Horny hostage

CHAPTER THREE

Deep in the backwoods in the hills of West Virginia Bambi Starr went from stud-boy to stud-boy in a vain attempt to appease her seething pussy. Her cunt's next stop was at the disk of a man named Gary Goodlein.

The country slut was wandering through the woods that day in just her tee-shirt and cut-offs, when she ran into Gary Goodlein, who was out running his hunting dogs.

"Hi there, Bambi."

"Hi Mr. Goodlein."

"Call me Gary."

"Hi, Gary!"

"You out looking for some action?" Gary Goodlein asked.

"Yup."

"I'm just about through running these dogs," Gary Goodlein said.

"Oh?"

"You want to go back to my shack with me?" Gary Goodlein said.

"What have you got in mind, handsome?" Bambi Starr said.

"I thought maybe we could snap off a quick fuck," Gary Goodlein said.

"Does it have to be quick?" the diminutive female questioned.

"I promise I will make it as long as possible," Gary Goodlein said.

"Let's go."

"I sure do like your hunting dogs," Bambi Starr said.

"They like you too. They can play with us also if you like."

"Ooooooh, do you own DIRTY hunting dogs?" Bambi Starr said.

"Yeah. They can play adult games," Gary Goodlein exclaimed.

Gary Goodlein took Bambi Starr to his shack. The dogs gathered around.

"You mind if I get out of these clothes?" Bambi Starr said.

"Not at all. I have to go get the jar of honey," Gary Goodlein said.

"Honey?"

"I am going to rub it on you and then you are going to get on the floor," Gary Goodlein said.

"The hunting dogs are going to lick the honey away?" Bambi Starr said.

"Yes, they will lick the honey away enthusiastically," he said.

"Dynamite! Where are you going to put the honey?" Bambi Starr said.

"On your nipples…"

"Ummmmmmmmmm…"

"On your cunt…"

"Ohhhhhhhh."

"Anywhere you like."

"On my asshole too?"

"Sure."

Bambi Starr was naked. Gary Goodlein smeared honey on her nipples. She moaned. The hounds gathered around – tails wagging.

"My cunt," she said.

She stood with her feet apart. Gary Goodlein rubbed honey up and down Bambi Starr's cunt lips. The country slut groaned.

"Push some of the honey up inside my cunt," Bambi Starr said.

Gary Goodlein used his middle finger to penetrate her.

"Oooooooh, push your finger all the way inside me," Bambi Starr said.

Gary Goodlein wiggled his finger around and then pulled out.

"Now do my asshole, my asshole," Bambi Starr said urgently.

She turned her back to him and he pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Ummmmmm," the pretty little girl said as he slapped honey on her bung.

"Push some of the honey up inside that hole too!" she said.

Gary Goodlein pushed honey right up into Bambi Starr's colon.

"Now you are all ready for the dogs," Gary Goodlein exclaimed.

The man pulled his finger all the way out of her bung hole.

"Okay," Bambi Starr said and got down on the floor, holding her ass cheeks up off the floor with her hands and feet.

Bambi Starr felt doggie tongues all over her.

On her nipples. On her cunt. On her ass.

In her cunt.

In her ass.

Gary Goodlein's dogs licked at Bambi Starr's honey-covered spots until they were all clean. The doggie tongue inside Bambi Starr's pussy made her come, the pretty little girl came hard!

"Now it is my turn, stay on the floor," Gary Goodlein said.

"Right," Bambi Starr said as Gary Goodlein pulled put his dick.

"Now you are going to get fucked and you are going to get fucked good."

"Yes, please," the diminutive female said with surprising politeness.

The country slut spread her thighs further apart at that moment. Gary Goodlein mounted her. He lipped his cock in her.

"Ummmmmmmmm," Bambi Starr said, closing her eyes with pleasure.

"The inside of your cunt feels so good on my cock," Gary Goodlein said.

The backwoods tramp placed her hands on the sides of Gary Goodlein's hips.

"All the way in, all the way in my cunt," Bambi Starr said.

They began to fuck. Their loins slapped together. Bambi Starr moaned louder and louder. She screamed as she came.

Bambi Starr tried to lock Mommy in her room while she had a young man named Ernest Whitson over, but Mommy wouldn't go.

"Your dates like me," Mommy said.

