From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Outlaws by Southern Belle (FFFMMMMM, rape, oral, anal)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 16:21:14 GMT

			     The Outlaws
				 by
			    Southern Belle

	It was a beautiful, hot Southern day. The menfolk were away on
a hunting trip, hopefully catching dinner for the social on Saturday,
and would probably be away for the night. It was a perfect opportunity
for the womenfolk to gather at the swimmin' hole on the back of the
property to cool off a bit, and catch up on the local gossip.

	After the wash was done, Rose Anne, Sarah Lynn, Jo Beth, and
me trotted off down the path. We had no rain that week, so the
swimmin' hole was clean, sparkly clear, and looked very inviting.

	We stripped off our clothes and hung them on the bushes, then
we splashed into the cool water.

	"Did you hear about Maggie Lee Jackson?" said Sarah Lynn.
(Sarah Lynn always started the gossip). "No, what about her?" we all
chimed in unison, anxiously awaiting the juicy details.

	"Well, rumor is that Little Miz Maggie was found poundin' the
hay with the stable hand," she said. "That's not all," she continued,
"Clyde Jackson caught them red handed himself."

	"Oh, Lordy," Rose Anne exclaimed, "What on earth did he do
then?"

	"Well," Sarah Lynn said, "He suspected for a long time now, so
he was ready with the shotgun. Didn't even let `em get covered. He
marched them right out to the oak tree, tied their hands to the lowest
branch so that they was just hangin' there, and then did some poundin'
of his own with the ridin' crop," she squealed. "I hear he beat `em so
bad that they was just a danglin' there by the ropes, and then he took
that ridin' crop and stuck the handle of it up the poor stable hand's
rear side just as far as it would go.

	"Clyde left him a hangin' while he cut Maggie Lee down. When
she fell to her knees beggin' for mercy, he put himself right in her
mouth right then and there.

	"Then he made Maggie Lee suck the stable hand while he still
hung from that tree, and still had the crop buried in him. I hear
Clyde even fucked her at the same time." We all snickered at her
language, but we always got a bit brassy when the menfolk weren't
around. (Anyway, we learned those words from keepin' our ears to the
study door).

	"After that," she blurted, "he shot the stable boy, which, of
course, the courts never convicted him for, considerin' the
circumstances, and Maggie Lee supposedly left to live with her mother
while her stripes healed."

	"Serves her right," Jo Beth chimed in, "that little tramp."

	"Oh, I don't know," Rose Anne said, "That stable hand was
kinda cute for a colored boy. I hear they have a lot to offer, if
y'all know what I mean."

	We all giggled.

	"Speakin' of courts `n' all," I said, "did y'all hear about
the big prison break?" I knew they hadn't, so I continued, "Five men,
all hardened criminals; horse thieves and rapists and such. They broke
out of the state prison just last week." Everyone spoke at once, and I
knew I had the juiciest bit of gossip so far. "Nobody knows where they
are. Even the state posse turned back. The Sheriff says there's no
danger of `em bein' around here though. Most likely took off for the
north."

	"Hope they catch'em here anyway," said Jo Beth. "Y'all know
those Yankees `ed keep `em if they found `em first. We ain't had a
decent hangin' around here in awhile. Might give me a reason to show
off my new peach pie recipe." Jo Beth's comment won her the proper
dunkin' she deserved. Splashin' around in the cool water and
gossipin' like kids, little did we know at that time, that up on the
hill above us...

				* * *

	"Well, looky what we have here." Jake smiled as he peered
through the bushes at the well formed, nude bodies below. Clemmons
rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and found himself a better view point.

	"Yea," said Clem. "After all these years of fuckin' assholes,
I just about forgot what pussy looked like."

	Buck chimed in, "Don't look like quite enough to go `round to
me. They's five of us, and only four of them. If y'all are real nice,
I might share mine with you'ns."

	"If ya don't pipe down you'll find yourself standin' guard the
whole time," said Coyt. "Nobody's gonna do nuthin' till we find out
where the menfolk are." "Abe, sneak around that path up there and tell
me what ya see."

