Chapter 11
While young Matt did most of the work at the still, Perkins and Josiah drank from store-bought bottles, shunning their own contaminated product.
The men had pulled their pants on, but Perkins had ordered Melinda to remain nude and to lie on the ground where they could watch her. From the lustful looks in their eyes, Melinda knew it was only a matter of time before they would assault her again.
She feared for her life. Perkins had told Josiah that he had changed his mind and wouldn't be leaving Horner's Hollow for a while. Josiah had asked what he was going to do with Melinda, and he had smiled wisely.
"Leave the ungrateful girl to me," Perkins had replied, and taken a long drink of whiskey as he watched her.
Melinda shivered, though the heat from the still made the air warm, even at midnight.
As the men became drunker, their conversation grew more lewd and insulting. Matt paid no attention, remaining close to the still and doing his work.
Finally Perkins tossed his empty bottle aside and reeled toward Melinda. "I'm going to have another piece of ass," he said thickly. "Josiah, you may join me if you wish."
"Shit, parson, I couldn't get my dick up again," Josiah replied, his eyes rolling drunkenly as he sprawled on the ground.
"Melinda will help you," Perkins said. He nudged her with his foot. "Won't you, my pet?"
The frightened girl gained a glimmer of hope. Drunk as they are, she thought, if I can just get them tired enough, they might pass out.
On hands and knees, the pretty blonde crawled over to Josiah, her suspended tits swaying. Watching her, a grin split his bewhiskered face.
Kneeling beside the evil man, Melinda pulled down his pants and fished his cum-coated penis out of his foul underwear. Perkins stood behind her and watched the lantern light caress her split ass and her pink-slitted golden bush.
Melinda bent to Josiah's smelly crotch, wedging her face between his bulging belly and his fat thighs. She took his entire soft penis into her mouth and pressed her nose against his stinking underwear. She breathed as little as possible as her tongue circled his flopping, strong-tasting glans and her lips pulled suckingly on his wormlike shaft.
"What an ass!" Reverend Perkins exclaimed as he dropped to the ground behind the kneeling girl.
Melinda tried to ignore his vile touch as he placed his hands on her white hips, his thumbs digging into the crack between her satiny buttocks. Perkins squeezed the firmly resilient mounds and drew them as wide apart as they would go. Cool air caressed Melinda's shockingly exposed anus, and the pink puckered dimple winked involuntarily.
Perkins bent low behind her, and she felt his hot breath strike her between the buttocks. Despite her will not to do so, Melinda became excited, and she sucked more energetically at Josiah's prick. Though the organ remained soft in her mouth, Josiah groaned responsively. Melinda reached into his underwear and fondled his relaxed balls, which were surrounded by silky long hairs. She lifted his balls out of his underwear, tucking the edges of the union suit behind them. His nuts had a strong sweaty smell, but Melinda preferred to press her nose to them rather than to his urine-befouled garment.
The preacher pressed his face into the canyon of Melinda's ass. His warm lips encircled her wildly tingling anus. As Perkins poked his wet tongue against the sensitive puckers of Melinda's asshole, a shudder of perverse delight went through her. She pushed her ass more firmly against the parson's face, and she lapped at Josiah's prick with increased ardor, sniffing his sweaty balls at the same time.
Preacher Perkins's wicked tongue pushed through the dainty sphincter of Melinda's hot asshole and slithered up her not-quite-so-dainty rectum. Because of the wetness of Perkins's tongue and the spit he was drooling into her ass, there was no discomfort as he breached her tight elastic orifice and stretched the muscular ring. Melinda was surprised by the voluptuous sensation which she derived, especially when Perkins's tongue began stroking in and out. Her tingling asshole spasmed around the preacher's slippery tongue as it fluttered glidingly up her hot rectum, nearly withdrew, then thrust deeply up her ass again.
Melinda moaned around Josiah's still-wiggly cock, then let the peter go and slid her moist, sucking lips down over the man's hobbling balls. Melinda kissed his nuts all over and even took one of the egg-shaped testicles into her mouth.
"Uuh! Oooh!" Josiah said, and he quivered.
Melinda grasped his soft cock and pumped it up and down while she kept sucking his nuts, going from one to the other and bathing both of them in her spit.
Perkins had begun reaming her asshole with his tongue, working it round and round, and the sphincter became more relaxed, spreading rather widely. The preacher's nose was nestled in the top of Melinda's silken asscrack, and his hot breath tickled her while he tongued her anus.
Josiah's penis thickened in Melinda's hand as she jerked at it. She let go of his floppy nuts and took his cockhead into her mouth. She bathed the spongy knob in saliva as she sucked at it, working her lips energetically behind the corona. His cockhead grew larger. His shaft stiffened up.
