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It was an accident. I just brushed his Harley when we pulled out of the parking space at the mall. He must have seen it happen. I sure didn't see him. Until it was too late.
Now he was standing in our home, tattoos and all, mad as hell. He wanted compensation. When I opened the checkbook, he just laughed. I was ready to call the police, when I heard the roar of bikes outside. He just smiled.
He said they'd kill us, at night as we slept. He promised we'd suffer first, then die slowly. They'd take their time though; he'd give us a few days, weeks, or months to think about the details of his revenge.
When he walked toward me, I prepared myself for a lot of pain. He stuffed a note into my shirt pocket.
"Bring her to that address, tonight, at 10:00. Maybe we can work something out."
He grinned at my wife. She was shaking, wide-eyed and terrified. He turned toward the door, then stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
"Fix her up, real pretty, ok?"
When I didn't answer, he turned toward me. His face reddened. His eyes bulged. I noticed the flesh over his jaw harden.
A thin whisper was all I could manage.
He glanced at her a second time. The menacing grin was back.
"Oh, one more thing. Shave her cunt and bring her naked."
"But, how-"
I shouldn't have protested. He took me by the throat, lifting me just enough to stop me from breathing.
"I don't give a shit how. Just have her at my front door, shaved and naked, understand?"
I nodded my head the best I could. He let me go and walked out the door. The roar was deafening as they rode away.
I heard the shower running at 8:00. Her hands shook violently as she did her hair and makeup. Shaving was even harder. I offered to help. She shook her head and did it herself. I couldn't watch.
By 9:30, she was ready. She wouldn't speak, or even look at me. I couldn't help noticing how different she looked without pubic hair. The slit between her legs seemed much longer, running an extra inch up the front of her belly. It was so pink, and seemed to stand open more than I remembered.
We drove in silence. She slid down in the front seat, trying to hide from passing cars. It took a while for the heater to warm us. The night air made her shiver. An occasional streetlight made her white body glow for a second or two in the car's dark interior. Her eyes stared wildly as she covered her breasts with both arms, trying to shelter the small, stiff nipples from the biting cold. As we arrived, her look begged me to rescue her. It quickly turned to one of resignation.
He left us in the cold for five minutes after we knocked. He opened the door, stepped out and took her by the hand, grinned at me, and pulled her inside. I waited in the car.
Fifteen minutes later, he opened the door a second time and waved me inside.
"Your wife sucks cock like a pro."
I studied her face. She stared at her feet. A small white pearl of cum clung to a loose strand of hair near her right cheek.
"She's an obedient little thing. You know, I think she gets a kick out of it."
He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled, forcing her to look at him.
"You get your secret wish now, Sarah. We'll even let your husband watch."
She whimpered and tried to shake her head. He jerked harder, arching her neck back further. I was afraid it might snap if he pulled again.
"Please, no, don't make him watch, please!"
He studied her for a few seconds, then shot his familiar grin at me.
"OK, it looks like she wants me all to herself. Maybe she'll let you watch next time, hubby. Have a seat. We won't be long."
I sat. He dragged her to the closest bedroom, left the door open, and ordered her to strip him. I tried not to listen, but the endless creaking of the bed put pictures in my head that I didn't want to see.
Twenty minutes later it was over. She returned to me, alone and naked. Her belly and inner thighs were slick with his cum.
"He said we can go," she told me, with a dazed look.
I opened the door and put my jacket around her shoulders.
"No, I have to stay naked until we get home. He wants me back tomorrow, at the same time. I'm supposed to drive myself."
We drove home in silence, his cum soaking onto the fabric of the seat as it oozed from the swollen, wet opening between her shaking thighs.
She retreated to the bathroom an hour earlier the following night. When I didn't hear the shower, I quietly tried the door. It was locked.
She appeared at 9:30, fished her keys from her purse, and headed for the front door. She paused, and turned to look at me. I tried to read what was in her eyes, but found I couldn't.
She had dyed her chestnut hair black, and wore a deep red shade of lipstick I didn't recognize. Her flat little belly heaved in and out just above the freshly shaved cleft that now seemed more his than mine.
She looked away, opened the door, and ran into the night, ebony hair rebounding again and again from bare, white shoulders. I heard the car start, then pull away. It would deliver her, naked and cold, to another man - a man who's demands I refused to imagine.
By midnight, she was in our bed, beside me. Her bare arm was soft and cool against my chest. A wet, fleshy thigh draped itself over my legs as I lay in the darkness, unable to move or speak. She had to tell me everything. He wanted it that way.
