Chapter 6
Orin was still snoring loudly when Myron dumped Leader in the cell beside him. The cell that he had used, barely two hours before, to fuck the hell out of Jessica Laird.
After laying the gang leader on the cot he turned to the two girls. "I'm afraid you'll have to share the cell with him, unless you want me to put him in with Orin."
"Crummy goddam place," said Cissy. "Don't even have no women's detention."
"Sorry, but Orin goes crazy the first ten or fifteen minutes fight after he wakes up. He might be just an old drunk but he's strong as a bull. He'd tear your boy friend there apart."
The two girls merely shrugged as Myron locked the cell behind him and walked into the front office. Myron's deputy, Walker, was slouched at the desk. When the sheriff entered, he lifted his head. "You think, that's a good idea? Arresting those three?"
"Why not?" Myron said.
"Well," Walker replied, "you know there's only the two of us. An' there's twenty-some in that gang. If they should get it into their heads to come into town and get those three, how the hell we gonna stop 'em?"
"In the morning I'll take 'em over to Thompsonville and have 'em arraigned over there. That way the highway patrol can help if there's any trouble. Meanwhile, it's damn near morning," Myron said, stretching and yawning. "I'm gonna crap out for a couple of hours." He moved toward the thin cot in the corner of the room.
But Walker pushed his point. "But wouldn't it be better to just turn their tails loose and get 'em outta the county?"
"Can't," Myron replied, pulling his hat over his eyes. Laird wants to tress charges, an' he's the man."
Walker shrugged, but the look on his face was one of worry, tinged with fear. He'd seen how crazy these gangs could be. And this was a little town all by itself, far off the beaten track. He lifted a shotgun from the wall rack, pumped a cartridge into the chamber, and laid it across his lap. Then he pulled his hat over his eyes and leaned far back in his chair.
In the back of the jail, Leader had awakened. He rubbed his head as his vision cleared. He saw the two girls and then his eyes focused on the bars. "Oh, no
"Oh, yes," said Momma Sheba. "We're in the call"
"That stupid, fuckin' hick sheriff," he said. "When we get outta here, I'll beat the piss outta that dumb fuck."
"IF we get outta here," Cissy moaned. "That square we fucked over is the Mayor, the man himself. Jesus, don't they got no air-conditioning in this joint?"
Perspiration was pouring off all three of their bodies. Cissy stood and pulled her light sweater over her head. She then rolled it into a ball and used it to wipe the perspiration from her upper torso. Her huge tits juggled like fleshy melons as she bounced them dry with her hands.
"We'll get out," Leader said. "Don't worry about that. Jakey ain't gonna leave us in here for long."
"What the hell are you doin'?" Sheba asked Cissy.
"Gettin' naked, what the hell does it look like I'm doin'?" She had completely stripped and pulled herself up above the sink and lowered her ass into the bowl. "An' I'm gonna cool off while I clean up. Jesus, I got cum all over me."
Rusty had watched the girls work Lauren Laird over from a distance. When the sheriff had broken it up she had been disappointed, but when he hauled Leader and the two girls off to the slammer, Rusty was elated all over again.
She knew what a stupid move it was. Jakey and Tiny had already made their plans. In the morning the whale gang would ride into town and demand their release or else. Rusty, knew Laird was too stubborn to release them, so it would be the "or else".
Then Jessica and Lauren both would see how wrong they were to shut off little Caroline's money. She even wished she had the materials with her to change her hair back to its natural, golden blonde, color-so they would instantly recognize her.
On the other side of the clearing, Jakey lay nude on top of his bedroll. He had taken a dip in the river to sober up and get straight for the morning. It had been a mistake. He was wide awake and couldn't sleep.
He needed Momma Sheba, but she was down in the valley, in the can. Around him he could see a few couples making it. That made him even more horny. He fisted his cock and it leapt to an immediate erection in his hand. His eyes pierced the darkness around the outer limits of the clearing. The girls who weren't making it were already asleep. He could wake one of them, but she'd be half dead and a bum fuck. Besides, none of them were as good as his Momma Sheba, except Rusty, and Leader let her play a one-man game, the bastard.
Then, if his throbbing cock were telling him something, he remembered that Leader wan there. All that redhead's sweet pussy was laying over there all by itself.
