whenever the mood hit them. For Shannon was very sexually experienced. Her Father had fucked her one night after coming home drunk. Her mother was dead, and after that night, her Father would regularly climb into her bed, strip her naked and use her. She had been forced to learn how to suck his prick, how to hold her pussy lips open as she kneeled waiting for him to mount her.
And then one night, her father and his brother had come home drunk. Her father had ripped her nightie off and pinned her to the bed, fucking he sweet cunt. As soon as he filled her with his sperm and rolled off, her naked Uncle had mounted her. Over and over that night they had taken turns at Shannon, fucking her mouth, her cunt and even her asshole. As the sun rose they had fucked her one last night, her father prick in her mouth and her uncle behind her fucking her pussy. They had cum at the same time and then all three had fallen asleep in exhaustion.
And so, Shannon was not afraid of the sex, only of the violence she saw in this assholes eyes.
The girl knew the best thing for her was to simply go along with the man, to do whatever he wanted.
He looked at her and repeated 'So have you ever taken it up your ass, bitch?'
Her beautiful blue eyes had tears in them as she slowly nodded her head while the man slipped his other hand around her gorgeous ass while continuing to finger her sopping wet pussy.
Grinning, Tom said 'That's good, you sweet little cunt. Cause I'm gonna fuck you up your asshole, too. You're a gorgeous little whore, you know that? You were made to suck the spunk out of a man's cock, to give your pussy and asshole to men to be fingered, licked and fucked.' He was wild with lust now.
'Now lift those pretty legs of yours and wrap them around my waist, cause
I'm gonna fuck your sweet little cunt.' He spat at the girl.
Slowly, she lifted her legs, taking all of her weight on her wrists. Though he didn't know it, this was not the first time, or even the second for that matter, that she had been hung up in order to be fucked in this manner.
She felt the mans hands cupping and lifting her beautifully rounded ass cheeks, and she was grateful for the reduced stretching of her arms as he took some of her weight.
She didn't want to respond when she felt his cock pressing against her pussy lips, slipping along her pussy canal to slide deep inside her body. But having been fucked almost every day at least twice, she was conditioned to it, and the beautiful blonde girl groaned from pleasure as she felt his prick reach deep inside her, the head banging against her cervix.
When his mouth crushed hers, she didn't resist, but automatically opened her sweet wet mouth and kissed him back, sucking on the tongue that inevitably began thrusting into her mouth.
Tom began hammering into the young girl, his hands squeezing her ass, giving into the fuck lust of his soul.
Shannon realized that the man was not going to last very long. Part of her was grateful, but another part of her was frustrated. When her Father and
Uncle fucked her, it would last oftentimes for thirty minutes, and when they took turns at her, it wasn't unusual for the girl to cum ten times. But she knew she wasn't going to cum today.
She leaned her head back, sobbing in frustration, knowing that she was not going to cum. As she felt him begin to pour his sperm inside her, she was attempting to hammer her hips back at him in the vain hope of cumming too.
The explosion deafened her ears. She felt her body sprayed with a wetness, and immediately the body fucking her went limp, his prick pulling from her pussy.
She opened her eyes and saw Jane standing with a gun in her hand. She was still naked! She looked down and almost threw up as she saw that the back part of the man's head was blown off. His dead lifeless eyes were looking up at her as if in confusion.
Jane was on the verge of falling to pieces. Shannon knew she had to get control of herself, and she calmly told Jane to go check his clothes for the key to the handcuffs. Jane was sobbing, her eyes wild, as she did what
Shannon said. She found the key, but had to drag a chair over to stand on it and let her friend go.
Shannon called 911, and then the girls dressed. Shannon had to comfort and hold Jane, who was shaking so bad, she could hardly dress herself. She was in shock, so Shannon called an ambulance. She sat holding her friend, both of them turning away from the sloppy mess that had been Tom Gee, Youth minister and rapist.
Chapter Eight
In the aftermath of the sensational story, the lives of those involved were deeply affected.
As a result of the questioning by the police, Shannon's father and uncle were arrested, and ultimately convicted of incest and rape. Shannon was now free of them, living with a very sweet and loving aunt, and her schoolwork improved dramatically. She became one of the most popular girls in school, and had her pick of boys. However, she continued to prefer to be with older men and eventually fell in love with one of her College Professors, who divorced his wife, married Shannon and who died a year later of a heart attack while in coitus with the beautiful blonde.
Jane struggled for months emotionally, finally entering long term therapy.
Five years later, her therapist introduced her to loving, pleasurable sex, and she married the older man a year later. They had six children and moved to California.
After investigation, the authorities suspected Tom Gee was guilty of the murder of the Janitor, Rick Stepfield. But with his death, there was no further investigation. Jane's parents sued the church and won a multi-million dollar award from the insurance company. They eventually divorced.
Two months later, things had quieted down somewhat. Becky Angel had been interviewed but hadn't mentioned anything about her sexual encounters with
Tom or Rick. She had acted dumb, and had been terrified she'd be caught, but time had eased her fears and she had begun relaxing, getting back into her school activities. Her body had healed from the vicious fucking of her asshole. She found herself thinking often of sex, regretting that Rick was gone. And when she would masturbate, she had begun to tickled and tease her own little asshole, gently worming a finger inside. It gave her a nasty, but very sexy feeling!
During the last class of the day, a runner had brought a note to her classroom. She nervously unfolded it. It was a phone message. Reverend
Stevens, the Senior Minister of her church, had called and asked her to stop by his office after school. Becky's heart leaped to her throat! Had Rev.
Stevens found out something? Were her parents going to be there when she got to his office? Maybe the police will be there.
Becky made herself sick imagining the worst case scenario during her last class. With a heavy and terrified heart, she made her way to the church building. She quietly made her way to Rev. Stevens office. The building was quiet. She knocked on his office door.
The door opened and Reverend Stevens smiled at her. 'Hello Becky, I'm so glad you were able to stop by. Come on in!'
Becky had only been in this office once before, when she and her family joined the church and had been officially welcomed. It was a very nice, large office, with thick carpeting and recessed lighting. Instead of setting at his desk, Rev. Stevens took Becky's hand and led her over to a beautiful couch. He sat down beside her, and took her hands in his.
'Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something that is very private. And before you say anything, I want you to know that NOTHING you say will leave this room. Do you understand?' Rev. Stevens was really old, maybe 40 or even older, but he had a nice smile. Hearing him say that he wouldn't tell anyone anything made her feel soooo much better. She smiled shyly at him, her huge green eyes looking into his wise brown eyes.
'Becky, when Tom was killed…well, in light of his activities, I felt I needed to find out as much as possible. Now, normally whenever anyone visits with my staff, Darlene our receptionist, logs who it was and who they were seeing. I checked the logs and during the weeks leading up to Tom's death, you came to see him quite often.
