Chapter 10
It was dark outside. The party was in full swing all through the house. They had locked the sheriff and his deputy in one cell and the good-looking blonde cunt, Cindy, up in the other. The old drunk, Orin, had been brought up to the Laird house. They had included him in the party and the old man about had a heart attack with all the mamas fucking him and all the booze he could drink from the mayor's private stock.
Leader looked at the old fat man, Laird, tied to a chair across the worn and laughed. He was high, high as hell. They were all high. They had stripped Laird's good-looking wife and taken turns fucking her on the floor in front of the old man. But there wasn't much of a kick to it. The old man hadn't seemed to give a shit and the woman, Jessica, had started loving it after the third cock had been shoved up her.
Rusty had gotten madder than hell. That's when e she told Leader that the old broad was her mother and this was a sweet little piece of revenge she had been planning for a long time. Even Leader had been shocked; Jesus, her own mother!
Suddenly even Rusty made him a little sick.
She amazed him even more when she had her mother tied up next to the mayor and announced to everyone that the time had come for her to be truly initiated into the Devils. Not only that, she wanted to do it right there in front of her dear, sweet mother.
Leader should have been glad. But he wasn't. He had come to enjoy having her to himself. He wanted to keep it that way and he told her so.
"Shut up," she had told him in return. "Shut up and just watch, if you don't wanna play."
So he got stoned and watched and thought about the sheriff's juicy little girl friend down in the jail cell. He thought of how she had, looked at him with those big wide eyes when he shoved her in the cell. He thought about those two tits that were a match for Rusty. He thought about shoving his cock between those two beautiful ass cheeks.
Leader's head swam with hazy images. Loud music pounded from the stereo and the radios in all the other rooms.
A girl was in the center of the room, dancing, all alone. It was Rusty, moving in perfect time, provocatively, with the music.
She was stripping. Her shoes and stockings had already been discarded. Her hands were at the front of her blouse, undoing the buttons. The blouse was tossed into a far corner. Her hands caressed her body, as they moved down to the zipper on her jeans.
The gang members caught drift of her actions and started encouraging her. "Yeah, Rusty baby, join the crew!" "Let's see your pussy, Rusty honey!" "Strip.. strip... STRIP!" It became a chant.
Her jeans floated down to her feet. Rusty started bumping and grinding her hips suggestively. Her huge, beautiful tits bounced in perfect time with the movement of the rest of her body.
Leader's cock began to stir. She was delicious. Her white breasts shimmered as she shook her upper torso.
He wanted to fuck her. He'd fucked her hundreds of times. Yet, whenever he saw her like this, radiating her special brand of animalistic sensuality, he felt as if he were lusting after her for the very first time.
All the other members of the gang had the same ideas.
Still shaking her body, her breasts jiggling crazily, Rusty took off her panties and threw them over her shoulder.
The whole crowd gave a war whoop.
Longhaired, bearded men, some naked, some dressed, surrounded her. Cocks protruded, erect, pointed toward every part of her body. Then strong hands grasped her arms, forcing her to cease dancing. She was pushed to the floor.
Leader could detect only portions of her body her arms, and her legs. Men were everywhere, standing and crouching around her.
"All right," Rusty shouted. "Let's fuck! And don't worry, just get in line, I'm gonna fuck every one of you. Now who's first? C'mon, don't be chicken shits! Screw me, you bastards!"
A tall, gangling youth climbed atop her and shoved his cock up her cunt in one lunge. A second one dangled his cook above her mouth until she found it with her lips, and took it deeply into her throat.
"Leader?"
He looked. It was Cissy. She looked strange, sloppy, dirty. He suddenly thought that she had always looked that way; he'd just never noticed it before. "Yeah?"
"You wanna fuck me? Tiny says he don't want me no more. He's got hisself a new mamma."
