The kids were fast and they were desperate, which made it easier for them to handle the big man. The breath had been knocked out of him too, but he was recovering by the time they got his hands tied behind his back, using belts and Dallas’s tent rope.
Dallas came walking up the slope again, a knot on his head where it had thumped a rock, but without a bullet hole. Faces popped out of the trees, and voices wanted to know what the hell. Joey hollered back at them that it was okay, but some of the kids kept coming while others drifted back to the picnic.
Angel and Blythe and Susan Lee, Marty Brooke and two other guys, another girl Dallas recognized as, Betsy Paulter. They came to see, to help, to do whatever they could.
“Now or later,” Collins muttered. “I’ll get to you somehow.”
Kathy started to cry, and Angel said, “Be ashamed man! I don’t know what we’re going to do about you, but it’ll be something. Come on, Kathy-don’t let him hassle you. He sneaked on by before anybody got a good look at him, but when the guys did, they chased after him. Just in time I guess.”
And Joey said, “You alright right Mr. Bradburn?”
“Fine,” Dallas answered, a little shaky.
“Sit down, and cool it,” Marty suggested, a Polaroid camera passing nervously from one hand to the other.
Angle saw it too. She said softly, “Hey, now.”
Dallas could see her mind turning over, could feel the idea germinate in his own head as well as hers. Angel was a sharp girl, and it was coming to her fast. He wondered if it would work, if the others would cooperate, because they sure as hell had to do something. Collins was beyond logic now, and if he didn’t try to press charges of statutory rape, he might still try to shoot holes in Dallas.
“Hey, now,” Angel repeated. “Since Mr. Collins here likes to collect pictures, he ought to be in some himself.”
And Joey Nottingham breathed, “Yeah, yeah that should do it. Hang him up so he can’t hassle Mr. Bradburn.”
Kathy said suddenly through her tears, “Damned right! Come on, I’m all for it, and I’ll do, the first with it too.”
“You’d better hurry then,” Angel said, “because I’ve got some swinging ideas.”
She began to slip out of her jeans, and said to Betsy Paulter, “Since you’re kind of new Betsy, maybe you ought to stand lookout, you and the other new guys.”
She was bare-assed when she finished talking, and she flung her thin shirt aside as if it had been choking her all this time.
Collins stared bug-eyed. “What-what the hell are you-Kathy! Kathy, stop that this instant girl-you-she…“
His daughter was only a fraction behind the black girl in getting undressed, and as Dallas watched, he saw Collins gaze fixed at Kathy, his face red and his mouth hanging open. The stasis held for only a fleeting millisecond, but it was long enough to read the shock in the man’s face.
Craig Collins was seeing his young, seductive daughter completely naked as he must have imagined her so many times in his mind’s eye. The jolt unnerved him, fanned powerfully through his system and held him cast, but only for that eye blink in time. Then he tore his eyes away from her gleaming body and forced himself to look down at the earth.
Angel said, “you just stay there awhile. You’re too shook right now, so I’ll start him off. Undress him.”
Collins’s head snapped up again. “You’ll what? Damn you, you little bitch…“
“That’s right, Mister Charley,” Angel said. “And I’m about to show you what a bitch I can be. But you know what? You’re not my daddy, and I know damned well what you want. And you’re going to get it mister. You know something else?
You’ll swing with it, all the way.”
Joey Nottingham laughed. “Sic him, baby.”
She grinned back at him as she worked on Collins’s shirt, but when he tried to kick at her, she said sharply: “Knock off that shit! One more kick and you’ll have the biggest balls in the state, but you’ll wish you didn’t.”
Marty and Eric got the man’s legs, and his pants came off easily, as did his shorts. His cock was hanging there flaccid, but it was an amazing length, even soft. Dallas looked up to see Kathy staring at her father’s prick.
Angel said, “Get that camera going, but wait until he’s wiggling good. That won’t take long.”
Collins choked it out, “No-no-not in front of… no, damn you!”
They held him down and Angel started to work on him. Collins had a chunky, hairy body, and she teased him without mercy, rubbing her hard nippled tits into his shaggy chest, kissing him on the mouth and humping her furry mound along his shaft. Dallas saw Collins attempt to resist but his body betrayed him, and slowly, slowly, that cock began to rise.
As it lifted, Angel moved down his writhing helpless body. With his hands tied behind him and his ankles securely held by school athletes, Collins didn’t have a chance.
“Wow,” Angel breathed in honest awe, as she dipped her face into his lower belly and saw the size of his swelling rod. “Look at that monster. Man oh man-I didn’t know a prick grew that big, but I’m not complaining.”
Collins made strangled noises as she licked his belly button and nipped the hairy insides of his muscled thighs. Angel played with that gigantic cock fingering along its distended veins, stroking the mammoth hardness. Just before she kissed the trembling head she said, “Focus that camera so you get his face in and what I’m doing to him. You can cut off the guys holding his feet. Okay- here I go!”
“Uh-uh-UH!” Collins groaned as she licked over his huge cockhead, as her quick and facile tongue lapped away the leakage of his pre-seminal fluid.
Dallas stared as the girl did a masterful job on the man’s monstrous prick, tantalizing Collins into near insanity. His belly rolled and his thighs trembled, and she opened her lips wide to take in that glistening knob.
Dimly, Dallas was aware of the camera clicking, and knew that pictures were being taken of this action. Collins could be neatly and permanently framed with such raw photos; mailed to his s board cohorts, copies of them could ruin forever in the community.
But the head job Angel was giving the man was tremendous, and evidently Collins had never had one before. He was heaving and biting his lips, and when he gave a sudden upward lunge, his balls jerked in a spasm.
Angel gulped and sucked, but the long withheld load of geysering semen was too much for her mouth and throat to take. It was a huge ejaculation, and the overflow spurted from the corners of the girl’s mouth, thick creamy globules that ran over her chin and down between her tits.
“Damn!” somebody said in a hoarse whisper, and Dallas silently agreed.
Angel jerked her head back, tongue licking at her lips. Huskily she said, “Kathy baby-now you take him. Quick while all that come is making his cock slippery. If it doesn’t stay greasy, you’ll never get all that hardmeat in your little pussy.”
The mail’s head was thrown back, and his eyes were rolling. His face worked, and he seemed to be trying to say something, but Kathy was walking toward the supine body of her father as if she were a robot programmed for that movement and nothing more. Dallas was fascinated by the hypnotic appearance of the girl, by the way she stared glassy-eyed down at the huge shaft.
She put one foot on each side, of him and stood swaying there while Eric focused the camera again. She lowered her body then, bending slowly at the knees. So small, Dallas thought, so very small and dainty. When she was kneeling, the head of her father’s heavy pole already, prodded into her crotch, nudged into the sunset color of that silky pubic hair.
Collins managed to grate out: “No, no, no…”
Kathy didn’t even hear him. Mesmerized, she used both small hands to take his prick and bend it down slightly. Then hiked her ass just enough and guided that huge cockhead into the humid entrance of her labia.
It wouldn’t go, Dallas thought; that ugly, swollen thing couldn’t penetrate such a mini-cunt, not without tearing the gorgeous little thing wide open.