Chapter 4
Karen concentrated on the fat, hot cockhead trapped between her lips. She closed her eyes and ran the tip of her tongue around and around the throbbing crown, digging it into the piss-slit and drawing out yet more of Billy's cum. The young man twisted his muscular body on the ground, clawing at the grass, begging for her to stop while at the same time hoping he could hold out as long as he could to enjoy Karen's suck-job.
"Ohhh!" Billy let out a shuddering moan as Karen dived back down, sucking in a deep breath as if she were swimming under water. She felt Billy's cock throbbing crazily in her throat. The young man groaned half in pain, half in pleasure as his nuts screwed up tightly against his prick. He was going to shoot. With a loud shout he jerked his hands up and clamped them hard against Karen's head. He held her tightly against his groin as jizz built up in his prick, shooting forward up to the fat cockhead and feeling like a load of molten lava burning its way to the piss-slit.
Karen held her hands against Billy's thighs, swallowing as much of the spurting cum as she could. She could feel it splashing against the back of her throat, oozing down toward her belly. Her titties swayed back and forth as she struggled with her own orgasm and Billy's.
It was nearly a minute before the young football player calmed down and let go of the blonde's head. Karen backed off, pushing back her long hair while wiping her mouth with the back of her right hand.
"I can't believe you've never done this kind of thing before," Billy said, rubbing his ass against the grass while stroking his softening cock.
"I-I really haven't. It's just that it seems so natural," Karen said in a small voice, blushing with a mixture of shame and pride. She was about to lie down next to Billy when she was startled by a rustling sound in the bushes.
"Someone's there," Billy whispered, pulling up his pants while pushing in his cock. Karen felt a bolt of lightning go through her. She reached down and grabbed her bra, sliding it up her chest and slipping it over her titties just in time.
"Who's there?" she asked nervously.
"I told you to leave him alone," a voice hissed through the bushes. In a second the tall, dark-haired girl Karen had talked with earlier stepped into the tiny clearing. It was Sharon Laughlin!
"What are you doing here?" Billy asked, confused at the apparent hostility of the two girls.
"It doesn't matter," Sharon said, looking meaningfully at Karen. The young blonde understood and kept quiet for the moment. "I thought I heard all this moaning. You'd better be careful, honey, or the whole team'll be coming around asking for those lips," Sharon said more sweetly, burying her anger and smiling sarcastically.
Karen blushed. She could feel the hot, angry stare of the brunette burning into her skull. Sharon had long been used to having her own way, both at home and at school. When anyone tried to counter her in anything she wanted, terrible things happened to them. There were rumors about accidents, scandal, even some darker things that happened to people who crossed Sharon. Nothing could be proven. But the stories were enough for most people to give Sharon whatever she wanted.
"Come on," Billy said, giving his hand to Karen and helping her up. The young blonde held onto her halter, turning around and indicating silently with a jerky motion of her hand that she wanted Billy to help her snap up. Sharon watched silently by the bushes. She appeared calm. Only the way she looked at Karen betrayed the way she really felt.
"I'll get you for this, I promise," Sharon whispered to the blonde as they stepped into the playing field area.
"Sharon.. . " Karen began to say. But the brunette had had enough. She stepped in front of them quickly, her long chestnut-colored hair waving in the light breeze and her titties bouncing with every step she took.
"Something wrong?" Billy asked, slipping one hand around her waist and walking next to her.
"Not really," Karen said, turning and smiling brightly into Billy's face.
They walked to the practice field where Billy left her to speak with the coach. Karen felt she'd had her workout for the day and didn't have to go on to gym class. Instead she sat on the bleachers, resting her chin on her folded hands and watching Billy start his practice sessions with the team.
When they were over the young man ran over to Karen.
"Hey, some of the fellas are having a kind of stag party for some of us new guys. Sorry, Karen, but you can't come," Billy said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"It's okay," she said, feeling a pang of disappointment. This is the person who had raped, or practically raped her only a few days ago. And now she was giving head to him and actually feeling disappointed that he couldn't walk home with her! "I've got lots of homework anyway. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, smiling brightly while leaving the wooden bench.
Billy smiled and petted her on the cheek, turning around and running off to the rest of the team who had already begun shouting for him. Karen watched as he disappeared into the dressing room area, then carefully picked her way down the bleachers to the soft ground below and started for home. It was nearly five-thirty. The sun had begun to set. She was sure her mother and father would be frantic.
As she walked briskly along the streets toward her home, Karen thought of Billy. She felt her pussy glow warmly, tightening, relaxing, and tightening again like a clenching fist. She could almost feel his fat nuts dragging across the bottom V of her cunny lips. She half closed her eyes and pictured his torpedo-shaped cock with its fat, meaty cockhead disappearing in the thick bush of her pussy hairs. And then the way it peeled back her outer labia in a hellish grin, reaming its way down the throat of her cunny, forcing the tissues apart into a wide tunnel-Karen felt her flesh crawl with pleasure as she turned the corner and started on the final leg of her trip.
