"So fucking good." Jackson laughs. "And so fucking wet and warm. Fuck, she's full of cum."
Gianna's still lying on her stomach with her head on the ground, and I can't see her face to tell whether it feels as good for her as it does for him. Something tells me the answer is no.
Jackson's a big guy... his palms are huge. I know, cause it's what makes him such a good wide receiver.
"Hope she's on birth control." Someone murmurs.
"If not, my old man'll be happy to help her out." Ivan chuckles, and I don't suppress a shudder. His old man is the town doctor, and he's creepy as fuck.
"Maybe you should dig out our cum." Toby suggests. "I mean, you're already in there. Just... scoop it out?"
"Scoop it out?" I laugh. "She’s not a pumpkin for carving. You worried about your DNA, Tobe?"
"I can't lose my scholarship. I can't afford law school without it. You know that."
Jackson chuckles, and I watch his shoulder move as he thrusts deeper.
Gianna's head lifts off the ground this time as she sucks in a ragged breath, and I get a look at her for the first time since I was lying overtop of her with my cock buried inside her quivering pussy.
Her makeup is a fucking mess, the paint and mascara she was wearing when I picked her up now smeared down her cheeks with drool and tears and spit and cum. Only a few of us took that mouth, but they definitely made a mess doing it, and her lips are swollen and puffy… both sets of lips are, actually.
"There you are, New Girl." I chuckle. "How's it feel for you? You like being made into a finger puppet, or do you prefer a cock in your ass?"
She made the prettiest sounds when Vick first started to shove himself inside her ass.
There's barely any awareness in her eyes. I definitely dosed her too much, but maybe it's a good thing. If she can't remember everything, she won't dare go to the police, even if she's dumb enough to not take our threats seriously.
But I can almost guarantee she’ll stay quiet.
Like I said, she's smart.
"Not New Girl." She huffs, wincing as Jackson does something with his hand inside of her. Fresh tears stream down her face, and a broken, keening wail crawls out of her throat.
"What?" I laugh, confused by her choice of response.
When she chokes back the scream, her voice is gone, and she has to whisper to answer me.
"Gianna."
It takes a moment for realization to sink in. Not new girl, Gianna.
"Gianna." I laugh. "Hear that, Jackson? She's got a name.Gianna. Maybe you oughtta scream it as you cum."
Jackson laughs, too, turning to Rhodes. "Help me get my cock out. I don't know if I can get my hand back in if I take it out."
"You could." Vick assures him. "She's not gonna close up anytime soon after tonight."
Regardless, Rhodes does what Jackson asks of him. No surprise, since Rhodes fucks anything with a hole.
"Want me to suck it too?" Rhodes grumbles.
"No. Just jack it. You know the right amount of pressure to get me there."
I roll my eyes, uninterested in watching one of my best friends jerking off the other. I turn to the stake, where the scarecrow with his plastic pumpkin head looks down at me. It's light, and when I take my knife to the rope, he comes down easily.
Turns out, Rhodesdoesknow the right amount of pressure. He gets Jackson moaning in seconds, and by the time I turn back, he's clearly on the edge, eyes closed, face twisted as he thrusts vigorously. And when he's about to come, he does it.
He punches into her deep and lets go, letting her name fall like a prayer from his lips.
