(M+F, exhib, mast, prost, interr, oral, anal, nc?)
by Art Martin
Luke needs to raise money to buy roof shingles and Jake has a plan.
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Bounding down the dirt tract leading from the Quibly place, Shelly pouted, �You told him he couldn�t touch me!�
�I didn�t tell Jetter he couldn�t touch ya, I told him that he couldn�t fuck ya,� replied Jake with irritation.� �He didn�t fuck ya.� Did he?�
�No, but��
�Then quit yer belly aching, girl!� Ya know, ya might as get used to the idea of having that weird cock of his up inside ya.� Hell, I know it doesn�t look right, but it�s just a scar from when he got thrown from the back of his truck and nearly got killed.� It ain�t a canker sore or sump�n really nasty.� It�s just a scar.�
�He gives me the creeps!�
�Get over it!� He�s gonna be massaging yer cunt with that lump in a day or two!�
�Not if I can�t come up with five hundred fifty dollars,� interjected Luke.� �I don�t have that kinda money!� Where in the frigging hell am I gonna come up with that kinda money?�
�Don�t ya worry, Luke,� replied Jake smoothly. �Ole Jake�s got a plan.�
*****
Looking for a hand-me-down, Toni and Shelly rummaged through the closet of Toni�s old friend finding a short red skirt and black silk blouse.�
�Oh, yes!� These will be just fine, Megan,� said Toni to her friend.� �You don�t mind do you?�
�No, not all.� I haven�t worn either of those things for years.� Doubt if they still fit,� laughed Megan patting her bulging tummy.
�When�s it due?�
�Not soon enough,� lamented Megan.� �These past weeks have been hell!� Can�t hardly move, much less do anything.�
Toni sighed, �I sure wish I could have children.�
�Be careful what you wish for,� said her friend with a laugh.� �I wanted a kid and POW!� I got one.� Wish I had a man first.�
�Know who the father is?�
�Could be just about anyone, Jake included.�
*****
There were perhaps two-dozen pickups and a dozen motorcycles, plus a few stray SUV�s and an old 1959 Cadillac convertible parked in the gravel lot of P-Willy�s.��
Shelly got out of Jake�s truck and adjusted the short red skirt she was wearing.� A rough looking guy walked by and whistled as he got a good look at what she was wearing, black high heels, black fishnet stockings and a skintight red skirt that barely covered her ass.� The tight fitting black silk blouse completed her outfit.
Playfully pulling on the top button of her blouse and sneaking a peak, Jake said, �Ya look good, cunt!� Don�t ya think she looks great, Luke?�
Luke checked out his wife.� Her blonde hair was curled just so and the makeup she wore highlighted her blue eyes to give her a mysterious look.
�Yeah, she looks good enough to eat!� Luke said approvingly.
Jake retrieved a small knapsack full of supplies from the back of the truck and strode to the door, not waiting for either Luke or Shelly. Tenuously and with Luke�s helping hand, Shelly struggled to negotiate the rough terrain of the gravel parking lot in her high heels.
Opening the plain wooden door, Luke and Shelly were assailed with loud Country and Western music.� �Great! This my kinda place,� said Luke to his young wife.
Upon entering they saw Jake over at the bar talking to the bartender.� Luke looked about.� P�Willy�s was fairly crowed tonight with nearly all the tables taken.� At several occupied tables there were piles of money and cards.� Many more men stood near the bar, drinking and watching the various poker games going on.� Others played pool on one of the two billiard tables. At first Shelly didn�t notice, but the only women in the joint were the two harried bar maids working the tables.�
Jake signaled to them to work their way back to a vacant table set near the low bandstand.� As they walked to the vacant table, all eyes turned to the blonde bombshell who had just walked in.� Instinctively Shelly jumped when a hand suddenly grabbed the helm of her short skirt and tugged it upwards.� She quickly patted it back down, but not before a few lucky men got a view of the bottom half of her bare ass.
She had hardly sat down when Jake signaled for her to come over to the bar.� Again she ran a gauntlet of surreptitious hands patting her butt and taking other minor liberties.
�Shelly, this here�s Willy.�
�Hi,� she said demurely as Willy�s eyes bore into her chest.
Willy said nothing, but Jake added, �He owns this joint.�� Willy handed her a beer and Jake instructed, �Here, take Luke this beer and then come right back.�
She took a slightly different route back to the table, but with the same results.� �Here, Jake sent you this,� she said putting the beer down in front of her husband.� �Jake wants me to come back, so I�ll see you in few minutes.��
Shelly adjusted the too short skirt, turned and went back to the bar, wishing with each step that she had worn something underneath more than just the garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings.� She took yet a third path through the tables and was yet again groped at every opportunity.
�Willy says that he�s short on girls tonight.� Should be four girls tonight, but one�s out sick and another just plain didn�t show up. Ya can wait tables for tips,� said Jake taking a swig of cold brew.� �Beers are four bucks.� Get after it.�
Shelly looked out on the crowd.� �Well, at least it�s an honest job,� she thought.�
�Hey, cunt! One more thing,� added Jake.� �Remember what I told ya this afternoon.� Go t' each table.� Ask if anyone needs anything.� Don�t be afraid to touch a guy�s shoulder when yer talking. But, don�t let these clowns feel ya up without tipping ya.� If he gives ya big tip, rub his cock real quick-like to show yer appreciation, then move on to another table.� The idea is to tease, not please.� Got it?�
�Er, okay.� I guess I get it.��
For the next thirty minutes, Shelly made the rounds, taking orders, serving beers, getting her ass felt up, flirting and getting lots of tips.� Meanwhile, Jake joined Luke at their table, drinking beer, watching the crowd�s reaction and judging its collective mood.
When he sensed the moment was ripe, Jake signaled Shelly to come to the table.� Jake took her tip money and handed it to Luke.� From there he led her up onto the low stage where on rare occasions a band would play.� Seeing Jake and the cunt take the stage, Willy turned down the music and turned on the PA system.� On stage, Jake picked up a mike and tapped it to see if it were live.
