Chapter 10
It was pretty quiet that night. Denise and I slept soundly and undisturbed. I didn't tell her about Joe's incredibly violent nature because she had told me, in glowing terms, about the good time she had talking to Joe after dinner.
There just didn't seem to be any point in ruining the image she had of him.
The next morning I woke up very early, before anyone else, and I got dressed in my cut-offs and tied my shirt halter-fashion. I went to the stable barefooted and petted the horses. They were just waking up, too, and seemed happy to see me.
"Up kind of early, ain't you?"
I wheeled around and saw Joe, standing in just his long underwear, looking at me. He had that evil grin on his face-the one I had seen before. The one that said he had fucking on his mind.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Maybe you need a good fucking."
"That's the last thing I need ... at least from you." I really don't know what made me say it. In the back of my mind I knew that provoking him would only get me raped again, but for some reason I just had to provoke him. And, just as I knew he would, Joe attacked me.
"Stuck up cunt!" he hissed, his voice filled with all the rage and anger he felt inside himself. I backed away from him until my back hit the wooden fence, and then there just wasn't any place left to go. He tried to grab me by the throat and I ducked, bending over at the waist. I almost made it under his arm but he gave me a hard shove and the next thing I knew I was flopped over the second rung of the wooden fence. In this position I couldn't stand up to run because of the rung above me, and I couldn't crawl away because my feet were dangling in the air. I was absolutely helpless against my brother's kinky demands.
I felt his powerful, grubby fingers dig into the waistband of my jeans and I let out a high-pitched squeal. Then next sound I heard was the snap of my cut-offs popping as the zipper gave way under Joe's might. My jeans were down to my knees in an instant and the fear that I had pushed Joe too far this time-that he might actually do great harm to me-suddenly flashed through my mind. Did he want to fuck me, or beat me senseless. Maybe kill me?
My jeans were off, yanked down my legs. Joe didn't bother ripping my panties off, he just tore a big hole right in the crotch, exposing my asshole and pussy.
"I wanted to fuck you when you were just a little shit," Joe hissed venomously. "Hell, you probably didn't even have hair on your pussy then." He grabbed my left knee and picked it up so that I was twisted a little sideways, still flopping helplessly on the wooden rung. "P-please don't! This hurts!" I pleaded. That was a mistake on my part. Begging is exactly what Joe wanted me to do. It gave his kinky mind some weird kind of turn-on.
"Gonna fuck you to death," he hissed, aiming his cock at my cunt and shoving. His prick plowed painfully into my cunt. Everything happened so quickly that my pussy, which is normally pretty juicy and ready for fucking, was dry. There were no lubricating fluids to ease the entry of his ten inches of meat and I thought my insides were being torn to pieces.
"Uggggghhhhhh!" I groaned, trying to suppress the scream that seemed stuck in my throat. Joe's huge cock just kept pushing into me, undaunted by my resistance. He shoved and grunted and then he was all the way into me-all ten vicious inches of him.
"Tight!" he hissed, rubbing his hips against my spread asscheeks. He stayed there, enjoying the feeling of my pussy, and that gave my clit time to get excited and loosen me up. By the time Joe was pulling his cock out and getting ready to ream me again, my cunt was nice and wet and warm.
"Rosanne, say you're a slut!" Joe demanded, reinforcing his demand by giving his hips a little extra thrust to really slam into me, driving me harder down on the fence. "Say it or I'll beat the living shit right out of you!"
"I'm a slut! Yes, I'm a slut!"
"Why didn't you tell anyone about yesterday? Huh? Why didn't you tell the ol' man that I made you suck my cock? Huh?" He was really slamming into me now, his muscular torso thrashing back and forth, driving his invading cock deep into me. "I'll tell you why. You didn't tell Dad because you loved it! You loved it!"
"Yessss! I love sucking your big, hard cock!" The words just came tumbling out of my mouth. Maybe it was my clit, which was really tingling from Joe's massive prick, that was really causing me to say what I did. I don't know. There was nothing I could do but get fucked, and I really didn't have much choice about that, if you really stop and think about it.
Joe slammed into me for five minutes of solid fucking. I climaxed once, then twice, and the third time the world opened up and seemed to swallow me up. Joe filled my cunt with his hot come. As soon as he finished pumping his cream in me, he stepped away and pulled his prick from my cunt. I stayed there, unmoving. Just slumped over the fence railing, head down, hands and feet dangling.
