Chapter 13
The swamp always had that stagnant stink of alligators and frogs and lizards. There were poisonous water moccasins there, as well.
Rachel hated this place. Only the swamp witch felt comfortable living here, in this oversized bog at the foot of the Ozarks, and that was one woman Rachel had no intention of meeting.
Huge trees with their claw-like branches grew on whatever land in the swamp wasn't covered with stinking water. But the west side of the swamp was the worst place. It had the deepest mud holes and the largest, smelliest bogs.
It was Friday, and school was out, finished for the rest of the summer. Rachel knew her days would be occupied with men wanting to fuck her if she stayed around here, but at the moment she didn't have much choice.
She knew of the one footpath leading through the west side of the swamp to the water's edge, and at the end of it, she found the sheriff waiting with two other people. One was a male, and the other was a female. Both were bound and gagged and in a boat. The sheriff motioned for Rachel to get into the boat, as well. The boat had an outboard motor, and the sheriff started it up. It wasn't until they were in the middle of the water that Rachel realized he meant to go to the swamp witch's shack.
"Sheriff, you gotta be crazy," Rachel gasped. That ain't no woman to be foolin' with. Besides, why you takin' these people out there?"
"Simple," he smiled. "This here's that there northern couple ah caught in mah speed trap, yestiddy, no two days ago. They ain't got no money to pay the fine. Ah want some of this northern poon, honey, but the woman's been kinda stubborn. So ah'm takin' 'em out here in the swamp to show 'em what'll happen iffn she don't put out. To start with, ah'll hang the man in front of her. Then ah'll rape the shit outta her anyway, and ah'll leave her here in the swamp, at the swamp witch's place. Iffn you don't bring some-thin' of value when you go th that old hag's place, and she finds you, she don't ask no questions. She jes' makes you disappear."
"What you got of value?" Rachel asked.
"Shee-tt! This here's Friday. The old bag is out pickin' her herbs and stuff on the north-east side of the swamp. She ain't gonna be back fer four hours yet. Ah don't need nuthin' of value. But ah figger her shack's as good a place as any to get laid. Ah hear she got herself a nice bed there."
Five minutes later the boat put-putted up onto a dry patch of land in the middle of the swamp and the sheriff turned off the engine. There was the swamp witch's cabin, and outside was a huge, gnarled old tree. It looked like no tree Rachel had ever previously seen. But the sheriff wasted no time. He hauled the man out of the boat, dragged him over to the tree, forced him to stand on a rotting wooden crate he found near the side of the shack, and then looped a rope around his neck, threw it over one of the heavy overhanging branches, and tied it to the bole of the tree.
"Now you jes' stand there," he told the man. "You kin look in the window of the shack and see what ah'm gonna do to these two ladies, iff'n you like, but don't get too excited and jump."
Rachel was horrified. She knew the sheriff wouldn't kill her, because she had the good sense to be scared of him. But these two northerners, even though more than a little frightened, had no idea how powerful he was in these parts. Neither believed he would actually commit murder. Still, they didn't want to risk it. What they didn't know was, when he was finished using the woman, he would hang the man anyway, and then he would probably drown the woman.
"Now you," he said to the woman, yanking her out of the boat and pushing her into the shack along with Rachel. "You're gonna do jes' what I say, 'cause iff n you don't, ah'm gonna hang thet there man of yours right in front of you."
"Easy, sheriff," Rachel gasped. "She ain't gonna fight you."
"Neither are you, snipply li'l bitch," the fat man guffawed. "You got a good mouth there, Rachel. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste, so ah'm gonna make use of you and this here woman, too. You untie her, now."
They were in the wooden shack, the northern woman on the floor. The shack itself was clean enough, considering where it was and who lived here. Off to the left as one entered was a large set of shelves containing the countless potions mixed up by the swamp witch. At the rear of the shack were jars and jugs containing the different items the woman used to mix her potions. To the right was an old bed with a thick, down mattress.
Rachel dropped to her knees and began peeling the tape used to bind and gag the woman away. The sheriff watched, fascinated at the whimpers of pain coming from the golden-haired northern woman, whose name Rachel soon learned was Kathy. She was a zoftic woman, with large breasts barely hidden by her torn green dress, ample hips, and a slightly rounded belly. She had a straight nose and gray eyes.
When Rachel had all the tape off Kathy, the sheriff snapped, "Okay, you two, let's give what's-his-name hangin' around out there a thrill. Off with the clothes so he kin see both of you, nekkid."