"It doesn't make no difference. It ain't fair," Bambi Starr said.

Ernest Whitson was standing right there with a smile on his face.

"Ernest, do you mind if Bambi's Mommy watches?" Mommy asked.

"No, ma'am, not at all," Ernest Whitson said with a small bow.

"Okay, okay, what you want to do?" Bambi asked Ernest.

"I want you to give me a hand-job!" Ernest Whitson exclaimed.

"That's all?" Bambi Starr asked – sounding slightly disappointed.

"Ummmmm, I love the way you give hand jobs," Ernest Whitson said.

"Have I given you a hand job before?" Bambi Starr said.

"You don't remember?" Ernest Whitson questioned with a frown.

"Sorry, I am a very busy girl," the pretty little girl said.

"You work hard to earn your reputation," Ernest Whitson said.

"You are a chip off the old cunt, Bambi," Mommy exclaimed.

"Shut up, Mommy," the diminutive female with a sharp intonation.

"You gave me a really good hand-job. Remember? I told you I thought most girls were too rough, and sometimes they tore the little skin beneath the head of my dick."

"Oh, yeah."

"You greased my cock with chicken grease and then jerked me off."

"I remember now. You shot about a quart of jism," Bambi Starr said.

"I have been saving my seed up ever since," Ernest Whitson said.

"Kidding?"

"Nope."

"In that case I had better hurry and get you out of your misery," she said.

"Yes, please."

Ernest Whitson pulled down his drawers and his boner popped out.

"Ummmmmmm, I can see you are ready for it," Bambi Starr said.

The backwoods tramp left to get the chicken grease and Mommy crawled over to Ernest Whitson and began to suck his cock.

"Ummmmmm, you suck great for an old bag," Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr re-entered the room and saw what was going on.

"Mommy! Mommy! You, cut that out!" the pretty little girl said.

Mommy pulled her mouth off of Ernest Whitson's purple cock head.

"Leave him to me. I want to make him come," Bambi Starr said.

"Okay, okay, okay, bitch," Bambi Starr's drunken Mommy said.

Bambi Starr tenderly smeared the chicken grease on Ernest Whitson's dick.

"Can I take your cock head in my mouth at the end?" Bambi Starr said.

"You want me to shoot my wad in your mouth?" Ernest Whitson asked.

"Yeah, of course," Bambi Starr said, furrowing her brow a bit.

Bambi Starr began to pump her fist up and down the shaft of Ernest Whitson's cock.

"You are going too fast," Mommy said.

"Oh?" Bambi Starr said, looking back over her shoulder at her mother.

"You have to start out slow and pick up the pace," Mommy said.

"Your Mommy is right, Bambi," Ernest Whitson said with a shiver.

"Very well, live and learn," Bambi Starr said with a sigh.

"His come will feel better if you make him wait for it," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr started out jerking off Ernest Whitson's cock slow.

"Yeah, that's the ticket, yeah," Ernest Whitson said with a sigh.

"You ought to listen to your mother more often," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr steadily picked up the pace of her jerking motion.

"You are making it feel better and better and better," he said.

"You are going to make him shoot the goo!" Mommy exclaimed.

"I can feel his cock spasming against my hand," the girl said.

"You are going to make me come! Ohhhhhhhh!" Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr took Ernest Whitson's cock in her mouth just in time.

"Coming! Owwwwwwww! Owwwwwwww!" Ernest Whitson screamed loudly.

Bambi Starr felt Ernest Whitson's jism flood her sweet mouth.

"Drink down my nasty dogwater!" Ernest Whitson screamed.

Franklin Prattford was next on Bambi Starr's list of lovers.

"I am so horny I'm about ready to die," Franklin Prattford said.

"You sure as hell came to the right place," Bambi Starr said.

Franklin Prattford came right up to the Starr's front door for it!

"If you won't do it, you Mommy sure as hell will," he said.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll do it," Bambi said.

"Where is the old drunken bag, anyway?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"The old drunken bag passed out in the outhouse," Bambi said.

"You want me to haul her ass out of there?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"No, thanks. Let her wake up with a ring on her ass," Bambi said.

"You want to teach the old hag a lesson, Bambi?" the man asked.

"That's right. She's going to drink herself into her grave."

"She's been like that ever since your Daddy ran off, huh?"

