The one question that most professionals are asked, not only by their patients, but by their friends and acquaintances at social gatherings, is why today's society seems to be hyper-sexually orientated? This is a question, of course, that would take a great many more pages to answer than I have allotted to me here.
Briefly, I can say that every question in the past was as sexually orientated as the present generation. If they were not, then the population of the world would have deceased instead of increased. Our present society is more vocal about their sexuality and therefore, they seem to be more sexually orientated.
The younger generation of today are the most vocal group. I should also add that they are a very sexually active group. They are only living the lives that their parents dreamed about and rarely admitted to in public. This younger generation is vocal about many of their sexual practices that their parents acted out in the privacy of their bedrooms.
Is this generation better off because of its sexual practices? The answer might be in this very novel by C. Randolph Zuker. The over emphasis on sex detracts from a truly creative life by interfering with the individual's non-sexual creative ability. In the end it could actually lead to the destruction of the individual's contribution to society plus destruction of the individual himself. This point is made very clear by the author of this novel. His final premise being, that sex has its place in every man and woman's life, but not to the point that it replaces those other very important factors that make life really worth living.
-Dr. E. V. Johanson New York City
CHAPTER ONE
All four of them were there. Art, the leader; Lenny, the decoy; Jerk, a moron who just followed, and Ape, the strong arm. Nobody knew they were there. If they did, the place would have been surrounded by cops and a wild gun battle would have ensued. These four young men had been terrorizing the city for four months, daylight robberies of filling stations and super markets, and raped a woman in broad daylight in the middle of a parking lot of one of the busiest sections of the city.
Now they were in their hide-out with a girl they had kidnapped. The boys were a little unhappy because Art had not let them fuck her. He had kept her to himself for the entire night and day. Their spirits arose when Art's steady girl showed up at the hide-out that night. They were sure that she would put up a fuss if Art tried to fuck the girl while she was there. That meant that Art would have to turn her over to them. They just waited until someone made the first move. It was Art's steady girl.
"It's gitting late, baby," Ella suddenly broke the heavy silence, and touched Art's arm. "Let's you and me git in the bed."
Art remained silent, but it brought response from the others. Lenny, obviously selected to be their spokesman, rose and walked over behind Gina's chair. He placed a hand on her trembling shoulder and spoke haltingly to the leader.
"Art, you got Ella tonight, ain't no reason we cain't have the new cunt, is there?"
"Yeah, man, theah's a reason," Art said drunkenly. "She's sleepin' in my pad tonight."
Gina's heart skipped a beat and a sudden strange feeling of relief ran through her shaking body. It wasn't much, but at least she wouldn't be raped by all three of the others. It was a shallow victory, but one that, under the circumstances, was an important one.
"Baby," Ella, on the other side of him, pleaded in disbelief, "you cain't mean that! That's a strange cunt and I'm your steady."
"Shut up," he said angrily, without looking at her. "When I say the word, don't you or nobody question it."
"But, baby," she whimpered next to him. "We bin together a long time and done a lot."
"Shut up, I said," Art snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "Ya heard my decision." Ella sat with a stunned expression for a moment, hurt registering in her eyes, and then., without the slightest warning, leaped pantherlike across the table, knocking the surprised Gina to the rough pine board floor with a crash. Her hands tangled wildly in her hair, pulling savagely at it as though her very life depended on it. Gina tried to fight back, but it was hopeless. The girl in her insane jealousy possessed the strength of a demon and scratched and bit at the shrieking girl until Gina thought it would never end. It seemed an eternity but was only an instant until the shouting Art wrenched the half-crazed Ella from her and threw her brutally across the room. She landed with a dull thud against the wall and lay sobbing out her misery in a piteous heap on the floor as the enraged Art stood protectively over the trembling body of Gina ten feet away.
He glared over at the limp and quivering form of his steady girl as though contemplating the worst of all possible punishments and then snarled to the others so that the sobbing Ella could hear, "You guys got 'er tonight," he said venomously, and then added, "Jerk, you first."
Ella's head raised from the floor, tears streaming down her face in utter disbelief. Her mouth gaped open in pain from the blow she had received when she hit the wall and she tried to speak but could only manage a piteous moan.
"B-Baby, n-no, please not him, please."
"Fuck 'er, you stupid son-uf-a-bitch, she's all yours."
