Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

"Good girl," Pa told her, patting the pale blonde tresses. "Suck a little harder. I think I'm almost ready."

When he allowed her to remove her mouth, his dick thrust out in a gnarled erection. There was a slight bend at the middle, and a cocking, if you'll forgive the expression, to one side. An ugly prick, as pricks went, but to me all pricks are ugly, and if this one was determined to bury itself in my cunt, I couldn't do any more to prevent it than I could with Luke and Randy.

"Out of the way," he told Emmylou, pushing her aside.

He undid the belt and fastenings of his trousers, and they fell to his ankles. Emmylou sighed and helped him out of the fallen pants, and without a look at the young girl, he moved towards me, cock extended rigidly.

"Lay down," he told me, kneeling beside me in the straw.

He grabbed one of my hands and jerked it towards his waiting cock.

I grimaced as he fitted my hand around his tool, and I was totally conscious of Emmylou's eyes upon me and Pa. Oh, God, I didn't want her to see me humiliated like this! I looked at the girl, apologizing with my eyes, and I saw that she was staring fixedly at me. Again our eyes and hearts were in communication, and only that back-and-forth messaging enabled me to endure the next few minutes.

I stretched on the straw, and Pa moved between my legs. He hovered above me, his hands testing the roundness and curvature.

"Damn my ass," he sighed, "she's got a reg'lar pair of melons, don't she?"

"They taste even better than the feel," Luke contributed. "Real sugar-tits, Pa. Go ahead. Give em a suck."

"Damn if I won't," he agreed, bending down and licking at my nipples.

They stiffened against his tongue, and he pulled my teats into his mouth for some hard, toothful oral work. His incisors ground on the curves of my tits, and I ached from the cruel intensity of his action.

At the same time he had a hand in my crotch, fingers digging into my slit, prying my cunt open. I was wet from the last couple of rape-attacks, and he entered my hole easily, but that didn't ease the shame I felt.

Over his shoulder I could see Patty, still switching back and forth from Randy's cock to Luke's, while Emmylou knelt dejectedly by herself.

"C'mere, lazy," Patty gasped, removing one hand red tool. "You, damn it all!" And Emmylou moved slowly on her knees, obeying Patty's command. "Suck on Randy's cock," she told the girl. "I got all I can handle with Luke."

"Open up," Randy ordered, steering his dick towards Emmylou's reluctant mouth.

She opened, and the prick jammed inside. It was hard and stiff, and he thrust so deeply I heard her groan in pained resistance. He grabbed a handful of her pale blonde hair and pulled until she moaned again, and her acceptance became a little more complete. He pushed at her mouth, thrusting until his balls grazed her chin, and he ground his crotch against her face, soaking his cock in her wet mouth.

At almost the same moment Pa reached down, grasped his prick, and slammed it into my cunt. He was still sucking my tits, and I was looking down at the bald, wrinkled top of his ugly head when his rod entered my cunt, and I couldn't repress the urge to scream.

"Goddamn, boys, she's tight!" he grunted, working against the tightness he had mentioned.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I cried shrilly, scooting backwards slightly, through the straw, in a vain attempt to escape the somewhat bent rod that had invaded me. The kink in Pa's tool made accepting it an agony. He thrust harder, sinking more of his rod in my hole.

His cock was thick and long, though not quite so big as his son Luke's. His ramming thrust carried his rod up my vaginal chute, reaming out the tender internal machinery of my pussy, and he sank upon me, still ramming, still humping. I hoped he was on a short fuse.

"Uhhhh! Unnnggghhhh!" I whined, shaking each time he stabbed me, and Pa hung on for dear life, as if he were fearful I might buck him off. If only I could have!

In, out. In, out. Plunging like a sickle cutting weeds, Pa fucked. I was stretched out, flat on my back, knees slightly uplifted. He reached back, grabbed one leg, and slung it across his ass.

"Hang on, honey," he panted. "I'm just gettin' started!"

I'd been afraid of that. I touched his shoulders – not to embrace him, but to depress one arm so I could look over its blockade. I wanted to look at Emmylou, to see what they were subjecting her to, to reassure her with my eyes.

She was still on her knees sucking Randy's prick. He played with her pale blonde hair while she accepted his pecker-thrusts, and every few strokes he humped viciously against her, burying his root in the quivering portals of her mouth. I could see her shiver each time she was so abused, and my heart wept for her. What had they said? Something about promising not to lay a finger on her till she was older? It looked like a broken promise to me. Perhaps I'd have a chance later to talk to the girl, to hold her hand even, to promise her that she still had a chance to get away from this obscene debauchery. As much chance as I had?

Luke groaned mightily, and I knew that he was spilling his seed into Patty's suckling mouth. The pregnant teenager lifted up as the dick gushed, and I saw a dribble of cum spill from the petulant curve of her lower lip. She grabbed his nuts and the root of his tool and set about hand-jobbing him, as if she were starved for the taste of his sperm.

"Ya-haaaaaaaaa!!" He whooped, and emptied into her.

"Hurry up, Emmylou," Randy grunted. "I wanta get my rocks off, too!"

The girl sighed visibly, her small round tits heaving inside the tight dress. She withdrew part of his cock from her mouth and took hold of it the way Patty had grasped Luke. Her fist began to work up and down on Randy's dong, so fast she bumped herself in the small, widely stretched mouth every time she moved, and, unless my eyesight was failing, I was pretty sure I could see tears rolling down her pale cheeks. One of her eyes was fixed upon me – I couldn't see the other – and the mist blurring that blue-gray eye was heart-wrenching. Obviously Emmylou was being exploited against her will, just as I was. We had that in common.

And she was so beautiful. Maybe I have a weakness for blondes. The first three or four men I allowed to fuck me were all blond, and I used to ask Angela why she didn't dye her mousy hair a honey shade. Emmylou's hair was an extremely pale-hued yellow, almost platinum, and she had the creamiest skin I had ever seen. Her body was young and prettily developed, but her face was that of a child – a lovely, appealing child. Except for the eyes, which bespoke a knowledge of evil no child ought to have. If she were mine, I thought, if only she were mine. Her eyes would never weep again. I'd kiss away all her tears, and I'd kiss a smile onto that tiny bow of a mouth. I'd cup her little tits in my hands, squeezing them so gently, like the delicate fragile treasures they were, and when I adored them with my mouth, I'd show Emmylou what tenderness was all about. Emmylou – such a fragile, totally feminine name. I liked it, and I liked her.

"Oh, God," I said, overwhelmed by the enormity of the passion I felt for that lonely, lovely child. She stirred, turning her head as far in my direction as she could despite the hard cock between her lips, and I wondered if she was thinking about me. Christ, it was no time to be falling in love! I was already a captive, in danger for my very life! And all I could think about was spreading the legs of that darling young girl and eating her cunt till she screamed with passion and love.

Pa was still fucking my ass off but my fantasies of little Emmylou interposed themselves and gave me precisely that bar against reality I needed then. It was no longer the goaty old man who mounted me, fucked me like an animal, abused my delicate cunt with the hard shaft of his ramming rod. And it wasn't his obscenely bald head which I gazed down upon, nor his snaggy uneven teeth which nibbled my tits. No! Emmylou had come to me, had thrust the vicious old man aside, and she lay upon my body, her slim legs intertwined with mine.