Chapter 10
The preacher's prick curved toward Melinda's face, its purplish knob hanging in mid-air as his hairy balls rested against the inner slopes of her titties.
"You must make me ready, my dear," Perkins said huskily. "Stick out your tongue."
Melinda held her lips firmly closed. She stared up at the repulsive man, trying to keep her anguished eyes focused on his face rather than on his awesome penis. Matt and Josiah were out of Melinda's line of vision, the former kneeling above her head and the latter behind Perkins.
Perkins smiled. "Very well. If you insist on being stubborn, I will simply have to persuade you."
He rose to a kneeling position and moved forward until he straddled Melinda's neck. Her arms were being held straight back, against the sides of her head. This prevented her from turning her head to avoid the humiliation which Perkins was about to force upon her.
Melinda couldn't keep from looking at his penis except by closing her eyes, and she didn't dare do that. She had to know what was happening. Perkins's revolting cock hung directly above her nose. His balls were nearly touching her chin. Melinda forced herself not to breathe. She kept her lips firmly sealed.
Smiling evilly, the preacher lowered his crotch. His soft scrotum came to rest on her chin, and his spongy cockhead touched the tip of her nose. Melinda tensed more. She felt like screaming, but she didn't dare open her mouth.
Watching her through narrowed eyes, Perkins slowly twisted his body, dragging his penis back and forth across her nose. Melinda was suffocating from lack of oxygen. She was going to have to take a breath soon. She made an anguished sound behind her closed lips.
Perkins took his semi-limp penis in his hand and swiped the rubbery head across Melinda's nostrils. Though she still hadn't inhaled, the strong aroma of the preacher's prick wafted up her nose. Melinda's eyes widened. Her brain grew light. Perkins kept rubbing his cockhead against her nostrils.
Suddenly the desperate girl's need for oxygen overcame her revulsion and she took a deep breath. Perkins's cock-scent flooded her nose. Her brain reeled giddily. Just then she felt a finger touch the moistening lips of her pussy, and Melinda knew Josiah was getting into the act.
Her soul cried out against the hideous outrage, but she couldn't keep her body from responding sexually. Her cunt lips were slick when Josiah fucked his stiff middle finger all the way up between them.
Melinda's mouth dropped open, and Perkins placed the tip of his penis between her soft lips.
"Lick it, my dear," he said huskily, and twisted his cockhead between her lips, pressing it against first one corner of her mouth, then the other, without attempting to sink it deeply inside. He obviously didn't want to risk being bitten.
Against her will, Melinda felt her tongue emerge from her mouth. While hating the erotic part of her nature that made her respond even to as lewd and repulsive a man as Perkins, Melinda began to lick the smooth, spongy head of his cock, buffeting the big bulb back and forth. The strong taste of his organ fired the buds of her tongue, and she began to salivate. She breathed deeper of the penile aroma.
Suddenly Melinda's lips opened wide and she took the entire bulging head of the preacher's prick into her mouth.
"Aah!" he exclaimed ecstatically, and his cock immediately stiffened.
Perkins adjusted his posture so that he could stroke his long rod in and out of Melinda's mouth as she eagerly sucked on his juicy glans. Its viscous secretion drooled down her throat, and the girl gulped repeatedly.
Josiah was stroking two thick, stubby fingers in and out of her lathered cunt, rotating them and stretching her elastic labia. Melinda moaned against the fullness of Perkins's cock. Her body throbbed with sensual excitement.
There's no hope-for me, she thought. I'm just a slut!
Perkins had another name for her: "My lovely little cockeater!" he husked as he slowly stroked his eight-inch slippery prick in and out through the soft pink circle of her lips.
Melinda worked her jaws against the gristly thickness of his shaft. Her velvet tongue lapped at the underside of his glans. His cock forged deeper and deeper into her throat, and if Perkins had chosen to finish the fellatio by spurting his slimy product into her gullet, Melinda would have swallowed it gratefully.
But the lascivious man jerked his penis free, and the long shaft bobbed above Melinda's face. He wiggled forward, dragging his hairy balls across her mouth and nose. The odor of his intimate sweat was stifling. Still Melinda put out her fevered tongue and stroked his scrotum moistly while she eyed his swaying prick and moaned.
Josiah's stroking fingers in her vagina had helped, lift her to her present state of mad passion.