The tall blonde was obviously frightened out of her wits by now, never dreaming any human being would do this to another. She hurriedly removed her torn clothing, revealing the fact that her left side was covered with a series of ugly black and blue marks, where the sheriff had obviously hit her the previous day when she had refused to put out for him in jail.
Rachel got to her feet and shed her gingham dress. At the same time the sheriff pulled open his fly, pulling out his thickly swollen cock. It looked even more horrible in the light of day.
"Okay," he said to Rachel. "You've had the old pecker in your mouth afore. Suppose you jes' fall on your knees and get another lip lock on it. You, Kathy, or whatever your name is, you come over here and take my clothes off n me."
He was holding his revolver, as if to let everyone there know he wouldn't hesitate to use it. A shot out here wouldn't be heard by anyone. Rachel dropped to her knees and wiggled her way over to where the sheriff was standing. She looked up at the gun in his hand, the sightless barrel looking right back at her. Then she quickly looked away. She found herself inwardly terrified, trembling, wondering if he possibly intended killing her, as well. She panted, and the sheriff, impatient, grabbed her by her long brown hair and jerked her lovely face against his cock.
"You git those lips and tongue moving, you bitch," he told her. "Or maybe you want I should knock some of your teeth out to make you an even better cocksucker."
"No, sheriff," she gasped. "I'll suck, don't worry!"
She curled her fingers around the shaft of his half-hard cock, squeezing it, feeling the pulsations in it. Moments before, it had been solid, but now it was getting limp. She knew it was due to the sheriffs excess drinking, but she also knew if she didn't harden it in a hurry he might blow her head off. So she lowered her pertly tantalizing lips to the penis and began kissing it. The sheriff brought the barrel of his gun down against the side of Rachel's head very gently and he moved the hammer back and forth lightly, letting her know how easy it would be for him to make the gun go off. Rachel, more terrified than ever, moved her mouth more quickly, rapidly covering the glans of his cock with a flurry of wetly sucking kisses.
"Thass much better, Rachel-baby," he laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, thass pretty damn good. Yessuh! You jes' keep doin' that and we're alia us gonna be one happy family here. You might make a first-class cocksucker afore ah'm through with you."
He motioned for Kathy to start to work on him, and she unbuttoned his shirt, her hands moving mechanically, as if she were an android. The sheriff gripped her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her face to his, kissing her viciously. He drove his probing tongue between her thin lips and began flicking it about inside her unmoving mouth, by Kathy simply didn't respond and after a while the sheriff shoved her away, noting she spat on the floor as if trying to wipe his kisses away. Her gray eyes glistened with hate more than fear.
"You lousy northern tramp." the sheriff yelled at her. Lifting the gun, he aimed at her head, saying, "You put out fer thet there feller hangin' out there, didn'tcha? Ah oughtta blow thet pretty little head right offn your neck." His face turned red as his features twisted into a horrible grimace. "Ah really oughtta kill you and him."
"I won't beg you for my life," Kathy muttered. "And if you hang Don out there, well I'll let you kill me before I do anything at all for you. So you go ahead and do what you want. You may be scaring the hell out of me, but I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of doing anything you really like.
"Zat a fact," the sheriff snapped. Honey, we'll see jes' whatcher gonna do and wharcha ain't gonna do. But first I got me a score to settle with Rachel here. So you jes' hoist your bare ass on the bed over there and spread them there legs nice 'n' wide."
All the time he was talking, the terrified Rachel sucked away on his throbbing cock, her tongue flailing over the flesh baton, but despite all of her oral efforts, the penis seemed to shrink rather than grow, probably because of the man's irritation with Kathy.
"C'mon, Rachel, get those lips agoin', " the sherrif loudly bellowed, a note of panic creeping into his voice as if he was well aware how difficult it was for him to maintain an erection for any length of time. The only reason he had been able to get it up the other night was his not having used it in a week. But now it was only two days later, and his cock didn't seem to be ready for more. "You suck thet cock of mine until it's nice and stiff and hard. Either you git it hard, or.. . . " he pressed the barrel of his service revolver against her head again, ". . . ah'll blast that pretty head of yours clean off."
More horrified than ever, Rachel began sobbing, the tears pouring from her eyes as she sucked on the huge, flabby cock. Exploding sobs raked her body and seemed to blast around the penile head.
"Stop thet shit cryin' and suck, fer Christ sake! Suck!"