Suddenly Reverend Perkins stopped tongue-fucking Melinda's asshole, and she felt a pang of disappointment as her sphincter contracted slowly. But the muscle remained pleasantly relaxed and very wet from the preacher's saliva.
Melinda bobbed her head above Josiah's loins, her encircling soft lips gliding up and down on his cock. His balls had contracted at the base of the shaft, and Melinda caressed them as the blunt head of his penis battered the roof of her mouth and thrust deeper into her throat, stroke by stroke.
The hard-working girl was excited, but not to the point where she was approaching an orgasm. She remained disappointed over her loss of stimulation at her rear.
But suddenly that disappointment was supplanted by fear as she felt firm, insistent pressure against the puckered indentation between her buttocks. This time it wasn't Perkins's tongue that was pushing to enter her rectum, but his penis. Melinda raised her head off Josiah's standing prick, intending to protest and, if necessary, wriggle away from the preacher's threatened new penetration which she feared would hurt her. But the smooth knob of his cock made good its assault upon her softened puckers and popped inside her ass. Instead of hurting her, the fullness felt thrillingly good and Melinda groaned with pleasure as inch after inch of the preacher's thrusting, thick pecker forged up her slippery anus.
As Melinda bent to resume her sucking of Josiah's cock, she caught a glimpse of Matt who was standing by the still and watching enviously, his pants-front pushed into a tent. Just wait until I've taken care of these two, Melinda told him silently. Your turn will come.
Preacher Perkins stroked his long slippery rod in and out of the spasming, hotly clutching orifice between Melinda's white upthrust buttocks as she bobbed her head on Josiah's dong. She writhed from head to hips, undulating voluptuously. Her excitement mounted. It was a very odd sensation to have a man's prick stroking up her asshole instead of up her cunt, but Melinda was surprised to discover that the nerve ends in her rear passage were even more sensitive than those in her vagina, and she felt herself approaching a strange new kind of orgasm, though her clitoris was receiving no stimulation at all.
She mouth-fucked Josiah harder. A groan burst from his lips and his whale-like body heaved upward as he rammed his pecker into Melinda's throat. The cock jerked spastically and Melinda's eyes watered, but she kept sucking and gulping. Josiah's balls let go, and a flood of thick, slimy semen gushed upward to splash into Melinda's gullet. She gulped it down.
Preacher Perkins was fucking her asshole energetically, running the entire length of his awesome rod into her squishy guts. Melinda spasmed, as she continued to swallow Josiah's seemingly endless seminal deluge. The blissful girl's rectal muscles rippled around Perkins's prick. Suddenly the stroking column twitched, its head expanding in Melinda's intestine, and the preacher spurted his semen into her bowels.
Melinda throbbed wildly, letting go of Josiah's shriveling peter. She bellowed like a heifer being bred. Her asshole convulsed around the preacher's quivering penis.
After withdrawing from her, Perkins flopped onto his back and didn't move. His brown-stained prick lay against his belly. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. He was breathing deeply.
Melinda glanced at Josiah. He reached for his bottle, but the flask slid out of his hand and spilled on the grass. He made a sound like a deflating air mattress as he collapsed on the ground. He too was unconscious.
Melinda was nearly as tired as the men she had sexed into insensibility, but she had one more challenge to meet. She got up and walked over to Matt, smiling as she lifted her disarrayed blonde hair behind her shoulders.
"Hard up, aren't you?" she said boldly, and placed her hand at the protruding front of the teen-ager's pants.
"Yeah," he husked as Melinda caressed his cock through his clothes. He dropped the bucket he had been holding.
"Would you like me to suck you off?" Melinda asked, no longer shocked by her own frankness.
"Hell, yes!" Matt said, breathing hard. His erection throbbed in his pants.
"Will you let me go if I show you a real good time?"
"Shit, Melinda ... I can't do that," the youth said, obviously suffering.
"If you don't, your father and Josiah will kill me. I know that's what they have in mind. Do you want to have that on your conscience?" Melinda kept fondling his pants-front.
"They wouldn't. . . kill you ..." Matt's head lolled, and he writhed against the exquisite torture Melinda was administering.
"What else can they do?" she argued. "They're afraid that if they let me go I'll tell Ed Tackett about the still."
"Will you?" Matt asked, grinding his aroused penis against Melinda's hand.
"Yes," she said, "because the liquor they're making is apt to kill people. They have to be stopped."
The youth suddenly shoved Melinda away. "You better lie down and wait until Paw wakes up," he said hoarsely. It was obvious he was having a battle with himself.
Melinda dropped to her knees in front of Matt, her tits bobbing erotically. She grasped at the front of his trousers, quickly unbuttoning them. She let Matt's long penis out, and the horny organ angled rigidly upward, the hood pulling back off its moist rosy head.
"There ain't no deal," he said raspingly as he watched Melinda's blonde head bow to his thrusting prick. "Paw would whomp me."
