she rubbed her inner thighs, which ached from the overstretching they'd received. Gib grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over as easily as if she were an infant. He was amazingly strong for being such a short kid. Then he yanked her up onto her hands and knees.
"Man oh man!" he muttered. "Hot stuff! Mmm, baby!"
Faith shivered when Gib suddenly spread her asscheeks and plunged his open mouth between them, his teeth biting into the sensitive flesh up and down her asscrack. Then he caught her asspucker between his teeth, tugging at it, chewing on it. His tongue slid into her ass like a warm eel.
Faith's ass wiggled spontaneously, trying to suck more of his wriggling tongue up inside her shitter. Her asshole throbbed, tingled, itched. He had set it on fire with his tongue and teeth.
Fuck me! Faith wanted to cry out. Fuck my ass! Shove your big hot prick up my shitter! But she couldn't say such things with Brian and all the others watching her. Instead, all she could do was bite her lower lip and moan. She didn't have to wait long, however, for Gib to do to her what she desired. Suddenly, he stopped eating out her asshole and began to grease it with the gob of ham fat.
He greased her entire asscrack. He worked the warm and half-melted fat up her asshole with his fingers. She held her breath to keep from groaning with pleasure. She couldn't let Brian know that she was enjoying this; it would be too cruel.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Gib greasing his long thick cock. His sweaty prick dripped pre-cum from its gaping piss-slit. His prick-knob resembled a shiny apple. His hard cockshaft gleamed, gnarled around with veins and dripping with ham fat.
Faith's asshole contracted. She almost screamed, she was so hot to feel his big greasy cock fucking inside her ass. She was so horny now that she had to express her frustration somehow, so she said just the opposite of what she meant.
"Leave her alone!" Brian commanded from across the room. "Please leave her alone!"
Gib turned toward Brian. "Shut your goddamn mouth, or I'll shove my arm up her ass! And when I get done doing that, I'll shove my leg up your ass!"
Faith watched Brian bite his lip and lower his head. For a moment, she felt more compassionate than horny, but then she saw Gib drop the gob of ham fat and aim his jerking cock at her asshole, and her body trembled through and through with desire. She arched her back, giving the biker the best possible view of her ass as he mounted her.
His cockhead pulsated like a glowing coal against her asspucker. He clung to her hips with his slippery hands as he shoved with his hips. She felt her asspucker begin to open, felt his big hot cock-knob sliding into her shitter. For a moment, she screamed silently, her mouth and eyes gaping.
Her asspucker was stretched as it had never been stretched before. She imagined the rubbery, elastic tissues of her asschute splitting from the stretch. But then his cock slipped inside her ass, his slippery prick-knob reaming out the tight chamber.
Faith let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. It felt so good-Gib's big cock stuffing her asshole to near bursting, his hunk of cockmeat throbbing inside her ass to the hilt. She could feel his wiry pubic hairs tickling her asscrack. Her asshole swirled with hot thrills. Cunt juice dribbled out of her pussy and trickled down her inner thighs like warm honey.
Gib began to fuck. Faith's eyes rolled back from the hot pleasure of his greased cock sliding in and out of her asshole. She arched her back and tossed her head. She felt her eyes roll back. It felt so good-so fucking good!
Gib paddled her ass as he fucked her. "Oh, her ass is tight, so fucking tight! Oh, yeah, man, tighter than that other bitch! Ahhh!"
He dug his claws into her gyrating ass and hammered his cock in and out. His hard loins jolted her ass each time he thrust his cock in, and her teeth clicked together.
Faith's tits flapped underneath her. She sucked in her gut, arched her back, and humped her ass hard. She loved the way Gib slammed her with his muscular belly, loved the vibrations in her bones each time he fucked her.
She and Brian had never fucked this hard. She'd never imagined fucking this hard. She decided that if she and Brian ever got out of there alive, she was going to let him fuck her as hard and fast and deep as he wanted to. She knew that he held back sometimes because he was afraid that he'd hurt her.
Fuck meee! she screamed in her mind. Deeper! Harder! Fuck meeee!
She screamed for real when Ripper reached over and pinched her hanging tit. He'd been lying next to her so quietly that she'd forgotten about him. He pulled at her nipple, stretching it like a rubberband.
"Climb over me, bitch baby," Ripper said. "Gib, you horny bastard, let me have some of that meat too."
Gib cursed, but he suddenly yanked his cock out of Faith's ass. She gasped, feeling air rush up her open asshole before the pucker tightened shut. Gib yanked her by the hair until she was straddling Ripper's loins.
Ripper's enormous cock was as hard again as a lead pipe. As Gib raised Faith up by the hair, the big man bent his arm-long cock up to vertical, tickling the greasy slabs of her cunt with his cockhead. Then the younger biker released her hair, and she suddenly found herself sliding down Ripper's cock, her cunt swallowing up his prickmeat easily until she felt his hot cockhead throbbing deep in her cunt.
Ripper reached up, pinched her tits, and drew her down on top of him. Then Gib climb-ed on her ass once more, and she realized what was happening.
She tensed. "Noooo!" She was stuffed so full of cock already that she knew she'd never be able to take Gib's cock up her ass at the same time. She trembled so hard, she couldn't even resist; she couldn't even utter a decent protest.
Gib slipped his cock up her ass.
When she realized what had happened, she had a sudden fit of giggling. She felt stuffed. She felt stretched out, unbelievably stretched out. But she felt no pain. Instead, she felt numb inside. She lay between the two sweaty men, panting and giggling.
Ripper began to rock his hips and Gib began to hump. Their two enormous cocks began to fuck in and out of her ass and cunt. In an instant, as if somebody had pressed a button, the numbness in her fuckholes flared up into a fire of pleasure. The pleasure shot up her spine, shot down her legs and through her toes, shot through her arms and fingers. Even her tongue vibrated with the tingles zipping through it. She wriggled, her body slippery between the hot sweaty bodies of the two grunting men.