"He makes me keep him hard. I take his cock out when I get there, suck it until he's hard, and keep it that way while I'm with him. He likes to play with me. He pulls and twists my nipples. He licks me, um, all over - my neck, breasts, tummy, then between my legs. He makes me dance to his favorite songs, like a stripper. He invited two of his friends over to watch me. He made me play with myself in front of them while I danced. He said he'd let them rape me if I didn't do as he wished. After they left, he carried me to his bed and had sex with me. He made me beg him to put his cock in me. He made me beg him to cum inside me. When he did, I had to thank him for filling me with his cum. He said I had to tell you all this, and - oh god, I'm so sorry, Honey - that his cock is huge, so much longer and thicker than yours, and that I told him I'll be his slut for as long as he wants me."
I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were wide and uncertain, just inches away. She seemed precariously balanced between reality and something even she failed to understand. She wanted comfort, sympathy, and reassurance, while his semen dried to a thick paste between her thigh and mine.
"He wants me again, tomorrow. I have to go. Please, forgive me."
There was nothing to forgive. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to come quickly.
I left work early the next day. I couldn't concentrate. Images of her wide mouth grasping and milking his cock, her bright eyes locked on his, tortured me for hours.
At 3:30, I found the bathroom door locked again. He wanted her early tonight. She would have to go to him naked, this time in broad daylight. I could only stare as she paraded in front of me, nervously heading for the door.
I had loved her silky, shoulder-length hair. He had made her cut it. The few inches that remained was swept back off her face, heavily gelled. She wouldn't have cut it for anyone - except him. He had taken another piece of her, and owned her as surely as if she was bought and paid for.
I watched her run to the car in her bare feet. I watched her fumble with the key as she tried to unlock the door. I watched her, naked and exposed, desperate to give herself to him as ordered. I watched her drive away, her firm breasts gleaming milky-white in the late afternoon sun.
I answered the phone at 8:00.
"Want to know what your wife is up to, Hubby? She's on her knees in front of me, her pretty little mouth sucking on the head of my dick. I think she's beginning to enjoy this, aren't you Sarah. Of course, she can't answer with her mouth full, but that enthusiastic nod is all the answer I need.
"You should see her work. Absolutely the best head I've ever had. She's one hungry little bitch. Her tits are a little small for my taste, but I love those hard little nipples. You should hear her squeal when I twist 'em. Whew! Really gets me hot!
"The racket in the background is my company. A few buddies are hangin' out here tonight. Sounds like the boys are gettin' a little rowdy. But, you can't blame 'em. They've never partied with a piece of ass like Sarah before. She's puttin' on quite a show; those delicate shoulders, tiny little waist, legs that go on for ever, and that cute little ass - c'mon Honey, put that little ass in the air for the guys. That's it. Damn, just like a fuckin' Barbie doll.
"Uh-oh. Looks like that's all it took to get Little Joe interested. Just relax, Honey. You're gonna like this. He's really not all that little, is he? Oh, man. She's takin' it all. How's it feel, Sarah? Christ, you should see her face - she's in heaven. It's ok, you can moan as loud as you want. Do it Sarah. Let's hear it. Can you hear that? Louder Sarah, for your hubby. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Damn, I've seen Joe go on like that for hours.
"She's on her hands and knees now, Sport, ass in the air, takin' everything Little Joe has, doggy-style. And I think she's - yep, she's cryin' like a baby. Tears of joy, I'd bet, wouldn't you?
"And isn't her new haircut great? Now I can watch every bit of her pretty little face while she blows me. And it'll take half the time to wash the cum out of her hair. Oh, that's right, I forgot. That's one benefit you won't be able to take advantage of. I figure, until the damage to my bike is paid, her body belongs to me. No sex, no blowjobs, that's zip for you, Sport. But don't worry. With my easy payment plan, you'll have what's left of her back before you know it.
"Well, gotta go! It looks like Little Joe blew one hell of a load in her and I hate to be last in line. Not that I mind sloppy seconds once in a while, and what the hell, it's a party, right? If she's too tired by the time I get to her, I'll roll her over, fuck her face to face. I like to watch her eyes while she begs for my cock. Gets me off every time.
"Later, man."
The line went dead. It would be a long night.