There was no need for a second invitation. The imbecilic Jerk, spittle running from the corner of his mouth, covered the short distance between him and the prostrate girl with a single leap across the floor and landed heavily on her stomach, crushing the breath from her with a loud "ooomph." She tried to twist from beneath him to escape but the suddenness and intensity of the attack was too much for the stunned Ella, and she lay writhing and twisting beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of escape. Too much had been built up in his frustrated mind to lose the prize that was prostrate and helpless beneath him now. He had missed the other girl when Art kept her for himself and he had to be satisfied with masturbating over her ravished and beaten body.
But now it was different, now he had something that he could vent his long smouldering lust upon. Something that he had always thought untouchable, and that thought incited his vicious attack all the more. It was the leader's girl, the one who had always lorded it over him and teased him in his idiotic ignorance and driven him half insane with her promised touches to his arm or a secret smile that she had given, safe in the knowledge that he would never dare touch her as long as she was Art's girl.
But now, now it had changed. She was a king's favorite, suddenly thrown in anger to the peasants whom she had teased and tormented from afar for so long.
Gina watched in terror from the position in which she had fallen from the attack a few moments before. She wanted to cry out and help the girl but could not. It had all happened so suddenly and without warning that she was not really certain what was going on around her. Her mind would not work and she lay frozen, eyes agape at the terrible spectacle transpiring before her horror-stricken face.
The half-crazed Jerk, eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal lust, pulled Ella's half-resisting body up to him and slammed his large and thick rubbery lips on hers. It was savage and brutal and the suntanned girl slipped away with the strength of a sudden burst of fear. He slapped her then, his face hard and vicious. The blow landed across her mouth with such force that she fell back to the floor, her head hitting with a loud thud that resounded across the room like a cannon shot. Gina thought surely she must be unconscious, but the still struggling girl even then slipped from his grasp and was half-way to her knees before he caught her.
His second blow landed at the side of her head and was with his balled fist. Her head jolted to the side crazily and she managed a half intelligible plea from between loose, half-unconscious lips.
"Art, baby, don't let 'em, don't let 'em do it to me."
Gina looked to him, a silent plea for the girl in her own eyes, but it was useless. She had picked the wrong time to bug him and her punishment was final. He would not have interfered now even if he had wanted to, it was their law and could not be changed.
Jerk hit her again as the others watched gleefully from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew their turn would come soon with the luscious, haughty bitch who had lived under Art's protection for so long, and they would take their full measure of revenge like so many jackals feasting upon the remains of a once proud, but wounded lioness.
Her body was half limp now and Gina watched in stunned horror as the crazed Jerk, frothing at the mouth from his passion began brutally tearing at her clothes. The half-insensible girl did not stand a chance as her blouse and bra were brutally ripped from her still struggling body. Her full, tan tits fell free from the tight, restricting binding and quivered nakedly in the air. She tried to rise, but he smashed her back to the floor again, hooking his fingers in the top of her tight fitting slacks and ripping them down over her wildly thrashing ankles to the floor. Another vicious blow to the face stilled her for a moment, and his hands tore the last of her protective clothing, her white, nylon panties, from her body with a sadistic jerk. She was completely naked now and helpless before the brutal attack and lay almost lifeless beneath the moron.
There was no resistance left but the pent-up passion of the dim-witted Jerk roared on. He rolled her to her stomach flat on the floor and muttering vague and unintelligible obscenities, kneaded and tore at the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks, her back and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears to Gina's gaping eyes.
And then, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, he rolled her over again on her back and forced her legs brutally apart. He kneeled up for a moment between her full, suntanned thighs, dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand, and then fell forward, crushing her body with an animal-like grunt hard down into the floor.
Their feet were facing Gina not more than three feet away and her eyes were centered on the wide split crevice of the helpless girl's vagina, the smooth, pink flesh of the stretched opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft wetness in a sparse forest of black pubic hair. Her asscheeks were smashed flat to the rough pineboard floor beneath, with his monstrous thick cock insinuated down between the crevice that split the smooth, full-rounded moons. The large, over-sized, bulbous head touched the floor beneath and Gina was close enough that she could see it was wet and sticky where his seminal fluid had seeped out the narrow opening at the tip in his wild excitement of the rape of the untouchable beauty that had been thrown to him so unexpectedly a few short seconds ago.
He wasted no time with preliminaries and the horrified girl lying prostrate at the couple's feet gasped as she saw the muscles of his buttocks tighten as they lifted high in the air over the up-turned loins of the moaning and pleading girl. It poised at the wet, stretched opening of her visibly palpitating cunt for what seemed an eternity and then jerked forward brutally to disappear between the soft, fleshy, down-covered folds between her legs with a wet, slithering rush that brought a long, painful scream from the spread-eagled girl. "Aaaaaaggghhh!"