"Your cunt's too big, Cissy. And I've already fucked you too much. I've fucked all the mammas too much. I gotta get me some new pussy," Leader said, and pulled himself to his feet. He staggered away from Cissy as she rolled onto her back and started pawing her own pussy.
As he walked unsteadily around the room, he started pulling his clothes off. Some of the guys had brought local curds up from the town. He looked for one of them.
He found one; a fat, ugly broad who sat forlornly on the floor, her back against the wall. She had enormous, drooping tits and heavy thighs and legs. Leader didn't give a shit. She was new and she wasn't a momma. He was stoned and he was ready. He didn't want her to be beautiful like Rusty. He wanted only one thing from her pussy.
"You wanna fuck?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"I thought nobody would get to me," she said. "Everybody's fucking, and nobody's even waved their cock in my direction."
"You from the town?" Leader asked.
"Yeah, I wanna be a momma. That guy over there jacked me up on his bike. Said let's go to a party. Then he just dumped me here in the corner when that cunt started stripping."
"That cunt's my momma," Leader said.
"How come you ain't fuckin' her, then?" the girl said, her face again drooping.
"'Cause she ain't my momma no more. I'm dumpin' her."
She said something else but Leader didn't pay any attention. He understood enough to know that she wanted his prick as much as he wanted her cunt. He dropped to his knees between her legs.
He leaned toward her and kissed her breasts. Her skin was pillow soft. He touched the big, pointed nipple with his mouth, and the girl sighed. "Suck 'em," she urged him. "No one has. Not since I was raped by a gang at a school picnic. I love to have my tits sucked.
Leader sucked. The nipples erected. Leader sucked some more. The girl's sighs became moans. Her hand was on the back of his head, urging him to go further into her wide, black-haired snatch with his probing fingers. She grunted as he squeezed his hand into a thin fist and shoved it all the way up her cunt, clear to the wrist.
"Jesus, girl," he said. "You got a manhole for a pussy.
"Yeah, it's kind'a big, ain't it. You still want to fuck it?"
"Yeah, I'll fuck it."
He deserted her tits and pulled his fist from her body. He told her to lie on her back and lift her legs. Right beside them was another frantically fucking couple. The whole room was full of fucking bodies.
Leader mounted the mountain of flesh. His cock easily slithered into her fat cunt. Jesus, was it a girl beneath him? Or was it simply a giant, hot cunt? Leader began pistoning his swollen prick in and out of the hot flesh. He could barely produce any friction on his cockhead with the wet, sloppy cuntlips.
Around them, others were climaxing. The smell of spent cum and hot pussy juices mixed with sweat to form a heavy layer of sexual aroma in the room.
"Oh, shit. How good it is." The girl beneath him murmured.
He bored into her with merciless fury, determined to fuck her until one, or the other, or both of them could accomplish something. Her gargantuan breasts flapped against his chest, and her breathing came in quick gulps.
"SD goddam good," she sighed. "Your cock is so good."
"Your cunt's too goddang big," he said, but kept fucking her.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it from her pussy. Without missing a thrust he shoved it into her asshole. She didn't even groan. It seemed that she didn't even know that he changed holes. It was a little tighter and soon he was scaling the peak and achieving a shattering come.
She wasn't far behind, reaching hers while he was in the middle of his. His hat, wet gobs shot up her gushing asshole.
He yanked his prick out the moment he was through and wiped it off on her tits. The girl was still writhing, bucking her hips furiously, when he dismounted and stood, pulling on his clothes. "You're a shifty fuck," he said. "You'll make a good momma-"
She just smiled and nodded, making a fist of her hand and pounding it up her cunt.
Leader turned away from her. Rusty had two guys to go. One was just mounting her and one was waiting. The one on tap was biding his time by fondling her breasts and receiving occasional licks from her spear-like tongue on his hard cock. The cock was huge, long and thick. It belonged to Tiny. Even Tiny was going to fuck her. What the hell, Leader thought, let everyone fuck her.