	The men watched, their eyes glued to the naked female forms
below and their hands glued to their rising crotches, until Abe
reported back.

	"It's a house, all right, but I didn't see any sign of menfolk
there. The rifle rack in the study's empty, and they's a empty stall
and saddle rack in the barn. The bedrolls are gone from the locker,
too. Coyt, I think their menfolk have took themselves a little huntin'
trip."

	"Sounds like our lucky day, boys, but we have to do this thing
right. We can't take'em out of doors like this. Somebody might hear.
We gotta go hide up in the house until they come back and we can keep
`em inside," Coyt instructed.

				* * *

	We splashed around in the water until it was time for
afternoon tea. Swimmin' always made me hungry, and I could almost
taste the finger sandwiches I had made already.

	We dressed and trotted off up towards the house, still
gigglin' and gossipin'.

	I flung open the door and we all marched in to the kitchen.
When I opened the icebox to get the platter of sandwiches, it was
gone! I knew that I had put it in there. "Sarah Lynn," I scolded, "Did
you snitch the sandwiches again?" "Naw. It wasn't me this time;
honest," she replied.

	"Well, somebody took `em out, and I just hope they haven't
spoiled by the time I find `em, girls," I accused.

	"Actually, they's quite delicious." We froze for a moment at
the sudden sound of a masculine voice hidden behind the open door, and
then began to smile and head for the origin, thinkin' that the menfolk
returned early.

	As the door swung closed we froze again. This man didn't
belong to any of us. He just stood there leanin' against the door and
grinnin'. He had one of my sandwiches in one hand, and a huntin' knife
in the other.

	We had all huddled together instinctively, and we just stood
there starin' at him for a minute. "Who are you, and what are you
doin' in my house?" I boldly demanded.

	"Forgive my rudeness, ladies," he blurted out in a sarcastic
voice. "My name's Coyt. Me and the boys figgered that since we didn't
make it in time for the huntin' party, we'd just stay here to offer
you ladies a little protection while the menfolk were away." Suddenly,
it seemed that men were coming out of the walls. "I'd like fer y'all
to meet my boys. That there's Clem. That'n over there goes by Jake, and
those two yonder are Buck and Abe. Say `hey' to the ladies."

	We found ourselves surrounded. The one called Buck walked up
to Rose Anne and put his hand in her hair. He spoke something, and
then jerked her head back hard and kissed her.

	Somebody screamed, and a pistol fired. Jake lowered his Colt
from the air as Coyt spoke once again. "I suggest you ladies show us a
bit of hospitality, if ya know what's good fer ya. Jake can't stand a
bunch of screamin' women, and I can't be responsible for what he might
do. Understand?"

	All at once, the world began to move around me. I felt myself
hit the kitchen table hard and I tried to scramble my way to the other
side. I heard laughter and felt hands grab my legs. Each time I made
my way a few inches I was pulled back a foot. I rolled onto my back
and saw the one called Coyt standing at the edge of the table, still
grinnin' that stupid grin.

	When I kicked out at him he grabbed the bottom of my
pantaloons and tugged. They came off in his hands all too easily,
sliding me further down the table in the same motion.

	He quickly grabbed my skirt band and tugged me even further
down toward him until I straddled him. He easily cut away my skirt and
blouse with the huntin' knife. I lay there exposed and afraid, but
helpless to move.

	I watched in horror as he undid his pants. I tried once more
to back up on the table, and I felt the cold steel of his knife
between my breasts.

	"Ya may as well make this easy, little lady," he grinned, ,"
One way or the other, you're gonna take my dick, like it or not." I
froze and he removed the knife. "That's better now, ain't it? ," He
stood straight up at the edge of the table and looked down between my
legs. "I ain't seen a good pussy in a while. I recall these things
hafta be wet before they work right. Now you just lay still a minute
while I git it ready."

	He licked his fingers and smeared the saliva over my slit.