A chill ran the full length of Gina's spine causing her body to jerk spasmodically on the floor where she had not moved since the girl had smashed her there in her jealous rage a century ago. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened, half in revulsion and half in a sudden obscene memory that flooded through her mind without warning. She was standing at the door of her mother's bedroom again and peering in at the horrible lewd spectacle of a strange man spearing into her own shameless mother's hungry, nibbling vagina, except this time the broad, thick prick pistoning into the wide-spread loins before her eyes and the buttocks jiggling beneath its vicious attack were young, firm and tan. But the setting was the same, only this time she was closer and could see with all too vivid clarity the giant cock sink to the hilt and disappear into the pink slit between the cruelly spread thighs, until only a tiny little stretch of it was still visible and moistly glistening beneath the huge balls that dangled sperm-filled and bloated down from the crevice of the idiot's ass.
Gina was too horrified to make a sound, but moaned beneath her breath as the imbecilic Jerk lay still, soaking the full length of his giant, throbbing cock inside the moist softness of the girl's quivering belly for a few torturous seconds, and then with a deep-throated groan born of animal lust began to fuck her savagely with long, hard strokes that carried the full, monstrous length of his prick. The helplessly impaled girl groaned and writhed painfully beneath the driving force of the pounding body as he reached down her legs under her knees and pulled up viciously, bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater access to the open, wet entrance of her cunt. Ella choked and sputtered beneath him in agony and the sudden humiliation of being thrown to the gang idiot like this to be used and raped as his dim-witted mind dictated.
A moment ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen, the girl of the gang leader, but now she was just another piece of female flesh that would from now on be passed among them to be fucked and used as each of them in turn would so desire and when they would desire. Her humiliation knew no bounds and she grunted and moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly erupted.
"Art, baby, noooooo, make him stop. Please, make him stop!"
Her face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall into the depths of gang whoredom from which she could never return. Her long, dark, silky hair flailed from side to side on the rough, dirty floor, tiny mewling. pleas for mercy and relief from the pain and humiliation rolling from her tortured lips. But Art ignored her and sat silent. He had spoken and there was no more to be said.
"Oooohhhh, please, Art, Art, stop him, stop him," she moaned, as the glistening body between her legs began to fuck into her with greater and greater desperation.
"Shut up," Art finally snarled down at her twisting and struggling form. "Let 'em fuck ya."
"Nooooo, noooooo," she screamed, hearing his words above the wildly panting mouth at her ear. "Not this idiot, not this idiot."
But her pleas and shouts were suddenly cut brutally short by a hand smashing across her face as Jerk heard through his inflamed passion the insults leaping from her lips. He crushed his thick, rubbery mouth tight down over hers, drowning out with a wet, slobbering finality the further screams building in her throat. He dug his fingers cruelly and hard into the firm, large mounds of her tits and Gina thought surely he was going to kill the girl from the back-breaking position into which he was forcing her with greater and greater strength.
She was bent nearly double now, with her knees scraping painfully into the roughness of the floor back over her shoulders. His long, thick cock pistoned like a log into the ever expanding softness of her cunt and Gina could hear the harsh slap of his sperm-inflated balls beating a lewd and orgasm-building rhythm against the tiny, tight shithole nestled in the crevice below her filled and battered pussy. She tried to close the sound from her ears, but it would not go. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the horrible ravishment taking place so close in front of her, but they flickered open again involuntarily, hypnotized by the bestial assault.
The demented Jerk began to go wild now with passion and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever-increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body hard down into the rough, dirty boards of the floor until Gina thought he would drive her completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her as she twisted and squirmed to escape the pain. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his cock battered into her machine gun like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing girl peering up between his legs at the rigid column of wet, pistoning flesh.
Gina held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh of the squirming Ella's vagina withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust the crazed Jerk made into her.
And then, her heart suddenly stopped, as she heard a low, animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping moron and his rigid pole of flesh skewing madly into the helpless girl beneath him began throbbing out its lewd, hot liquid deep inside her quivering cunt.
Gina could see it jerking forward and tunnel its way as deep inside the moaning and pleading Ella as it could go to plant its sperm deep, deep, up inside her. She could see the obscene, white liquid of his pent-up passion bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the wide-spread crevice of Ella's buttocks.
