Raymond Kendall - Naughty farmer_s daughter

They all drew their cards and there were three moans of disappointment when John showed everyone the king of clubs.

"Lucky bastard!" someone remarked.

"Looks like I get the honors…" John beamed.

He was rubbing the front of his already-swelling crotch as he headed for the doorway the young nude girl had entered a short time before. He had three shadows as he entered Lana's bedroom. They were all anxious for their turn with the young cunt, even Harold, who was stuck with sloppy fourths.

Lana was still naked, sitting in the center of her bed. She was stiff in shock over her pa's actions. He had treated her like a whore.

She looked up when the four men entered her room. The thought flashed through her mind to cover herself up, but there was nothing to hide. They had seen all she had to show.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked angrily.

"Your pa lost that hand. We've come to collect," Charlie informed her. He was already starting to undo his belt.

"Get the hell out of here!" she yelled at them in anger. "My pa lost the bet, go fuck him! You bastards aren't gonna hold any train on me!"

By this time, the four men were right next to her bed. When Lana made to get off the bed, four pairs of hands reached out to stop her. It was then she realized she was in serious trouble. There wasn't any way she was going to get out of the situation her pa had put her in.

"Hey, knock the shit off!" she demanded, pushing hands away from her nude form.

"Just lay back and relax, Lana, and let's make this easy on all of us," John suggested. He was already taking off his clothes as he talked.

"Make this easy on all of us," Lana mimicked in a voice filled with angry sarcasm. "If you assholes think I'm going to lay here and spread my legs so you can get your lousy rocks off, you've got to be crazy!"

"Have it your own way, you little bitch!" Charlie told her. "But I'm going to do some fuckin', and it sure as hell ain't gonna be my hand. Your tight little cunt is going to feel plenty of hard cock before this night is over!"

Lana watched as John slid his jeans off his hips and down his muscular legs. She couldn't help but see the swollen throbbing hunk of meat that protruded at right angles from his lean body. It was on the slender side but made up for that deficiency by its length. It was ten inches if it was an inch.

Seeing his nude body made her think of Jason, her fantasy lover. They were a lot alike in looks. Under different circumstances, she might even have been eager to spread her virgin thighs for him, but this was rape. She didn't even want to think about what kind of degrading acts she would be forced to submit to at the hands of these lust-crazed animals.

"Come on, John, gonna take all night?" Charlie prodded. He was already naked, anxious to get his turn at the young girl.

Lana gave him a look of pure hatred. She felt nothing but revulsion for the fat, sloppy man who had just spoken. Her mind went back to the summer before and the ordeal he had put her through.

"Fuck you, you fat, perverted slob! I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you, if you even come close to me!" she threatened.

"Fuck this shit, John! If you ain't gonna do nothing, I'll show you how to handle this little bitch! I'll have her beggin' for cock when I get through with her!" Charlie bragged, making a move to crawl on the bed.

Before anyone could stop her, Lana reached out, striking like a cobra. Her fingernails left four long bloody grooves on Charlie's cheek. She moved to the back of the bed, pressing against the wall before the fat man could react.

"Don't touch me, I warned you!" she spat out vehemently.

Her eyes were back and forth between the four men. She realized there was no way she was going to get out of the situation she was in.

Finally resigning herself to that fact, she decided to give in and make the best of it. At least it looked like her Jason look-alike was going to be the one to take her cherry, not one of the others. But she still had a trick up her sleeve for that disgusting animal Charlie.

"Okay, you guys win. You'll get your pussy and without a fight. But that fat-assed Charlie doesn't touch me! I want his perverted ass out of here right now!" she demanded, her voice like stone.

"Now wait a fuckin' minute!" the fat man blustered. His whole fat, hairy body turned beet-red at her words.

"No, you wait a fuckin' minute, asshole. You won the bet, not the right to fuck me. It's the ones who lost the bet who won the right to fuck me." She looked at the other three men to see if they agreed. The smile that crossed all three faces said they did.

"Well, Charlie, looks like she's got you there. You weren't in on the deal. You had first shot at it and turned it down!" John said, winking at Lana as he said it.

"Looks like you lose, Charlie," Mike told the fat man.

"Yep, can't win them all." Harold laughed.

"Make him leave or I'm not fucking any of you!" Lana demanded, smiling now because she was sure she had won at least this one small victory.

"You heard the lady, Charlie. Looks like you have to split," John told him. He couldn't say he was really sorry either. Charlie was a crude slob.

"I ain't going no…"

He didn't finish the statement as the other three men turned on him in a threatening manner.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. She's probably a lousy fuck anyway!" Charlie said angrily. He gathered up his clothes and left the bedroom.

With Charlie gone, Lana threw herself back on the bed. Spreading her legs wantonly, she said in what she hoped was an alluring voice, "I'm all yours, guys! Take me!"

Now that she had resigned herself to the inevitable, she was starting to feel an inkling of excitement at the aspect of things to come.

Looking at Mike and Harold, still in their clothes, she remarked with a grin, "I don't see how you two expect to do any serious fucking with all those clothes on."

She didn't have to say anything else. They started ripping at their clothes in their haste to get naked. Lana was curious to see just how big Harold's cock really was. He was Hank's pa, and the way Hank described it that day, he had to be hung like a horse.

He dropped his pants around his ankles, his massive prick popping out of the fly of his boxer shorts. Lana had to admit it would have done justice to at least a small pony.

"Oh, my God, that thing would rip me wide open! It's as big as my arm!" she exclaimed in awe.

With all three men naked, Lana decided it was time to get down to some serious fucking. She spoke to all three men.

"Come on, guys, join me here on my little bitty bed and let the good times roll!"

Her three partners seemed to be at a loss at how to get their little orgy started. It seemed like a perfect time for her to take control of the situation. In this way maybe she could keep things from getting too far out of hand.

"Harold, why don't you come up here and let me suck your gorgeous big cock for you. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!" She was hoping to wear his huge cock out with her sucking mouth so he wouldn't feel like ripping her apart trying to shove that enormous prick in her tight little cunt.

"And you, Mike – why don't you suck on these little tits of mine for starters? Since John gets first crack at this virgin pussy of mine, I wouldn't want you to feel left out!" she said, giving everyone a big smile and reaching out to briefly fondle each of their aroused cocks.

Mike moved his mouth over her chest, letting his tongue flick out and across her nipple, swishing his tongue's pointed tip back and forth across its sensitive surface. When the first nipple grew hard as a little pebble, he moved on to the other, doing the same thing.

Lana had not yet started sucking on Harold's huge cock. She had wrapped a hand around the thick cock-shaft and was moving her slender fingers up and down in gentle caresses.