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Rusty's Sacrifice

By: julybear7



Some of the more reasoned comments on this story convinced me that including any reference threatening a child was a mistake. I apologize to all of you whose sensibilities were offended. I have amended the story, removing any threats to a child.

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It was a beautiful, early June day. Nick Thomas stood at the top of the hill, looking down over his property. It had taken him five years, a court battle and some lobbying in the State legislature to get it, but it was now his—640 acres of land nobody in their right mind would want. It was primarily scrub woods, which sheltered a couple of small herds of deer; a 100 acres of sloping flat land which was the only arable land on the hill; a dried up swamp area; and a couple of large ponds.

Along side the larger of the ponds, he had cleared some of the woods and built himself a small, single story house. It was nestled back in the woods, and overlooked the pond, and the valley beyond. The pond was fed by a stream from the artesian well which bubbled up not far from where he stood. The stream continued on, out the other side of the pond, down the hill to join a river which divided the small city on the floor of the valley.

Before he had acquired the property, it had been public land, and the pond had been a popular picnic and make out spot for the teenagers and young adults in the town. Cutting off access to the pond had not made him popular with young folks, but the adults had taken the news with a combined sigh of relief and regret.

There were two roads which offered access to his property. The main one, off the two-lane, he had been able to gate with a remotely controlled electric lock. You called him from the gatehouse, identified yourself and your business, and, if Nick wanted to see you, the gate opened. One branch of that road now led directly to his garage.

The other road, off a little traveled, one lane, macadam-topped back road, was more problematic. Initially, he had put up a single, wooden gate with a no trespassing sign. Some teenagers, out partying, had tried to drive through it, and nearly totaled their car. It had been replaced with a gate made of two-inch steel pipe, and a sign warning trespassers of bodily harm.

A few hundred yards further up the road, a similar gate was installed, with a stronger warning. A bunch of graduating seniors bent on skinny-dipping convinced him that wasn't enough. He put up a third, stronger gate with the warning: Passing through this gate without the written permission of the owner of the enclosed property signifies, certifies and attests to your agreement to have sexual congress with said owner, in any manner or style of his choosing.

He had also placed a quarter page ad in the local paper, displaying an easily readable photograph of the warning. An article run alongside of the ad quoted a local judge as saying the warning was legal and binding, advising the community that unless they were willing to have sex with Nick Thomas, stay off his property, unless invited.

As he gazed out over the valley, he heard a sound he didn't like. Someone was coming up the back road. The only place it went was to the large pond. "Shit!" he said out loud. He gathered up his lunch makings and shotgun and set out at an easy lope, hoping to get to the car before it got to the pond. A recently exposed root with an affinity for toes, however, spoiled that plan.

While there had been no physical damage caused by his fall, it had added to Nick's already bad mood. By the time he got to the pond, the inhabitants of the car had already begun their picnic.

Harry and Rusty Quinn had been high school sweethearts. With each other, and with others, both had been frequent visitors to the Pond before they had moved away after graduating from high school six and seven years ago. They had not been around to see and hear about the problems concerned with the privatization of the state land.

Harry's firm had offered him the opportunity to open and manage a mid-line department store in the valley, giving them a reason to return to their roots. The couple had spent most of the last week moving into their new home and had decided to take some time for rest and recreation.

Recalling the good times they had had together at the pond, they decided on a picnic and swim. Knowing they could get closer that way, they decided to take the back road to the pond .

Harry laughed when he saw the 'No Trespassing' warnings about dire physical harm, making light of Rusty's concerns when he told her of them. He thought the warning on the final gate hilarious and was laughing when he got back in the car after Rusty drove through.

"Harry, are you sure this is okay? Even though it's a school day, I remember it was always crowded during the summer."

"Rusty, come on! He's threatening rape; there's no way he could get away with that. It's just some blowhard. The pond is public land after all."

"But..."

"Just relax and enjoy yourself. If there's no one around..." he said, reaching over and sliding his hand between her thighs. "Remember how great that time was when we were up here alone?"

Rusty felt herself dampen and begin to open as the memory flashed back. "And maybe some skinny-dipping afterward," he suggested. She honored him with a sultry smile and reached over to slide her hands up and down the front of his pants.

