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The Long Walk

By: Rusher



Driving through the town, intermittently clicking on and off the map light as I look again and again at the directions, trying to make sure that I don’t get lost, I shiver with anticipation and more. I’ve already memorized the directions a dozen times; looking at them is really nothing more than a nervous tick now.

The rental car is proving to be a constant environmental challenge as I attempt to find the proper balance inside. If I adjust the heat to warm my body, the windows almost immediately begin to fog, due to the cold and intermittent rain on the outside. When I switch to defrost, however, the interior begins to drop in temperature, allowing the outside cold to seep in. Ultimately, I have to use the car’s defroster in order to be able to see outside. Thus, I tremble and shake as I’m driving to her, despite the heavy coat that I’m wearing. Fortunately, the streets are well marked, and I am making progress towards her door without having to retrace any steps. I am now only blocks away.

At last I drive up in front of her house. I turn off the ignition and slump back into the seat. I had not realized until I got here how much nervous energy I had spent in the combination of paying attention to the road, wracking my brain to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything, and anticipating what was about to happen. I need to rest for a moment and take it all in. I am trying to regain the confidence I felt when we made plans for the meeting a month ago. How sure I was that I could please her and make her happy. I was sure that I knew her tastes. We’d been corresponding for so long, talking about so many things, I felt like I knew her better than anyone I’ve ever known. But uncertainty and insecurity were beginning to creep in now that I was sitting outside her front door.

Throughout our on-line correspondence she has been dropping hints here and there about her preferences and fetishes, but never coming straight out with her ‘wish list’. She always wanted to remain mysterious. I thought of it as her way of making sure I was thinking about her. She was always just behind an opaque veil, remaining tantalizingly in view, but never allowing me to see her in her entirety. I found it erotic and exciting trying to peer through the veil, at the same time being excited by her enigmatic nature.

Of course, not knowing adds an element of uncertainty and risk to this meeting. There is always that chance that she is holding something back, wanting me to guess, wanting me to unlock and discover that secret knowledge that no other man has discovered, and use that knowledge to surprise and delight her. But if I missed the clues, or interpreted them wrong, it could prove...interesting. 

For the hundredth time, I check the items I’ve brought with me. The dozen coral roses, her favorite, are stunning; the bold color is a lovely contrast to the frail petals in full bloom. They stand as a symbol of our mutual desire. In the flower basket there are two bottles of her favorite wine, more knowledge learned from our hours of correspondence. These are the only items in which I have complete confidence in my choices. She purposely let that knowledge slip, I think, for my pleasure as well as her own, so that I would at least know I could do this for her.

I think the rest of the items I have brought along will also bring her pleasure. The massage lotions that warm to the touch, scented with various exotic fruits, are an intimate compromise I hope she’ll find amusing. It wasn’t practical to bring all the things with me to carry out her fantasy of having her body covered with whipped cream and berries, so I brought what I hoped would be the next best thing. I have imagined her naked lying on her stomach as I sit astride her thighs, giving her a deep massage, then bending down to plant soft kisses along her lower back and buttocks. For desert, I have chocolate flavored body paint, with which I plan to ravenously indulge my sweet tooth.

Also in the basket is a small book of erotic poetry that I purchased. Taking a chapter from another of our discussions, I combed the ancient local bookstore in my neighborhood for three hours to find just the right book. I hope that some of the passages will arouse her to the point that touching her skin will bring about an electric spark. Next to the book are silken cords that I may use to bind her, although I haven’t decided about that yet. I have imagined tying her hands to the headboard and reading the erotic poems to her, all the while slathering her body with wet kisses and stroking her until she begs me for release, both literally and figuratively.

I’ve also brought a blindfold, though this is not for use with the ropes. I want to sit her in the middle of the room wearing only the blindfold, so that I can stroke and touch her all over, giving her the feeling of anticipation and uncertainty that comes from not knowing where or when or how I’ll touch her next. Although I’m already feeling the excitement and need that I know are only just beginning, I imagine myself touching and teasing her for a long time before I do anything for my own pleasure.

Finally deciding I am ready for the long walk up her sidewalk, I shed my coat. I flip down the vanity mirror and take one last look, running my fingers through my short blonde hair and adjusting the bow tie for the millionth time to be sure it’s straight. I take my gifts and step out of the car into the cold evening air, which is offset by the warm feeling of anticipation and excitement the moment has created.

I think that the things I have brought as gifts for her will please and thrill her. But as I make this long walk, I realize that I can’t be sure that she isn’t into nipple clamps, or cock cages, or rubber pants and diapers, or a hundred other things that I might not have fathomed from our hours of discussion. I think to myself that if she answers the door in skin-tight latex, wearing a mask and trailing a whip, I’m not sure whether I’ll have the nerve to cross the threshold.

I press the buzzer and take a step back from the door. The months of anticipation are welling up inside me, making me more nervous than I can ever remember being. I want so much to make this night perfect. Now it’s all I can do to keep from turning and running away. After a thousand years, I hear the locks turning. Taking a deep breath, I thrust my chest forward. I can almost sense her standing behind the door, smiling and making me wait, as the door seemingly takes forever to start to slowly swing open. And then I gaze upon her for the first time.

She is resplendent in a shimmering full-length red nightgown, slit up the side to the hip, with thin straps at the shoulders. It hugs her form sensually without being tight, showing her full feminine curves. I gain just a glance of her cleavage before she pulls the matching housecoat around herself against the cold. Looking me over from head to toe slowly, she forms just the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Are those for me?”

“Yes,” I said, handing her the bouquet.

“They’re lovely,” she said, breathing the scent of them deeply, and sensually stroking the petals. “They’re my favorites.” I smile at that. I know they’re her favorite, and she knows that I know: she’s merely extending this exquisite final moment of anticipation before I cross her threshold.

“And the basket?”

“Those things are for you, too. I brought some wine, and some other things for later.”

“Mmm...wonderful. And is that for me, too?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, I think that you should bring it in hear where it’s warm.”

“I’d like that.” With that, I walk past her and through the door, turning to face her as she swings the door closed.

“Weren’t you worried about walking from the car wearing nothing but a bow tie?” 

“Well, yes...but only because of the shrinkage.”

“Shrinkage?”

“You know,” I say, gesturing down. “Because of the cold...”

“Oh...well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that...”

The Long Walk Back



A young woman finds herself a plaything for the amusement of her guards as they escort her back to her cell. The humiliation of her interrogation only now made worse by their abuse and humiliation of her

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My eyes still stung from the tears that had flowed so freely during the examination that was etched as freshly on my body as it was in my minds eye. The shackles were unforgiving in their encirclement of my ankles and were ill-fitting enough to begin to rub the skin raw until it beaded with blood and led to its warmth trickling down my instep

Each step I took was only a half gait of those taken by the guards at my side and I was forced to double up on the speed of each step, an increasingly painful experience given the chafe of metal against my ankles and the fiery massage that bathed my crotch with an increasing severity. Even with my body wiped free of it, the painful echo of its presence ached my sensitive flesh as deeply as my innermost parts ached from the rough violation of his fingers.

So strongly pungent had been the odor of the methanol that even now it still invaded every breath I took, almost as deeply as his probing fingers had been as he ...as he ...I tried not to think of it, tried to partition my mind and free it from the vileness of reality. Somewhere from the recess of conscious thought I tried to dig out some passage of a text that I had committed to memory, but my thoughts kept betraying me with those memories

I was in an almost stunned silence as the guards flanked me within the cold compress of the cell lined corridors and as such it was several minutes before I actually realized that we had turned right instead of left at the end of this corridor and that they were leading me down into a new part of the prison complex.

What else had there been to do but to map out the interminable journeys on which I was led through the compound, imprinting each labouring step as though it where to be the very last I would take. It was then that a wave of panic set my thoughts awash, perhaps this was it ...that I was even now being led away after the formality of processing and would now face the sharp bite of rough rope around my neck,   or worse.

Perhaps I would be violated on the way to the execution ...perhaps during ...maybe ...even after, but by then at least the mental suffering that was becoming such a heavy weight within me would be over.

Then I remembered his words ...or, as they felt after my time spent in that room with him, a grave promise

"...we'll continue your interview later"

The memory of his voice was of grim comfort though. As it only promised a continuity to my torment. After all, he had no reason to hide from me my fate ...only toy with me from the inevitability of it.

Those thoughts were abruptly quashed from my head when one of the guards pushed me forward against the cold wall of the corridor, his hand running along the cleft of my buttocks before burying against the intimacy of my flesh that was still raw from before. His probing fingers reminding me a little of what I had only recently endured during my 'processing' but there was no façade of authority with his movements, 

Rather his pungent male odor prevailed against me as his calloused fingers splayed apart my lips as his forefinger flicked harshly against my clit before plunging forcibly into my pussy.

"A right whore this one ...she's fucking wet already!"

Though it was true that my body was moist, it was certainly not from his touch but from the lingering film of burning grease that had been smeared within my depths from the earlier examination. I gritted my teeth and gasped out at his intrusion deep into my flesh, I could feel the writhing of his fingers as they writhed within my tight channel. I tried to cry out but was silenced by the other guard as his own fingers sought out my breast and started to tug forcibly on my nipple. There was a more frightening presence in the corridor with me though, one that had, until now, been quite content to watch the men as they began to manhandle me.

She took her moment to step from the shadows as wound her fingers through my hair, tightening her pull on my scalp as she yanked my head back from the wall with little care for the stress it put against me. I yelped from the sudden pain as she slowly lowered her head towards my gaze as my eyes shifted to the side and caught the shadow of her in my peripheral vision

"Pretty lips ...bitch." she spoke, her voice a whisper of menacing intention as I was surrounded by these uniformed hyena's

"Drop her!" she hissed towards the guards, her instruction was received with a dark exchange of grins between them as I suddenly felt the breathless pull of my body from the cold press of the concrete wall. I was pushed hard across the width of the corridor ...coming to a sudden rest against the opposing wall where the back of my head rung with the impact and caused me to stumble forward, my legs still shackled and my balance compromised because of it.

The world spun ...my body fell towards the cold ground, but I had little chance to catch my breath before they grabbed a hold of my shoulder and spun me across onto my back. I lay there for a moment looking up at the three of them. My chest rising hard with each breath, my pale skin a patchwork of reddening abuse.

"Let's put those pretty lips of yours to work bitch." the female guard spoke with a malevolent tenor as she walked across me, coming to a halt, standing over my face with her legs splayed either side of my head and my vision drawn inexorably towards the shadow beneath her skirt as she settled in her domineering stance above me.

Her hands fell to her side and began to pull upwards on her dark pencil skirt until she grasped at the severe hem with her fingers and with the material bunched between her fingers she slowly rode the clothing up across her thighs revealing more and more of her legs to me. The light in the corridor was bleak and only the pools of light came from the iridescent glare of the stark neon lights spaced intermittently above and succeeding in only lighting the immediate vicinity whilst seeming to cast an even greater darkness in the bridge between the next one. 

I tried to move my head away from their glare as they proved far more debilitating to my vision that the darkness did ...in fact the darkness had often now proved to be somewhat of a comfort and I had come to yearn for it in the times I was away from my cell.

She kept pulling at the hem until she stood there with her pencil skirt bunched around her waist and exposing her naked female charms to me. From my vantage point, prone on the floor, I could clearly see the cleft of her sex, she was free of any hair, and the slight reddened blush of her crotch gave rise to the curious thought in my head that she only recently waxed. Was this a commonplace activity for her ...or was it something she indulged in when she knew the prospect of forcing a prisoners favour was within her grasp. My mind felt as though I was grasping at thoughts ...any thoughts, all in an effort to free myself of any mental shackles to the events that I was helpless to dissuade and leaving only 'flesh' for her to violate. 

She shuffled her feet and began to squat over me, the occasional glimpse I caught of her face begat an expression of perverse delight at what she was about to force upon me he full bloodied cleft. As she lowered herself, the natural shift of her body exposed more of her lips and the tightness of her taboo hole as she came to rest only a few inches from my face. My breathing came in panicked gasps, something that seemed to delight her more as the fearful wash of each breath I took pulsed across her bare pussy lips

Her hand dipped down and wound tightly through my hair, pulling my head up from the floor a few inches to met the pungent sweet scent of her sex and she pressed my lips against hers and ground her hips against me, rubbing her scent against my face and groaning as the bud of her clit pressed tightly against the bridge of my nose.

I tried to pull away from the cloak of her heady musk as her body found natural fallow against my face. She seemed to sense the resistance easily and responded with a tightening against my scalp and dropping to her knees ...pushing her rich flavour against my unwilling mouth.

"Put your tongue to work you bitch!" she snarled and thrust her crotch against me to mark the point, "If you don't do a good job of it, I will have my two friends spill their seed over your pretty little face and then have them drag you down and throw you to those rapists. You think they will be able to resist the scent of a cum stained little whore? I don't think so. They will be all over you like a pack of feral dogs, and if you are lucky enough to survive the ordeal then your fertile womb will have been filled with the bastard sperm of rapists and murderers." her voice rang with barely concealed excitement at that prospect.

I knew this was no idle threat on her part, there was an air to her tone that spoke with decisive malice. One way or another she was going to get pleasure from me, but whether it was by the flicker and twitch of my tongue funneled between her warming sex ...or the watching of my flesh desecrated by a dozen rabid 

I made my choice ...the only one I could.

My lips parted a little, feeling the warmth of her blood engorged outer lips against them as the tip of my tongue teased out against her heat and tasted the potent odor of another woman for the first time. My movements were hesitant and clumsy but it seemed to matter little for now ...the very fact that I had succumbed to her demands seemed to send a shrill pleasurable shiver through the she wolf as she ground her moistening petals against my face, her fingers still wound through my hair. 

"You can do better..." came a whisper from her ...but within it was as much a threat, a dark promise that if I didn't 'do better' then they might yet slake their cruelty by throwing me to the 'feral dogs'. My tongue parted my lips fully, trailing along the sodden cleft of meat between her thighs as I tasted her warm compress against the sensitivity of my taste. Sensing this, she pressed harder and ground tighter, the hidden folds of flesh harboring her sensitive bud now rolling hard against the hard bone of my nose

She dropped forward a little, her free hand splayed against the floor as she bore some of her weight and close her eyes and groaned, my tongue sliding deeper and flickering against the boundary of her tight entrance as the first sliver of wetness trickled down the funnel of my tongue and rolled to the back of my throat. Each sway of my tongue was met with a roll of hips and a deepening groan from the woman as she seemed to start to lose herself in the rising tide of release that flickered at the fringes of her consciousness. I recognized the signs of course ...but my mind tried to shield me from the reasoning behind her growing pleasure.

The sound of zippers being drawn down almost in union was about the only thing that my sense of hearing caught against beyond the fevered groans of the uniformed bitch lacing my face with her honey. It was a sound that caught against her too, and for a moment her eyes flickered open and she glanced across her shoulder, her body still a haven for breathless pants as she heightened her enjoyment of me.

"Cock?" I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was relishing this. "This little whore is hardly worthy of having cock inside her ...besides, who knows who ...or indeed what, she has had up there." she glared at me, truly relishing dehumanizing and demeaning me 

None of it where true, her insults were cold and caustic but I had become to realise that this was as good as I could expect to be treated here, far from the glare of any who may have questioned such actions, all I was, was a number ...meat, something from which pleasure could be derived from without guilt of those involved. My arrest and incarceration had seen to it that I had lost all those human rights that were held so precious in the world clear of this one.

There was of course another very real reason, that being the thin glaze of balm that still burn against the slim wet sheen of my depths from the rough examination prior to all this. The last thing they would have wanted was to experience the same irritation as that flowed through me and would continue to do so most of the night.

Above me, she glanced around, the subtle movements of her body serving to grind her pungent wet cunt even tighter against my lips press and the shameful dart of my tongue.

"There." she pointed into the darkness on one of the unused cells. "That will be good enough for her."

I couldn't see anything, but the chuckling from the two men hidden behind her cemented the rise of a new humiliation they intended to inflict on my flesh. The sound of footsteps and scuffling, then the return which was met with greater frivolity. The first I knew of their 'game' was the brush of something hard and unforgiving against the limit of my sex as they pushed my legs apart as far as the shackles would permit. Then what followed was pain as the length was thrust deep inside me, the balm acting as lubricant to its invasion as they drove it hard and deep until the tip of it glanced against the neck of my womb. The pain was sheer and I cried out against the bucking female guard as she rode my face, pushing my face solidly against her as my back arched against the trials inflicted on me by the guards between my legs. 

It was an act that was met with relish by the she wolf as she cried out hoarsely for them to continue 'fucking the little slut'. Something they didn't need telling twice as they pulled the uniform girth of the wooden handle from my depths and then plunged it in stiffly once more, it never gave ...my body did and a sharp cry from my lips resulted in a cry of pleasure from the guard as my tongue wormed its way against the tight wet embrace of her body.

A tremble took to her hips ...a low groan ...the fingernails of the hand splayed against the floor now clawed at the cold stone as the surge of her orgasm began to take control. She pressed tight to me, the fingers through my hair holding me fast as a wetness flowed from her the moment an orgasmic scream took to her lips. Her hips sent into spasm as she squirted ...her wetness flooded me, following the profile of my face and trickling into my nostrils and down my throat, setting in its wet wake a violent series of coughing as I felt myself almost drowning from the taste of pleasure she had drawn from her body at my abuse 

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" her voice rang through the corridor as she stood above me, her body still naked from the waist down but for her severe patent black heels and the remains of her glistening release still trickling down her thighs.

Her moving away was the cue for the two guards who, after watching such a lurid display, had been sporting firm meat as they pounded the handle of the toilet plunger into my body. They dropped to their knees, one either side and worked their turgid flesh with there hands just inches above my face, from the looks of them both they were close, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the woman.

"Open your mouth slut ...so help you, you had better swallow every drop of what they give you else the next time you taste a man it will be one of those convicted dogs!" 

My lips, still sticky from her now parted and waited, my eyes bereft of emotion but for the wetness of a quiet tear that pooled against the corner before trailing down my cheek and being lost in the wetness that already glistened against me. The air above me was a mix of scents, her feminine perfume punctured now by the heavy flavour of man as the almost unified twitched of their cocks as they worked them over my open mouth worked its way into each intake of breath. 

The next moment was filled with me gagging and choking as they spilled their thick strands of seed into my mouth, pooling at the back of my throat, they prevented my spitting it back out when they pushed their hot meat into my open maw, ensuring that no drop was wasted on the floor, and they never removed them until the movements of my throat confirmed to their satisfaction that I had swallowed their load.

"Filthy fucking lesbian!" she scolded me as she began to tug her skirt down. Her reprimand was repeated by the guards who were even now tucking their spent flaccid cocks back into their trousers, their cocks stilled glistening from the remainder of their release and the thin glaze of spittle that had been forced upon them from their despoiling my mouth.

"Get her to her feet!" spat the woman, and the guards grabbed a hold of my hair and proceeded to haul me up and continuing on with the journey down the corridor as though the little lurid detour had never happened.

The journeys end came with an open cell, a cell that was far removed from the general populace of the prison, as each of them seemed to be in this wing, giving them an air of 'privacy'. The shackles were released from my ankles and I was led inside. The she wolf clasping my lower jaw as she rose my head so she could look at me eye to eye, despite my best efforts to flee from her gaze she held me fast.

"Pretty lips." she spoke, perhaps a little softer than before but no less malevolent for it, she then leaned in to me and pressed her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth and tasting the rich soup of taste and scent that still pervaded my mouth ...it could almost have been seen as a tender act, but for her desires behind it that were purely self serving and cementing her violation.

With that she pulled from me and left, the two men in tow, pausing only to lock the door with a decisive clunk and the metal mechanisms turned over, leaving me alone in the gloom of the cell. There was food awaiting me ...and fresh prison garments, but I touched neither, my mind still rocked from the days events and it was all I could do to huddle against the cot, almost unaware of the thin wet trickle of red that seeped from between my intimate cleft, the rough wood of the handle having grazed the delicate depths of my body and giving the balm a renewed fire as it felt as though it was torching my insides.



The Long Walk Home



Place: The western Nebraska frontier in 1868

Sarah Wills was making bread that morning,while Jim was away on a trip to purchase some stock for their little Nebraska holding. The sun was warm and a breeze was blowing off of the prairie.

She heard the commotion of someone coming a bit before the four riders actually showed up and stopped in front of her place. There were two white men, with beards, a Mexican, and a black man.

Sarah went to the doorway to wait for them to approach.

They greeted her very politely. It was one of the white men who spoke up for the group:

"Good day to you, ma'am, we was wondering if it's at all possible for us to water our horses before we travel on."

"Sure can," Sarah said brightly, "Well's along side the house. While you're doing that, if you'd like I've got some fresh bread here and can give you a bite to eat."

"Why that'd be just wonderful, ma'am," the other white man said, and the Mexican led the horses around the side to water them, as the others, brushed off the dust and dirt of travel and entered the house.

"Nice place you have here," the white man said.

"Thank you," Sarah replied pleasantly.

