The trees darkened everything. The deeper I got into the underbrush, the less light got through from above. It was misty and cool and I lost myself in the feeling of aloneness, the small sounds of insects along the path. I couldn't see the water any more now, or hear Janey's high voice. The path turned and after a few more minutes of walking, I came to the far tip of the island. It was close to shore here and an old tree had fallen across the water. The path led up to it. On the shore the trees were thicker than ever and I could see the trail winding deep. What the heck, it was better than going back and having to put up with Janey as she made a fool of poor Ron. I balanced my way across the log, jumped down and followed the matted footpath into the trees.
I must have walked five minutes, maybe ten. I'd forgotten everything but the trees, the peace around me. It was the sound of a motorcycle that made me stop. Laughter in the trees? Or was I imagining things. I walked slower now, keeping my eyes on the furthest line of trees ahead. The trail climbed between two huge boulders and dropped off suddenly into a clearing. I leaned on one of the big rocks and peered over.
A boy on a motorcycle did circles in the dust. There were lots more motorcycles, too, perked around in a circle and some girls lounged on the saddles. One girl had taken off her shirt. She was red-headed and her tits were freckled. A group of boys stood around a fire. There was lots of beer. I saw a big man with black hair pop a can and laugh when the suds jetted high above his head. Another boy ran across the clearing and tackled a girl who was talking to the redhead. The two of them rolled on the dusty ground and I could see he was trying to kiss her. The tackled girl hit him twice in the face and then let him kiss her.
When I stood up from the rock, my legs were trembling. I turned, started quickly back down the path. That's when Farley stepped out from the trees, a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He put the cigarette to his lips and sucked on it in a funny kind of way. He was grinning. I curled my fingers around the branches of a tree nearby. I was afraid my legs would cave in any second.
"You know, I been thinking about you." He sucked on the little cigarette again. I noticed that it was lumpy and hand-rolled. "And here you just pop right into sight." He gestured with the beer in the direction from where I'd come. "You just followed the yellow brick road, right?"
I gave a short nod. "Just walking really. I…"
"Look, you're my guest, okay?" He stepped close, took my hand. My heart thumped. All I could think of was the awful muscled power of his ass as it tucked under and stabbed his cock deep into Janey's cunt. Farley looked strange. His eyes…
"I better be getting back."
"Bullshit." His fingers dug into my palm. He pulled me along. Weakly I followed. We came down the path and Farley steered me over to the bare-titted redhead. She was sitting on the motorcycle now, bouncing on the seat.
"Hi, honey, where'd you come from?"
"I was at the church picnic," I said, "over by the old Elks' hall."
"The church picnic!" the redhead squealed. "The Goddamn church picnic!"
Farley poked the redhead in the gut with his finger. "So she decided to find a little action. Can't blame her for that, can you?"
The redhead frowned, rubbed her stomach. "No. Course not, Farley."
"Her tits are better than yours, too," he said, a crooked smile spreading over his face. The redhead glared at the tops of my boobs, poked out her lip.
"How can you tell. She keeps them hid."
Farley's fingers touched the tie of my bikini top. "Show her, baby."
"Nooo! Please, don't do…" The top flopped loose. I held it with both hands, pressing the cups against my nipples, but Farley jerked and stripped me. I crossed my hands over my bare tits, turned to flee.
"Show her!" he commanded, wrenching me back around by the shoulder. Something in his voice went through me like cold steel. I dropped my eyes, my head. His hands forced my arms down to my sides. I couldn't look at any of the people who'd started gathering around us. I was scared stiff. Farley brushed a finger under each tit, grazed at a nipple. I bit my lip, afraid to look up or protest. "I told you her jugs were better," Farley said to the redhead. Her eyes were flat, hateful. "Yeah, Farley, they're better."
I hadn't done a thing to her but felt that she would gladly kill me if she got the chance. I felt like crying but the fear in my belly wouldn't let the tears through.
"Take the rest of it off, Farley," a short, acne-faced boy called.
"Yeah, let's see her pussy," laughed another. I saw Phil's face bobbing up to see. Farley gave them all hard looks.
"This girl come all the way from the church picnic to see me. Now do you think I'm gonna let you guys stand around and gawk at her for free?"
"I'll pay a dollar," the acne-faced boy said.
"Shit, I'll give you a fin," from someone else. Wallets came out. Somebody sprayed beer high into the air, and I felt it wetting my arms. A tear grew at the corner of my eye. Another joined it and together they streaked my cheeks. The redheaded girl was smiling with evil glee. Farley took the bills that were waved in front of his face and folded them into his dirty jeans. He took my arm in his callused, hard hand.