Joe may be an asshole, I thought, but he can fuck like no one else. Dad and Denise slept through the rape. Afterward, my insides felt like mush, but I knew that I had had the most bone-jarring series of orgasms in my life.
It was close to six in the evening when a squad car pulled up and a handsome man in his forties got out. He wore the brown uniform of a county sheriff and the big pistol on his hip, complete with badge on his powerful chest, backed up the impression of forcefulness and courage.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" Dad said, looking out the window. "He's probably here because Gig and Nick called the cops on Denise and I." I took the cigarette from Denise's pack and lit it to calm my nerves. "Fuck, kiddo, looks like the fun and games are over."
Denise looked absolutely defeated. That bothered me. Even though she's a smart-assed kid, willing to tell anyone at any time to cordially go fuck themselves, she lets things really get her down. Right away I figured I'd have to think of something pronto or we'd both have our asses in a tight jam.
"Let me handle this," I said to Dad. I grabbed Denise by the hand and led her outside.
"You must be the two I'm looking for. I'm Sheriff Bowen. Sheriff of this county." He hooked his thumbs in the leather gun belt around his trim waist. His eyes gave me the impression of a man who had long since learned to have his own way with the world.
"Good, I'm happy we finally get a chance to meet." We shook hands, with Denise standing mutely by me. "I've been hoping we could talk."
"Don't see there's really much to talk about." His voice was cold, impersonal. "I've got a job to do and I aim to do it."
"Of course you do and I wouldn't want it any other way. Just the same, why don't the three of us go for a walk so that you can get a little background information on the . . . situation facing all of us."
Sheriff Bowen shrugged his shoulders and gave me a little nod of the head. I had him then. I knew fucking well I had him then.
We walked pretty much in silence, Sheriff Bowen not yet realizing what I had in mind, and Denise sure as hell in the dark about everything. Finally, when the thick blanket of trees surrounded us and I was absolutely sure Dad and Joe couldn't see us, I turned and faced Sheriff Bowen.
"I know we have to go back to the island," I said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But we just can't go back yet. Just give us another three days and we'll return without any problem. I promise."
"I don't really see as how you could give me any problem, young lady."
I smiled. Sheriff Bowen may talk a tough game, but he's just another horny bastard inside that uniform. His eyes glanced quickly over my tits, then flashed over to Denise. He was beginning to think about us as something more than just people he had to apprehend. He was thinking about our bodies.
"Just three little ol' days!" I stepped closer, my tits now just inches from his chest. "Three days couldn't hurt anything, could it."
When my tits Finally did touch him, one tit mashing against his silver badge, Sheriff Bowen had completely lost control of the situation. I now determined what would be done and when. Taking his face in my hands, I pulled him down, giving him a wet kiss. My tongue slithered between his lips, igniting a fire inside his body.
Denise finally realized exactly what the fuck was going on. She grabbed the Sheriff by the hips and turned his lower body so that it faced her. The Sheriff was twisted kind of weird, his chest pressed against my fat tits with his crotch facing Denise, but he didn't seem to mind much. He particularly didn't mind when Denise pulled down his zipper and extracted six inches of cock that hung between his legs.
"Mmmmmm! Just what I needed," Denise purred, stroking the prick into a state of quivering hardness, "a cock to suck."
The Sheriff ran his fingers through my hair, and squeezed my ass while Denise gave his cock a good sucking. Reaching down, I took the Sheriff's cock by the shaft and stroked it while my sister sucked on the cockhead. She was sucking loudly, really giving him the royal treatment. Then I felt her slippery tongue sliding wetly over my fingers as she slowly worked her way down to the base of his prick. As I whacked on his cock, I stuck one finger out and Denise sucked on it as though my finger were a tiny cock. It was a strange feeling, to say the least.
The Sheriff let out a moan when Denise finally got one of his balls out the fly of his pants. Her hot, pink tongue lashed over his hairy sac, getting it wet with her spit while sending bolts of pure erotic pleasure screaming through his veins.
"You two are really horny sluts," the Sheriff mumbled, breaking our kiss briefly. "You city girls are fucking whores!"
I wasn't sure whether he meant that as a compliment or not, but I didn't let it bother me. If he thought sluts were such evil creatures, how come he was writhing in my arms and trying his damndest to shove his cock right down my sister's throat?