"Your man around?" was the next question.

"No, he's off buying some stock," was her answer, as she busied herself cutting bread and putting out some butter to go with it. She also had some coffee that she set out for the riders. They sat to the food and were grateful for what she was providing for them. 

Sarah and Jim Wills were fairly newly married. Living out here on the frontier in their own place was a dream come true for both of them. They were self-sufficient people.

She was dressed that day in a gingham dress with a simple apron over it. Sarah, at 26 years of age, was a lovely woman. She weighed about 133 pounds, which looked really good on her 5'8" frame. She was sturdy across the hips and in the butt and fairly large across the breast. She had a pile of auburn hair that she had clasped about her head in a kind of bun.

She served the men until they had had enough to eat, and busied herself replenishing their coffee. They were extremely grateful for the way that she'd taken care of them.

"This is very neighborly of you, ma'am," one white man, who introduced himself as Curly, said.

The other white man, whose name was Earl, asked her name.

"It's Sarah," she said to him.

"Well, we're pleased to meet you, Sarah," Earl said. "But we'd best get goin' on. We thank you again for your kindness here."

They got up and, taking their hats, went out to fetch their horses.

They walked the horses around to the front of the house from where they'd been tied up by the well at the side and mounted.

Sarah stood in front of her door, advancing just a little to bid them farewell.

It was the Mexican who did it. He was on the far side of the white men, Earl and Curly. He took a lariat from his saddle and with a deft movement tossed it until he'd put it around Sarah's hands.

"Got her!" Earl said, "Good throw, Juan!"

The three of them were gleeful.

Sarah was too startled at first to do anything, and lost her opportunity, as the four riders turned the heads of their horses and began to ride slowly away.

They'd already been aware of the fact that Jim Wills was away and had decided to pay his wife Sarah this visit.

They rode slowly, going on their way, with the Mexican, Juan, pulling Sarah, who was compelled to walk behind them, along with them.

"Stop this!" she shouted at them, and they laughed.

"Please!" she shouted next and got a curt answer from Curly: "Quiet woman and just do as your told, so that you don't come to any harm."

When Sarah called out to them, as she did periodically, Juan would urge his horse on a bit and make Sarah trot for just a little bit of time. This had the effect of rendering her quiet each time that it happened.

They went on in this fashion out into the prairie for about a mile, when they stopped. 

They all got down with the black man, whose name seemed to be Poke, holding the horses.

Sarah found herself surrounded by them. Her face was a mask of mostly fear, with a tinge of anger. The anger surged, as soon as they stood around her.

"You stop this foolishness right now!" she said. "I treated you in a neighborly fashion, and you go and do this."

Earl slapped Sarah's face. She was quiet right away.

"Well, missy," he said, "We know how to treat a woman and we'll show you that soon enough. But we've had enough of your lip so let me just do this."

He took a dirty bandana out of his pocket and tied it around Sarah's head, gagging her mouth with it. Her eyes were now bit with fear.

"No, Sarah," he said, "We're not going to hurt you, unless we have to.We just want to have some fun and then you can go home. So, if you cooperate, you'll be fine. If you don't, it could be a pretty long, painful morning for you. Understand?"

She shook her head 'yes' immediately and made inarticulate noises against the gag, and Curly said:

"Speak up, woman, we can't understand you!"

They all laughed at his witticism. While they were laughing, Poke that fooled with Sarah's hair and pulled it out of her braided bun, freeing it to hang down.The hair was rich and went almost down to her waist.

"Better!" Curly said.

"Lovely," was Earl's comment.

Juan just grinned and Poke took the opportunity to stroke Sarah's face with his hand. She shuddered, and they all laughed.

They mounted up then and rode on with Sarah plodding along behind them, her hair sensually whipping in the prairie breeze. 

They took turns riding slowly so that they could, at times, ride around her and behind her to watch her struggle on and on.

"Hey, Juan," Curly called, at one point, "Take that damn apron off of her; can't tell nothing about her figure with that apron on her."

They stopped the process for a few minutes and Juan, getting down from his horse, took the apron from Sarah, and folded it, putting it behind his saddle. He then turned to the wary woman, released her gag and leaned in for a kiss. She averted her head and said an involuntary 'no'.

Curly acted immediately. He released the bonds on Sarah's hands and then he grabbed Sarah and pushed her to her knees. He looked around and picked up a largish flat rock and put her hand down on it. Then he took out a huge knife and set it down against her little finger. Sarah's eyes were wide with fear.

"Missy," Curly said in a nasty voice, "You weren't very friendly to my friend Juan, who only wanted a little kiss. Remember that I told you before that we weren't going to hurt you unless we had to?"

Sarah shook her head, 'yes'. 

Curly slapped her face, knocking her sideways. "You speak to me, woman, when I'm talking to you! Or you'll regret it."

"Yes, I remember," she said softly. 

"So, here's the way it is," he continued, "Every time that you don't cooperate, I'm going to cut off a finger. When I'm done with both of your hands, I'll go to your feet and cut off toes. In the end, you won't have fingers or toes but you will do what we want. Do you savvy, Missy?"

"Yes, I understand," she said, her compliance now total fear and a clear understanding of what she would have to do, how she would need to cooperate. 

"So, you just go and apologize to our friend Juan who only wanted a friendly kiss," he said next.

"Juan," Sarah said quickly, "I'm sorry for reacting that way; there was no cause for it."

"Better," Curly said, "Now ask him nicely for a kiss, and remember your little finger depends on this kiss!"

"Juan, I acted badly," she said softly to the smiling Mexican "Would you please kiss me again? I'd like that."

"Of course!" Juan said eagerly, and went to her putting his arms around her.

Sarah was serious about the kiss. She slipped her arms around his neck to kiss him. She was, in fact, a very passionate woman, and in this instance, prompted by her fear and the situation, she kissed Juan with all the passion that she could muster, accepting his tongue into her mouth in the process.

"Wow!" Earl said, "That's a kiss!"

When the kiss was broken off, Juan said: "You kiss very well, pretty lady."

"Thank you," Sarah said.

"Me next," Curly said and claimed his own version of the kiss with Sarah fully participating.

Then Earl stepped forward to claim the next kiss and finally Poke got to kiss her last.

Sarah, to her own amazement, found that Juan and Poke were the best kissers in the group.

"Let's keep going," Curly said, "We want to put some distance behind us. Now you just keep your mouth closed, little lady, savvy?"

"Yes," Sarah said, as they rode out again and Juan continued to pull her along. 

They went along at a slow pace, stopping about every half mile or so to all get another kiss from Sarah, who was becoming really flushed from all the attention.

After a while, Curly called to Juan:

"Hey, compadre, can't we do better with this woman to make her look prettier?"

"Of course we can," Juan said, and stopped to get down from his horse.

He approached Sarah, who as usual was wary of what was going to happen. Curly reminded her:

"Remember what I said, Missy!"

"Yes," Sarah said, "I'll remember; I won't give no trouble."

"Better not," was Curly's answer.

Juan knelt down and looked up at Sarah's fear dominated face and took out his big knife. He began to cut the material of her dress at the waist, until finally he had cut the skirt part of her dress off altogether, leaving Sarah in her linen under drawers. She was blushing furiously. 

The men gave an approving laugh and they continued their little parade. During their journey, they were laughing and talking among themselves. Juan was now in the lead with the rope that was attached to Sarah's hands, pulling her along but at a decent pace for her. Poke, Earl and Curly were riding behind and making comments about Sarah's ass in her under drawers.

"Nice butt, Missy!" Curly said.

"Thank you!" Sarah said quickly, attempting to do her level best to keep this as friendly as possible.

"Polite, ain't she?" Earl said.

"Sure is," Poke said, "And downright pretty in those undies."

"Hey, Juan," Curly broke in with at that point, "Let's stop to give each of us a chance to kiss the pretty lady in her under drawers."

They stopped, untied her hands and soon, Sarah was being embraced and kissed by each of them, and getting red faced again in the process. Then they hitched her up again and walked on for about another quarter of a mile.

"Hey, Juan," Curly called out.

"Time for an adjustment?" Juan wanted to know.

"Yes, don't you think?" Curly said.

"Well," the Mexican said then, "Let's see what we can do here." 

They all stopped and Sarah eyed them with fear and suspicion. 

Juan got down from his horse and smiled at her, as he approached her, taking his knife out as he advanced. She winced.

"Hush, hush, pretty Sarah," Juan said, "I'm not going to hurt you, just do a little adjusting here."

He inserted the knife just below the neckline of her dress and cut across; when he got to her shoulder, he cut downward until he'd cut under her bust line and then he cut back across. 

The effect of his cutting was to remove the dress fabric from over her breasts altogether. She had on a linen under type of slip, which Juan proceeded to cut in the same fashion. A cheer went up from the other three men, as the fabric was taken away revealing Sarah's large breasts and her dark nipples.

"Look at those titties!" Earl said.

"Wow!" he said, walking forward and joining Juan in petting and squeezing one of Sarah's breasts. 

"Ohhhhh!" she said involuntarily, when Juan pinched at nipple.

"She likes that, Juan," Earl said, as he and Curly now joined the group of them groping at Sarah's exposed breasts.

"Hate to stop the fun but more later; we'd better get going on," Curly said.

Juan took the opportunity to kiss Sarah's left nipple before going back to his horse. It got another loud moan from Sarah, who was losing a battle here to all of the sensual treatment that she was receiving.

They plodded on for a while, them men riding so that they could watch Sarah's tits bounce from her effort at following Juan and his horse. The men were enjoying the game immensely. 

After another quarter of a mile, Juan turned to look at Curly, who this time only nodded his head. They all stopped and Sarah gave them a worried look, having taken the time in the interim to regain her composure. Juan approached her, smiling as usual, with his big knife. He cut this time along the waist band of her linen drawers. Then he cut a panel across just above her knees. It left her ass cheeks hanging out, framed by the white of her linen under drawers.

"Whooohoo!" Earl said, "Man, that's an ass!" Then to Sarah, he said:

"Sarah, you're just loaded; look at the tits and ass on you!"

"Thank you," she said quietly.

Then Juan moved up to her and untied her hands. He claimed her for a kiss, as Curly and Earl were each playing with an ass cheek, and Poke had his hands on her tits, seeking out her nipples.

"Mmmmmmmmmm"! She said deep in her throat, her mouth open wide to let Juan's tongue slide in and around. 

Curly again broke up their game, and they tied Sarah's hands and went on. They rode on a bit, Earl, Curly and Poke now riding behind her to watch the twitch of her ass cheeks, as she walked along, the ass cheeks framed by the white of her under drawers, and her hands still tied to Juan's horse. Curly rode up to her, close to her side and, reaching down with a quirt in his hand, gave Sarah a resounding slap on the ass with the quirt.

"Eeeeeeee!" she wailed and the men all laughed.

"I like that," Earl said, "Like that noise! Do it again, Curly!"

Curly did, he hit Sarah's unprotected ass a few more times and finally he said:

"Juan, finish it!"

Juan was grinning at the suggestion and said:

"Gladly!

He stopped his horse and got down, going to Sarah, who was red faced from the use of the quirt on her naked ass. He took out his knife and using a few well placed snips, soon had the rest of Sarah's clothing littered around her on the ground, leaving the comely woman totally naked.

"Sarah," Curly said then walking around her, "you are so god damned pretty naked; you should always be this way! We're gonna soon stop and have some play time. You won't mind, will you, Sarah."

He had his hand on her tit, rubbing a nipple as he spoke, it made Sarah blush and she quickly said:

"No, I won't mind; you do what you want to."

"Oh, we're gonna do that," Earl said, kissing her. 

She yielded to the kiss and was almost overcome by the feel of hands on her ass and on her tits and now even rummaging among the hairs of her pussy. 

"Let's get her there," Curly said, "I'm about damn ready."

"Good idea," Earl said, and the other agreed.

Sarah was pulled along for a while again behind Juan's horse. The sight for the men was even more than they had anticipated that it would be, watching her walk behind Juan's horse totally naked. 

They went on until they came to a camp that was among the rocks and fairly sheltered on all sides. They untied her hands and let her standing among them naked, as the horses were taken care of.

"Time now!" Curly said, and Juan echoed: "Time!"

Curly turned to Poke then and said: "Poke, bring me a flat rock; I'm going to perform some surgery here."

"Whyyyyyy?" Sarah wailed, and then frantically went on: "I've done everything you've asked, haven't I?" She looked from one of them to another in a frantic search for any kind of help and found none.

"Well, it's this way, Sarah," Curly said, "Up to now all we've done is some kissing and petting, not really big things but now we want all your cooperation. We none of us kin go into town for a whore and we're in need of one. So, we went and fetched you. But it's been play up 'til now. Now we intend to get serious and each of us wants to get laid. I'm just not sure that you're going to cooperate; so, we'll begin by cutting off one little finger to remind you about what the consequences might be for not being real nice to us."

She held up her hands, as if to ward off some evil from the lot of them and said frantically:

"Look, you've got me here, got me the way that you want me. I don't have no clothes on, don't even have any, Juan has them all and they're all cut up. It's the way you want it. I've done everything and will keep on doin' everything. There's no need to get so nasty. Please."

"What we're fixin' to have here is our own whore for a while; you gonna be that for us, Sarah?"

"Yes, yes, I will!" she said, "Please."

"Leave it, Poke," he said and the black man dropped the rock. "If she doesn't cooperate, we'll take a little finger and one of those tempting nipples." He stared at Sarah, as he talked, she got wide eyed at his suggestion but said a soft:

"Fine! I'll cooperate; you'll see."

He walked up to her then and ran a finger along her lips. On the second stroke of the finger along her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked the finger into her mouth, sucking on it.

"You do that, Sarah?" he asked. "You do that with the cock of that man of yours?"

"Yes, I do!" She asked, desperate to go along with anything that they had to say or ask at that point. 

"You do it often?" he asked.

"Whenever he wants!" she said.

"Bet she knows how!" Earl said with a chuckle.

"Bet we gonna find out," Curly added and they all laughed.

"You swallow his spunk, when you have him in your mouth, Sarah?" Curly asked then.

"He doesn't make me do that; I don't like it so much," she answered honestly.

"But us?" Curly asked.

"You is different," she said, "You want it and I'll do it. I promise."

"Well," Curly concluded, "Look at you, Sarah, all naked and promising to be our whore! Just look at you!"

She smiled, hoping that he wasn't, after all, going to hurt her.

Curly turned to Juan then and said: "Juan, you just get some of that bank gold out of the saddle bag and pay our whore for her services. Give her a few gold pieces."

Sarah blushed but said a very polite 'thank you' for the gold pieces that Juan gave her.

"Okay, Sarah," Curly said, "Time to earn that gold; on your knees, girl."

Without a hesitation, Sarah Wills went to her knees, ready to take their cocks in her mouth and do whatever else they wanted her to do. 

"This might be rape," she said to herself, "But I'll try to see that it isn't murder."

She looked up at them, surrounding her with smiles on their faces and eyes gleaming; she said: 

"I don't do this all that much. I don't know if I'm any good at it."

"Well, ,we'll give you some practice," Earl said with a laugh, joined in by the others.

"Who goes first?" Earl asked.

"Let Juan go first," Curly said, "He did all the work of towing her here and stripping her naked."

Juan grinned a huge grin and stepped toward the kneeling woman. She looked extremely anxious. Juan stroked the side of her face and said:

"Just relax mi' amor!"

He worked with the front of his leather pants and soon had his erect cock out. He took the final step that got him directly in front of her face, and, with her eyes never leaving his, rubbed the head of his cock along her lips. She let him, and only after he'd done it for a few times and then nodded to her, did she open her mouth to receive him.

The others sighed, as they saw Sarah capture the head of Juan's cock in her mouth. She had indeed done this, and none too often. James didn't seem to demand it the way these men did. But, realizing her situation, Sarah began to suck on his cock in earnest, licking and sucking, moving her head ever so slightly at first and then more so afterward.

"Si!' Juan said, enjoying the sensation of her mouth and lips on his cock. 




The Long Walk Home



She crept her lips forward, inching along and taking more and more of him into her mouth until his cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She backed off then, and breathed, only to begin again. She tried breathing through her nose and was able to get more of his cock in her mouth this time.

Juan became active too, pushing his hips into her face and grabbing Sarah by the hair, as his passion increased. He ended by cumming in her mouth. She took most of it, though some of it escaped her lips. She wiped off her chin, and rested back on her haunches, completely resigned at this point.

"Gracias!" Juan said, and she actually smiled at him.

"Earl!" Curly said, as the big man stepped into place.

"Here it comes, darlin'," Earl said, with his cock already out of his pants and ready for her mouth. 

She opened her mouth wide to receive him. He was not as considerate as Juan had been. He immediately had Sarah by the back of the head, his hand twisting in a hank of her hair, and using the hair as a lever to pull her mouth toward him and push it away. It caused her to make some cries of anxiety around his cock but Earl only laughed at her discomfort and kept fucking her face.

"God damned gorgeous, big titted woman!" he snarled as he kept the motion of fucking her face. 

When he was ready to cum, he grabbed Sarah by both ears and simply pulled her face to his large stomach. She tried to fight it but couldn't. He began to cum and she erupted but Earl laughed and held her in place. She was coughing and spewing cum and spit around the cock that was still lodged in the back of her mouth. It also came out of her nose. 

Juan looked on with distaste, Poke just shook his head but Curly and Earl thought that it was funny. It left Sarah a mess but Curly thought it was funny enough that he proceeded to do exactly the same thing to her. This time Sarah didn't fight it. She allowed it to be done to her and knelt resigned and got messy again.

Curly and Earl, when Curly was finished fucking Sarah's face were almost rolling around with laughter.

"Now that's how to treat a woman!" Earl said.

It was Poke's turn then and he said: "Ain't either!"

"So, show us, partner," Curly said.

Poke proceeded to get some water and then he went to Sarah and stood her up. She was shaking from the treatment that she'd just received. He took the water and rinsed her off, her face, her breasts, and got all of the semen off of her. 

She whispered a very quiet 'thank you'. She was in a position where such little favors were important. 

Poke just smiled at her and then he surprised her totally by kissing her. Sarah was, if not willing, at least by then compliant, and allowed the kiss, which affected her a lot more than she wanted it to. Poke wasn't insistent, when the kiss was finished he stood back a step and smiled at the fearful woman, stroking her face with his hand.

Then he knelt, with the others kind of surprised, especially Curly and Earl, and Juan only watching and smiling.

Poke took Sarah's legs and pushed them off to the side, and proceeded to put his mouth against her pubic hair. It got a little squeal from Sarah. In response, Juan murmured encouragement, Curly simply looked on and Earl was frowning. 

Poke had Sarah now with his hands behind her thighs, almost lifting her pussy to his mouth.

For her part, Sarah was hating what this gentle black man was doing to her, especially hating it because it was being so effective. She spoke to herself about not responding and yet the sensation of it began to creep in on her despite her efforts. Poke was very good at what he was doing to her.

Her eyes were closed, he head moved involuntarily and still Poke ate her. He brought her near to a crisis, and her barely suppressed sounds made that obvious. He stopped and her eyes flew open. Poke smiled at her and kissed her once again. Then he pushed on her shoulder. She understood and sunk to her knees obediently.

She was certainly not 'won over' but she was having difficulty denying the sensations, with which her body was still alive and tingling. 

When she got to her knees, she was faced with a large black cock. She look up at him first and noted the smile on his face. He nodded and she simply opened her mouth and took him in. He wasn't rough; he wasn't insistent. He just let her suck on it and play with it. She held it in her hand and moved her head on it. 

Sarah knew she had to, knew that very well by now, and also knew that she wanted to do this one well.

After a bit, Poke stopped her again. Her eyes showing her surprise this time also. He picked her up, lifting her a bit higher than his waist, and bending his hips, settled her down on his erection. It drove the wind out of her, and she sighed loudly. 

Poke settled into a rhythm with Sarah. Her body, betraying her one more time, began where it had left off with his pussy eating from earlier. He moved with her; he moved her with himself and brought her to an unwanted orgasm, which she finally went through with loud cries and moans.

By the time Poke was finished, she had her arms around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder. He disengaged from her and she was looking at him with the ghost of a smile.

"Thank you, pretty lady," he said.

"Sarah," she mumbled.

"Thank you, Sarah."

Juan was there right away, before the euphoria had left her. She made a small surprise noise, as his arms enfolded her and he made love to her in the same gentle manner that Poke had. Sarah, for the second time, was swept away by it. She seemed to have lost her power to resist, that will was gone, overwhelmed by the love making of these two strange men.

She clung to Juan, having cum again, and she was crying now. She cried from the betrayal of her own body, from the humiliation of having given in to Poke and then to Juan and having almost liked it.

It was Earl that brought the situation back to reality:

"I'll show you how to fuck a woman now!" he blustered.

"Curly, help me with this whore!"he said next, grabbing Sarah and putting her down on all fours.