"Grrrnnnhhh," he growled. "Careful or we won't even get to the pond." She laughed, delighted that after three years of marriage, it was still almost like their honeymoon.

From the final gate, due to the nature of the road, it took nearly fifteen minutes to get to the end of the road, at the pond. Road was a generous term. It was little more than a vehicle worn path once you were past the first gate, and lack of use the past couple of years had let grass and weeds grow up and disguise it. "Finally!" huffed Harry when they got to the end.

"Just grab the blanket," said Rusty, her voice husky with desire. "Leave the cooler for now." Harry recognized the voice and grinned, grabbing the blanket. Rusty was quickly out of the car and following him.

Harry had the blanket spread in a flash. He dropped to the blanket on his knees to straighten out the end where a breeze had ruffled it. When he turned around, Rusty was topless and removing her shorts.

"Oh, babe! What ya got on your mind?"

"It's not my fuckin' mind you should be worried about, buster. Get your clothes off. My pussy is so friggin hot that blanket's gonna catch on fire."

Harry laughed and grabbed her, pulling her down in his embrace and rolling over so she was mostly under him. His mouth found her nipple and began to suck and nibble on it, eliciting groans of need from the twenty- three year old. Her hands were busy at his elastic waist band, pulling it down over his hips and burgeoning hard on.

Within minutes after arriving, the attractive young couple was naked, in the classic 69 position, driving their passion to greater heights.

"Howdy, folks. Hope I'm interrupting something important."

The two lovers separated in a flash, shocked and embarrassed to be caught. Rusty was so disoriented, she forgot, for several seconds, to cover herself with her hands, giving Nick the opportunity to admire her body.

He saw a slim young woman, of average height, dark red shoulder length hair, pale, creamy skin, BB-sized breasts, capped by nipples almost the color of her hair, surrounded by areolas only slightly paler. Her hazel eyes were wide with fright, staring at his shotgun.

She saw a tall, muscular man, with a short full beard, dressed in khaki work clothes, carrying a backpack along with his double barrel.

"Wh...wh...who are you?" Harry finally got out, drawing Nick's attention from the woman.

"I own this land. Guess you didn't see the No Trespassin' signs, huh?"

Without thinking what she was saying, Rusty answered, "He saw them, but didn't believe 'em."

"That so?" Nick asked, looking at Harry, and smiling, giving his ruggedly handsome face a friendly look.

Sitting there on the blanket, naked, his flaccid cock draped over his balls, Harry actually managed to look more humble and pathetic than embarrassed. He nodded, "Yeah, I'm afraid so."

Nick looked around. "Your cooler still in the car?" Harry nodded. "Your keys?"

Harry cocked his head, wondering at the question. "In my shorts pocket."

Nick found the shorts and pulled out the keys.

"You two, just relax, don't move." He gathered up the rest of their clothes and carried them to the car. Opening the lift gate in the back of the small wagon, he pulled out the cooler and threw the couple's clothes in the car, then closed it up and locked it, depositing the keys in his pocket.

"What are you doing!?" screamed Rusty. Nick looked at her and grinned. He set the cooler down and opened it. Inside were sandwiches, a small cake and a six pack of beer. He pulled out a bottle and offered it to Rusty, who shook her head no. Without offering it to Harry, he used the opener on the side of the cooler and popped the top. After a long swig, he again offered it to Rusty. Again, she shook her head.

Nick looked at her. She was sitting with her thighs crossed, hiding her untrimmed auburn thatch, arms covering her bosom. He shook his head and looked at Harry. "Didn't believe them? Why not?"

"You threatened bodily harm and rape. There's no way you'd get away with that. The most you can do is to force us to leave, which we'll do, now that we're totally embarrassed."

"Let me see," he said, after draining the beer. "You can't be new here, or you wouldn't have known about this place, so you must have been out of town for a while. Right?" The couple both nodded. "Damn, that's just too bad. For you. See, about two years ago, when I put up the last gate, what you call the rape warning, I ran that same warning in the paper, along with a statement by a local judge that it was a fair and legal statement of intention."

"What's that mean?" asked Harry, a sick feeling beginning to develop in his gut.

Nick reached out his hand to Harry. "Here, let me help you up and I'll show you."

