If you haven't guessed it already, the guys in my town are plain people. I don't mean stupid. But here's Debbie, living in a shack down by the river with a tarpaper roof, and the whole town knows what she does. In fact, we call her "the Quean of Frog Hollow," and she has been since before I was born. Did you know that "quean" is an old word for a whore?
I know my dad has gone to her. Not just once, either. And he's got my mom; but some guy isn't getting enough, or what he wants, and he takes off like a mongrel dog into the high reeds and down the path, stinking of mud, heading for the river. He stands peeking through the reeds at the shack till he can see if anyone's there ahead of him. Believe me, Deb doesn't do appointments. Sure, she'll leave a light on over her door, just a bare bulb, if she's alone. Except when she forgets. Which is why everyone is peepin' out of the reeds.
So guys will be saying "fuck this and fuck that," but then blush when the cute girl in drug store smiles at them. They go to Debbbie to really fuck.
So now, Ernie says, gazing down: "I can't take her cherry."
"Where did he get that? I mean, we didn't invite Janey to afternoon tea." But he takes his boner and walks away, across the room. Likely Ernie never had real sex, except talking about it, and he's scared at what he's heard about busting a cheery.
Debbie is looking at us. With one finger, she is absent-mindedly torturing Janey's clit, barely looking, taking lube from the pussy and rubbing it round and round the clit, which, I swear, is looking as sensitive as three inches down inside my prick...
And I'm wondering how much Janey can take. As I said, this is a wild girl, wired with explosives, and now her hips are jerking like mad, her nipples have crinkled into sturdy red towers, and her head is whipping back and forth on the table. Most of all, her chest is heaving, her big tits jacking up and down, and she's crying. I mean, truthfully, rough and tough Janey is weeping with the torture of not coming.
There's a half cup of her own oil running down her pussy. I never saw such inflamed flesh as between that girl's thighs. My prick is as straight as a bat, arched back toward my belly, well above my navel. It's rock-hard and drops of fluid are overflowing it. I step up to Janey's pussy and, as I do, she raises her head, looks at me, and, I think she might have smiled...
I wondered, as I approached, how to get my stiffo lowered down to the level of her pussy. Suddenly, Deb says, "Hold it, cowboy. You want to make a baby?" And as she speaks, a condom appears in her hands. She raises it a bit, as though to eye level, and smiles at me. I nod dumbly.
In about two seconds, her long fingers have the sheath yanked down over my rampant prick. She gives my hard-on a slap, as one will swat a horse to make it get moving.
"No, no..." Janey moans slowly, rocking her head, but I pay no attention. I approach the table, stand between her thighs, her offered her cunt, and I stare at her egregious inflamed pink tube of a clit. Then, with a thud, I am on my knees, my lips pressed to that tormented shiny pink stamen; I wet it with my mouth and my tongue races back and forth across it...flicking it madly. It doesn't move that much, stiff as thumb.
Janey is cracking up. No other way to describe it. Her cry is like a cat's that has fallen into the fire. "Naaooo..." she shrieks. "No MOOORRE teasing!, PLEEASE!. Fuck me...fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEE!"
I look around grinning. But Debbie has a mad face on her, now. She is saying, "You been jerkin' that girl around way too long. You get your dick in there, NOW, buddy."
With one of Deb's hands at the small of my back, her other holding my sac--hard--she is shoving me. I leap forward, gasping, "NO!" butting the head of my dick against Janey's pussy. Deb's hand is on my torpedo, pushing it down and guiding it, so that when my hips thrust frantically, my straight prick slips into Janey's amazingly slick pussy. Slips in so easily, gliding into the gaping slit, that it shoots in its whole length, with my whole weight behind it, until my curly, light-brown hair is mashing her hairy auburn bush, and she is hissing, repeatedly, monotonously, "Yes, yes, yes..."
All I was thinking, at that moment, is that I will come in about two seconds. Or less. My dick feels two seconds away from exploding and the sensation of ecstasy keeps mounting, rising and rising. Surely I can't resist for another second.
Janeys's moans sounds distant, now; she's weeping, begging: "Ram me...please, please, please..., ram my cunt...hard...do it so hard... hurry..."
And I did, but only a dozen times, my hips colliding with her mound as though driving a stake into her, thudding against her, again and again, so her sturdy body jolts back on the table, tied or not, and her big boobs shudder like pudding...
Suddenly, I notice that there are four other guys on Janey. One has grabbed her hair and is mashing his lips to hers, devouring her lips till I see her struggling to breathe. One guys is on either of her nipples, one squeezing each boob with his hands, his mouth locked onto her big nipples. And one guy is pressing his face down into her soft belly.
"Now," she screams, and sure enough, it is. I hose into Jamey's pussy, crying out, slamming my hips as though staking a vampire. How does her cunt stand it? But it does. Her whole body on the table is thrusting up against the hands and lips devouring her, her thighs straining upward against their bonds.
It seems a long time later when I hear Debbie say, in a voice with gentleness that shocked me: "Janey, you want to go home now?"
I lift my head. I have been in half dream, lying naked on the hard dry boards of the floor.
I hear Janey say, with perfect calm, "Just untie me, I'm stiff."
I think I hear myself say, "Oh, wait..."
But then Janey is standing, naked and relaxed, stretching like some cat, her back arched so her big breasts thrust, her arms reaching far above her head. Her cute face with the auburn bangs, the green eyes, the full lips looks relaxed, quite astonishingly relaxed.
"You want to leave?" Deb asks again.
"No," says Janey, "I don't really want to leave."
"Then what?"
A long silence--well, maybe not so long. And I hear Janey say, her tone suddenly intense, "I want to see them do you."
"Do me?"
"Fuck you, and everything else. Ream out everything you got."
