Ellen was feeling trapped as she hurried down the darkening road, her heels making sloshing sounds against the loose gravel. They were trapped out here among boring people whose lives were defined by the rotating crops and hellfire religion. It was more than she could take.
Walking more slowly now, Ellen began enjoying the feelings rushing through her thighs making them so tender while her cunt throbbed like an opened, festering wound. She was so wet down there. She could feel her panties clinging itchily to her swollen cunt-lips while more and more warm juice seeped from her cunt-hole and wet down her pussy-hairs. God in heaven! How was she supposed to live like this?
In a moment, the woman realized she was some distance from the old clapboard church. She was approaching a low, long house with a rusty tin roof that was sagging badly in the middle. She stopped, her breath catching while one hand fluttered up to her throat.
The Crenshaws!
She had seen them many times – a family of white trash, men who sneered at women and used them cruelly for their own pleasure. People whispered about the brothers saying they were worse than their perverted father who was now in prison for some unspeakable crime. Ellen paused, looking at the dim light seeping through the yellowed shades.
She started to turn around – when the front door suddenly flew open. A half-dozen naked girl rushed screaming from the house, her hands in front of her. Immediately behind her was a bare-chested man. Ellen hid in the shadows, watching as the girl turned toward her and ran as fast as she could. The man was too fast, however, catching up with the screaming girl and grabbing her by the hair.