Harry took the proffered hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. Nick led him to a small tree, about eight inches in diameter, and had him lean his back against it. "A legal statement of intention," he said, grabbing Harry's hands and pulling them backward, "means that if you commit an act under the circumstances specified in the intention, you agree to the stated consequences." As Nick finished, Harry felt ropes close on his wrists.

"Hey! What...?" he cried.

"Just making sure you don't run away until I'm done with the lady, whom I assume is your wife."

"Ohmigod! Rusty, run! Get out of here!"

Nick picked up his shotgun. "Stay put, Rusty." He cocked his head to the side, looking at her. "Rusty, huh. I like that. It fits. What's hubby's name?" he asked, returning to the blanket.

"Harry. What are you going to do?"

"Did you read the sign?"

She shook her head. "No. Harry just said it threatened rape, and it couldn't be real."

"Not rape, and it is real. It said that by entering my property, uninvited, you agree to have sex with me, in any manner or style I desire."

"You have to be kidding!"

"That's what the first couple said. Husband and wife. Police chief asked if they had seen the ad and the sign. When they admitted it, and that they had come up specifically to challenge them, he just clucked his tongue and said he hoped they had a good time. The second couple was a pair of guys who thought they might get away with it because of the same sex thing. Haven't seen them around town for a while, now.

"Last year, a group of graduating senior girls came up, figuring five or six would be too many to take on. Three of them didn't make it to college because they got pregnant. I rejected their request for child support based on their participation in an illegal act attempting to extort me."

Nick had been taking off his clothes as he talked. Rusty's eyes had been locked on his body since he had removed his shirt. In spite of the interruption, she was still slightly aroused by her activity with Harry earlier.

Nick was about six-one or six-two, a lean 200 pounds. While his body was that of a twenty-something, his face put him in his late thirties; the expression in his eyes made him look ancient except when he smiled. She looked at his body again and felt the familiar stir which signaled her arousal was increasing. She bit her lip to quell the feeling.

"We didn't know that the land had been bought. We thought it was still..."

When he dropped his pants, her breath caught in her throat. He wore jockeys, and they were molded around a lump as big as her husband's cock when he was erect. In high school and in college, she had messed around with a few guys, so knew cocks came in various sizes, and that Harry was on the small side of average with his five inch dick. That was okay, because he was fairly thick. What she was looking at, however, almost made her mouth water.

Nick was facing her, amused by the hunger he saw in her face. "Come here," he ordered her, ignoring her statement. She looked up at him, and slowly unfolded her legs to rise, exposing her thatch . Reluctantly she crossed the blanket to stand in front of him, so Harry could see the space between them.

Nick reached out and took her hands, and pushed them into his waistband over his hips. "Take them down," he told her. She shook her head and tried to withdraw her hands. He held her hands in place and looked to where Harry was tied to the tree. "Would you rather it was him?" His voice was low and soft, almost conversational.

Rusty cringed inside. With his slight build and youthful appearance, Harry had been the frequent target of bullying all through school. Even in college, the jock jerks, as she called them, would often harass him. She was afraid of how he would react if Nick's implied threat were carried out.

"You wouldn't..." she said, almost whispering. Nick just shrugged.

"You promise to leave him alone, and I'll do whatever you want; no resistance, no struggle. Just leave him alone." There was a pleading tone in her voice, tears beginning in her eyes. Harry saw them talking, but their voices were so low he couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could see Rusty was upset.

Nick looked down at the cute redhead. "Whatever?" She nodded, her eyes open and steady. He lifted her chin and lowered his face to kiss her. Rusty thought about her husband watching, and flinched, closing her eyes as their lips met. His forced hers open for his tongue. She shivered when his hand closed over her breast, surprised, frightened, and more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Does he have to watch?" she whispered when the kiss broke. Nick nodded, without saying a word. Rusty dropped her head, looking at the ground. When she raised her face, her eyes were full of tears. "Please, no, not here," she begged.

Harry watched the big man lean down and kiss his wife, and saw her apparently return it. The sight of the bastard's hand closing over her breast was almost too much for him and he tried, vainly, to break his bonds. In his struggles, he didn't see her glance down, only the glint in her eyes, when she said. "Please;" a glint like he often saw when she was horny; when she'd do almost anything he asked.