Her legs kicked out helplessly in the air on either side of him and fell limply to the floor. It was over and there was no more reason to resist. It had been done and nothing could take it back. The exhausted Jerk lay collapsed heavily for a moment across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating prick in the liquid depths of her cunt that he had filled completely a moment before. And then he slowly rose to his feet, pulling his pants up and buckling them as he did. His eyes were still locked on the sun-tanned goddess lying limply on the floor and they reflected the disbelief that still lingered that such a prize had been thrown to him so quickly and without warning. One moment she had been untouchable, and the next, she was lying beneath his pounding hips with her legs split wide apart like any other piece of tail he had ever had, except infinitely better.
Ella lay exactly as he had left her. Not caring about a thing. Her world had been destroyed in that sudden rush of decision by Art to throw her to the others. Nothing mattered anymore and she lay with her. legs wide apart and the raw, pink crevice between her open thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. Gina could see the contempt on Art's face as he calmly watched the battered and used body of the girl he had protected and called his own until a few moments before. There was no compassion in his eyes now and Gina sensed that tonight he was destroying everything for a reason she could not guess. She knew he was going to demand things from her and she was prepared to submit, knowing she had no choice but to do so or be tossed to the others like Ella. But now, now she was frightened more of him in the state of mind he was in at this moment. There was no telling what he would do to her in his sudden anger with the world.
There was a groan from the floor.
The naked body had moved and seemed to come back to life. Her head was raised from the floor and she was looking at the drunken Art sitting in his chair at the table with hate-filled eyes. Her mouth was contorted in an animalistic snarl that reeked of cold contempt.
"You weak-livered son-of-a-bitch," she spat up at him in her anguish. "You want that cunt, you take that cunt. But I'm gonna git her. I'm gonna make her pay like she ain't never paid before."
She lay for a second longer staring coldly through the distance that separated them and then slowly lifted herself from the floor. It was then that Gina could see how beautifully built the girl really was. It was a strong animal kind of body whose tight muscles rippled faintly under the thin skin that did not destroy the illusion of a perfect and soft femininity that appeared as though it would break if touched too hard. She was lithe and strong like a cat and had full, ripe tits that protruded from her chest like two ripe succulent cantaloupes. Her waist was narrow and flowered out below to full-boned hips that, coupled with the firm, full roundness of her well-formed thighs, presented the most delectable picture of animal sensuality that Ella had ever seen.
Her black flashing eyes added to the mysterious beauty she possessed, but their hatred and the horrible threats spewing from her venom-filled mouth sent a cold chill of foreboding rippling through Gina's body. She knew the girl in her wild, uncontrolled anger would go to any lengths to take her revenge on her if she got the slightest opportunity and her sole chance of survival revolved back to Art again. She had to stick to him at all costs now as her very life would be in danger if the fallen and humiliated Ella ever got her under her control for even a second.
Involuntarily, she found her hand snaking across the floor by her side and closing over the sitting Art's ankle. Her fingers closed around it in a silent prayer for protection from the hate-filled eyes of the dethroned girl glaring at her. There was no one else to turn to, she had to hang on to him no matter what kind of humiliation and degradation she would be exposed to. He was the only one with the strength and power to save her now.
Art smiled to himself through the haze of the alcohol as he felt the sudden pressure against the sides of his ankle. He knew instinctively what it took to bring a girl to her knees. They were the same and give them a little competition mixed with fear and they would come around. He had done this before between girls and it had never failed. The anger of the one losing favor with the leader always drove the other into a dependency on him that she could not control.
And now it had worked again.
The little bitch was groveling at his feet out of sheer terror of what would happen to her if he let the vanquished Ella get at her. He would enjoy her tonight. Yes, he would take all she had to give and then some. After all, she was just another cunt and he kept telling himself he shouldn't forget that, in spite of the softness he felt toward her. She was a cunt to be used and he couldn't let emotion interfere. But, even as the thoughts ran through his mind, he knew emotion would enter into it. She evoked a certain gentleness in him that he had never really felt before and he couldn't quite understand it. There had never been room in his life for this kind of weakness and he found it disconcerting to him. But, he would not make a mistake. She was his now for as long as he could keep her here. Ella could keep the others happy for awhile and he would not have to worry about them. He was certain they had been looking forward to it for a long time the way she had teased them and all. They would be happy to really put it on her, but it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered anymore.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the tightening of the girl's hand around his ankle on the floor. He looked up and could see the snarling face of the half-crouched Ella glaring through the distance at her. She was ready to spring again at the cringing Gina though her legs were wobbly and the strength was almost gone from her body from the vicious screw she had just been given by the demented Jerk.