"Yup. Guess that's what happens when your heart is broken."

"So, let's get down to some good fucking," Franklin Prattford said.

"I hear you. I ain't got banged yet today," Bambi Starr said.

"It is one o'clock in the afternoon," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have been trying to cut back on my fucking," she said.

"I don't believe the words I am hearing," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have to admit though, I diddled myself this morning."

"You are an addict, face it," Franklin Prattford said, laughing.

"It is true. I can't get enough orgasms," she said.

"It is a pity really. It is kind of sad," he said.

"What makes you say an awful thing like that?" she said.

"You can never know true satisfaction, can you?" he said.

"No, I suppose, I suppose I can't," Bambi Starr stammered.

"That's a shame. You may never be happy," Franklin Prattford said.

"I find happiness in the pursuit of happiness," the girl said.

The cute little slut and Franklin Prattford got completely nude.

"Ummmmmmmmm, I sure do love that pecker of yours," she said.

"My cock loves you. See? The stiff guy is waving hello."

"Maybe the stiff guy wants me to shake hands with him, huh?"

"Maybe," Franklin Prattford responded, quite breathlessly.

Bambi Starr reached down and made a fist around his cock.

"Yeah, that feels nice, real nice," Franklin Prattford said.

The cute little slut gave the pecker a gingerly tug. He moaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, I want my dick inside your cunt," Franklin exclaimed.

"Let's get to it. How are we going to fuck?" Bambi Starr inquired.

"I think I want to fuck in an imaginative position," he said.

"I have one in mind if you are taking suggestions," she said.

"Shoot. My mind is coming up a blank," Franklin Prattford said.

"If I sit in that chair and you kneel before me…" she said.

"I would be at the perfect height to fuck your poontang!"

"Yes, that was what I was thinking," the pretty little girl said.

Bambi Starr sat down in the chair and opened up her fine thighs.

"God, it's like the Gates of Heaven opening," Franklin exclaimed.

"Ummmmmmmm, can you see my natural lubrication?" she asked.

"The juices are dripping out of your pussy in a steady flow."

"I am going to make a puddle on the chair," Bambi Starr said.

"I don't care if you don't care," Franklin Prattford said.

"I sure as hell don't give a flying fuck," Bambi Starr said.

Franklin Prattford mounted Bambi Starr, his cock to her cunt.

"Let me guide your cock in me with my hands," she whispered.

"Okay," Franklin Prattford said, seeing no point in disagreeing.

"Ummmmmmm," Bambi Starr said as she slipped his dick in her cunt.

"Can I take you deep? Is it okay?" Franklin Prattford questioned.

"Ohhhhhhh, take me as deep as you possibly can," she said.

Franklin Prattford pushed his cock all the way into her cunt.

"Fuck me now, Franklin, fuck me real hard!" Bambi Starr said.

Mommy came stumbling in the shack with a ring on her ass.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, she's at it again," Mommy cackled.

"Never mind her, Franklin, fuck me," Bambi Starr exclaimed.

"I don't mind your old lady. She's cool," Franklin Prattford said.

Franklin Prattford fucked Bambi Starr's pussy hard and fast.

"That's it boy, fuck her pussy inside out," Mommy said.

The young man fucked the gorgeous female's cunt savagely.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, I am coming inside my PUSSY!" Bambi Starr screamed.

"Yeah, I feel the convulsions," Franklin Prattford panted.

"Rub your cock shaft against my clit – that's it," she said.

"I don't think I can fuck for much longer," Franklin Prattford said.

"Keep it up for as long as possible," Bambi Starr screamed.

"I will do the best I can, Bambi," Franklin Prattford exclaimed.

"Yeah, you are going to make me come a second time," she said.

"Shoot the wad. Don't play the sucker," Mommy screamed loudly.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I am coming a second time," Bambi Starr said.

"You are making me come too," Franklin Prattford barked roughly.

"How about some jam for Mommy now," Mommy said to the man.

"What do you want from me, old woman?" Franklin Prattford said.

"I want you to fuck my pussy now," Mommy said flirtaceously.

"Mommy, please…" the gorgeous female said with a frown.

"Wait a minute, Bambi, I want to fuck your mother," he said.

"Oh God!" Bambi Starr said, slapping herself in the forehead.

"My pussy still gets nice and wet," Mommy promised.