It was then she began to realize how dark it was getting. The young blonde had to walk through a section of the city park, coming out on the other end where her parents had their home. It was when she entered the park area Karen realized someone was following her.
"Oh!" she cried out loud, twisting her head around and peering into the growing darkness. A car drove quickly by on the other side. Otherwise, there was no sign of life. Karen told herself it had to be her imagination. She could see nothing around her except an occasional squirrel. Dismissing that feeling to her overworked imagination Karen shook the hair from her eyes and continued on the sidewalk through the park. She quickened her pace, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead of her.
Suddenly the girl heard the sound of running footsteps. Her heart contracted with fear as she turned around and saw two men running from the bushes toward her.
"Oh no!" she cried, dropping her books on the sidewalk and running into the street. She felt her lungs bursting with the effort. She had to get away. She couldn't let those men catch her and do what she'd read men like that do to young girls they catch in parks.
But they were faster than she was. The first one reached out and grabbed a handful of Karen's hair, yanking it back and forcing the girl to stop her escape.
"Ohhh!" Karen cried, her eyes welling up with tears. She fell to the street, her legs sprawling out in front of her while her hands scraped painfully across the pavement. The first man still held her tightly by the hair, pulling up on it and making the young blonde cry out in pain and terror.
"Where the fuck's the car?" he asked his partner nervously.
"There."
Karen rolled her frightened eyes around and saw a blue 1958 Chevy drive up to them. The back door opened up and hands stretched out, indicating the place where Karen was to go.
"Just take it easy, honey, and nobody's gonna get hurt," the first man said, releasing her hair, then slipping his thick arms around her waist and hauling her into the car.
"Uh!" Karen cried as the door slammed behind her and the two men crawled into the front seat. The young girl cowered in the back, crossing her arms tightly across her titties and shaking as they sped through the park to an unknown destination.
It was only several minutes later that the girl found courage to look up and see who was in the rear with her.
"Sharon!" Karen gasped.
"Yes, Sharon," the brunette hissed, looking down at her through narrowed eyes. There was a spark of cruelty in them that burned fully now.
"Why are you doing tins? Where are we going?" Karen asked in a quavering voice. She peered out the side rear window and saw they were leaving town. The homes grew fewer and fewer. Already they were getting into the deserted hill country surrounding Little Rock.
"My uncle's farm. It's not too far from here. And why?" Sharon asked, curling her thin lips up in a cruel smile. "You've been acting too sweet and cute for me, honey. I told you not to mess around with anything I said is mine. Now I'm gonna teach you to leave it alone." Sharon was leaning forward. Karen shrank away, pressing her ass against the door and turning her face protectively away.
They rode the rest of the way in silence. The only conversation was between Sharon and the first man who, it appeared, wasn't a man at all but a junior at school. The other "man", she learned, was also a junior, both infatuated with Sharon and willing to do anything she asked without questioning her motives.
"The farm," Sharon exclaimed, leaning forward and peering into the growing darkness as they turned onto a dirt road. "And your training ground," she said in a lower voice. "I hope you don't mind the sanitary conditions. But my uncle hasn't used the place in over a year."
Karen crawled up on the seat and sat back, pressing her firm ass against the cushion as they bounced along the road toward a large, one-story farm house to the right of a grove of Sycamores. All around the farm were groves of pines and maples. A few other farm buildings were scattered about the property that looked-as Sharon indicated-as if they hadn't been cared for in a while. '
The car stopped in front of the farm house where Sharon and the boys pushed open the doors and got out.
"Come on, Karen. There's people waiting," Sharon said, opening the door and extending her hand toward the blonde.
Karen slid out of the car gingerly, avoiding the hand and moving cautiously up to the porch.
"Come on," Sharon said encouragingly, climbing the three wooden steps to the broad porch and coaxing the girl to follow her.
Karen had no choice but to do as she was told. The two boys were behind her and ready to pitch her onto the porch if she didn't go voluntarily. Inhaling deeply Karen stepped onto the porch, then into the brightly lit living room where Sharon had disappeared.
The first thing Karen noticed was the smell of stale cigarette smoke and beer. The room was nearly barren of furniture. A few old pictures hung on the dirty walls, while a tattered throw rug lay wrinkled on the wooden floor. Two bare light bulbs burned blindingly from the ceiling, giving the room a sanitarium look to it. There was a large, .square wooden table in the back of the room that looked more like a butcher's cutting bench than a dining-room piece of furniture.
Karen stepped to the center of the room, folding her arms in front of her while Sharon watched her closely.
"You might as well meet my friends. This is Lonnie Finney and Buz Halpin," Sharon said, indicating the two boys behind the blonde. Karen felt as if she were being introduced at a party.