This was almost more than she could stand. She'd never been sexually stimulated like this before. Two cocks stuffed inside her-a big prick up her asshole, an enormous cock up her cunt. Two hot bodies sandwiched her-sweaty bodies-with the dizzying musky scent of cum rising from them.
Her ass was being scoured by the grinding loins and hairy groin of a wild grunting boy, her tits were being squashed and her nipples rubbed by the flexing hot chest of one of the biggest, most muscular men she'd ever seen. If she felt any more stimulation, she knew she'd go crazy.
"Suck my cock, you horny little bitch!"
Faith gazed up to see the big red cockhead of the hairy fat cyclist. Bear worked the foreskin back and forth on his cock, hypnotizing her with it. He kneeled, almost straddling Ripper's head while he shoved his throbbing hard cock at her mouth. His big cock smelled of cum and of Cissy's asshole, and it gleamed, all shiny and wet.
"Eat it!" Bear forced his cock into Faith's mouth.
Faith gagged, her throat suddenly stuffed with uncut steaming cock. Bear was fucking her mouth before she had a chance to relax her throat muscles. She felt his big glossy prick-head popping in and out of its foreskin as he fucked into her throat.
At last, just when she knew she was about to pass out from all her choking, her throat relaxed, and Bear's cock fucked in and out as easily as if her mouth had become a cunt.
Now she was stuffed completely with cock. The only holes she had left were her ears and her nose, and cocks wouldn't fit into those. She felt as if she'd become all cock. She and the three grunting men had melted into one heaving mass of naked flesh and hot pleasure.
She felt the thrills in every cell of her body now, and she wriggled, contracting the muscles of her cunt, sucking hard with her throat and lips. She hungered for the cum of the three men, hungered for their cum up her ass and up her cunt and down her throat. She no longer cared about anything else but the pleasure of being manhandled and fucked like this. She had never felt more desired, more lusted after, more fucked.
Oh, fuck meeee! she screamed in her mind. Faster! Harder! Deeper! Grind! Fuck! Ram! Fuck! Shoot, shoot, shoot!
Gib sank his teeth into her neck from behind. He fell on her, squirming, his loins bucking uncontrollably. His cock flexed, jumped, twisted. Cum squirted out of his cock like hot water out of a hose.
Faith felt her asshole being scalded. Gib's spit leaked down her neck as he gnawed it, grunting and groaning out his pleasure.
Ripper shot next, his enormous cock literally lifting her body as it flexed inside her cunt. She felt his prick spurt, although his climax was nowhere near as forceful or profuse as was Gib's. His cum seemed to bubble out of his cock.
As Gib and Ripper pumped their cum into Faith's loins, she felt her own orgasm shake her. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her skull. Had her mouth not been stuffed full of Bear's uncircumcised fuck-machine, she would have wailed unashamedly. Instead of whining, she sank her teeth into the hard shaft of Bear's bucking prick, sucking his cock with such force that she felt his cockhead begin to separate from its shaft.
Bear swore. "Christ!" His piss-slit gaped around the tip of her darting tongue, and his thick warm cum gushed out.
She savored the taste and smell of his jizz, then swallowed it as fast as he could shoot it. Every cell of her body seemed to contract with an orgasm of its own. She felt her legs and feet fluttering on the wood floor like the wings of a pinned butterfly. She felt cum flooding her pussy and ass, filling her mouth. A wave of orgasm churned through her flesh, and she felt herself drowning. Then she lost consciousness.
* * *
She woke up near the fireplace. She could feel heat of the fire, could hear its hiss. Her loins ached mildly, throbbing. She opened her eyes slowly, seeing everything through a blur for several seconds before she focused on the scene in the center of the room.
Gib stood, his hands filled with Cissy's brunette hair, jerking her head while he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. She kneeled, her arms dangling. Faith wondered whether she was even conscious.
Faith glanced around the cabin. Heather, the girl who had been there with Ripper when the rest of them had arrived, still lay dozing in the corner, chained to the wall. To Faith's right stood Billy, still tied up on one side of the fireplace, his cock erect and throbbing.
She glanced up behind her and to her left to find Brian. He still stood like Billy, his arms tied by the wrists over his head, his cock standing up nearly vertical, his balls rolling in their smooth pink sac. He gazed at her as if something had snapped in his head. He looked crazy, pleading.
"Are you all right?" she whispered to him.
"I can't stand much more of this," he whispered. "My balls-oh, Christ they hurt! My prick's gonna split in half!" He groaned like a helpless animal.
"What are you two jawing about?" Bear called from across the cabin.
He lay on some cushions that had been pulled off the old couch in the corner opposite the girl. The couch looked like it concealed a hideaway bed. Ripper lay nearby on a sleeping bag, apparently dozing.
Faith had thought that Bear was dozing too, but if he had been, he dozed with one ear open, and probably with one eye open, because he'd caught her and Brian whispering from all the way across the room.
Faith smiled at him and shrugged.
Bear raised up onto one elbow. "Don't wise-ass me, bitch. No more talking-hear? Hey, you, get over there by Gib and that other bitch, and eat that bitch out while she's blowing Gib. Hear me? Get over there and lick the fuck-juice out of that bitch's shithole. Move it now-hear me?"
Faith crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the room, wincing at the ache in her loins and in the muscles of her inner thighs. Being tied with her legs spread so wide, and being fucked simultaneously by two monstrous cocks, had stretched muscles she'd never used-at least she'd never used them that strenuously-and now she felt sore.
"Get that tongue out and lick," Bear growled. "Lick that slut's itchy bitch ass!"
Faith had never licked another girl's cunt or ass before. Out of all the sins that her father raved about, this was the sin he condemned above all others. She had always wondered what it would be like to fuck with another girl, but she hadn't dared try it out of fear and guilt. But right now, she had no choice.
As Cissy knelt there, Gib's big cock plunging in and out of her mouth, Faith, leaning forward on hands and knees, shoved her nose between her asscheeks. The girl's asspucker nipped at the tip of her nose.
