I told you folks a while ago about how the boys here in town got sick of the liberals in the college that got moved down here from Massachusetts, or some such place well to the left of the real world. I also told you about the night we lifted the College Principal's wife and had ourselves a real party with the lady. In fact, to tell the honest truth, she came out of that hoe down as a real ho. Yep, if anybody could say for sure the South had risen again, it was Ms Heidi Hasluck.

I've got to say this for the gal though, she had enough sense to keep quiet about her night's entertainment for the town bucks. Which was a smart move because we had more footage of her getting fucked than you could shake a hard cock at. Yeah, she kept her lips closed but that didn't stop her blushing every time she passed some guy who'd been there when she'd them as open as a cotton mouth swallowing an egg. And if Heidi had ever thought she was going to get away with just one performance, she was pure wrong. In fact all the guys had so much fun with her that it was like the Irish guy who got dug up again because everybody had enjoyed his first wake so much.

Yep, take it from me, us farmboys had come to a completely new way of thinking about that college. Maybe there were a lot of noisy critturs in there but hunting them down and then gang banging them to Hell and back was more fun than a county fair. So now we had Ms Hasluck exactly where we wanted her -- and working out on a regular schedule -- we figured it was time to set out the traps again.

Buddy Weisendorf proved again why he's such a popular sheriff by getting out the "ROAD CLOSED -- DETOUR" signs and putting them up at just the right time to send a couple of smart little gals into the woods. And right on schedule to meet the big bad wolves. A shot from a .22 blew out one of their tires and out the two of them stepped, cursing with words that proper little ladies had no business knowing. But they quietened down fast enough when they saw the gun barrel being pointed at them. They really had something to worry about then. Especially when they got thrown into a car trunk and taken off to our playpen, where we told them they could now shout scream as much as they liked.

They were both blondes. The oldest one said her name was Julia and by the time she'd been stripped down to her fancy boots she'd gotten her head around the idea that it would be real smart to join in all the funs and games without giving any trouble.

"If we fuck all of you, you won't hurt us, will you?" she asked.

"No way, little lady," Don Ainsley told her. "We're only here for the education."

The rest of laughed, all except the other blonde. She was shorter than Julia, and a real good looker, although right then she looked more like she'd woken up inside a UFO with a bunch of blue skinned aliens getting ready to impregnate her with a fireware cable. I guess it was the idea of a bunch of dumb farmers daring to manhandle a daughter of a Daughter of the American Revolution which really had her mind curling up at the edges. It just wasn't her usual New England social scene.

Especially not that part of the proceedings where her bra and panties disappeared off into the crowd somewhere. But she still kept her hands on her pussy and her mouth tight shut, which was at least a change from the way liberal leftie women usually behaved.

"What's your friend's name, Julie?" I asked. "Because you'd better find some way of getting her to start fucking big time, otherwise you'll both get a paddling with a stick wrapped in barbed wire."

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to her in a way she'll understand. Come on, Stella, open your mouth for this nice big juicy cock."

The gal still seemed kind of reluctant though, so Julie changed her tactics.

"Come on, Stella, sit up," she said. "Maybe you need somebody to press your buttons for you."

Stella let the other college girl haul her upright and then kiss her on the mouth. All the boys thought this was good entertainment, especially when Julie began to tweak Stella's neat little tits until the nipples perked up. And all the time she was talking to Stella like a boxing trainer setting his guy up before the opening bell rang.

"There's nothing to be frightened of, Stella. These guys won't hurt us if we do what they tell us to. You're engaged, you know as much about sex as I do, so don't start freaking out on me, hey?"

"No . . . only, what do I have to do?"

It was a wonder they didn't hear all the guys a whooping and a hollering and laughing all the way over to the county line at Stella's question. Even Julie smiled.

"It's what we're going to do that matters. You and me." she said. "Together, as a team. And all you have to do to begin with is to lie down on the floor."

Stella stared at all the pumped up cocks waiting for for her, and the way her legs started shaking, it was no effort at all for Julie to slide her off the seat.

"That's it, Stella, that's fine. Boys, could one of you put a cushion underneath her head?"

"Sure," Don said. "We're gentlemen through and through, aren't we, boys?"

"We sure as fuck are," Noel Ducatti agreed.

He pushed a cushion underneath Stella's head and then took advantage of being down beside her to poke her in the tits with his blood sausage. The little lady seemed a mite distracted by what Noel was doing, but her fellow student soon reclaimed her attention.

"Open your legs, Stella," Julie ordered. "Yes, open them all the way. Show the boys everything you've got before I warm it up for them with my tongue."

Buddy Weisendorf let out a rebel yell the way that only he can: "Yo, boys, it's cabaret time."

Which turned out to be the copper bottomed truth. Well, a blonde's bottom and another blonde's head. Because as soon as Stella had realized she had no choice but to spread her legs in front of the audience her best friend went straight down on her.

I wish you could have seen the look on young Stella's face when Julia started lapping at her labia. And the noise she made when she felt where she her fellow student's tongue was going. Not that Julia didn't make a noise herself like a submerging submarine as Vern Bern knelt down behind those inviting haunches and gave her the full benefit of his cock.

I don't know whether women really do come from Venus. What I do know is that Stella didn't know what planet she was on for a while. What with having her clit and slit being licked out by another girl in front of a full on male audience. A girl who was also getting her her own pounding from her well covered rear while Noel beat out the time on Stella's left boob with his big baton.

Yep, Stella was thoroughly confused. Young ladies just didn't get involved in these sort of activities. Except maybe in situations where there's no more future to worry about, like aliens invading the earth or the Democrats getting back into the White House.

It was a great act to watch, although somebody was sure to cut in soon. And I can't blame Noel for being the one, not with being in the position he was, and with his cock where it was as well.

Yep, he pushed Julia back, put Stella on her hands and knees and had the little beauty performing her first slip, slap and slop in front of a live audience. And I've never seen a gal who made such a fuss about it as Stella did.

END OF PART ONE

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