CHAPTER SEVEN
Hawkins felt the flood coming like a Bay of Bengal tidal wave… he made no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this moment. He hoped it would come in quarts – buckets full – he hoped his lust-swollen balls would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot, sticky river to flood her belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes sir, this little blonde had better get in step quick, 'cause she's got a hell of a career coming right up. He'd give her something to keep in mind, something she'd long remember as his load sloshed in her belly. His hands squeezed her head vice more, holding her pinned tight up against his pumping loins, her face crushed in his sweaty pubic hair. He pushed far, far down her throat, straining as if to bury the aching head of his wildly jerking cock in her very belly. Here it comes… he could feel it starting its long, deliciously-painful run down the long turgid shaft of his penis. He stopped dead as it reached the swollen, hard-throbbing knob at the end, paused for an eternity, then exploded against the sides of her working throat and swirled down into her belly in thick, gulping waves.
"Now, honey, now! Suck it like it was your mama's tit, baby! Every last drop! Suck, damn you, suck!"
Sarah swallowed again and again and again, every choking gulp oozing down her throat like a thick creamy soup. Her mind was spinning like a child's top; and she was lost for the moment in her own despair and self-debasement when it happened… that gnawing hot flame that had been bothering her like a fly around her head was now raging out of control. In her shame and humiliation, her utter subjugation, she had failed to be aware of its sudden all-consuming intensification. Oh God, yes, it's burning inside me… I feel strange, so strange… and… and… oh dear God, I want it! What's happened to me! I want this sperm, this vile seething torrent, I want every previous drop inside me! And I want his cock… oh merciful God, I want any cock! Please, I need one in me so bad! It's burning me up inside!
The flames of drug-induced desire had spread from the junction of her nakedly trembling thighs up the plane of her belly and into the very throbbing pink tips of her erect little nipples. She fondled them frantically with her fingers, then, lost completely now in her wild and sudden frantic passion, felt her own hand slide down inside her panties and begin to tenderly stroke the folds of warm, wet flesh around the achingly-tender clitoris. She felt her hotly quivering vaginal lips open of their own accord and a flood of her own passion juices seeping down the insides of her sleek upper thighs as she sucked hard, incredibly hard. She was sucking now because she wanted to. She wanted all of his hot viscous discharge to spurt down her throat, as if it somehow might quench the flames of animal wantonness that were raging so fiercely now in her belly. She swallowed in gushing, sloshing waves of savage hot fluid. Her arms were suddenly behind his thighs, holding his naked loins to her lips, then her fingers stroked his sinewy asscheeks, caressed his anus. An instant later, darting furtively, they were on his rapidly emptying testicles, caressing them, squeezing them delicately, until every last drop was drained into her throat. "You're finally there, you whore! Suck it like the slut you are, suck it!"
When Sarah finally managed to get her eyes opened and focused again, Hawkins had put his pants back on and was zipping up his pants. Suddenly she realized that her hand was still inside her own panties, that she was openly and wantonly fondling herself, but she couldn't stop. God, it feels so good! I'm so hot inside… so hot. I need a man inside me there, any man!
"P-Please…" Her lips were parched dry and the word came out like a dying gasp of someone lost on the desert in the burning sun. "Don't l-leave me like… like this," she begged, but he only laughed at her, sneering down at her as she writhed helplessly on the shag-carpeted floor.
"You've had all you're gonna' get for now, honey," he grinned evilly. "But I'll be back." And with that he opened the camper door and was gone.
Sarah felt the tears return to her eyes, but she didn't care any longer. Hurrying, frantic with all the frenetic passion of a teenager about to be made love to for the first time, she lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks from the floor and pulled her panties down her firm young thighs, over her supple calves, and tossed them aside. Gone now was that shred of decency she had retained… gone was any fragment of modesty or shame. Nothing mattered now but this burning agony up inside her that ached – screamed – for fulfillment. Her fingers spread the fleshy moist ridges of her cunt and found the quivering, nerve-packed bud of her clitoris. Her whole body snapped like the end of a bullwhip when she made that first electric contact. "Yes… oh dear God, yes!"
And through the half-covered kitchen window, three eagerly attentive faces watched with undisguised excitement as this ravenously beautiful young blonde brought herself up and over that delicious pinnacle of self-fulfillment. They watched, eyes wide with glee, as she arched off the floor, escaping her half-parted lips as one hand frantically rubbed through the moistness of her ravenous cleft and over the bud of her gleaming little clitoris; the fingers of her other hand were sunk deeply and satisfyingly up inside her hot, hungrily clasping vagina.
For a moment, no one even breathed outside the camper window. Then, Henry Hawkins finally spoke. "Don't worry… that little bit o' foolin' around won't hardly be enough. No sir, she's gonna' need a lot more tonight. A lot more!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I say we get on with it, dammit! We've waited long enough, Henry. Shit, she might have gotten over that dose of Spanish Fly you gave her and gone to sleep by now!" Al Badger was pacing the floor of his trailer like one of the caged animals, waving his arms, gesturing, walking back and forth until he had both his companions as nervous and high-strung as he.
"Oh, all right, Al," said Hawkins finally, getting out of his well-worn chair. "I can't take much more of your pacing anyhow. She oughta' be 'bout right by now. I guess I was a mite too soon before. It hadn't really took."
Gloria hah-hahed a questioning laugh. "She looked pretty much into it to me. From where we stood she seemed about to suck your guts out through that prick of yours. Or didn't you notice?"
"Oh, stop being a wise-ass, Gloria," snapped Hawkins. "You're just jealous 'cause she's better looking than you, that's all. It just sticks in your craw that Al and me are so damn fired up about fuckin' that sweet littl' thing, don't it? You'd rather we stayed here and put the meat to your ol' wornout ass, ain't that right?" he teased her viciously.
"No, not really," retorted the older blonde haughtily, "But maybe I'll get a bit of the action myself. There are other ways, you know. Haven't you guys heard of women's lib? We girls don't need you any more."
Henry and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd seen Gloria do just about anything you could think of with a man or an animal, but they'd never seen her go at it with another woman. Now this might be something really interesting, they were both thinking.