When the big man pushed down on her hands, Rusty dropped to her knees, expecting to have to perform oral sex on the small giant in front of her. She was five foot seven, and Harry was barely a couple of inches taller, and didn't outweigh her by more than fifteen pounds. To her, Nick seemed like a giant, and from what she had seen, he had a giant sized prick. Biting her lips in anticipation, she pulled his briefs down.

Nick was still mostly flaccid. He watched the young woman on her knees as she pulled his shorts down and heard the small gasp when she saw his cock. In its current semi-flaccid state, it was six inches long, and nearly an inch and a half across the shaft. He saw her lips open slightly and the tip of her tongue quickly snake back and forth over them. She started to rock forward.

"I thought you didn't want to do that out here, in front of your husband. You change your mind?"

She glanced sideways at her husband, feeling guilty at her desire to taste the big man. She shook her head. "Where?" she asked, so softly he almost didn't hear her.

Seeing her head shake was enough, however. He squatted and pulled her over his shoulder. Standing up, he began walking toward the woods. "Noooo!" Harry screamed and pulled against his ropes. "No, you mother fucker! Bring her back here, cocksucker! You cunt licking bastard, come back and fight me!"

Rusty felt Nick laughing. Then he turned around and walked back to Harry. "I may be everything you said I am, but I'm not in the habit of fighting with children, especially small children. I expect to be busy with Rusty for a couple of hours, at which time, I will bring her back and give you the opportunity to believe that any child which might be conceived today is yours. I would strongly advise you to rest so you're up to the task."

As Harry listened to Nick, he could see Rusty's gash alongside Nick's face. He could see her juices running down her lips and dripping on to the big man's hand holding her legs in place. Inside, he moaned.

"Unless you want to watch me pleasure your wife," Nick said, grinning.

At that, Harry glanced down to the man's groin, and gasped. He was looking at nine inches of cock, with a head roughly the size and shape of a large kiwi fruit. With a feeling of defeat and despair, he shook his head. As the man walked away, carrying his wife to who-knew-what, he sank back against the tree holding him captive and slid down to watch them walk away and wait for their return.

It looked like they were walking directly into the woods when they apparently disappeared. Harry was shocked when he saw the lights in Nick's house come on, giving the building shape and definition. As he looked at the building, he realized he could see inside the door, where the bastard was letting Rusty slide back down his body to stand on the floor.

Inside the house, Nick had turned so Rusty's back was to the door. He bent forward slightly, to let her slide off his shoulder as he grabbed her by the ass to set her down. Her pussy rubbed against his chest and abs as she slid down his body, running into his erection on the way. Nick swung her body away from him so his rod would be trapped between their bodies and her pussy would squeeze it against him.

Rusty tried to suppress the moan she felt forming in her throat. She recognized she was still horny from messing around with Harry, but there was also some arousal from the situation. Like most women, she had fantasized about being raped, but this was different. Her husband was in danger, she believed, unless she cooperated.

Still, she felt guilty responding to this stranger. It was rape by extortion, even though she had consented to keep her husband safe. Right now, though, she had the biggest cock she had ever seen rubbing against her clit, and she was imagining how it would feel inside her, stretching her, stuffing her.

She looked up into the big man's eyes. She saw amusement, and desire there. "What's your name? If we're going to fuck, I should at least know your name."

"Nick, Nick Thomas. Is Rusty your given name?"

She shook her head. "No, my mother agreed to call me Rusty when my da called me that the first time he saw me, but my given name is Mary Elizabeth."

"Very well, Mary Elizabeth, what's your pleasure? Knowing we are going to be busy screwing for a while, how do you want to start?"

She looked down toward the floor and, for the first time, saw his large member pointing at her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked back to his face. "Uhh, Nick...umm, could we just talk, and maybe, uh, just neck or make out for a while? Maybe, uh, you could, uh, tell me about you buying this place, or something."


Rusty's Sacrifice



"Nervous?" he asked, the amusement clear in his voice. She nodded, hesitantly. "I understand. You and Harry obviously had sex in mind when you got here, if not before you started up the hill, and then I came along, and interrupted you in a very passionate moment. Now you're being forced into having sex with a total stranger."

He led her into his well lit living room. Although she saw the large picture window, given the bright lighting inside, and shade outside, she didn't realize Harry could observe everything she was doing. Nick went to a cabinet in the corner.