"Eat that ass!" Bear commanded. "Lick it out!"
"Suck my cock!" Gib growled at Cissy. "Yeahhh!"
Faith could feel vibrations in Cissy's asshole as she eased her tongue inside it. The young girl's asspucker, although stretched only a short time ago by Bear's thick fuck-tool, tightened around Faith's plunging tongue as if it hadn't been fucked at all.
But Cissy surely had been ass-fucked-the jism Faith was sucking out of her shitter was proof. Bear's jism and Gib's jism. Faith found it exciting to be sucking cum out of the brunette's asshole. She chewed on her twitching shitter as she plunged her tongue in and out and sucked. Cissy began to wiggle her ass and to coo.
Faith couldn't believe how exciting this was.
Her cunt slabs puffed up and began to prickle and pulsate. Hot fuck juice oozed out of her pussy, and a hot rivulet trickled down her leg. Her cunt was responding to her ass-sucking in the same way that it responded to her sucking of Brian's cock.
She squeezed and shimmied her legs together, her entire ass and crotch throbbing suddenly with renewed lust. Getting between Cissy's legs, she sat back on her heels so she could use her hands to separate the girl's asscheeks and to massage her cunt.
As she reached between Cissy's legs, Faith found her hands bathed in the hot fuck juices dribbling out of the girl's cunt. Cissy's ass bucked and gyrated as if it were being fucked by a hot slippery cock.
Faith forced Cissy's asscheeks wide. She lapped up and down her pink asscrack, tasting every moist inch of it. Then she shoved her face down between her legs and licked the sweet cunt juices streaming down her inner thighs.
Cissy's cunt cream tasted like pungent honey-tart, musky, sweet. Faith shoved her face into the teen's pussy and began to lick and chew and suck at her pulsating cunt slabs. Cunt-hairs caught between her teeth. She pressed Cissy's pussy slabs apart with her thumbs and opened up her cunt so she could shove her tongue deep inside.
The girl's cunt bubbled inside, seethed, quivered. Delightful! So exciting! For a moment, Faith wished that she were a guy so she could shove a prick into the hot juicy depths of such a sweet, churning pussy. It must feel heavenly for guys, she thought, and she twirled and plunged her tongue as fast and as hard as she could, pretending that her tongue was a cock.
Cissy squealed around Gib's throat-fucking cock. Her ass seemed to become red-hot, her cunt slabs seemed to flap. Juices sprayed out of her cunt.
Faith imagined that Cissy's cunt had become an enormous gaping, sucking mouth. She felt the orgasmic vibrations in the girl's cunt pass into her own skull.
Gib came next, but he didn't come in the expected way. Instead of shooting his cum down Cissy's throat, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, stood back away from the two girls, and spurted his jism onto their naked bodies. Faith felt his hot jizz-wads pelting her like warm rain. She pulled her dripping face away from Cissy's crotch and let her mouth gape.
Gib stepped closer and shot a few cum-wads into her mouth before his orgasm subsided, and he milked the last drops of jism out of his softening cock.
Faith, out of her mind now with lust, not caring any more who was watching, crawled up Gib's legs, her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out and salivating, and sucked Gib's big rubbery prick into her mouth. She licked his cockhead, probed his piss-slit with the tip of her tongue, sucked gently, hoping to get just a few more drops of warm cum out of his cock. He watched her for half a minute, then pushed her away.
"Get away, you vampire bitch! What you trying to do, suck my balls off?"
Across the room, Bear guffawed. "You're learning, Gib. Feed them bitches more than they deserve, and you'll end up ballless and crawling. You better take yourself a rest, boy. We gotta split early, at the first sign of daylight, and we got a lot to do before we leave-take care of these wise-ass high school punks, for one."
"What we gonna do with 'em?" Gib asked. "I say we tie the chicks over the backs of our bikes and take 'em along. They all got a lot of fuck left in 'em."
Bear chuckled. "Now, that's one of the better ideas you've come up with, boy. Maybe you ain't so dumb as me and Ripper thought you was. Maybe you'll make a Rider yet. Ain't that right, Ripper?"
"Maybe," Ripper said. He sat up and stretched. He hadn't been as sound asleep as Faith had thought he was. "And what oughta we do with the bucks? Tell me that, Gib?"
Gib looked at Brian and Billy, thinking. A leer came over his face. "Skin 'em and roast 'em over the fire for breakfast."
Bear and Ripper guffawed, holding their guts.
At last, Ripper said: "Maybe that's a good idea. We'll see."
Brian and Billy glanced at each other, then lowered their heads as if resigned to their deaths in the morning. Faith sat there with her mouth open, unable to believe that the Riders would actually do what Gib had suggested. It's all a joke, she told herself. They wouldn't dare kill anybody. They just wouldn't dare.
Gib marched over to the fireplace and snatched an iron rod off the floor near Brian's feet. "Let's brand the chicks now," he said, and he plunged the end of the rod into the sputtering coals.
"In the morning," Ripper said. "I ain't got the strength to go through with the branding ceremonies tonight."
"Me neither," Bear said. "Pull that rod outa there, Gib. We'll brand 'em in the morning."
Gib stared into the fire as if hypnotized, rotating the brand end of the rod in the yellow and blue flames. "I'll brand 'em myself," he muttered.
Ripper stood up, his heavy prick swinging. "Boy, you do like Bear says, or I'll jam that hissing brand up your asshole."
Gib yanked the brand out of the fire. He swung toward Ripper and stood up, aiming the glowing R of the brand at the tall man. His rib-cage heaved. He glared at Ripper for a long moment, then tossed the brand onto the stone apron of the fireplace.
Faith winced at the crash of metal against stone. She watched the glowing brand pulsate for a moment, then watched it flicker out. She let out her breath, aware that her heart was banging inside her chest.
"Good boy," Ripper said. "Besides, you'll enjoy the branding more when your balls fill up. Shit, boy, you're all fucked out. Admit it. Your cock's hanging like a nylon sock full of sand. You believe this, Bear? The kid's got a soft cock."