Jakey didn't even stop to think of the consequences. He'd wanted some of that pussy in private for a long time. As far as he knew, no one but Leader had cut her. All the other girls had pulled the long train and fucked everybody, man or woman, when they were initiated into the outlaws. All of them except Rusty.
In Jakey's eyes, that meant Rusty wasn't really a Mamma Well, he thought, with a wide grin on his face, I think tonight's a good night to make a Momma out of her.
He slipped back into the trees and ran in a long arc around the clearing until he was only about ten yards from Leader's and Rusty's private fire. It had almost gone out; only red, glowing coals remained. They were the same color as the mane of hair that protruded from one end of the sleeping bag. As he crept closer, he realized that she was just on top of the bag, with a blanket pulled over her.
Rusty had turned in with her body still hot. Leader and she had been in the middle of a delicious fuck when Tiny had dragged her stepfather into the clearing. Now, as she lay under the blanket, there was still a terrible itching between her legs.
She knew the feeling. It was always like that just before she came, but now she wasn't going to come. The fires would slowly die. But there was still the scratching.
Since Cissy was gone, she had even thought of crawling through the naked bodies until she found Tiny. She enjoyed fucking Leader, but she had often watched Tiny fucking Cissy or one of the other girls, and wished that the cunt taking that huge hunk of meat was her own. Tiny was the only man in the gang besides Leader that she really wanted to fuck.
The sheer stamina of the giant, plus the length and width of his gigantic cock, had really begun to intrigue Rusty. She was about to roll from beneath the blanket when she heard a noise close to her. She could hear heavy breathing and the thought struck her that maybe Tiny had had the same idea.
He did, along with Jakey. They nearly bumped into each other in the dark as Jakey started crawling toward Rusty's place by the fire.
"What you doin' here?" Jakey hissed.
"The same fuckin' thing you are," Tiny whispered. "Judging from the hard-on you got between your fuckin' legs and the one I got in my britches, it looks like we both need a little poon-tang."
"God dammit, Tiny, she might not let us both fuck her."
"Well, what the hell we gonna do, flip for it?" Tiny smiled, caressing the huge hunk of cock meat that ran, hard, down his thigh.
Jakey thought. He wanted the Leader's redhead more than he wanted any other cunt in the world. He didn't want to lose her on a coin toss. He might never get a chance like this again.
"What the hell," he finally declared, "she's a Momma, ain't she? Then she oughta be glad to fuck us both. C'mon."
Rusty heard every word they said. With the blanket tucked under her chin, she pretended to be asleep, her eyes narrowed into slits so that she could peer from under the lashes. She watched as they crawled closer and closet to her.
Shit, she thought, her mind racing. She wanted Tiny to reach her first, so she could whisper to him to get rid of Jakey, and she would fuck his brains out. She didn't like Jakey; he repulsed her, even if Momma Sheba claimed he had the most educated cock in the gang.
She devised a plan. Maybe, if she pretended to be asleep, they would go away. Then she would go find Tiny and take him down to the river bank.
Then they were both by her side, their eyes wide.
"Guess we're all set," Tiny whispered.
"What the fuck we so quiet about," Jakey suddenly said, anger in his voice. "Nobody's gonna bother us, an' she's a Momma, ain't she? Hell, fuckin' her is all right!"
Tiny smiled. "Yeah. . shit, if they put Cissy in with Leader in that hick jail, I bet he's fuckin' the piss out of her right now."
"Yeah, and Sheba, too," Jakey agreed. "No need to let this broad go on with her beauty sleep. Let's roll her ass out."
"Wait a minute," Tiny said. "I got an idea."
While Rusty watched, pretending to be asleep, Tiny knelt over her and began to tug at the blanket. She could see the heavy length of cock bulging in his pants and her pussy twitched for it.
But she could also see Jakey's dirty face only inches from her head. She could see the dark stubble of hair on his chin, see the blackhead on his cheekbone and smell the acrid staleness of his shirt. Hardly the lover she had waited for, even if he did have a nice-sized hard already in its advanced stages and dripping clear fluid just a few inches from her lips. She still preferred Tiny.
