Chapter 8
Cindy awoke to the throbbing intensity of sound outside her window. She rolled off the bed and opened the curtain in curiosity. The young girl gasped as she saw the long line of powerful machines threading their way down Main Street, two abreast.
At the front was a tall, beautiful girl with long, flowing red hair. As Cindy looked back down the line of black-jacketed bikers, she felt a thrill of sensuality race up her spine. They were all bearded, with long hair that lay straight to their shoulders.
There was something grim, yet erotically exciting, in their stem faces. Without realizing it, she started imagining herself on the back of one of the machines, her arms tightly around the wild man in front of her.
The bikers rode directly to the front of the jail, fanned out in a long line in front of the building, and stopped. They pound the handles of the machines back and forth until the whole town was echoing from the powerful roar.
Something excited her beyond her wildest dreams. The familiar way the girls sat on the bikes with their hands on their men, the way the men sat, cocky and sure of themselves. They all looked big and mean and ugly, but somehow it excited Cindy.
She felt warmth and wetness between her legs. She slid a hand down into the front of her pajamas until her fingers curled between her thighs. Her pussy was secreting juices, so much so that the fleshy part of her thighs was soaked.
She started pulling her night clothes off as she ran to the closet.
Myron replaced the receiver and turned to Walker. "Lauren will be right down. Cover me, I'm gonna go out and talk to 'em."
He stepped out onto the porch and stopped just short of the street. The morning sun was already high in the sky. He tugged his hat down until his eyes were shaded.
"You got my man and two mommas in there," Rusty said, quieting the huge machine between her legs.
"Who are you?" Myron asked. He couldn't remember seeing the beautiful redhead the previous evening around the campfire.
"I'm Leader's momma. You got Leader in there, so I'm the Leader. Let him go!"
"I can't do that," Myron said, hoping Walker was at the window with the shotgun as growls came from the men on both sides of the redhead.
"Let's take 'em," Tiny said. "Shit, Rusty, I'll shove that pea shooter on his hip up his ass before he gets it out." The huge man rolled his leg off his bike and stood. He was even more gigantic than Myron remembered. The young sheriff unbuckled the leather strap over his gun and stepped two paces back on the porch.
"The Mayor's comin' down here right now. When he gets here we'll have a little talk. Maybe he'll drop the charges."
"Then what happens?" Rusty said.
"If you all will give me your word you'll get out of the county, I'll turn the others loose."
"Can we see 'em?" Rusty asked.
"Just one of you," Myron replied.
"Bullshit," Tiny said, and started forward.
Walker's voice boomed from the window behind Myron. "Take one more step, you big motherfucker, and I'll blow your legs off at the knees."
"It's okay, Tiny," Rusty said, grabbing the big man's arm and stepping round him. "I'll go in alone."
Myron tried, but couldn't keep his eyes off her fleshy ass in the too-tight jeans, as she stepped around him and entered the building. God, he thought, she is beautiful. He wondered how the hell she had gotten mixed up with this bunch.
"Momma, am I glad to see you," Leader exclaimed, when Rusty appeared in front of the cell. "Even in the house of Fuzz."
"Hello, baby," Rusty said, and nodded at Clay and Momma Sheba. "You been takin' care of my man?"
"Like he was our own Daddy," Sheba said, squeezing her full breasts together as she winked at Rusty.
"I'll bet," said the redhead, smiling.
"You gettin' us outta here?" asked Clay.
"Where's Jakey?" Sheba asked.
"He split."
"He what?" Leader said.
"He split. He chickened out sometime during the night. Tiny told me that Jakey said he didn't wanna take on the whole town. When we packed up this morning, he was gone."
"But I'm sure I heard his bike out there," Leader said.
"I was ridin' it," Rusty said. "He split without it."
Sheba was sure that Jakey might some day leave her beside the road somewhere, but she knew he would never leave his bike. She started to say something, but Walker shouted from the front of the jail.
"Hey, Myron, you better get up here right away. Cindy's out there with 'em."
