the fear in my belly wouldn't let the tears through.
'Take the rest of it off, Farley,' a short, acne-faced boy called.
'Yeah, let's see her pussy,' laughed another. I saw Phil's face bobbing up to see. Farley gave them all hard looks.
'This girl come all the way from the church picnic to see me. Now do you think I'm gonna let you guys stand around and gawk at her for free?'
'I'll pay a dollar,' the acne-faced boy said.
'Shit, I'll give you a fin,' from someone else. Wallets came out. Somebody sprayed beer high into the air, and I felt it wetting my arms. A tear grew at the corner of my eye. Another joined it and together they streaked my cheeks. The redheaded girl was smiling with evil glee. Farley took the bills that were waved in front of his face and folded them into his dirty jeans. He took my arm in his callused, hard hand.
'Okay, baby, let's show these jerks what a real pussy looks like.'
'Please let me go back… let me leave…'
Farley laughed, pressed me down until my knees were on the ground. I was lowered onto my back in the dust. There were big boots all around me, curses, crude laughter. My bikini bottoms were quickly stripped away and I felt someone take an ankle, another boy grabbed my other ankle.
'Oh, God no!' I sobbed. I covered my face but someone took my wrists, too, and held them above my head.
'Wow, look at that pussy!' It was the boy with acne. Another man shoved through the circle, fell on his knees between my knees.
'Eating stuff, boy!' He pressed wet lips against my thigh. A tongue snaked towards the matted thatch of my cunt hair. Then Farley's boot swung through the air and clunked solidly against the man's shoulder.
'Hey, Farley, what the fuck?' He rubbed the bruised shoulder.
'You paid to look. That's all.' Farley jerked me up by the hand. The boys who held my ankles let go and stepped back, watching Farley like he might spring on them. I could taste my salty tears, the dust, the fear inside me like sour vomit. But my cunt glowed warmly, that tender place where everyone's eyes had burned so hotly a few seconds before – it glowed. I felt so naked, so vulnerable. When Farley put his arm around my waist, I leaned weakly against him. The gang made way for us and Farley took me up out of the clearing and into the woods. Behind us I could hear the whoops start up again, the sharp pop of beer cans opening. I was really crying now, with fear and relief, too. Farley's hand fell against my ass. He cupped fingers under the curve of one cheek, caressing it. I was still too scared to say a thing.
We came though a thicket that scratched the skin of my thighs. A boy and a girl lay on a blanket. The girl was naked. The boy wore only a pair of motorcycle boots. Farley laughed and strode towards them.
'Okay, Clyde, get the hell out.'
The boy looked at me, looked at Farley. 'Sure, Farley.' The girl was already putting on her jeans. As I stood there looking at that blanket, another sob caught me, then another. Farley undid his belt. His jeans fell around his ankles. The boy and the girl grinned, picked up their beers and disappeared through the brush.
'You want these back, don't ya?' Farley held up the two parts of my bikini.
I choked on a sob. 'Y-Y-Yes…'
He skinned the rest of his clothes. The muscles in his thighs, his belly, his chest – they looked massive, invulnerable. I might run, but to where? And how long would it take him to catch me? I looked away when his cock bobbed up from his shorts. He was completely naked now. His long, matted hair framed his face, made it seem harder than his years. He couldn't be too old. In his twenties. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry and I felt like crying again.
'See, I know something about you that you don't think I do.'
'What's that?' I didn't care, I only wanted to keep him talking.
'That night up at the old mansion when I was plowing Janey in the bedroom. I knew you were outside the door watching us. I saw you but didn't say anything.' His smile, his eyes. They did things to my nakedness, made me feel it all the more. 'I just let you watch me fuck the hell out of little Janey, see? I figured you were enjoying it enough to hang around, so what the hell.' He came towards me. I felt like a bird with a broken wing. His hands rested on my shoulders and pressed me down onto my knees. His cock beat hotly against my cheek and I gave a little cry. Then Farley sank to his knees, too, and with his fingers twisted in my hair, he brought my face down towards his groin. His cock bumped me again, the knob against my lips. I twisted my head to the side but Farley made me face him.
'I don't really get too much of a kick out of slappin' pretty girls up side the head.' His eyes were brown pools of ice. 'But if you dig that kind of thing, well I'll oblige.'
'Oh, Farley, won't you just give me my clothes and let me…'
'Open your mouth, bitch!'
Tears flooded over my dusty cheeks. I opened my mouth and felt the swollen tip of his cock brush the underside of my chin. Farley grasped the skin along the shaft and pulled it back. His prick was uncircumcised and the foreskin lightened around the ridged crown and then slipped behind it. The knob was glossy slick with his juice, pulsing with every beat of his heart. I could smell it, a musky, pungent smell.
'Just lick my knob with the tip of your tongue now.' Farley's voice was tense. I sobbed, pushed my tongue out. The heat of his cock surprised me. I wet the bulging lobes at the bottom of his cockhead and pulled my tongue away. 'More!'
'Ohhhh, nooooo!'
'Oh, yes!' Farley pulled me forward, embedding his cocktip between my lips. My first thought was to jerk away, but he held his hand up, poised. I let him pull me forward, down over the prickshaft. My lips curled around the broad, heavy knob. I licked slowly along the bottom of his rod, feeling the veins and bumps and the welt where his cock tube stretched back into his balls. I gagged but choked down the bile taste. He began to move his hips, rocking his cock deeper into my mouth.
'Suck my prick, damn it!'
I tried. I didn't know what he meant, but I tried. The honor of having a man's cock in my mouth had made me weak. I curved my tongue into a deep trough and drove it out along the underside of his prickshaft, then drew it slowly back. Farley groaned. He put his hands palm down on my back and held his tool deep inside. I could feel the knob only an inch away from the beginnings of my throat. If he moved his dick any deeper, I'd puke. He moved. The bulged, bluish knob touched my throat. My stomach bucked three times before he moaned again and pulled his cock back. I knew what he liked now. When I'd convulsed from the choking feeling, my throat had spasmed tighter, clenching his prick at the end.
'You're gonna learn to suck cock good before I let you go.' He forced me down on his prick again and again. The throes of strangling made my body lurch. I felt my throat closing down around his knob again, felt his hot, heavy balls bump my chin. I whined through my nose, begging him to release me.
'Damn that's good… real good.' He took his cock clear out of my mouth and made me look up at him. 'Yeah, your lips are nice and wet and you look a little sad.' He picked up a tear on his finger and licked it. 'It'll be better for you in a while.'
I opened my mouth to beg again, but shut it finally, dropped my eyes away. His cock touched me, divided my jaws. Once again I surrendered to his lust, let him fuck my mouth. But now his cock didn't go as deep. I began to lick his shaft again, hoping he might take pity on me and turn me loose before… I could hardly bear to think of it – his cum inside my mouth!
'Suck with your tongue… at the tip, baby!' His hands shook where they touched my back. I drove my tongue tip in circles around the pulsing crown. Farley gasped something and tightened the muscles in his ass and thighs. My spit leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin. His shaft was wet back to his balls and the more I sucked, the more hot saliva bathed his rod. My mouth was running over with it. The friction, the slippery, spongy fullness made me moan, too. It was such a strange feeling. A man's cock wasn't made to go in mouths, was it? It wasn't right for it to be there.
Farley touched my tits. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolled the hot little nubbins until my cunt tingled. I felt a flood of butter between the closed pussylips, moved my hips to shut it off and only made it worse.
More tears welled into my eyes. Farley had me by the head again and was forcing me to bob up and down