He saw his gun poking out of Tiny's jacket pocket on the floor. He thought of taking the gun and sticking it up Rusty's ass and blowing her away. Fuck it," he said aloud, and walked out of the house. He mounted his bike but had a hard time finding the kick starter with his foot. Jesus, he thought, I am really stoned.
Someone tugged at his arm. It was Sheba. "Leader?"
"Yeah."
"You're stoned. You think you should ride?" "Everybody's stoned, Sheba, except you.
"Where have you been at... I mean, were.. . I mean, where you been?"
"I been back up at the campsite, looking over what someone told me about."
"Oh yeah. . . long walk. . . crazy, baby," he said. "Party's in there... lotta fuckin'."
"Leader?"
"Yeah?"
"Everything's the same, ain't it? I mean the rules? About our own? We take care of our own, and we revenge our own, right?"
"Yeah. . . yeah, hell yes," Leader said, his mind whirling. He didn't care about rules any more. He didn't care about anything any more. He wanted to go down to the jail and fuck the blonde.
"Thanks. Leader."
"Yeah.. yeah," he said, and roared off
Thirty miles away, at a highway patrol station, a state trooper slammed the phone down and turned to another trooper beside him.
"Dammit, I can't get through to Saderville again. I wonder if Myron ever stays in the office. He was supposed to let us know if that gang of bikers was heading back our way."
Another trooper had just entered the worn from patrol. "The gang's not up at the same campsite. I went by there about an hour ago."
"Well, where the hell did they go then? They haven't come this way."
"They didn't go north either," the trooper added.
"Funny. Damn funny. Do you suppose. . .Jesus Christ!"
Leader rocked the big bike to a halt in front of the jail and dismounted. Ken and Avery, the two bikers he'd left guarding the place, opened the door for him.
"Everything quiet?" Leader asked.
"Yeah. Dead. We killed the power at the telephone office. Can't nobody call in or out."
"Good," Leader said, crossing through the office and into the cell area.
"Jesus," Ken said, "I never saw him so stoned." "I wonder if he brought any with him." "What do you want?" Myron said when he looked up to see Leader.
"From you, nothin'," Leader said, moving to the adjacent cell and unlocking it. "Come on outta there."
Cindy, wide-eyed and as curious as she was afraid, walked from the cell.
"What the hell do you think you're dam'?" Myron said.
"None of your fuckin' business," Leader replied. "Cindy, don't go with him!" Myron said. "You know what he wants."
"Shut up, cop," Leader hissed. "C'mon kid." He pulled on her arm.
"Cindy-"
"What else can I do, Myron?" she said, following the gang leader out the door.
"Jesus, that's it," Myron turned to where Walker sprawled on the cell cot. "If and when this is over, I'm going to tell Laird to stick this town and his wife right up his ass.
"If he's around to do it when this is over," Walker drawled.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you see him on the street, earlier? Man, his old heart won't take very much of this shit. And if my guess is right, all hell's goin' on up at that house. His old heart is probably poppin' like hell right now."
Outside Leader started the powerful bike with a roar. "Get on," he said, "and hang around my waist!"
Her breath caught in her throat as the big machine lurched into the street, rolled to the right and headed for the campsite.
"What are you going to do?" Cindy said, yelling to make herself heard above the roar of the wind.
"Fuck you," he replied.
Her reaction was exactly the opposite of what he thought it would be. Her hand crept around between his legs and squeezed, finding his prick under his pants. It was already erect. She massaged it slowly, knowingly, lovingly.
He rode over the bumpy pound until he found a grassy spot. He slid off the bike and pulled her with him. "Now," he said, his eyes traveling down her soft young body. With one hand he unzipped her jeans and pushed her to the ground.
