boring and bucolic

Veronica was struggling to swallow Smithers' latest load of cum when the driver announced over the intercom that they had arrived at Riverdale. She was surprised when Smithers pulled her up onto the seat and rolled down the heavily tinted window so she could get a good look at her new home. Her Daddy was not nearly as generous with Cheryl. He kept the redhead's face firmly planted between his legs as she gagged on his deeply planted cock. Veronica herself had a mouthful of cum behind her tightly closed lips. Her belly was so full it took an effort to not spit the current load out. Her ass cheeks clenched with fear of the consequences if she actually did so.

A wisp of smoke curled in through the window carrying the scent of grilling pork. They were stopped at an intersection and when Veronica looked out the window she saw a group of men holding bottled beverages congregated around a outdoor grill set just outside the open door of the house's single vehicle garage. The house itself was tiny. It could not have been more than twenty five hundred square feet. On the lawn a naked girl who could not be any older than Veronica was being spitroasted by a couple of middle aged men. A short distance away an older woman, likely the girl's mother due to the resemblance, was sprawled out on the lush green lawn, her legs spread wide and sperm leaking from her distended cunt and well used asshole. It was such a stereotypically small town scene it could have served as the model for a Norman Rockwell picture.

As the car began to move Veronica looked down the street and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the pure banality of the street. The houses were cookie cutter copies of each other, the only differences being the paint jobs and the lawn displays. They passed a home in which a pillory had been set up next to the sidewalk. A housewife was firmly secured in it. Her face was glazed with cum and a sign was hung around her neck proclaiming, "Burned My Breakfast" Seeing as how it was late afternoon the woman had likely been there a long time, as if the thick layer of jism covering her face hadn't already proved that.

Several houses down a teenage girl in puppy bondage, her legs and arms folded back in latex sleeves so she had to move on her knees and elbows was romping on a lawn, retrieving a ball for what was very likely, again going by resemblance, her father. A butt plug tail waved in the air as she wiggled her hips as she crawled toward her ball. The ease with which she moved seemed to indicate she had lots of practice.

Veronica wanted to roll her eyes at just how small-town it all was. The whole thing could have been drawn with a four colored pallet in a comic book.

They paused again at another stop sign and close to another crowd of males, this time teenage boys. They were standing in a circle around a girl with a blonde ponytail who was kneeling on the lawn. The boys were chanting. "Two more inches, two more inches," as the girl struggled to swallow the last little bit of a cock a boy with short red hair was stuffing down her throat. Veronica found herself paying more attention as she noticed just how wide the blonde's mouth was being **** open. The boy's cock was substantially thicker than Smithers. The blonde's throat was noticeably bulging and her face was starting to turn blue as she struggled to swallow the last of the redhead's dick. With one last convulsive swallow she **** her head down until her grossly stretched lips circled the base of the boy's cock while her chin nestled onto his balls.

"Hell yeah, pay up, Reggie. I told you Betty could do it without me forcing it down her throat."

A boy with slicked back black hair, and wearing clothing a few notches in quality better than any of the other boys scowled as he pulled out a wallet and peeled off a few twenties which he handed to the redhead. "Don't get cocky, Andrews. You may have won, this time, but I'm still eight for two."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the redhead said as he stuffed the money into his pocket. "All I know is that I'm going to splurge at Pop's. Hamburgers and hucow shakes on me, boys. Or should I say, on Reggie." That drew a cheer from all the other boys. Except for one.

"Say, Arch, you might want to pull out. I think Betty is about to pass out," A tall lanky boy wearing a silly looking hat with a jagged brim suggested.

The redhead looked down and noticed that the blonde impaled on his dick was looking a bit purple, complexion wise. "Oops, sorry about that, Betty," he apologized and placing his hands on her head he began to pull his cock out of her mouth. The spit coated shaft slowly withdrew, and withdrew, and withdrew. By the time he pulled himself all the way out of the blonde's mouth he had exposed what had to be at least fourteen inches of cock, if not more. Veronica ignored the blonde as she the girl fell forward onto her hands and knees coughing and gagging as she spit up a load of cum and saliva while trying to catch her breath. All her attention was on that massive chunk of manhood being sported by a boy who could not be any older that she was. She swallowed the last of Smithers' cum, and a good mouthful of her own spit as she admired the view.

Despite herself Veronica was starting to think that maybe this little backwater of a town might have some interesting features. She licked her lips as she stared at that the huge cock hanging between the redhead's legs. It might have been her imagination but she was almost sure it was hanging down to his knees. Not that he was all that tall, but still. Fuck, he was big. She found herself wondering if he attended the same high-school she was going to be going to. She gave her head a shake. Of course he would, there was no way that this podunk town would have more than one high-school.