Rachel's lips pulled harder, working like a liqueous vacuum cleaner as they franticlly worked away at the head of the man's throbbing penis. The wet walls of her inner cheeks wrapped themselves firmly and solidly around the bulge of his thick glans as she set the tip of her tantalizing tongue against the head of his slowly re-awakening beef roll of love meat. The tongue whirled and turned and swirled as her lips continued nibbling and teasing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the sheriff cried in triumph. Thass the way, Rachel! Yeah, you cunt, you. You're gettin' it nice and hard, now. Yeah! A kin feel it solidifying in yer mouth. Suck it, Rachel! Jes' keep on suckin' till ah tell you to stop."
Kathy, who was lying on the bed, began shaking her head with disgust. She saw how terrified Rachel was, and she began to understand how sick this man was. He was whacko enough to actually end up killing them. She had to help the girl, get the sheriff off-guard, get that gun away from him, and kill him, first. So she rose from the bed and walked over to where the sheriff was standing, smiling at him for the first time.
"Well, what have we here." the sheriff asked. "Shee-it! You see what a big cock ah got, an' you figger it's somethin' worth havin', huh? Ah'll bet thet panty-waist standin' out there under thet there tree ain't got hisself a cock this big. Shee-itt! Ah'll bet he don't even know how to really use what he's got 'tween his legs."
Kathy smiled, nodding her head as if agreeing with him. She knew now that the only chance she, Don, and the other girl had of surviving this horrible ordeal facing them was to keep the sheriff occupied as much as possible until they somehow or other drained him or diverted him long enough for Kathy to get her hands on that gun.
"Well," the sheriff grunted. "Now lookit you! You realize y'got yerself a real man here, and so suddenly yeer all nice and sweet."
Reaching out, the fat man managed to grab one of Kathy's pink nipples between his thumb and index finger, and he started pulling. He was causing pain, but Kathy kept on smiling, knowing it was the only thing to do under the circumstances.
It took some doing, but the blonde-haired woman managed to finally get the sheriffs shirt from his body. Then she unfastened the man's gun belt and tossed it off to the side, after which she undid the belt holding up his pants, pulling the metal clip that held his pants closed. The sheriff chucked as his pants fell around his feet in a heap.
Unlike Rachel's father, the sheriff was wearing undershorts, and Rachel worked a hand under the leg hole of one side and let her fingers reach in to titillate his testicles. She teased them ever so gently, but at the same time her head kept bobbing back and forth on his pulsating cock. Her sucking grew more and more desperate in an attempt to keep the flesh pike rigid, and the fat, balding pig-face man began panting all the more with delight as his cock became more and more stiff.
Abruptly he grabbed the helpless Rachel by her hair again, but this time he jerked her lovely face away from his throbbing cock. The trembling young girl began whimpering again as she looked up and saw the glaring madness in the sheriffs eyes. She quaked with terror, frightened she might have done something wrong.
The sheriff began chuckling, and after a while he reached down with his free hand and he patted her cheek reassuringly as Rachel inched away from him, moving backward on her knees.
"Ah'll tell you somethin', Rachel," he smiled at her. "You got one nice mouth on you, there. Iff n you had the time, why ah'll bet you'd learn to suck better'n your maw, and she was one helluva cocksucker when ah put this here gun to her head. Now, suppose you and blondie here get yer asses up onna bed."
He worked his undershorts down around his ankles with his free hand, his other hand still holding the gun on the women.Then he took the time to pull his boots and socks from his feet. He stepped out of his pants and undershorts, and then moved closer to the bed a wild look, a half smirk and half frown on his ugly face.
"Okay, ladies," he told them. "Now that we unnerstand each other, ah reckon we kin get started."
"Okay, Sheriff," Kathy replied.
"Rachel, ah want you off n the bed fer the time bein'. Yeah, you jes' move thet there tail of yours over to the chair over there, across the room. Turn it around so's it's facin' the bed 'cause ah wantcha to git yerself an eyefulla this. Ah see thet there fella ah got outside is watchin', too. Thet's good, 'cause he'll get a chance to see some real action fer a change."
"Yessir, sheriff, whatever you say," Rachel told him as she eased her way off the bed and did as the man directed. "Ah'll be sure to watch ever'thin' you do."
"And honey, iffn you so much as think 'bout movin' from the chair, ah'm tellin' you fer a fact ah'm gonna let you have it right twist the eyes. Ah mean, it, Rachel. Don't let me hear thet chair creak even a little."