	"There now. That should do it just fine," he panted. "I'll
just test it out a little." He took his dick in his hand and slid the
end of it easily into me. He grabbed my hips as he bent over me, and
pushed my body lower until I had absorbed him completely. He slid his
arm under my waist and held me firm against the edge of the table. I
felt his mouth on one breast and his hand on the other. He started
pounding into me with full lunging strokes. Every thrust of him hurt
until my body reacted to his pounding and began to moisten the way for
him. He strained to get deeper, and then he convulsed inside of me. I
felt his hot liquid spurt so deep I thought I would taste it. I was
relieved that it was finally over.

	"That's a sweet little pussy ya got there," he said as he
stood up and pulled out of me. "If yer lucky, I might be back fer
seconds." He walked over to Jake, who had been standin' watch at the
door; mostly watchin' us. I could see a small puddle of liquid on the
floor at his feet. He still had his dick in his hand. "I'll take the
watch for awhile," Coyt said.

	Jake walked over to the table edge and stripped off his pants
as he eyed me hungrily. "No. Don't do this," I whispered.

	"You just need to feel a real dick," he answered. "No,
please," I repeated.

	I was dripping with Coyt's liquid, and I felt dirty already. I
didn't want another man in me. He pushed his dick up to my soaking
pussy and applied a little pressure, but not enough to enter.

	"Well, maybe if you beg me I won't stick it in," he teased.
"Beg me."

	"Please don't," I sincerely begged.

	"That's not good enough," he answered, and pushed his dick in
a little. "Try again."

	"Don't do this, please," I begged again.

	He pushed in a little more. "Say `please don't fuck my
pussy'."

	"Please don't fuck my pussy," I repeated. He was about three
inches deep, and began moving in slow circles back and forth inside of
me. Coyt's cum was running out of me and dripping onto the table and
into the floor below.

	"That's good," he teased again, but I'm still not convinced.
"Do you really want me to take my dick out of your pussy?"

	"Yes," I pleaded.

	"Tell me again," he insisted. "Please, yes," I begged.

	Finally, he pulled out. He was still standing between my legs,
rubbing his cock up and down along my dripping slit. Each time he
worked his way down a bit lower, smearing Coyt's cum along with his
movements.

	"If you don't want it in the pussy that's fine by me, but I
came here to fuck." With that, he flipped me over onto my stomach and
shoved hard against my ass. My feet were danglin' toward the floor and
I was bent helplessly over the edge of the table. "I've fucked a lot
of asshole in the past few years, and I kinda wondered if a woman's is
any different. You just hold still now while I find out." He held my
legs tightly between his in a vice grip.

	I felt his fingers pry my cheeks open. He used one hand to
guide his dick toward its mark while the other kept me spread. At
first, there was only pressure when he found his target.

	Then, excruciating pain ripped through me as he tried to push
his way in my tight ass.

	"Stop, it hurts," I cried.

	"But you wanted my cock up your ass. You even begged for it,
remember?" He pushed harder and I felt my sphincter stretch around
him. Waves of pain ran through me again. I grabbed the edge of the
table and tried to pull myself away. I managed to move enough so that
his weapon popped out before he caught my hips and pulled me back
toward him again.

	"That was a very bad girl," he said. "I thought I told ya to
hold still." I felt him pry me open once again, but this time
something cold was pressed up against my ass. "Maybe if ya don't like
my cock so much, ya'd rather feel my Colt."

	Terror gripped me as I realized he had his pistol barrel
pressed up against me. "No, please don't shoot me," I begged. "I'll do
whatever you say."

	"Beg me for my cock." I could hear the sneer in his voice. I
cried.

	"Beg me," he demanded.

	"Give it to me," I replied.

	"Say `I want your big cock up my ass'."

	"I want your big cock up my ass," I repeated, crying. The
pistol barrel was removed as I spoke, and was replaced by his dick
once again. This time I made no attempts to move as he shoved deeper
and deeper into my ass.

