Paul Gable: The coed_s wild ass

Ohhhh, she heard. For some unknown reason Lydia felt her hair stand on end as she reached out and pushed open the large wooden door. The pungent odors usually hanging around in a barn assailed her nostrils as she stepped into the dark structure and peered through the thick air. At first she saw nothing and began to wonder if the sounds were only the product of her overworked imagination.

Then they came again, this time louder than before. Lydia stepped further in, shuffling through the loose hay laying over the compact dirt floor. Several stalls lined both sides of the barn while a small loft opened up overhead. Chains and pulleys dangled from other chains, supposedly used to haul up hay and other farm products during the harvest time. It was where one pulley hung at the far end of the barn where the sounds were the loudest. Lydia picked her way carefully forward, squinting her eyes and seeing something laying bound up in the corner of one stall.

For some reason she called out her friend's name.

"Tina?"

"Oh God, Lydia."

"My…" Lydia started to say, then felt horror creep over her like a disease as she leaned forward and strained her eyes. It was Tina, but how changed! Her face was flushed and swollen and both her eyes had been blackened. Her long brown hair had been cut ragged and short, while red marks and welts spotted and slashed across her nude body. Thick rough hemp was tied crudely around her wrists and ankles while a gag that had slipped off by now hung loosely around her scarred throat.

"What they did to me. Oh God, what they did!" Tina moaned as Lydia shook off her shock and dropped to her knees. Still feeling the pain in her ankle the young blonde quickly untied her friend, rubbing the girl's wrists and ankles briskly as she looked around for something to cover her up with. Now she really wished Tom were with her. "We'll get you out of here fast," Lydia said, getting up carefully and walking to the middle of the barn. "There's got to be something to throw over you."

"Lydia. Lydia, they're still here. You've got to get out of here," Tina said weakly from the stall.

"Who's here?" the blonde asked, turning toward her friend. Before the young brunette could answer, Lydia felt the breeze that had been blowing in steadily from behind stop. Her flesh crawled as she heard footsteps shuffle quickly into the barn. "Us," someone said. Lydia heard Tina cry out as she turned around and saw three men moving into the barn. In an instant the blonde recognized all of them. The first two were the ones who had stood by the covered bridge earlier that afternoon and insulted her. The third was the shoemaker Tina had been talking to when Lydia had left her to examine the small house at the other end of the square.

"What…? Who are you?" Lydia asked angrily, feeling terror slip over her like a coverlet. If only she could keep up this bravado she might outbluff them and escape. Already the feeling of the need for escape crept over her.

"Come on, hot tits. You know who we are," the heavy-set dark-haired man said, as he stepped forward. Lydia automatically stepped back, protectively covering her boobs. Behind her she could hear Tina whimpering. "I'm Rick, my friend Doug," he nodded to the tall, muscular man standing next to him and glowering at her, "and Jack the shoemaker." He grinned sickly at Lydia, then lunged forward, striking at her like a cobra. Lydia cried out, feeling his hand grip her wrist and twist it painfully. She staggered back then fell to her knees, her face becoming red and pinched with agony. The shooting pain in her ankle; the pain her wrist; she thought she was going to faint. "Ain't so stuck up now, is she?" Doug said, putting his big hands on his thighs and sneering down at her. Rick had let go of her wrist and now stood spread-legged in front of her.

"Let's she if the high princess sucks a good cock," Rick said suddenly, his face brightening as he reached down and pulled down the tab of his zipper.

"No, no," Lydia cried. She'd never done anything like that – even with Tom that thought had never crossed her mind. That was sick, perverted.

"Come on baby," Rick said, fishing inside his trousers with one hand while he reached forward and twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair with the other. Lydia's eyes widened as she watched him pull out a six-inch whanger, stroke it several times, peel back the loose foreskin and reveal a shiny slick meaty cockhead. It pulsed inches from her quivering, sweating face. Her heart raced, thudding wildly against her rib cage as the man laughed at her terror.

"Take it shit-babe," Rick snorted, pulling up on the young student's hair until Lydia shrieked out for him to stop and that she would do anything. "Then suck it," he snarled. Fighting back her desire to cry or retch Lydia formed her lips in a large circle and pushed her face forward. Quickly she put the hard cock into her mouth. Lydia groaned and shuddered as she felt the hot prod slide deeper into her. As she neared the fat root of his prong the blonde student could smell the sour pungent odor of an unwashed crotch wafting up from his opened trousers. Lydia groaned again and pushed forward, the sticky heat of that sickening sausage melting in her mouth. She could feel the throbbing veins rub against her wet lips as the mushroom-shaped head pushed over her tongue, past her nostrils and finally bumped against the back of her throat. Against her chin she could feel his small leathery balls rub up and down. God, what was to become of them all?

"Oh yeah, get that tongue around it, yeah, yeah," Rick said, pumping his fat thighs back and forth, jamming his fat dickroot into Lydia's stretched mouth. The young blonde student felt her stomach turning over as spittle frothed over her lips and leaked from the corners of her mouth. The stray cockhairs peeking from around the silver teeth of Rick's zipper tickled Lydia's nostrils as she sank forward, then backed away until the groove just behind his dick-meaty cock-crown was held between her lips.

Both hands were clasped behind her head now, and his fingertips digging into her skull as the big man pushed his cock farther down Lydia's throat. Hot tears welled up in her eyes as she gagged, coughed and gasped for air. She could taste the sour, slightly bleachy flavor of his jizz that slowly leaked from his piss-slit.

"Hey, you don't wanna blow your wad in her fuckin' mouth, do you?" Doug asked, stepping forward and laying one hand on his buddy's shoulder.

"Naw. We've got special plans for this cunny of yours," the big fat man said, giving a few more quick jabs into her mouth before yanking his dick out. Lydia closed her lips and leaned forward, her arms wrapped tightly around her belly as she coughed and fought back the desire to vomit in front of them. She could hear them laughing and sniggering as she sucked in large breaths of air, fighting for mental balance as they made lewd remarks about her pussy and what they had planned for it.

"Oh!" she cried suddenly as Rick bent down, grabbed her hands and pulled them roughly from her belly. He pushed forward at the same time, sending her sprawling backward on her ass. The big man quickly straddled Lydia, sinking on his knees and trapping her down on the floor while he reached up and tore open her slacks. The young blonde screamed in protest, tearing at his face with her long fingernails.

But the big man was ready for her, pulling his face away from her in time, then swinging his right paw in a broad arc in front of him. The closed fist struck Lydia hard across the chin, knocking her semi-unconscious for several seconds. Her head snapped back from the force of the blow then crashed down hard on the dirt floor as Rick and Doug finished their job of disrobing her. The girl moaned, feeling the soft material of her slacks peel down over her slender thighs, past her knees and finally over her ankles.