She tumbled into bed at 3:00 am. The smell of beer, cigarettes, and sex was overpowering. She pressed against me, her fragile body damp with sweat and semen. She sobbed as she pulled closer, arms and legs wound tightly around me. Soon the sheets were cold and wet with the cum of a dozen men, leaking from between her legs as though she had held every drop inside until her crying forced it from her like a slow, fitful river.
Another slow day at work. It finally passed, but not without images of my wife and the biker replaying in my head.
I drove home hoping he'd give her the night off. Two bikes were parked in the driveway.
He stood facing me, just inside the door. Sarah was on her knees with her back to me. She encircled the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger. The harder she squeezed, the bigger and redder it became. Her other hand cradled his balls, lightly kneading one, then the other, exploring him with her fingertips. Her tongue worked feverishly under the shaft of his cock. Moving lower, she took his balls into her mouth, tonguing and sucking at them.
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up at him.
"Good girl. Still hungry?"
Her lower lip trembled as she whispered, "Yes".
"I thought so. Show your husband your favorite treat, for being such an obedient little wife."
She sucked the swollen head of his cock into her waiting mouth, milked him a few times with her small hands, and began to swallow her reward as the hot, thick stream of semen filled her mouth.
She pulled away after milking every last drop from him, and began to stand. He stopped her with a strong hand on each bare shoulder, and pushed her back to her knees.
"Bad girl. What did we learn after getting our treat? Do I have to punish you?"
She looked up at him with terror in her eyes.
"No, please. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me."
"Then, what do you say, Sarah?"
"Thank you for letting me drink your cum."
"Much better. Now get up. We need a little cooperation from Hubby here to get tonight's party going. Oh wait, you missed a spot, right - there."
He pointed to the corner of her mouth where a thin string of cum crossed over her cheek. She carefully removed it with a shaking finger, then placed it in her mouth and sucked it clean.
He led me to our bedroom, then sat me in a chair. Sarah returned with a roll duct tape and began to secure my wrists and ankles. She couldn't look at me. She cried as she worked. He stood behind her, a large hand stroking her ass, then disappearing between her legs. I looked down and saw two thick fingers enter her. She gasped, opened her legs wider, and finished taping me to the chair. He tore off one last piece and placed it over my mouth.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Little Joe stepped into the room, walked to my wife, and put a huge arm around her waist. His hand trailed down her belly, middle finger finally working its way inside her. He grinned at his friend, then at me. He was huge, bald, and covered with tattoos.
"Sarah, mind your manners. What do you say when you greet my friends?"
Slowly, she looked up into the face of the giant.
"May I drink your cum, please?"
He let out a sudden loud laugh.
"Man, you really have her trained right. Wish I could get my old lady to do that! Sure, Honey, you can have all the cum you can swallow. Here you go."
He unzipped his jeans and waited for her to begin. Sarah reached inside with one hand and pulled his cock free. Her hands went to work, rolling and squeezing it from root to tip. Her eyes widened as it grew into a massive, gnarled column of meat. Once in her mouth, its branching veins pulsed and throbbed, until he grunted and thrust his hips at her. I watched her soft throat convulse while she swallowed the streams of cum that jetted into her delicate mouth.
After she was sure to get every drop, she looked up and recited what was required of her.
"Thank you, Little Joe, for letting me drink your cum."
"Aww, ain't that sweet. She has manners, too. But I think you should really thank limp-dick over there in the chair. He's why you're here."
She glanced at me, then back at him, eyes pleading for mercy.
"Please, he's my husband - I can't do this - anything else, but not this."
"Hey, I thought you had her trained, man. Shit! I'm not asking you, you little cunt, I'm telling you! Thank the wimp, now!"
Six slow steps later she stood before me, her head lowered. Little Joe devoured every inch of her with bulging, glassy eyes as his friend pressed against her from behind, hands on her smooth shoulders. He stroked her neck and played with her short, dark hair, whispering to her while waiting for her response. I shook so violently that the chair rattled, inching slowly across the hardwood floor.
Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest.
"Thank you for letting me drink Little Joe's cum. . . I love taking his cock in my mouth. . . running my tongue over it. . .feeling it at the back of my throat. . .it's so much thicker and harder than yours. . .he floods my mouth when he cums. . . so much more than the tiny squirt you give me. . .thank you for giving me a real man to suck."
I was screaming from behind the duct tape before she was able to finish. I closed my eyes, shaking my head from side to side, trying to erase each word, one by one, as they ripped at me from her moist, swollen lips.