	Instead, I concentrated on not screaming, and tried to relax,
hoping that it would lessen the pain. He seemed to plunge endlessly
deeper into my burning ass. I felt his sacks slapping against my empty
pussy with each hard stroke.

	He pumped faster and faster until I thought he was going to
split me open. I heard him moan as he gave a final hard shove and
started moving in smaller thrusts. I knew he came up my ass.

	"I thought ya'd be tired of assholes by now," I heard Coyt
jeer from his post.

	Jake replied, "this ain't no ordinary wore-out asshole like
that overworked prison bitch." He gave me a slap on my cheeks.
"This'ns new," he said.

	I was silently grateful when he pulled out of me. My ass was
still on fire. I could do nothing but just lie there, wondering if
there would be a next one, and realizing that I hadn't seen the other
girls since this started.

	"All this fuckin's worked me up a appetite," Jake said in my
direction.

	"Aren't ya gonna offer your guests some chow?" I tried to
stand, but my body was slow in responding. I finally worked my way to
my feet and picked my torn skirt up off the floor. "No need for
clothes, woman. Just food," Coyt commanded. I went to the icebox nude.

	Coyt instructed Jake to keep watch while he went to check on
the others. A few minutes later, Rose Anne, Sarah Lynn, and Jo Beth
appeared in the kitchen, also naked. We all went through the motions
of cooking and serving dinner to these strangers. The men jeered and
grabbed at us, made lewd comments about us throughout the meal, and
made whispered conversation which we couldn't hear as they peered at
us from time to time.

	By the time they had finished eating, the sun was beginning to
set. "I think it's about time to have a little party," Buck said with
a gleam in his eye.

	"It's too late for visitors, and the menfolk have made camp by
now," Coyt agreed. "No need for guard, so we can all have a little
fun."

	They herded us like cattle into the sittin' room. The men took
their seats while we just stood in the room.

	"I'm a bit fucked-out at the moment," Abe said sarcastically.
"I think I'd just like to just watch a while." "Me too," said Clem
behind an artificial yawn. Buck chimed in, "But we wouldn't want to
disappoint you ladies. Y'all just go ahead without us. We might learn
somethin'."

	We just stood there, not quite sure what was going on.

	"Didn't you hear the man?" Coyt asked us.

	Jake looked over at Coyt and answered for us. "I believe they
heard okay, they's just havin' a little trouble understandin'. Maybe
we should help `em out a bit." They stood and walked toward us. Coyt
grabbed me and Rose Anne by the arms and pushed us toward the sofa.
"Y'all just have a seat with the boys there for awhile." The men
seated on the sofa pulled us down onto their laps. "It's time for the
floor-show ladies."

	Coyt pushed Sarah Lynn toward the floor, instructing her to
stay up on her hands and knees. She complied. Coyt and Jake then
grabbed Jo Beth by the hands and feet, scooped her effortlessly up
into the air, and laid her down on her back in front of Sarah Lynn.
They spread her legs farther and moved her up toward Sarah Lynn as far
as she could go. Jake held her down while Coyt pushed Sarah Lynn's
head down between her open legs.

	"Lick her pussy," Coyt demanded. Sarah tried to struggle free
of Coyt's grip.

	He shoved her head farther down toward Jo Beth's waiting
snatch. "I said lick her pussy," he demanded again. She struggled once
more, and he jerked her head up and slapped her hard across the face.
He shoved her head down once again. "Now, lick it until I tell you to
stop." Sarah Lynn did as she was told this time. She smoothed her hair
back away from her mouth, and gingerly stuck her tongue out toward Jo
Beth's open slit. Jake positioned Jo Beth's hands to hold herself open
wide so that everyone could see Sarah's work as she ran her tongue up
and down.

	I felt Buck's dick begin to rise under me. Clem took one of my
breasts in his hand and began to massage slowly while he watched the
girls on the floor.

	Buck repositioned me on his lap and reached around to fondle
my snatch as he watched. His dick strained ever upwards beneath me as
the show continued.