With no tenderness or ceremony, he stuck his cock into her pussy from behind, getting a yelp of surprise from Sarah. Curly took advantage of her surprise to stuff his stiff cock in her mouth. The two of them pulled the unfortunate Sarah back and forth like a rag doll, fucking her brutally.

Poke spoke out then: "Hey, Curly, man, we gotta go; gonna be a posse out for us and no quarter if'n they find us."

"You go, damn it," Curly said, "Earl and I are gonna do some fuckin' here."

Poke shook his head and went to his horse. He sat there on his horse and Juan was on his, they watched the continuing rape of Sarah by Curly and Earl.

The two men switched positions after a bit and laughed about Sarah's discomfort. Then, when Curly was behind her, fucking her pussy, he moved and shoved his slimy cock in her ass, with one thrust. 

Sarah screamed around Earl's cock and the two men laughed again. They added that wrinkle to their fucking and worked Sarah over until they had each cum and were satisfied, each of them in the process having fucked the weary women's mouth, pussy and ass hole.

Both of them rose from the ground then and were smiling. Curly nudged Sarah with his boot and demanded that she get up. The weeping woman got up and stood miserably before them.

"You git on home!" Curly said.

"Home?" she echoed. 

"Yes, jest down that road where we come from; git on home," he said.

"Walk?" she asked stupidly, her mind still reeling.

"No fly!" Earl said laughing.

"Clothes?" Sarah asked next in a very timid voice.

"As you are, damn it!" Curly said and Sarah began to cry.

"You wait one more minute, woman," Earl said, "And I'm gonna fuck you in the ass again!"

She turned and began to trudge toward the road. It was Poke that rode up to her then, and handed her a canteen of water.

"Thank you," she said miserably and walked out into the road that led to her home.

Back at the camp sight, the four of them agreed to divide their money and split up.

"A posse will be out lookin' for four of us," Curly said, "We can meet say in six months in the camp in Texas."

They agreed and went their separate ways. Poke and Juan went off together, while Curly and Earl lingered.

"I'm not goin' to no meeting in Texas," Poke said, as he and Juan rode. "Done with those critters."

Juan agreed and they rode away.

Curly and Earl were almost ready to go off themselves, when Earl said:

"Hey, why don't we go catch her and fuck her in the ass one more time?"

Curly laughed: "You never quit! We're risking a posse as it is." 

In a little while they left together in a different direction from Poke and Juan.

Meanwhile, Sarah trudged along the road miserably. For the first half mile or so, she was crying uncontrollably. Her nose was running, she was dusty and dirty. She swigged the water and trudged on almost not caring anymore, lost in her misery. After a bit she used some of the water to wash her face to try to make herself feel better.

The thing that she didn't know was that Jim was back with the new stock early and alarmed at the obviousness of her having been taken away. All the signs along the road were still there: four horses and one person walking. He raised the neighbors, and they lost no time in setting out to look for the group.

Sarah heard the horses coming before she saw them. She looked around wildly and saw that there was absolutely no place for her to hide herself. She simply squatted down by the side of the road to try to cover herself in her misery. She was brought out of it by Jim's voice yelling her name. Then he was off his horse and racing toward her, tears in his eyes also.

Their nearest neighbor, Walt, brought a blanket and wrapped Sarah in the blanket. She cried uncontrollably for a bit, and only then explained about what had happened. She told them that there had been four of them. It's the only explanation that she ever gave.

"Walt," Jim said, "I've got to take Sarah home."

"Sure you do," Walt said, "Don't you worry, Jim' we'll get the varmints"

They went off then in opposite directions. 

When Jim got Sarah home, Walt's wife was waiting for them. She bathed Sarah and took care of her, while Jim went off again to join the posse.

Poke and Juan had made sure not to leave a trail behind. Curly and Earl were not so fussy. As it occurred, Juan and Poke simply disappeared, and weren't caught. The posse did catch up, however with Curly and Earl, amid a stand of cottonwoods, armed with Sarah's description of them. They hanged the two men on the spot.

Epilogue:

Sarah and Jim settled into a good, albeit sometimes dangerous life together. About a year after her 'abduction', Jim was killed in a stampede, while helping a neighbor. Neighbors, though distant, were good to her and she began the process of running the place herself. She was very self sufficient but realized quickly enough that she needed help.

It was a Friday night in the late spring, with the weather still cool, that she heard a horse approaching. She went to the porch to see who it was; she was carrying a shotgun. The rider came up and stopped. To her absolute surprise, it was Poke.

They just looked at each other for a few minutes. Sarah made her decision and set the shotgun down, leaning it against the house.

"Yes?" she asked quietly.

"Heard that your man was lost," he said softly. "Kind of wanted to come to say 'sorry' in person."

Sarah nodded and waited. Poke went on:

"Heard what they done to Curly and Earl; mean, mean curs they was. Old Juan got shot in a gambling thing down in Mexico. Thought I should come back and say 'sorry'."

He had apparently said all that he needed to. He tipped his hat to her and began to urge the horse to ride.

"You can at least stay to supper," she said.

He looked at her and said: "Yes, if you invitin', I cin do that."

"I am," she said, going into the house. 

He followed her in and she went on with her supper fixing. He asked for a wash and she directed him to where the well was. Through the window she watched him, as he removed his shirt and washed himself at the well. In the early evening, his black tinged skin shone with the water. She remembered but tried not to.

Over dinner she asked him if he was looking for work. He said that he was, and she offered him a place in their newly built bunk house and work on the property with her.

They established a routine that worked for them. The tension was always there but after a number of days seemed to lessen.

It was she that made the decision finally. A Sunday evening, late in the evening, about 9 PM. Poke was in the bunk house, where she could see a light shining, and she was restless in the house, thoughts and remembrances were continually crowding in upon her.

That was the night that she made her decision. She went to her bedroom and removed her clothes, all of them. Once she was stripped naked, she went out the back kitchen door. The night wrapped itself around her and this return to nakedness was for her, at that time, the most exciting thing she had experienced.

She knocked softly on his door and heard him say: "Come in." She opened the door and stood there naked and expectant, her nipples hard, and her breath coming fast. She had to take it forward to have her say before she lost her courage:

"Do it to me again! Do it like you do! Do everything again, please!"

He did! 

She watched with eager eyes, as he removed all his clothes and she suddenly knew that she lusted for the beautiful, black nakedness of him. 

It was a repeat of what he'd done, when the other three were watching but this time it was only the night that saw their love making. She sighed when he ate at her pussy. She gladly went to her knees, when he pushed on her shoulder and took him in her hand and then into her mouth, and then was taken up by him and hoisted onto his cock again and fucked. She clung to him and pressed him this time with hungry kisses, and when they'd both come, she held on to him and she trembled with the overwhelming emotion of it. 

Then she kissed him lightly and went back to the house, wondering if it felt different to her, and not sure anymore at al

The thoughts fought within her mind, as though seeking dominance. She knew that she enjoyed having him here.She'd gone back to the bunk house a number of times to 'do it all again' but something was happening, and she just wasn't sure.

Then came a night when she asked him to saddle his horse and take her away, down the road a mile or so. He got the horse ready and then she stood there on the porch awaiting him. She was naked and wanted to have her hands tied and be pulled along behind the horse.

"Maybe this is what is needed," she thought feverishly to herself, as he went about tying her hands and got onto his horse, never taking his eyes off of her.

They went slowly, she trudged behind waiting for the overwhelming sense of remembrance to embrace her.When he got her about a half mile down the road, he got off of his horse. He stood there a moment looking at her, noticing that she was breathing hard, not from the walk behind the horse. He removed his own clothes then, stripping naked.

She watched him, regarding his nakedness, black and shiny in the moonlight, and she whined for him. She surprised herself at her reaction but she whined to have him right then:

"Poke," she said in a voice somewhere between beseeching and begging. "Can I have that? Can I?" She spoke as though she were out of her head then. "Let me kneel here now, and suck that wonderful thing, that wonderful black, lovely cock."She spoke as though she were overwhelmed, and she realized that she was. She continued to beg him then and there to allow her to suck his cock.

He moved to her and leaned against her naked back, taking in the sweet scent of her skin, fresh from the bath.

"First this," he said, "First this."

He kissed her spine first, and then the kisses descended to each ass cheek and with his clever hands he pried her ass cheeks apart and kissed her there.

She was startled and, as he moved and his lips descended to begin by grazing the hair that covered her vagina, she knew what was happening. It was suddenly, blindingly clear: this was no remembrance at all. This was all new: the walk down the road, being taken, hands tied, and the wonderful sight of his nakedness in the moonlight---it was all new, all right then, everything---new. This was no reenactment; she suddenly knew that as clearly as she knew anything at all.

She pushed her ass back toward his face, where his oral manipulation was quickly bringing her to a crisis, and then he moved. She mewled her displeasure involuntarily at first but then he was in front of her and his cock was pointed at her face and she thanked him:

"Oh, look at this, Poke, my Poke! Look at this!" With that, she took him into her mouth and made love to him and sucked his cock in the moonlight. He didn't cum in her mouth, though she wanted him to. He moved again and, went behind her, with her now leaning against his saddle and plunged into her from behind, filling her, bringing her, letting her wail it to the night. 

He took her back home then and settled her, tired, into her bed before going to the bunk house. Her eyes glistened in the dark for just a little bit, as she spoke to herself:

'Yes, this is all new!" She was sure of it, and here she hadn't ever believed really in redemption before.

He was working in the barn the next day. She took a morning bath and knew that she needed to make some kind of statement, also still in her mind was the desire from last night to have him in her mouth spurting his cum. It was a picture, and idea somehow that she fancied, almost overwhelmingly. She smiled with it.

It was a warm day, and not much breeze blowing. She took a late cup of coffee for him to the barn. He smiled when she walked in with the coffee.

He took it and nodded a 'thank you', then she smiled and walked back to the barn door. She hesitated there, as he still watched her, and she unbuttoned her house dress, and stepping out of it, stood in the doorway naked. Poke set the coffee down and smiled at her.

"This is what I want to say, Poke," she began softly, as she went to him, "This is how it is. I realized that when we were playing last night. This is how it is."

When she got to him he reached for her and she put up a restraining hand, saying:

"Please, this time, this one time this way for me! For me to make this clear."

She unfastened his pants and had them down and off with his boots. She gazed at his nakedness in front of her and put her hand out and took his balls in her hand, and then she began to mouth his prick. She alternated by licking down the underside of the cock and taking his balls in her mouth. Then she went back to the head of the cock and sucked it earnestly. She worked at it, gaining more and more of the cock in her mouth with each attempt, spaced out by short breathing sessions.

Poke stroked her hair and smiled down at her; Sarah had her eyes glued to his, as she sucked him off. 

"Lovely, beautiful, lovely woman!" he crooned down at her.

She took her mouth off of his cock and said, licking the underside of the head:

"Poke's woman!" Then she went back to her work and finally brought him, his cock way back at the back of her throat, with his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat.

She got up then and and said: "Poke, honey, that one was for me, to say that. You just know where I am."

"I do!" he said, grinning and kissing her, his big hands possessing her ass cheeks, which she wiggled in appreciation.

"Lunch in about an hour and a half," she said, and she walked away. At the door, with the house coat flung over her shoulder, to continue to show him her nakedness, she said:




The Long Walk Home



"You bring your gear up to the house please; I want you with me."

Poke grinned and said: "Yes, love."

The passion never really faded. She through the years had a few offers from men but she never took them. Poke was always with her.

The End. 



The Long Way Home



I looked down at my watch and glanced up the busy street. Pulling my jacket a little closer, I wondered for the third time why summer ever had to give way to winter. I had worked for the J. Morris Insurance Company for eight years, and I always found waiting for the 5:15 express a little easier when it was warm and sunny outside. The weather had always helped distract me from the less pleasant things about my life-including the miserable old man who drove the bus that took me home. I grimaced as I thought about seeing Mr. Sawyers again. On more than one occasion, the old bat had driven away while I was running toward the door of the bus. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it was nearly impossible to do.

I sighed, and hid my hands in my pockets to warm them a little. Right then, I knew all I needed was to go home to my wife and two kids in the Greene Village complex. Hopefully, Joanne would be in a better mood than she was yesterday. My boss kept me working late on one of his million new financial projects, and when I walked into the house tired, broken, and beaten, all she wanted to know was why we couldn't buy a new car until next year. The argument lasted nearly three hours, and by midnight, I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep. I shook my head as I remembered how I overslept, and nearly missed that morning's fiscal meeting. If I hadn't moved as quickly as I did, I would have had to face another tongue lashing from my overly critical boss.

The familiar screech of hydraulic brakes broke me out of my reverie, and I looked up to see the 5:15 approaching the stop. The four or five other people began milling around the corner, and the city vehicle pulled to a stop. I picked up my briefcase and began to walk toward the door, but when the door opened, an unfamiliar voice greeted us: "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is the 5:15 for Greene Village, Smith Gardens, and all points in between." The deep, soothing contralto was a welcome change from the brash, high-pitched bark I was so used to.

I was surprised to find myself feeling better. I filed forward, fumbling for my token. Stepping up onto the bus, I kept looking for my token, and then realized that in my rush to leave the house that morning, I forgot my bus token. As I got to the top step and looked up to face the driver, I know my mouth must have fallen open. Growing up in the south left a sweet spot in my soul for heavyset women, and the bus driver made me catch my breath. She looked up at me, and I forgot I was looking for a token. Her eyes were deep brown, and her skin was a shade or two darker than caramel. She had dimples, and those dimples framed her smile like mountains frame a sunset.

She smiled at me, brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, and asked, "Are you lost, sir?" I felt the warmth of embarrassment flooding up my neck and into my face. I stammered, "No- no, I just forgot my token." She turned toward me, and I couldn't help noticing the heavy curves shifting beneath her blue city uniform. I stole a glance at the "V" where her button down shirt met her skin. There was a neat dark line bisecting that letter "V" and deepening further into the protection of her shirt. I kept looking in spite of the little voice in my head that told me I was married, and discovered a knee length black pleated skirt. As I studied her, I felt a different kind of warmth moving through my body and settling in a very familiar place. Looking back, I think it was probably then that I decided I had to get to know her a little bit better.

Smiling up at me, she asked, "Where are you headed?"

I replied, "Greene Village. I promise I can pay tomorrow. But, I also know you have to do your job, so if--"

"Honey, don't even complete that sentence. You just stay here and ride as long as you want."

Relieved beyond words, I replied, "Thank you. Where is Mr. Sawyers?"

"Oh, haven't you heard? He decided on early retirement, and I'm the new driver for this route. "

And not a moment too soon, I thought to myself. I told the new driver, "Thank you," and turned to find a seat. While I was turning, I heard the quiet rustle of silk against silk as she moved her legs beneath the steering wheel. Thankfully, there were a few vacant seats near the front of the bus, and I sat in one where I hoped the driver and I could have a little more conversation. As she made the short trip between downtown and Greene Village, I learned her name was Sharon Yvonne Cole, and that she was 28 years old. As we talked, I learned that she was finishing her last year in college because she took a few years off to begin raising her child.

Before I knew it, we had pulled up to the bus stop at Greene Village. It was then that something unusual happened. I looked over at the Greene Village homes, and could make out my house, the windows, and even see that my wife's car was at home. It was evening, and judging from the lights on inside the house, the kids were home as well. I moved to stand up from my seat, but discovered that my legs wouldn't respond. Instead, I opened my briefcase, and picked up my cellular phone. Activating it, I tapped MEMORY 1 to call my house. My wife picked up the phone:

"Hello?"

"Hi hon, it's me."

"Where are you? I thought I asked you to come home early this evening! Don't tell me you're working late! I'm about sick and tired of trying to do all this by myself. It's not like you're making a million dollars an hour or anything. Go ahead and stay at that damn job as long as you want! Just don't wake the kids or me when you get home. "

I dropped my head as I realized my wife's anger had done all the lying I needed for that evening. I sighed and replied, "Yes, dear. See you as soon as I can."

"Whatever."

The click of the phone on the other end was a kind of confirmation for the plans I made that night. Sharon looked over at me and asked, "Well sweetie, you gonna get off or not?"

I bolstered myself for what I thought was a daring response, and replied, "No. If it's okay, I'd like to ride the rest of the route with you and keep you company."

She giggled, and said, "That would be just fine."

As the evening wore on, we talked about cars, sports, city transportation, dreams, kids, and life in general. The next five hours passed quickly, and I was having so much fun that I never even noticed that after a while, I was the only passenger left on the bus. She pulled up to Greene bus station, and said, "Sweetie, I have had a lot of fun with you, but this is your last chance. Right now, this is the last bus functioning on this side of the city. Are you going to get off or not?"

I looked at the two choices I had, and picked the one that I knew was right for me.

"I think I'll stay."

"I was hoping you would. Listen, if you want to talk a little more, I have to take the bus to the main station garage and park it. My car is parked out there, and if you like, I can give you a ride home."

Breathing a little faster, I answered, "Sharon, that would be great."

I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I think the bus moved a little more quickly on the way back to the station garage. As she pulled up to the outer gate, she motioned for me to duck under my seat while she talked to the security guard. Feeling like a mischievous little boy, I was only too happy to comply. Now on the floor, I had a much better view of her legs. Her pantyhose were sheer, and there was a little black lace design running up the inseam of each leg. There was a quick exchange of words between Sharon and the security guard, and I felt the bus come back to life. After she pulled into the garage, she parked the bus and took the key out of the ignition. She turned to face me, and as she parted her knees to turn, I had a very good view of her wide, brown inner thighs. I must have been staring because it was then that I heard her say, "Okay, Shawn. You can come up now."

I looked up at her, expecting to get the cursing of my life for staring at her, but instead, she was just studying me, I stood up, and she motioned for me to come a little closer. The lights in the garage were already dim, and she turned off all the lights in the interior of the bus-except for the dashboard lights. I found it both surprising and amusing that it actually made a romantic environment. As I came closer, she brushed a hand over the curve of her chest, and spread her legs a little wider. I came as close as I dared, and that was when she wrapped my tie around her hand, and pulled me down to her face. We kissed, and as we kissed, it grew from short, soft pecks to longer and more lingering smacks.

After a few minutes, I felt the soft wetness of her tongue dividing my lips, and I welcomed it eagerly. Our tongues wrestled sloppily with each other, and I reached out to touch her. I rubbed the back of her head at first, then her shoulders, and then my hands found her breasts. I think it was then I realized that her hands were searching me in the same manner, roaming across my neck, chest, stomach, and finally to the top of my belt buckle. I cupped each of her heavy mounds through the fabric of her shirt, distantly aware that the fabric of my own slacks was taut as I responded to her advances. By then, she was breathing faster, and was using one hand to unfasten my buckle while the other hand was steadily flicking and teasing the two small, hard bumps that had formed on her chest. Between kisses, I whispered, "Sharon.. Let me help you out of these things. I want you."

She shuddered, and replied, "I want you, too."

Needing no further encouragement, I knelt in front of her and began unbuttoning her shirt while she used both hands to continue undoing my pants. At some point during this time, I managed to wiggle her out of her shirt, and I let my hands do the talking. I massaged her soft belly, rubbed her back, and kissed her up and down the side of her neck. I licked and nibbled at her neck, and it was then that a hot, musky scent brushed my nose. Her skirt was all the way up around her waist, and she used one hand to finger and massage the growing damp spot between her legs. I finally undid the four hooks in her bra, and peeled the garment from her body. As her breasts swung free into the night air, I again cupped the warm, pliant flesh in each hand. Using my thumbs, I stroked her nipples until both were stiff and jutting out from her breasts. She whispered, "Shawn, yes.." as I took the first proud nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently, letting my tongue move around and around the stiff bud as I continued massaging the other breast with my hand.

By then, I was almost painfully rigid with desire. She whispered, "Shawn, let me taste you." With some effort, I gave each nipple a last kiss before I stood up and she dropped to her knees. She deftly unbuckled my pants, and let the slacks fall to the floor. By then, I too had a tiny wet spot at the tip of the tent in my boxers. Pulling at the elastic waistband in my boxers, she pulled them down until my dick sprang out and bobbed at attention. Smiling, she looked at me approvingly, and fondled my balls. Now, I don't have the biggest dick in the world (my wife had pointed that out to me on several occasions), but I was proud of my 6" as it stood out from my body, pointing at her lips. She ran her tongue across each of her thick lips, and began to kiss and lick the top of my thighs, the bottom of my stomach, and the underside of my sac. When she ran her finger down the curve of my hip, I inhaled sharply.

I was desperate for her to take me into her mouth, and suddenly, she did just that. I almost lost control right there. The contrast between the cool night air and her warm, wet mouth was almost too much to handle. As she noisily moved her mouth back and forth over my dick, she squeezed my left cheek. She would stop at random intervals, and run her tongue along the sensitive spot just under my shaft. I was nearly panting by then, and had completely lost all of the suave cool that I thought men who had affairs were supposed to have. I found myself smiling, and realized that I was going to put everything I had into making her just as satisfied as she was making me. With that resolution, I pulled my stiff member out of her mouth, kissed her on the lips and said, "I want to make love to you right now. Can you help me take off your-"

Before I could finish the sentence, she stood up, crushing her chest into mine, and began frantically stripping away her pantyhose and underwear. I too moved quickly, ripping off my shirt, tie, and undershirt in a matter of seconds. As she took off her underwear, I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up and down her wide, soft thighs. I inhaled her soft, tangy scent, and squeezed her rounded cheeks in both my hands, and she again shuddered. She lifted her leg to kick off her shoes, underwear, and pantyhose, and it was then that I put one hand between her legs and pulled her womanhood into my waiting mouth. I let my tongue dart in and out, massaging her clit between my lips, and drinking in the sweet wetness gathering at the dark "V" between her legs.

