Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

Our cunts ground together, hers a child's pussy but advancing with each passing moment a step closer to glorious womanhood, and mine a woman's cunt eagerly guiding hers down that loving road. Not for us the agonizing, rip-it-out slam-bang-thrust of man/woman sex. We had found the better way, the perfect way. Her snatch dripped honey into my cunt and sucked up the juices I was leaking in such loving abundance.

She raised her face, lips parted innocently. Mine rushed to join them. Our mouths came together, my tongue thrusting into her warm oral cavity. A second's hesitation, as if she weren't sure how to respond, and then she was sucking hungrily on my tongue, bumping her twat against mine with more and more erotic frenzy, until we came together, orgasmed, climaxed, CAME, in a flutter of heads beating a mile a minute and throbbing of ecstatic clits as they pounded together, together, together. My body leaped up, up, into the throes of a churning come, and I locked my feet around the body which covered mine. I clawed flesh with my fingers, reaching low to paw the hips, pulling high to stroke the shoulders. My mouth opened and I was ready to receive a kiss from my lover, and it came.

The mouth that touched mine was slobbery wet, and the breath issuing from it was like inhaling the stench from a public toilet.

I spat, my eyes clearing, and I was horrified to discover that Pa had clamped his mouth onto mine. Neither of his sons had even bothered to try kissing me. I'd have killed them if they had, for to me a kiss is a token to be reserved for moments of love and affectionate tenderness. Not a fart to be thrown into the winds whenever my stomach filled with gas and a fart is what Pa's mouth reminded me of.

He thrust his tongue into me, despite the spitting I had done, and I bit him with a hearty good will. He moaned, lifting his face, and if he hadn't been struck with his own orgasm at precisely that moment, I'm certain he'd have struck me. I'd been slapped around a lot today, and I didn't like it.

Even less did I care for the agitated jerking of Pa's dick in my cunt, the shudders and convulsions of which told me he, too, was dumping a load of stinking cum into my depths. My pussy was throbbing with release at the time, certainly, but it had nothing to do with any of the men who'd used me today. I had done it all by myself, with that pathetic little fantasy about young Emmylou, and it was a marvelous come in spite of everything.

"Aggggghhhhhh! I'm coommiiinnggg!!" he yowled across my face, blinding me, sickening me with his stinking breath, and he didn't need to speak because it was so obvious that his prick was out of control. It thrust and snaked inside my cunt, and each wiggle meant that another glob of pecker-snot had squirted into my ravaged, abused cunt. But at least, thank God, he was finished. I was pretty certain old Pa wouldn't be able to work up another boner to use on me. Not soon, at least.

Over his shoulder I saw the girl Emmylou still engaged in blowing Randy. She moved her hand with a weary desperation, socking herself again and again as she struggled to bring him off. At the moment of release, however, the hold of her mouth slacked and Randy's prong jumped out. She tried to get it back inside, but there wasn't enough time. He put his hand on her forehead, pushing her face back on a 45-degree slope, and he covered her blushing flesh with the hot seed of his jism.

Emmylou shuddered, trembled like a leaf, as Randy moaned, "Drink it all, you bitch! Drink all my cum!" and he kept squirting it onto her, until most of her sweet face was sticky and glistening with his sperm. And even when his cock had ceased to vomit out its fuck-cream, he kept rubbing its tip across Emmylou's face, massaging the jism into her skin. She had her eyes closed, closed as tightly as she'd sealed her mouth, and she looked extremely uncomfortable.

The poor young darling! I wanted to throw Pa off me, to go to her, take her in my arms, give her aid and comfort. As for the others – well, the rest of them could go fuck themselves. Pa could bend over and let one of his sons jam an oversized cock up his hairy ass.

"Oh, get off me," I told him in a snarl, pushing at his limp, fucked-out body. "Get your cock out of me and go away!"

He rose without much resistance, and his cum-dripping prick was limp as a twenty-minute noodle. I wiped angrily at the slice of my cunt, wishing I had something to douche with, to take away every disgusting trace of the sperm they had fired into me in salvos.

Randy and Luke were grinning broadly. "How'd you like it, Pa?" Luke asked.

"Damn fine pussy," Pa said gravely. "A little feisty, but when she gets them ole muscles workin', it's Katy bar the door!"

"Can we keep her awhile then?" Randy wanted to know. "At least till Patty lightens up?"

He stooped and rubbed the girl's swollen tummy through her flimsy maternity blouse. She, meanwhile, had a hand stuck beneath her skirt and was apparently fondling her pussy with some vigor, for as Randy rubbed and her hand jerked about, her face suffused in a rich flush and she moaned heavily.

"I don't know," Pa said, shaking his head. "I rightly don't know."

It would have been astonishing if he'd known anything about anything. He bent over to pick up his pants, and the view of hairy asshole and dangling, wasted-looking balls was incredible. In spite of everything that had happened to me, I began to laugh.

"See, Pa?" Luke began hopefully. "She likes it. Hear her gigglin'? Oh, shit, Pa, the doctor says Patty's too far gone for screwin', and all you'll let us do with Emmylou is get sucked off."

"An' Emmylou can't suck for shit," Randy ventured.

"An' me and Randy's getting damn tired of jackin' off! Oh, Pa," and he sounded just like a wheedling child, "nobody knows she's here. We could keep her around and take the edge off our horns, and then when Patty gets back into shape, why, we'll just send her packin'."

I couldn't stay quiet. "Listen, Goddamn it," I cut in, "you're talking about me! I was accosted on the fucking highway, and these assholes pushed my car over a cliff, and then they raped me! I've had about all I'm going to take, and I will not listen to you chat like morons about the possibility of keeping me around to take the edge off your fucking horns!" I stood up then, chest heaving as anger possessed me more fully. "So if everyone has had his little pleasure, I'll just be on my way. See you in the funny papers."

I started past Pa, who backhanded me and knocked me sprawling to the floor. It's hard to fall gracefully when you're naked, and impossible to keep your dignity when you're lying winded on a barn floor. Panting, I rose like an animal, into a crouch.

"You all kin get into trouble keepin' her here," Patty observed in a lazy voice. She even sounded like a slut. "Ain't it against the law?"

Pa nodded. "Suppose we'd have to kill her, when we was finished, wouldn't we?"

Kill? Someone had finally spoken the word. My blood froze.

"Shit," Randy guffawed, grabbing me under the arms and pulling my limp body erect, "might as well. When we get finished juicing her with Tolliver cock, she won't never be satisfied with no other kind. Why'd she even want to keep living then?"

"Oh, my God," I said weakly, collapsing against him. He put his hand on my ass, and I didn't have the energy to resist.

"You can't do that," Emmylou whispered, looking up at me. She was so tiny there on the floor, her pale face still sticky from Randy's cum. "You couldn't do that."

Luke came towards me, hand reaching. It fastened upon my fucked-out pussy, squeezed, then twisted brutally.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" I cried in pain.

"Hell we couldn't," he said. "Fuckin' hell we couldn't." He loosened his grip, stroked my pussy, then let his hand drop away. "Stick a Magnum up her twat, get the barrel all juicy with pussy-cum, then – blammmm!"