Tiny was still working on the blanket. He pulled gently until her fingers were loosened and the blanket inched away from her face.
"Hey, good idea, man! Real good idea," Jakey breathed. "Let's not disturb the little lady until we have to. She might fuss a bit."
Rusty continued to control her breathing, working to suck air into her lungs in long, slow breaths, as though in deep and exhausted sleep. Her loins were hot and moist, and the presence of the two night visitors did nothing to help her relax and cool her body.
She twitched and heard one of them inhale, but then she resumed her deep breathing. Jakey touched his partner on the shoulder and whispered, "Keep going. Don't quit now."
Tiny continued to pull the blanket until her throat was bared. She felt the cool air creeping down her skin as the blanket slipped away. Then her shoulders were bare and finally the rough material was sliding over her breasts. Even the slight irritation of the blanket passing across her bra aroused her nipples, making them perfectly erect. They had always been that way. She could become excited as a child simply by dancing with her breasts against a boy's chest. Her nipples had always betrayed her when she'd wanted to keep cool.
The blanket went to her waist and there was a pause and then a low whistle. "Look at that." She watched Jakey's eyes widen. "What a pair of lungs."
"Yeah, even in a bra they look like something from a French peep show."
The blanket moved on and it was dragging across her ribs. She moved her belly up and down slowly, in concert with her breasts.
The rough wool was down to her hips and then going over her loins. She felt it being lifted from her knees and then it was tossed away. She stirred and half-rolled to her side before letting her weight roll her to bet Wok once again.
"Jesus, did you see them knockers move inside that sling? Man, I gotta see the big picture-all of it."
She was able to look down toward her feet. The twin peaks of her breasts pointed straight up in the antiseptic white cups of her bra. Still, they looked sexy, even to her. Below, she could see her ribs and the rise and fall of her belly. Slowly she lifted a knee, as though still squirming in sleep, and looked along the length of her thigh.
They got the skirt off and tossed it aside. Then they performed an engineering feat on Rusty's shoulders, easing her up so they could loosen her bra clasp at the rear and ease the straps down over her arms. They took the bra away and gasped at her breasts.
"Christ, nipples like frosting on a cake. Just as sweet, too, I'll bet."
"Look at her pants, right over the pussy."
Their faces came close. "Goddamn, wet! You suppose she's dreaming this is happening and we're getting her all worked up? Wouldn't that be a gas if she had a wet dream?"
They began to roll Rusty's panties down, working the nylon over her hips. Her belly button gave them a moment's pause as they gazed into its heaving depths.
The panties were removed, sliding down her thighs with an irritating tickle. She felt each foot being lifted to ease the passage of her last garment. Then they both stood over her.
"Hey, Tiny, ain't that somethin'?"
"Sure, Jakey. Ready to take a ride?"
"How will we start?"
"How the fuck do you suppose?" Tiny replied. Just then Rusty opened her eyes. "Hey, she's awake."
"Get the fuck out of here," Rusty said. "You've had your kicks, now split."
"No way, baby," Jakey rasped. "I been waitin' a long time for this piece of your pussy. You might as well roll over and cooperate, 'cause we ain't leavin' 'til we get what we came for. Right, Tiny?" "A--" Tiny seemed reluctant.
Rusty's eyes met his. She couldn't read anything in them, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. But before she could move, Jakey's hand came down with a resounding thump on her ass.
"Look at that quiver. Like a thick chunk of rubber. Bet she's like that all over."
They grasped her shoulder and pulled her around to her back. At once Jakey lunged at her breasts, sinking his fingers in deeply. Rusty fought him off and then she managed to sit up, her arms whirling before her as she swung hard at them.
"Hey, see the spitfire fight back!" Jakey shouted.
They fell back as Rusty got up. She took a step toward them and they jumped on her like jackals. Each lunged for an arm and before she could land a solid blow they held her at elbows and wrists.
She squirmed, twisted her body and kicked out. Her heel caught Jakey in the groin and he let go, bending over in pain. Tiny held on and caught her free arm, finally trapping her hands behind her.
Jakey lunged at her and buried his doubled fist in her belly. Rusty bent over, grabbing her stomach. Jakey's knee came up and met her face. She cried out and fell on the ground, puking.