"Would you like something to drink. I have port or sherry, or can make you a cocktail if that's what you want."

"Uhh, oh, a vodka martini?"

"No problem," he answered and began to gather the mixings. In a few seconds he was handing her a glass full of ice and cocktail. She took a sip and let it slowly slide down the back of her throat, savoring the flavor and the alcohol burn.

He steered her to the couch facing the window, and pulled her down onto his lap. As she shimmied around to make herself comfortable, she noted that his cock had softened a bit. His hand began to slowly caress her back, his palm lightly making circles which reached from her shoulders to her buttocks. It was an intimate contact, comforting in a way, neither intrusive nor forceful.

"You asked about my buying this place. Although I got title five years ago, it really started almost ten years ago. I was working on my PhD in metallurgy at a school not very far from here. During my course of study I developed a process to improve the efficiency of extracting metals from their ore, making it economically feasible to process ores which would have been discarded even five years earlier.

"While I was carrying out my research, I met and fell in love with a woman, another grad student, whom I thought loved me. The day I passed my orals, I saw her coming out of a motel with her department chairman. When I confronted her, her response was to simply shrug as if to say 'So, you caught me. So what?' She tried to make the divorce messy by claiming my patent for the process was community property. The judge agreed with me that it was intellectual property, a result of only my endeavors, and it was excluded.

"I licensed the process to several mining and processing companies, enough so I didn't have to work on anything I didn't want to, and looked for a place to retire. I used to come up here to hunt with my Dad and always thought it would be a great place to live." His hands were concentrating their efforts on her lower back and buttocks. Rusty felt herself relaxing and leaned against Nick's chest. His hands and the drink were having the result he wanted, she realized.

He brought his other hand into play, lightly stroking her leg, running his hand up the top and down the outside of her thigh. His story continued. "I investigated the process to buy the land and found out it met the criteria for homesteading, if I could get the state to designate it as homestead land. It took some lobbying, and, not really a trial, but a lengthy court proceeding. As soon as it was posted as eligible, I staked my claim on the maximum amount of land, making sure I included the rights of way.

"The first two things I did were to build this house and close the roads to traffic, both of which counted as legal improvements. I farm enough for my own needs and keep the ponds stocked with fish for some guys who pay me for the privilege of fishing the small pond. Except for building the house, the land itself hasn't cost me anything. The process of obtaining it, though, set me back a bit, but it's been worth it."

Rusty snuggled closer in to his chest, laying her head on his shoulder so her lips were right next to his chin. Outside, from his tree, Harry was able to observe all that had been happening, from the light stroking of Rusty's back to the stroking of her legs, and now the cuddle. He saw them talking, but had no clue as to what they were saying. Nor could he see her nipples responding to Nick's caresses.

"I'm sorry about your wife; that must have hurt. Was she just after the money?"

"That's my guess. Later, I found out she slept with her all her committee members while working on her Master's degree." He bent down to kiss the top of her head. "I've pretty much stayed away from women since then."

"What about the couple you told us about, and the high school girls?"

"Scare talk. For your husband. They never happened," he confessed with a grin.

Rusty's eyes grew wide. "How long since..."

Nick grinned. "I said pretty much, not totally. Don't worry. I'll last long enough to show you a good time."

Rusty looked up at him, blushing. "That's not ...well, that's not all I was worried about." she said with a shy smile. Nick returned her smile and bent down to kiss her as his hand glided over her stomach to enclose her breast. She moaned softly as his hand closed on her nipple, and she reached up to pull his head closer. "Oh, god," she thought, "this is so wrong."

Outside, Harry sat slumped against the tree. He knew Rusty, knew how much she liked to be touched and caressed. There were times when she wasn't interested in sex, but he knew if he could get his hands and mouth on her boobs, he could get her worked up and ready for certain. If she was already in the mood, he could sometimes make her come just by sucking on her nipples. When he saw Nick's hand close on her tit, he groaned, "Oh Noooo, babe, noooooo."

He watched as Nick's lips slid along Rusty's chin line, and down along that sensitive cord to her shoulder. He thought he could almost smell Rusty's cunt getting wet. He felt a tingle in his balls and saw his cock begin to harden. "Oh, shit no," he thought. "If Rusty sees that..."