"I know," she told him, not looking up. "I want to do this anyway."
Melinda stuck out her tongue and began to lick the young man's excitedly twitching pecker. The rosy cock bobbed about as Matt writhed, Melinda chasing it with her tongue. She slapped and flickered her moist tongue against the handsome prick. She swabbed one side of the column, then the other. She lapped against the underside of the upthrust bulb, causing it to bounce like a yo-yo on a string.
Finally Melinda enclosed the entire throbbing cockhead in her wet, warm mouth and she began to hunch, gliding her wide-stretched lips up and down the slippery shaft as Matt's glans plowed along her velvety tongue, into her throat.
The youth had never received such treatment before, and he was intensely thrilled by the sucking, licking action of Melinda's hotly encompassing mouth. It excited him further to watch her tousled head bobbing as his rigid shaft alternately sank into her pretty face, then reappeared, slick and gleaming with her saliva.
Matt began to rock on the balls of his feet, fucking his straight prick into the mouth of the lovely girl. He gasped. He let out a rasping groan. Suddenly his cream erupted and flooded into Melinda's throat, washing down to her stomach as she continued to suck, and the youth quivered with an ecstasy he had never known before.
After she had drunk all his semen, Melinda let his softening penis slide slowly out of her mouth and down across her chin. She looked up at Matt and stuck out her rosy tongue which still bore drops of his cum. She ran the tongue around her mouth, licking up a few final traces of his semen, then closed her mouth and swallowed. She smiled at the youth.
Matt stared at her, obviously thinking about all she had said before. Her life was at stake, and so were the lives of a lot of others, if what she had said about his father's whiskey was correct.
"Goddamn it, get your clothes on and get out of here!" Matt said. "Hurry up before Paw wakes up."
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Melinda bounded to her feet. She gave Matt a quick kiss on the lips, then scurried to gather her clothes. She got dressed in record time.
Melinda didn't dare return to the preacher's house. The only place where she felt she would be safe was Ed's farm. She had been there twice and knew she could find the place, even in the dark, but it was going to be a long walk. It was late and she was tired, but she set out through the woods, mentally calculating the location of the road.
Owls hooted and there were sudden rustlings in the woods, but Melinda hurried on, picking her way among the trees. Several times she was scratched by branches, and twice she lost her footing on fallen limbs and rocks, causing her to fall. But she picked herself up and continued.
She finally arrived at the road, and this made for easier walking. She identified the turnoff to Ed's farm and followed it. By the time she came in sight of his place, her muscles ached. But the realization that she was almost at her destination gave her the strength to go on.
Melinda staggered onto Ed's porch and slumped against the doorjamb. She pounded on the door until she heard movement inside the house. A lamp was lit, and the door was opened.
Ed appeared, clad in undershorts. He blinked, sleepy-eyed. "Melinda, for God's sake! What's the matter?"
He embraced her and helped her into the house. He guided her to a chair. Still panting from her exertion, she told Ed what had happened, even including her voluntary sexing with Josiah and Perkins in order to make possible her escape. But she omitted any mention of Matt. She didn't want to see the boy punished for his father's sins.
Ed's brother emerged from the bedroom, wearing a robe, and Melinda was surprised to discover he was the freckle-faced youth who had carried her luggage from the bus to the preacher's house the day she had arrived in Horner's Hollow. She had liked him from the first, and she gave him a warm smile when Ed introduced them.
Melinda felt better now that she was safe and had rested for a few minutes, but she remained weary.
Ed said, "Andy, go make some coffee. Melinda and I have a few more things to say to each other."
"Sure thing, Ed." The youth grinned. "Nice to see you again, Miss Johnson."
Melinda said, "I hope we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Andy."
The boy went into the kitchen, and Ed told Melinda, "That guy named Elmer that Perkins mentioned--the fellow who was going to pick up his supplies-well, some of the townspeople got hold of him. They worked him over pretty good, and he admitted it was Perkins and Josiah who were still putting out the poisonous hootch. The whole town's looking for those two birds. When they get home in the morning, they'll find a reception committee waiting."
"That's good," Melinda said, and lay back in her chair. "Oh, Ed, I'm so tired!"
"I'll bet you are, honey. Why don't you go into the bedroom and climb into my bed? Andy and I will bunk out here for the rest of the night."
"We could... sleep together," Melinda suggested hesitantly.
"With Andy around?" Ed shook his head. "That would be kind of rough on the lad. He and I will be comfortable out here. This old sofa opens into a bed. Andy and I used to sleep on it when we were kids."
Without waiting for the coffee Andy was brewing, Melinda gave Ed a kiss and walked into the bedroom. Ed removed the covers from Andy's bed as Melinda quickly undressed. She snuggled into Ed's bed and was sound asleep moments after her head touched the pillow.