The only sounds that could be heard at that point were our intermingled heavy breathing, my own insistent, quiet slurps, the occasional "pop" as I kissed her wet womanhood, and her soft moans. She whispered my name again and again, and as she put the first fully nude leg down, I felt her hand on my head, gently guiding my tongue into the wet folds of her body. She finally worked her other leg free of its entrapments, and I pulled back from my succulent, wet meal. I sat her down onto the bus seat. Her rounded globes bounced a little when she hit the seat, and I could stand it no longer. Moving to a crouching position, I aimed my stiff dick at her waiting body, and moved forward. She had lifted both legs to a spread eagle position, and I finally plunged into her very, very wet pussy.

Both of us moaned as our bodies joined each other. Both completely nude, we didn't even feel the night air as I pistoned in and out of her pussy. She was as into it as I was, and I could feel the muscles lining the inside of her canal rapidly milk my shaft as I rammed it into her again, and again, and again. She gripped my back, and I felt a familiar pressure beginning to build. She was thrusting back against my rhythm, grinding her crotch against mine as I worked closer and closer to orgasm. Her moaning was getting a little louder with each passing moment, and so was mine! I used one hand to tweak her nipple, and she started to shake. She moaned, "Shawn, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come.... Mmmmm!"

I had been doing the best I could to make it last, but when she said that, I couldn't help myself. I spasmed inside her and shot load after load of cum deep into her pussy. She shook wildly, scratching my back, and arcing her torso against mine. Her muscles were squeezing me beyond pleasure undreamed, and for a second, my entire being was focused on the connection between our two bodies. I clenched my stomach muscles uncontrollably, grinding my dick into her body. She was still shaking, moaning, and calling my name-- and I know I was yelling hers. After what felt like an eternity, I finally let my limp, satisfied member fall out of her body. I kissed her passionately, and let my fingers brush her hypersensitive skin. Every so often, I would brush an unexpected place on her body with my fingers or tongue, and she would shudder as though having another mini- orgasm. I was completely drained, and I just fell to my knees and held her for a long while. I slowly became aware of the outside world. The windows in the driver's side of the bus were foggy, and time on the dashboard read 12:31 AM. I looked up at my new partner and ran my fingers through her hair. She leaned toward me and mumbled, "Hmm?"

"You know I'm married, right?"

"Yes, Shawn."

"And this doesn't bother you?"

"No, baby. I know from experience that marriage-especially to the wrong person-can leave a man or woman more alone than being single. Tonight was wonderful! I hope you'll be 'working late' a few more times. A big girl like myself could use some more of that kind of attention."

I laughed and said, "I guess you heard my phone call, huh?"

She replied, "Heard it? I was counting on it."

I laughed a little louder, and then we both helped each other get dressed. After a few more lingering kisses, I got into her car and she took me home. That conversation on the way home took place three months ago, and every Thursday, I find myself tapping MEMORY 1 on the cell phone.

Every Thursday, I tell my wife I'm working late.

Every Thursday, I take the long way home.



The Long Way Home



Hampton College had just won the district championship and everyone milled about the players congratulating them before the long ride back to the college. The six cheerleaders climbed on their mini bus and their leader, Mrs. Oakes turned onto the interstate, with a six hour drive ahead of her. The girls all chatted about the game and of course, their favorite players until some napped as a few still talked. 

Mrs. Oakes saw a sign for a Dairy Queen and decided to pull off so she could fill up with gas and get a treat at the same time, she didn't notice that there was no reentry to the interstate at this exit until she was off. She filled the small bus with gas and then they all went in to Dairy Queen and ordered their treat and sat down to enjoy it. 

As Mrs. Oakes finished her ice cream, she asked the guy behind the counter how she could get back onto the interstate south bound and he explained the route to her, as she made notes. She thanked him and gathered up the girls and they headed for the bus as the sun set and she headed out. She made two turns and she was lost, aimlessly driving down the road as it got more deserted. Most of the girls were asleep and she didn't want to alarm them, so she tried to figure out where she went wrong. 

She pulled off at an old roadside vegetable stand that was closed, and looked like it had been for years, and looked for a map to try to figure out where they were. She saw headlights coming down the road, and flagged them down to find out where to go. An old pickup truck pulled over and she could see there were three men in it. They got out, noticing the Hampton College name on the bus as they walked up, "Help you ma'am?"

The man said, "Oh yes, I seem to be lost. I'm looking to get on the interstate southbound," she said with a smile. She saw the other two guys looking in the windows of the bus at the girls asleep, and the man nearest her said, "Interstate's a long ways from here lady," and she began to feel uncomfortable at how he was looking at her. She began to regret ever getting off the interstate, and tried to smooth it over by telling him that she remembered where she went wrong and thanked him for stopping. 

She turned to head back to the bus and felt something hit her head and she went down, seeing that the other two had rifles as the lights went out. The two men picked her up and put her in the pickup and then headed for the bus, the girls were all asleep, so they hadn't noticed anything as one got behind the wheel and the other sat down facing them with his rifle. The bus followed the truck down the highway and they turned onto a dirt road and traveled a couple of miles before entering an old military barracks, long abandoned. 

The bus was pulled into a garage, and one man stayed with the girls while the other two carried Mrs. Oakes into the barracks, and then came back and all three had rifles now. Penny woke up to something punching her in the ribs, "Hey!! What's your fucking problem???" she said as she opened her eyes to see the rifle and began to wake the other girls up. 

Shock was putting it mildly as they woke to see the three men and the rifles staring at them, "What's going on? Where's Mrs. Oakes?" 

Penny asked, "We'll take you to her. Let's move!" and they motioned towards the barracks house and the girls started moving. They got inside to find Mrs. Oakes tied to a chair, slumped over, "Oh My GOD!!" Penny screamed as she ran over to her, trying to rouse her. Penny bent over to tend to Mrs. Oakes and didn't realize that her short cheerleader's skirt was giving the men a view of her tight ass. 

Ned told the other two to watch the girls and he walked over and planted a hand on Penny's tight ass and she jumped straight up and slapped him, and he backhanded her and she fell to the floor. He raised his rifle and ordered her into another room and closed the door, "Take your fucking clothes off bitch!! And don't even think about refusing, I'd just love to make you!" he barked at her. 

Penny was trembling as she rubbed her cheek where he had hit her and started to take her top off, pulling it over her head and putting it on the old desk nearby and she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and laying it with her top, trying to cover her medium tits with her hands. "All of them cunt!!" he ordered and she unzipped her skirt and let it drop and then pulled her panties over her hips and down her legs. 

She stood there, trying to cover her crotch with one hand and her tits with her other arm as he moved closer and pulled her arm down covering her tits and stroked them and she pulled back and he slapped her again. He grabbed her and bent her over the desk and pinned her there as he opened his pants and she felt his cock against her naked ass and she started to cry. 

He pushed her flat on the desk and held her there with one hand as he guided his cock between her legs with his other, using his knee to pry her legs open. She felt his cock rub against her anus and fear swept over her as he soon directed it lower and rubbed it over her pussy lips before pushing the head inside. She winced as he pushed the rest of his cock in her and she could feel her pussy trying to lubricate itself as he pulled out and shoved it back in.

The hard desk hurt her nipples, as she felt the debris on it pushing into her soft flesh and he kept her pinned against it and fucked faster now. All she could think of was getting this over and she began to fuck him back, hoping he would cum and be done with her. This excited him and before long she felt his hot cum pumping inside of her pussy as he flopped over on her back when he finished. She could hear his heavy breathing on her neck as he lay there and then he got up and his cock slid out of her and he turned her around, and pushed her to her knees and offered his cock to her to suck. 

'Oh no,' Penny thought as he rubbed it over her lips and he grabbed a hand full of her blonde hair and she screamed and he shoved his cock in while her mouth was open. He moved her head, pulling her hair to make her suck him, "Don't even think about biting it bitch," as he grabbed her hair causing her to cry from the pain, and she sucked him, feeling his cock grow again in her mouth. He slammed it in and out of her mouth, causing her to gag a couple of times as he hit the top of her throat and he seemed to like that, so he did it more. 

She sucked his cock and then felt a stream of cum shoot into her mouth and she struggled to expel it but he tightened his grasp on her hair and she swallowed it. He pulled his cock out and a rope of cum, still holding on, caught on her lip and hung off of her chin, as she tried to brush it off. He pulled her to her feet and grabbed her hands and held them behind her back as he bent his head and sucked on her nipple. Penny felt like she would throw up, having this freak cum in her pussy and her mouth and now sucking on her nipple, but all she could do was cry. 

He sucked on her nipples until they felt raw and then told her to get back in the other room, she stopped to pick up her clothes and he slapped her ass, "You won't be needing those," and pushed her to the door. The other girls were sitting on the floor when they walked in and they all stared at Penny's naked body and the dried cum on her chin as she walked towards them and sat down. The man went over and whispered to his buddies and they laughed and then another one came over to Marsha and told her to get up, and she just sat there and he grabbed her by her auburn curls and pulled her to her feet and led her to the room and closed the door. 

"Things will go a whole lot easier if y'all cooperate," the head man said. The man shoved Marsha against the desk, "Get them duds off," he said and she slowly pulled her top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, she never thought her small tits needed one, and she unzipped her skirt and let it drop and rolled her panties down and stepped out of them. He grabbed her hair again and she cried out, "Do what I tell you and what I want and you won't get hurt," he told her and she nodded her head. 

He leaned his rifle against the wall and ran his hands over her small tits and as he kneaded them she winced with pain, "Get on your knees," he said and she slowly complied and he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, "Suck it! And make it good," he barked at her and she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it. She brought her hands up and stroked him with one hand and massaged his balls with the other as she sucked his cock in her mouth.

Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed his cock into her throat and it exploded with a torrent of cum that she though would make her choke as she tried to swallow it all. He pulled his cock out of her mouth as cum ran from her lips and he jerked her to her feet and spun her around, pushing her down face first on the desk and a thumbtack speared her small tit and she let out a scream. He jerked her arms behind her and tied them together with a piece of rope and moved between her legs, she could feel his hard cock stabbing her thigh as he tied her hands. 

Marsha started to cry, fearing for her life as he maliciously jerked on her arms and pushed her legs apart with his knee. She felt his cock, still slimy from his blow job, rubbing against her ass crack and then she felt him spit on her ass, and felt it run between her cheeks and her eyes flew wide open as his cock hit her anus and she started to scream and he jerked back on her tied hands and speared her. Marsha was flushed with pain as this man fucked her ass, over and over again and she cried uncontrollably. His cock felt like a massive pole as it ripped her anal ring and she felt her warm blood on her leg, but he never stopped fucking her poor ass. 

He pulled hard on her hands as he squirted his load into her tortured ass. He pulled his cock from her ass and put it away and then jerked her upright and shoved her towards the door. All the girls saw her tears as she returned and when she sat back down, they could see the blood seeping from her ass. Jacqueline went to untie her and the third man grabbed her up and pushed her towards the room, she began to cry before she even reached the door. 

Jacqueline was a big girl, her tits were 40c easy and her attacker saw this and groped them as they walked through the door and he slammed it. He grabbed the top of her shirt and jerked, ripping it off her shoulders as she let out a scream. He had to jerk it two more times before it came all the way off and she noticed the burning on her skin where it had resisted tearing, then he jerked at her bra, strangling her tits as he did, then he turned her around and she saw the knife and she thought he was going to kill her, but he cut her bra straps and then pulled on her midsection and cut the rest of it and it fell to the floor. 

He pushed her over the desk and she felt the blade of the knife cut her as he cut her skirt off and then he scratched her hips with the blade as he cut her panties off. He put the knife under her chin and sucked her nipple into his mouth as her tears covered her cheek. He told her to lay on the desk and she awkwardly climbed on the desk and lay down on her back, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head off the end of the desk. He dropped his pants and shorts and guided his cock to her mouth and she turned her head and he slapped her, "Open your mouth bitch and take it!" he yelled and she did as he slid it inside, feeling her soft tongue glide over it, he began to fuck her mouth. 

He stabbed the knife into the desk and began to knead her big tits with both hands as he fucked her mouth, driving his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. His fingers pinched and twisted her hard nipples as he assaulted her mouth and her tears increased. She felt like her nipples were going to come off as he twisted them hard and then she felt his cum rush into her mouth. 

He moaned and squeezed her nipples even harder as his cock drained into her mouth and then he withdrew and released her nipples. He grabbed the knife and ordered her to get down and turned her around and shoved her face onto the desk as his cock sought her pussy, ramming in all at once. Her huge tits scraped over the desk as he fucked her and the bits of garbage scratched her tits as they moved causing her even more pain. He picked up his pace and as he did, began to slap her ass cheeks as he fucked her, calling her a cunt as he rammed in her abused body. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass as he shot his load deep inside of her, then he spun her around and to her knees and made her clean him off. He pulled her up by her curls and shoved her towards the door as he pulled his pants up.

The other girls looked up as Jacqueline came in, seeing her sore, red tits all scratched up and the cut where he cut her skirt off. The first man now grabbed Marianne by her shirt and pulled her up and shoved her towards the room. As he closed the door, Mrs. Oakes began to come around, "What's going on here? Where am I?" and she looked to see the three abused naked cheerleaders on the floor in front of her and the other two, not yet used and the two men. 

"Where's Marianne?" she asked, and she heard her let out a scream as the man slapped her in the next room, and it all came back to her as she saw the rifles. "Please, don't hurt these girls. They've done nothing to you, let us go," and she began to cry as Marianne screamed again. 

"Billy must have sunk it in her," one said to the other and they laughed. Billy had sunk it in her ass to be exact, and she kept screaming as he assaulted her virgin ass. The one man came over to Mrs. Oakes and pulled out his knife and she drew back and he began to cut the buttons off her blouse, one at a time. He let out a sigh as her pink lacy bra came into view, covering her creamy white 36b tits. 

He leaned down to kiss her and she pulled away and he grabbed her head and put the knife at her throat and she froze as he lowered his lips to hers and snaked his tongue in her mouth. He raised up and slid the blade between her tits and cut the material and brushed the cups to either side, and ran the knife over her nipples as they responded to the cool air and the blade and popped out. "Wonder if her panties match?" he said as he lowered the knife to her waist and cut the button holding her pants and unzipped the zipper. Her panties did match, it was her husband's favorite set, pink and lacy. He cut the legs of her pants until he could fold them flat at her sides, revealing her panties for all to see. 

Meanwhile, Marianne was dealing with Billy's cock in her tight ass as her tears flowed, he reached around and twisted her nipples as he filled her deflowered ass. Marianne though she was going to die, the pain was unbearable as he speared her anus and twisted her nipples and soon he loaded her ass with cum as he almost ripped her nipple off. He pushed her on her back on the desk and speared her tight pussy now and she cried out as it accepted his size and began to thrust in and out. "You're a tight little bitch," he muttered as he filled her, "Pussy's almost as tight as your ass," and he bent forward and bit down on her nipple with his teeth, causing her to renew her screams. 

Mrs. Oakes felt the cold blade as the man cut the sides of her pretty pink panties and pulled them out from under her and rubbed her pussy. Her arms tied behind the chair caused her tits to be thrust forward and he pulled his cock out and rubbed it over the nipples, and she felt it twitch with excitement as he did. He offered his cock for her to suck and she turned her head and he began slapping her cheeks with it, it began to sting slightly and she looked at the girls, half of them already fucked silly and opened her mouth as he shoved his cock to the back of her throat and she gagged on it. 

"This bitch knows how to suck cock," he said, "Not like them cheerleader cunts," as he rocked his cock in and out of her mouth. Billy was driving Marianne hard now and he could taste blood from her nipple as he bit it and he shot his load deep inside of her tight pussy. He got off of her and pulled her up by her hair and kissed her, letting her taste her own blood as his hands mauled her bleeding tit. The door opened and he threw her over with the other girls and noticed that the older one was giving Jim a blow job now, "Nice tits," he said as Jim fucked her mouth, "Got 2 more girls yet Jim,better save some for them," and he laughed. Jim pulled his cock out and then kissed her and as he pulled away slapped her tit and his handprint came up bright red on it's milkiness. 

Beth was grabbed next as Jim shoved her towards the room and shut the door when they got inside. Beth didn't know what to really expect, but she didn't have to wait long to find out as Jim grabbed her red hair and turned her around and shoved her to her knees. He pulled out his cock and Beth remembered him fucking Mrs. Oakes mouth with it and she took it in without an argument. 

She sucked on it and tried not to gag as he shoved it's whole length in her mouth, evidently Mrs. Oakes had got him ready because he came very quickly and she struggled to swallow it as it gushed out on her cheerleader's outfit. He pulled her up by her hair and spun her around and then began cutting her top off and as it fell to the floor, he started on her bra and it soon joined it. He snaked his hand around and squeezed her tit and she grimaced in pain, then he cut her skirt off and her panties too. She felt the blade of the knife over her ass cheeks and she strained not to move. 

He pushed her over a chair and she thought she was going to hit the floor and stuck her hands out to catch herself and then she felt her legs being lifted and felt his cock at her pussy, pushing slowly inside of her. She struggled to keep from falling off the chair as he raised her legs high and drove deeper. He liked the position and pumped her hard as she rocked on the rickety chair and he unloaded in her, screaming as he did and then let go of her legs and they fell to the floor and his cock came out. He stood her back up and attacked her tits, sucking and biting them as she pleaded for him to stop, then he pushed her back down and stuck his cock back in her mouth and she was forced to suck it clean. 

As they came back into the room, Billy was fucking Mrs. Oakes tits, hitting her chin on the upstroke and getting a finger in her twat at the same time. He stopped and Jim gave him the knife and he cut Mrs. Oakes restraints and she rubbed her limbs to get her blood circulating again. As she rubbed her arms he went over and got Marianne by the hair and drug her over and made her lay on her back and then ordered Mrs. Oakes to 69 her. 

"No way!!" she said and he backhanded her. 

"Eat her fucking pussy now bitch!!" and she slowly straddled Marianne's head and lowered her pussy to her mouth as she went down on Marianne's pussy. He grabbed a piece of wood and smacked her across the ass, "EAT I SAID!!" and they reluctantly began to eat each other. Marianne was surprised, Mrs. Oakes was her first pussy and she didn't taste too bad, but Mrs. Oakes had one of their cum to eat out of Marianne. All the girls watched as Jim walked over and positioned himself behind Mrs. Oakes and eased his cock towards her ass. 

She sat up as she felt the head of his cock and he moved back and slapped her ass with the board again, "Did I fucking tell you to stop?" he yelled and she lowered her head and continued as he moved back in to her ass. She felt his spit hit her square on her anus and run between her legs as he pushed the head of his cock to her hole and she almost smothered poor Marianne as he popped through her anal ring and she flattened over Marianne's body. He hunkered down and as he filled her ass, his balls would rub across Marianne's nose. He fucked her tight ass and they ate each other as Mrs. Oakes tears flowed and he came in her ass and pulled out just before he was done and squirted over Marianne's nose and face. He sat in the chair and told them to keep eating as the last girl, Ginger, was led to the other room. 




The Long Way Home



Ginger had decided that she would offer no resistance, after seeing how the others returned. As soon as they got to the desk, she began to strip. Ginger's 34b tits seemed to impress him as he touched them and she continued to strip. "You got nice tits honey," he said as he bent down to suckle them, and his hand moved between her legs. His cock got hard as he discovered her crotch was clean shaven and he fingered her pussy and felt her wetness. 

"Why you little whore, you want me to fuck you. Don't you?" she had to admit that watching Marianne and Mrs. Oakes had made her wet, she had always preferred females. Not wanting that fact known she pushed his hand in and out of her and said, "Oh God yes, I'm so fucking horny," and a big smile grew on his face. She turned and bent over the desk, gimacing as the debris raked her tender tits and he moved in behind her slipping his cock into her wet hole, "Ooooohhh," she said as he filled her up and began fucking her. He sped up as she kept moaning and he grabbed a handful of her honey blonde hair and jerked on it as he pumped her from behind. 

His hair pulling really hurt and she tried to block the pain and tried to help him cum quickly so he'd release it. She strained to contract her vagina, to milk him, to make him cum and it worked as she felt his hot cum squirt into her and his hand slowly released her hair. He pulled her up and she screamed as a splinter lodged in the side of her tit, and he spun her around to check it out. He pushed her back on the desk and the debris bit into her back this time as he pushed her back. 