Then, opening my eyes, I watched through a curtain of tears as he turned her to face him, pulled her close, and ravaged her mouth with his invading tongue. She seemed to hang there, limp in his arms, as though she no longer had the strength to resist. I tore my eyes away when I saw her mouth open to him, her tongue wrestling with his. She wore her defeat with frightening resignation. I wore mine with anger and shame.
He held Sarah in his arms, grinding his cock into her belly, whispering softly close to her ear. She let her head fall back, exposing her long neck to him. He sucked sloppily, stopping now and then to feast on the white, velvet flesh. Her sudden brief cries brought a chuckle from him each time he marked her with a sudden bite.
Then it began - at first in the tiniest voice she could manage, then, each time, a little louder, until her words were unmistakable.
"Fuck me?
Please fuck me?
Please, Rock, put it in me?
Please fuck me?
Please put your cock inside me?
Fuck me?
Do it now, Rock.
Show him, Rock.
Show him how my belly swells with you inside me.
Show him how you stretch me until I can't take any more.
Please show my husband how much I love your cock.
Show him, Rock.
Show him.
Please?
Please?
Please?"
She begged him over and over while he watched me struggle to escape the chair. I knew she was coached. I knew that he gave her each and every word. I knew the moans and pleading were her only way of escaping a punishment that brought terror to her eyes.
But she used his name. He hadn't given it to either of us, and we didn't dare ask. But she knew it. She used it so easily, to beg for his cock. I fought to keep one brief seed of doubt at a distance. But it was too late. He had planted it with a word. Rock.
He shoved her toward me until her knees met mine. Taking a fistful of silky black hair, he bent her over me, until her hands found my shoulders for support. Twisting her head cruelly to the side, he put her soft lips against my ear. She knew better than to move an inch.
He circled behind her, leering at me over her shoulder. She lurched forward as he moved tightly against her, giving me a hint of what was to come.
"Do you want it, Sarah?"
She hesitated a few seconds, then began to whisper what I was to say.
"Please, Honey, tell him I'm ready. He'll punish me terribly if you don't do as he says. Just say what I tell you. They're only words. They won't mean anything if you don't let them. Please, oh god, please."
I looked up to find him grinning as her lips moved softly against my ear. I gave him what he wanted.
"She says she's ready."
The immediate laughter from Rock and little Joe was revolting.
"And what is she ready for, Sport?"
I swallowed twice and continued, using her words.
"She's ready for your big, thick cock."
"She wants my cock? Your precious wife is clinging to you, naked, begging for my cock? Why is that, Sport?"
I couldn't say it. The words refused to come. Fuck him. No.
But she cried softly, pleading with me to tell him. I had never seen her so terrified. Her body began to shake as she cried openly, repeating, "Please, I love you, please, I love you, please, I love you," until I had to be at least as strong as she tried to be.
"Because mine doesn't satisfy her anymore."
"Oh shit, Sport. That's a terrible thing for a wife to tell her husband. I'll bet that really hurts! Why would she say that? I'd want to know if she was my wife. Did she tell you why?"
"She says mine doesn't fill her cunt like yours does. She needs to be stretched inside, and mine's not big enough."
"Well, she can't blame you for being born with a tiny dick now, can she? Just doesn't seem right. I'm not sure I believe her. No man's dick could be that tiny. I think it's only fair to see for ourselves. C'mon Sarah. Let's see it. You can't say things like that about your husband without proof. Dig that monster out of his skivvies or quit your bitchin'."
To my utter horror, she unfastened my pants and worked them down to my knees. She tugged and tugged at my underwear, but I was so tightly bound to the chair, she couldn't get them over my hips. Finally, Rock produced a knife from his shirt pocket, leaned over, and cut them to shreds. Sarah removed the pieces one by one.
Fear and embarrassment had shrunken my cock to the size of an acorn. I had always considered it's size to be average, and Sarah had never complained in our five years of marriage. Rock's hung from his open zipper like a heavy rope. It swung like a pendulum, spilling out of his jeans, hanging like a rubbery piece of meat between his legs. Even flaccid, its size shocked me.
"Holy shit, Joe. Take a look at this! Is that really a dick? I've never seen anything like it. In fact, it's hard to see it at all! It ain't right, man. C'mon Sarah. Give him a boner. Give the guy a chance. It's gotta get a little bigger, doesn't it?"
She knelt between my legs and pulled at it, trying to stretch it far enough to milk it with her fingers. She pulled, rolled, and rubbed for ten minutes, but I was too humiliated to respond. Finally, she took me in her mouth and did all the things with her agile tongue that never failed to make me hard - without success. They laughed and joked about our frustrating attempts, which only made things worse.