"Ah won't move, sheriff, honest," she insisted. "Really, ah won't even breathe. Ah won't do hardly nuthin' a'tall."
"Awright a'ready, so shut up," the man said to her, then pointed the pistol at the lovely blonde woman, who was at least ten years older than the teenaged girl. "Blondie, you had better fuck like yer life depends on it, cause honey, it surely does. Now you move thet ass of yours into the middle od the bed and spread those chunky thighs of yers."
"Yessir, sheriff," Kathy nodded.
The zoftic woman began undulating her wide hips, moving them in a broad, graceful arc as she pumped her hot cunt up and down almost violently. The pink cuntlips, surrounded by her golden fuzz, moved like the mouth of a sucker fish, opening and closing.
"Now thass the kinda movement ah like," the sheriff nodded, and he leaped on the blonde woman, moving between her thighs, and he spiked the full length of his thick cock into her still-dry cunt, howling with delight as Kathy cried out in torment.
"Now you keep movin' thet cunt and fuckin', " he ordered. "Ah watcha t'keep on fuckin' till ah shoot mah load into you."
"Easy . . . uuuuuuhhhhhh . . . sheriff . . . I'm dry down there," Kathy gasped.
"Don't hand me no bullshit now," he roared, and then pressed the mouth of the pistol barrel against her forehead. "Jes' member, iffn you don't fuck nice, ah got me a substitute sittin' over there in the chair, so ah kin blow yer brains out anytime it suits me."
"All right," Kathy gasped.
"Dry or wet, you move that cunt."
The beefy man slipped a hand under the huge, rounded asscheeks of the lovely blonde woman. He dug his long, black fingernails into her tender gluteal flesh, finding it so smooth and pliant. She was nice and baby-soft considering she was in her twenties, and he was excited by the feel of her.
"Ah'll bet you kin really feel mah cock, huh, blondie?" he cried out, effervescent that he had overcome, again. "Kin you feel me throbbin' away inside thet squeezin' pussy of yours?"
"I sure can," Kathy gasped, in agony.
"Then fuck away, you blonde bitch!"
Knowing she had no choice, Kathy began lifting and lowering her full, rounded buttocks against the solidly driving probe of the sheriffs hard cock. She kicked her legs high up in the air, wiggling madly from side to side as her oils began slowly seeping inside her, lubrication the soft, spongy walls of her trembling vagina.
"Thass it, thass it!" the man cried out in joy. "Yeah, blondie, you really got the beat! Keep doin' that."
Kathy wiggled and rolled her body frantically, doing her best to try and make her vagina respond to the thrusting power of the penis working in and out of her. The small shack was suddenly filled with the heavy, rasping sounds of their breathing. He quickened the pace of his action, driving his cock solidly into her narrow pussy and then slithering back out, doing it again and again, gasping, panting, letting Kathy and Rachel know with his moans how close he was to popping his load.
"Fuck, bitch! Fuck! Fuck hard!" he ordered.
But it was Kathy who came first screaming, "AAAAA IIIIYYYYEEEEE AAAGGGG HHHAAAAA NNNNGGGHH-H-HHUUUU GGGH-H-H-HHUUUUNNNN GGGH-HH-H!" as she felt the head of the sheriffs cock expand even more inside her, causing her walls to flutter and jerk around the probing penis.
She pulled out all stops at this point, vibrating her sensitive cunt against his penis as she continued wriggling and squirming, moving violently under him. Her body thrust upward, grinding and rotating, moving ever faster in conjunction with the strength of the orgasm she was feeling. Then it happened.
"OHHHHHH . . . HHHHH AAAAARRRR GGGH-H-H-HH . . . YYYYY YYEEEEEEE AAAARRR
GGGH-H-HH.. .FFF HHHHAAA RRRGGGHH
UUUUUNNNNGGG HHHHAAAGGGH-HHH-HH-HAAAAA GGGG HHHH!" he bellowed, and Kathy felt his sperm erupt inside her, the heavy, scalding juice spurting wildly against the tender walls of her womanly interior.
"Oh yeah!" the sheriff grunted. "Ah came jus' like ah knew ah would. What's more, afore this is all over, ah'm gonna have me another one."