But at that point, the only cock Rusty was interested in was beginning to make itself known under her ass and thighs. Nick's lips were sliding down from her shoulder to her breast, making little nibble bites, pulling at her skin with a lovely, comfortable tickling sensation which seemed to be directly connected to her clit.

His lips moved onto the surface of her breast with the same nibbling action, causing her vagina to surge open, eliciting a low moan. He covered the top of her large-orange sized breast so she was moaning constantly, until his tongue slid over her very erect nipple. Even Harry heard the loud groan which resulted from that maneuver.

Nick recognized Rusty was more than ready. His hand explored the area between her thighs, his fingers sliding easily into her. When Harry saw her open her legs, it was more than he could take, and his prick erupted with his first orgasm in a week.

When he was able to open his eyes and focus, Nick was on the floor in front of Rusty, his head buried between her thighs, attempting to control her humping hips. Rusty was beside herself, moaning with pleasure. The only time Harry would eat her was if she was sucking his cock at the same time. He had never done it just for her pleasure.

The sound of her passion reached Harry, stimulating another erection. He pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed his PC muscle, trying to hold back another ejaculation. "Ohhhh, gaaawwwwd, he groaned, feeling the hot liquid splash against his inner thighs.

Inside, Nick was pulling his face from Rusty's quim and turning her on the couch. When she was in position, he got up, between her legs, and leaned down for a kiss. "Ready?" he asked.

With a grin, she asked, "Does it matter?"

Nick frowned. "Yes, it does. I am going to do this, but I don't want to hurt you."

Rusty's smile disappeared. "I'm sorry, Nick. It was a bad attempt at a bad joke. I've been ready for this since you took your shirt off. I'm just sorry about Harry out there, knowing what's happening and having to accept there's nothing he can do about it."

"If he's like a lot of guys, he's probably wishing he had a hand free to beat off with." He positioned his cock at her vagina's opening.

"What?" she asked, puzzled. "Men like thinking about other men screwing their wives."

"Yeah. Some of 'em. There's even a sub-culture where men share their wives, in threesomes, or in a wife swap. I've heard of men arranging for their wife to take on five or six men at a time. When I was a grad student, one of my classmates bragged about being paid by an older man to fuck his young wife."

Rusty shook her head. "Well, that's one worry Harry won't have after today. To some degree, this is his fault. He just doesn't have to know how much I'm enjoying it. Come on now, Nick, enough talk; fuck the bejeebers out of me!"

Harry heard the loud moan, and recognized the sound of his wife accepting a hard cock into her very hungry cunt. The loud grunting sounds which followed allowed him to follow her progress toward a massive orgasm. When she announced her climax with a loud scream, his cock erupted in concert with her. Nick's climactic roar immediately following set off another, empathic orgasm in Harry, and in Rusty.

When Harry was able to tune into his surroundings, he heard Nick coming out of the house, whistling an old pop tune. He walked over to see how Harry was holding up and saw the silvery deposits on the grass. Glancing at the house, he grinned.

"That's a great little fuck you got there, Harry. You should take better care of her. I see you're holding up okay. Need a drink?"

Harry looked up at the tall man and nodded. "What are you going to do to us?"

"What do you mean? You afraid I'm going to do away with you? You needn't worry about that. I've got something better planned. When I go back in, you'll be able to watch your wife suck my cock so it's hard again, then I'll pop her anal cherry. She told me she's always wanted to try that, but you're too squeamish.

"After that, I'll bring her out and while she fucks you, I'll have her first eat me, then while you're still in her, I'll fuck her ass again." Nick laughed when Harry groaned and squirted his cum into the grass for the fourth or fifth time, it looked.

Nick leisurely jogged back into the house after checking things outside. His greeting kiss was both tender and passionate at the same time. While their tongues intermingled, his hands were busy exploring her body, searching for all her arousal spots. By the time the kiss broke, she was almost ready to climax.

Nick swung his leg across her chest, presenting his monster cock to her mouth. She grinned and opened her mouth greedily. She had been waiting for this since he had dropped his pants an hour ago. When his cock reached the back of her throat, she pulled back and told him to sit back. When he was seated, she got on her knees, on the couch, and parted his legs.