"Shit," Myron said, and started to move. Then he remembered and turned back to Rusty. "Lean against the wail and spread your legs!"
"Why?" Rusty said. "You want a little?"
"I want to make sure you don't have any weapons to pass on to them."
Rusty laughed and did as she was told. Myron ran his hands up the outside of her legs and shivered involuntarily as they moved over her lush thighs and full hips. God, he thought, she's got a fantastic body.. He started up the inside of her legs. As his hands hit the inner parts of her thighs, just below her ass, she spread them and lowered her pussy onto his hand. He jumped back as though he had been stung.
Leader laughed from the cell. "Too hot to handle, Sheriff?"
"Turn around!" Myron said, his voice quivering with both anger and desire. His face was a bright red.
"What now?" Rusty asked, a wide, challenging grin spreading across her face.
"You got anything in your shirt?" Myron said.
"Sure," Rusty replied, tugging her shirt wide open and exposing the twin, rose-tipped, huge breasts. "The sweetest pair of tits you'll ever see."
Again Myron blushed and averted his eyes. Jesus, Rusty thought, the asshole's a gentleman. If she did that to anyone in the gang, they'd be slobbering over her tits in two seconds.
"Go ahead, Sheriff," Leader shouted, "take a good, big bite! You can remember what they tasted like while I'm pounding the shit out of you later." He smiled at Rusty. She returned the smile, but kept her eyes on Myron. Suddenly, she closed the shirt and rebuttoned it. For some reason, she felt embarrassed to be so wanton in front of the handsome young sheriff.
"All right," Myron said. "Talk all you want to. I'll be back in a minute." He turned on his heel and strode through the door.
Again, Sheba started to ask about Jakey, but Leader jumped ahead of her. "When's my gun?"
"Tiny's got it, but I told him not to use it," Rusty said. She then told him about the possibility of the Mayor dropping the charges.
"What if he doesn't?" Cissy asked.
"Then, we'll farce him," Rusty said. "We'll take over the town and his own house.
"You know where he lives?" Leader asked.
"Oh, yeah," Rusty replied. "I know exactly where he lives."
Jessica heard her husband's conversation and then the car moving down the lane away from the house. "Dirty prick, son-of-a-bitch," she mumbled as she moved from the bed to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and let the steaming hot water soak the distaste of the early morning rape from her body.
She hated Lauren more, at that moment, than at any other time in their lives. And what angered her even more was her frustrations. He couldn't satisfy her and she was mad because she had succumbed and even let him try.
As she stepped from the shower and started toweling herself, she wished she could find some way to totally humiliate him and get revenge for what he had done. Jessica powdered her sleek body down and paused to stare at herself in the mirror.
"Shut," she said aloud, "you're beautiful. And man, woman, or boy would give his eye teeth to crawl around over that body. Why waste it on that old son-of-a-bitch?"
"Mrs. Laird? Mrs. Laird?"
The voice came from the bottom of the stairs. It was the gardener's son, young Juan. He wanted the usual weekly instructions about mowing the yard.
"Yes, Juan," she called. "Come on up. We can talk while I'm putting on my make-up."
Jessica shrugged into a filmy garment that swept her ankles, not from modesty, but because she didn't want the young boy to see her nearly nude. She belted it loosely. Her large breasts were still prominently visible, but the material did hide the dark, full bush of her pussy.
She hurried to the door just as the boy started knocking. The fragile robe was still swishing about her legs when she swung it open on the boy. An idea hit her the second she saw his eyes travel in wonder up and down her body. His wide-eyed state had told her that one of her long, slender legs had escaped the robe and she knew his gaze hadn't missed her breasts under the thin material of the robe.
"Come in, Juan," she said, not moving. His shoulders were forced to brush her breasts as he moved through the narrow opening.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, his body already quivering at what his eyes had seen. "I-I can wait downstairs."
"Nonsense," she said, closing the door behind her. "Sit here on the bed. I'll sit by the vanity. We can talk."