As Denise sucked his cock, her smooth features twisted because of the thickness of his prick, she reached out and slipped her hand under my dress. I felt her skilled fingers kneading the muscles of my thigh, working firmly into my flesh just the way I like it. Her hand traveled upward slowly, past the top of my hose to the naked flesh just below my panties. Her fingers teased me, not quite touching my cunt, but close enough so that I was waiting for that final ecstatic moment when my clit would get what it needed.
"Yeah," Denise said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sucking cock and eating pussy at the same time."
My dress had buttons down the front and Denise's fingers quickly had the lower ones undone. The next thing I felt was my panties being lowered and her hand snaking between my legs. A finger pushed into my cunt, scraping over my red clit to drive me wild. I was kissing Sheriff Bowen feverishly now, biting his lips occasionally, rubbing my big tits against his chest until they almost hurt.
Denise pulled my panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them while clinging to the Sheriff's powerful shoulders. Nothing could stop me now. Denise's finger was driving me right out of my fucking mind.
"Lick my cunt, Denise! Please, lick my pussy!"
I begged, then fastened my lips on Sheriff Bowen's neck, sucking hard enough to give him a hickey. Spreading my legs wide, I felt Denise's face push against my hot thighs and I opened them wider. The last thing I wanted her to do was struggle to eat my pussy. Hell! She could do that whenever and wherever she wanted to.
Denise's tongue squirmed between the fleshy lips of my cunt and rubbed against my clit. My knees trembled and my breathing came in hoarse, ragged gulps. I climaxed, come trickling from my cunt onto Denise's hungry tongue. All the while my come was being lapped by Denise, Sheriff Bowen's tongue was twitching in my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a cock, biting softly with my teeth.
And finally, once Denise had drunk up all my pussy oil, I dropped to my knees beside her. Every ounce of energy seemed to be drained from my body. Denise's fingerfucking had driven me to the edge of orgasm, and then her tongue pushed me over that edge. What remained was a gasping, shaking, completely satisfied teenage girl who wanted little more than to suck a big cock.
"Turn around," Sheriff Bowen said. At first I thought he wanted to fuck me in the ass, but then he nudged me in the direction he wanted and I did as I was ordered. Denise and I were on our backs, legs in opposite directions with our faces next to each other. The Sheriff got down on one knee, his prick sticking out like an arrow from his pants.
"Give me your cock," I panted, grabbing his cock and pulling it down. "I want your-" I was cut short when the Sheriff's round cockhead slammed between my hungry lips. His prick, the tip oozing out jism, filled my mouth, though certainly not to the extent that Dad's or Joe's cock did. Still, it was a nicely shaped cock that could satisfy this cocksucker.
"Ohhhhhhh! Use your tongue! That's right! Use your hot tongue!" Sheriff Bowen urged. I worked my tongue faster against his cockhead, letting him know that his every wish could-and would-be satisfied.
"Hey, I want some of that," Denise complained.
"Why sure thing there, little lady," the Sheriff answered. He pulled his cock from my mouth and moved it about six inches to my right, smack dab over Denise's open, waiting mouth. I watched her lips travel along the cockshaft, kneading, teasing, exciting his prick. When the Sheriff pushed down, ramming more cock into her, Denise's lips puffed out. As he pulled back, leaving just the knob to be caressed by her tongue, her cheeks caved in slightly.
After a couple more strokes of his cock, Sheriff Bowen gave me another chance to suck. His cock couldn't take much more heavy cocksucking, especially from two cocksuckers like Denise and myself. Desperately wanting to feel his come squirting in my mouth, I gave his cock every bit of excitement my lips and tongue could provide. I sucked hard, drawing the prick deep into my throat. He pulled back and the glowing, throbbing cockhead danced in my mouth. I chewed on the cockshaft with my lips, and suddenly the jism just started shooting against my tongue. I kept sucking all the while he came. The Sheriff didn't jerk his prick back and forth while coming. Not like most men. He stayed absolutely motionless, letting my hungry lips do all the work as his balls drained dry.
The come filled my mouth and when Sheriff Bowen gave me one last plunge of prick, a thin trickle of come escaped from the corner of my mouth. Denise was there in a second, licking my cheek to get the gluey liquid.
"Well, I guess you kids can have two days," the Sheriff said after tucking his limp prick back in the pants of his uniform. "Don't argue with me." He gave me a stern look. "Two days and that's it."
The Sheriff turned on his heel and walked away.
We watched his retreating figure in silence. Well, the Sheriff, if nothing else, had good tasting come. And he had given my sister and I two days to enjoy ourselves before having to return to the boredom of the island.