Her mouth was almost like a vacuum cleaner. This time, when Nick reached the back of her throat, she moved her head around, and before he was aware of it, Rusty had his entire cock in her mouth, and was humming a popular, patriotic march. Nick nearly blew a hole in her stomach, he came so hard. Outside, Harry had seen Rusty's performance, and when he heard Nick's bellow, he just hung his head and let the semen flow.

Rusty held Nick's cock in her throat after the cum blast, working it lightly with her throat muscles. To his surprise, he was still hard when she pulled her head away from his body. She looked up at him, her face flushed, with a wide grin. "Had enough?" she asked. Still breathing hard, he shook his head no. "Prove it," she challenged him.

Harry saw the big man reach down and grab his wife under the arms and drag her up his body. He was surprised to see that his captor still had a monster erection after his wife had deep throated him. He had received a number of those special treats, and was always done for the night when she was through.

He watched Nick position her over his cock and push her down, engulfing the large organ. Nick then moved on the couch so he was kneeling over the redhead and reached down to pull her knees up to the level of her breasts, draping her feet over his shoulder.

Harry had to close his eyes at the awesome sight of the furious fucking it looked like his wife was receiving from their persecutor. When she began to scream, he wondered if he would ever be able to satisfy her again. He knew he had never heard screams of ecstacy such as he was hearing now. The image of her arms and legs wrapped around the bastard's body, with her head back as she howled his name, was permanently engraved in his memory.

Her final scream was ear piercing, even to Harry, and accompanied by a bellow from Nick which frightened a flock of sparrows in the nearby trees. As he watched, Nick slumped onto Rusty as her legs fell back into a more normal position. Even this far away, he could tell they were asleep.

Nick and Rusty, both still nude, walked out of the house; Nick whistling that same pop tune, Rusty, walking bowlegged, to keep her sore pussy lips from chafing. Nick steered her to Harry's tree, but away from his deposits.

He walked around behind the young husband and released the rope on one arm. Before Harry could stand, Nick's hands were on his shoulders, massaging them. Harry tried to squirm away, but Nick had his hands above his head and around the tree again before he could get free.

Nick walked around in front of Harry and grabbed his feet, then dragged Harry into the area he had coated with cum. Harry felt a shudder of distaste run through him as his ass slid over his cum deposits.

"Sorry, Rusty, but I promised your hubby here the opportunity to think maybe any baby made up here today was his, but it looks like you're gong to have to get him hard. Just watch where you kneel; he's come all over the grass."

Rusty looked at the grass around Harry, and saw the tracks of his sperm. There were traces on both sides of him and between his legs where Nick was standing. "How many times, Harry? How many times did hearing and thinking about me getting fucked by a stranger make you come?" she asked him, her voice soft and sympathetic, mirroring the sympathy in her eyes.

"It wasn't just hearing and thinking about it, goddamn you!" he screamed at her. "I had to fucking watch it happen, through that fucking picture window! I had to watch you fuck this son of a bitch; watch you come on his fucking cock, and suck it into your friggin' stomach!" He was screaming so hard, there were flecks of foam coming from his mouth, with his eyes wild with rage.

She turned to look at the house. The lights were still on and she could easily see the couch where she bad been so thoroughly fucked she had passed out the last time. Rusty glanced at Nick, accusing him. He simply smiled and shrugged. Biting back an answering smile, she said, "I'm truly sorry you had to watch it happen, Harry. I asked Nick to take me out of your sight. I didn't know."

She dropped to her knees beside her husband. "Do you have anything left for me? Something to wash away his traces?" She reached out and started to jack Harry's cock. When there was no response after a few minutes, she bent forward and slurped the flaccid member into her mouth, eliciting a loud moan from the younger man as she worried the crown with her tongue.

When it began to respond, she began bobbing her head up and down on the slowly erecting organ, increasing her suction. With one hand, she began to jack him while the other hand began fondling his balls. Harry's groan announced her success. Without waiting for directions from Nick, Rusty straddled her bound husband and impaled herself on his thick prick.

Harry had seen Nick's cock, and had wondered if his young wife would even be aware of him in her after today. He was pleasantly surprised that she was almost as tight as usual. He looked around for the bigger man and saw him by the blanket, digging through his back pack. When he turned to come back to the couple, he was tossing the jar of petroleum jelly he kept in the bag.

