"Yeah, good and hot… just like your cousin," Bobby said, wiping his lips and offering the bottle to Patty.
She winced, turning her face away.
"Too good for a little booze, eh?" Jack said, taking the bottle away and swigging down another gulp of the burning liquor.
Patty stiffened. "If your parents knew what…"
"And they won't… 'less somebody tells 'em. And I already told you what'd happen if they found out, right?" Jack said, glancing angrily at her, then moving his eyes back to the road.
In a moment he found a semi-circular copse of elms to the left of the road. Slowing the pickup, Jack drove the vehicle off the two-lane highway.
"Why are we stopping here?" Patty asked nervously, clasping her hands to her tits.
"Come on, baby, gotta warm you up for the hayride," Bobby said, reaching over and stroking her thighs with one hand.
Patty shivered, feeling those wild rushes of sexuality rushing through her cunt. Jack moved around, reaching over and starting to unbutton her shirt. Patty made feeble attempts to ward off their advances. But she was neither in a mood nor a condition to succeed in that effort. Heat concentrated in the wet, furry hole between her legs. Moving her legs to one side, she felt her cuntlips rub against one another, making her sigh. Bobby's hand slipped down to her tits, cupping one of them while Jack fumbled with the top snap of her jeans.
"Shit, we can't fuck 'er in here. Come on. You take care of her first while I finish the booze," Jack said, fishing out the bottle again while Bobby opened the truck door and dragged Patty out.
The girl struggled weakly as he held her by both wrists and towed her behind one of the trees. She kicked at him once, lost her balance, then tumbled on her ass on a thick carpet of leaves. Bobby was quick to take advantage, throwing himself on top of the screaming girl and slapping her twice, muttering he'd strangle her if she made any more moves like that.
Beaten again, Patty said nothing as he stripped her naked, piling her clothes to the side. I'll lay here like a corpse! They can do anything to me, but I won't feel a thing.
It was only a game she was playing with herself. Of course she'd feel something. She was feeling something right now. While Bobby fucked her, drilling his cock like an oil drill into her sloshing cunt, Jack stayed in the car, smoking and drinking the liquor.
This time Bobby was rough. But she was so hot then she didn't know the difference between good fucking and this.
"Ughhhhhh!"
Bobby thrust rapidly, unevenly, driving his dick in and out of her snatch. Unlike the former evening there was no wind to chill her flesh. Still Patty shivered as her body twisted and thrashed on the loose carpet of leaves. Oh, how uncomfortable she was! Her back was so numb she could barely feel the pile-driving thrusts. Yet, her body trembled with the force of his fucking. Thinking of the comfort of her aunt's house, she turned her head and let out a sob.
Her cry excited Bobby.
"You think this is bad? Is that what you're thinking? Well, Jack and I and the others are gonna hurt you a lot more," he said, pumping and hunching his thighs.
She felt his fingers digging into her arms. Throwing back his head, Bobby let out a high-pitched yowl that sounded like a coyote. He was cumming, spraying her pussy with his jizz.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Oh, it was far too soon! Patty clawed at his arms, kicking him with her feet, dragging up her ass, feeling the pressure against her clit easing as his dick softened.
"She cold?" Jack shouted from the pickup as Bobby stumbled to his feet and zipped up.
"Yeah!"
"Well, I got somethin' that'll warm 'er up," Jack said, climbing out of the vehicle and staggering up to them.
He was a little drunk. Jack gripped the bottle by the bottom and dropped to his knees. Bobby sank behind her, holding her arms back while Jack narrowed his eyes, aimed, and then slipped the long glass neck of the bottle into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!"
She threw back her head, raising her ass, then letting it fall back as the smooth cold glass slipped into her cunt. It was revolting! Throwing her shoulders back, spreading her legs, snapping her head from side to side, Patty felt Jack fucking her with that little faster and faster.
"Go on, baby! Fuck it out! Pretend it's my dick reamin' you out, makin' you cum," Jack muttered through his clenched teeth.
The girl groaned, twisting her hips from side to side, feeling the glass hitting first one cuntlip, then the other. Jack corkscrewed the bottle, pushing it in deeper and deeper until she cried out, screaming she couldn't take it any more.
"So, you got limits after all, eh?" Jack said, chuckling. "Well, I ain't gonna shove no more of this in you. So come on, bitch, fuck it."
Patty cried out, looking at her cousin, then at Bobby. She had no choice. She moved her hips slowly at first. Then gradually she moved around faster and faster as the coldness warmed in her cunt. Closing her eyes, she thought about what Jack had said. Yes, it was a cock… a hard, hot thick cock reaming in and out of her pussy. She groaned, her thighs tensing, alternately chilling and heating as her ass danced over the dry leaves. Dirt clung to her sweaty flesh as she fucked the bottle harder and faster. Oh, oh, it was sooooo good!
"Ugnh!"
Patty thought of the bottle drilling her cunt now.
Yes, she didn't have to fantasize about dicks. Just the thought of having her pussy being rammed by this cold empty liquor bottle was enough to turn her on. Her nostrils flared. Her big tits jiggled.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she breathed.
"Fuck, fuck," Jack and Bobby chorused, watching Patty in fascination as she took over the fucking of the bottle. Juice ran out of her hole, making the dark cool brown glass slick. Her clit bristled, alive now with wild lust.
"Ughhh… ah… uhhhh!"
Patty jerked her hips, raising her ass and fucking the bottle like a maniac. Jack fell on her, gripping her tits and sucking them.
Bobby went wild. He slapped her across the face, then dropped his pants again and shoved his cock in her mouth. Patty had never done that before. But now it seemed the most natural thing. She didn't have to work at it. She felt Bobby's cockhead ramming against the sides of her cheeks, making them puff out while his balls slapped against her cheeks. Patty wasn't sure whether he was going to shoot off or not. At times his prick grew soft, then stiffened again when she let out a particularly sexy, low growl.
The sharp taste of cum in her mouth, the rough hands on her tits, and the steady throbbing of the bottle in her pussy forced her over the edge. Her pussy muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. The bottle bobbed. Her clit swelled to bursting and exploded. The force of her orgasm pushed the bottle out of her snatch, leaving her high and dry. She clawed at the men in desperation to intensify her climax.
CHAPTER NINE
"She's a little whore. She really is," Bobby said, zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in.
"Yeah, guess it runs in the family. Wonder what happened to our folks," Jack commented wryly, slipping her shirt over her shoulders.
That was all she was good for, Patty told herself. Jack and Bobby said so over and over again – fucking machine. She was a woman who could never get enough. She was always going to chase men, always going to beg them to fuck her. No matter how many times they fucked her, she'd always ask for more. A bottomless pit. She nearly laughed as she slipped her Levi's back on and zipped up, walking to the truck. Just a few days ago she wouldn't have believed this possible.
"Let's go. Lots to do," Jack said, opening the door and sliding in.
Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died.
"Let's go, man. We're late," Bobby said, checking his watch.
Jack turned on the ignition, then drove the car back onto the road, rubbing his crotch all the way. Once or twice he glanced over at Patty and smiled. Something was in the wind, something that would be the capstone in her sexual escapades.