He did as she asked, turning his hat in his slender hands and keeping his eyes on the ceiling. She watched his nervousness in the mirror.
Just the Jesus, Jessica thought, it's satisfaction of having this guy stare at Lauren and knowing he was getting what the old bastard couldn't get would be revenge enough. And, who knows, it might be fun. He was a good-looking boy, big, with strong, wide shoulders and dark, Latin good looks. She might even take him on as a full-time lover. She was getting tired of Myron, anyway.
"I would have thought you were older. From your size, I'd say you're old enough to vote, and drink, and sleep with girls."
His eyes met hers as his face burned blight red. He didn't say anything, but she saw desire in his eyes. She looked away from him so he could examine her naked thighs and the fullness of her pink-tipped tits through the thin material.
Go ahead, little man, she said to herself. Get a good look at a real woman and get your dick hard.
She moved around until she faced him and held a hand mirror in front of her face so he couldn't watch her studying his reactions. She was doing things to him. There was a very manly bulge rising in the front of his trousers. Her mind suddenly reeled with the game; she was going to fuck a boy, a little boy, and she somehow knew she was going to love it.
Slowly, she spread her milky thighs, knowing the movement would draw the boy's eyes to her crotch. The gown fell away from her legs. The dark shadow of her pubic bush was clearly visible between her spread thighs.
His cock continued to swell.
"What do you think you should do today, Juan?" she said, arching her back, thrusting her rigid nipples against the thin material.
"Any-any-anything you want me to do, Mrs. Laird," he said, his voice choking.
"Anything?" she smiled, placing the hand mirror on the vanity, and meeting his eyes. "Do you have a lot of girl friends, Juan?"
"My dad says to leave the girls alone until I'm twenty-one, he replied, unable to keep his eyes from dropping to her exposed body.
Jessica rose and crossed to the bed. "I have to do my exercises now," she said, stretching out on her back. "We can just keep talking. Do you agree with your father?"
"N-no," he said, the perspiration standing out on his forehead.
Jessica's body was building into a sexual inferno. She was going to have this boy. There was no doubt about it now. She felt as though her pussy would come from just the anticipation. She shuddered slightly, resisting the strong temptation to massage her warmly flushed breasts and pinch the stony nipples.
Slowly, she leaned back on the bed, drew her feet up until her heels rested on the edge. Her curved calves were pressed firmly against her smooth thighs. Jessica spread her knees far apart so he could see the pink slit of her pussy.
She watched his intent face through mere slits of her eyes. Her gaze lowered to his crotch and she smiled. His cock was fully swollen and she knew that if the restraint of his clothes was gone, it would stand up stiff and ready.
It seemed obvious Juan wasn't going to be the aggressor. He seemed satisfied to stare at her legs, hot breasts, and the little pillow between her legs, The inner muscles of her cunt were throbbing and she sensed her juices boiling. Little bastard, she swore mentally, come on and take off your clothes and remove my robe and lay me!
Slowly, languidly, she lowered her feet to the thick carpet and sat up. She leaned forward slightly so Juan could stare at her tits and the dark areola and the nipples.
"Come here," she whispered.
"Why?" he asked nervously.
She didn't answer him. His apparent fright served only to increase Jessica's lust. Ever so slowly, she removed her gown and slipped it over her head, tousling her thick hair. She let him ogle her for a couple of minutes, then stood up.
"What are you doing?" he choked.
"Undressing, silly," Jessica winked at him. "Come here!"
Still he didn't move, and then she reached for him. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers, pleased to find he wore no belt. She had to use both hands to skid his zipper and slip the flat hook from its eye. Then his pants gaped wide and Jessica was nearer her goal. She could feel the heat emanating from inside his white Jockey shorts.
She quickly pushed his pants down around his ankles.
"It's not what I'm going to do to you," she cooed, stepping close to him so her tits grazed his hairless chest. "It's what you are going to do to me. You are going to have the first piece of tail in your life. You are going to fuck me, my sweet Juan!"