your mind off that father of yours.'
Sally swallowed hard, fighting with all her strength to keep from showing the inner outrage and humiliation she felt at being assaulted by his obscene fuck words. Well, she thought, he would see how much she could take. She would remain silent even if it meant she had to choke on her own tears of anguish.
'A pretty tilted girl like you,' he continued, looking down with a peculiar glint in his eyes. 'You've got so much to fuck a guy's cock with, but look at you. Pissed because some older guy dared to touch your hot tits. Now most women in these parts would take that as a compliment and want me to diddle their pussy too.'
Sally started to her feet, but a swift hard glance from both of the men told her she would be better off sitting exactly where she was. The torrent of obscenities continued pouring from Sam's mouth as he drank more and more of the moonshine. He described terrible things he wanted to do to her naked cunt and tits, piling up description upon description of lewd ways of fucking. She had never imagined them possible, much less heard of before.
With each image his depraved mind managed to conjure up, she felt her show of strength weakened, until she knew at last the battle was lost. God, they were animals, both of them! But there was nothing she could do but thrust her hands over her ears and pray that they would stop and just go ahead and fuck her.
When she released her hands, the first words she heard were, 'And now we're gonna fuck.'
As a last sacrament to her virginity, Sam handed the girl a bottle of moonshine and smiled as he watched her gulp down the mind numbing alcohol.
Sally felt this thick muscular arm circle around her, and this time she put all of her strength into her attempt to bolt from the blanket. But she could not move! 'Come on, honey, fucking ain't all that bad. Just takes a little gettin' used to is all.'
Sally could feel Sam's excitedly tense breathing as he pressed her lithe body closer to him, his hand on her waist toying with the buttons of her jeans. God, this was impossible! Tears of frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene picture of her father's rigid pulsing cock fucking into that swamp girl's openly devouring cunt crossed her mind. She sobbed helplessly at the grim realization that her pussy might soon be tilled with a deeply fucking shaft of male cock flesh.
She kicked upward with her knee toward his groin, but this only sent the older man into a greater frenzy of desire to fuck her. He pivoted her body back onto the blanket, pressing his hands on her shoulders and angling her back against the ground. Then he slid down beside her, removing his hands from her tits and listing them over her tiny wrists.
He pressed her down tighter onto the blanket, thrusting the lush curve of her ass-cheeks roughly into the moss beneath. One of his hands released his grip on her wrist, and she slammed her small fist into his chest. He laughed, but didn't even wince.
'Hey, Pete,' he growled to the man gaping above them. 'Think I'm gonna need a little help with this one. Bring a fresh bottle of moonshine to sweeten her little pussy-hole up a bit.'
'P-please,' she sobbed, kicking her legs feebly against the blanket. 'Oh-Oh, God, let me go!'
He grabbed the bottle from Pete's hand and lifted her head up from the blanket by the nape of her neck, more gently this time, and put the mouth of the bottle to her lips. The hotly burning liquid sizzled down her throat and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.
'That's good… good. Feel better now, Miss Snooty-Cunt?'
The moonshine taking its effect, Sally tried to rise again, but this time she felt a pair of hands clasping her feet. She looked down to where Pete had moved squatting on the ground, his arms reaching to her slim ankles. Then her arms were back in the grip of Sam's paralyzing fingers.
'Oooooooh noo!' she moaned, suddenly realizing what was about to happen to her in fantasy had turned into reality. They were actually going to fuck her!
Her eyes shot up to the older man who had risen from the ground.
'Pull open her legs,' he hissed with a coarse, impatient tone in his voice. 'I'd like to see that sweet pussy of hers before my cock crawls up inside it and starts spittin!'
The beauty worked as hard as possible to struggle to escape what was about to happen. She felt someone unzip her jeans and yank at first one leg and then the other. She arched her ass-cheeks, wriggling her smooth flat belly from side to side, but she knew it was useless. The moonshine had pushed her into a half drunken, numbed state and she sensed her will slowly surrendering to them as she slipped into a dazed acceptance of whatever they might do to her next.
Her sweat shirt came off next, exposing the two huge melons of her round full tits still half covered by her bra. But his hands did not stop there. He tore at her thin nylon panties, leaving them in rags to hang by the waistband about her curvaceous hips.
'Well look at this,' murmured Sam, glancing up at Pete with a grin. He stared at her fire-lit body of voluptuously spread cunt, following the gently undulating arc of her hips up to the flared in waist that again blossomed into the melon firmness of her naked tits. A long golden strand of hair fell carelessly across her shoulder, down over the full firm mounds.
'Alright,' Sam said in a choked up voice. 'Big Daddy's gonna crawl home. I wanna see if that hot li'l pussy feels as tight as it looks to fuck.'
Sally jerked when she felt, the coolness of his fingers press against her hotly heaving tits. She raised her head for a moment, then lowered her face helplessly to the blanket. Gone now were any dreams of freeing herself from this depraved couple of swamp men, and she clenched her teeth awaiting whatever he might do next.
The word rape had sunk into her alcohol-dulled mind with a leaden certainty. Yet her body still rebelled against it, her now naked ass-cheeks quivering convulsively from the terrifying thought of how he was going to fuck her in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her virginity now.
Dear God, if only things hadn't happened this way. If only she hadn't come with her father, if only they'd parked up in the park where, any number of people would have responded to her cries for help. A thousand ifs ran though her mind in disconnected strands until her thoughts were jolted back to reality by the touch of the old man's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the voluptuous flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly to the slimness of her waist above her ripped panties. Her skin was most sensitive there and twitched involuntarily under his touch. Sally trembled as she sensed his heavy breathing stop for an instant as he leaned over her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her quivering tits as the heat of his hand traced a tingling path just before their leering gaze.
'Damn it, man, why don't you just go ahead and get on her and fuck her?' she heard Pete wheeze. 'I can't stand watching her much longer.'
'Just about ready…' With that, Sam's hands slipped to the cotton clad firmness of her gently uplifting tits. He wasted no time in wedging his hands behind her back and, with a neat snap of his fingers, undoing the tight clasp of her bra. The smooth resilient mounds seemed to sway out of their own accord, their tiny brown nipples coming to instant erection as the cool night air rushed over them.
Sally squirmed for a helpless moment, letting out a deep tortured sigh when the swamp man's lips came into warm contact with one of the smoothly rounded spheres and he kissed it lightly, tracing a hot moist path to its tip that stiffened again in spite of her revulsion. She clenched her teeth and gnashed them. A man touching her like this couldn't make her tits feel good. It couldn't!
'Oh… ooohhh, pleeeease, no!' she pleaded in abject supplication, but her protests seemed to incite the man rather than to stop the insane play of his lips and kneading fingers over her hotly quivering naked titties.
Sam knelt down to the side of the blanket and again Sally was filled with the vain hope that he had decided to stop. She could feel his breath graze warmly against her flesh in a steady rhythmic pulse that kept time with the sharp pounding of her nipples and she could sense the slight change in his position as he reached up towards her leg. God, it was as though her vulnerable position had given her a second sight into the man's depraved mind and she was capable of foretelling his obscene intentions of fucking her before he had even touched her cunt. His hands ran the full length of her naked slim legs for a few indecisive moments before they came to rest on the remnant rags of her tattered panties, his fingers lingering there, fondling at the smooth, taut skin of her upper thigh just below her cunt lips.
Hot, stinging tears spilled in the helpless girl's eyes as the huge, burly swamp man slowly slipped his hands down to the sparse blonde frizz of her pussy hairs, stroking them lightly then teasing his finger gently downward to
