The Boy With The Purdy Mouth
by The Preve
Based on "Deliverance From Virginity," by Xemik
The Author wishes to express his deep thanks to Xemik for his permission in writing this story.
If Chase weren't so Christian he'd cuss up a storm. Lost in the West Virginia backwoods, a wrecked car on the road behind him, no power on his cell phone, and the short cut to the gas station he'd heard about, non-existent.
It was still day, warm and humid, so Chase was happy about that.
Better than rain at least.
Overall, his current situation excepted, the summer had been good to Chase. The season at
Green Hills Retreat For Christian Youth
went spectacularly well.
Reverend Walt Thompson, head of the camp, gave him high marks for his performance.
"Your parents will be proud of you, Young Chase," he'd beamed. "You're a fine example of the Cuckly family."
Chase nearly swelled with pride on those words, but checked himself. Pride was a sin after all.
His parents, Les and Emma, met at Green Hills as counselors. Reverend Thompson himself presided over the marriage ceremony.
Chase was born almost exactly nine months later. His subsequent years were spent following the path his parents, and God, set for him: regular church attendance, involvement in all the youth groups; Boy Scouts, Young Pastors Association, head of the local Christian Youth Organization in high school, Editor-in-Chief for the Marysville Southern Baptist branch of the Youth Purity, Abstinence, and Save Yourself For Marriage newsletter.
He became a Green Hills youth counselor at sixteen. His scholarship and attendance at Bob Jones University, his parents' alma mater, was a forgone conclusion.
Now twenty, Chase had his path laid before him: Bob Jones, Harvard to study political science, elected office (Republican of course, like his parents).
First, however, that path had to go through some West Virginia woods, and it looked like the "path" had long since disappeared.
Durn it all! I'm going back. Maybe I can flag down a car. What's that?!
Chase's foot caught on something near a tree. More than something, obviously, as a split second later, he was on the ground, dragged, and hanging upside down from one of the tree's branches, before he'd even had time to say, "Frack!"
The whole event stunned him and, when his head cleared, a stream of "Gosh darns," and "Goldurns," poured from his mouth.
He was dangling upside down by one leg. Obviously an animal trap, for what, he didn't want to know. Whatever it was, the animal in question had to be large. The rope, and the branch holding it, looked pretty strong.
Once Chase calmed down and took good stock, he saw his predicament was not as dire as he thought. He had no knife to cut the rope, but other solutions were available.
I can climb the rope and get on the branch, and maybe untie it from there.
A couple of tries bending upward bore no results.
Durn! This is harder than I thought.
He nearly made it on the third try but when he went upside down, he found something else: a pair of feet.
And legs.
What?! Where'd those come from?
"Well, Lordy me," a musical, and very female voice laughed, "lookee what I found here."
****
The Cutler Sisters were near legend in Beck County, West Virginia. Much of the legend stemmed from the fact people rarely saw them. They never came to town.
Certainly, people knew they existed. The extended Cutlers had presence in Virginia, and West Virginia, going back to the 1700s. One branch even became power players in Southern and national politics.
The branch that produced the Cutler Sisters were long established in the hills around Beck.
Lum and Pearl Cutler made it clear to Beck, their wish to be left alone, and raise their daughters in peace. They had little time to send their daughters to school for "Book larnin'," or for those needle sticks to pump that vax stuff into their veins. The Bible and the forest were good enough.
The right-thinking residents of Beck thought differently, and sent social workers and Law after them. They didn't have much luck. The Cutlers knew all the hiding places.
Eventually the Law gave up. The Cutler search ate too much of the meager budget, and there were more important matters to attend to. The Cutlers getting away from Law added to the legend.
It helped the legend considerably that the Cutler Sisters were considered the most beautiful trio in West Virginia.
The reputation for beauty came from the (very) lucky few, the sisters allowed to come near. Most only saw them at a distance: skinny dipping in one of the many lakes around the county, or cooling off in the mudflats in the hills.
Most of the men in Beck knew well enough to leave the girls alone. The Cutler Sisters had a reputation, a bad one. Any trouble coming their way usually stemmed from outsiders, obnoxious tourists, hikers, or the rare idiot townie, whose brains rested in his cock than his head.
Like the two outlaw bikers who blew into town, two years ago, who'd heard of the girls at the local diner, and rode into the hills to get some (from the overheard conversation, the bikers weren't inclined to give the sisters a choice in the matter).
As of Chase's current predicament, one biker was still missing. The other was on permanent hiatus from his MC, owing to his missing . . . equipment. At least it was easier for him to ride his hog.
The four fat Atlanta businessmen last year, who'd come to town for a fishing trip, went into the hills with entitled boasts and brags about sexual prowess, and wealth-driven snobbery about backwoods hillbilly girls, and waddled out a week later, wearing only dirty tighty-whities, blubbering about near animalistic psycho-bitches . . . and pigs.
They were luckier than the oversexed frat boys who'd staggered out, after taking a few days from their spring break to try their luck.
Sheriff Crawford was good about getting them some clothes, before sending them on their way; couldn't do much about the butt plugs glued to their bungholes, though. The local hospital took care of that.
It wasn't as if the Cutler Sisters didn't like to fuck. They'd certainly had enough fun with each other, and an occasional cock was good when the opportunity came up.
It was just sex came strictly on their own terms; God help the townie or city boy who dared try to get the better of the Cutlers.
Speaking of opportunity, such presented itself to Lily Boo, the youngest, when she went to check on a razorback trap the sisters made the day before.
Lily Boo was eighteen these past three months. The sisters sent her ahead, as she was the fastest and most agile. If the trap didn't work, and the boar was still around, she'd have the best chance to escape it.
The Cutler Sisters were determined to get that boar. It killed Pa Cutler just a year ago.
Lily Boo arrived and found the boar trap had worked out, but it caught something else; not that it disappointed.
"A man!" and it looked like a cute one too.
He was hanging upside down, dressed in tennis shoes, green shorts, and a T-shirt, hiked down to his shoulders, and he looked all the plumb fool hanging down like that.
Chase, looking up past the girl's legs, dropped jaw at the sight. The girl was dressed in those real short shorts people called Daisy Dukes. She looked all like a sinful harlot.
Chase's face blushed every sort of red, from shock, outrage, and other feelings he refused to acknowledge, as such were sinful.
