bars were pulled back. I started to relax when he hit the side of my face with his fist, rolled me onto my back and fell heavily on top of me.
The man smelled of sweat and hard work. His hands were callused and rough. His arms were knotted and felt like bands of steel. I opened my swollen, red eyes and he spat in my face.
I felt his pant legs scraping the inside of my thigh and the zipper cutting into my already swollen and sore cuntlips as he drove inside. My ass smashed into the dirt floor and had nothing to take up any of the shock. It felt like he'd driven that thing clear against my spine.
In and out, back and forth, hurt, hurt, hurt as much as it can. In, hurt, out, wait for the next painful jolt. In- hurt-out-wait. In-hurt-out…
It seemed to go on forever. My body wasn't responding and I thanked God for that. I could take this, as long as my body didn't betray me.
And take it I did! All nine inches of it for nearly fifteen minutes before his eyes glazed and his cock began to throb. I felt him spill his load inside me. I felt his cock get really slick. I heard my pussy begin to suck and then it was over. He got up, wiped his filthy cock with my pony tail, stuffed the dead snake back in his pants and stomped out. Of course there were the usual insults, the orders never to see either of his teens again, etcetera, etcetera.
What a wonderful summer vacation. The gang, the orgy, and now this.
I got to my feet shakily, kicked my shorts the rest of the way off and limped to the house to care for my wounds. After a bath, I took a tube of first-aid cream and went to my aunt's room to stand in front of her mirror and see if I could repair at least part of the damage.
It was unreal. Welt after welt, red in the center and white around the edges, lined my back, criss-crossing back and forth, with some straight up and down. It would be a few days before the pain and marks would go away.
I bent my strained and aching arms back and began rubbing the cream around. I wasn't able to reach my back as my arms were just too sore and weak. When I got all I could, I turned on the record player and lay down on the bed in my room to relax.
Even my tits were sore. I couldn't lie on my back or sit. Finally, I took a pillow and placed it under my chest in such a way that my tits had very little pressure on them.
I was almost asleep when the back door squeaked open.
'Who's there?' I called fearfully, grabbing a long knitting needle to protect myself with.
'Lucy – Sally, are you all right?'
My mind reeled. If her father found out she was here it would be all over. 'Go away!' I screamed in desperation. 'Your father will kill me if he catches you over here!'
'Don't worry. He was so mad when he came home that he took all the money in the house and headed for the city. He'll stay on a binge until the money runs out. Boy!' she gasped when she saw my battered back. 'Can I do anything?'
I gave her the first-aid cream and she started rubbing it carefully into the welts. She sobbed over and over about how sorry she was. She told me how John had come home and made passes at her. She'd turned him down and he'd called her a queer within hearing of the old man. One thing led to another and he'd slapped her around until she admitted that I had seduced her.
Her little hands were soothing. I lay there letting her rub my shoulders and work the cream into my welts. She maneuvered around as she worked, rubbing her hot crotch against me as much as she could.
At first I didn't realize what was going on. The few times I realized her cunt was pressed against me I thought it was accidental. Then it started to happen with too much effort on her part and too often. I pulled my foot away from her. Seconds later I had to pull my elbow away. Then it was my hand.
Lucy broke into tears. 'Please, Sally,' she sobbed. 'I know it hurt you. I know I got you all beat up. I'm sorry-honest I am, but I'm on fire. I need you so bad I can barely keep from peeing my pants!'
I lay unhappily on the bed, so sore and so tired I couldn't have moved if I had wanted. I watched as the girl's face lined with the urgency of her need. I watched as a blush rose on her cheeks. I watched as her eyes widened and dilated. I watched as they glazed.
'Boy, was that ever wild!' she whispered. 'You honestly don't like that any more?'
'It's not that I don't like it – I love it. I just can't reach a climax. It feels great and gets me all hot, but then it either disappears or keeps building until I pass out.'
'Gee, that sounds awful!' she sighed.
It was bad! No one can imagine how bad it was. I felt tears well in my eyes and start to run slowly across my cheeks.
'What you need is the biggest cock in the whole world. I'll bet that would make you come!' she said with some feeling.
'I don't know,' I sighed, thinking of her father's and how it hadn't done anything for me.
Lucy stayed with me that night and rubbed me down real good in the morning with salve before going home to do her chores.
I forced myself to do mine too. But I didn't try to put any clothes on. Every time anything touched me it was like hitting a sunburn.
I'd had it. I had to talk to someone, and after a time, decided that it should be my brother. I could tell him everything that had happened to me without him getting mad or telling someone else. He loved me in his own way. He and Lynn would be kind. Who knows, I thought, they might even know how to help me.
I still couldn't sit down so I got my address book out and stood by the telephone as I called.
Keith and Lynn would be down the following weekend; I didn't see Lucy after that. I didn't want another beating. John stayed away too. Mr. Walker dropped by on Tuesday. He said he wanted to see how I was doing, but stared at my covered pussy and full halter so hard I knew he wanted more than just to check on me.
All but the very worst welts had gone away and I was feeling more than well enough to take him on. It was still four days before my brother would be there and I didn't really want to deny myself that long.
'All you came over here for was a little pussy,' I teased.
'I've stopped going to that sex club after what they did to you. I feel really bad about it,' he sighed.
'Would you like a little?'
Mr. Walker was having a hard time lying still. I slid my free hand between his thighs and lightly teased his hairy crack. I pushed my fingers between the two powerful muscles and spread them. Finding his asshole, hidden at the bottom and fringed with hair, I pressed my finger to it.
The man jerked and trembled, gasping and sighing to my probing caresses. Freeing my other hand I slid it up and teased his nipples, making the stimulation more complete. I slid my finger deeper into the man's ass, feeling the warm slickness of his dark pipe as I pushed in.
His hands found my head and his fingers laced through my hair. Starting slowly and building to a faster and faster pace, he guided my head up and down on his cock. The salty thing felt good as it slid along the top of my tongue and lodged for a second in my throat. The slick crown warmed and almost burned the roof of my mouth as it rubbed back and forth across it. I sucked in so hard my cheeks indented on the way down. I blew until my cheeks puffed out on the way back up. I spread my thighs farther and farther, so he could lick, as my ass started to warm and tingle. The muscles in my crotch began to tighten and relax by themselves.
His heavy cock began to tremble and I worked him farther and farther into my throat. He drew my head back and forth and made it go in circles, adding to the pleasure I was already giving him.
'Oh – it's good! Soooo good!' he moaned as the first spasms shivered through his hard-on.
He must have been saving it up for a long time because I thought he'd never stop shooting his slimy cum into me. His cock pulsed and throbbed, time after time, sending stream after stream of warm jism down my throat and over my tongue and teeth.
I swallowed it over and over again to keep from choking. Md still it came. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft to help milk it dry. I squeezed his bafls gently. I popped my finger out of his asshole and still it kept splashing against the roof of my mouth.
When he'd finally emptied himself, I sucked his cock clean, wiped my lips and chin with my fingers and licked them clean. It was time for Mr. Walker to eat me out.
Mr. Walker grabbed my dangling boobs and massaged them as his tongue trailed up and down my swampy