He drove his tongue solidly between Kathy's lips, and she knew in order to save herself she would have to comply with what he wanted, and so she began sucking on it. At the same time she continued undulating her lovely body against the steadily weakening flesh of the cock inside her. She kept on twisting and turning and rolling and churning until the last little trickle of sperm had finally oozed from the hot head of his probing prick.
The sheriff tugged his limp penis from the blonde's cunt as he rose to his knees. A smile of total wanton lust and semi-satisfaction was smeared across his ugly face. He staggered off the bed, walked over to where Rachel was sitting, bubbling with an overpowering excitement that seemed to terrify both women. He dragged the brown-haired girl over to the bed, and with his pistol he pointed at Kath's cunt.
"Blondie, you keep them legs spread wide, you hear?" he yelled at Kathy. "Yeah, thass the way. Now, ah wantcha to take yer fingers and spread the lips of yer pussy wide apart-real wide, blondie."
"This is ridiculous," Kathy gasped. "What is it with you? Why do you insist on doing something so degrading?"
"Cause it makes me feel good," the sheriff snapped. "Now don't you go spoilin' this fer me, honey. You do zactly like ah tell you, or you know what ah'll do . . . . "
"All right," the blonde Kathy replied, fighting waves of nauseating hysteria that sent her full, magnificent breasts bouncing up and down on her chest.
She did as the sheriff commanded.
"Lookit, lookit!" the sheriff said to Rachel, laughing out loud as he gripped the brown-haired girl by the nape of the neck and forced her head down toward Kathy's glue-filled interior. "See that jism, Rachel? Thass the same stuff ah plugged down yer throat t'other night. You drank it all, then. Tell me, tell me true, now, didn't y'just love the taste of thet stuff?"
"Yes---yes . . . " Rachel gasped, feeling his hand hurting her neck. "Ah loved it, sheriff, ah truly did, Ah thought at the time when ah hated what them other men done to me, thet it was all right 'cause you made up fer it then. Yer one helluva man, sheriff."
"Well then, git yer face closer, honey," the fat man commanded. "Git a good whiff of the spunk. Smell it! Taste it! Yeah . . . thass it! Lick in there 'n' pull it all out. Shove yer tongue into that snooty blonde pussy and drink out all my sperm like you done t'other night. You jest go ahead and do it, Rachel. Ah'll watch you."
When Rachel had gone down on Gina, she had done so in a fit of passion, and Gina's cunt had been clean and tasty. As it was, when the sheriff had fired his seed into her gullet two nights earlier, she had almost choked to death on the fluid. Now seeing it again, and smelling it-it had a stronger, more acrid odor and taste than any other sperm she had ever known-she felt like heaving again.
"Sheriff.. . it ain't that ah don't like your stuff," she gasped. "But ah don't like don' nothin' like this with another woman. Ah'm beggin' you not to make me do this thing."
"Sheeitttt! You were so fuckin' uppity when ah first walked into thet bedroom t'other night Rachel. We gotta knock the uppityness outta you once and fer all. Besides, iffn you get a good whiff of my come-juice, thet oughtta be enough to make you wanna drink it all out, anyway. G'on, Rachel. Instead of shootin' it into yer mouth, ah shot it into her cunt first. Now you kin lap it out. Besides, ah always dug lappin' a good cunt. Ain't no reason why you cain't it. honey?"
"Sheriff," Kathy gasped. "You've proven your point. You've proved you're the big boss around here. You're the top, the big man, number one. What the hell more do you what us to do to show you we agree how terrific you are? She's just a kid, sheriff! Don't make her do this. Leave her alone, already."
"You shut your round face, blondie!" he roared.
'This is insane!" Kathy gasped.
The fat man suddenly lashed out at her with his free hand, backhanding her across the face, hitting the pale blonde so hard that her mind blacked out for a moment and all she saw were twinkling lights. Then he jammed the muzzle of the gun against Rachel's left breast, covering her nipple with it.
"You're gonna do just like ah say, aintcha, Rachel?" he asked, and pushed the gun more solidly into her breast.
"Oh, yeah . . . sure . . . anything, sheriff, anythin' you say . . . anythin' at all," Rachel gasped, crying out, struggling to beat down the hysteria taking control of her.
"As a matter-of-fact, you want to gobble thet ther come from her pussy, don'tcha, Rachel?"
"Sure, sure . . . anythin'. . . " Rachel admitted, terrified.
"And you . . . you want her to do it, don'tcha, blondie?" he asked, pressing the gun against Kathy's forehead.
