Prologue
Sally sighed and set aside her phone. On the screen, a Mewtube video was playing, showing Jethro sweeping a pile of garbage - mostly sex toys and other junk that people had sent them - off the table. The occupation wasn't going as planned.
It was one thing, when that no-good moneygrabber Sid took off with all of their cash, but it's another when the call for support for their legitimate and patriotic cause was answered with ridicule and, honestly, less than helpful gifts. Had Jehro not specified "gear" and "cold weather equipment"? What had floppy rubber dicks got to do with cold weather? People could've been sending socks, or something, instead of beimg such dicks.
Sally chuckled. Dicks, sending dicks, she thought. The joke amused her. She grabbed her phone and started recording yet another one of her video messages, trying to make people understand about the sincerity and importantness... importancy... the import of their cause. She was their spokeswoman after all. "Jethro and Sid have been fighting," she started, "and then he took off with all our money..."
Chapter 1
When she pulled into the driveway of the refuge later, she was surprised for a moment. There was nobody on watch, which was unlike them. That fella Jimbo was always so vigilant, all professional like, being a militiary man and all that, just like his dad. He would always have someone on watch, to guard them from the federal government tyrannists who want to take all our land and stuff. Frankly, all of that was a little too complicated for her, but Jethro seemed knowledgeable and so she trusted his judgement.
The driveway was dark, the sheriff had gone for the day. Those federal types didn't hang around after dark, but you never know, Jeth had said. She locked up and walked to the back door, which was their secret entrance and usually unlocked. Not that they could've locked it, she thought. It's not like the feds had handed over the keys.
When she went inside, she almost tripped over the pile of packaging and discarded donations that littered the floor. She cursed, then sent a quick "sorry" up above, to make up for it. When she looked down, her eyes widened. She didn't know there were so many sex toys that people had sent. Curious, she picked one up that looked like a two-foot-long, double-ended pink penis, weighing and turning it in her hands.
She wondered how people use these, with it being double-ended and all that. Like a double barrelled shotgun, she thought and chuckled. Shotgun. Haha. A voice from the next room startled her. "Yeah, that's how you do it," she could hear Bob say, muffled through a closed door. Those boys, she thought, always hard at work, doing things for the good cause, when she heard a slightly different sound right after that - something more like a moan, or a grunt. Startled, she scurried over to the door, and peeked through.
There was Bob, her boyfriend, wearing his flannel shirt and the warm wool vest she had made for him, the baseball cap with the eagle on it, and his jeans, which were weirdly around his ankles, while Jethro knelt in front of him, and looked like he was doing something there... His head bobbing back and forth? Sally looked closer. Was that Bob's penis? It couldn't be... or could it? It looked all hard, and, looking at it from the side, it seemed longer than she remembered? Maybe the boys just played around with the toys?
She opened the door and went in. Bob stared at her like a deer in the headlight, and Jethro quickly pulled his head back, clearing his throat. Yes, it was definitely Bob's dick, now jerking and flopping by itself, as he stammered something, while she saw the shaft twitch and pulse, before it shot a load of cum on Jethro's gruff beard, leaving sticky globs.
Sally grew furious. "You're a damn pig, Bob Clover," she yelled, waving the floppy rubber cock at him. "A damn pig! Don't you think I'll ever be doing that for you again. And you!" she pointed the thick end of the dildo at Jethro. "You're worse than a pig! You're a pig fucker!"