�Testing, testing� Good evening guys!� This here cunt is Shelly!� Now, ain�t she one fine piece of ass?�
�YEAH!� roared the crowd in unison.
�Damned right.� Finest pussy in the whole damned county!�
�YEAH!� shouted the crowd of smiling men, all wondering where this was going to lead.
�Now, how many of ya would like to see her dance?�
�YEAH!� answered the now expectant men.
�How many of ya horny bastards wanna to see her dance... bare... ass... neked?�
�OOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEE!� FUCK YEAH!� YEEEEE HAAAAAW!�
�I take that as a yes.�
�FUCK YEAH!� YIP YIP YIP YIP!�
�Good.� Now it�s Saturday night and she really needs the money, otherwise she'd be home knitting, so be generous with her and she�ll give ya one hell of a show tonight.� So... tonight... for yer entertainment...�
�Take it off!� cried out a lone voice.�
�Yeah honey, take it off!� added another.
�TAKE IT OFF!� TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!� chanted the merry men as they pounded their fists into the tables.
Jake went to say something else, but Willy had already killed the PA system and had cranked up some honky-tonk music.
Shelly closed her eyes, looked down at the floor and took a deep breath.� Toni had helped her all afternoon with a routine and now it was time for her to perform.� �Oh, gawd,� she whispered to herself.� Naturally the music was different from that she had practiced with and that made all the harder, but it was the routine that mattered.� If she remembered the routine and didn�t rush things, everything would be all right.
Looking up, she flashed a broad smile and began her dance.� The first set she just danced, wiggling her butt and jiggling her tits.� Naturally the short red skirt rode up onto her thighs and whenever she turned away, the men all hooted in appreciation of the glimpse afforded them of her ripe buttocks.
When the second tune began, she was still on stage, strutting about, while undoing one button at a time of her black silk blouse, until it opened freely as she spun around.� At the end of the song, she held it closed with her hand.
The third song she knew would be the moneymaker.� As soon as the driving beat began, she slipped out of the blouse and then stepped down off the stage to dance among the tables, letting the men stuff money into her black bra and into the waistband of her skirt.� If the bill was large enough, she allowed them to stuff the money into the top of her stockings and or under her garter belt. By the end of the fourth song, the flow of tips became a trickle.
Shelly made her way back to the table to unload the largesse from her appreciative audience.� While Luke unfolded and stacked the growing pile of bills, Jake took to the stage.� He wasn�t really sure what he was going to say.� The crowd took up a chant, �TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!� Jake knew he didn�t need to say anything and put the microphone down.� To a resounding cheer, Shelly took to the stage again.
The music began and she began dancing.� This time she seductively hiked her skirt, giving the audience quick, furtive views of her bottom.� She had everyone anticipating her losing her skirt to give everyone an unobstructed view of her fine lower assets.� Instead she turned away, and in an instant had unfastened her bra.� A thunderous roar of approval rocked the rafters as the black bra fell to the stage floor.
Again she went out among the tables, to be fondled and tipped.� She flinched every time some jerk pulled on a nipple ring, but bravely she kept a smile on her face and collected even more money than the first time.� It took four songs for her to make it around to every table.� By that time every guy in the place, including Willy, had felt her up.� After each song she made it back to the table to unload her tips.
For her final dance, she made her way up onto a table in the center of the barroom.� She unzipped her skirt and was planning to tease, but someone reached up and yanked it down off her hips.� Again the crowd hooted and shouted, as she now wore only her shoes, stocking and garter belt.� Jake had forbidden her to wear any panties tonight, not even a thong, so her cunt and ass were now barred for all to see.� She shimmed down low to accept tips, tips that were now shoved up between her butt cheeks and stuck up into her pussy slit.
Jake hovered nearby and before she dismounted the first table, she pulled the sweaty bills from her cracks and handed the to him.� Then she mounted the next table and danced for the men who all groped her before depositing their money in her snatch or between her buttocks. Eventually she made it to every table and at every table she collected generous tips.
When the honky-tonk music ended and the country songs began, Shelly was hot, sweaty and exhausted.� Joining her husband at the table, she thankfully guzzled half a beer.� She didn�t get to rest too long before Jake took to the stage and the music stopped.�
�Testing, testing��� Everyone looked to the stage to see what was coming.� �She�s one fine cunt, eh guys?�
�YEAH!� answered the crowd.
�One hell of body!� Pretty too!�
�YEAH!�
�One thing though� But, tell ya what� I�ll let ya�ll be the judge.� Shelly.� Shelly, honey� Yeah you, cunt!� Get yer ass up here, darling!��
Shelly mounted the stage, still in her state of undress.� The men applauded and whooped it up.� Standing about, she suddenly felt very self-conscious about the circumstances of her exposure.� Dancing was one thing, but just standing about while a crowd of leering, strange men gawked and hooted at her was another matter altogether.� Never mind that every man in the place had already had their hands all over her.
�Ya see this,� said Jake running his hand through the sparse curly blonde hair of her bush.� �What ya think?� Ya think she looks good as she is, or do ya think she needs a shave?�
�YEAH!� SHAVED!� SHAVED! SHAVED!� went the rowdy chant.�
For Shelly, this was totally unexpected.� Her pretty face turned a bright red.�
�Lookit that, boys!� She�s blushing!� Well, Shelly,� said Jake as he lewdy fingered her sex, �I think these boys wanna see that sweet cunt of yers shaved.�
�YEAH! SHAVED!� SHAVED! SHAVED!�
Jake picked up his knapsack and pulled out a small towel, a can of shaving cream and a safety razor.� �I�ve been wanting to shave this cunt all week,� said Jake into the mike.� �Ya can be glad I didn�t, cause now, one of ya lucky guys will get to do it.� Do I hear a starting bid of twenty bucks?�
�Twenty!� shouted a man.
�Twenty five!� said another.
�Forty� topped another.