"Jesus, Jakey," Tiny said, "you shouldn't 'a done that. Damn, you're gonna fuck her all up."
"Pigs on this proud bitch," Jakey hissed, his eye maniacal. "I been wantin' her for a long time. She thinks her cunt's gold. Well, I wanta see if it is." "Yes... but, Jakey look at her."
"You a chicken shit? All I see is tits an' pussy. I'm gonna fuck her or kill her, and if Leader don't like it, I'll kill him too."
Tiny had never seen Jakey so crazy before. And, in spite of his great strength, he felt small beside the smaller man's crazed determination.
Jakey dropped beside her. He started pawing her huge tits, fondling them as he dig his thumbs into her nipples.
She cried out at the pain. Suddenly, feeling his ugly body over her and looking up into his contorted face, she realized what it meant to be a cycle momma, what it was like to be a slave to some slob who wasn't worth her spit. Until now, she hadn't been a part of it. She had been above it, never allowing herself to be degraded like the other girls.
And now that she realized what she had become, she didn't want it any longer.
The gang lieutenant was pulling at her knees, trying to force them apart. She clamped them together and held them that way until he began to beat her in the stomach.
"Spread them, you big bitch. Spread your fucking cunt or I'll rip it out!" Jakey demanded.
Rusty's strength was going fast. Finally, with a gasp of despair, she allowed him to pry her thighs open. He shot his hands inside, snaking them up the insides of her thighs and then plunging into her blonde nest.
He was pinching her lips, his fingers twisting her most precious flesh painfully. He was down on her breasts now, taking Lust one nipple and then the other between his lips. He bit hard and she was certain he was tasting her blood.
"God, leave me alone!" she screamed.
"Not on your life, baby," he snapped, ramming a fist against her loins.
She could feel her body respond. It had to. No woman could have her body worked over in such intimate fashion and not allow her juices to begin flowing. She wanted to turn them off, but it wasn't possible. His hands were probing everywhere; in her face, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, under her arms. There was no place they didn't violate. She was still struggling, even as her body heat rose. She would fight them until her strength gave out completely, and that time wasn't far off.
Over Jakey's shoulder, she could see Tiny's face twisted in indecision. He was biting his lip, looking from his own partially exposed crotch to her beautiful naked body. She tried to meet his eyes with hers.
Silently, Rusty tried to talk to him with just the movement of her lips. She tried to tell him that she was more than willing to fuck him if he would just get rid of Jakey.
He wouldn't look at her.
And then Jakey's cock was at her cunt, throbbing and pounding, seeking an entrance. He prodded her cunt with his cock and his fingers, but her muscles were strong. She wouldn't let him in.
"Let me in, you cunt," Jakey shrieked. "Let my cock in or I'll kill your ass."
Jakey wrapped his fingers around her throat and started to squeeze. She looked up into his wild, crazy eyes and knew he meant it. What the hell, she thought. She relaxed her muscles and his cock slid clear to the hilt inside her.
She had been damp, but not wet. His ramming prick hurt her. She matched his lunges, letting her cunt take over her body, hoping it would get wet soon and the pain would lessen.
And then she heard a tremendous roar. She opened her eyes in time to see Tiny's huge, ham-like hand land with a thud on the back of Jakey's neck. The lieutenant's body rolled off hers and sagged to the ground. His head tilted at a crazy angle on his shoulders.
"The son-of-a-bitch is crazy," he said. "I'm sorry, Rusty."
She didn't answer him. He had Obviously made his decision. His pants were off and his shirt was yanked open. He stood in his stocking feet, his gigantic prick a full foot in front of his hairy black groin. Jakey's prick had done its job. Her pussy was burning and soaking wet. His cock was longer and thicker than she had ever seen it. Suddenly, she wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted Leader's.
Tiny stepped over her naked form and crouched beside Jakey's inert body. "Oh my God. Oh, shit!" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Rusty said, her mouth watering as she watched his long prick bob.
"He's dead," Tiny said. "Jeez, I didn't mean to kill the son-of-a-bitch."
"Are you sure?" Rusty said, a calm composure in her voice.
"Yeah. I broke his fuckin' neck. What do we do?"
"We bury the bastard," Rusty said, "but not right now."
"Huh?"