She fell and he pulled off her jeans, panties, and shoes in one rough, ripping motion. She was breathing fast, mouth half-open, fingers clutching her hips. Her eyes riveted on his erect prick as he pulled his pants off, then his shirt He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her face up to him. He kissed her hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, moving one hand down and pulling her shirt open. He felt inside for her breasts. She was wearing a low-cut bra. He moved his hand around behind her body, feeling for the clasp. Still he kissed her and pressed his body against hem, loving the feel of something new, something fresh against his skin.
The clasp broke in his urgent fingers and he pulled the bra away, releasing her splendid tits and letting her fall back to the pound. He looked down at her for a moment, lying under him. Then he pushed the unbuttoned blouse away to either side, exposing her breasts. They were heavy and wide, very round. He fingered one of her large, dark nipples and studied her face as she breathed faster.
He moved his other hand to the bush of her hot, wet cunt and thrust three fingers inside her. He worked them around and pressed his thumb roughly down on her clit.
She turned her head first one way then the other, wriggling her body, making her big tits quiver on her chest. "Oh God," she moaned. "God, I've been waiting for this for such a long time.
She looked up at him, put her arms round his neck and pulled herself up. She kissed him, pressing herself to him and rubbing herself up and down his hard, spare body while his fingers worked faster and faster inside her cunt.
He fell on her then, and plunged his prick deep down into the willing hole. She gasped and clutched at him. He grabbed her arms and pushed them down beside her body while he thrust into her as hard as he could. He was grunting and straining, tense and angry with desire. His heavy, fat cock made wet sounds as he drove it in and out. His thighs smacked against her ass. She twisted and writhed under him, eyes closed, teeth biting into her lower lip.
He could sense her rising excitement and control it with the thrusts of his prick. He watched her face as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm. He thrust deeper and still harder. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, just as she was on the verge of coming, he pulled his cock out of her.
For a moment there was nothing but the sound of his own heavy breathing. Then she let her breath out in a long, tortured cry. It became a moaning sound that she repeated as she sat up and reached for him. She grabbed his hips, trying to drag him back into her.
"Oh, please," she begged, "don't stop. Please don't stop fucking me."
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
"Fuck me," she whispered to him. "Fuck me, now."
She wriggled down toward him. He knelt astride her, his prick standing out strong and firm. He edged up until he was straddling her waist and sat down on her.
"I'll fuck you, but you have to suck it first."
She closed her eyes and shook her head violently from side to side. "I won't. I can't. This is the first time, you don't understand."
His fingers found her cunt. She tried to press her thighs together but he wormed his way into her easily, probing, massaging, caressing. He watched her face work into passion and arousal as he plunged first two, then three fingers into her.
"Suck it," he told her. "Suck it, or . . . no go." He slowly withdrew his fingers.
"I hate you," she said.
He moved further up, lowering his prick to her lips. She was breathing and her forehead was damp with perspiration. Strands of her hair lay matted across her face. She parted her lips.
He stroked her clit gently a few times. "Go on! Suck!" He moved his hips down quickly, plunging his prick into her mouth.
She made gagging noises but he had her pinned under him. There was no way she could squirm free. He grasped her head in both hands, twining his fingers into her hair.
Slowly she started tonguing the end of his prick. He moved his hips, pushing it in and out of her mouth. Her full, soft lips moved up and down the shaft.
He increased the rhythm and started pushing deeper, breathing hard as her mouth sent shivers of sharp sensation rushing throughout his body. He clenched his teeth with a mixture of exhilaration and pleasure as he looked down at her, accepting him in her lips. As he pushed his prick deeper and still deeper into her throat, her degradation excited him.
He felt the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him and held himself back. There was more he wanted to do. He pulled his prick out of her mouth and she turned her face from him.
He quickly pushed her over on her face and raised her ass. And then, while she knelt in front of him, he plunged his prick into her seeping cunt.
Her shiver of surprise and pleasure at the sudden thrust traveled along his prick like an electric shock. He started moving faster and faster and she breathed in time with his thrusts, gasping and sobbing He inserted his little finger in her asshole and worked it around, feeling his prick moving in and out. Just the other side of the membrane that separated the two openings.