�Forty five!�
�Oh, did I tell ya?� When yer finished, ya get to lick it.�
�Sixty!�
�Sixty five!�
�One hundred!�
��I hear one hundred for the privilege of shaving her sweet cunt and licking her clean.� Do I hear, one-twenty? One-ten?� One-oh-five?� Going for one hundred.� Going, going, gone!� Sold to the gentleman in the black Harley shirt!��
Jake put down the microphone and directed Luke to bring the table up onto the stage.� The biker who out bid everyone else made his way to Jake and handed him five twenties.� Jake directed Shelly to sit up on the table, face the crowd and spread her legs.� �Ain�t that a nice pussy, boys?�
�YEAH!�
Jake handed the pony-tailed dude the supplies he needed, plus a beer for the final rinse.
Propped up on her hands, Shelly watched as the dude ran his hands over her genitals and massaged a finger up her snatch. His finger slid over her button and she gasped.� Looking out into the crowd, she saw the bar maids scurrying to fill their orders while card games renewed.� She couldn�t figure out why so many men had suddenly lost interest.� Then she realized that with the guy working between her splayed legs, no one could really see anything.� She felt her pleasure building as he continued to diddle her clit.� Suddenly, just as she was ramping up for a cum, he stopped, picked up the shaving cream and squirted a foamy mound onto her pubis and between her legs.�� Shelly let her head fall back as he rubbed the shaving cream into her skin and between her legs.
�Now ya be real careful,� admonished Jake as the dude picked up the razor.� �And be sure to get it all.�
Carefully the dude began removing her pubic hair, shaving her with as much care as he would give his own face, except taking much more time to do it.� First he did her mons, then her vulva, pulling each lip taut so that every hair was cut flush with the skin.�
Finishing his task, he picked up the towel.
�Be sure and get her butt crack too,� instructed Jake as he lifted her legs.� Shelly lay back while Jake pulled her legs back.� She looked back to see Luke take her ankles and spread her out.� Jake then spread her ass cheeks with his hands, giving the dude complete access to the recesses of her valley.�
The dude took his time and did a through job of it.� Finally he splashed her ass with cold beer, which naturally made her jump and wiped her clean with the hand towel.� Luke lowered his wife�s legs, handing her off to the dude between her legs.� Again she felt the cold splash of beer on her genitals and the soft cloth of the towel drying her off.
Shelly pushed herself upright onto the table.� By now a group of men had moved in for a close look at her freshly shaven snatch.
�Now ain�t that a prudy sight?� said Jake into the mike.� The men who were close enough to see all nodded their heads in agreement.� �Okay dude, why don�t check yer work out.� Make damned sure ya didn�t miss any.�
The pony-tailed biker dude looked up at her and grinned.� Then he slowly lowered his head between her splayed legs and began licking her between the thighs.� He licked her all over, including up into her butt crack, making absolutely sure that she was completely smooth and hairless. Shelly was already beginning to pant when he raked his tongue up between her labia, collecting a generous quantity of freshly secreted cunt juice on his way.
Luke saw that she had that glassy look in her eye.� It didn�t go unnoticed by the some of the other men watching her be eaten out.� Her breathing became more and more labored and her tummy rippled with delightful sensations.
�She�s cumming,� said a spectator.
�Yeah, look her tits are getting red.�
�Yeah, baby.� C�mon, cum, ya slut,� said another.
Shelly looked out and saw the leering faces.� �Oh, yesssssss!� she hissed through clenched teeth.� �Lick my cunny!� Make me cum!�� Suddenly her world imploded as a powerful orgasm tore through her ripe body.
�Yeah baby!� Cum baby!� Cum!� shouted a man.� More men suddenly gathered around to see her pumping her pussy into the dude�s mouth, squeezing his head with her thighs and shudder with decadent gratification.
When her pleasure had ebbed and her thighs once again parted, the dude pulled his soaked face from her cunt.� His face glistening and the front of his shirt was wet with cunt sauce. With a toothy grin, he turned to the crowd.
�How was that pussy?� asked Jake thrusting the mike into his face.
�Best fuckin� pussy in the world!� the dude exclaimed.�
�Here that fellas?� Ya can�t get any better than the best in the world!�� Jake paused before resuming his prattle.� �Unless yer a queer or sumptin�, I know everyone of ya horny bastards would like to fuck this girl.�
�YEAH!� YEAH!� YEAH!�
�Well, I can�t let all of ya fuck her.� She�s just nineteen ya know.� A young thang, just learning her trade.� Just last week, the only man she ever screwed was her husband.� Now she ain�t no virgin, but she�s young, fresh and tight.� I know that personally as a fact.� I also personally know that she�s the best fuck in this county.�
�Now to be fair and give everyone a fair shot at shoving yer cock in her cunt, we�re gonna have a raffle.� Winner gets to fuck her� right here� right on this here table.� Runner up gets sloppy seconds.� Ya got two chances to win!
�Now my friend Luke over here will be selling tickets.� Twenty dollars a ticket.� Three tickets fer fifty bucks.� Eight tickets fer a hundred.� We�ll have the drawing in exactly thurty minutes!�
�One other thing.� Even if ya don�t win, ya get to watch.� Only ticket holders get to see the show.� The rest of ya will be shown the door until the fucking is over.� So, get yer tickets boys and grab a beer!�
A great hub-hub went up as the patrons jostled to buy the raffle tickets.� Within twenty minutes, every man except Luke and Jake had at least one ticket and most had three.� Even Willy had three tickets, provided gratis of course.�
As instructed by Jake, Shelly sat up on the table while the raffle tickets were being sold. Men gathered around the table to get a close up look at her newly shaved pussy and another look at her newly pierced tits.� Her old morality was still nearby and she blushed at the lewd comments the men were making.� It wasn�t that she minded them looking at her most private places, it was just that it seemed so sordid sitting there with her legs open like that.
A man stuck a ten-dollar bill under her garter belt.� She locked eyes with him as his hand slid down to the smooth mound of her mons and then over her the smooth skin of her vulva.� She let him gently rub her for a minute, then closed her legs and squirmed away, signaling the end of his ten dollars worth.
