BRIDGING THE GAP-17
I'd just been raped by Sherriff Daly and his police K9 [Rocky] in the County Cemetery, and left behind on the ground like a murdered victim. My cunt and asshole was still throbbing sorely from the rapes as I pulled myself to my feet and walked [wobbly] back to the shelter of my car, parked along the drive...
"Miss...?" I heard someone call as I began to walk faster [my heels digging into the dirt, making impossible to walk straight]. "Miss...? Are you alright...?" asked the cemetery's young caretaker, running up on me just as I reached my car.
"I'm...I'm fine...!" I panted, trying not to look at him. I needed to sit down, to process what happened to me so I could figure out my next move...!
"Let me help you...!" he insisted, grabbing my car keys from my trembling hand.
I leaned against the side of the car while he unlocked and opened the door. "Here you go..." he offered politely, helping me into the back seat.
I took a seat, trying to compose myself, keeping my legs closed to keep the cum from dripping down my thighs. The caretaker crouched down in front of me to inspect my dirty knees and ripped stockings. "Looks like your knees got all scuffed up..." he said, brushing off the dirt.
"I uh..., I must've fallen..." I lied, trying to save face.
I felt him parting my legs...
"You seem to be dripping something between your legs..." he added, as I tried to lower my skirt. "...are you injured...?"
"No..., no, I'm fine...!" I insisted, trying to close my legs.
He forced my knees further apart, causing my skirt to rise higher, putting my pussy on display...
"I think I ought to check, don't you...?" he asked, shoving his hand into my crotch.
"OH...!" I gasped as his fingers plunged into my pussy.
"My my...you ARE wet down there...!" he said, pushing 3 fingers inside. "I saw the Sherriff and his DOGG fuck you before they left..." stated the man, shocking me [I had no idea someone saw us]. "...they really did a number on you, didn't they...?" he added sympathetically, shoving his thumb up my dripping asshole. "Even your asshole's dripping! I bet you're still hot for cock, aren't you...?" he asked.
I didn't know how to answer. I hesitated, until he stood up and started undoing his overalls...., letting his fat cock flop out into the open. "Why don't you suck my cock for me...?" he asked, pushing his erection into my face. "If you do a good job..., maybe I'll FUCK you...!"
I don't know why, but my body started to tingle all over at the thought of getting more cock. I had already been cunt fucked by a K9 and ass fucked by the Sherriff..., now I was growing horny for the cock of a cemetery caretaker! I felt his hand wrap about the back of my head [gripping my long hair], as he pulled me forward to suck his cock. I opened my mouth without protest, and allowed him to shove his 7 incher straight into my throat, burying my nose in his pubes as his cock lodged midway in my throat. He grabbed both sides of my head as he started to fuck my face. I could barely breathe as his cock sawed in and out of my mouth, pumping through my throat. I panted breathlessly as he moved my head back and forth along the length. I made sure to keep my teeth covered with my lips to keep from accidently scrapping his cock. I could feel him picking up pace and depth as he crouched forward to watch his cock fuck my painted face.
I recalled his promise to fuck me if I did a good job sucking his dick, so I attempted to swallow it every time he thrust inward...
"Oh wow..., you're such a great cocksucker..." he complimented, fucking my mouth.
I could feel spittle starting to drool from my lips, down over my chin, and drip down onto my cleavage. He gripped the back of my head by the hair and continued to face fuck me while shoving his free hand down my blouse, grabbing a handful of my breasts. I stretched my mouth down around his cock base and deep fucked my own throat on his tool while he palmed my tits. "Oh you're such a hot bitch...!" he panted, loving my suctioning mouth. "I need to fuck that pussy!" he announced, pushing me back off his rod.
I fell backward against the seat as he reached down and lifted my legs, exposing my pussy and well fucked asshole [cum drooling from both]. Pushing me up into the backseat, he climbed in on top of me and sank his cock into my wet cunt easily.
"Oooohhhh...!" I moaned, feeling his cock break through my vagina, plunging into my manmade womb before thrusting in and out of the elastic ring. I didn't even know his name, and here he was fucking me in the back of my mother's car, ramming his 7" wood straight through me as if we'd been dating for years.
With his overalls zipped open, his pants were still up, but I was able to see the black forest of hair in his crotch as I ripped open his button down shirt to reveal his thin muscled body and rippling abs. I couldn't help running my manicured hands all over his glistening torso as he continued to thrust into me. Lifting my legs onto his shoulder, I could feel his cock digging deeper. Just when I thought he might bust his load inside me, he yanked out of my cunt and shoved instantly into my asshole.
"URRHHH...!!" I grunted, feeling him breech my anus. Luckily I already had a load of Sherriff Daly's cum lubing my asshole, coating the caretaker's cock and allowing it to slide in and out of me easily.
"Oh god..." he groaned, feeling my well fucked anus suck his dick. "...you're such a hot piece of ass...! You're so fucking sexy...! I could fuck you forever...!" he hissed.
I said nothing as I lay there panting underneath him, taking the stranger's cock as his sweat started to drip down onto me. After a few minutes of fucking, he pulled out of my ass and flipped me over onto my hands and knees, then rammed back into my ass. I could feel his arms wrapped about my waistline, holding me in place as he fucked me desperately from behind. My tits had spilled out of my blouse, bouncing back and forth every time he thrust into me, causing my body to rock. He reached up and grabbed my tits as he lay across my back, causing me to fall face down in the backseat. Still on top of me, he fucked through my asshole with deep strokes, picking up the pace as he fucked.