Bear shook his head. "First time I ever seen his prick like that. You sure he ain't dead?"
Ripper turned back to Gib, grinning. "Tomorrow morning, when your balls is busting with fresh jizzy, and when you shove that hot cock of yours up one of these chicks' pussies while she's screaming under the brand-why, then you'll be thanking me for making you wait."
Gib smiled, squeezing his cock, a faraway look in his eyes. When he snapped out of his musing, he said: "I suppose we oughta tie up these two bitches, then."
"Lock 'em in the shed out back," Ripper said. "No way they're gonna bust outa that place. All of 'em-lock 'em up out back. That way, you won't be mounting the bitches all night long and keeping me and Bear here awake. Besides, I don't like them two bucks watching me while I'm sleeping. Makes me nervous."
"All right," Gib said. "But you two lazy asses are gonna help me."
"Come on, Bear," Ripper said. "Let's give hot-nuts a hand."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Faith was shivering. Even in Brian's arms, she was shivering. She wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing it lovingly. Out there in the blackness, out there in the mildewy dampness of the old shed, Brian's cock was the only warm object around. It pulsated in her hand, half-hard. She stroked his prick, hungry for a drink of hot cum to warm her up.
Brian stopped her hand. "Don't. We don't have time for that now, as much as I'd like it. Christ, my balls ache like they've both been hit with a hammer. Sorry I got so excited watching you and Cissy get fucked by those three apes, but I just couldn't help it. As much as I tried, I just couldn't stop the feelings inside me. The old prick just got hotter and hotter. My nuts almost exploded. Christ!"
"You're not the only one," Billy said, somewhere off to Faith's left in the darkness. "Sorry, Cissy. I couldn't help getting excited either."
"That's all right, Billy," Cissy said, and Faith heard Cissy kiss him.
Faith kissed Brian on the lips. Their tongues touched, and Brian's arms tightened around her. She felt warmth growing in her body. She held Brian tighter, beginning to rub her belly against his hardening cock. But he broke their kiss and pushed her away.
"We gotta get out of this place," he said. "Those apes are out of their minds. No telling what they might do."
"They wouldn't really do those things they said-would they?" Cissy asked.
"They just might," Brian said. "I've heard rumors about them branding girls' asses."
Faith shivered, the momentary warmth flowing out of her. "What are we going to do?"
"First off, get some light," Brian said. "I snitched a few match sticks off the table as they herded us out." He struck a match. Faith saw his face in the light of the flame. "Over there. Those old sacks. We can burn those."
Billy grabbed up a sack, and after lighting two more matches, they got a fire going in the middle of the dirt floor of the shed. Using more sacks, some cardboard boxes, and some scraps of wood, they fed the fire and made it blaze.
"There," Billy said. "Now we've got to find a way out of here before we run out of stuff to burn."
The door was barred on the outside by an inch-thick crowbar. They might dig their way out, but using their hands to scratch at the hardened dirt would take them a few days. Brian studied the shed, pushing at the walls, searching the ceiling.
He smiled. "Well, looky there."
They all looked up.
The shed had apparently at one time had an upper loft. Now the only evidence that the loft had been there was a small square almost hidden in the shadows and in the rising smoke from the fire. The square was a door!
"We're free!" Faith said. She hugged Brian and kissed him.
He pushed her away. "Not so fast. That door might be barred on the outside. And it's at least fourteen feet up to it. We don't have a ladder or a rope. I'll have to climb the wall studs like a squirrel."
Brian wasted no more time. After climbing onto Billy's shoulders to gain as much height as possible, he grabbed onto two wall studs, one in each hand, and pulled up, bracing his bare feet against the wall and digging in with his toes. Every muscle of his body strained as he struggled up the wall an inch at a time.
Faith strained with him, holding her breath. The bones looked like they would pop through the skin of his hands, he was clamping the studs so tightly between his thumbs and fingers. She watched his heavy balls dangle between his legs. She saw his cock swinging. Even while she watched him fighting for their very lives, she couldn't help feeling lust for him. He was beautiful-the most beautiful young man she had ever seen. He reached the door and braced his head against it. He pushed. It wouldn't give.
"Goddamn!" he grunted through clenched teeth, straining to push open the door with his head until Faith thought for sure he would lose his grip and come hurtling down through the smoky air. He leaned back, then smashed his head at the door, snarling. "Goddamn!"
It sounded like an explosion, and all three girls let out small screams, then cut them off abruptly. Faith imagined that Brian's brains had exploded out all over the place. She looked up to see the night glaring in at them through a square black hole. Brian clung to the bottom edge of the hole, his head wobbling.
After what seemed like minutes, Brian hauled himself up and swung out through the hole. The last Faith saw of him was his fingers clinging to the bottom of the door frame. Then he let go, and they heard a thud outside.
The four of them stood, pressing against the door, listening for Brian, listening for the Riders, who might have heard their commotion. After what seemed like several more minutes, they heard the crowbar being lifted. The door swung open, and Brian, wobbly but grinning, let them out. He had a large purple bump on his forehead.
Faith kissed him, as did Cissy and Heather.
After that, they moved quickly. Cissy let the air out of the tires of Ripper's motorcycle, the only motorcycle on the ground. The other two motorcycles still stood in the bed of the truck. Bear and Gib had decided to wait until morning to haul out the planks and to ride them off the pickup bed.
Billy reached under the hood of his truck and found the hidden spare key for the ignition. Meanwhile, Faith and Heather, up in the truck bed, let the air out of the motorcycle tires up there while Brian stood watch, a board in his hand. All was ready.
Billy and the three girls climbed into the front seat of the truck. Brian, still as naked as were the other four of them, remained in the bed to roll the two motorcycles off the end of the tailgate. Faith watched him through the rear window of the pickup cab. Brian gave the signal that he was ready.
"Go!" Faith said.