	Jake had swung his legs across Jo Beth's chest, straddling
her. He was sliding his cock across her lips. "Give me some of what
you're gettin," he urged, and then warned, "no teeth now, or you'll be
sorry you did." He pushed in between her lips and fell forward onto
his hands above her head. He started pumping in and out of her mouth
slowly, watching his own movements.

	Coyt was kneeling behind Sarah probing her with his fingers,
and watching Jake's dick slide in and out of Jo Beth's mouth. Sarah's
tongue was still darting in and out of Jo Beth's open, glistening
snatch.

	Buck reached under me and guided his hard cock to my pussy
without taking his eyes off of the floor. He began to slowly slide in
and out while he continued to watch.

	Coyt took his fingers out of Sarah's pussy and replaced them
with his dick. He spread her ass wide, and I watched as he entered
her. She seemed to raise her ass some to meet him.

	As I looked again, I noticed that Jo Beth had moved her hands
up to Sarah's head, encouraging her tongue to move deeper. Jo Beth
was writhing on the floor, and was moving her head up to match Jakes
thrusts.

	I looked over at Rose Anne, and she was kneeling across a
chair while Abe pounded into her. Clem was still strokin' my breast
with one hand, and his cock with the other, while Buck fucked me as I
sat on his lap. While I was thinkin' that I might as well make the
best of it, Buck told me to stand. I stood up and he slid down off the
sofa and pulled me to the floor.

	He lay on his back and positioned me above him, instructing me
to sit on his cock. I straddled him, as told, and guided his huge dick
back into me.

	He pulled me across his chest by the arms, and wrapped me in a
firm bear hug while he fucked me. Looking up at Clem still sitting on
the sofa, he said, "I hear this'n likes it up the ass."

	"Not again," I thought. I struggled to break his grip as I
shouted, "NO."

	He laughed at my feeble plea. My ass was in the air with my
cheeks spread wide Buck still had me in a firm grip, and I was impaled
upon his cock, powerless to move. I thrust my legs straight out behind
me in an attempt to make my ass unaccessible, and Buck wrapped his
legs around mine and and spread them apart, holding me wide open. I
felt Clem grab my ass-cheeks with both hands and squeeze hard.

	""It is a right purty little ass, ain't it?" he jeered at
Buck, "But I can't get to it real good."

	"Hold her down a minute, Clem," Buck said. Clem held me down
from above while Buck released his bear hug long enough to pull my
knees forward. My ass was once again in the air, and I was powerless
to move anything now with them both holding on to me.

	Clem had wet his dick and was pushing it against my exposed
asshole. He shoved a little harder, inching his way in. I had tried
to prepare myself for the pain that gripped me once again. Once he was
in a few inches he stopped for a moment. Buck was still fucking my
pussy in a steady rhythm, and I tried to concentrate on that.

	When Clem started thrusting into my ass again, the pain was
gone. It had actually begun to feel good. Feeling them both sliding in
and out of my body at the same time caused my pussy to wet itself
further.

	I began to establish my own rhythm. I pushed down on Buck's
waiting cock to fill my wet pussy, and then I pushed back up again
driving Clem's dick deeper into my ass. I found myself actually
pounding against them, wanting more. My passion built until I exploded
around them. Their rhythms changed from my own, and I hovered in
between them while they fucked me faster until, finally, they both
came in me at once.

	We fell into a heap on the floor and lay there for awhile.

	Finally, Coyt said, "Time to go boys. We gotta make some time
before daybreak."

	They all stood and dressed in silence. I had brought out some
quilts for us ladies to cover with. We all walked to the door
together, and Coyt spoke up.

	"Thanks for the generous hospitality, ladies. Don't worry
none. We won't be back." With that, they turned and left into the
darkness.

	We discussed the days events after they had gone, and all
shyly admitted to enjoying their company before it was over. We made a
pact then and there to never breathe a word of this to any soul.

	The law eventually caught up to them, and they were brought
back to the state prison for hangin'. The menfolk went to watch, while
we all gathered at my house, silently, for peach pie.