She let her hand fall between the old man's legs. She found his cock ramrod straight.
"Ummm," she said. "You have a nice one."
She was too exhausted to do much else than hold him. He entered her with one quick shove of his hips. He felt good inside her cunt, but after the big blond man she knew she was going to feel little else but warmth for a while.
Angie was screaming even louder and Julia wished that the girl would shut up. It had to happen. Just relax and get it over with.
The old man started panting and Julia lifted her legs so that his strokes went deeper. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer to her. There was nothing really glorious about his fucking but it did feel good.
Oh," he said. "Oh, Oh, Oh!"
She felt his cock-head expand within her and she felt the wetness of his jism spurting out. He gave her a few more strokes before he fell against her.
Angie was no longer screaming. She was making small gasping sounds as the greasy-haired man neared his climax.
Julia knew she needed to get out of there. There would be more men coming. Angie was in for a long night. But Julia had to get back. As soon as the elderly man pulled his limp prick from her cunt, Julia got up.
She dressed hurriedly before any more men could be sent in.
There were two more coming in just as Julia followed the elderly man out the door.
Once more Julia heard Angie scream.
Sheriff Henry Gilbert was feeling pretty pleased with himself. He had never had things quite so good. It wasn't just the free pussy, although that schoolteacher had been something else. He wondered how Dan Jacobs had ever gotten photographs of that sweet young thing.
But there were a lot of things that were going good for him.
Money, for one thing. He had never had as much money as he'd wanted, but now he could see it coming. All the money a man could ask for and five beautiful women for the taking. It was a good life after all.
He did his usual patrol that evening, and he saw the young girl get off the bus. Runaway was the first thought that struck his mind. He didn't remember seeing any flyers on the girl, but he knew that such a young, sweetlooking thing had to be running away.
He edged his car over to the side of the road, and got out.
He was right. The young girl was looking at everyone but him. He wondered how young she was. She didn't look much older than fifteen.
She wore a skirt that showed off an inch of her creamy thighs. Her breasts were small but firm and her tight blouse showed them off to good advantage.