"Is that true?" he asked of nobody in particular.
Tommy nodded eagerly. At least, he figured, he couldn't be blamed for something all bad if his mother had taught it to him.
Thatcher was struck silent for just a moment. Then he snarled, "Come on!" and gathered all the kids and headed into the woods.
Sally woke staring into what looked like the snarling face of an absolute stranger. "What… how… did you get into my cabin?" She couldn't even sit up. She was naked under the sheet and she was frightened that the view or even the hint of her naked flesh would turn the man into one of those perverted sex fiends she read about.
"Madam," Thatcher growled, "I caught your two boys raping my daughters in the asshole. Raping!"
Without thinking about it, Sally sat bolt upright in the bed and gasped. The sheet fell off her chest revealing her small, but full, red-budded breasts. Her hands went to her crotch and clutched at the sudden feeling of emptiness that whistled coldly in her cunt.
Sally was in shock and Thatcher intended to take as much advantage of it as he could. She was in no position to complain and he was delighted that she was a good-looking broad.
In his pants, he felt his cock grow another inch when it was already painfully long and rigid. The situation excited him.
"You… you… must be mistaken," Sally stuttered at him.
Thatcher shook his head and motioned Tommy and John forward. The two boys stood at the edge of the bed, their heads downcast, their little white penises white and dangling as they tacitly admitted that what he said was true – they had done what he said they did.
Sally was frozen with fear. If he reported it the children could be treated as common criminals. Even if she wasn't implicated in their sexual corruption, they would be treated horribly. Her babies…
"The… children… were just… being playful," she alibied lamely.
Ron Thatcher just shook his head mournfully. "Threatening to hit my girl in the mouth if she didn't submit? That's being playful?"
"Well…" Sally didn't know what to say, then she noticed the way the strange man was looking at her boobs. "Mr… uh… what's your name? Mine's Sally Dexter. Mrs. Dexter!" She held out her hand.
Ron stared at Mrs. Dexter and almost laughed. She was so cool that he almost couldn't believe it. When she held out her hand and he took it and shook it, her tit bobbled enticingly. He wanted to fuck her then more than he'd ever wanted to fuck anybody.
"Suck my dick," he said. His hand squeezed hers as he said it.
Sally looked at him incredulously but his face didn't change.
"Suck my dick," he repeated, "or I'm going to file a complaint with the police. It's that simple. It's up to you, what you're going to do."
Sally was wordless as she watched his hand open the front of his fly and let his cock pop out. It was long and thick and hard, dark colored with blue veins under the antique ivory color of the skin. The head was purplish red almost a bruised color. And it looked hyper-sensitive, as if it was ready to fuck anything anywhere.
"Well," he said. "Make up your mind. This or the cops." His fingers wrapped around his cock and pointed it accusingly at her.
What choice did Sally have? None! She'd known what her answer would be the moment she heard his fantastic offer of a deal. She had to give in. There was no other way, and if that meant sucking his repulsive cock, then suck it she would and be damned.
Nervously Sally leaned forward in the bed and Ron reacted by grabbing her hair and pulling her over on her back. She wound up lying on her back staring up at his cock as he guided it down toward her sensuous full lips. Her heart was beating fast as it happened.
When the warm cock head touched her mouth, Sally gave up the struggle. She wasn't waiting any longer for a miracle to save her. She knew what had to be done. She had to do as she said she would.
Her mouth opened and his cock slid in inch by inch, thrilling him as her lips caressed it with joyful feeling. She was sucking as he pushed and the combination of forces made him giddy with sexual feeling.
Sally almost choked as it went in. She hadn't thought her mouth was deep enough to swallow it. She knew she'd gag and choke and throw up. But she didn't do any of those things. Man's pecker was just like her little sons', only a lot bigger.
Seeing that her mouth was full, Ron smiled and said, "I didn't introduce myself. My name is Ron Thatcher." Then he leaned forward and buried his face in the beautiful red chestnut bush between Sally's creamy thighs. His tongue lanced out and stroked her cunt and made it quiver.
Sally gasped at the sudden feel of a man's tongue invading her crotch. It was a sensation she liked, but not when it was accompanied by his cock shoved down her throat. Distastefully she sucked and stroked his cock with her tongue, making him enjoy it even if she didn't.
That, she told herself, was what has to be done to get out of this.
Ron's tongue had slid down between the thick lips of her cunt, bunching them up on either side so that he could switch his mouth from left to right and suck on one and then the other. At the same time he ground his hips down, dipping his cock in the hot well of her mouth. Slowly his hips started their regular cadence, fucking her sucking mouth with short, regular strokes.
Sally moaned around his cock. She had just felt Ron's tongue slipping into her cunt and filling her and overflowing her. His chin rubbed against her sensitive clitoris and despite herself she began to enjoy being tongue fucked while sucking in the man's dick.
It's all right, with a stranger, she admitted grudgingly to herself. But suppose Hal wanted to do it. I couldn't. It's degrading and… and I couldn't bear to touch his filthy thing. Sally shivered, imagining Hal forcing his pee cock in her mouth, forcing her to suck on it until he came and filled her lips with his seed. It was unendurable.
But at the same time she was eagerly sucking at this Ron Thatcher's cock. She had to because she faced something worse if she didn't. So she knew she might as well enjoy it as much as possible. He wanted her to enjoy it, she told herself, or he wouldn't have been doing such a good job of sucking her cunt.
Fortunately for Sally, she couldn't read Ron's mind. He sucked her cunt because it got him off, it excited him. The most exciting thing to him at the moment was that he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to, and expression of distaste or repulsion would have meant only that he would have enjoyed his pseudo-rape even more than he was, if that were possible.
Ron's face lifted and dove as his tongue wove around the sides of Sally's sensitive twat. He loved the smell of her pussy, musky and heavy like a too-strong perfume.
The sounds of his cock plunging in and out of Sally's mouth turned Ron on too. She sucked and slurped at his dick. Her lips wrapped wetly around it and when he heaved in and out she fought it, gasping for breath or moaning her own response to the things his mouth was doing to her twat.
She was heaving up and saying, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," around the sausage of his prick driven into her mouth.
She was tingling like a tuning fork despite her revulsion against Ron's penis. Darkly she suspected that she would have enjoyed any man's, but she fought accepting such a thought as being foul.
I'm not a fucking whore, she protested in her mind as she sucked heavily on Ron Thatcher's pistoning cock. I can't do these dirty things that men expect me to do. They're unnatural, perverted. She moaned as his tongue darted into her innermost crack and opened her up to his oral love making.
She was jerking like a guitar string. She wished she could get him to play with her breasts. That's what she wanted, she told herself, because it would turn him on and make him cum faster so they could get it over with.
For the first time, she thought of what would happen when he finally came. There would be the explosion of white cum in her mouth, flooding her throat. She'd have to swallow as fast as she could, drinking it down in unseeming haste.