The horrified blonde knew he would pull the trigger if she argued with him at that moment. That was how crazy her was. A look of helplessness etched herself across her features as she nodded. At the same time she turned her gray eyes toward Rachel, desperately trying to communicate her feelings to the young girl-feelings of empathy, anger, and frustration.
"C'mon," the sheriff insisted. "Let's get this thing goin'. "
Slowly, mechanically, unable to help herself, Rachel lowered her head, moving her face toward Kathy's open cunt. She let her tongue leap from between her lips and sink into the wet pasty mass of sperm and semen lodged in the narrowness of the pink pussy. She hesitated doing more for the moment, but finally slipped her hands beneath the ripened fullness of Kathy's rounded buttocks, shuddering and whimpering.
"Awright, awright, le's hear them lips and thet tongue move," the sheriff ordered. "Lick, Rachel, you bitch!"
Rachel's tongue probed deeper into Kathy's cunt, lapping away at the tender walls, inadvertently swiping across Kath's clitoral button, making concerted efforts to avoid tasting the sperm, but unable to do so as Kathy leaked more oils, causing the sperm to seep out with it.
Kathy was astonished to feel herself reacting to the girl's tongue. Her gray eyes grew large and round as her ass began bouncing in response to the fluttering tongue inside her pussy, feeling the slithering pro-bings of the gentle invader more and more. She covered her eyes with an arm and groaned, the sound coming from the depths of her throat, feeling ashamed and horrified because of the raw and sprawling emotion she was feeling-the strong sense of desire that had her lovely creamy thighs quivering, her ripe bottom shuddering and her pale cunt leaking even more of her own fluid, causing more of the sperm to ooze out and be picked up by Rachel's licking tongue.
"Rachel, I'm sorry," she gasped.
The brown-haired, helpless girl raised her head for a moment and looked directly into Kathy's eyes. She tried to speak, to let her know she didn't hold the blonde responsible for this, but all she was able to do was nod her head, and then she returned her lips and tongue to the seething well of Kathy's cunt.
The sheriff smiled and climbed onto the bed behind Rachel. He rubbed the head of his flaccid cock against the dimpled bottom of the younger girl. Gawd! She had one nice little ass there. He spit onto his free hand and rubbed the head of his cock with the sputum. Rachel shuddered as she felt the head of his cock thicken between her asscheeks. Amazingly, he was getting hard again, and she knew what he intended doing. Her asshole had been raped at least a dozen times two nights before, though admittedly, none of the cocks were as big as the sheriffs. Not even her pa's penis had the girth belonging to this lawman.
He pressed, and Rachel whimpered.
"Whassamatter, Rachel?" he taunted. "Ah figgered you'd like some foreign culture, so I'm givin' it t'you Greek."
"Ummmmmphhhhhh!" was all Rachel was able to reply, her face pressed against Kathy's pussy. "Hell! From what ah unnerstand, you took it inna ass real nice t'other night. Ah know ah'm a bit thicker'n the others, but what the hell, iff n you can handle them, you can handle me."
The helpless young girl, afraid she would pull her face from the blonde's cunt and scream with horror, gripped Kathy's hands and placed them firmly on her own head, making the blonde understand that she was to force her face deeper into the narrowness of her cunt. She began lapping away all the more fiercely at the blonde's clitoris, hoping beyond hope that her mind would be so occupied with what her mouth was doing, she would be able to ignore what the sheriff intended doing to her back-trail. She knew the man wasn't that interested in ass-fucking her aside from causing her all kinds of grief and pain. He got his real thrills from degrading others.
The lovely young girl licked harder, making Kathy writhe undulatingly, her hips rolling in a wide arc as she tightened her grip on Rachel's hair, though more because of what she was feeling than to please Rachel.
Once again Rachel slipped her hands beneath the full round cheeks of Kathy's rump and she began kneading and squeezing and pulling the white flesh there, her hands moving with a sense of panic-panic born of the pain she was already starting to feel as the head of the sheriffs hard cock pierced her quivering sphincter with a single thrust and drove straight on into her ass.
"Oh yeahhhhh . . . thass nice, real nice, Rachel," he told the young girl, rubbing his prick all the deeper.
The brown-haired girl felt Kathy's fingers tighten even more in her hair, to the point where the blonde's fingernails were digging into her helpless scalp. At the same time she dug her own fingertips that much more strongly into Kathy's ass cheeks. Once again she had to fight back the wave of hysteria about to grip her as the sheriff dug his cock even deeper into her rectum, the head reaching into her colon as he probed within, moving his battering tool faster and faster. As a result, Rachel moved her tongue that much more quickly in the pink pit between Kathy's full thighs as the animal that resembled a man continued slamming his vibrantly thick cock into the narrow crush of her ass.