Immediately another man slipped another ten-dollar bill under the top of her stockings.� Immediately he cupped her pussy and began rubbing her.� After a minute or so, she signaled the end of his time and he yielded to the next man who repeated the process.�
The effects of the rubbing were beginning to accumulate and the third man was rewarded with wet fingers before his time was up.
By the time she had collected fifty bucks, there was a great hubbub as the men sniffed her scent from their fingers and let their friends have a whiff too.� After about fifteen minutes of having her pussy rubbed, Shelly was really getting hot and bothered.�
A man produced a twenty-dollar bill and tucked it under her garter belt.� Shelly groaned approvingly as his fingers slipped inside her.� The man freely explored her inner folds and then drove two fingers up her cunt.� At the verge of losing control, Shelly had presence of mind to close her legs, but the man produced another bill with his free hand.� She spread her legs for him as he tucked the extra five under her stocking.� As he finger fucked her cunt with two fingers, his thumb found her excited clit.� Uncontrollably Shelly hissed, �Yesssssss,� in response to what the man was doing to her.� Soon her hips were reacting with convulsive lurches, her passion climbing rapidly to that familiar pinnacle of penultimate sensation that she so craved.� Shelly fell backwards, flat on the table, her legs hiked and pointing heavenward as she mauled her own tits.� Just before her orgasm broke, she forced her eyes open so that she could see all the leering men packed around the table to watch her climax.� When the glorious wave of pleasure finally peaked, Shelly arched her back, her body went rigid and she trembled all over.
*****
Luke�s pants were absolutely bulging with cash.� Jake�s pockets were bulging too.� Luke couldn�t believe how easy it had all been.� �Ya got five minutes to buy yer tickets,� announced Jake.� �Anyone wanna another ticket?� No?� Well, no sense in wastin� time.� Willy, come over here and draw the winnin� ticket.�
Willy came around the bar.� Jake held the jar with the numbered ticket stubs high enough for everyone to see that it was an honest drawing.� Willy stirred the tickets and then selected one.
�Two six�� announced Jake.� There was an audible groan from those already eliminated.� �Five��� More disappointed groans.�� �Seven!� The winner is Two six five seven!�
�Hot damn!� cried out a man in his twenties.� �I won!� By god, I won!�� Waving the winning ticket in the air, the man, a construction worker by trade, made his way to the stage and the girl waiting for him.
�Willy, please confirm that this man does indeed have the winnin� ticket,� instructed Jake who by now was very comfortable in his role as the master of ceremonies.
Willy took the ticket and read out the numbers.� �Two� six� five� nine.�
A joyful hoot came from the back of the bar.
�What!� shouted the construction worker.� �Bull shit!�
Willy looked back at the ticket the man handed him.� �Correction!� Two�six�five�seven.� Sorry, I don�t have my glasses.� Yes, it is two� six� five� seven.�
�Aw, fuck!� came a plaintiff cry from the back.
�That�s a match!� declared Jake.�� �What�s yer name mister?�
�Uh��
�That�s okay.� Ya don�t have to give it out.� Hell, maybe yer wife�s got a spy in here,� Jake joked.
A worried look came over the man as he glanced about the room full of witnesses.� �Aw, fuck her!� he spat unbuckling his belt.� �Name�s Charlie!� he announced boldly using the first fictitious name that popped into his head.
�Okay, Charlie!� Have fun! �Now ya gotta get naked, buck naked and take yer time drilling her.� Ain�t a race, buddy, ya already won!� So take yer time and give us all good fuck show.� Now let�s see what yer made of. Go on Charlie, fuck the hell out of this slut!�
Charlie kicked off his cowboy boots and socks and stripped his shirt off revealing his tanned chest, buffed and honed by honest labor and decorated with an assortment of tattoos.� Quickly he dropped his pants and boxers and kicked them out of the way.� Like Luke, he was pasty white below the waist, a testament to his labors outdoors.� Clad only in his green and yellow �John Deere� gimme-hat, Charlie stepped between Shelly�s legs, aiming his jutting uncut cock at her glistening fuckhole.
Shelly, still buzzing from her most recent orgasm, dreamily watched the strange cock approaching her cunt.� It was a pleasant looking cock she observed, with a reddish-brown helmet-shaped head where a bead of clear pre-cum had gathered at the opening.� Ramrod straight, the stalk was crisscrossed with bluish veins. It wasn�t as large as Luke�s cock she reflected, but it certainly wasn�t as small as O�Ryan�s cock either. To Shelly it was beautiful sight to behold.� It was certainly a nice cock, a nice cock to give her pleasure.
A lustful smile spread across her face as the tip of Charlie�s cock touched her puffy labia and the slippery pleasure-slit of her needy pussy.� With only slight pressure, the perfectly shaped head, fashioned by a billion years of evolutionary design, and greased by lustful passion, flawlessly performed God�s intended purpose as it slid into the velveteen cavern of her hot vagina.
His pubes mashed into her shaven mons once he penetrated her as far as he could. Their eyes met, both blazing with wanton desire.� Shelly contracted her kegels like Toni had taught her and Charlie moaned in gratitude as she massaged his cock with her pussy.
�Fuckin� aye!� he cried out.� �Her pussy�s eatin� my dick!� Oh, yeah, baby!� That feels soooo goooood!�
Charlie eased his cock out her completely.� Shelly softly moaned, �Nooooo,� as her snatch was emptied.� �Yessss,� she whispered to her lover-of-the-moment as he re-entered her. Again and again, he slowly penetrated and slowly and completely withdrew only to re-enter her again.� The stimulation was intense and wonderful.�
�Oh, yeah, Charlie-boy, fuck her.� Fuck her, boy, fuck her,� urged a spectator.
�Stick her good.� Stir it around!� said another.