He came around to the side and grabbed her tit and squeezed as he grabbed the splinter and pulled it out, she could feel her blood running over her tit and he bent down and took the wound in his mouth and sucked up the blood. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his cock growing again as he continued to suck the side of her tit. He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her over the desk until her head was hanging off and rubbed his cock over her lips and she opened her mouth and he pushed it in. 

He pulled her some more, to better his fucking of her mouth and he squeezed her tits as she sucked. He shoved her tits together and bent down and sucked both of her nipples at once as he fucked her mouth and his cock began penetrating her throat. She began to gag as his cock went deeper and deeper and he concentrated on one nipple now as his hands dug into her pussy, ripping it open as he savagely squeezed her clit and her pussy lips. She sucked hard, trying to make him cum, to end her suffering once again and she could feel her plan working as his cock began to swell and then he pulled out and jacked his jism all over her tits and throat and face. He made her clean off his cock then and suck on his balls and then pulled her to her feet, causing her to get another splinter in her ass cheek this time. She didn't even scream out, not wanting the same treatment her tit had gotten and he pushed her towards the other room.

Everyone looked up as they entered, noting the cum all over Ginger's face, neck and tits. He grabbed Penny and told her to lick it off and she slowly flicked her tongue out, licking his cum off of Ginger's body. As she preferred women, Ginger was getting turned on and it was hard for her to pretend she didn't like it, as Penny licked around her nipples and neck. She had always thought about fucking Penny, and having her naked before her, licking her body was starting to make her very hot. As Penny concentrated on the cum on her face, Ginger grabbed her head and pushed her tongue into Penny's mouth and then pulled her naked body against her own savoring the feel of her taut tits against her own. Penny tried to pull back, but Ginger held her tight and the captor's were getting excited, "Oh yeah! You bitches go at it!" 

Ginger pushed Penny to the floor on her back and dove between her legs, sucking in her pussy, Penny desperately trying to push her off. One of the men came over and put his rifle to Penny's head, "Lay there and enjoy it cunt!" and Penny quit struggling as the men made all the girls come watch as Ginger ate Penny's pussy and fingered herself at the same time. Lust had gotten the better of Ginger, Penny's lips, tongue and touch had made her lose control and now she didn't care that everyone knew. 

Ginger screamed into Penny's pussy as her orgasm erupted and she kicked her legs and buried her fingers in her own cunt, enjoying the feelings. Ginger slowly calmed down and raised her head and removed her fingers and looked to see everyone staring at her. "Which bitch you want next, darlin" one of the men said, Ginger thought about it, this was her one chance to have any of these girls she wanted and the captors would back her up. 

Ginger pointed at Jacqueline and one of the men pushed her towards Ginger. She had always stared at Jacqueline's big knockers when they showered and wanted to have them in her mouth. As she reached for one, Jacqueline pulled back and felt the rifle in her back and slowly inched towards Ginger's waiting hand. Ginger couldn't believe how soft Jacqueline's tits were and she rubbed her nipples, making them hard and bent over and took one in her mouth, moaning as she sucked on it. Jacqueline felt the rifle poke her in the ribs, "Enjoy that bitch!" and she slowly moved her hand to Ginger's shaved snatch and fingered her slit, looking totally inexperienced as she did. Ginger sucked harder on Jacquline's tit and pushed her finger inside of her as she felt it hesitate and bucked against it. Ginger pushed Jacqueline to her knees and pushed her pussy at her face and she turned her head, "Lick it cunt!!" was the consensus of her captors and she slowly licked Ginger's slit, as Ginger moaned even louder. 

Everyone watched but Penny, who had her head down, ashamed of what had just happened and ashamed of the fact that she had enjoyed it, though only slightly. Ginger grabbed Jacqueline's head and shoved it into her smooth pussy and drug it up and down her face, spearing herself with Jacqueline's nose, then pushed Jacqueline to her back and moved in for a 69. Ginger's pussy covered Jacqueline's face as she lowered her own face to Jacqueline's cum dried pussy and began to eat her. Jacqueline jumped as Ginger inserted a finger into her ass hole and pumped it. One of the captors was getting very hot as he watched this all girl action and stroked his cock and moved in behind Ginger, he spit on his hand and stoked his cock and pushed it to Ginger's tight ass hole. 

Ginger stopped and sat up, "What the fuck!!" He pushed her back down, "You're gettin your enjoyment, and I'm gonna get mine," and he shoved his cock into her virgin ass and she let out a scream. He shoved her back onto Jacqueline's pussy as he hammered her tight ass, and Jacqueline could taste her blood as it ran down over her pussy. Ginger had stopped eating Jacqueline's pussy as she cried at the pain, but her attacker didn't care as he pumped in and out of her tight ass. 

He grabbed Ginger by the hips and pushed himself all the way in as he unloaded his cum in Ginger's ripped ass, and then pushed Ginger forward as he withdrew and made Jacqueline take his blood spattered cock in her mouth and suck it clean. Ginger rolled onto the floor in a ball, as blood oozed from her sore ass, and he moved over Jacqueline's face and fucked her mouth deep as the sensations caused his cock to grow. He grabbed Jacqueline's big tits and twisted the nipples as he fucked her face and let loose with another load, as Jacqueline gagged and tried to swallow it. 

He gave Jacqueline's big tit another twist as he got up, and pulled her to her feet. He sat her down and tapped Marsha and Beth on the shoulders, "You two are next," and motioned for them to move to the center and fuck each other. "I'd rather see the older bitch eat your cum out of the lesbian's ass," Jim said and they all laughed. He grabbed Mrs. Oakes under the arm and drug her to Ginger's crumpled body, "Get busy," he told her. Mrs. Oakes couldn't believe what was expected of her and began to protest, until she saw all three rifles raise and she gingerly moved her head to Ginger's bleeding ass and flicked her tongue against it. 

Ginger jumped as she did, startled by it and not paying any attention to the goings on. Mrs. Oakes licked Ginger's ass hole and Ginger slowly opened her legs and Mrs. Oakes began to tongue her ass now as Ginger loosened her sphincter and started to pass the cum, which Mrs. Oakes reluctantly took in her mouth, praying they would not spear her ass as she did. She felt her legs being spread and dreaded that it was coming, but felt the cock at her pussy instead and was relieved as it penetrated her and began to fuck her. 

'It was a nice cock' she thought to herself and it did feel good as it filled her and she felt her vagina grasping it as it fucked in and out of her and she had an orgasm, feverishly eating Ginger's pussy as well as licking her ass. This turned him on and he shot his load in her, making her scream out again as another orgasm overtook her and Ginger joined her as her pussy eating pushed Ginger into an orgasm. One of the other guys grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up and suck his cock in her mouth just as he came and Mrs. Oakes swallowed all that she could. 

The scene was broken by a rifle shot, as the third man shot into the ceiling to stop Marianne from running out the door. He grabbed her by the hair and drug her to the center of the room, and threw her down on her back, "Would be a shame to shoot a nice tight college girl like you," and pointed the rifle at her. 

"Please!! I'll suck your cock, you can fuck me, anything!! Just don't shoot me!!" They herded the rest of the girls next to Ginger and Mrs. Oakes and then one of the men lay down on his back and told Marianne to mount him. She climbed up on him and guided his cock into her pussy and lowered herself onto it and began to fuck him, then he stopped her and she saw another man move behind her and spit on his hand, "NO!!PLEASE NOT THAT!!" and he pushed against her ass and she screamed as he broke through and the third man filled her open mouth with his cock, and all three of them fucked her as her tears streamed down her cheeks and the man with his cock in her mouth held his rifle on the others. 

The man in her ass came first as she felt his hot cum in her bowels and then she felt it spurt into her mouth as she tried to swallow it and then it erupted in her pussy and soon she was left with just the cock in her pussy as they got off of her and she pushed herself up with her hands and rolled off. They all three put their clothes back on and then gathered up the girl's clothes and told them that they would leave the keys to the bus in the mailbox at the end of the driveway. 

"Thank y'all for brightening up a dull evening," and smiled and left. Mrs. Oakes, struggled to walk down the driveway to the mailbox as cum oozed from her pussy. She got the keys and walked back up to the building and gathered the girls up and got them on the bus. There, on the driver's seat was a map, with directions to the interstate and the naked bus full left.



The Long Way Home



Author's note: The sexual content of this story is between two sisters. If you don't enjoy F/F erotica this one probably isn't for you. This is my first story involving incest and I cannot tell you why I wrote it except to say I followed my muse and this is where she took me. My apologies to any of my regular readers who this work offends.

CET 

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The steady clicking of the wheels on the rails told her that the train had come down the long grade from the Rockies and was finally on the plains. It was evening and the sun was setting, but she didn't move from her end of the dusty, empty boxcar to enjoy the view. At the other end of the car an old man sat, either sleeping or deep in thought. He had a full pack, boots and wore a black bandana over his head. She knew what that meant; he was a lifer and enforcer for the FTRA. That should scare her, but after all she had been through it really seemed pretty inconsequential. The FRTA or Freight Train Riders of America was a particularly vicious gang who preyed on unsuspecting riders. 

Her name was Jenny, but it had been so long since she went by the name she barely remembered it. She was a small girl; short and rail thin with the look of the perpetually hungry on her gaunt face. She was eighteen going on forty and at times she almost hoped she never saw nineteen. She wore an oversized gray sweatshirt that swallowed her, but too some degree it hid her full breasts and that was the important part. Her hips were slim and boyish, covered in dirty jeans that might have been blue at some point in years past. There were holes in the soles of her sneakers and one in the canvas over her toe that showed she was sockless. When the old man rose and stretched Jenny became instantly wary. Like a wild thing she watched as he picked up his pack and approached her.

"Mind a little comp'ny," he asked when he was still five feet away from her. He was thin too, but where she looked fragile, he looked as tough as whipcord. The lines in his face were partially hidden by a scraggly white beard that was tobacco stained and his gnarled fingers showed the scars of many a fight.

"Your car," she replied deferentially. He had been in this car when she hoped it in the Sacramento switching yard and by the rules that made it his. Also, as a member of the FTRA he would be armed and most likely very dangerous. Too many "yuppie" riders made the mistake of thinking it was a free country, but that wasn't the case on the trains.

"Rekon it is at that," he said as he sat across from her and gave her the once over. His wise-old eyes took her in at a glance and Jenny waited for the inevitable come on. She didn't have much choice, she could either give him what he wanted and hope he would be kind or she could fight and possibly be dead. She didn't have much to live for, but she wasn't about to die protecting a virtue that had been dead for years. 

"I've seen that look before," he said in his southern drawl.

"What look?"

"You're wandrin if I'ma goin ta hit on ya or try to rape ya, but the answer is tain't neither," he said as he opened his pack and pulled out a small lantern. When it was lit he sat back and shook a cigarette from a crumpled pack then offered her one, which she took gratefully.

"Relax girl," he said as he lit his cigarette and passed her an old Zippo. It had the emblem of the globe and anchor, which she knew meant he was ex Marine Corps. She passed it back and he dug into his pack again and tossed her an MRE. He took one of the military ration packs out for himself and tore into it.

"Why you being so nice to me?" she asked suspiciously.

"I got me a daughter somewhere, about your age, mebbe a tad older. Never got the chance to know her, her momma runnin away with that faggoty SOB she took up with an all, so now an again I try to hep out when I see a girl alone, I'd want someone to help mine out if she was in a bad way,"

"Thank you," Jenny said as she tore into the meal. It was far from good, but when you ate as sporadically as she did it was a feast. They ate in silence, the old man passing her a second cigarette when they were both done and a flask with a strong liquor that tore up her throat, but left her limbs and tummy feeling warm.

"Tell me bout yoself girl, how'd you end up ridin the rails?"

"Long story," she said, trying to avoid the memories.

"We got time, be fifteen, sixteen hours till we make the next switch yard," he said reasonably. Jenny thought for a moment then decided, what the hell. If he wanted to hear a girl talk she would talk to him. He had fed her and that deserved some kind of return, especially if he wasn't going to try to fuck her or get a blowjob for his trouble.

"I'm going home. My daddy raped me the first time when I was real young. It happened a couple more times before he went out, got liquored up and got hisself shot dead over at Wellman's Hole. Momma wasn't no good and took up with a miner named Melvin Scoats afore pa was even in the ground good. For a while he was good to us, Mom, my sister Nan and me, but he took to drinking after he got laid off. I was always shy and quiet, so it weren't no surprise when he tried it too. But Nan was neigh on eighteen by then and already a hellion, she burst in on us an stomped a lake in his ass. She probably woulda kilt him, but ma got between em. Nan, she stormed out of the house and that left me with Melvin throwing me dirty glances while ma was tending to his cuts. I headed out the door the next morning, right past school, hopped a west bound and didn't get off til I was in Los Angeles,"

"How old were ya?"

"Fifteen,"

"Tain't right,"

"No sir, it ain't. In LA, I got by the only way a girl with no schoolin can for a while. I was headed down the road to perdition when I was saved by a right good Christian man named Mr. Dees. He took me in and found me a place in St. Catherine's School for Wayward Girls. I stayed there two years or more, learning how to be a good Christian and all. One evening Deacon Conway came to my room and tried to have his way with me. I was still shy, but I was eighteen then and a full growed woman so I fought back. Of course he blamed me and the church elders backed him up and I was out on the streets again the next day. Before I left the secretary give me a letter, it was from Nan, lord knows how she found me. Seems ma is passin and she wants to see her children again before she goes. Melvin got hisself cut to death in a card game last year. I been hitchin and ridin for three weeks now, trying to get home,"

"You talk strange girl, half the time it's pure West Virginia hill folk, the other half it's right proper English,"

"I learned a lot in the church school," Jenny said, dropping her accent like a stripper would her feathers.

"I rekon it's safer to sound homey than high falutin," he said with his eyes twinkling in the uncertain light.

"Yes sir, I learned that on the way out, keep quiet and sound dumb. The girls who have big mouths and use big words end up pulling their own trains,"

"That's the way of it. Something about riding a stuck up bitch that most of the boys can't get a nuff of. You're right canny, but I can see you're tuckered out. Get some rest girl. They call me Hard Corps and no one will mess with you while I'm about,"

Her rule of thumb had always been never sleep unless she was alone, but she curled up and drifted off, lulled by the rhythm of the rails. If this old man meant her any harm being awake or asleep wouldn't make much difference one way or the other.

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Durning was a typical West Virginia coal-mining town. Jenny felt the welling horror of being back as she stood on the old state highway that was still the only paved road in town. The mournful whistle of the eastbound freight as it crossed Dryer's creek was the only sound. Rows of clapboard houses, all in bad need of a paint job and an overall feeling of hopelessness that nothing seemed to penetrate added to her growing dread. She stuffed her hand in her pocket and felt the cool metal of a lighter.

She and the old man had parted before they crossed the Mississippi. He was headed towards warmer weather on the southern routes. She had made the rest of her trip alone, but carrying a Zippo with the Marine Corps emblem on it that he had given her. Twice she had pulled it out and showed it to groups of men who were getting too handsy. All she had to say was what the old man told her, "Hard Corps says leave me be". Both times the men had backed off like she had AIDS, the clap and Lorena Bobbit's sunny disposition. For an old man Hard Corps seemed to inspire a lot of fear, but you didn't make it to being an enforcer by turning the other cheek.

She found the house as she remembered it. A two-story box that looked exactly like the one on either side of it and every other house this side of the tracks. Company store houses. Theirs had been white at one time, but it was now dull gray with a sagging stoop and missing a few shingles. Jen slowly walked up the old steps and gingerly tested the boards of the dilapidated porch before putting her full weight on them. Every instinct told her to turn and run, run as fast as she could, until she couldn't run anymore. She hesitated, but finally knocked on the door and after a minute it swung open and a woman stepped out.

"Whaddaya want?" she asked suspiciously. She was head and shoulders above Jenny's five two and had a barrel chest with heavy breasts. She was obviously braless behind the black Harley Davidson t-shirt she wore and her arms were bulky for a woman. Her slim hips and muscular legs were barely contained by ripped jeans that looked to be painted on. Heavy biker boots with a blue bandanna tied around one ankle completed her outfit. She had a face that might have been pretty once, but her nose had been broken at least twice and a knife scar ran from just above her left eye all the way to her chin. She wore her black hair close cropped. A tattoo depicting a black widow spider crawling out of the eye socket of a skull was displayed prominently on her left shoulder. She had several scars on her arms and hands and looked very intimidating. There was something about her though, something in her pale green eyes, some faint recollection stirred in Jen's brain then.

"Nan?" Jenny asked disbelievingly.

"Jen?" the woman responded, cocking her head to one side and looking at her closely. Jen could only nod.

"Jenny!" the big girl shouted as she wrapped Jen up in her arms. She lifted the smaller girl from the old wooden porch and twirled her around while hugging her fiercely. Jenny hugged back and felt the tears start to flow. Nan had always been her best friend, her protector and the only person in her youth who had ever treated her kindly. When Nan finally put her down her ribs ached, but she was happy nonetheless. Nan looked as if she was about to cry and was embarrassed by her outburst.

"Come on in Sis, I was afraid you wouldn't come," she said as she turned her back and walked her into the house. Inside the house was dusty and looked unlived in.

"Where's ma?" Jenny asked.

"Dead and buried and good riddance. She weren't ever any account and I hated her guts for what she let pa do to us. I might have forgiven that, but I never forgave her for letting that bastard Melvin Scoats go after you. I came back the next day with the child welfare people from over ta Bowman, but you had already run," Nan said as she reached the kitchen and opened the battered old fridge.

"Beer?"

"Yeah," Jenny said. It was an unwritten rule in town that you never called in outsiders. Strangers were viewed with suspicion and distrust. If Nan had done that it meant she was breaking with everything she had been taught and would be ostracized by the townsfolk. It made Jenny feel better to know her sister hadn't abandoned her when she walked out that night so long ago.

"When did ma pass on?"

"Year ago last Tuesday," 

"But your letter said…"

"I know. I hated to lie to you sis, but I really wanted ta see you again and I was afraid you would hate me for leaving that night. I always feared you'd think I abandoned you,"

"No, I never blamed you, I knew the only reason you stayed at home as long as you did was cause you didn't want to leave me alone with Melvin," Jenny said quietly. Nan looked at her and smiled a guilty little smile, almost as if that was supposed to be her little secret.

"Good, you talk funny. Did you get some education somewhere?" 

"Yeah, I got my GED," Jenny said, then sipped her beer and told her sister her whole story. Her two years as sister Mary Chastity amused Nan, but the ending of that chapter in her life seemed to set off her sister's explosive anger. When she was done with her story Nan cursed men vehemently and then told Jenny her story.

"After I come back and you was gone I stole Melvin's bike and lit out. Tweren't nothing left here for me nohow. I hooked up with some bikers over in Mary-land and have been riding with em ever since. It's a good life, on the road most of the time, but we have a hangout over near Baltimore. I've risen pretty high, second only to Wilma and Cortez,"

"You're in a biker gang?"

"Yep, we're called the Black Widows, toughest all girl club on the east coast," Nan said proudly. 

"Why did you suddenly decide to get in touch with me Nan? It must have cost you a fortune to find me," 

"Money ain't no thang, I got plenty now. As to why…lets save that for tomorrow. You look tuckered and I just got in myself about an hour afore you did,"

"All right," Jenny said. She took a long hot bath, her first in weeks and slept in a clean bed for the first time since she had been thrown out of the church house. The next morning she rose early, made coffee and sat on the porch sipping it as she watched a storm rolling in. Storms on the mountain could be very violent and she had always feared thunder. Nan came down in just a pair of black boxers and a t-shirt. Her legs were as scared as her arms and just as muscular, but she looked nice, at least to Jen. 

"I gotta go sis, I'll be in later," Nan said as she killed a beer.

"Where ya going?"

"Gotta ride over to Wellman's Hole and find a guy. He owes us money and he's hiding out over there with his no account cousin. I'm not gonna lie to ya sis, I do a lot of the dirty work for the Widows," she said. Jen decided not to ask any more questions and a half hour later Nan roared off on her bike. 

Jen wandered through the still house. Each room contained many memories; most of them bad, but the good ones came back too. She and Nan playing dollies on the porch while her grandfather, a kind old man who was nearly blind watched. Nan always took the male dolls, which suited Jen fine. Her father had bought them a big dollhouse before he lost his job and turned mean. They had spent hours on the front porch, playing house on rainy days.

The living room was still the same, Sears furniture that had been old when her parents got it at the second hand store over in Morgantown. She remembered the afternoon little Tommy White had hit her and Nan had beaten the tar out of him. She had driven him into the old wingback chair in the corner and pummeled him until her mother had heard him squalling and came to investigate. None of the local boys ever bothered her after that.

Her bedroom on the second floor had been turned into a sewing room. She remembered the time she had the flu and Nan sat up with her, reading Black Beauty over and over again for her. All of her good memories were with Nan. Her mother had been drunk or gone most of the time and her sister had been best friend, confidant, mother, sister and so much more. 

