Matt, cradled between her widespread thighs, slammed hard, long, strokes into her… and she began to cum for a second time.
'Aaaaaaaaauuuugggghhh! Ffffuuuuuckkk mmmeeee… haaaarrrd! AAAuuugh!'
Almost simultaneously, Matt and Brad began to spew their lewd, viscous sperm into her. She could feel both wildly pumping cocks hotly filling her intestines and belly as they jerked, involuntarily, Matt continuing to move, slightly, as he ejaculated, Brad heaving up, lifting them both, as he drove deep, his semen spurting into the confines of her quiveringly sensate rectum.
Matt collapsed on top of her, but Jeff, wild with desire, would have none of that. He unclasped her hand from his pulsingly ready prick and prodded Matt, roughly. 'Get your ass off of her!' he commanded pulling Matt bodily away.
Instantly, Jeff was between her legs, his big cock slipping into her cunt smoothly, to fuck her to yet another orgasm. This time, she almost blacked out as she came… and from a distance she heard her own voice, unreal and screaming: 'Come on…! Fuck me! Haaaarrrd! Haaaaarrrrrrdddddeeer! Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuuuucccckkkk meeeeee! OOoooh! Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhh!'
For the second time, then Jeff spewed, explosively, his sperm hosing, searingly, through him in great throbbing spurts.
'Oh… Chriiiiiiiiist!' he squealed and collapsed on top of her.
It was several moments before any of them moved, as they lay there, completely satiated, their pagan orgy finished.
Events happened almost too rapidly, then, for Charity to grasp. There was a tall, rangy man, exuding authority who stood at the door of the motel room, commenting, testily, on their sexual performance but taking the four men to task for not performing their assigned work.
He handed each of the men their severance pay on the spot, telling them, 'There's a bus stop down the road!'
Jeff was belligerent for a moment. 'The union grievance committee'll hear about this!'
'All right… you speak to the committee… and I'll talk to the police about kidnapping… gang rape… and sabotage of my trucks! Take your choice!'
The four men filed out, silently, after they had dressed. None of them gave Charity a backward glance. They were afraid to meet her eyes.
'All right, get dressed!' Jack told her, grumpily.
She went to sleep soon after he pulled the big car onto the highway. Only two questions, she had asked as he put her in the car.
'Where are we going?'
'Phoenix…' he told her.
'What's your n-name… Mister…?'
'Jack Leonard… we'll talk, later… after you're rested up… okay?'
Charity awoke in a large, comfortable bed, her memory of getting into it hazy in her mind. She swung her legs to the floor and padded, naked into the hallway. It was a beautiful home, expensively furnished, but she had no idea of who her benefactor was. She knew only his name: Jack Leonard.
She peeked into the living room. Jack saw her and came to her. 'Sleeping Beauty's finally awake, eh?'
'Yes… wh-where am I…?'
'My place…'
'I–It's beautiful!' she gushed.
Then, impulsively, she was in his arms, her face tilted up for his kiss. 'Th-Thanks…' she murmured, 'for what you did…'
'No need to talk about it!' Jack said, brusquely, trying to control his emotions… his rampant desires.
Pressing close to him, she felt the warm bulge at his loins and knew the effect her young, luscious body was having on him.
Reluctantly, his arms went around her, his hands moving over her soft, curvy figure. 'Damn! You're a beautiful woman!' he said, meaning it.
'… And, y-you're quite a man…' Charity said, allowing a hand to wander to the bulge in his pants between them.
He found her mouth and his tongue lashed between her lips, against her teeth. She took his questing tongue and sucked it, hungrily.
Then, in a few moments, she was back on the big, double bed, her legs locked high up around his back, as he went into her, gently, at first, then poundingly… and she exploded under him in ecstatic orgasm, his own spewing climax not far behind.
Afterward, he told her, 'Charity… I'm going to…'
She broke in, 'How do y-you know my name… you didn't ask me… and I never told you…'
'Your mother told me…' he said.
'Mom? You know my mom…? Where is she…?'
'That's what I was trying to tell you. I'm going to take you to her… as soon as you get dressed!'
'That'll be wonderful… I want t-to see her and…'
'… Get things straightened out…?' Jack supplied.
'Yes… oh, yes…'
'I hope it doesn't complicate things,' Jack said, serious now, 'but I'm thinking of asking Dottie to marry me… just as soon as she can get a divorce…'
Her reaction was enthusiastic. 'That'd be j-just super!' she bubbled. Then, thoughtfully, 'Poor Donnie… he'll probably have to go to p-prison! Do you kn-know about Donnie?'
'Yes… I saw him in the hospital… and I've arranged for him to get a good lawyer, already. Maybe we can beat them… or get a minimum sentence or probation. He doesn't have a record… and this is a first offense.'
There was a dreamy light in her eyes. '… Then… I–I… we could have a family… again!'
'One slight detail, yet…' he reminded her. 'I haven't asked your mom to marry me… and she hasn't…'
'That's no problem… how could she s-say no…?'
He reached over and slapped her, playfully, on her white, rounded buttocks, 'Give me a chance, will you… get up and get dressed… or we'll be delayed… again!'
Charity rolled on top of him, instead. She kissed him. 'Are you sure… y-you want my mom?'
Jack kissed her back and told her, 'That's the best way to get both of you… isn't it?'
That idea hadn't occurred to her. 'That's more than super!' she agreed and scrambled happily out of bed. 'You're one stepfather I'm certainly not going to mind at all!'