�What a whore,� sneered one more.� �Pretty, but still a whore!�
�Put it in Charlie!�
�Fuck her good! Make the friggin� slut squirm!�
�Lookit that!� Her pussy stays open!�
�Yeah, man.� Fantastic!�
�Lookit them tities a flopping!�
�She�s cumming!� Look she�s cumming! Goddamned whore�s cumming again!�
�Pay ya a hundred bucks to take yer place, Charlie.�
�One twenty!� topped his buddy.
�One twentyfive!�
�Screw her boy, screw her!�
Charlie ignored the rancorous banter and continued to screw his luscious prize. Shelly heard the mocking words too, words like slut, harlot, whore, cunt-bag, hooker, fuck-meat, trollop and fuck-toy.� The words stung a little, but they didn�t bother her too terribly, after all she was just doing what her husband said she had to do.� The added bonus was that she enjoyed it so much.
Charlie pulled out for a moment to let his dick cool off.� Ever helpful, Jake rolled her on her stomach so that her feet hit the floor, positioning her so that Charlie could fuck her from behind.
�Look, his balls are dripping with pussy juice!�
�Oh, man, what an fine ass!�
�I�ll say!� Man, wouldn�t ya just love to crawl up in there and die.� That�d be heaven fer sure!�
�A man could smother between those cheeks!�
�Beautiful, baby, beautiful!�
�Go on Charlie, do her!� Do the slut-whore!�
�C�mon Charlie, a hundred fifty bucks!�
The tingling in his dick subsided.� Charlie stepped up to the task and ran his cock back into her dripping snatch.� Immediately and with no conscious effort on her part, her pussy began rhythmically contracting around his plunging fuck-rod as she quickly built to another climax.� After five minutes, Charlie had to pull out again to cool off.� He didn�t know how many more times he could get so close and stop, but he was determined to hold out as long as possible.�
Jake pushed Shelly to the side and set a chair up on the table.� With a little coaxing, Charlie climbed up on top of the table and sat in the chair.� He was now high above the crowd.� Everyone was laughing and having a good time watching the lewd show.� Charlie gave the crowd a thumbs-up and received loud applause in return.
Jake manhandled Shelly onto the table and told her, �Go sit on Charlie�s dick.�� She quickly straddled him and his cock disappeared inside her to the hoots and hollers of the gawking minions.� Up and down she bobbed on his cock.� Charlie�s eye got wide as he struggled to keep from cumming.� Suddenly he pushed her up and off his dick.� Shelly struggled to impale herself again, but he managed to hold her off and standup at the same time.� Charlie then directed her to kneel on the chair, facing away from him as she gripped the chair-back.� He squatted and once again ran his cock up her spasmodic snatch.
�FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!� chanted the crowd as Charlie now flailed away at her.� All restraint was now gone. His face twisted in agony as he screwed her to his completion.�
�Ahhhhhh, FUUUUCKKKK!� he bellowed as his body jerked with the sweet agony accompanying his ejaculation.� �Ahhhh!� he hollered as the next thick gout of sperm-laden semen shot out his dick and into her twitching twat.� He continued thrusting.� �Uhhhh!� he grunted as his cock pulsed once again, and again and again until his manly essence was squishing out of her pussy to coat his balls.
�Fuuuuck!� he cursed breathlessly as his copious flow became a dribble.� �Mother fuckin� hell!�� Charlie slumped forward supporting his weigh against her back, causing the chair to tilt back and then over.� Shelly screamed as the two fornicators were launched off the table and onto several spectators who fortunately broke their fall.
In the tangled mass of bodies now sprawled out onto the floor, Shelly was groped whenever an opportunity presented itself.� Hands were everywhere on her and in her.� Eventually Luke and Jake sorted the bodies out and extracted Shelly from the clutching and near riotous mass.
Order was restored and Luke told Shelly to get back up on the table.�
�Let�s all give Charlie a big hand of applause!� prattled Jake.� �Good job, Charlie!� Good job!� Ya made the bitch cum twice!�
�YEAH!�
�Okay, Honeypot, show the boys what a slut you are.� Squeeze your little pussy!�
Shelly squeezed, forcing cum to dribble from her hole.
�See that boys!� That�s Charlie�s spunk! Don�t ya just wish it was yer spunk?�
�YEAH!� roared the laughing men.
�Who wants sloppy seconds?�
�ME!� shouted the patrons.
A chant filled P-Willy�s. �SECONDS! SECONDS! SECONDS!�
�Okay!� Okay!� Honey, are ya ready for seconds?�
Shelly smiled coyly and nodded �yes�.
�See that?� Slut�s ready for another screwing fellows!� Are you?�
�YEAH!�
�Okay, slut.� Since yer the one who�s gonna get fucked, yer gonna pick the ticket for sloppy seconds.�
Charlie had found his clothes and was about to pull on his boxers when Jake added, �Not so fast Charlie!� Keep yer pants down, buddy.� Since ya did such a good job fucking this whore, yer gonna get a chance to do her again!�
�YEAH!� GO CHARLIE, GO! GO CHARLIE, GO!�
�Here�s the deal, buddy.� If ya can get it up again before the next guy finishes with her, ya got thirty seconds to stick her again.� Got it?� Ya got thirty seconds to plant yer cock in her snatch from the time he pulls out fer good.� Willy here will be the timekeeper, and his ruling is final.� Got it?� Thirty seconds.�
�Uh, how long do I get to fuck her?�
�Till yer done!� But ya got only thirty seconds to get started.�� Jake turned to Luke.� �Luke, bring the bowl of ticket stubs over here� Now hold it up so she can�t see.� That�s it baby, stir�em up to spread�em out!�
Shelly picked a ticket and handed it to Jake.� Jake waved the ticket in the air.� �Who wants sloppy seconds?�
�I DO!� I DO! I DO!� yelled the crowd of horny males.