"Hey, Shar, let's get going. I've got homework to do," Buz said, wrinkling up his forehead.
"They're anxious," Sharon said, moving toward what Karen guessed used to be the kitchen. "Jack, Paul," the girl called out.
Karen turned toward the doorway and saw two boys she recognized as being on the football team come out. The last one-Paul, she guessed-had a handsome large gray and white German Shepherd by the collar. They stopped in front of the young girl, smiling strangely at her while the large dog squatted down on his hindquarters and looked up questioningly at his masters.
"Strip her," Sharon said coldly, stepping back and crossing her arms. She tapped her wrist with her forefinger impatiently as Buz and Lonnie began peeling Karen's clothing off.
The young blonde offered no resistance other than an occasional half-stifled sob. She wouldn't give Sharon the satisfaction of seeing her cringe before her. The young teenager found the courage somehow to carry herself with dignity in this increasingly humiliating situation.
She groaned inwardly as Buz's paws slid over her flesh. The two men fondled her titties, unbuttoning her blouse and peeling it off, then moving back up to her bra and squeezing the soft mounds of flesh. Karen felt their groins brushing against her hips. She closed her eyes and fought back the scream rising in her throat. So, this was what they were going to do to her-gang rape! She sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard as she felt Buz's hand move along her buttocks and squeeze the flesh hard. Then there were more hands fumbling for the zipper, pulling down, taking the piece of clothing off. Soon Karen was standing wearing only her bra and panties.
"We'll see just how proud you are after the dog takes care of you," Sharon said, smiling fully now and watching Karen's reaction closely.
At first the blonde teenager couldn't believe she heard what the girl had said. Dog? Take care of? Then she peered down and saw the shepherd looking up at her, his ears pricked forward and his long pink tongue hanging out of one corner of his mouth. She felt a chill of horror ripple through her soul.
"NO!" she shouted, twisting away from the men and making a break for the door.
But Buz and Lonnie were too fast for her. Catching the shrieking blonde by the wrists, they wrestled Karen down to the floor, pinning her shoulders to the dirty wood while she kicked futilely with her feet. Tears of horror spilled from her eyes and wet down her flushed cheeks while Buz reached under her jutting shoulder blades and tore off her brassiere. The men made lewd comments about her naked titties-how they jiggled together, then rolled apart with the violent movements she made.
Karen sobbed and begged, curling her tiny fingers up into fists and digging her nails into her palms. She could feel dulled splinters pinching her half-naked ass. And all around her was the stench of stale beer and smoke.
"Please, p-please, don't do this to me," she begged.
Sharon said nothing, walking to the door and leaning against it. With a majestic nod of her head, she indicated for the boys to begin. While Buz and Lonnie held Karen by the shoulders, pinning her arms back and forcing her into a half-sitting position, Paul lead the dog up to Karen's spread legs.
"His name's Major," Paul said, grinning sheepishly down at the trapped girl.
Karen's eyes widened. She could feel the hot breath of the animal against her ankles. His ears pricked forward when he spotted the dark spot of hair just behind her panty crotch panel. Major growled for the first time, nuzzling his nose lightly between her thighs and rolling up his eyes to see Karen's reaction.
The girl felt as if someone had touched her with a burning iron. She let out a choked sob, jerking her body backward and moving her right leg out of Major's licking range. She felt her lungs swell out until they threatened to burst while her heart pounded madly. Sweat broke out in tiny beads along her forehead and trickled down her sides from under her arms. No, this couldn't be happening to her. These were her high school cronies. She was just a young girl.
"Oh God, please don't, ohhhh." The dog's tongue began again, exploring higher along the insides of her thighs. She shrank away once more from the big dog's oral touch. It was revolting, disgusting to have this sort of thing happen to her. A goddamned dog!
"Come on, honey. It'll be over faster if you give in to the dog," Paul whispered.
Karen looked at him in disbelief. How could she give in to something as foul as that? Even to think of that possibility was revolting.
And yet there was something to what he said. She tried to ignore the animal. She thought of Billy, of his gentle touch, of his barbarity when he rammed her cunny with his dick meat. But there was something in the tenderness of that gentle wet brush of Major's tongue that was making her respond strangely.
Gradually Karen's sobs of resistance subsided. She tilted back her head and closed her eyes, stretching out her legs and giving the animal as much licking room as he wanted. In a few moments she could feel cunny juice beginning to trickle down from the depths of her snatch, oozing out of the crack and soaking down the crotch panel of her briefs. She was thinking of Billy and not the dog-or at least, Karen told herself that.
Whatever triggered the young girl's pussy into heat, the dog caught the scent and began licking her off in earnest. His tongue stretched forward, brushing against the narrow band of white nylon pressing against her pussy. Karen moved her ass back and forth, forcing her pussylips to rub against one another. Sharon smiled in triumph as the young blonde sank deeper and deeper into humiliating depravity.