Finally, she just gave up.
"I'm so sorry, Honey. I don't know what else to do. Can't you get just a little bit hard? I don't want them to laugh at you, but I've tried everything I can, and nothing seems to work."
Rock yanked her to her feet.
"I hate this whining. That's as big as he's gonna get. Give it up, bend over, and we'll finish what we started."
She leaned over me, her lips again brushing my ear. Rock moved in close and rubbed the tip of his cock into the tight slit between her legs.
"Let's hear some chatter, bitch. Now!"
I heard her gasp as he rocked her forward.
"Mmmm, he's putting the head of his cock inside me. I'm so wet. I want all of him. He's sliding it inside me. Deeper, deeper. Oh god, such a huge, hard cock, buried in your wife's tight cunt. I can feel his balls pressed against my clit. I'm so full of him. He's fucking me now, so hard, so deep. Can't you feel how my body moves with him, impaled on his giant prick? Yes, that's it. Faster. Faster. He's ready to cum in me, Honey. I've taken his cock so many times, I can tell. Yes. Yes. Yes, Rock! He's cumming inside me now, long, hot jets of cum, filling me, flooding your wife's pussy. Empty your balls in me, Rock. More. More. More. It feels so good to hold his sperm inside me, deep inside where you've never been. It's flowing out of me now, sticky and warm on my legs. Sooo good. So good, Rock. So good, so good."
I listened as a familiar sound grew louder. They arrived over the next thirty minutes, bike after bike filling our driveway. They paraded through the house like it belonged to them, helping themselves to our most private possessions. TVs, stereo, microwave oven, anything of any value, was stripped and hauled away. Small souvenirs collected from our many vacations, picture albums, including one with the only memories of our wedding, and even our clothes, were thrown into cartons and carried off into the night.
The looting quickly became a party. Music blared from the living room and the hiss of beer cans opening was everywhere. Rock made his appearance and returned to the bedroom with six members of his gang.
"Guys, these are our hosts, Sarah, and her husband, Sport. Sarah's not too happy with Sport tonight. What was it you said, Sarah? There never seems to be a cock around when you need one? So they begged me to help her out."
The room rang with their laughter as they pointed at my shriveled dick.
"Now, what was it you told your husband to tell me? Think hard, Sarah. I know that's a tall order for a bimbo like you, but it was just a little while ago."
"I-I-I told him I was ready for a big, thick, cock."
Howls filled the room again. They leered at her as she hung her head, trying not to look any of them in the eyes.
"Damn! Look at that body! She doesn't look like any wife I've ever seen. Looks more like a Barbie doll to me! A livin', breathin', Barbie doll. Hey, Barbie, here comes Ken!"
Ringo was a mountain of fat and sweat. She stood there, shaking, as she watched his enormous bulk come to a stop in front of her. The biker grabbed her breasts and squeezed, over and over, dwarfing them with his bear-like paws. Rock went to her side, watching with a new fascination.
"Hey, I like that, man. Barbie. . .Barbie. . .it's perfect! Hard little body, clueless as they come, stays in any position as long as you want - yeah, Barbie the fuck toy."
The biker mauled her breasts while Rock took her by the hair and turned her face to meet his.
"I never liked 'Sarah'. My sister's name is Sarah. It's disrespectful.
You like 'Barbie' better anyway, don't you?"
She nodded her head the best she could while he twisted her neck as far as it would go to one side.
"Speak, Barbie. I know you can do it. Try reeeal hard."
"I like 'Barbie' better than 'Sarah'."
"Good girl! Now, what's your full name?"
She looked terrified.
"I-I don't know what to. . ."
"Christ! What an empty headed bitch! OK, we'll do this real slow, so even you can remember. Ready?"
She nodded quickly, afraid of what would come next.
"Baaarbiee"
"Barbie"
"Fuck. . .toy"
"Fucktoy"
"Now, all by yourself. What's your name?"
She eyed the group of bikers around her, glanced quickly at me, then looked immediately back at Rock.
"Barbie Fucktoy"
Rock's hands shot into the air, high-fiving the cheering mob that now filled the room. The crowd edged toward her, backing her up against the foot of our bed. Rock took her hand and stepped up onto the mattress, towing her behind him. The mob looked up at them and quieted as Rock held his hands in the air again, this time to get their attention.