Standing so Harry could see him, but Rusty could not, Nick used the jelly to lube his massive (to Harry) cock. He remembered that Nick had told him he planned to subject Rusty to double penetration and shook his head, "No." Nick just grinned, a malevolent grin it seemed to Harry.

Nick stepped behind Rusty and grabbed Harry's legs, lifting them around Rusty. "Here, doll, hold these," he ordered. He dropped to his knees behind the redhead and Harry felt him smear something damp and slick around his puckered hole.

"N...n...no!" he shouted, trying to shimmy away from the intrusion.

Nick answered, "It's like this, Harry, ol' buddy. Am I ever going to hear about today from you, or is anybody? Am I going to have to testify in court about how you traded your wife's ass to save your own from getting fucked?"

Harry looked up into Rusty's eyes. They were flat, her face expressionless, as she looked at the ground by Harry's ear. "Tell me, Harry, whose ass do I get to fuck right now? Whose crap are you going to clean off my cock?"

Harry's stomach turned; his cock wilted. Harry's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, babe," he mouthed, silently, shaking his head. With a single nod, she acknowledged his apology. "Rusty," he croaked, as tears began streaming down his face.

Rusty turned to look at Nick and shook her head. With a sad smile, he nodded. Fifteen minutes later, the couple was headed down the road in their small station wagon. Nick rode along to open the gates. Rusty drove while Harry cowered in the back seat.

As he closed the last gate, Nick looked up and saw Rusty waving good-bye just before turning onto the macadam.

Early one evening, in mid-January, Nick Thomas sat in his living room, a fire in his fireplace, a fluffy snow falling outside, coating the ground. The phone from the gatehouse rang, interrupting his reverie.

He had been thinking, as he often did, about Rusty and Harry, wondering how they had made out after what had to be a traumatic day for their relationship. He had seen her, at a distance, that September, on one of his infrequent forays into the small city. He didn't expect it would, but he hoped everything worked out for the young couple.

He shook his head, grinning at the tingle in his groin; a tingle thinking of her that day always produced.

He picked up the phone. "Yes?"

"Mr. Thomas, I have a special delivery for you." a female voice announced.

"Just leave it in the gatehouse."

"No sir; you have to sign for it, and accept delivery in person."

"In person? Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes." he groused.

Nick went out and looked at his choices of vehicles, and chose his Jeep 4x4. As he approached the gatehouse, he didn't see any delivery truck, or any other vehicle. He could see, though, there was someone in the gatehouse.

He parked by the door and walked into the spartan structure. The person awaiting him was at the far end of the small room, staring out the window. "Yes," said Nick. The person turned around, removing her hood in the process, and revealing a very pregnant profile. "Rusty!"

"Hey, Nick. Are you ready to be a Daddy?"

Back at his house, Nick and Rusty sat in the toasty living room, over steaming mugs of hot cocoa, looking out over the pond and valley.

"At first, Harry didn't seem to have any problems with what happened. But our lovemaking...before that day, we had sex four or five times a week, and sometimes twice a day on weekends. Afterwards, I don't think we made love a half dozen times.

"And when it turned out I was pregnant, it was too much for him. He told me that, one summer, while I was visiting my mom, he'd had a vasectomy because he didn't want kids. He said he didn't think he could raise another man's child, especially yours, after what happened.

"And then the stress of the holiday shopping period, and the store not doing as well as projected. He was sure he was going to be fired and couldn't handle it. Two days after Christmas, he told me he was leaving and just left town. Got on a bus and disappeared."




Rusty's Sacrifice



She paused for a sip of cocoa. When she looked at him before continuing, he could see the beginning of tears. "Both Harry's family and mine are gone. I'm stranded, pregnant and broke.

"You're the only person I could think of to go to for help."

"How'd you get out here?"

"Cab. I had to pay for a round trip." She looked at him. "I know it's a lot to ask of you, especially with your history with your wife. I just need a place to stay until the baby's born. Then I can find work, and..."

"Rusty, hush up! I'm a little surprised Harry held on for six months.

"Of course you can stay, as long as you want," he said, with a grin, "providing you can pay the rent."

An answering smile lit the redhead's pretty face. "And that is..."