Art spoke quickly.
"Git 'er, Ape, fast," he commanded.
There was no hesitation and Ape's body hurtled instantaneously across the room, intercepting the angered Ella before she left her feet. They landed in an entangled heap in the center of the room with a loud crash. There was another "Ooooomph" from the pain-wracked lips of Ella as Ape's full weight came down directly on top of her naked body. She jerked for a moment beneath him and then lay limp, totally devoid of all strength and power to resist.
He sat up on top of her, an expectant grin playing lewdly across his fat, thick lips. He, too, had waited a long time until Art tired of this haughty little bitch and threw her open to the others. She had swished her teasing little ass around too much, showing them what she had and knowing full well she wouldn't have to pass it around. Well, by shit, now she'd get hers. He had often thought of those tight, little, well-formed lips closing over the head of his long cock and what a picture it would make.
Well, now he was going to see. He was going to make her suck him until she made him cum like a bull in that proud, little mouth that had been too good for him and the others while Art was protecting her. He felt a sudden jerk in his pants as he visualized her swallowing his hot load as he spewed it all the way down her throat. He reached down and ran his hands greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth, tight hollows giving before the slight pressure he exerted. He circled his thumbs up over the full, sensuous lips and pushed them gently apart to see the pink, moist flesh of her tongue that would soon be circling around the hardness of his throbbing cock like that of a coiling cobra.
Gina could see his eyes burning in a lewd reflection of lust that again made her body tremble for the safety of the poor girl trapped beneath the weight of his thighs. She knew she should be grateful for the attack she had just been saved from but her mind would just not accept the horrible and crude thought of what was about to happen to the girl again. Her civilized training repelled the thought even though she was an avowed enemy that would have no more mercy upon her than a hungry she-wolf if she ever got her under her control.
"Now, baby," she heard Ape chuckle evilly down into the prostrate Ella's face. "You and me gonna play games like you ain't never played before."
The limp body of the girl shuddered even as she lay limp beneath him. There was a certain horrified acceptance in her face because she knew there was no hope whatever of escape from the hopeless position she was in. Besides she had already been humiliated and defiled by the gang idiot to the point where nothing else mattered much. It could never be as bad as it had when she had to lay there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up in her belly just like any common street whore that he had bought for a dollar.
No... further resistance was useless. She had lost her protector and perhaps it was better to please as best she could to get them on her side for the revenge that she vowed to herself was going to follow.
She had to get that little bitch if it was the last thing she ever did in the world. She was the one who had toppled her position as queen of the gang and made her end up as being nothing more than a sadistic screw for those members of the gang that had been so inferior to her before and would never have dared touch her if the bitch had not taken Art away from her.
Yes, she would give it to them, all they wanted and how they wanted it, but she would take her revenge when she got the chance she knew was bound to come if she waited long enough. She would make the sweet little cunt suffer as she was suffering now and know the indignities she was going through. There would be no mercy when her turn came and she would make certain she got it good, good and hard, right up to her little tits.
"You better be good, Ella," Ape was sneering above her. "You bin a hot, little pants jist waitin' for me, ain'cha?"
She glowered up at him with eyes of contempt and he reached down behind her and put his hands backwards between her thighs and forced them slowly apart. She let herself go, opening her legs before his harsh pressure and gritting her teeth, trying to hold back the scream of revulsion building within her. He ran the tip of his finger up the slit of her vagina, still moist from the fucking Jerk had given to her a short while ago. She just lay still and let him do it to her.
"You ain't fightin' no more, baby," he leered down at her. "Ole Ape gittin' to ya?"
The girl closed her eyes from the pressure against the sensitive lips of her cunt and her face was impassive as though she wished she were dead at this very moment. The man sitting across her naked stomach ran his hands gently, almost reverently over her hips and belly and then suddenly lost control and squeezed them with a cruel hard force that brought a sudden squeal from her lips.
"Man, I never expected to git any o' this so soon," he grinned down at her nakedness beneath him. "But I ain't gonna fuck ya where Jerk shot into ya. Baby, you gonna suck me till it runs outta ya ears."
His head dropped suddenly and he bit hard into the round softness of her breast. His teeth sunk cruelly into her firm flesh, making her jerk and squeal again. He laughed at her sudden pain and moved his mouth down over the smooth flatness of her belly, biting into the softness of her skin all along the way.
