F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

"Oh, Godddd!" she breathed into Pete's mouth.

"Okay, Matt! That's enough of that fancy stuff! It's time to do some plain ole fucking!" It was Jeff's voice.

Suddenly, Matt's mouth was jerked away from her seething loins. She looked down to see that Jeff had pulled him roughly away, and he now knelt between her widespread thighs, his hand grasping his huge, lust-inflated cock. She watched mesmerized as he drew the foreskin back to reveal the knob of its head, satiny smooth and fiery red, ready for action. She could see the clear viscous tear of moisture wetting its tip.

"You ready to be fucked?"

Charity hesitated for a moment, not answering. She was not going to beg in humiliation as she had with Gabe. The memory of it searing her once more.

"I–I don't have a choice… d-do I…?" she moaned in abject acceptance.

"No! You sure as hell don't!" Jeff snapped and dropped his weight on her, his pelvis cradled between her open legs, but his upper body supported on brawny, work-hardened arms. On either side, Brad and Pete moved away, slightly, making room for Jeff as he guided his hardened cock into her with no further preliminary.

The blood-engorged cockhead entered her tender, warmly wet young pussy, and Jeff forced it all the way in with one forceful lunge, using all of his strength to shove his huge, tumescent rod deep into her quivering belly. The defensively lubricated sheath of her cuntal passage was clenched, the massive head pushing waves of her tight, vaginal walls ahead of it. It felt to her like a great, unpeeled log being shoved into her without mercy.

She screamed aloud with the sudden stretching pain. Every ridge of his hardened cock was evident to her, as he slammed into her, his pubic bone crashing into hers and his balls slapped up tight and hard into her naked, upturned buttocks.

"OOOoooOOOOoooooOO! Th-That hurts!" Tears welled into her eyes.

"Shut up, bitch!" Jeff growled. "Another yell like that… and I'll knock your head off!"

Then, like an insane, unthinking automaton, he began to fuck in and out of her, completely oblivious of her groans of pain. He pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back in, again, with punishing force. Faster and deeper he drove it into her, interested only in achieving his own satisfaction. She began to lubricate more after a few moments, and it became more bearable; however, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move with him or against him. All she could do was lie there, on her back, and accept his buffeting cock into her young and tender cuntal passage that protested, painfully with each slamming stroke.

She could never have explained it, but suddenly, she began to feel it, herself; his pummeling cudgel wasn't hurting as much. The abraded passage adjusted to his vicious pounding, and before she knew it, she was fully aroused and wanting it.

Her hips began to move, countering his pile-driving thrusting hips, undulating them up to him, wantonly, as she took his massive cock deep up into her vaginal tunnel.

I didn't want it this way!

Suddenly, she knew that Jeff was driving for his ejaculation. He panted and groaned on top of her, his lustful prick soaring in and out like a runaway steam engine.

Jeff felt it, too. Then, it was there. He drove his cock deep in her gently clasping pussy, his balls slapping up against her full, white buttocks… and held himself there, unmoving, while his lewd, hot sperm hosed through him to splash, forcefully, against the back wall of her womb.

"AAAuuughh! Chriiiiiist!" he exploded.

Desperately, she bucked up against him, wanting him to continue, but his rapidly deflating penis could not function, now. He would have to have a period of rest. His frantic plungings into her had only served to arouse her, fully.

Jack Leonard stopped along the highway, several times, questioning cafe countermen, service station attendants and motel managers as to whether they had seen a runaway girl hitchhiking towards New Mexico. He had only a sketchy description of her and how she was dressed from Donnie, but he was dogged in his determination.

Many of these people knew him from long association.

One counterman told him, "Well Jack… I saw a girl who looked a little bit like that, but she was dressed in boy's clothes. She was in here with some of your drivers…"

"You sure they were my men?"

"Hell! Jack… I know your rigs when I see them!"

"All right… thanks…" he said, making sure to leave a dollar tip tucked under the saucer of his half-full coffee cup.

It was little enough to go on, but he decided it might be worthwhile to check some of his own trucks as he saw them along the highway. Let me see… there should be four or five east-bound rigs, today… Two from San Francisco… and three out of Los Angeles… and those two from 'Frisco are running together! That accounts for the counterman saying some of my drivers… and knowing my rigs. Let's see… who'd they be… Jeff Riggs and Peter Dolan… and the other one's Bradley Dawson and Matt Richardson…

Mentally, he pinpointed the two trucks he would be watching for, hoping that by some wild coincidence he might be able to find Dottie's daughter for her. He knew she would be pleased… and somehow, for longer than he wanted to remember, he felt like pleasing a woman. The memory of Dottie was strong in him. Then… he caught himself up short: What in hell am I doing… mooning over her? I swore I'd never give another woman a chance to get at me… inside of me, where I live! Come off it! She's just another cunt!

As Jeff's pounding cock stopped, for her, in mid-stream, and she felt his hot, white semen cascade into her, his rock-hard member deflating, she felt as though she had been left hanging in mid-air, unfilled and unfulfilled.

"OOOooooh!" she moaned. "Keep going! Keep fucking my cunt!" She groaned it out, spontaneously, from the core of her very being, and she couldn't believe that she had said it.

"Get the hell off of her, Jeff… and let a real man fuck her! You heard what she said!" It was Brad lying beside her. He scrambled up and gave Jeff a shove, rolling the older man to one side.

Brad came to kneel between her wide-splayed thighs and looked down at her young, now overheated pussy. Uncontrollably, her hips undulated her loins up to him, and she heard herself murmur, "Oh, Pete! Fuck me…! P-Please…?!"

"She's really wanting to be fucked, now!" Matt chortled. "Let's get her up ass-backward… so she can handle more than one at a time!"

Charity felt herself being turned over, her hips hauled up until she was on her knees, her round, full-sculpted buttocks upturned nakedly in the air behind her, as she rested on her elbows.

Kneeling behind her, Brad used his hands to spread her defensively clenching buttocks wide, then guided his steel-hard rod of flesh straight into her wildly clasping cuntal sheath. He flicked his hips and drove his aching cock deep up into her already sperm-filled depths. She gasped, as she realized the size of him. He was larger by far than Jeff who had just shot his alien cum up into her unsatiated cunt.

"My God! I–It's too big!" she wailed.

Several times, he worked it in and out of her, and she adjusted to its monstrous size. Then, as he began to fuck into her smoothly from behind, the wild sensations returned, again, to her, and she ground her naked buttocks back against the hair of his groin, counterpointing his virile thrusts, his huge cock soaring deep up into her belly, the blood-engorged head lodging with every stroke at the extreme capacity of her cuntal passage.

At the time, she felt it was the most natural thing in the world to take Pete's long, straight and thin cock into her mouth when she felt it brush her lips. He lay sideways in front of her, his hardened member lancing straight out at her side-turned face.