Suddenly they left her as Perkins backed up, smacking her on the chin with his wet, heavy whang as he settled at her chest. He used his thumb to push his cock down into the valley of her tits. His large hands covered the firm springy mounds and wiggled them against his throbbing pecker.
Then he let the tip of his prick moistly kiss each of her tingling upthrust nipples, before scrambling farther back, and coming to rest between her thighs.
Melinda had taken advantage of the brief respite from the intense dual stimulation of Perkins's prick in her mouth and Josiah's fingers up her pussy, and had managed to bring herself under control. She glared at Perkins once more as he prepared to insert his rod in her cunt.
"Ask me for it," he said tensely.
She remained silent and didn't move. Except for the wetness of her vulva, she might have been judged totally indifferent.
Josiah was kneeling beside her, looking down. "She wishes you was a girl," he told Perkins.
"Shut up, you fool!" the preacher snapped. "Get over there and tend to the still."
"I'll need Matt to help me," Josiah complained.
"Matthew, lend a hand," Perkins ordered.
The youth released Melinda's arms, for which she was grateful. They had become sore in the cramped position above her head. As Matt moved away, the front of his dungarees was pushed rigidly forward. Josiah showed no such reaction.
Melinda's attention was jerked back to the man who crouched between her thighs as Perkins introduced the end of his wickedly long penis into the slippery maw of her cunt. He shoved, and his rigid cock glided all the way up inside her, bumping her womb.
"Oh!" Melinda exclaimed, and she writhed in an attempt to avoid the painfully deep penetration.
But Perkins took her sudden response as a sign of passion, and he husked, "That's my girl. Give me some cunt! Put your back in it."
He began to stroke his eight-inch shaft vigorously in and out of Melinda's slippery, clutching pussy, bumping her uterus with every thrust.
"No! No!" she cried.
Josiah was watching and listening as he worked at the still. He obviously remained convinced that she was a Lesbian at heart.
But Perkins's prick strokes were getting to Melinda in a passionate way, even though they hurt her. Soon the hurt was completely submerged in her sensual enjoyment of the act. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't be reminded who was fucking her. She tried to convince herself it was Ed.
Perkins lowered himself fully against her, nestling his face in her sweet-scented hair, and his jackhammer hips drove his hot cock at breathless speed up and down in the quaking, clasping channel of her vagina. The preacher's vigorous fucking rocked Melinda from head to toes. She thought dizzily, My third man! How many more will there be? When she was this hot, she could fuck anyone and everyone. There was no limit.
Oh, Ed, she thought, forgive me!
Melinda moved her pussy rhythmically against Preacher Perkins's fervent strokes. Her cunt began to ripple. She gasped. A tidal wave of ecstasy rolled through her and she climaxed, her cunt muscles milking the minister's plunging organ.
She felt him give a jerk. Then his semen was spurting hotly inside her as he groaned. Perkins's huge balls held a large amount of jism, creating a squishy flood inside Melinda. She sighed and went limp.
Perkins raised himself on his arms and looked at her. "Now will you go with me to Miami?" he asked expectantly.
Melinda kept her eyes closed and didn't say anything.
Perkins snorted and withdrew his cock from her. He stood up.
When Melinda opened her eyes, she found herself looking directly at Matt. He and Josiah had just finished filling some bottles with whiskey, and the teen-ager stood with the funnel in his hand, staring at the beautiful blonde who lay disheveled on the grassy ground. His pants front was still erect.
He must be suffering, Melinda thought. Though he had abused her, she felt compassion for the youth. Suddenly she wanted to screw him.
But it was Josiah who was unbuckling his pants as he swaggered toward Melinda. "I'm gonna fuck some womanhood into this queer bitch," he said, and glared at Perkins, daring him to interfere.
The preacher stood naked, his cock hanging long and slimy. "Go ahead," he told Josiah. "She needs some more warming up."
"What about me, Paw?" Matt inquired, obviously in distress.
"Help Josiah work her over, my boy. What's yours is mine. It always was and always will be."
From the way Perkins looked at her, Melinda could tell he had given up his hope to take her to Miami. But he took satisfaction from the fact that he had possessed her once.
Melinda would have welcomed Matt alone, but she hated to be touched by Josiah. She watched the big man drop his pants, then fish into the front of his union suit and bring out a thick but not lengthy cock. It was covered by foreskin which formed a puckered lip at its end.