"Right now I want you to fuck me. C'mere."
Her eyes gleamed like her body. Tiny's lusty instincts came to the surface. He thought for a- brief second of Jakey's lifeless body. She spread her legs. He gasped as he saw her pink, wet cunt. Jesus, she's beautiful, he thought. He wanted her, so why not take her right now.
She felt the same way. The fact that Tiny had just killed someone excited her. It turned her on more than anything had in her whole life.
She breathed deeply, making her full tits rise toward him. Her full, ripe body moved restlessly and her muscles rippled through the rich swells of her breasts.
He moved close to her, blocking out the moonlight with his huge body. His enormous prick, fully erect, danced before her eyes, the round, heavily-ridged knob flaring deeply red.
It was a magnificent shaft, she thought, fat as the devil at the root and that roundness not at all diminishing at the tip.
Leader, she smiled, take a back seat, for I have found myself a man with a much bigger cock. Absently, her fingers fondled her fur-covered cuntlips. His fingers replaced hers, as he stood beside her, his scent musky and as intoxicating as that of a healthy animal.
"Come to me," she whispered.
Tiny planted a trail of kisses along her tensed thighs, her belly, her aching ribs, her armpits, awakening the nerve ends, expertly heightening her pleasure, preparing for the moment when he would drive his shaft through her open cuntlips.
Her hands stroked his erection. She knew its size, but the hardness caused her to gasp. It was large, rigid, yet malleable. Cushioned on her warm stomach, Tiny gathered his breath, reared up and plunged down, deep down.
The joining was smooth. Rusty's long, lush body bucked under his like mad and it made his prick harden even more.
He ground her tits in his huge hands. "You like 'em, Tiny? You like my tits?"
"I love 'em, baby," he growled.
His cock was huge, like a powerhouse of passion as it skewered her cunt.
While his ass rose and fell, she tossed herself about, thrilled by the friction. When he rode her faster, she convulsed. He pressed his face against her breasts, gripping her twisting ass and stabbing like a murderer.
Rusty shivered and pumped up harder, rolling her hips in a circular motion to ring the cock that was so rock-hard. Her womb tightened. She felt the hot squirts of his cum and she rose up, carrying him with her.
"Again . . ." she said. "I want it again, right away. Don't stop!"
"Don't worry, baby," Tiny said. "I'm granite." "Thai's it, That's it. Oh, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me! Tiny, fuck my cunt!"
He smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming faster and longer and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight, but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off a wondrous odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm and squeezing with the full force of his hands. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his cock. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his Icing staff.
"I love it," she screamed into his ear. "I love that cock ramming home. Don't stop.. . go, GO!"
He worked one hand further under her bouncing ass and managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her cunt, thereby increasing the pressure on her tiny clit.
"I love it too, honey," he moaned. "My cock is loving your pussy."
Her hips pumped even faster, matching the pace and rhythm of his. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen prick. He spread his legs so he could drive her down even harder.
Rusty's legs were now draped around his back, her heels digging into his hard, lean buttocks. The sounds that filled the night were animal. Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. Tiny could feel it coming. Starting at the base of his spine, building, and rising toward his lengthy cock.
"Oh, fill me up, full, fill me up," she screamed, her body suddenly a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
He was there.
She was there.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Rusty's cunt pulsated and throbbed. He could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her own hot juices over his spurting cock. Her cunt was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured stream after stream of white, hot liquid into her.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. Again and again they came, spasm after spasm rocking their bodies.
At last Rusty's legs collapsed as Tiny slumped onto her heaving body, his head buried between her breasts. His cock still throbbed in her young, wet cunt. He pulled it out slowly, moved upward until he could feel her soft belly against his cock, and began to lazily rub their mixture of juices together as their bodies relaxed.
And then she slid, smoothly and quickly, from beneath his body. Her manner changed, as did the tone of her voice.
"All right, let's go," she said, pulling on her clothes.
"Where?"
"Into that hick town. You bury that bastard. I'll ride his bike. No matter who asks, we tell 'em the asshole spilt during the night. Nobody will really give a shit. Hurry up, damn it. I'll get everybody else up."
Tiny moved. He didn't realize it, but a momma had just taken command of The Devils.