Tim and Dirk returned the next day but Sherry found that she wanted little to do with them. She was ashamed of herself. Ashamed of the way she had acted with them, with David, and especially with the two truck driven. Those two truck drivers had used her brutally and it was shameful the way she had begged them for more. She blamed everything that had happened to her on Tim and Dirk, and she had few words to say to them.
She did the few things that needed doing around the farm, the cooking and cleaning. She didn't mind that hard work seemed to deans her soul and helped to keep her mind off sex. She we a little surprised that none of them tried to force her, although it seemed like a natural thing for them to do. After all, she hadn't made much of a fuss the first time.
But neither rim nor Dirk seemed awfully interested in her. She heard thorn talking that evening and she had to blush at their busing stories. No wonder they weren't ready to jump on her the moment they came home. If all their stories were true then they didn't suffer from want of pussy while they were gone.
She went to bed early that evening because she was tired of listening to their stories. She took a hot show and decided to sleep with only her pantie, on. She didn't expect to be bothered but to had locked her door just the same. She had barely gotten into bed when she heard someone trying to open the door.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"It's Dirk," Dirk said. "Open this fucking door. I've got something to talk to you about."
Go away, she said. "I'll talk to you in the morning."
She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Dirk a cry of rage and her door seemed to splinter, into fragments. He was standing there looking at her with an ugly expression on his face.
He was wearing only his shorts and he was holding a can of beer.
"Get out," she whispered. "I don't want you in my room."
"Well you fucking bitch," he said. "I only wanted to talk but you're behaving like your cunt has gotten gold plated while I've been gone."
She was frightened of his. As frightened as she'd been that day in the barn. He walked across the room and she didn't protest when he tore the covers back from her. He fondled her naked tits with one hand while he finished off his beer.
"You got a nice pair," he said. "I had a fantastic redhead this weekend. She was able to hold her tits together so I could fuck her between them."
"Please leave me alone," she begged him.
He laughed at her. He crumpled his beer can up and dropped it to the floor. He stepped back and stripped out of his jockey shorts. His prick hung limply between his legs and she gasped softly. She couldn't help the feelings that went through her. He was just so strong-looking, and so commanding that he made her feel weak. Like the truck drivers had made her feel.
He got into bed with her. He kissed her gently on the lips and then he leaned back and put his hands behind his head.
"I'm tired," he said. "You do all the work. Suck my prick, cunt!"
Her heart pounded as she went down on him. She kissed the rubbery tip of his cock and felt it coming to life. She opened her lips and took just the cock-head between her teeth. She worked on the sensitive ridge with her teeth and tongue until his pride began to get stiff.
She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked the length of his prick into her throat. Her fingers traced patterns on his sensitive balls. She felt his hand at the back of her head, softly directing the movements she made.
He groaned softly as her red lips sucked his prick down to his balls. He filled her mouth and almost made her gag, but she didn't release him. Instead she squeezed his balls between her fingers and started to move her head in a circular motion. Somehow she knew he would like this.
"Sweet," he said softly. "You've got a sweet mouth. Suck me good, baby. Keep it up. I want to put my cum in your throat. Suck me good!"
She started bobbing her head, her mouth going up and down his cock in quick, jerky movements. She felt his cock start to throb and then his cock-head grew in her mouth and she knew he was losing control. His rough hand pressed down hard on the back of her head and she felt him leaking into her mouth.
"Ahhhh," he groaned softly. "Nice, baby. Keep sucking me like that. So fast. You're a fucking cocksucker, baby. A real fucking cocksucker. Aghhh! I'm blowing it in your mouth aghhhhhhh!"
He spurted once into her mouth and then he jerked his cock out so that the rest of his jam struck her cheeks and dripped to her full tits. She didn't pull her face away. She didn't close her eyes. She knew he wanted to see her being covered in his cum and she tried to give him what he wanted. He sighed and fell back. His eyes never left her as she rubbed the cum onto her fingers and popped her fingers into her mouth. Again she just knew this was something he wanted to see.
"Lick it clean," he said.
She lowered herself to his prick once more and licked every inch of his shaft. She even popped each of his heavy balls into her mouth. He was finally satisfied and he pulled her up against him.
"I'm so hot," she whispered.
"Keep that way," he said. "I'm too tired tonight, and you've got a big day tomorrow."
"What am I doing?" she asked.
"You're going with me to a country turkey shoot, baby," he said. "I want to show off my new girl. I want you to wear a short skirt and a tight blouse with no bra so your tits are free to shake. I want to turn the guys on."
He drifted off to sleep even as he talked to her. She was so hot but she was afraid to move. She remained nestled in his strong arms until her heart quit pounding and she was able to breathe normally again. She wanted to come and scream at him, but she didn't have the strength to do that. She knew he was boss when she was with him.
She drifted off to sleep thinking about the turkey shoot. She had no idea what a turkey shoot was. She didn't think she wanted to go watch anything being shot, but she knew she was not going to refuse to do anything Dirk asked her to do.