�Well, ya might want sloppy seconds, but only the holder of this here ticket is actually gonna get some.�
Jake paused and looked out onto the hopeful crowd.� �Standup, doll.� That�s right, up on the table.� Now give everyone another good look at what�s at stake.��
Up on the table, oozing Charlie�s cum, Shelly still clad in her high heels, fishnets and garter belt, smiled and turned and struck several poses, remembering to heft her boobs like Toni had shown her for maximum effect.� The whistles and hoots told her that she was doing a good job.� Once Jake signaled her, she sat back down on the edge of the table to wait for her next screw.
�The winning ticket fer sloppy seconds with this lovely girl is� Two� six��
�Aw fuck!� came a cry from a disappointed ticket holder.
�three��
A general groan of disappointment rose from the crowd.
�eight!�� Two� six� three� eight!�
�Ah wons!� Ah wons!� Muh fuh!� Ah wons!� came a cry from the left.�
The crowd parted as the winner made his way to the stage.�� Luke nearly blanched when he saw the man who had won a turn at fucking his wife.� It was a black guy, slight of build and blacker than black.� He was so black that until he got up close, his most prominent facial features were the white of his good eye and the gleam of his few remaining teeth as he grinned broadly.
Eagerly and proudly the Blackman handed Jake his winning ticket.
�He can�t fuck her!� whispered Luke desperately to Jake.
Taking Luke out of earshot Jake asked,� �Why not?��
�He�s a�he�s�he�s black!� That�s why!�
�Shhhh!� He won.� Fair n� square.�
�I don�t care!� He can�t fuck her for Christ�s sake!� Not him!�
�Ya wanna welch on this deal?� He bought a friggin� ticket.� Ya sold it to him yerself!� He won goddamn it!� And now ya wanna crawfish?�
�Declare some sort of irregularity!� Let her draw again.�
�FUCK HER! FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� took up the crowd.
�Ya must be kiddin�?�
�FUCK HER! FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!�
�Ya hear that, Luke?� They wanna see him fuck her!� Ya welch now and we�ll have a riot on our hands.� They�ll tear ya to pieces and then gang fuck her till she�s dead!� No way, buddy!� Deal�s a deal.� Grow up and deal with it!�
�Jake, please��
�Fuck off, Luke!� Ya wanna get us all killed?�
Jake turned away.� The black dude was already stripped for action before Jake could go through the motions of confirming him as the winner.
�FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!�
Jake held up his hands to quiet the crowd.� �Tell me friend, what�s yer name.�
�Moss.�
�Okay, Moss, ya got anything to say before ya do her?�
�Uh, ah ain�t never got no white pussy b�fore.�
�Well, today is yer lucky day, Moss!� Yer gonna get some first-class white pussy!� Now all these good folks who bought tickets deserve a good show.� Ya gonna give�em a good show, Moss?�
�Yes, suh!� Ahm gonna do mah best and screw this �ho til she squeals!�
�Ata boy!�
Moss� temper flared and he replied angrily in a low voice, �Ah ain�t a boy.�
�No, judging from the size of yer dick, yer ain�t no boy, that�s for sure!� No offense intended, Moss.� Now enjoy yerself.�
Moss stepped up to Shelly who had closed her legs.�
�FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!�
Once he got close, Shelly could make out some details of his face and body.� First she noticed that he was kind of skinny.� Then as his face became clearer, she realized just how unattractive he really was.� He was born ugly, but what was most appalling to Shelly was the hideous facial� scar that crossed his bad eye.� Shelly looked over to Luke, who was looking the other way, then to Jake.� Jake hissed, �Spread yer legs, ya god damned whore!�
�I won�t have you taking the Lord�s��
�Shut the fuck up!� Shut up and fuck him!�
Shelly was taken back by the harshness in Jake�s voice.� For some reason he was angry.�
�I said fuck him, Shelly!�
Shelly knew that Luke wouldn�t want a black to have her, but without any contradicting directives from her husband, she had no choice but to obey Jake.� Turning back to Moss, she smiled meekly and parted her legs.
Moss pried her legs apart and rubbed his callused, black hands across her legs, rubbing ever closely to her snatch.�
�FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� continued the chant.
Shelly couldn�t look him in the face, so she concentrated on looking at his dick.� She had always heard how blackmen had enormous dicks, but this blackman�s cock was about normal size.� The coloration against his skin made it hard to for her to judge just how big he was, but she settled on him being as nearly as large as Luke.� It was so black that it seemed to be almost iridescent with hues of blue.� To her wonderment, the head of his dark, dark dick was much lighter than the rest of his dick, almost a light tan.� She thought back to Sam, the mailman.� He was a Blackman too, but he was so light that it was hard to judge his race until he dropped his pants.� Sam was handsome too and what amazed her even more was remembering that Sam�s dickhead was much, much darker than the rest of his cock.� It was quite the opposite of this fellow.
His tan cock head touched her lily-white pussy.� Resigning herself, she laid back to be publicly taken.� Moss slammed it home causing her body to jump from the forceful entry.
�YEAH!� roared the crowd!� �FUCK HER, MOSS!� FUCK HER!�
Fuck her he did, brutally and without mercy.� He pounded into her so hard the table inched across the stage floor.� With each brutal thrust into her, Shelly grunted, �Ungh!�
Over the cants of� �FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� Luke heard his young wife�s grunts as she was fucked hard.� �Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh! Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh! Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!�� Luke didn�t want to look, but he couldn�t help himself.� Slowly he turned back to witness her latest debasement.� He saw that Moss had her nipple rings in both hands, gradually pulling so that her nipples were stretching out while he fucked her.
The pain in Shelly�s tormented nipples increased to an unbearable point.� Suddenly she let out a shriek, and as she did an orgasmic wave swept over her, melding her pain with her pleasure.� Moss let go of her rings.� Her nipples snapped back into place.� Suddenly he pulled out.
Willy started to count, one, two, three�� Charlie was whipping his dick furiously trying to get a rise.
�Ah ain�t finished yet,� declared Moss. ��Ah made her squeal, but ah ain�t done!�� That said he crawled up on the table and put Shelly on all fours.� Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, he pulled her head back and mounted her.� There was barely enough room, but he somehow managed by riding high up her back as her rammed it in again.