Billy twisted the ignition key and pushed on the accelerator pedal. The truck engine roared to life. In back, Brian strained, forcing one motorcycle off the tailgate as Billy flicked on the headlights of the pickup and drove it in a wide circle to get it turned around. They steam-rolled shrubs and small saplings that stood in their way. Luckily, they encountered no mature trees.
Faith saw the door of the cabin burst open. The three Riders, as naked and ugly and angry as three trolls, rushed out bellowing. Bear tripped over his tumbled motorcycle, crashing down. Ripper jumped on his bike and tried frantically to start it.
"Hurry!" Faith yelled. "Oh, God!"
As Billy spun the tires in muck, as the truck gained traction and eased away, Faith saw Gib leap onto the tailgate. Brian smashed him in the head with a paint can, and Gib toppled off backward.
The truck gained speed. Behind them, Ripper's cycle roared, and Faith saw him loom up out of the mist, his motorcycle sliding all over as he tried to maneuver it on flat tires. Brian, fighting for balance, leaned into the motorcycle still on the truck bed. The cycle moved. Brian threw all his weight into it. The cycle crashed off the tailgate twenty feet in front of Ripper's roaring cycle. Faith closed her eyes, screwing up her face, as Ripper collided with the cycle that had tumbled into his path.
Then she screamed, and they all screamed. Brian whooped, pounding on the rear window. The pickup ground its way through the mist. Shortly they were on the highway. Speeding away. Free.
* * *
The fire in the fireplace hissed and crackled. It was building in intensity, growing hotter and hotter. Brian and Billy had heaped huge logs on it. Pine and birch. The air in the living room of the cottage was filled with the scent.
"That oughta do it," Brian said, slapping Billy on the back. "We'll still have flames come daylight."
"Hey, you two arsonists," Faith called from the couch. "Come and get your cocoa before it boils. It's hotter now than when I took it off the stove. Talk about fires! You've got a bonfire going there! Me and Cissy are about sweating to death. It's like a sauna in here."
The two boys turned around, still in full-squat position, their big pricks hanging between their legs.
"On a night like tonight, a sauna is just what we all need," Brian said. He eyed the mugs of steaming hot cocoa. "And a nice hot drink."
The two boys stood up and joined Cissy and Faith on the couch. As they all sipped their cocoa and settled back, relaxing, they rubbed their bare feet in the thick furry rug that lay in front of the couch. Pine knots exploded in the fire.
Faith had never felt warmer, more secure. The crackling and humming of the fire heated her to the marrow of her bones. The hot cocoa steamed in her belly. She stroked Brian's face, nuzzled him under the chin, petted his square chest muscles, rippled her fingers down over his smooth-skinned abdominal muscles.
His cock had gotten hard, pointing straight up in the air, the piss-slit at the tip of the purple head beginning to gap. A clear tear of pre-cum dribbled out. Faith leaned over and sucked the warm fuck-lube off, playing with the sticky little droplet in her mouth before swallowing it. His cock quivered, the veins along its shaft ballooning.
Faith sat up and kissed him. "I love you."
"I love you," he said.
On the other side of the couch, Billy and Cissy had put down their cocoa mugs and were writhing against each other as they kissed. Faith watched their tongues slide in and out of each other's mouth. Billy's cock, hard and aimed straight up, flopped around like a fish out of water, slapping his tight belly.
"Hey, you two," Faith said, watching Cissy and Billy break their clinch and grin at her, their faces slushed. "Before we all lose our heads here-did anybody give Heather her cocoa?"
"I tried to," Cisssy said, "but she just wanted to sleep. I tucked her in. She's got the only bed in this place, so I guess we'll have to all sleep out here."
"Who wants to sleep?" Billy said. "I've got other things in mind."
Cissy pinched his ball sac playfully. "Sex maniac!"
Billy pinched Cissy's right nipple. "Look who's talking!"
Before the two of them started wrestling, Faith cut in: "She's all right, isn't she? No need for a doctor or anything, is there?" In the rush to get to Brian's uncle's cottage and to build a fire and get warm, they hadn't had time to think about Heather.
"Naw," Cissy said. "She's just all worn out. She'll probably sleep a week, and she'll probably walk funny for awhile. I guess she got fucked by the whole gang before they took off and split up."
"God!" Faith said, trying to imagine a whole herd of Rippers or Bears or Gibs gang-raping Heather. She shivered. At the same time, the thought turned her on in a strange way.
Billy said suddenly: "So you two are going away. Where to?"
"Anywhere but Hampton," Faith said. "As far away from my father as we can get, I guess."
"Why run away?" Billy asked. "You've got rights. Get yourselves a place in Hampton. That's what I did the day I turned eighteen-moved out of my nagging parents' house, got an apartment, bought myself a few paint brushes and a few ladders-and now I'm free. Got my own profitable little business while I finish up high school. And Brian, I could use some help, if you wanna get in on it."
"I'll think about it," Brian said. "Hey, maybe we won't have to run away, Faith."
Faith hugged him. "With those crazy Riders out there on the roads, I don't think running away on foot would be wise."
"Don't mention those guys anymore," Cissy said. "Just thinking about them gives me chills. I wonder if we're safe from them here."
"I think we are," Brian said. "We're at least three miles from that cabin they were holding up in, and I think they'll probably pump up their tires and hit the highways and get as far away from this area as they can ride tonight. I'm sure they think we headed straight to the police."
They all sat in silence for a minute, staring into the fire. Then Faith felt Brian's hand on her thigh, and she placed her hand on his thigh. They began to stroke each other. Within seconds, he was sliding the side of his hand up and down her cuntslit, and she was caressing his nut sac. Then she got hold of his cock and went down on him immediately, tasting his salty, meaty, throbbing prickmeat.
"Oh, baby!" Brian moaned, and he pulled her off the couch and onto the thick rug. "Oh, Christ, I wanna taste your hot cunt!"
He lay on his side, pulling Faith's pussy toward his face. As she spread her legs, he buried his face between them and lapped at her cunt.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!"
