The Rape Of The Reverend's Daughter
by Frank Brown
(LB-1086)


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Yeahhh!" Bear grunted. "Tight young ass! Ahhh! Fuck it, honey! Fuck it!" 

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. 

"Oh, don't! Please don't fuck my ass! It'll kill me! Oh, don't, don't!" 

"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. 

"Pull yourself up, Brian," Faith squeaked. "Pull, Brian! Try!" 

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. 

And the two boys could only moan their agreement. 


THE END