She awakened early the next morning but Dirk was already up. She got out of bed and took a hot shower to help her wake up. It was time to dress and she debated about what she was going to put on. She already knew what Dirk wanted her to wear and she knew he would be angry if she didn't, but she was not the kind of girl who enjoyed showing herself off. She picked out a pair of pants and a shirt but then she knew that he would make her come back upstairs and change.
She finally got nerve enough to put on her shortest skirt and a blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skirt barely came below her thighs and her big nipples were very obvious beneath her sheer blouse. She knew that the boys would certainly be turned on.
Dirk said nothing when she came downstairs, but she saw his eyes open wide in approval. He took her arm and guided her out to his old truck. He put his hand underneath her skirt as he helped her get into the truck. She felt his rough hand give her ass a hard turn.
"Beautiful ass," he said.
He slipped into the driver's seat and he made her sit close and pull her skirt up above her panties. He played with her thighs each time he changed gears. She couldn't help but get turned on. She'd been hot the night before and now he was awakening the fires within her again.
She could feel her nipples poking hard against her blouse and she realized that was what he wanted. The boys were really going to be jealous when they saw her so obviously turned on. She'd thought she had known shame before but now she was going to know what being shamed really meant. All those hungry eyes staring at her, undressing her, fucking her with their imaginations.
There were only a few men around when Dirk pulled the truck off the road. She was thankful to see that there were paper targets lined up in rows. At least they weren't going to be shooting at anything alive. Dirk stopped the truck and she felt hot eyes on her as she got out. Dirk put his hand on her bottom and gave her a squeeze. She saw the smug looks pass between the men.
She'd thought the day was going to be had but she didn't know how bad. She was the only woman there and the men started getting drunk and they took advantage. Dirk didn't seem to mind a man letting his hand stray to her thighs or putting his arm around her waist and letting his hand brush her titties. In fact, Dirk didn't seem to mind anything his friends wanted to do.
But Sherry minded. She grew more humiliated as the day passed. She found these men vulgar. She didn't stay as turned on as when she had first arrived. She only wanted to get away from the shooting, the rough laughter, and the pawing hands of drunken men.
Dirk got so drunk that he hardly knew where he was, and Sherry was able to slip away from him. She would, have taken the truck but Dirk had the keys and she wasn't about to ask him for them. She decided to walk. She had gone only a few steps when she heard someone coming after her.
"Where the hell you going?" Dirk asked in a slurred voice. "The fun's just starting. We thought we'd go down into the woods for a party. Just you and three or four of my friends."
Sherry felt her heart pound as she looked beyond Dirk into the pinning faces of the men who had followed him. There were at least a half-dozen big, brawny men. She considered running but Dirk must have known what she had in mind. He grabbed her by the arm and his eyes were hard.
"Now don't you hurry off," he said. "Like I said, the fun's just starting. The boys just want to we if everything you got is real."
Dirk started dragging her off toward a clump of frees, his friends following like hungry wolves. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had been shamed at the thought of doing it with two men, but now Dirk was about to force her to have sex with many more than two.
"Dirk," she whispered. "Let me go. Please let me go. Don't do this."
He continued to pull her toward the trees. She gave up hope. There was no sense flying to struggle. She would simply have to take what came. She would feel her body tingling a little. God, what's wrong with me? She was actually starting to get excited at the thought of being fucked by all these men. She didn't want to feel that way. It was a disgusting feeling. But she had to admit to herself that there was something exciting in the situation.
Dirk got her to the bushes before a tall, gentle-eyed man stepped in front of them. At first Dirk didn't realize what had happened. He looked up with a puzzled expression. He started to pull Sherry around the man but again the man stepped in the way.
"What you doing?" Dirk asked. "Get out of the way."
"You've had your fun," the man said. "Now I'm taking her home. Let her go."
Sherry thought she was about to see the man broken in half. There was an angry mumble from the men behind her. She saw Dirk's face grow beet red and his right fist clenched.
"Go ahead," the tall man said gently. "Try it. I want you to."
Dirk relaxed and Sherry realized that Dirk was actually afraid of the man. There was something so confident in his manner that Sherry found she was looking at him with a new respect. He may have been tall and skinny, and not very handsome, but there was something about him…
"I'll take you home now," he said.
He took her arm and guided her back through the crowd. There were a few muted grumbles but nobody got in the way. Sherry could see the respect and fear on the faces. This was a man that few men wanted to mess with. His grip on her arm was firm but gentle. She could have jerked away but she didn't want too.
"My name's Rick Dobbs," he told her. "I've got a few things to pick up in the target shed and then I'll take you home."
She nodded. The target shed was damp and dark. Rick shut the door and locked it. His arm went around her waist and his lips nuzzled at the back of her neck. Suddenly Sherry know why Rick had taken the trouble to rescue her. He had rescued her for himself.
"You were excited by the trouble, weren't you?" Rick asked. "You were expecting a fight."
Sherry realized that what he said was true. For a few minutes there she had wanted a fight. It hadn't mattered who would be fighting or who would win, just as long as they fought. Like cavemen fighting over her. She would be the prize of the victor.
His hands went up the back of her firm, creamy things and touched her panty-covered ass. She moaned softly as his strong hands kneaded her flesh. His fingers slipped into her panties and touched her bare skin.