�YEAH!� roared the crowd as they witnessed the continued rough fucking of the pretty white girl by an unattractive black.
Moss fucked her for a few more minutes before puling his dick out for a pause.� �Hey, mista!� Mista Charlie!� Ahm �bout ta cum in dis �ho.� Yo ready fer another go?�
Charlie shook his head, �no� as he frantically tried to get hard again.
�Hey, Mista Charlie.� C�mere, let this �ho suck dat dick nice �n hard.� C�mon, now.�
Charlie immediately accepted the invite and stepped close to the table.� Moss pushed her head down towards Charlie�s crotch and semi-soft dick.� �Suck him, �ho!� Suck his dick!� If ya wanna �nuther fuckin�, get ta suckin�!�� �SMACK!�� Moss slapped her upturned ass hard.� �Ah said ta suck him, bitch!�
Charlie was pushing his dick into her face.� Shelly took the proffered cock into her mouth.� Moss penetrated her again, fucking her furiously from the get-go.� Suddenly he slowed his pace and sawed in and out at a leisurely pace while his balls began to boil.
�Oh, baby, work dat thang!� Oh, yeah, girlie!� That�s it!� Oh, muh fuh!�
Luke watched as Moss�s buttocks clinched and he knew that the Blackman was cumming in his wife�s vagina.� �Oh, goddamn,� muttered Luke. �What have I done?�
Moss stopped jerking and paused for a moment buried deep in the white girl�s pussy.� His contorted face gradually unscrewed and he took on a very contented look.
�Ya ready, Mista Charlie?�
�Yeah, Moss,� replied Charlie.� �I�m ready.�
Moss pulled his limp dick from Shelly and climbed off the table.� Willy began counting, �One�two�three��� Charlie made Shelly surrender his stiff cock and pulled it from her mouth.� Gripping the edge of the table, Shelly made no effort to change her position.
�Eleven�twelve�thirteen��� Charlie clambered up onto the tabletop.� �Sixteen�.seventeen��
�Do her ass!� someone shouted.
�Yeah, up the butt, Charlie!� Up the butt!�
�UP THE BUTT!� UP THE BUTT!�
�Twenty three�twenty four�.�
Charlie got into position.� �Twenty seven�twenty eight�twenty nine��
�Ahhhhhhh!� screamed Shelly in pain as her unlubricated ass was suddenly penetrated.
�YEAH!� roared the crowd in approval.
Having beat the clock, Charlie withdrew his cock from her burning bum.� Shelly was sobbing as he scooped some cum from her leaking pussy and coated his dick with it.� He penetrated her again.� This time his cock slid in much easier.� This time it didn�t hurt her nearly as much.�
�UP THE BUTT!� UP THE BUTT!� UP THE BUTT!� intoned the crowd in unison with his thrusts up her butt.
The burning in her ass gradually eased.� Shelly opened her eyes slightly, just enough to see the black form as he stepped near her.� Grabbing by the hair, Moss ground his wet, flaccid cock against her lips.� Shelly automatically took his still drooling cock, coated with a mixture of sex juices and began sucking him clean while she was sodomized.
�Oh, fuck,� muttered Luke at the newest violation of what was left of his sense of propriety.� Stunned, he watched as his wife eagerly sucked the blackman�s cock.� �Fucking whore,� he muttered.� �Fucking dirty slut whore!�� Somehow that made him feel a little better.� �Suck his black dick, ya slut!� he suddenly shouted.�
�Easy, Luke, easy,� counseled his hairy friend, �She�s a slut.� Ya know that.� She�s just doing what ya told her to do.�
�Yeah, I suppose,� replied Luke bitterly.
�Just think of all the money we made tonight.�
Luke�s countenance brightened.� �Yeah, we did make a lot of dough.�
�And she�s no worse for the wear.�
�Yeah, perhaps.� It�s just that��
�Get over it, Luke!� Ya dwell on it, and it�ll eat ya inside.� Just get over it.� Yer gonna get yer roof fixed.� Now excuse me a moment, I need to make a call.�
Luke considered what his friend said and knew that he was right.� What was done was done.� What they did, they had to do.� There was no sense in wallowing in self-pity.� He remembered what his pa had said about having to make tough decisions. �Once ya made a decision boy, there ain�t no need to have no regrets.� If ya have to choose, make the best choice ya can with the facts at hand.� But, if ya choose wrong, just go on.� Ain�t nuttin that ya can do �bout it, so jest git over it and go on with yer life.�� Luke looked up at the man cornholing his slut-wife and then at black cock now fucking into her face.� He adjusted his own hard cock, noticing that his jeans were damp from pre-cum.� Suddenly, he could hardly wait to screw her tonight.
Despite having cum earlier, Charlie only lasted about ten minutes fucking her tight ass.� He didn�t try to prolong it, he just let it rip into her ass.� Once he came, his dick slid into her easier. Moss grunted and cursed, �Swallow it, bitch!� Swallow it!� Oh, yeah, drink it up �ho!�
The two men pulled out simultaneously.� Shelly collapsed onto the table in a blissful near-swoon.� Jake placed another call on his cell phone.
A leather-clad man suddenly pushed Luke out of the way, almost knocking him down.� Another grabbed Shelly and spun her around on the table.� Two men grabbed her arms, each holding her tight.� Another two each grabbed a leg and spread her open.� A rough looking fellow, a motorcycle dude wearing a vest with a skull superimposed over a Confederate flag, dropped his pants.� Moments later he was thrusting into her.
�FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� FUCK HER!� shouted his seedy compatriots who had swarmed around the table with rape on their minds.