"Oh baby..., you're SO HOT...!" he panted in my ear. "You're gonna make me CUM!"
I felt him pick up the pace 10fold, ramming through me so hard that I thought he might start a fire with the friction. He rammed in at the last second, thrusting full length inside me. "AARRRHHHH...!!" he screamed out loud, grinding against me hard. I could feel his straining cock swell and expand inside me, just before it started shooting thick gobs of cum into my ass, pulsating and throbbing madly.
I lay on my face, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck as he came deep inside me colon. He laid on top of me for a full minute, draining off inside me before pulling out and leaving me empty.
"Hi...., my name's Kirk..." he introduced [as if nothing ever happened], helping me out the car. "...what's your name?"
"Alex..." I answered, pulling my dress down and tucking my tits back into my bra.
"Nice to meet you, Alex...!" he said, holding out his hand.
Was he kidding? He just butt fucked the shit out of me, and now he's introducing himself as if we just met in the mall! "I'm sorry for how we met..., but I'm really GLAD I met you...! I'm hoping I might be able to see you again sometime...?" he asked. hopeful. I couldn't help laughing at the absurdity of it all, as I reached out and shook his hand [his cum dribbling out of my pulsating anus].
"Maybe..." I said, having enjoyed the fucking he gave me. "...do you have a number...?" I asked [what the hell...? A girl had to have options!].
Getting back in the car, I managed to drive myself back home, hoping to take a hot bath and douche that DOGG'S cum out of my cunt. I pulled up into the driveway to find Nick's car parked outside. `Oh god, not now...!' I thought, as I tried to fix my makeup.
"Alex...!" he called, walking up to my car. "Where the fuck've you been...? I've been calling and waiting..." he said before stopping in midsentence, getting a gander at my disheveled hair, smeared makeup, torn clothing, ripped stockings, and dirty knees...! "What HAPPENED to you...?!??" he asked, disgusted.
"Not now, Nick...!" I said [with attitude], slamming the car door.
Nick grabbed me by the arm...
"What the FUCK happened to you...?!?" he insisted. "WHERE'VE you been...??? WHO did this to you...??! Lester...??!"
"Get REAL!" I yelled, ripping my arm away as I walked up to the front door with my house key. "Lester's been a perfect gentlemen...! HE would never hurt me!"
"Then WHO did it...?!" asked Nick, hot on my heels.
"Sherriff Daly!" I told him. "He ambushed me...! Told me he KNEW something about me and LURED me into the cemetery where he..."
"Where he WHAT...?!" asked Nick, angrily.
"What do you THINK he did...?!" I asked.
"I'll fucking KILL him...!!" yelled Nick, blowing his stack.
For the first time [in a long time] I saw exactly HOW Nick felt about me! I must admit seeing him angry and ready to murder for MY SAKE was a turn on [I wanted him SO BADLY at that moment], but the last thing I needed was for Nick and Sherriff Daly to meet up and compare notes! How would Nick react once he discovered I was really Alexander Wilcox? A former MAN?
I had to calm him down...
"Nick..." I called, clinging to him as I forced him to look at me. "...I don't want you making it worse..."
"I won't make it worse..." promised Nick, nostrils flaring. "...I'll just BASH HIS FUCKING FACE IN...!"
"Nick PLEASE..." I begged. "...I don't want Lester finding out about this...!"
FUCK LESTER!" he yelled, determined.
"Nor Donna...!" I added, reminding him of his WIFE!
That calmed him down. "Let ME deal with Daly...!" I said, defusing the situation.
"Deal with Daly HOW...?" asked Nick, curiously.
"I don't know yet..." I said, sitting him down. "...but I have to get something ON him..., to keep him off my back!" I said, thinking. "Meanwhile..., WE need to keep a safe distance from each other...! He could be watching..., taking PICTURES of us to use as blackmail!"
"We could use my brother as a decoy..., like before...!" he suggested, back when he made his wife THINK Peter was my real-estate agent [chapter-11].
"Remember how THAT turned out...?" I asked him, making him recall how Peter fucked me!
"How else will we keep seeing each other...?" he asked, standing up. "I'm not ready to give you up..., not yet...!" he said, taking me in his arms. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to feel his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my body, my cunt, my ass, [anywhere!]..., but I knew I had to freshen up first...! There's NO WAY I was going to fuck him with doggy cum dripping from my body!
"We'll arrange something...!" I assured him, pushing him towards the door.
"When...?" asked Nick, reluctant to leave, his erection pushing out against his zipper.
"Soon...!" I promised. "I'll arrange a meeting with Peter...! But don't contact me again until I tell you the coast is clear!"
"Okay, okay..." conceded Nick, heading for the door. "...but you'd better arrange it SOON..., or I'm coming back here for what's MINE!"
"I promise!" I said, slamming the door shut behind him.
Just as the door shut, a strong cramp erupted in my gut. "UGH...!" I grunted as I bent over in physical pain. I wasn't sure what was happening to me...? It felt like I was having labor pains..., but there was NO WAY I could be pregnant...! Was there...?!
Just then a felt a rush of doggy cum gush from my vagina, pouring down my legs like a flood, pooling onto the floor between my feet. I fell back against the door feeling relieved...!
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