"I like that," she told him honestly. "I like your hands touching me."
He turned her around so that he could kiss her mouth. Her sweet lips parted under his and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Her pointy tits pushed excitedly against his chest and he felt his cock go stiff.
"Sweet Jesus," he moaned softly. "You did get excited back there!"
"Yes," she admitted to him. "I did! I got so hot!"
There was very little room in the target shed but there was enough room for him to push her down on her knees. He looked down at the top of her head. Her fingers tugged his zipper down and he felt her hot hand slip into his trousers. Her fingers seemed so cool a she touched his rod. He hadn't been completely stiff but he grew immediately.
"Ummmm," Sherry said. "You've got a big one."
Her fingers wrapped around his flesh and she tugged his cock out. He grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face against his crotch. She didn't seem to mind. Her mouth opened immediately and he felt like he was being engulfed by hot lava. Her tongue was a sexy, darting weapon that covered the tip of his cock with kisses.
He pulled her tighter and he felt his thick cock slip all the way into her mouth until his cock-head fitted snugly against the back of her throat. She was sucking him as no woman ever had. Her throat muscles worked on his cock, sending shivery sensations up his spine and making his balls burning hot and heavy with cum.
He stroked her golden hair as she sucked him. Her hair felt so nice. He dropped his hands between them and cupped her full tits through the thin blouse site wore. He could feel her excitement. Her nipples were painfully hard and her titties felt swollen with her lust. He squeezed her flesh hard and heard her moan. He lifted his head and his mouth fell open. Nothing had ever felt as good.
He was too close to blowing his wad and he wasn't ready for that. First he wanted to feel, her snug pussy fitting over his cock. He wanted to slam his throbbing cock into her cunt and make her squeal for joy. He was so fucking hot! He put his hands in her hair again and tugged her head away from his swollen cock. He could see a little drop of cum on her bottom lip. As he watched, she licked it away.
"Don't stop me," she begged him. "Let me keep sucking you. Ill suck you off all the way. Ill swallow it. I like the taste of your cum."
"Later," he said. "Right now I want to fuck you."
"Yes," she agreed, her eyes opening wide. "I want to be fucked. I'm so hot!"
He lifted her to her feet and his mouth crushed against hers. She opened her lips willingly as she felt his tongue probing. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth while his rough hands cupped her buttocks. She pressed herself tightly against him, feeling his hard cock throbbing excitedly against her.
Her fingers quickly undid his belt and pulled his trousers apart. He was wearing no shorts and she tugged his trousers down to his knees. Just as quickly she undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled his shirt apart. She pressed herself against his hard, hairy chest and she felt the shivery heat go all through her.
She dropped her hand to his cock and laced her fingers around the blood-filled stem. He was leaking and she felt her hand get sticky. She began to move her fingers up and down the length of his pulsating cock. She dropped her hand to feel his balls, heavy with cum for her. The thought excited her even more. She wanted to feel that big cock inside her, pounding her senseless.
"Fuck me," she groaned softly. "I need your cock so bad. I need a man to teach me. I need a man to put his cock in me. I'm so hot!"
There were some targets piled up in the corner and he pushed her back. His hands tugged her panties down her legs and she opened her blouse down the front. He turned her around so that she was leaning against the targets while he was still standing.
His hands went underneath as he grabbed her hanging titties. Her skirt was up above her waist and she felt his cock pressing against her cunt. She moaned as she felt him pushing his cock-head into her cunt. It was good! So good! She felt her cunt stretching to admit his throbbing cock. She pushed back against him, her cunt sucking up every delicious inch of his prick. His fingers tightened on the fiery, sensitive flesh of her titties.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Jesus, fuck me!"
She knew that anyone standing anywhere near the target shed would know what was going on inside, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that great, throbbing prick filling her insides.
"Hard!" she screamed at him. "Fuck me hard!"
Rick had never met a woman who got as excited as she did. He felt her pushing back to meet him as he began his savage thrusting. He fucked her brutally, as if he were trying to beat her to death with his prick. She seemed to love it, because her breath came in soft gasps and she met his every thrust.
He got deeper into her, somehow. The target were shaking. His heavy balls fitted snugly against her each time he shoved his cock into her. His entire cock felt as if it were a spear of flame, and he could hardly stand the fantastic tingling sensation as his cock-head parted the juicy folds of her cunt.
"Oh baby!" Rick cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to pour my cum in your cunt! It feels so good, so good! I love it! God, it feels so fucking NICE!"
She pushed back against him as she felt his cum pouring into her hungry cunt. The feeling of his thick cum striking her cunt walls caused that sweet heat to grow in her body. She pulled away from his cock and turned over on her back. She lifted her legs high and pulled his cock back into her again.
"Stroke me hard, Rick!" she screamed. "Put that fat cock in me deep! That's it! That's how I want you to fuck me! Again! Fuck me hard. Oh God, Rick, I love it!"
The entire shed seemed to shake. She kept grinding herself against him until all her good feelings passed and her juice had mingled with his thick cream. It had felt so good! She hated to feel his prick slipping limply out of her cunt.
"Come on," Rick said. "It's time I took you back."