Faith gasped. This was the first time he'd ever done more than kiss her pussy. His tongue was up inside her cunt now! She buried her head between his legs and sucked at his tender ass, sucked at that secret spot right under his balls. Then she shoved her face between his asscheeks and rubbed her nose up and down his moist, musky-smelling asscrack. How she'd longed to lick his ass, and now she was doing it!
Oh, God, Brian, I love you! she thought. Oh, you beautiful young stud! I'm gonna eat you up-eat all of you! Mmmmm!
She sucked Brian's asspucker, tasting its saltiness. She felt his shitter twitching against her lips. She licked all around the throbbing, excited little asspucker, lapping at its creases.
Brian was groaning. Faith shoved her tongue up inside his ass chute. He was hot in there, wonderfully hot and quivering. She twisted her tongue, fucked it in and out, licked deeper and deeper and deeper inside his ass. The roots of her tongue ached. She tickled the crevices of his asshole with the pointed tip of her tongue.
Brian gnawed her pussy, using his lips and teeth. He moaned as if in pain. He sucked hard and rhythmically, slithering his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Faith felt the stimulation all over her body. Even the soles of her feet tingled as if somebody were licking them. It took her seconds to realize that somebody actually was licking them. Looking down past Brian's ass, she saw Billy sprawled out on the rug, his tongue licking her feet.
She caressed his cheeks with her feet, and he grabbed them, beginning to suck on her toes, to chew on her heels, to rub his nose and tongue between her toes. His stubbly cheeks added to the sexy sensations in her sensitive feet.
"Oh, God!" Brian grunted. "Oh, shit!" And Faith realized immediatley that Cissy was doing something to his cock. Cissy had gotten her hand between.Faith and Brian and was pumping Brian's big cock as if she wanted to bring him off in the next five seconds. Faith pushed out from between Brian's thighs and pushed Cissy's hand away.
"Hey, that's my man's prick!" Faith said.
Cissy giggled, her skin flushed from head to toe. "Sorry, but I've always wanted to feel Brian's big cock. You can feel Billy's now, if you want to."
Faith wanted to. Billy gasped as she wrapped her hand around his silky-smooth, red-hot cock and then he groaned as she rotated the skin just under the backside of his cockhead with her thumb. His cock jumped, not far from orgasm. She let it go.
"Now we're even," Cissy said. "But let's not stop now-let's play some games."
Faith was ready for anything. She was hot and giddy, and she didn't care about anything except feeling good and having fun. She followed Cissy's lead, as did Brian and Billy, who seemed content to let the girls play with them in any way they wanted.
Cissy positioned the two boys on their backs on the rug, their heads aimed in opposite directions, legs scissoring legs, ass pressed to ass and balls pressed to balls. Cissy and Faith lay on their bellies on either side of the boys so they could feast on cock and balls.
Cissy bent the two cocks up until they were pressed together, the bottom side of Billy's cock pressed to the bottom side of Brian's. Then she tried to suck both cocks at once. She managed to get the two enormous cockheads into her mouth, but nothing more. Her saliva streamed down their rock-hard cockshafts, trickling down over their pressed-together balls.
Faith watched the veins twitching in their twin cockshafts, and she licked at them, feeling them flutter against the tip of her tongue. Then she began to lick and chew their pulsating prickshafts while Cissy continued to suck on their engorged cockheads.
The two boys panted, tossing their heads.
"Ohhh, wowwww!"
"Man! Shit!"
Faith sucked on their balls, pressing her nose down into the warm softness of their sweaty sacs. She felt their big nuts humming like turbines, felt them pulsate. She sucked each big egg-sized ball, fighting the urge to bite into the spongy but firm meat. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of stud-nuts.
The two boys humped, the muscles of their lean bellies dancing. Faith could almost hear the cum seething inside their balls, on the verge of shooting through their long cocks and down Cissy's throat.
"Let me have a taste of those juicy cockheads," Faith said.
Cissy groaned with disappointment, but she raised her overstretched jaws off their throbbing cock-knobs, letting their hard pricks pop out of her mouth and smack down on the boys' lean bellies like sprung mousetraps.
Giggling, Faith caught their slippery pricks and bent them back up. Their two big cocks were as hard as steel, and it took quite an effort to bend them up.
Wrapping her two hands around their fat cockshafts, Faith pressed the two pricks together again, imagining that she was holding together and about to eat a gigantic submarine sandwich. Her jaws ached as she sank her mouth over the throbbing twin cockheads. Their prickheads were so hot, they almost burned her tongue, and they pulsated wildly in her mouth.
The two boys strained upward, trying to ram their joined cocks down Faith's throat. She thought her jaws would dislocate and her head would explode. She felt vibrations from the two cocks zing through the bones of her skull. Brian and Billy came together instantly.
Faith gagged. Hot cum burst against her tonsils. Cum spurted in thick wads out of the boys' cocks and filled her mouth. Their jizz leaked out of her mouth and down their long quivering cockshafts. Cissy lapped it up with sounds of slurping and cooing. The two boys groaned out their pleasure, their willowy torsos undulating, their abdominal muscles standing out as if carved in stone.
"Mmmmm!" Faith moaned. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!"
She sucked as best she could. She wanted the two boys to know that she loved the taste of their spurting jism, that she loved the feel of their throbbing cockheads against the sensitive tissues of her mouth and tongue and throat.
"Sexy!" Cissy muttered, licking the cum off their cockshafts and pumping balls. "Mmmm, and so sweet, so good!" She munched on cockmeat and cum, smacking her lips.
When the boys had stopped pumping out their cum, when Faith was sure that the spasms shaking their cocks had subsided, she eased her mouth off their slightly softened cockheads and let their meaty pricks slap down on their bellies. She was panting, the boys were panting, and so was Cissy.
As they fell apart and relaxed, Cissy started giggling, and soon they were all laughing.
"What are we laughing at?" Faith finally asked, trying to control her giggles.
