'I'm next, honey,' one of the girls said.
'No, I'm next,' another said.
And Lisa knew she was in for a long night.
CHAPTER SIX
Rusty rubbed his wrists. They were black and blue and swollen from this afternoon's ordeal on the rack. He hoped he'd never have to go through something like that again. He didn't think his wrists would make it next time. As sore as they were now, he knew they would recover, but he didn't think they'd ever be quite the same again. He'd probably have arthritis in them before he was twenty-five.
Next to him on a single bed, Jimmy Benton was beating off. Tonight was Rusty's night to share the younger boy's room, and Rusty knew that, he wouldn't get much sleep. Jimmy would be awake at least twice during the night to beat himself off. The kid always jiggled around so much and made so much racket that Rusty was never able to sleep through it. Rusty had to put up with the kid every other night, because every other night he shared Jimmy's room and every alternate night he shared Todd's room. Todd, being older and free to fuck all the chicks he wanted to, jerked off only rarely during the night. But Jimmy only got to fuck the females he and the other junior high studs could run down after dark, and females on the streets after dark were getting rarer and rarer. Besides, Jimmy had got picked up by the cops so many times that Old Man Benton had practically chained the kid up at night. The old man had literally chained Jimmy to the bed a few times, the same way he chained up the old lady every night.
That was another thing that kept Rusty awake the old lady's rattling chains. A month ago the old man had started chaining the old lady to her bed at night to keep her out of mischief while he was off working his nightshift at the iron works. Before that the old lady used to sneak out on the streets and wait for a pack of pussy hunting junior high pricks to come along and gang fuck her. One time the frenzied young studs had fucked her into a near coma, and the old man had had to fetch her from the hospital. The old man hadn't thought much of it that time, but he'd given her hell for going for a walk at night. She'd just been asking for it, he said. Served her right. But then when it happened again, when he'd been called for the second time in two weeks to come to the hospital and pick up his raped and buggered old lady, he realized what had been going on. The old lady was out at night trying to get herself laid while he was working his ass off at the factory. That was when he brought in the chains. Before he went to work every night, he chained her up, beat her ass with a leather strap, and fucked the shit out of her. What he didn't know was that the old lady was still getting herself laid behind his back. Both Todd and Jimmy, especially Jimmy, went at their mother every night like tigers.
'What time is it, Rusty?' Jimmy asked. He lay in the bed next to Rusty's with his eyes closed, his naked brown body misted with sweat under the lamplight, his brown fist pumping his seven-inch cock. The kid always bragged about how his cock was as long as his brother's already, and he was still three years younger than Todd.
'Twenty to eleven,' Rusty said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand between the two single beds. In his own room across the hall, Todd was lying nude, scratching his balls and panting over a Hustler centerfold. His own seven-inch cock lay twitching along his belly like a purple capped ivory tusk.
'Five more minutes,' Jimmy said, referring to the fact that in five minutes the old man would be leaving for work and he'd be free to climb his mother's hot ass. 'Shit,' he said, 'I can't wait. Oh, Christ!'
Jimmy's long body stiffened. His square pectorals and rectangular abdominal ridges stood out like carved stone. His cock head ballooned, its piss-slit gaping. A rope of white jism shot out and splashed down on the boy's heaving chest. The boy squirmed. Another spurt shot out and nearly hit Rusty.
Rusty jumped. 'Christ, watch it!' He scrambled off the bed, letting the crazy kid squirt all over himself and everyplace else.
The kid didn't have any brains. He shot all over everything.
While Jimmy thrashed around on his bed, squirting and muttering to himself, Rusty went across the hall and sat on the bed next to Todd. He liked Todd better than Jimmy. Todd was more like a big brother to him, and the two of them both went to Sutton High and played on the football team.
'Look at how big and juicy it is,' Todd said, nudging Rusty. 'All the chicks in this magazine open up real wide without even pulling the flaps apart with their hands.'
Rusty looked at the girl in the centerfold. She lay on her back doing the splits, shoving her wide open pussy right up at their faces. Rusty could see way up inside the pink hole, with the pussy lips fanned out so wide and the clit standing up like a pink wet peanut.
'Damn!' Rusty said, and his prick flopped up and topped down on his belly, the head throbbing well up past his navel. He wanted to grab his cock and pump it, but his wrists were so sore he could hardly close his hand.
Todd turned the page, whistling and muttering about the next hot, wide open chick who jumped out at them licking her lips and showing them her oh-please-fuck-me eyes. Rusty kept his eyes glued to the magazine pages, not wanting to miss one juicy cunt. Across the hall, Rusty could hear Jimmy cleaning up his mess. In the distance, he could hear the muffled sound of the old lady's chains. The old man was shackling her to the metal bed frame. Rusty hadn't heard him beat her tonight, or him bellow and her screech while he sliced her up with his cock. He knew that the old lady loved the whippings her husband gave her, loved the way he fucked her until she screamed, but still, Rusty didn't enjoy listening to it. The sounds of brutality made him want to curl up into a ball and hide. In fact, sometimes just being in Sutton made him want to do that. Sutton was such a fucking mean town.
Rusty had come to Sutton with high hopes of finding a new home and becoming a star athlete.
After his mother had died last summer, he had at first traveled with his old man, a trucker, whom Rusty had rarely seen during his young life. His old man had come home for a few days between hauls now and then, but even then he'd spent those few days half drunk and fucking Rusty's mom nonstop. Then, after Rusty's mother had died, Rusty had spent, two weeks of hell traveling with the old man. The old man hated him to begin with, but once the old man got a look at Rusty's ten-inch cock he seemed to go whacky, seemed like he wanted to kill Rusty.
'Think you're better than your old man, don't ya?' the old man would bellow after he'd had a few. 'Wanna go to high school and all. Think ya got the smarts, don't ya? Momma's boy and all. Ya look just like her with your blond hair and pretty face – blond hair down to your shoulders like some little bitch. Shit! And ya wanna play football? Shit! Football's a man's game. Ya look like a little girl, a fucking little girl.' And here he'd laugh for awhile, until his face suddenly got serious again. 'Think you're really something because ya got a over growed hog dangling from your balls, doncha? Well, let me tell you something – it ain't how big it is, it's whatcha can do with it that counts. And there ain't no girly boy like you knows how ta fuck worth a damn.'
Then, during that hold-over in Vegas Rusty had returned to his motel room from supper and found the old man waiting for him with a bare-assed whore.
The whore had the biggest tits Rusty had ever seen, and he could smell her all the way across the room. Rusty had never before seen a naked girl live. He swayed on his feet looking at her, dizzy with her scent, and from head to toe he flushed hot. His dick almost ripped his pants open.
The old man lay on the bed beside the whore, his cock as soft as his paunch. The old man's cock was wet, and Rusty could tell that the old man had had it in her.
'Get over here,' the old man said to Rusty, 'and you, bitch, get up on all fours.'
The whore got up on her hands and knees, giggling. Rusty could see jism leaking out of the dark hole of her cunt.
'Come on, honey,' the whore said. 'I love 'em young.'
Rusty felt like vomiting. As hot as his prick felt, there was no way he was going to shove it up the cunt his greasy old man had just fucked. Without a word, he turned to leave. He was going to run as far away as he could get from there. He'd run forever if he had to. But before he could get to the door, his old man caught him, caught him and knocked him down.
'OK, Mr. Smart,' the old man growled. 'Get over there and eat that bitch. And when you get done eatin' her, you're gonna shove your over growed hog up her and show us if you're a man.' The old man grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the whore. Then he grabbed Rusty's head like a hunk of clay and plastered Rusty's