Then he reached around and under her with both hands, catching one of her hanging breasts in his left hand and one in his right. He was panting hard, smacking his pelvis against her ass as hard as he could. He fucked her deeper and still deeper as he squeezed and kneaded her heavy, swaying tits.
"Don't stop again," she was crying. "Oh please, don't stop this time. I'm there . . . I'm there."
And then, as he pushed into her still harder, her words turned to formless cries and she had her orgasm. Great spasms shook her body as she came. Sweat rolled off her, her hair dangled over her contorted face. She collapsed, still crying and moaning. It was the last stimulus he needed. With a few final thrusts he felt his own passion reach its limits. The dam broke and his jizz spurted into her in great globs.
He groaned loudly as the last drop of cum had left him. He sat back on his heels, his shrinking prick slipping from her velvet sheath.
She fell over on her side, her breasts still heaving as she breathed in quick, shallow gasps and stared up at him.
"What happens now?" she said, looking up at him in the moonlight.
"I split."
"Where?"
"Wherever the road goes," he said, pulling his clothes back on.
"What's your name?" she said.
He paused, looking down at her beautiful but disheveled form. "Reginald," he said.
"I want to go with you," she said.
The room had nearly emptied. They had all taken their turns on Rusty and then went back to their own mommas..
Then Tiny was on top of her.
"Where's Cissy?" Rusty said.
"Who cares," Tiny replied. "It's you and me now."
He entered her high and almost at once the head of his prick rubbed across the erect little button at the very top of her cunt. She gasped and bit hard on her fist. She had already taken twenty or more cocks and Tiny's was the first to bring her immediately to the point of coming.
He went deeper and her convulsions were greeting him, the rippling muscles of her cunt sucked him farther into her. The suction was so complete he had no chance to pull out, even if he wanted to.
Soon he was seated in her, lying heavily on her, his balls pressing against her asshole. Their wet bodies were slippery and he used his elbows to keep them on an even keel.
"Ready?" he grunted.
She gasped her answer, blowing a damp wisp of hair from her lips. "Oh, yeah! Oh, shit yes! Fuck me, Tiny baby! Fuck me goddam good!"
His hips went up and then down. As he established his rhythm she was able to thrust her loins down and then up to meet him. Their thighs smacked but his piston-action was smooth, strong and clean.
It was only seconds before Rusty was climaxing again. She felt her cuntal walls convulse again and suck his cock more deeply into her cunt. As she expanded herself, he halted all movement and breathed heavily.
"Now you," she gasped.
"Now me."
It was as though he deliberately waited until she was finished before he would allow himself to come. He roared back into her cunt with his cock like the animal he was.
Then he was coming.
He screamed his joy as he shot.
His cum was boiling from the spitting end of his cock, pulsing into her, deep in her cunt.
He shuddered and collapsed on her like a deflated tire. She was slippery and steaming. His hair was a damp, black mop. He rested for several minutes.
"Tiny?"
"Yeah?" He didn't even bother to look up. He recognized Sheba's voice. He couldn't be bothered with her right now. She probably wanted him to fuck her. He was too busy fucking Rusty. From now on he was always going to be too busy fucking Rusty.
"Tiny," Sheba said again. "Whatta ya want?"
"This," Sheba said, and fired Leader's gun.
The bullet went through the top of Tiny's thick skull.
His body fell and railed off Rusty's.
"Jesus Christ, Sheba!" Rusty yelled. "You're fuckin' crazy!"
"One of the guys saw what happened. I found Rusty's body. You were never really a momma anyway, Rusty."
"SHEBA!"
"Good bye, Rusty." She fired again.
Rusty looked down. She saw the blood spreading across her left breast just before she fell across Tiny's body.
The room was full of red light. Sheba heard the sirens but they meant nothing to her as she dropped the gun and sat down to wait.