"I don't know," Cissy said, trying to catch her breath between giggles.
"It's relief," Brian said. "It's relief."
"I feel so good!" Billy said, closing his eyes and hugging himself. "Oh, wowwwww!"
They lounged in the warmth of the fire awhile, watching the flames, stroking each other at random. Faith found herself not minding at all that Cissy was paying as much attention to Brian as she was to Billy. After all, she was paying a lot of attention to Billy now, too.
Why not? Faith asked herself. Why not share as much loving and pleasure as you can? Why not fuck whoever you feel like without worrying about rules or embarrassment or possessiveness? After all, any of us might die at any moment. Who knows when we might again run into the Riders or people like them? It could happen any time. Better to loosen up and to take your pleasure and loving where you can find it while you still can.
She'd learned something about life from her encounter with the Riders, and she could tell that the others had too. They were all acting giddy and intoxicated on nothing stronger than a mugful of cocoa. No beer, no drugs, just themselves and a roaring fire. What else did any of them need?
She'd learned something invaluable from her encounter with the Riders-a new attitude about life But she'd also learned other more tangible, more concrete things from the Riders themselves. They'd introduced her to a whole array of new fucking pleasures that she'd only vaguely imagined before, and she could tell by the way Brian was acting that he'd learned some new things too, and he seemed to be dying to try them out. As they lounged there, recovering momentarily, Brian couldn't keep his tongue away from her ass or her cunt, or from Cissy's ass and cunt.
Faith combed her fingers through his golden hair. "You like sucking pussy, darling?"
Brian grinned up at her, having removed his face from between her pussy labes, where he'd been licking. "Christ, yes! You like my sucking your cunt?"
"Mmm!" Faith said. "Feels great! Did you like it when I licked your ass?"
"I almost came-that's how much I liked it."
Cissy moved over and kissed Brian on the cheek. "Mind if I have a taste, Brian? I've never licked another chick's ass before, or sucked another chick's cunt." She winked at Faith. "You seemed to enjoy it when you did it to me."
Faith felt herself flush, but she giggled away her momentary embarrassment and said:
"You're darn right I enjoyed it, and I think you'll enjoy it too!" She rose to her hands and knees to give Cissy complete freedom to get at her ass and cunt. "Lick away, honey." She wiggled her ass.
"Christ!" Billy muttered. He sat up suddenly, watching his girlfriend shove her face against Faith's dripping cunt. He held his cock and started beating it.
Brian sidled up next to Billy. "Pretty sight, isn't it?"
Billy just shook his head. "Oh, Christ!"
Faith felt Cissy's tongue lap at her cunt-slabs. She felt it slide up and down her asscrack and probe at her itchy asspucker.
"Shove it in me," Faith said. "Eat my ass out."
The words she uttered excited her as she spoke them. She'd never talked like that out loud, even though such words had always existed inside her head. Well, if they were inside her, why not let them out? Certainly, guys had such words going through their minds, so they couldn't be too shocked to hear her speak this way. She glanced at Brian. He was beating his cock and gazing at her, his tongue protruding between his lips.
"Suck my tits, you guys," she said, looking from Brian to Billy and back again to Brian. "Suck my big juicy tits while Cissy sucks out my asshole and cunt."
She thought she could hear the blood gushing through the boys' heads, the pulse throbbing in their temples, as they crawled under her, one on each side, and sucked her tits. She felt the prickles shoot through her tits. She felt them all the way down to her toes.
Cissy's tongue pumped in and out of Faith's asshole. Then she popped her tongue out and shoved her face into the girl's pussy, stretching apart her inflated cuntslabs with her fingers. Her tongue slipped inside Faith's cunt.
"Oh, yeah, eat it, suck my pussy, lick it! Faith groaned. "Suck out my hot wet pussy! Ooooh, yeah, munch on it!"
They all munched together-the two boys on Faith's tits, Cissy on her horny cunt slabs. Cissy's tongue licked deep inside Faith's cunt, and without warning, the girl's pussy and ass exploded with the itchy hot thrills of orgasm.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh! Uhhh, ahhhhhh!" She let go and cried out with pleasure as she had never dared to before. And as she cried out, her orgasm increased in intensity. "Eeeeeeeeeh!"
Cissy's teeth gnawed into her cuntslabs, adding to the electrical sensations of her orgasm. The two boys almost bit her nipples off.
"Goddamn!" Faith wailed. "Ohhh, fuck!"
When she was finished climaxing, she pushed the boys away and collapsed into the warm furriness of the rug.
Brian stroked her head. "You must have really felt that one."
"Oh, wow!" Faith muttered. "Beautiful!"
"Hey you guys," Cissy said. "Now let me eat your asses." She positioned the two boys on their backs, side by side. Then she jack-knifed their legs, telling them to hug their knees to their chests.
The two boys resembled a couple of girls presenting their spread cunts for a fuck. Their hips rose off the rug and their asses were shoved up high to give Cissy a good angle from which to lick them.
She got down like a cat about to lap milk out of a saucer. Instead of milk, however, she started licking the moisture from Brian's asscrack.
"Oh, wow!" Brian said. "This is heaven. I never thought getting my ass licked could feel so good."
Faith watched the two boys as Cissy, her pink tongue flicking like a tireless machine, lapped at their asses alternately. The boys' eyes wobbled drunkenly with pleasure. They cooed. They pumped their cocks in their tight fists.
Faith crawled up next to Cissy and joined her. While Cissy licked Brian's ass, Faith licked Billy's ass, not only lapping up and down the entire length of his pinkish-brown asscrack with its tiny bristly hairs, but sucking on his pulsating asspucker. Then she stuck her tongue inside his ass and licked out his asshole as deeply as she could.
"Shit!" Billy grunted. "Oh, shit! Wowwwww!" He clamped his eyes shut. He tossed his head.