"Okay, baby, let's show these jerks what a real pussy looks like."
"Please let me go back… let me leave…"
Farley laughed, pressed me down until my knees were on the ground. I was lowered onto my back in the dust. There were big boots all around me, curses, crude laughter. My bikini bottoms were quickly stripped away and I felt someone take an ankle, another boy grabbed my other ankle.
"Oh, God no!" I sobbed. I covered my face but someone took my wrists, too, and held them above my head.
"Wow, look at that pussy!" It was the boy with acne. Another man shoved through the circle, fell on his knees between my knees.
"Eating stuff, boy!" He pressed wet lips against my thigh. A tongue snaked towards the matted thatch of my cunt hair. Then Farley's boot swung through the air and clunked solidly against the man's shoulder.
"Hey, Farley, what the fuck?" He rubbed the bruised shoulder.
"You paid to look. That's all." Farley jerked me up by the hand. The boys who held my ankles let go and stepped back, watching Farley like he might spring on them. I could taste my salty tears, the dust, the fear inside me like sour vomit. But my cunt glowed warmly, that tender place where everyone's eyes had burned so hotly a few seconds before – it glowed. I felt so naked, so vulnerable. When Farley put his arm around my waist, I leaned weakly against him. The gang made way for us and Farley took me up out of the clearing and into the woods. Behind us I could hear the whoops start up again, the sharp pop of beer cans opening. I was really crying now, with fear and relief, too. Farley's hand fell against my ass. He cupped fingers under the curve of one cheek, caressing it. I was still too scared to say a thing.
We came though a thicket that scratched the skin of my thighs. A boy and a girl lay on a blanket. The girl was naked. The boy wore only a pair of motorcycle boots. Farley laughed and strode towards them.
"Okay, Clyde, get the hell out."
The boy looked at me, looked at Farley. "Sure, Farley." The girl was already putting on her jeans. As I stood there looking at that blanket, another sob caught me, then another. Farley undid his belt. His jeans fell around his ankles. The boy and the girl grinned, picked up their beers and disappeared through the brush.
"You want these back, don't ya?" Farley held up the two parts of my bikini.
I choked on a sob. "Y-Y-Yes…"
He skinned the rest of his clothes. The muscles in his thighs, his belly, his chest – they looked massive, invulnerable. I might run, but to where? And how long would it take him to catch me? I looked away when his cock bobbed up from his shorts. He was completely naked now. His long, matted hair framed his face, made it seem harder than his years. He couldn't be too old. In his twenties. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry and I felt like crying again.
"See, I know something about you that you don't think I do."
"What's that?" I didn't care, I only wanted to keep him talking.
"That night up at the old mansion when I was plowing Janey in the bedroom. I knew you were outside the door watching us. I saw you but didn't say anything." His smile, his eyes. They did things to my nakedness, made me feel it all the more. "I just let you watch me fuck the hell out of little Janey, see? I figured you were enjoying it enough to hang around, so what the hell." He came towards me. I felt like a bird with a broken wing. His hands rested on my shoulders and pressed me down onto my knees. His cock beat hotly against my cheek and I gave a little cry. Then Farley sank to his knees, too, and with his fingers twisted in my hair, he brought my face down towards his groin. His cock bumped me again, the knob against my lips. I twisted my head to the side but Farley made me face him.
"I don't really get too much of a kick out of slappin' pretty girls up side the head." His eyes were brown pools of ice. "But if you dig that kind of thing, well I'll oblige."
"Oh, Farley, won't you just give me my clothes and let me…"
"Open your mouth, bitch!"
Tears flooded over my dusty cheeks. I opened my mouth and felt the swollen tip of his cock brush the underside of my chin. Farley grasped the skin along the shaft and pulled it back. His prick was uncircumcised and the foreskin lightened around the ridged crown and then slipped behind it. The knob was glossy slick with his juice, pulsing with every beat of his heart. I could smell it, a musky, pungent smell.
"Just lick my knob with the tip of your tongue now." Farley's voice was tense. I sobbed, pushed my tongue out. The heat of his cock surprised me. I wet the bulging lobes at the bottom of his cockhead and pulled my tongue away. "More!"
"Ohhhh, nooooo!"