Revulsion for the filthy man overcame Melinda, and she closed her eyes. Josiah's stench told her that he was kneeling next to her face. The odor was compounded of stale urine impregnated in his underwear, sweat, and the strongest cock-scent she had yet encountered.
"Open your eyes, bitch!" Josiah said, and slapped her.
Melinda gasped. She looked up at Perkins who stood beside her, taking a long sip from a bottle. It wasn't one of the bottles which had just been filled. As before, the flask from which the preacher drank had a brand label on it, and the liquor wasn't clear but amber-colored.
Josiah was holding his smelly penis in his hand and waving it in front of Melinda's face. "This tastes better than cunt," he said. "Try it and see."
Melinda stiffened as he stuffed the repulsive thing between her lips. The limp cock oozed into her mouth, foreskin and all. Its rank taste made her head swim. Chuckling, Josiah continued to hold the shank of his organ, his fingers pressing against Melinda's lips. Suddenly he pulled back the outer skin. Melinda felt the thick hood desert the knob of his dong. As the slippery glans came to rest on her tongue, a stronger gut-wrenching flavor overwhelmed her, along with an odor so strong that her eyes watered. She felt as if she was going to pass out.
"Suck it, goddamn you!" Josiah roared.
Melinda heard Perkins laugh.
She might indeed have lost consciousness if it weren't for the pressure which Matt suddenly applied between her legs. The horny youth's very hard penis pressed at the slippery opening of Melinda's pussy, then glided deeply into her. Her cuntal muscles contracted claspingly on his rod.
"Ooh, shit, she feels good!" Matt crooned, and he began to fuck her vigorously, slapping his hairy loins into her soft crotch as his lengthy, super-stiff dong thrilled the walls of her vagina.
Melinda responded by actively sucking Josiah's filthy prick. Her nose pressed against the man's foul underwear as she took his entire wormlike organ into her mouth. Melinda breathed in the scent of many days' dribbled piss as her gushing saliva bathed the cheesy knob of his cock, washing the smegma down her throat. Her stomach lurched, but Matt's hot rod was giving her such excitement that she kept sucking, fluttering her tongue against the head of Josiah's organ.
The brutish man's fat belly nearly suffocated Melinda. His cruel hands squeezed her tits. Mad passion racked her. Matt's cock kept coming in-driving and pounding as he grunted with delight. She moved against him.
Josiah seemed to take forever to acquire a hard-on. Melinda's mouth was tired from sucking by the time his meaty cockhead expanded and his shaft stiffened out. Just then Matt finished inside her, splashing his hot juice against the mouth of her uterus. Melinda didn't finish.
As soon as Matt had pulled out of her, Josiah withdrew his penis from Melinda's mouth and scrambled around to settle between her thighs. He drove his cock into her, and she said, "Uuuh!"
Josiah wheezed as he pumped, lying forward against her. His huge belly weighted her down, and his foul breath gassed her. But Melinda felt nothing could make her sick after eating his penis, and the heat in her body made her bob her pussy against Josiah's strokes. He pushed up and looked at her, appearing surprised that he was getting some responsive action.
The obnoxious man twisted his head and pressed his bewhiskered face against Melinda's. His beard scratched. His slimy tongue lolled into her mouth, dribbling spittle down her throat.
Melinda fucked him harder.
If Josiah was discovering something about her which he hadn't been prepared to believe, Melinda also was learning something about herself: When she was aroused, the act was the thing. Her body seemed incapable of discrimination. Though she hated Josiah-and Perkins, too-her loins responded to the thrusting of their pricks, just as if she were with Ed. Her mouth had even responded to their foul organs. If that meant she was a slut, there was nothing she could do about it. Shame was swallowed up by the overwhelming necessity to accept herself as she was.
Josiah brushed his bewhiskered face to her breasts, and his bristly beard hurt her tender titties as his sloppy mouth surrounded first one thrusting nipple, then the other--tugging and chewing, licking- and sucking. Melinda's whole body undulated. Her hot, oily cunt stroked faster around Josiah's plunging prick. She felt herself approaching a climax.
She gave a whoop as she came, heat bursting through her, and the responsive muscles of her vagina clasped Josiah's cock, rippling up and down its meaty length. He groaned and twitched, emptying his semen into the flood which already existed inside her.
That's five men I've screwed, Melinda thought giddily. FIVE!
Her last thought before she lapsed into lethargy was, Will Ed still want me after this? She had no answer.