Without thinking of any consequences, Luke lunged into the group to protect his wife, but he was caught and stopped dead in his tracks by Jake.�
�C�mon Luke!� She�s okay!� She�s just getting� fucked.� C�mon.� We can�t take�em all on.�
�Jake, do something!�
�C�mon,� replied Jake as he bodily dragged the struggling Luke to the bar.� �Hey, Willy!� How �bout two beers?�
�Ya want a beer!� Jake!�
�Shut the fuck up, Luke.� Watch and learn.�� Willy set two beers up on the bar.� Jake took a swig and offered the other to Luke.�
About that time the other good ole�boys had gathered around the motorcycle gang eager to have a turn at the stacked blonde bimbo.� Jake looked at his watch.� �C�mon.� C�mon,� he repeated.� Minutes passed.� Another motorcycle dude was now raping Shelly to the rancorous urging of the crowd.
Suddenly the place grew quiet.� Not all at once, but like someone was deliberately turning the volume down to until just a few individuals were shouting their encouragement.� Luke looked about and saw what had caused this change. Sheriff Damian Reed, six foot six, dressed in an immaculate and crisp uniform, a man with arms the size of tree trunks, was in the bar.�
The crowd parted as his imposing figure made it�s way into the crowd.� Everyone who saw him coming scattered to get out of his way.� Sheriff Reed was not someone to trifle with.� He had a reputation for making troublemakers literally disappear.
Woo be the day that you found yourself on Reed�s list of undesirables.� If a thug�s first visit to his jail didn�t encourage the ruffian to move far away to another jurisdiction, his second visit would be his last.� It�s not that anyone died in Reed�s jail or custody, but if the courts failed to prosecute, or if some smarmy lawyer got a release on some trivial technicality, within two, three days of being released that hooligan was never heard of or seen again.��
Who was to say that the thug didn�t simply flee the jurisdiction.� There were rumors, rumors a plenty, but absolutely no evidence to tie the sheriff to any criminal�s disappearance.� Within a year of his election, violent crimes against the good citizens of the county had dropped to near zero.�
The fact that a disproportionate share of the missing thugs were black, led to charges of Reed being racist by the usual whiners and Victimcrats and by those whose zealous actions had the effect that criminals had more rights than the good citizens they preyed upon. In Sheriff Reed�s county, the whites didn�t care how he did it, nor did the law-abiding majority of blacks care, universally everyone liked the results.� Much to the dismay of his pinheaded detractors, at every reelection Damian Reed won with an ever-increasing majority, enjoying broad voter support from the good citizens of the county.
As soon as he made it to the table where Shelly was being raped, the hands that were holding her arms and ankles let go and their owners disappeared into the crowd.� The rapist looked up to see Sheriff Reed glaring at him.� �Oh, fuck!� the brute muttered under the withering glower.� He stopped thrusting, and eased out her pussy.� He was so close that as soon as his cock was free of her pulsating cunt, he shot off on her stomach and shaved mons.
Reed looked down on the blonde girl, taking in her big tits and nipple rings, her slut shoes, fishnets and garter belt, as well as the bald condition of her genitalia decorated with fresh ropes of cum.� Freed from being held down, Shelly struggled to sit upright.� Looking up she saw the Sheriff looking down at her, his massive frame, fashioned by years of active bodybuilding, blocking all else from her view.
�Ma�am, are you okay?� he asked evenly.
�Uh, yes, thank you,� she replied unevenly.
�Were you raped, Ma�am?�
�She�s a whore, Sheriff!� called someone from behind.� �She got paid!�
�Is that right, Ma�am?� Did that man pay to have sex with you?�
Shelly knew that she couldn�t lie, that would have been a violation of the Ten Commandments and a blot on her soul.� She started to say that he hadn�t paid her sex, but had simply paid for a chance to have sex with her.� He didn�t win and therefore� but, she realized that that would be quibbling and her father had taught her that quibbling was tantamount to lying.
�Uh, sort of,� she replied.
�Yes or no.�
�No, I mean, yes, but��
�What�s your name?�
�Shelly.�
�Full name.�
�Shelly Blalock.�
�Stand up, Ms. Blalock.�
Shelly stood.� To her dismay, the Sheriff turned her around and handcuffed her behind her back.
�Shelly Blalock, you�re under arrest for prostitution and publicly lewd and lascivious behavior.�
�But, I��
�Tell it to a judge, Ma�am,� said the Sheriff as he pushed her towards the door.
�My clothes, I need my clothes.�
�We got clothes at the jail.�
Stunned by the sudden turn of events, Luke watched as his near naked wife was hauled off to jail.� �Jake?�
�Don�t worry, Luke.� She�s in good hands.� Hey, she ain�t being raped is she?�
�No, but��
�Who do ya think I called?� Sheriff�s a good friend of mine.� He�s a fair man, a good man.�
�But��
�She�s safe, Luke.� Don�t worry.� Trust me.� We�ll have her out by the morning.� Sheriff doesn�t give a damn about what whores are doing.� In fact, he�s real partial to whores.�
�But��
�Hell, man!� He just saved her ass!� Ain�t nobody else in this county that could�ve done what he just done.�� A big grin spread across Jake bearded face.� �Now, let�s count up the money.�
Beer in hand, Jake led Luke into Willy�s backroom where they could have some privacy.
*****
�Are ya sure?�
�I just counted it twice.� Eighteen hundred thirty seven dollars.� Not bad for a single night of whoring!� Now, let�s see, Willy gets twenty five percent.� That works out to be four hundred fifty nine dollars and twenty-five cents.� Round that up to four hundred sixty.� That leaves thirteen hundred seventy seven dollars split two ways between me and you.� That�s six hundred eighty eight dollars and fifty cents.� Seeing that it was yer wife, I�ll round yer share up to seven hundred dollars and I�ll take six hundred and seventy seven dollars.�
�Hey, that was my wife! Shouldn�t I get more?�
�Ya got more!� Twenty three dollars more!�
�Look, consider this, Luke� I was the friggin� brains behind this deal.� Weren�t fer me, yer house�ll fall down before ya ever got a proper roof.� Now, whadda ya say we get on over to Jetter�s and pay him what he needs.�
�What about Shelly?�
�Shelly�s fine!� Fer Christ�s sake, she�s with the friggin� Sheriff!� Jeez, would ya quit with the bellyaching?"
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To be continued...