"Oh, yes!" Farley pulled me forward, embedding his cocktip between my lips. My first thought was to jerk away, but he held his hand up, poised. I let him pull me forward, down over the prickshaft. My lips curled around the broad, heavy knob. I licked slowly along the bottom of his rod, feeling the veins and bumps and the welt where his cock tube stretched back into his balls. I gagged but choked down the bile taste. He began to move his hips, rocking his cock deeper into my mouth.
"Suck my prick, damn it!"
I tried. I didn't know what he meant, but I tried. The honor of having a man's cock in my mouth had made me weak. I curved my tongue into a deep trough and drove it out along the underside of his prickshaft, then drew it slowly back. Farley groaned. He put his hands palm down on my back and held his tool deep inside. I could feel the knob only an inch away from the beginnings of my throat. If he moved his dick any deeper, I'd puke. He moved. The bulged, bluish knob touched my throat. My stomach bucked three times before he moaned again and pulled his cock back. I knew what he liked now. When I'd convulsed from the choking feeling, my throat had spasmed tighter, clenching his prick at the end.
"You're gonna learn to suck cock good before I let you go." He forced me down on his prick again and again. The throes of strangling made my body lurch. I felt my throat closing down around his knob again, felt his hot, heavy balls bump my chin. I whined through my nose, begging him to release me.
"Damn that's good… real good." He took his cock clear out of my mouth and made me look up at him. "Yeah, your lips are nice and wet and you look a little sad." He picked up a tear on his finger and licked it. "It'll be better for you in a while."
I opened my mouth to beg again, but shut it finally, dropped my eyes away. His cock touched me, divided my jaws. Once again I surrendered to his lust, let him fuck my mouth. But now his cock didn't go as deep. I began to lick his shaft again, hoping he might take pity on me and turn me loose before… I could hardly bear to think of it – his cum inside my mouth!
"Suck with your tongue… at the tip, baby!" His hands shook where they touched my back. I drove my tongue tip in circles around the pulsing crown. Farley gasped something and tightened the muscles in his ass and thighs. My spit leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin. His shaft was wet back to his balls and the more I sucked, the more hot saliva bathed his rod. My mouth was running over with it. The friction, the slippery, spongy fullness made me moan, too. It was such a strange feeling. A man's cock wasn't made to go in mouths, was it? It wasn't right for it to be there.
Farley touched my tits. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolled the hot little nubbins until my cunt tingled. I felt a flood of butter between the closed pussylips, moved my hips to shut it off and only made it worse.
More tears welled into my eyes. Farley had me by the head again and was forcing me to bob up and down on his dick. The bumps and hollows of his swollen cock made wet sucking noises as they slid through the drenched softness of my lips.
"Christ, your tits are fine!" He smoothed my back and shoulders as I sucked his bloated tool. I wanted to be away from him, from the bikers in the clearing. I wished I was in my room with the door locked. After the blow job Farley was forcing me to give, I'd never be able to look another boy in the eyes, or even face myself in the mirror.
His cock went deep into my throat and I writhed in choking agony as he groaned and rocked his prick in even farther. For a moment his hands loosened on my neck and I jerked sideways and jumped up. Farley grabbed one of my ankles and pulled me down roughly.
"You dumb bitch, I oughta…" But his hand stopped before he brought it down on my face. He rolled me over, jerked my hips up so that I was on my hands and knees.
"Ohh, God, please don't… Ohhhhh!" His cock had pressed between my peeled cuntlips and forced them out around the knob. My cunt folds slurped around the spit-soaked meat when I squirmed to get away, but Farley's fingers hooked over the bones of my pelvis and jerked me back. The sensation of his streamlined cock penetrating my hole from the back made me hang my head between my arms and whimper. With his knees just inside mine, he fucked roughly into my seeping gash. I couldn't let him come in my cunt. Just his cock there was awful enough, but if he pumped my pussy full of seed, too… at this time of the month. From the sounds in his throat, I knew he must be close to shooting. I felt his belly quiver against my ass, felt him bite the flesh of my back. I counted tree. Then with every bit of strength I could muster, I bucked his cock loose from my cunt.
"You… God… damn… Uhhh!" A hot lick of cum sprayed my thigh and ass but I was up, running now. Farley fell across the blanket as he tried to catch my ankle again but I was gone, crashing through the sharp leaves of a bush and down a stream bed. I was trying to think of what to do. I was naked, my bikini stuffed into a pocket of Farley's jeans. I might get back to the island, to Ron and Janey and my other clothes. The sand of the stream bed was softer. I began to follow it in the direction I thought I'd come from earlier.
Looking over my shoulder I stumbled on, passed by a large tree that stretched its limbs over the trickling water.