Jen found some hamburger meat in the fridge and cooked it along with some spices, there wasn't much else besides cases of beer and she wondered if Nan lived here or just stayed here occasionally. She had just set out the plates when she heard Nan's bike pull up. The rain had stopped, at least for the moment when Nan came in. She went upstairs quickly to wash her hands and put on dry clothes, but Jen saw the blood on her shirt and hands. Her sister was distant throughout their sparse dinner and had a couple of beers before asking how Jen's day had gone.

Jen told her of her reminiscing and how all her good memories were of them together. Nan stood and turned towards the small window in the kitchen. It was raining again, a slow, steady drizzle from the leaden sky that seemed to wipe out all hope in the world. She looked so forlorn in her black leather jacket and boots, staring out at the rain from the old kitchen. Jen knew there was something wrong, she didn't know how, but she knew it as surely as she did it was raining.

"What is it Nan? You can tell me," Jenny said as she approached her sister and put her hand on Nan's shoulder. Nan turned violently and her hand shot to Jenny's head, taking a handful of hair and pulling her head back. Her green eyes blazed eerily in the strange greenish light from the storm and then softened perceptibly. 

With a single fluid movement she pressed her lips to Jen's. Jenny was caught completely off guard and her whole body went stiff, but when Nan's tongue probed her lips they parted and suddenly she melted into her sister's embrace and kissed back. She wrapped her arms around Nan's shoulders and her big sister released her hair to grasp her waist tightly and lift her off the floor. Jen hung there, sucking on Nan's agile tongue as it probed her mouth and pushed against her own. She wrapped her legs around Nan's slim waist to help support her weight and Nan's hands slid to Jen's ass. When the kiss finally broke Nan put her down and stepped back. The biker shook her head, as if to clear it and then did so again.

"I'm sorry sis," she said miserably. Jenny's whole body was tingling and she felt a burning need between her legs, like nothing she had ever felt before. She definitely wasn't sorry although she was very confused.

"For what? Nan, please, I don't understand,"

"I'm a monster sis," Nan said slowly. She turned and got a beer from the fridge and killed it almost in one gulp.

"I called you back here cause I had to know for sure,"

"Know what?"

"If I could still be good to anyone. I'm gay sis, and I'm like daddy, I hurt my women. I don't mean to be, but I am. I…I get off on hurtin em, I can't control myself. I don't want to be like that, I swore I would NEVER be like that, but I am just the same. You're the only one left in this world I love. The only one I could never hurt. I had to know if it was still like that, or if I was truly a monster. I do still love you, but now I want to take you upstairs and fuck your brains out. I'm not totally evil, but I'm sicker than I thought, and I'm not sure which is worse," she said miserably.

"You aren't a monster Nan, you're my sister and I love you,"

"I am too," she said disconsolately. Jenny felt strange, trapped and unable to help. How could she tell her sister she found her attractive? Jenny had, had a few relationships with butch women and she was a natural bottom. They had always ended up using her and hurting her before dumping her for another toy. Jen looked at her sister and for a moment didn't see her as her sister. She saw her as a butch who would never hurt her and God help her the idea appealed after all of the pain people had caused her in her life.

"Nan, please,"

"Nope, shouldn't have come back," she said in a dead monotone as she killed another bottle of beer.

"Fine!" Jenny exploded. Her sister looked up sharply, like she had never heard Jen raise her voice.

"You got a choice to make Nancy Calhoun, you can sit here and get piss drunk feeling sorry for yourself or you can come upstairs and fuck my brains out, it's up to you," she screamed as she turned on her heel and stormed upstairs. Her anger lasted to the top of the stairs. She had never been one to stay angry long. Holding grudges just wasn't in her nature. Jen walked into the big bedroom, wondering what she should do. She shrugged and unbuttoned her blouse, if she came she came, if not she would deal with it. She tossed her blouse on the floor and had just unfastened her plain white bra when she felt a presence behind her. 




The Long Way Home



Nan's brawny arms slipped around her waist and she shivered when she felt Nan's lips on her bare shoulder. Jenny relaxed back into Nan's embrace, dropped her bra and crossed her arms over her sisters, lightly stroking her elbows. Nan kissed her shoulder again, slowly working up her neck. Jenny shivered and moaned softly when Nan's lips touched her ear.

"You like that sis?' she asked in a sexy whisper.

"Yessss," Jenny said, carrying out the last "s" into a sibilant and breathy whisper.

"Your skin's so soft," Nan whispered as the tip of her tongue flicked over Jenny's outer ear. Nan's big hands deftly undid the fly of her sister's jeans and let it fall open, but her hands returned to Jen's tummy and went no lower.

"Are you sure about this sis, it's a sin and if you don't stop me soon I am going to really fuck you. I swear ta God I won't hurt you, but I pack a big stick and I get wild once I get going,"

"I'm not sure of much Nan. What I am sure of is your hands feel so good, your lips so soft; I just want you to make love to me, long and sweet. I'll deal with the rest of it later, are you sure this is what you want?"

"More than anything in the world,"

"Then stop talking and let's just enjoy it,"

"Your hair smells sweet," Nan said as she inhaled. Her hands slowly moved up Jenny's bare tummy until they gently cupped her full breasts. Nan's hands were rough and her fingers calloused, but they were infinitely gentle. Another soft moan echoed in the quiet room as Nan tenderly kneaded her breasts and licked her ear. Jen was at a loss, sex had always been done quickly, before discovery or before the hour's rent on the hotel room was up. When she had been turning tricks the idea had been get this one off as quickly as possible so you can get to another before daylight came. Never had she had sex purely for the enjoyment of it. The gentle way her sister was caressing her breasts was a complete contrast to the rough handling they had received at the hands of others. For the first time in her life Jenny found herself enjoying someone else's touch. Her back arched and she groaned when Nan's fingers gently seized her stiff nipples and began to squeeze. 

"You've got beautiful tits, Jen." 

"Mmm," was all she could manage in response. Nan's hands continued their magical manipulations while her tongue still worried Jenny's ear. The occasional warm breath exhaled over her whole ear sent chills racing down her spine and raised goose bumps on her skin. The gentle squeezing and rolling of her nipples was making a knot of tension form at the small of her back, which caused her back to arch.

Nan's hands slid down her flat belly and into the front of her jeans. All too briefly they covered her mound and then slid around the sides to the back, pushing the material out and down. Without conscious thought Jenny pulled her thighs in slightly to let the material fall to her knees, once her sister pushed past her hips. Nan's hands cupped her ass and squeezed before moving around to the front of her body again. The big girl stepped firmly on the crotch of Jenny's jeans, carrying them to the floor where she could easily step out of them. She did so, feeling the air on her now bare legs as the old ceiling fan stirred it. 

A flash of lightening and the booming retort of a thunderclap plunged the room into darkness. The rain came then, moving from a drizzle to a pelting roar on the windowpanes and old tin roof in the blink of an eye. Nan didn't release her hold, but her hands returned to Jen's tummy, holding her protectively. 

"Still afeared of storms?" she whispered.

"Not so much as before," Jenny replied, but she knew she was shaking. Remembering all the nights she had crept out of her bed to curl up with her big sister when the thunder came, she was touched again by how Nan had always looked out for her. Nan's hands were suddenly gone and she could hear her sister moving around in the dim greenish light. Jen kicked off her shoes and took a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies in her stomach, before turning around.

There was a scratching sound and an old blue tipped match flared to life. Nan lifted the antique glass mantle of the old oil lamp on the nightstand and lit it. The room was suffused with a flickering glow, casting long shadows as the storm raged outside. Nan tossed her jacket on the old rocking chair in the corner and undid her jeans. She kicked off her boots and pried the denim down her muscular legs. When she stood she looked powerful in the wan light, like a goddess wearing nothing but her tight black shirt. Her pussy was bald and the lips were very prominent, stained a bright red by some trick of the light.

From her black saddlebag, which was looped over the back of the rocking chair she fished out a harness and belted it around her slim waist with practiced ease. The dildo that now jutted from her pelvis was imposing. It was black and very stout, also very long with a large head and faux balls. Jenny felt a chill pass through her as she imagined how that would feel inside of her. Nan came back, stood before her and stroked her face gently.

"Sis, you're gonna have to trust me. I know it looks big, but you can take it. I had to; all the riders in the Widows face a gangbang with these things as an initiation, even the butches. Or maybe especially the butches, I guess to teach humility and loyalty to the group over personal things. For a little femme like you it's gonna hurt at first, but I think you'll love it after you get used to it. We can still stop sis, I know now I can touch someone and not want to hurt them. I don't have to be like daddy, it's my choice,"

"Do you want to stop Nan?"

"God no, I've never wanted ta fuck any girl like I want you, but when we wake up in the morning I don't want you running away again. I missed you so much and love you so dearly; I can't stand the thought of loosing you again. You're as hot as any girl I've ever met and I love sex, but it ain't worth that to me," she said, still stroking Jen's cheek. The thin girl smiled.

"The only way you will wake up and find me gone is if you don't fuck me. I love you Nannners, you're the only one to ever touch me and not make my skin crawl," she said quietly, reverting to her childhood nickname for her sister.

"Nanners, haven't heard that in along time," the big woman said smiling broadly. Another thunderclap sent Jenny into her big sister's arms. 

"Shh, ain't nothing but thunder. I'm here, I'll always be here, you're safe," the big butch cooed as she held the thin girl tightly to her chest and stroked her hair.

"How do we do this?" Jenny asked after she shook of the fright from the sudden thunderclap. None of her previous lovers had ever used a strapon and Jen was curious, expectant and just a little fearful if she were truthful with herself. It was bigger than any man she had ever been with and looked like it would split her in half.

"Well, first I've got ta get you wet and ready, then I guess flat on your back works best, maybe a pillow under your ass. They took me tied over the seat of a bike so I know rear entry ain't the most pleasant for a first time," Nan said as she scooped Jen up in her arms and carried her to the bed. It was an old bed, the one her mom and dad had conceived them both in and the springs squeaked as their combined weight came down on it. Jen could remember jumping up and down on this very bed with her sister when they were young. The memories were comforting and she easily relaxed as she sank into the old feather mattress.

Nan's weight on her body brought her back to the here and now. Their lips met and Nan kissed her, softly, tenderly, with no hint of need or violence. Her sister then kissed her chin, neck, and collarbone, slowly moving down the slope of her breasts. When Nan's warm mouth enveloped one of her nipples Jen gasped. Her sister suckled like a baby, then used her tongue to tease the nipple as she applied soft suction. Her hand kneaded Jen's free breast, slowly building that strange but pleasurable tension in the small of the thin girl's back.

"Oh god," she ejaculated when Nan's mouth moved from her left nipple to her right and her hand took over where her lips had been. Her sister's free hand slipped between their bodies and ripped Jen's worn cotton panties from her hips. 

"Fucking ugly underwear. I'll take you over to Morgantown tomorrow and get you some sexy things. A girl your age shouldn't be wearing granny panties fer Christ's sake," Nan mumbled around Jen's stiff nipple.

Now that Jen was naked her sister's hands closed on her breasts and began to roll the nipples as her tongue trailed down her tummy, stopping to tease her navel with feathery flicks before moving lower. When that soft tongue threaded its way through her thick pubic triangle and brushed her already slick lips Jen moaned. Nan took her time, tonguing Jen's lips and teasing her entrance until her little sister was babbling and tossing her head from side to side while moaning continuously.

When Nan pressed her chin and lips between her sister's puffy lips and began to lap at her moist inner folds Jen cried out. Her hands involuntarily went to her sister's head, but the hair was too short to grasp. The pleasure coming from her pussy and nipples was so intense that she was mewling in pleasure and her hands fluttered before moving instinctively to cover Nan's.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," she chanted over and over, like some kind of mantra. Her body was filled with a tenseness that defied description and her mind seemed drawn to her pussy, nipples and anywhere else Nan's skin was in contact with her own.

Jen felt her thighs suddenly snap shut on Nan's head and she vaguely realized one of her sister's hands was no longer rolling her nipple. Nan carefully introduced a stiffened finger into Jen's tight channel and began to gently saw it in and out. The muscles in Jen's hips, legs, and back went rigid and Jen experienced a single moment of the most profound peace she had ever known. Then shattering waves of pleasure tore through her as her body convulsed in her first orgasm. She cried out as the waves assaulted her mind again and again. Her body jerked like a marionette on a string and incomprehensible cries escaped her lips. The world faded to a reddish haze and a sporophoric euphoria suffused her whole body as the intense pleasure passed and left her drained in its wake. 

When she came to her senses Nan was lying next to her, gently stroking her breast and arm. Jen tried to speak, but her tongue seemed cloven to her palate and nothing was working properly.

"First time?" Nan asked quietly. Jen could only nod. Nan smiled so warmly that it made Jen's heart swell until she felt it would burst from her rib cage.

"I'm glad. It feels good to bring pleasure and not pain," Nan said as she kissed Jen. Jen's hand wandered down her sister's body to grasp the big dildo, which caused Nan to jump. When the kiss broke she smiled up at her big sister.

"How bout some mutual pleasure?" Jen said smiling shyly as she stroked the big cock.

"It does beat all how you talk, maybe you can give me some of that learning. I hate sounding like an ignorant hillbilly,"

"Later, right now I want you to fuck me sis, I've never wanted it before, but I feel…itchy down there or empty or something…I don't know," Jen said, sounding a little confused.

"You feel horny sis, it's how a little fluff is supposed to feel when she wants to get laid and tain't a damn thing wrong with it, no matter what them bible thumpers out in californy learned ya," Nan said smiling. Jen looked deeply into her sister's eyes.


"Is this wrong Nanners? I mean us?"

"Welp," Nan said as she rolled between Jen's legs and pushed herself up on her knees, "Seems to me I remember preacher Gadsden giving a sermon on it once. Noah and his daughters got it on and Cain with his ma or sisters, the good book is full of it and no one ever pays no nevermind. Miss Tetley in eight grade said it was a sin cause kids come out all messed up when brothers and sisters lie together, that's how educated people say fuck. I'm a pretty good fuck, but I don't think I can knock you up no matter how many time we lie together," she said as she grasped the dildo and brought the head to Jen's lips.

"Seems like you have given it some thought," Jen said smiling. Nan only winked and used one hand to spread Jen's still quivering lips. She brought the head of the big dildo to her sister's entrance and then stroked it up and down her slit, making sure she got firm contact with Jen's clit. In no time the black latex was coated in her sister's juices.

Jen watched through slitted eyes and raised her hips as Nan pulled a pillow over and jammed it under her ass. Once she settled back she felt the bed creak as her sister shifted her weight to her arms, which were on either side of Jen's chest. She could feel the big cock seated at her entrance and involuntarily tensed.

"Relax sis, you have ta relax. If ya tense up it's gonna hurt like fire and I don't ever want to hurt you," Nan said. Jen nodded without opening her eyes and forced her body to relax. Her hands went to Nan's arms and held tight. The pressure began to build and she felt the ring of muscles at her entrance being slowly opened. The thin girl bit her lip and tried to keep her body from tensing, but nothing could prepare her for the moment when her muscles gave and six full inches of the big dildo slammed into her. The bulbous head forced tissue aside as it burrowed into her tight passage, but there was little pain. Nan's earlier ministrations had her so wet and prepared that she felt only slight discomfort. Nan pushed forward a couple of times but the dildo seemed lodged where it was. Jen had never felt so full before.

"Damn, you're tight," she grunted. 

"Go easy," Jen pleaded as another two inches penetrated and she began to fell uncomfortably full. She watched as Nan bit her lip and slowly relaxed. The big girl began to rock her hips slightly and Jen felt the huge dildo making tiny movements inside her, soon it was sliding slowly in and out of her pussy and it felt…incredible!

"Oh god," she groaned as more of it sank into her with each of her sister's thrusts. She was surprised to feel Nan's mound bump her own.

"It's in baby, I told you, you could take it," Nan said grinning. 

"Mmmm, I've never felt anything like it," Jen said dreamily.

"Told ya you would love it,"

"Fuck me sis," Jen said, licking her lips as sensuously as she could and hoping she looked sexy and not silly.

It seemed to be all Nan had been waiting for. She spread her legs to get more purchase and began to pile drive the huge dildo into her sister, working her hips in a circular motion and getting her weight behind it with each thrust. To Jen it went from mildly pleasurable to pure bliss as she wrapped her legs around her sister's body and locked her ankles at the small of Nan's back. Her body soon began to respond, humping up to meet her sister's down thrusts. Jen's tiny hands found their way to her generous breasts and began to roughly massage them. Out of nowhere an orgasm rocked her world. It started as a mere tinge in the muscles in her pussy and then exploded into mind-shattering bursts of pure pleasure. She screamed, screamed again and tossed her head from side to side; all the while Nan continued to relentlessly drive into her. 

Another orgasm came on the first's heels and another, each blending into and overlapping the one before it until she felt like she had been cuming forever. Jen began to feel she was going to go insane, it felt so good it was almost unbearable. Nan pushed an arm under Jen's leg and then pinned it back to her chest. She did the same with her other arm and the big dildo seemed to sink even deeper if that was possible. Doubled up as she was Jen could only squeak and moan as her sister began to fuck her in earnest.

"Nomore, nomore, nomore," Jen babbled. It was so weird to hear herself saying that because the last thing in the world she wanted was for Nan to stop. Her sister seemed to know that and kept right on fucking her. Jen rode the waves, from peak to even more blissful peak. She dimly became aware of a change in Nan's rhythm, her sister's strokes were becoming faster, sharper and less deep. 

Jen opened her eyes and looked up. Nan's face was right above her and strangely distorted. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lips pulled back from her teeth in what Jen could only describe as a grimace. Realizing her sister was close; Jen reached up and began to massage Nan's breasts through her t-shirt, finding the stiff nipples being the fabric easily. She saw the muscles bulging in her sister's arms and neck, heard her grunting and groaning and then watched as her face relaxed and she barked sharply as she came.

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Morning's light was streaming into the room when Jen awakened. Nan was curled up behind her and she didn't want to move, her sister's body felt so good. She tried to roll over, but Nan's arms tightened about her and held her where she was.

"Awake?" Nan asked sleepily.

"Yes," Jen replied.

"You're a great fuck sis, I just want you to know that," Nan said as she kissed Jen's shoulder.

"Mmmm, so are you, so now what?"

"Well, I gotta be getting back to Baltimore. I collected the money I was sent to get. What about you? This place is ours ya know, ma left it to us both,"

"I don't know, but I'm not staying here, that's for sure,"

"Well, you're welcome to ride along with me, long as you don't mind riding bitch,"

"How will that go over with your friends? I mean, your kid sister tagging along everywhere?"

"Nobody even knows I got a sister. As far as they are concerned you're my bitch and that means they accept you. It's a good life Jen, not for everyone, but it ain't bad for an uneducated girl from nowhere. But you ain't like me, you got some learning. If you want I can send you to school somewhere, get you a real education and maybe a shot at a normal life,"

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would, I love you. I…I want you for my girl, but it's up to you,"

"Can I get a tattoo that says Nan's girl?" Jen asked.

"Sure, if you'd like to," Nan said, smiling and kissing Jen's shoulder.

"I think I would like that very much," the thin girl replied as she snuggled back against her lover.

Finis



The Long Way Home



Nick's Note: While I may write about my erotic interludes with a variety of women, I am not promiscuous. I do not 'hunt' women, visit brothels, or solicit streetwalkers. My stories cross a time line of thirty years or so, and my relationships with the ladies in these stories have lasted for any number of years; one in particular has continued off and on for the last twenty-five. I had the honor of being allowed to carry one of these true friends to her grave. All of these beautiful ladies know that all they have to do is call, and I will be there, as a friend. However, with that being said, if one calls wanting my body, I'm always early.

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It was early Sunday morning of the long Labor Day weekend. El and I were headed south out of the eastern part of Iowa. Headed south to hot water, clean clothes and a good meal for me, a bath and probably some wax for her.

We were both covered with the sandy dirt of the campground. I could feel it in the creases of my skin; like extra fine sandpaper, slowly working its way in. I could see it on El's paint, laying in clouds across her tank, changing shape with the light, a line of it on her speedometer glass, trapped against the bezel.

It promised to be a hot one, just like yesterday, but it was cool now, the dew still heavy, and the sun barely up. El and I seemed alone with earth and sky for the most part, so I gave her some leash, and she ran with it, wound tight, begging for the other gear I'd promised but never delivered, reining her in as we approached small towns and their limits, exhaust popping her complaint.

She never asked for much, did El. Just for me to hang on and to let her run. Her usual complaint being that I shut her down or was too long from her.

Some thought I had gone off the deep end with El. I've noticed that these are the same people that can't see or even look for an unspoken thought or desire in the faces of their loved ones or friends. I feel sorry for them. Over the years, I've learned that you can help, but you can't make people feel; they have to find their own way; they have to find their own salvation. 

We crossed the line into Missouri at a small toll bridge on the Des Moines River. A four-lane highway is being built across the river now; you can see the new piers from the tollbooth. I'll miss this bridge, the toll taker always wanting to talk, never caring if you have to dig for change, asking your health, wishing you safe journey. Progress isn't all it should be.