"Man! This here's really fantastic!" he gasped.
The sheriff continued pounding away with his cock into the squeezing closure of her asshole, and he was so aroused, he was leaking lubricant that served to oil the way. He took great delight in Rachel's whimpering cries of agony as he pounded his leviathan-like cock in and out of the tight tunnel of her asshole.
Rachel was going wild with her mouth mucilaged to Kathy's taut pussy. She moved her lips and her tongue so vibrantly against the tender flesh down there, the lovely cherubic-faced blonde began sighing and moaning and groaning, signaling she was about to have yet another orgasm, one that would be even stronger this time, for though she detested lesbianism in itself, she loved Rachel's tongue a helluva lot more than she had liked the sheriffs cock.
"S-o-rrrrrreeeee.. . Rachellllll.. . " she gasped, and then, "AAAAAAA IIIIIIIEEEEE YYYYAAAG-GG-GHH-HAAANNNN GGH-H-H-HHUUUUU NNNNGGG HHHH!" It was a trumpeting wail of joy, and yet it was drowned out by the roar of the sheriff as he bellowed out yet another orgasm, himself.
Their dual orgasms ripped through the sheriff and Kathy like wild typhoons, swift, overpowering, and intense. The man and the woman thrashed wildly at either end of the helpless girl between them. In spite of the terrible pain filling her rectum, in spite of the overpowering sense of humiliation she felt brought on by the sheriff, Rachel realized she was inwardly even more stimulated than before, and the realization came to her that no matter how much she liked or disliked the people with whom she was involved, each new sexual experience created a new heightened sense of lust within her so that approaching each orgasm became a stronger, more sensual thrill, and the ultimate attainment of satisfaction was even more overpowering than it had been the previous time.
Oil bubbled in the depths of her vagina and flowed freely out of her, oozing from the lips of her tantalized vulva and collecting in hot, slithery sheets on the in-sides of her two thighs as Kathy's load of sweet, syrupy fluid, mixed with the sheriffs initial deposit in the blonde's cunt filled her mouth to overflowing, and at the same time droplets of sperm spurted into her rectum.
The sheriff pulled his cock from Rachel's narrow asshole and stood on the floor beside them. He strutted back and forth in front of them like a vain peacock, having had two orgasms within a very short space of each other, something he hadn't previously been able to do for years. He looked down at his limp cock and roared with laughter as he remembered how it had looked in Rachel's ass.
"Y'know somethin', " he said to them, crowing with obvious delight as he thumped his chest with his free hand. "Them there Greeks knew what the hell they're talkin' about. This back-door stuff is as good as a blowjob, any day."
Kathy was unable to stand it any longer. The man's constant ribbing of them-the presence of Don, standing on a rotted orange crate outside the window, a noose around his neck as he watched her being shamed and degraded. Finally, she said, "You're nothing but a filthy animal, and you belong in a cage. You feed on the pain of others the way a vampire feeds on blood."
"Sure, and ah dig you too, honey," the man replied, his voice oozing with sarcasm.
"Is it over?" Rachel asked, wondering if he was going to use the gun on them now. "You have proved what a macho man y'are, sheriff. Now're y'gonna kill us?"
"Y'mean just 'cause ah shot one load into each of you?" he asked, smiling. "Shoot, no! It ain't over, not by a longshot. Sweet gal, this has jest only started. Why the swamp witch, she ain't gonna be back fer a long time, yet. In the meantime, ah got plans fer the three of us thet's gonna curl her hair."
"My god, no!" Kathy gasped.
"Sure," the sheriff laughed. "Either that, or ah'll have to go and kick thet box out from under yer boy friend out there."
"No!" Kathy shouted.
"Well then, ah'm sure the two of you'll be glad to do anything' ah say. Now suppose the two of you change positions fer a while. Rachel, you lay down on yer back, and blondie, you poke your face twixt her sweet li'l thighs."
Kathy stared at him, unable to believe what he was suggesting. But he merely laughed and said, 'Thass right, honey, ah wanna see your ass in gear fer a change. Also, let's see how good y'are at eatin' pussy. Sorry ah don't got no more sperm to put in there. But you eat it bare."