Paul Gable - Niece in torment

"Shh, I think I hear a car," Helen whispered.

Faye choked down her sobs and pricked up her ears. The older woman was right. There was an automobile coming down the drive and turning into the courtyard. She could hear the sound of the crunching gravel.

"Wait 'til they get out. Then bang like hell," Helen said.

"I hear somebody talking now," Faye whispered down to her aunt. She could hear the sound of three male voices. As they got closer, she could make out the words. Jack and a man she'd never heard before were asking Al about Helen and her. Al was playing dumb, saying that he hadn't seen them since last night.

"Now!" Helen cried out.

Faye curled her fingers into two tight fists and banged like hell on the wooden doors. At the same time both women shrieked at the top of their lungs, screaming out for someone to help them.

"They're fighting!" Faye cried out. "I think those other two are going to help Al."

"They won't have a chance," Helen said, referring to the lawyers. She scrambled up the ladder and edged over to one side. "Come on, push up. Maybe we can break the lock on this damned thing. It's so rusty, it might give way."

Faye pushed as hard as she could, grunting as the sounds of the scuffle rang in her ears. With one last burst of strength, the two women pushed up and broke the lock.

"We're free!" Faye cried as she pushed the doors open. Faye crawled out first, turning around and helping Helen up.

"Look!" Helen cried. The blonde turned around and saw Jack and another man being held by Juan and Mike while Al threatened them with a long hunting knife. Neither of the five men saw the two women, nor did they hear the doors fly open.

"Come on," Helen said as she crawled behind Juan and reached for a pair of shears that were lying against the side of the house. Al finally spotted her. His eyes widened with surprise as he watched her grab the shears and spring to her feet.

"What the?" Juan started to say as he saw Al start to run forward. But it was too late. Helen held the shears with both hands and drove the point deep into the Mexican's back.

"Aaaarrghhhhh!" he cried, pitching forward as he released Jack. Mike loosened his grip on the other lawyer in surprise. That was all either lawyer needed. Jack sprang free and lurched forward, knocking the knife out of Al's hand, then cutting up with his right hand and sending the big man reeling across the courtyard. Juan groveled in the dirt, bleeding from the gaping wound in his back as Mike stood still with his hands in the air. Faye watched the scene, then breathed more easily. At least she and her aunt were free from the threat of Al and his cronies.

Then she turned and saw Jack staring strangely at her.

"I… I…" Faye started to say, feeling her courage fail her. How could she tell him what had happened to her?

"Better call the cops and get an ambulance," Jack said to his partner. Faye lowered her head in shame and sank to her knees. How could she tell him? How could she?

"Well, the old man's locked up. And from what I know, they'll be cooling their heels for years," Jack whispered softly in Faye's ear as he reached over and stroked her right tit.

Faye closed her eyes and sighed happily. It all turned out better than she'd hoped. Fortunately, Helen's lawyer managed to find out exactly what had happened in that barn before Jack did. He convinced Al and the others not to say anything about the horse and dog-rapes. It would only hurt their cases. The men grudgingly agreed, and the sick rape was ignored, if not completely forgotten. Helen was questioned by the district attorney and released. It was one of the clearest cases of self-defense he'd ever seen.

As for the ranch, Faye's claim to it was clearer than before. There'd be no problem in getting a quick divorce for Helen and Al. With that out of the way and Faye half owner of the ranch, the blonde's future seemed pretty well secure.

"I don't care about them right now. All I know is that you didn't invite me up here to your apartment to talk shop," Faye said a little breathlessly as Jack slid his hand lower toward her crotch. After Al, Juan and Mike had been arrested and Helen cleared, Faye drove back to San Francisco with Jack. They'd had dinner, attended the theater, and were now about to celebrate Faye's good fortune.

"Nope. You're right about that," Jack said, chuckling as he rolled on top of her. He stuck out his long, pink tongue and started licking her hot skin, lapping at the quivering flesh and sliding down lower until his tongue touched the first hairs surrounding her juicing snatch.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," Faye groaned, digging her head into the pillow and squeezing her ass-cheeks together. It felt so good to have someone as big and powerful as Jack straddling her bucking body. She felt a sexual shock sear through her snatch as he dipped his tongue deeply into her sunken navel.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Faye cried out, lifting her ass high off the bed in a silent plea for more licking. Jack ran his tongue teasingly up the insides of her thighs, darting back and forth from one to the other. He lifted his face for a second and smiled sheepishly at her, then dove back between her trembling thighs.

"AHHHHHH!" Faye gasped loudly, reaching down and grabbing his hair and yanking his head into her pussy. She started to push her pussy against his face. "Ohhh, do that to me again! Oh gooooood!" she sighed.

Jack parted the swollen lips of her pussy and shot his tongue straight in like an arrow. He lapped up the salty juices, pushing further and further inside her sucking hole until his jaws ached. Her pussy grabbed at his tongue while she fucked his face harder and harder. Fresh hot pussy juice ran onto his tongue, almost drowning him in the thick, foamy fluid that bubbled out from between her puffy hot labes.

"Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" Faye groaned, lifting her ass higher and higher off the groaning bed. "Do it, do it!" she sighed desperately.

Jack didn't say a word. He licked out and up until he soaked her clit with his hot spit. That tiny piece of sex-flesh felt like a stiff piece of wax as he lapped teasingly at it. Then he grabbed that wet flesh between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth while he shot his tongue into her hole once more. His chin and nose were soaked with the mixture of her hot juices and his spit. Jack was having trouble staying inside her. Faye kept hunching and twisting, moaning louder and louder as Jack squeezed her trembling clit harder.

"Nooo! Noooo!" Faye cried out, feeling as if she were going to piss on the bed from the excitement that gripped her pussy.

Jack let go of her clit and grabbed her ass-cheeks, forcing her to move around the bed the way he wanted her to. Every time he jabbed his tongue inside, the blonde groaned and hunched back.

"Fuck! Fuck M-m-meeeeee!" Faye cried out, bucking straight up at him. She held tightly onto his hair and yanked so hard that it nearly pulled out by the roots.

"Ohhhh, hurry! Hurry!" Faye cried out urgently. Her head rolled from side to side and her lungs screamed for air. She reached up and grabbed her stiff nipples, pulling and pinching them until it was almost painful.

"Right on, baby," Jack moaned, pulling back and letting Faye calm down a bit. Finally her ass sank down on the bed. Jack stayed between her legs for a second or two, then slid up suddenly and tossed her legs high in the air. Faye cried out in surprise as the balls of her feet slid up on his broad shoulders. In a flash his big dick was squishing into her pussy, pushing the fat lips wide apart and forcing her cuntal flesh into a round tunnel.

"Ohhhh! Yess! Yessss!" Faye cried out as Jack's big dick crushed her clit. He started rocking back and forth, fucking his throbbing rod in and out of her hot hole. The friction of his thickly-veined pole rubbing against her stiff clit was too much for her. She started screaming louder and louder. Her head dug deeper into the pillow, and the veins stood out in her throat. Her belly heaved wildly for several seconds. Then her body froze.