Missouri is a 'helmet law state' so I always stop at the small gas station on this end of the bridge, get gas, on or off with the helmet, and smoke. I've earned a nodding relationship with the owner over the years, and he doesn't care if I loiter when it's cold or raining as long as I don't block the pumps or the door. On the southern run, I always get coffee, hunker down and lean back, catching the heat reflected from the block of the building and watch the big rigs cross the bridge silhouetted by the rising sun.

As El and I continued south, I let my thoughts drift around the curves of my mind, thinking about stories and poems, things I need to get done, things said or implied, sometimes silently singing, or listening to El's song, and then it came to rest on Maggie. 

I had met Maggie and her husband Jim up in Sturgis about seven years ago; camping next to them, we just seemed to hit it off even though they were both at least ten years younger than me. Sharing whatever we had that the other needed, doing the rides together; Needles Highway, Crazy Horse, Devil's Tower; watching all the crazy shit go down in the campground at night, gambling in Deadwood, and whatever else took our fancy. I met them up there every year since, even rode home with them; spending the night at their place in K.C. before heading across the state to my home. Until two years ago, anyway.

Maggie showed up alone that year and only stayed part of the one day. Jim died that January. Maggie looked used up; no tears left, and in a monotone told me that she was only there to spread his ashes and wanted me to go with her, that it was one of his wishes. I followed her to the western approach to the Badlands and watched her offer him to the winds on the grasslands. 

As I watched her head east, I couldn't ever remember feeling that much pain for a fellow human being.

I stopped on my way back from Sturgis, she wasn't home, and so I left her a note to call me. She never did. I tried calling her from time to time, but the phone just rang. I let it go.

Maggie kept crossing my thoughts as El and I headed down the road, just wondering how she was, wondering why I never heard from her, wondering why I never tried to contact her again.

El and I hit Hannibal, stopping for gas. I remembered hearing that the northern east/west highway was a good run across the state, so for grins I checked my map. I thought, 'Fuck it', I'd know how she was and be done with it. El and I headed west for K.C.

It was a good run until we got past Chillicothe where we caught some hard-hitting rain. I had to slow down for a chance to guess where we were on the road with the passing cars kicking up spray and coating the inside of my glasses. I finally stopped under an overpass and put on goggles as much as I hate them; feeling like my head is in a fishbowl, like I may as well be driving a cage. 

It rained all the way to the interstate and sporadically into north K.C.

I pulled up to an overgrown yard, flowerbeds choked with weeds, and soggy newspapers littering the driveway. Maggie answered the door in a robe, very pale, almost ashen, hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes. Gone was the girl that had to have makeup to leave the campground, had to brush out her hair at every stop, always wanting to look her best. She just walked away from the open door, didn't even say hi. 

She had given up. I won't describe it.

I followed her into the kitchen, found her smoking, drinking coffee, table littered with crap.

"Is this one of Jim's last wishes, Maggie?"

"Aw fuck you, what do you care? Nobody else does, why should you?"

"Don't hand me that. You only had to call. I would've listened. I would've cared."

She snorted at me.

"You know, it doesn't have to be like this Maggie. I know it hurts. I know it hurts so fucking bad you want to die. But you don't have the guts to do it quick, do you? I didn't either."

She finally looked at me. I gave her a small smile and nodded at her. 

"Yeah, me too, Maggie. Come on, get dressed, let's get you out of here, get something to eat."

She came out after awhile, dressed in jeans and a blouse, no makeup, but she had brushed out her hair. 

We took her truck to a Denny's, where she mostly stared out the window and pushed her food around, until I kicked her in the shin.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I never knew you were this ignorant to people. Now look, I'm paying for this crap, so eat up. Now."

We talked on the way back to her place. She told me that Jim's parents didn't want her around, didn't want the reminder, and didn't care for her to begin with. Told me that she had no kin, no one to fall back on. She couldn't find it in her to start over. She quit her job, lived off the insurance, and just waited.

We spent the night talking. I listened to her talk about Jim and their plans, held her when she cried, tried to make her feel that I understood her pain and that I cared. I told her a little about Annie, how friends found me and helped me on my way.

The sun found us still talking.

"You know I can't just leave you here to start this all over again, don't you? It would make me feel better if you'd stay with me for a spell. I've got the room, and the price is right, so go pack up some stuff and we'll be on our way. We'll take your truck, you can come back to this whenever you want, ok?"

Maggie hesitated and started to object claiming she'd be a burden, that she was ok now, that... I stopped her with one word, "Bullshit." She got up to pack.

I walked around the house, making sure stuff was turned off, and made my way to the basement. Jim's bike was down there; front end and frame twisted, scarred and dented tanks and fenders; looking just as sad as Maggie. I found Jim's ramp and got El loaded and tied down, listening to her complain about bondage. A neighbor kid was shooting hoops a couple doors away, so I walked down and struck a deal with him and his dad, cash in advance to cut the grass, pull the weeds and collect the mail and papers. We traded numbers in case.

Maggie had four suitcases and a bunch of smaller bags waiting with her by the truck when I got back. 

"You know, this isn't a world cruise." I was sorry as soon as I said it, she ducked her head and started to retreat. "Lighten' up girl. I'm just screwing with you. Get your butt up there and I'll pass it to you. Come on, times a wasting."

It was close to 8pm when we finally made it to my place. I moved some stuff around and got Maggie settled in the spare bedroom, showed her where stuff was, and made sure she knew that this was home and didn't have to ask.

She helped get El down, and just for grins I dared Maggie to pull her in the garage. She hopped on, lit her up, looked back, and with a big grin, shot gravel all over me. El sounded happy. Damn women.

Maggie came to my room in the middle of the night, crying. I let her get in with me and I held her as she cried herself to sleep. She woke once calling for Jim and I just held her tight and whispered that it was ok; over and over; that it would just be ok.

I let Maggie sleep the next morning. I sat drinking coffee and when the time was right, I called work. I usually carry a couple weeks vacation over every year; the boss seemed surprised when I told him I was taking two weeks; seemed even more surprised when I told him it was for family matters. 

Maggie acted embarrassed when she came in the kitchen later, and I probably made it worse by asking her if she slept well, but hell, that's what a friend is for. Right?

We spent the day doing the grand tour of the area. Pete's Inn, where we had breakfast, and the closest shopping mall, which is about twenty miles from my home. I knew the last was a bad idea from the start; but a tour guide can only point out trees, livestock and wildlife so many times...

I found myself in the makeup and women's clothing sections of a department store trying to convince Maggie that she was prettier than she needed to be, but she didn't buy into it; and then a supermarket where I was told to be quiet, push the cart, and look domesticated. 

To say the least, it put me off my feed for the rest of the day; well, at least until Maggie did her home cooking routine; then I kind of figured humping groceries isn't all bad.

Hell! I don't know who I'm trying to kid. We had fun.

I snuck in a call to Connie; a friend who has been like a sister to me over the years and has helped me over some rough times; explained the situation to her and got an invite to her house for tomorrow.

Maggie and I watched the fire after dinner and talked into the night. She had more she wanted to get rid of and I let her. It was late when we finally said good night.

I woke up the next morning and Maggie was in bed with me again. She was beautiful in her sleep. Her hair slightly disheveled, lips slightly parted, breasts slowly rising and falling, the covers outlining her ample curves, a shapely calf and foot exposed...

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't tempted because the proof of my temptation was plain to see. I'm just lucky; no, Maggie was just lucky; maybe we were both lucky, that my normally small conscience also gets big at times.

Shaking my head and groaning inwardly, I got out of bed without waking her, got dressed and got the hell out of there before either item deflated.

I was giving El her belated bath and talking to her about Maggie, when Maggie came out to the garage carrying a thermos of coffee. She didn't look embarrassed this morning; instead she had a puzzled look on her face.

She helped me dry El without me asking, and we made small talk about the weather, sharing the coffee from the thermos cap.

"Who were you talking to when I came in?"

"El. She was telling me that she thinks you're pretty, and that she got a big kick out of you shooting gravel at me the other night."

"Well, I think you're pretty too, El. Does Nick think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're beautiful. And when you're ready, you'll see that other men think you're beautiful too."

"Do you think I'm desirable?"

"Hmmm. Now that's a damned if I do, damned if I don't question if I ever heard one... even though I answered one question, I'm going to plead the fifth. I will say that I didn't ask you to come here to jump your bones..."

"You could've fooled me. I saw you when you got out of bed."

"You mean you saw me when I got out of 'my' bed, not the one you were given, don't you?"

"You didn't kick me out," sticking her tongue out.

"Aw, Maggie, I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to be... your old self, and I sure as hell don't want to do anything that would make you hate me later. If you want to share my bed at night when you're lonely, that's ok with me. Just make sure... that... I dunno... I... I just don't want to lose your friendship and have you wish that I'd never shown up at your door. I may as well just say it. I find you very desireable Maggie. I know why Jim loved you. I know why Jim still loves you."

I saw a look come over her, and thought 'now you went and stepped in it, you bonehead', but she surprised me, only letting a couple of crocodile tears go with a hint of a smile. I wiped the tears away with the towel I was holding, leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek.

"You hungry? We need to start thinking about getting our act together; I've got someone I want you to meet. A real good friend of mine, I think you'll like her."

"No, not really; but I want to shower if we have time."

"Take your time. I'm going to finish up out here and I'll be in."

I was sitting in the living room, staring out the window, not thinking about anything in particular when I sensed movement. Turning my head slightly, I saw Maggie walking towards her room with a towel wrapped around her head wearing a long t-shirt that ended about mid-thigh. It was wet in places and clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I caught just a hint of a nipple, and a tantalizing glimpse of the small of her back curving to her butt. I whistled to myself and closed my eyes, trying to wish away a growing erection. I was congratulating myself on my success when the thought, 'I wonder if she was wearing panties', made me start all over again. 

Connie had invited some of her friends over. She had made a cake and a bunch of girl food for a regular tete-a-tete, or council of war, depending on your point of view. Being the only male there, I went with the latter. 

I've never figured out why women do it, and I've never seen a group of women not do it... talk about you while you're in the same room; yet act like you're not on the same planet.

The 'ladies', most of whom I've seen passed out drunk or flashing their tits at biker events, acted like Maggie was a long lost rich relative of some sort that had just been rescued from the wilds. 

I remembered Harley Race saying, 'discretion is the better part of valor'; thought that was sage advice, especially from a pro wrestler; conned Connie into bringing Maggie back to my place, and made a hasty exit.

I shot the breeze and ordered the new gears I had promised El, had a couple of beers and lunch at Pete's, and went home and split firewood.

Sitting on the back steps, drinking a beer and smoking some herb, feeling the contentment that only hard, sweating labor can give me. With the sun below the crest of the hill, my home is in near twilight; submerged beyond the cares of the world; quiet, peaceful, solitary joy...

Loud music and women's laughter invades, making me smile.

"Oooooh, Nickyyyy! We're home!' 

More laughter. A window opens letting out more music. The screen door slams. A bra sails over my head and lands in the yard.

Maggie sits down next to me, slurring her words, "Goddamn I'm glad I got that off. You spend too much time alone. Gimme a drink. Gimme a hit too. Come on, you're bogartin' it. Fuck if I don't feel good."

I complied with her wishes, and turned when I heard the door again to see Connie with a sheepish look on her face carrying three beers.

"If you had told me it was that kind of party, I would've stayed, Connie."

"It just kind of evolved, Connie said with a smile, it just kind of evolved."

"Whatcha been doin' while I was away, Nickyyy?"

"Splitting wood."

"Splitting wood? Hey Connie, I tried to get Nicky to split me with his wood, but he wouldn't do it, whaddya fuckin' think about that? You think he's gay or something?"

Connie spitting beer through her nose and choking is what she thought about it.

Shaking my head, I walked out in the yard and got her bra and hung it on the deck railing, told them I'd be back in a minute and went in the house. 

I got a pot of coffee going, closed the window and started a fire. I came back out with a cold bottle of peppermint schnapps and a couple more joints.

"No fucking way. I gotta go. Maggie, don't forget we're going shopping tomorrow. 11 o'clock, Ok?"

"Go? We just got here. Oh. Yeah, right, tomorrow."

"I'll make sure she's up. Thanks Connie, I owe you...big time."

"Uh, yeah. Well, see yas later. Have fun."

Maggie got to her feet, did a little dance move over to Connie and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I sat back on the steps again and Maggie followed. We sat sipping schnapps and smoking, neither one of us talking much.

"I'm not really drunk."

"Is that right."

"I'm catching a good buzz, but I was just acting. I see that acting drunk won't work either."

"You act good. I was convinced. You're right, it wouldn't have worked."

"What will?"

"Come on, let's go in. I'm getting cold."

I helped her up and put my arms around her. I looked into her eyes and acted like I was going to kiss her. When she tilted her head back, and closed her eyes, I went for it. 

Sweet lips. Sweet hungry lips. Sweet hungry lips and tongue. Sweet hungry lips and tongues; bodies tight together, hands and arms moving over each other in a frenzied, squeezing search from head to asses and points in between.

I broke from her with a gasping, "Come on," and we walked to the door with my arm around her shoulders and her arm around my waist.

I knew in my heart that I shouldn't have kissed her. I thought that maybe it would be a good way for both of us to know if sex was in the cards. What I mean is that, for me, if kissing Maggie felt like I was kissing my mother, I would have tried to back out of the situation even if Maggie acted like she wanted more. 

I hate mercy fucking. To me it's degrading. I don't want to be the one with, 'I'm doing you a huge fucking favor. I don't feel anything for you, but I guess I'll give you some dick, if I really have to', in his soul. I know right away if it's being done to me. I think other people know when it's being done to them. It's why I never frequented prostitutes. I'd rather masturbate; at least my fantasy has passion for me.

From Maggie's kiss I knew that if this was going to be mercy fucking, it would be one of us begging for mercy later. 

It was me. Maggie rode me hard and fast, putting me through my paces. She took us through every curve of her body and mine over and over again, pushing my limits, petting me, talking to me, screaming herself when I exceeded her expectations, urging me on and on. I consider myself lucky that she didn't put me away wet.




The Long Way Home



Maggie and I were drinking coffee by the fire when Connie showed up the next morning. She waited until Connie sat down and started to take a sip, telling her, "Nick isn't gay."

She only spilled a little bit.

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Maggie is back on her own now and doin' good. She got Jim's bike fixed and is riding proud. She met up with another biker and it looks like it's getting pretty serious; they're living together anyway. He's a good dude. He loves her, and she revels in it.

Me? I'm just damn glad I know Maggie and that she still treats me as a friend. 



The Long Way Home



After a couple of drinks the pump was primed and she wanted to stop off and have a couple more. They stopped at a little place close to home that always had a big crowd and great dance music. He found a place at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks while she headed straight to the dance floor. He loved to watch her move and to watch the crowd watch HER. Always a free spirit, he admired her self confidence and felt a pang of guilt that he couldn't keep up well enough to dance with her.

As usual it wasn't long before she had the attention of half of the guys in the place. They all wanted her. It was always the same, she'd start dancing, the guys would start watching and their girls would start to dance with her to get the attention of their guys.

He always got turned on when she was the object of the other guys attention. She was hot and sexy and looked great for a girl in her twenty's let along being forty. After a couple tunes, she returned to the bar and had a drink. This went on for an hour or two. Dance a few, back to the bar, have a drink, then a cig and back to the dance floor.

Eventually she began to tire of the routine and was ready to head for home. This was his favorite part of the evening. A moment of wonder. Wondering if she was getting as turned on as he was. After about 10 minutes in the car it was obvious she was. She was dancing in her seat but a lot sexier than on the dance floor. He reached down and opened his fly. Pulling his thick cock out of his pants he waited to see if she would notice. Yup, she noticed. Her hand playfully moved past the center console and gently engulfed his swollen cock. She stroked it slowly and continued to move her hips to the music. They were taking the back roads home. Both to avoid traffic and to make the ride take longer. After a few minutes she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her pants. 

"Give me a taste." He said.

"Ok." She replied with a smile. Her hand disappeared into her pants and returned a moment later with the sample he requested.

"Mmmm. I like that." He said with a wink. "Do you want a taste?"

"Mmmm, hmmm." She said. She bent over the center console and took his cock into her eager mouth. Her lips gently caressed the tip of his cock. She was careful not to do too much at once. Drawing out the suspense and anticipation, she flicked the head with her tongue and then proceeded to lick it like a lollipop. It wasn't long before her planned advances fell by the wayside as she became more and more turned on. She could feel her own heat building between her legs.

"That's all for now." She said as her head came up from his lap. She wanted to make him think that any way. She was so turned on that there was no way she was stopping there.

He smiled and said, "OK" knowing full well she just getting warmed up.

She reached for the radio and turned the volume up as Crazy Bitch began to play. He knew this would get her revved up. It always did. Songs about fucking seemed to have that effect on her when she had a few drinks. As Buck Cherry cranked through the song, she began to remove her clothes. The car turned into a rolling strip club without the pole, lights and Botox.

Crazy Bitch gave way to So Hott by Kid Rock. The momentum carried her right through the lull between songs and she continued her erotic strip tease in the passenger seat. He did a remarkable job of navigating and controlling the vehicle while in the seat next to him the woman he considered the sexiest on earth was shedding her clothes and caressing herself in the process. He had a raging hard-on and longed to be touched. He dropped a hand from the wheel to his lap and began to stroke his aching shaft. She turned slightly in her seat and reciprocated by spreading her legs and stroking the lips of her moist pussy as he stole glimpses while driving.

The car turned onto a side street in their neighborhood. It was well past midnight and there was no one else on the roads in their subdivision. She could no longer keep herself from his cock. 

Totally nude, she bent over the center console yet again and drew his cock into her mouth with one quick attack. Her ass in the air, legs spread wide and head buried in his lap gave him the opportunity to reach over and caress her bottom. Slowly as she sucked his cock his fingers found their way to her wet pussy lips. She began to move her hips as if to fuck his fingers. She wrapped a hand around his rock hard cock and milked the pre-cum onto her tongue.

"I want you to take me home and fuck me." She whispered as she stroked his cock. "Get us home NOW."

He took the next right and made a bee line to their house. As the garage door closed behind the car she opened the door and got out. Standing nude in the harsh white light of the garage he knew he couldn't wait until they got to the bed. She sensed that and stopped in front of the car.

"Fuck me here" She said as she placed one leg up on the front bumper and leaned across the freshly waxed hood. 

He came up behind her and stripped off his clothes. His fingers dipped inside her wetness and felt her shudder. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her lips and then slid slowly in. She was so turned on for so long it was as if her body opened wider than ever before just for him. 

Their bodies collided as he slid deep inside her. Her pussy seemed to suck him deeper. After mere moments she shuddered as the waves of orgasm slammed into her. He didn't last a moment longer himself. She felt his cock twitch as his load emptied inside her.



The Long Way Home Ch. 01



I get off of the plane and walk towards the luggage arrival area knowing you will be there to pick me up. I am excited to see you for the first time in months, things have not gone well for you as of late and am surprised but glad you were up to it.

Passing through the gate I see you instantly, a smile quickly appearing on my face. The late summer weather has not discouraged you from wearing short shorts and a nice black form fitting t shirt. 

"Hey there," I say as we embrace. 

You lean your head in and nuzzle it against my own, we begin to part as the hug has lingered more than most between friends. Our faces remain touching as we slowly part, our cheeks slide along one another's and we come to find ourselves still holding on looking into each others eyes. You quickly move in and kiss me, my eyes go wide as our lips softly press together. Our kiss gradually ends, we pull away, still holding onto each other. 

Stunned I manage to say "Can we do that again, I wasn't ready for it." Quickly I smile, chuckle and blush all at once hoping I haven't thrown you off. 

You smile back at me and softly say "Of course." 

You see me take a deep breath and steady myself. My hand runs up to the middle of your back while my other remains at your waist. I lock eyes with you and slowly lean in to experience something I've wanted so much for the second time that evening. Our trembling lips brush together for an instant then press into each others much more firmly. Our second kiss quickly turns into a series of quick passionate kisses where our lips never quite cease to touch.

Finally we break the kiss, both gazing intently into the others eyes breathing heavy and not sure what to make of the sudden passion but happy with it none the less. Fortunately no one was really paying attention to us as the luggage belts started moving and bringing out people's bags. I gather my big green bag making sure that you are never all that far away, glancing over my shoulder and smiling at you.

We make our way to the van you have borrowed to retrieve me from the airport after I grab my rather heavy green bag. You have the lead for much of the walk as only you know where you are parked and the view was also very tantalizing. You push a button on the keys you dug out of your purse and allow me to place my bag in the back and to notice that only the front two seats remain in the van. 

The van starts quietly and you guide it skilfully out of the airport and towards the setting sun. We discuss how things are to work for the next morning as not only are you driving me home but picking up groceries so I can have a stocked fridge for the month. Gradually we agree to make the long journey to my place and stay there for the night rather than make the shorter trip to yours and spend much more time on the road the next day. 