Faith went at his balls next, licking all around them, then sucking them into her mouth one at a time. Billy, unlike Brian, had bristly hairs on his brown ball sac, and as much as Faith loved the silky smoothness of Brian's hairless pink sac, she appreciated Billy's hairiness, too. She nibbled gently on his sac-skin with her teeth.
Cissy moved back over and started sucking Billy's ass, so Faith moved out of the way. Another idea had come to her.
Faith climbed up behind Brian and started to suck on his toes. Until tonight, she'd only dared do this in her daydreams for fear that Brian would think her weird. Now she didn't care. From now on, she was going to do what she felt like doing. She loved Brian's big muscular feet. She'd always loved them, and now she was going to show him that she did.
She made love to Brian's feet, kissing them all over, licking between his toes, chewing on his heels and on the balls of his soles, sucking his toes as if trying to make them come.
Brian pumped his cock hard. "Oh, yeah! Oh, man, yeah! Feels good! Ahhh!" He twisted his head, rubbing it in the rug.
Cissy moved back to Brian, immediately slipping her tongue up his asshole.
"Hey, I'm gonna come!" Brian gasped.
Cissy fell away from him and Faith immediately stopped sucking his toes.
Brian squeezed the shaft of his cock by the base. His cockhead ballooned, its head-skin pulled as thin as cellophane, its piss-slit wide open. Faith thought his prickhead would pop right off his quivering, bulging shaft. Pre-cum leaked out. Brian held his breath, his head raised and his wide eyes focused on his cock.
His big cock jerked. A few drops of thin cloudy fuck fluid shot out and landed on his chest. He gasped, then held his breath again. His cock twitched wildly, but at last it calmed down. He released it and sighed.
"Phew! That was a close one. Give me a minute to rest, or I'll blow off the second anybody touches my prick."
Cissy and Faith looked at each other and blew out their breaths. Faith knew that Cissy was thinking the same thing that she was: Thank God! What a waste it would have been for Brian to squirt his hot load all over his belly!
Cissy reached for Billy's hand and stopped him from beating his cock, then she wrapped her arms around Faith's neck and whispered into Faith's ear.
"Let's sit on their cocks and ride them."
Faith grinned. She couldn't think of anything she'd rather do. She whispered back. "Let's take turns on each of them. Switch back and forth. Know what I mean?"
"Of course."
Faith decided to fuck Billy first. Since she'd never fucked Billy, she wanted to be sure to get the chance just in case he blew off early. As Cissy straddled Brian's loins and bent his cock up to sit on it, Faith did the same over Billy. She bent Billy's cock up, rubbed it back and forth between her throbbing pussyslabs in order to lubricate it, then nestled his cockhead into the soft wet tissue at her cunt entrance and let herself go.
His big long cock slid into her like a greased pole. She contracted her cunt muscles on the way down to give him the added pleasure of a super-tight cunt. Her ass wiggled down onto his spongy warm balls. It felt so good!
Billy's eyes bugged out. As she descended on his cock, he tensed, raising himself on his elbows, every muscle of his chest and belly tight and quivering. Now, as she rotated her ass on his balls, his cock completely inside her, he fell back, moaning and rolling his eyes. Next to him, Brian was reacting in the same way as Cissy wiggled her slippery little ass against his balls.
Faith and Cissy looked at each other. They smiled and nodded. As if they'd practiced this thousands of times before, they began to fuck the two boys' cocks in perfect rhythmic unison. Under them, the two boys began humping upward to the same fuck-rhythm.
Up and down, up and down, up and down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Cunts clamped tight around throbbing pricks. Asses bouncing against fat balls. Tits flapping, Squishing noises of juicy cunts slipping up and down around hot meaty cocks-squish, squish, squish.
Brian and Billy squirmed on the rug, heads twisting, mouths open and gasping, grunting moaning.
"Oh, God, shit!" Billy said. "I'm-I'm-" Faith shot up off his cock as if it were a knife blade. Billy's prick flopped on his belly, almost squirting. She held her breath, waiting for his cock to cool off, praying it wouldn't shoot.
Cissy wiggled off Brian's cock. "Switch," she said, caressing Faith's ass. "Make sure he's cooled off," Faith cautioned.
"Sure thing," Cissy said. "If there's one thing I know, it's my man's cock."
The two girls giggled as they mounted the boys again, this time Faith on Brian's cock, and Cissy on Billy's.
Brian smiled up at Faith. "Hi, beautiful!" He stroked her tits.
Giggling, Faith bent his cock up and sat down on it, feeling her eyes cross and her toes clench as she swallowed his fucker up her cunt. As many times as she'd felt cocks enter her pussy that night, she still almost came feeling his cock entering her fuckhole.
"Let's fuck!" Faith said. "Let's all fuck and come!"
The others voiced agreement, and they all began to fuck.
The two girls bounced up and down with complete abandon, their lithe bodies swaying sensuously as they fucked their lovers' big vertical cocks. Under them, their lovers writhed on the rug, humping upward-humping, humping, humping as the girls rode them.
"I'm almost there," Brian gasped.
"Me too," Billy announced.
"We're ready when you guys are," Faith said, speaking for Cissy, who she knew could pop off any time just as she herself could. Their arousal was intense, rhythmic, building smoothly toward orgasm.
Brian's body jerked. His cock flexed hard, quivering. He gasped. Next to Brian, Billy began to react in the same way.
"Now!" Faith gasped, contracting her cunt muscles. "All of us-now!"
Brian squirted jizz into her cunt. She felt his hot cum break the bubble of her orgasm. She cried out, shivering with goosebumps and hot flashes.
Billy whimpered like a little boy, pumping his cum into Cissy's pussy. She half-giggled, half-whined, her slim body quivering like a sprung bow.
"Let's suck these big cocks dry," Faith grunted, grasping Cissy's hand.
Together, the two girls rode their lovers' cocks until every drop of cum had been sucked out of their long piss-tubes. Then they continued fucking, sliding up and down until the two boys started moaning with renewed lust, with fresh thrills in their cocks.
"We're the real riders," Faith announced, winking at Cissy.
