"When – how did you get aboard?" she asked with a quiver in her voice.
The more they feasted with yearning eyes, the more uncomfortable she felt. She knew they weren't on the boat when the old man was showing them around.
Doolie grinned. "We thought it was the most safe place to be when you and that clit sucking woman started smashing up the dock."
"I guess we should have stopped," Janey said, "like stopped the boat… filled out an accident report, or something."
"Why?" Judd asked bluntly. "They'd only give you a ration of shit!"
"And you paid for insurance when you rented the boat!"
"But won't the cops or somebody come after us?"
"Maybe – but there's at least a hundred boats on the lake exactly, like this one. It's going to take a hell of a long time to check them all."
"I see…" Janey could read in Judd's eyes what he planned to do at least part of that time.
Standing naked before them taught Janey something she'd never suspected of herself. There was another side to her nature too. It was so easy to be brash and frankly sexy with young guys at school. Most of them were so immature they didn't do anything but drool and have wet dreams about her.
When Stan got fed up with her teasing, she'd had her first real taste of what a man was like. And now she thought with a nervous shiver, she was about to learn even more – perhaps more than she wanted to know.
"How old are you?" Doolie asked. Despite an air of womanly appeal, she looked mighty young and even a little timid – at least she did now trying so hard to cover her naked body.
"I'm eighteen," she said.
"If you're eighteen, I'll eat my boot," Doolie said.
"But not a tender young virgin." The way Judd said it, he knew. It wasn't a question.
"Er, no."
"You had anything up your ass beside the spoke of that wheel?" he wondered.
"Aaah, yeah." She was starting to feel like an animal on the auction block. The look of fear flashed in her soft blue eyes.
"Looks like we'll have to go some to do what ain't been done before," Judd said to his brother, spreading the width of his leering grin as he pondered the possibilities.
If Janey had kept the look of a total wanton, she might have put them off.
But as her ripe young body began to tremble, Doolie found himself little troubled by her false sophistication. And Judd wasn't bothered at all.
"I'll bet she's never ridden double," he said in a calm, almost too casual voice.
"You mean two at once? No, I never did that…" And, damn it, I'm not going to start now, she was thinking, wondering how – or IF – she could escape from this wild pair.
Judd read her darting glances with less trouble than he had reading the daily news. When Janey whirled and sprang toward the door, his huge body moved with astonishing speed. He completely blocked the narrow frame before she got halfway there.
Doolie scrambled to his feet and maneuvered from behind, wetting his lips with anxious flicks of his tongue as he studied the cleft of her shapely ass.
Doolie had a raging desire to fuck ass. It began with his sister, the youngest of the Simpson kids. Growing up as they had on the bank of the river far from town, she was the only pretty young thing around when his cock started to swell with the heat of manhood. And on the ranch, they'd both watched the old bull ride young heifers. It all seemed so natural to them.
But their mother saw Doolie leading his sister into the barn, and she threw a fit. He was at least twice the size of that wiry little woman, but she grabbed an old two-pronged wooden pitchfork and knocked him to the ground before he could even turn around.
Then she rammed the fork deep in the dirt floor of the barn with one tine on each side of his neck, pinning him like she would have a snake.
"Don't you ever dare touch your sister's cunt!" she screamed. "I'll cut your Goddamned cock off if you do!" And then she horsewhipped him until he could hardly stand.
Doolie grinned, and his thoughts wandered, but his eyes never strayed from the crack of Janey's tight little ass. His mother had never said a word about that, so his sister was still technically a virgin when she married the preacher in town. They had two kids already and another on the way. And that old preacher thought his young wife was so innocent and pure. He didn't know of the hundred or so times Doolie had shot his cum in her little ass.
Judd glared down at Janey's little golden-haired cunt and began stripping off his clothes, scattering sweaty garments left and right in his frenzy to free his huge cock. He just loved tight young pussy. He could never get enough of it, because after a few fucks with his pussy-splitting ram, no cunt stayed tight or felt young for very long.
Janey gulped when she saw his cock leap out of his tattered, sweat-dampened shorts. His prick throbbed with lust. She could see his pulsebeat in thick blue veins that laced the shaft of his prick, almost feel the power of his huge, swollen prickhead.
"She acts like she never even saw a real cock before," Judd said with a taunting sneer.
Janey took a step backward, cowering from the enormous red cock in front of her. But behind her, she could hear the pop of buttons being ripped open and the rasp of a zipper.
"Ooooh, God!" she cried. "Mommy! Oh, mommy – come quick!"
"She will when it's her turn," Judd said. "Right now, I don't think she can hear you. That engine makes an awful noise when it's revved the way it is now."
"That bitch with the black hair is really hauling ass," Doolie said. She couldn't help catching the strange twist he put on the last word.
"Shit!" Janey said as she tried to get around Judd for the door. He side-stepped, grabbed her hand and spun her back. Now Doolie's cock loomed before her eyes – half of an almost perfectly matched pair.
"It don't matter shit to me whether you get it coming or going," he said. He loved the way her tits bounced, quivering with mounting fear. And her tangle of golden cunt hair looked as sweetsmelling as the straw he remembered in the old barn.
"Moooooother!" Janey screamed. But she got no reply. All she could hear was the racing beat of her heart and the throaty engine roar.
Judd pushed her toward Doolie's outstretched arms, but she managed to swerve, stumbling, and made a dash for the narrow hall leading forward to the cabins and the front of the boat. She almost made it. Doolie was so charmed by her sultry young body that he was almost a split second slow.
He shot out a strong hand as she went by and caught her silky blonde hair.
"Yyyyaaack!" she cried as he hauled her back, almost dragging her off her feet by his fearsome strength.
"We'd best tie her up," Judd said. "I'm not sure she's really wanting one big cock… and I can see for sure she ain't ready for two."
In her flight, Janey had dropped the pieces of her string bikini. Judd scooped them up and tested the strength of the narrow bands. "I'd rather have rope… but for now, this'l have to do."
They dragged her toward the long couch that was covered with soft, leather-like plastic material. It felt chilling cold against her skin when they combined their strength to push her down flat on her back.
"Bastards!" she screamed.
It was the garage scene with Stan all over again, but now in a kind of horrible double vision. The men's cocks bobbed and throbbed almost in unison.
"We can't both fuck her if she's flat on her back," Doolie said.
"You're right, let's flip her on her side." They did that with almost no effort at, all. Her young body was like a lump of soft putty in their massive hands. They mauled her tits and pawed her tapered thighs while pitching her on her side facing the back of the couch.
"You tie her feet," Judd said. "I'll do her wrists."