Through the time we spoke I noticed your hand drift and linger for a few moments on the gear shifter near the center of the dash which seemed odd to me as this was most certainly an automatic. Next time you do this I take my chance and put my hand over yours, you tense up, I see it in the fading light of this already special summers night. But you do not take your hand away as I expect, you leave it there for a few minutes before taking my hand and leading it to the central arm rest between the two seats. We sit silently both glowing in our embrace, I look at it and smile as I take in your hand in mine and the brownish red nail polish you have on as the last light of the day fades away. 

Enjoying the feeling of your hand on mine and the darkness I began to doze so I did not notice you pull off the highway, nor did I notice that we were now traveling down a secluded back road. What I did notice was the van stopping and being put into park, my eyes flew open and my head snapped up right expecting to see my apartment building. Instead of a building what I saw were darkened outlines of trees in front of us and to the left, the trees extended well behind the van so the road was no longer visible. 

You get out of the van and tell me to do the same you take the keys from the ignition and push a pair of buttons which starts the side doors automatically sliding open, tossing your keys onto the drivers seat you close the door and move into the back. Following your lead I move to the back as well kneeling on the floor, following suit I remove my shoes and toss them on the floor in the front seats. The doors close automatically cutting off the slow breeze that was blowing through the van leaving only the sound of us breathing as we kneel face to face. You place your hand behind my head and pull it into yours, our lips meet with twice the passion we had at the airport, tongues begin flicking over lips and seeking the others tongue. Shifting slightly you jerk away as something in the carpet pokes into your knee. 

"Oww, that will get annoying fast." You say.

"Hang on for a moment, I know how to fix this." I say as I crawl to the back of the van where my bag is, pull it open and begin spreading out a soft, huge blanket I had bought because of the design on it. "This should soften things up a bunch." 

"Ohh that it should." You say and grab me by the neck of my shirt and push me down flat on my back.

You lie next to me but also half on top of me and begin to kiss me once more. My arms wrap around you holding you close to me and also taking the time to rub over your back as we kiss. I quickly roll you the rest of the way onto me without our lips ever parting your knees become firmly planted on either side of my hips and your arms are hooked under my shoulders. You suddenly become very forward and claw at the buttons of my shirt, one by one undoing them with much haste. Pulling my shirt free, you slide your hands down my chest, tweaking my nipples and giggling as I moan in response. 

Sitting up you slowly rock your hips over mine and sensually start raising the bottom of your tank top. My hands starting from your bare knee move upwards, skipping over your shorts to feel the soft skin of your newly revealed stomach. Bunching up the material that you have pulled up so far you give it one final tug to pull it over your head and discard it, as you do your breasts drop free. I smile pleasantly surprised that a bra was not in your wardrobe tonight and cup your wonderfully firm breasts, my own thumbs brushing over your nipples in hopes to hear you moan, I am rewarded with a sweet sound escaping your lips. 

Grabbing me by the wrists you pin them above my head and lean in to kiss me once more, the kiss doesn't last long as you have other places to go, your lips find my neck, my shoulders and my chest. Pausing occasionally from your kissing frenzy you passionately kiss me on the lips pressing your chest into mine causing both of us to groan in pleasure. The motions of your hips draw my attentions away from your lips as I raise my hips off the floor of the van to meet your motions. 

"It feels like someone wants to play." You say as you sit up once more so you can reach in between your legs to rub over my very excited crotch.

Shimmying down my legs you begin to work at my belt buckle, button and zipper, parting them to reveal my fully erect cock which you lick from base to tip and kiss the head. Swinging yourself around you place your hips over my face, I inhale your feminine scent as your jean covered crotch hovers mere centimetres over my face. I feel you grip my shaft firmly and pump it slowly, as you begin to stroke me I lift my head up off the floor and begin to kiss and suck on your thighs. My kisses land from your knees to your inner most thighs that isn't covered by your shorts I even kiss and nuzzle the seam of your jeans hoping it will press into you making you wetter and more aroused. 

Your lips gently press up against my tip and part allowing my head to enter your mouth, I moan and drop my head back to the floor in pleasure, you swirl your tongue around it causing my whole body to tense up. To stop myself from just laying there and taking it I reach around your legs and slide my hands up your legs and under the material of your shorts, I smile more as I realize you are in a g string and I'm touching your bare ass. My thumbs spread out to find the thin strip of material that runs up the center of your body, gently they rub downwards towards the heat and wetness that I wish was exposed to the air. To aid in my fingers journey you take your hand from my shaft to pop the button and lower the zipper of your shorts. 

While your hand is off of my shaft you plunge your mouth down as far as you can taking much of my shaft in your mouth, to stifle the sound of my moan from that I bury my face into your crotch. Your hand returns to my shaft, keeping a significant amount of me in your mouth only to begin a pumping motion with both your head and hand. My thumbs take advantage of your loosened coverings and continue down the narrow band of material that divides the firm globes of your ass, as I work further down the material becomes moist, one thumb briefly passes over your asshole making you flinch and moan around my hard cock. 

I cannot believe how wet you are as I allow myself to venture under the small patch of material covering your pussy, I rub over your lips separating them gently and spreading the moistness around. One thumb gently passes over your clit as another finds your smoulderingly hot entrance, both pursue their newly found pleasure spots causing you to lose focus on the amazing blowjob you are giving me. 

Wanting more from me you let my cock fall out of your mouth slapping wetly against my stomach, putting both hands on the floor of the fan you lift yourself up and put your feet together much like one would do to begin push-ups. Acting quickly I pull your shorts down then I slowly peel the dark material of your g string down watching your bare pussy come into view in the soft moon light. 

You spread your legs again putting your knees on either side of my head once more, you lean back and shake the tiny pieces of clothing off of your ankles only to evade my lips as they sought after your wetness by turning yourself around. Reaching down you put your hands on the side of my face to gently lead me up to your pussy, my tongue lashes out sliding along your bare soaked lips. 

I enjoy your taste and lick deeper, exploring the entrance of your pussy and licking up and around your clit. Your hips begin to rock, grinding yourself on my face, you moan from the actions of my tongue and gasping when I pull your aroused clit in between my lips and flick my tongue over the very tip. 

Our eyes meet as I continue to service your wanton body, your smile makes my heart melt and try just a little bit harder to please you. Reaching back you squeeze my cock keeping me nice and hard and ready. I leak onto your hand you coo and begin to rub the fluids I was secreting onto the head of my cock making me moan and shudder under you in response. You feel my hands come up to grasp your ass, my thumbs massage your cheeks probing at you and trying to reach where my tongue is. They don't quite reach but the rubbing and squeezing of your ass allows you to moan just a little bit more. 

Leaving my erection alone you lick my natural lubricant off of your fingers and cup your breasts with your hands as I watch. Your fingers curl over your nipples making them aroused and hard, happily licking away I also longed for my mouth to be where your fingers were as well. 

To further my surprises for the evening you deny yourself the rapidly approaching orgasm my tongue is edging you towards by lifting yourself up and beginning to slide yourself down my body. I enjoy the feeling of your soft thighs and your wet lips slowly sliding along my chest and sides. 

Leaning over you feed me your nipples allowing me to suckle on each for only a few moments. Rapidly switching between which nipple you give me you continue to slide downwards until finally my head touches your lips. You moan and my hips rock upwards pressing me against your lips. Sitting back on me you rub yourself over my hard shaft, soaking it with your exquisite lubricant, your clit rubs along my rock hard shaft. 

Reaching up my hands surround your breasts, your hands cover mine and squeeze them as you grind your clit on me. Moaning more and louder you reach down the front of your body and grip my shaft with both hands, your arms pressing your tits together making them feel more firm in my hands. 

You lift your hips up further, pointing my cock straight up and begin to settle down onto it. As I sink into you we both gasp with the powerful feelings that came over us with me entering your body. I lower my hands to your hips as you reach the limit of how far down you can push yourself. 

Watching lustfully you take your hands and run them up your body, over your stomach, caressing your breasts and finally pressing them up against the ceiling of the van for balance. You throw your head back and use your legs to lift and plunge yourself back down on me. 

Your hands being over your head as they are lifts your tits making them look even perkier than they already are, giving in to temptation I lean forward and run my tongue over your breast from the bottom right side up to your nipple. 

You ride harder, I almost fall free from your warm body before you sit back down pressing your clit against my body, grinding it against me before you rise up again. You start rotating your hips in small circular motions before you rise up again to let us feel our union in every way possible as well as to rub your clit around as much as possible.

Bouncing heavily on me your hands slip from the roof and your body falls towards me. Catching yourself you settle down on me, resting your head on my shoulder, your arms move to my sides, your knees spread just a bit more to let your body settle on me that much more.

We lay like that for several wonderfully long minutes as you enjoy the feeling of my body underneath you and my hands caressing your back. Taking initiative I plant the heels of my feet onto the blanket covered floor of the van and push my hips upwards, pushing deeper into you and making you moan into my chest. 

Wrapping my arms around you, I hold you close and begin to pound into you from below as fast as I can. You cry out and begin kissing and nibbling at my shoulder working your way up towards my neck. Your kisses cause me to lose focus and thrust erratically. Reaching down I squeeze your rounded sexy ass as I begin longer, powerful strokes into you. Sliding your hands under me you grip my shoulders and cry out with every stroke in.

Feeling my orgasm approach you take charge again, pushing my legs flat against the floor. You place your hands on my chest and raise yourself up placing you feet under you, stabilizing yourself on the roof once more, you spread your knees giving me a nice open view as you begin piston yourself over top of me. The sparse light allows me to see my glistening shaft as it nearly comes free of your body. Your powerful legs continue to propel your body up and down my shaft. I feel my orgasm swiftly approaching, you moan knowingly as my shaft thickens up that much more inside your tight lovely hole. 

Your pace becomes hurried as you desire nothing more than to push me over the edge in this moment. I shudder and moan one final time before I begin to fill your body with myself, I sit up and bury my face into your chest kissing it and muffling my cries of pleasure in your bosom. As I begin to unload what feels like my entire being inside of you, you slip your legs from beneath you and wrap them around me, your arms come free from the roof and hold me close. You feel my warmth flooding you, filling you and you sigh with relief. I feel you pull away and I quickly bury myself into your chest once more as you turn on the overhead light. Looking up at you I open my mouth to speak but your lips find mine first giving me a long and slow kiss. 

Speaking first after you break the kiss you tell me "I hope you can be ready for more when we get back to your place, because I'm not done with you yet."

Smiling you rise up off of me, my soaking wet and ever so slightly softened cock slaps against my thigh. Finding your g string you slowly almost teasingly pull it back up over your legs and tantalizingly slowly over your ass, leaning forward I give a cheek a kiss, slowly dragging my teeth lightly over its surface. Giggling you shoo me away with your tank top that you just picked up before pulling it over your neck. Tossing my boxers at me you dare me to ride home in just those, I accept your dare and create my own, for you to do the same with what you currently have on, allowing only for you to put your sandals back on for your own comfort. 

Once comfortably situated in the front seats you start the engine, I place my hand on your thigh and I begin to rest, closing my eyes and wondering what exactly is in store for me once we reach my bed.



The Long Way Home Ch. 02



Patting the top of my hand that remained on your thigh for the rest of the trip home, I am roused from my restful state to the familiar sight of my apartment. By the looks of things, the vacant parking lot and the open blinds in every window tells me no one else has moved in for the coming school year yet and we have the building to ourselves. 

Being bold you fish my keys out of my jeans, open the door of the van and head towards the door. I bail out of the van as well and head towards the rear door where my bags are.

"Leave them, they will still be there in the morning." you say and remote lock the van before continuing to saunter towards the door of my building. Mesmerized by the motions of your ass I follow it, in through the door, not taking my eyes off of your gorgeous cheeks as you unlock the second door leading into my place.

Scooting in you kick your sandals off, flick a light on, turn around, lean against a wall and beckon me over with your finger. I come more than willingly, closing the door behind me and kicking my shoes off. We pull each other into a mutual hug that quickly turns into a kiss that lingers and rises in ferocity. When the kiss finally ends we are both panting heavily, you grab onto my shoulders and push me downwards. 

Willingly I drop to my knees, once there I look up, smiling back at me you lift your leg, placing your foot on my shoulder. Bracing yourself against the wall and myself you use a free hand to press my face into your thigh, understanding what you want I begin to kiss and lick your thighs noticing how soaking wet your panties are. Pulling them aside with a pair of fingers I lean in and lick your smooth lips, tasting the aftermath of our encounter in the van. You arch your back off of the wall, tilting your head up so you are looking right at the ceiling and let out a moan deep from within, making it clear to me you are still very sensitive from our earlier encounter. 

I begin to lick and play more aggressively, seeking out your pleasure spots and trying to overwhelm them before rapidly moving to the next. Concentrating on your clit I move my two fingers that are holding your skimpy, soaked panties to the side into your body. Finding your g-spot I rub it slowly timing my movements with that of my tongue. You shake and moan and grasp at the coat hooks mounted on the wall for support through this small orgasm you are experiencing. Having had enough you place your leg back to the floor pushing my face out from between your delectable thighs.

Nearly tearing off your tank top, you toss it to the floor and head straight for my bedroom. Picking myself up off of the floor I follow you swiftly hearing the lamp turn on as I come in through the door. I gasp at the sight of you, on your hands and knees, your beautiful ass separated only by a thin strip of material, you roll your hips making your ass move seductively.

Looking back at me, the lamplight shining through your light hair you say "What are you waiting for, come and get me." Ending your words with another tempting gyration of your hips. 

Falling prey to my lust I shed my boxers to reveal the long and firm erection that began reviving itself as soon as we left the van. Walking on my knees I take up a position behind you, my shaft pressing against your damp crotch, thighs touching yours, I lean over so my chest touches your back and I begin to kiss. My lips touch over your shoulders, your neck and down your back, all the while our hips move against each other. Once my lips have reached the middle of your back I sit on my legs so that I may pull down your panties, you sigh as my lips leave your body but stop as you feel my hands grip the strings holding the damp material covering your crotch on you. 

Slowly I roll the g string down over your hips and it reaches your parted thighs let it drop to your knees. Positioning myself behind you I rub my head over your lips, getting it wet before positioning it over your dripping wet hole. We mutually push together sinking me deep into you, so wet, so hot, so wanting. One arm ceases to support you as you place it between your legs for the one purpose of bringing yourself to that peak you brought me to earlier in the evening. 

Grabbing your hips I begin to slam myself in and out of you, as your fingers fly over your clit you push yourself back against me, increasing the force at which our bodies collide. Your ass bounces sexily as it collides with my stomach, reaching back with a hand I give the opposite sides cheek a firm squeeze than run my fingers in little squiggly lines all the way back to your hips. A moan escapes your lips as I repeat the process for the other cheek, knowing what I am doing felt good but what your finger is doing felt so much better. Your finger works at a frantic pace over your clit, with how wet you are it is clearly audible over our sighs of pleasure and moans. 

Laughing you blame my filling you up earlier for how wet you still are, to which I reply, "That may be true, but it feels so good for me."

Having been aroused for so long your peak hits fast and very hard, you stop pushing back towards me, you bury your face into a nearby pillow and scream, your body jolts like electricity is passing through it. You gush, our thighs become soaked but I continue ramming myself into you, doing all I can to prolong your pleasure even replacing my hand with yours in between your legs when your fingers movements become to sporadic to be of any great effect. 

After what seemed like minutes of muffled screams, moans and your body's thrashing you jerk my hand away, pull your face from the pillow and say, "Stop, too much, too sensitive."

Halting my movements immediately I remain deep within your body, leaning down I kiss your shoulders and the back of your neck. Applying some pressure to your left arm I fold it in and slowly tip our bodies down onto our sides. Still breathing heavily, you moan softly as we spoon, shuffling yourself gently until you are comfortably close in my arms. You lay your head on my bicep, and my other arm snakes its way over your stomach, in between your breasts to rest my hand on the upper part of your arm that is in full contact with the bed.

Nearly asleep I begin to feel you pushing back against me, still solid and inside you, your slowly rocking hips let me know you are ready for more. Pushing my hips to meet yours you groan happily that I have not fallen asleep on you.

I snake my hand down from your arm, over your breast passing my palm over your nipple and letting it slide in between two fingers. You feel my fingers pass lower, tracing lines over your stomach making you twitch and giggle. We rock our hips back and forth in rhythm with each other, my hand finally reaches its destination between your thighs, and you part them slightly allowing my hand greater access to your body. You feel my fingers rub around the union of our bodies, making them slick with our sex. Beginning to rub your clit you moan into my arm that is still cradling your head. 

Our hips move against each other faster, your lovely ass pressed against me feels so nice. I twist my arm around to massage your breasts, you arch your back pressing your firm tits into my hand. My fingers move over your clit faster, wanting to hear you moan in orgasm again soon.

You tense up, having came so recently it took little time to bring you to another smaller peak. You thrash around pushing your ass against me trying to get me as deep as I possibly can go. You stay silent then gasp and breath heavily as it ends, nestling into me.

Wanting more I pull my arm from underneath of you, finally I remove the panties that had made their way down to your ankles and toss them to the floor. Leaving you on your side I straddle your leg, allowing you to wrap the other around my hip. I spread my legs as far as I can and push forwards, sinking deeper into you than I could have while we spooned. You moan and shuffle your hips from side to side as you enjoy the depth I now reach. 

Beginning to thrust I enjoy the smoothness of your lips as I slide between them, admiring your soft thighs as my thighs and sack move over it. You draw your leg up to your chest allowing me to plough further into you. I thrust as fast as my widespread legs allow me, placing a hand on your hip to stabilize myself. Your hand grips my forearm, squeezing it tightly as I reach the maximum depth I can, you convulse and gasp with the ferocity of my thrusting.

Releasing your leg you quickly move it back to my waist, using your powerful muscles you squeeze and pull me in. Trapped immensely deep within you, we both stop moving and gaze at one another, breathing heavily and plotting our next movements. Making the first move you use your leg to push me off of you and back onto the bed, we both sigh as I exit your body for the first time in what feels like hours. 

Recovering quickly I kneel on the bed, my hard shaft pointing at you. You also kneel on the bed moving towards me. Guiding my head with both hands you place a nipple at my lips which I willingly envelop and suck on. Once there you remove your hands from my head and begin positioning my body, placing me in the center of the bed sitting down with my legs crossed. 

Standing up on the bed, you place one foot by my hip while leaving the other in front of my crossed legs. Acting quickly I lean forward and lap at your thighs, tasting the passion dripping from you. I make it to your lips before you move my head away and continue with what you had planned, lowering yourself down you end up sitting in my lap with both legs wrapped around me. You reach back and guide me into your soaked hole as we both gyrate our hips to achieve our bodies union once more. 

Taking hold of your fantastic ass with both hands I grip and pull your pelvis closer to me, allowing you to settle further down onto me. You lean in and kiss me softly as we experience the slow soft movements this position allows. You trace your nails over my back as we embrace, our movements and kiss gradually getting more intense as we grow comfortable in this position.

You began to bounce on my lap making our kisses nearly impossible, my lips instead travel to your heaving chest, I nip and nibble at your collar bone, the tops of your breasts and neck. Your nails now dig into my back, you moan and squeeze me tighter with your legs. I lift my hips as much as my folded legs allow to try and maximize our pleasures. 

Tossing your head back you moan loudly, taking the opening I lunge forward and kiss your neck, with you leaning back and me leaning forward we tip and fall. You gasp as you land on your back, your head sinking into a pillow. My legs uncross and stretch out over the bed while yours remain locked firmly around my waist.

Kissing me, then looking deep into my eyes you ask, "Please cum in me again, I love the feeling of you filling me up."

Supporting my weight on my hands, and some on my knees, I begin taking long strokes, almost pulling completely free before diving back into you. I divide my attention between your eyes and your chest, heaving with the deep breath of our exertions and the force of my thrusts. I lean in planting my face in your cleavage, kissing and sucking on your sensitive breasts, you moan and claw at my back, urging me to bring our act to a climax. 

I tear myself away from your chest to face you once more, you run your hands from my back over my sides and up my chest. You stop at my nipples running your finger tips over both of them simultaneously. Instantly I feel it building up faster, my need for release grows ever stronger as you play with them more. Taking your hand away from one nipple you lean forward and lick it, rolling your tongue around it in circles and I can take no more. I lunge forward, my legs collapsing beneath me, my hands reach for your hips, gripping them and holding you to me, I burry my face in your neck to muffle the moans I make. You feel me flooding into you as my body shakes and spasms over yours, relishing in the feeling of it, your body relaxes completely and you go as limp as humanly possible.

Trying to roll away you stop me and make a request, "Don't go, stay in me," you plead.

Honouring your request I shuffle my weight to the side, put my left leg on the outside of yours, wrap my arms around you and roll us. I stay in you as you wanted and my head is resting on a pillow as I wanted, you fall asleep to the sounds of my heart slowing and my breathing calming, using my chest as your pillow. As late as it was, I stayed awake until I was finally soft and deflated enough to slip free from your body. Then I slipped into a deep sleep myself.