"Hey, quiet down, you freaks! Barbie has something she wants to say. OK, Barbie, this may hurt that tiny little brain of yours, but try really, really hard to remember. Now, go ahead, you mindless little piece of meat, tell them what you want."
I could see the expression on her face as she looked down at me from where she and Rock towered over the crowd. It was an equal mix of fear, exhaustion, and surrender. She knew what would happen after she answered. She had known for hours. A fragment of what was once Sarah broke free and retreated to a place where Barbie was born. It was an act of desperation, done in a heartbeat. To Sarah, it was a fair trade.
Her words were crushing.
"I'm ready for a big, thick, cock."
Cheers burst from the encroaching mob as she was lowered to the mattress by scores of unseen hands. Four of the bikers lifted my chair, hoisting me to the top of the dresser for a better view.
They surrounded the bed, holding her arms and legs, while fifteen pairs of hands explored every inch of her body. Rock snatched a sweaty bandana from a bystander, wrapping it around her head as a blindfold. Soon, fifteen erections sprouted from the circle of men closest to the edge of the mattress.
Rock pointed to Ringo, and waved him onto the mattress. His bulk made the bed sag and groan as he crawled between her slim thighs, now stretched wide by the surrounding mob. He worked the head of his cock into her gaping slit, and with one quick thrust, buried the entire length of it in her belly. I saw her wince in pain, and heard her sudden cry as the weight of his immense body drove his cock farther inside her.
Rock appeared at her side in seconds, his jaws flexing, eyes full of rage.
"Did I tell you to speak, Barbie? Did I? Huh? I don't think so. Now stop whining like a baby and be nice to Ringo. You'll hurt his feelings. And then I'll be very pissed off. Understand?"
She gave him two tiny nods, trying to keep from crying out as Ringo plunged into her a second time. Rock stared into her face, waiting for her make the slightest sound. Ringo pulled back, took a deep breath, and grunted. He slammed into her a again, this time with enough force to batter her cervix with the bulging head of his cock. The scream was horrifying. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head from side to side. Rock was furious.
"Can't keep your mouth shut, can you. You stupid little slut!"
Ringo stopped to watch Rock in action. He enjoyed Rock's temper tantrums, and grinned at Rock as she took his abuse. Just for fun, he twitched his cock a few times inside her to try to make her squeal again. She gritted her teeth and managed to stay quiet.
"Fine. You wanna use your mouth for something? Open it. Now. Good girl. I'll only tell you this once, so you'll have to use that empty little head of yours. Understand? Good. You'll keep your mouth open until I tell you to close it. Fuck up, and I'll cut you. Fuck up twice and I'll make your face look like a roadmap. Got all that, Barbie? You Sure?"
She nodded again, keeping her jaw open as far as she could. Her eyes followed the gleaming blade of his knife as he folded it and returned it to his shirt pocket.
"OK guys, she's all yours. Fill'er up!"
Six bikers knelt on the mattress beside her. They crowded around her, rubbing their cocks over her hair and face. Her eyes darted wildly as they smeared trails of juicy precum over her cheeks and lips. When one of the bikers forced the bursting head of his dick into her mouth, her tongue brushed the tip of it, then pressed against it again when she tried to avoid licking it a second time. He came instantly, spraying long streams of the sticky goo against the back of her throat. With her mouth open and head back, she had no choice but to swallow as much of it as she could. One by one, all six bikers filled her open mouth as they masturbated over her. Six others took their place when they were finished, and a line began to form. A second line at the foot of the bed took turns between her legs.
I watched for hours as they used her. After a while, no one had to restrain her. She gave in to them, letting them fill her mouth and cunt with load after load of fresh semen. It collected between her legs in a slimy puddle, oozing from her every time a new cock slid inside her. Sometimes two or three of them would come in her mouth at the same time. She would choke and gag on the sudden flood of thick paste as it collected in the back of her throat while trying to take every bit of it in large gulps.
I lost count of how many men shot their cum into her before it was over. The room easily held twenty-five or thirty of them, and the line outside seemed endless. They partied until sunup, then were gone as suddenly as they had arrived. They left us naked, in an empty house.
Sarah had to free me from the chair, still perched atop the dresser. Her pretty face was ravaged with the aftermath of the night before. A thick layer of cum, now partially dried, coated every inch of her face. Even her eyelids glistened with it, leaving her eyelashes matted and stiff. Her short, black hair was drenched with pools of semen. I watched with disgust as large globs of the sticky mess left her once silky hair, landing with tiny splats on her bare shoulders.