Gina watched with a vague detachment now. She had felt horror for so long that it was no longer horror and there was nothing she could do but lay still and watch.
The girl was squirming in earnest now, attempting to escape the sharp, nipping teeth biting into her. She pushed at the muscular head with all her remaining strength, but it was useless. He, like the imbecilic Jerk, had waited too long and the prize of taking this haughty, young bitch wasn't going to pass through his hands now.
He leaned up above her and looked down again at her naked flesh stretched beneath. His hands ran up over the narrowness of her tits again. It was obvious he was enjoying her torment beneath him and was delaying the final moment as long as he could hold out. He leaned back on his haunches and looked up and down the length of her tan body again. A slight gasp came from his lips as the full, lovely symmetry registered in his gaping eyes. It reminded him, on a slightly slimmer and more muscular scale, of the girl he had had with Lenny one night, except that Lenny had got the sucking then. Now, it was his turn to sink it between a set of warm, soft lips and blow his balls deep down in her throat. This one would be particularly satisfying, he thought, as he felt a hollow longing feeling begin deep in his balls.
Ella lay limp now that his teeth were no longer tearing into her flesh. There was a look of resignation on her face that indicated that she had resigned herself to accepting the degradations he was about to subject her body to. She hardly knew he was there now and the only thoughts that ran through her mind were of what she would do to the little bitch that had gotten her into this degrading situation. Her lips curled at the corners of her mouth and a grim animal hatred registered in her eyes as the thoughts raced through her mind faster and faster. There was nothing that would be too good for the bitch and she would make certain with all her being that she suffered like she had never suffered before.
Ape stood up and began stripping the clothes from his short, ape-like body.
"Baby, this is gonna take a long time," he smiled arrogantly down at her. "So, you jist relax and enjoy it."
He was naked now and stood above her with his long cock standing straight out from his belly.
"Git up," he suddenly growled at her. "I wanna see what ole Art's been gittin' all this time before I mess it all up."
The girl rose shakily to her feet without hesitation. She knew better than to fight now, that would come later when she was in a better position. Revenge against the new girl thundered through her mind as the short, stocky ape turned her around and around, pinching here and there at particularly sensitive spots on her body and bringing slight winces of pain from her lips. His mouth and eyes gloated lustfully on the provocative curves that had taunted him for so long and now were within his grasp.
He reached out with his arm and pulled her to him, running his hands down over the full firmness of her tits, up and down the sides of her waist and full, flaring hips, over her rounded ass and thighs until he could stand his own sadistic teasing no longer.
His hands reached up and tangled cruelly in her dark silken hair and he forced her protestingly down on her knees in front of him. Her face was held directly in front of the long, rigid cock cleaving out from his belly. There was a strained grimace on her face and her eyes were open wide as she saw it slowly moving under the tip of her nose toward her lips. The short, squat man grinned like an evil devil above her and rubbed the warm, moist head stickily around the sides of her face and cheeks as he maintained the steel tight grip in her hair with his straining hands.
Gina watched the girl's proud black eyes that had flashed in strength and anger such a short time ago close in bitter humiliation as she felt the obscene, sticky prick rubbing over the softness of her facial flesh.
"Open your mouth," Ape hissed down at her. She hesitated for a moment and he jerked his hands in her hair, causing a short gasp of pain to slip from her lips.
He pressed forward as they opened to emit a soulful cry and brushed the head gently back and forth against their wet, lip-stick covered softness. She started to cry again, but it came out muffled and low as he pushed the sound back down her throat with the throbbing head of his cock.
"Now, suck on it, ya bitch," he gloated from above the top of her head. "Git with it and suck, baby. Them lil lips of yours ain't too good for it any more.
His hands tightened in her hair again and his lips bared back over the whiteness of his teeth as he pulled her face slowly forward, sliding the warm, moist flesh of her saliva-filled mouth over his throbbing cock.
"Suck," he hissed again, warning this time in his voice.
Her lips began to nibble slightly on it from fear of the pain that would come if they did not. Gina could see the sudden change in the snarling face standing over the kneeling girl as he felt the first moist suction begin around his rapidly growing prick. His eyes bulged down as he watched the now subjugated girl's working mouth hollowing around his long column protruding into it. Gina trembled again as she remembered through her tortured mind the long instrument that had spewed its hot, lewd sperm into her own tortured mouth last night and found herself moaning again under her breath in sympathy with the girl kneeling like a squaw now before the undulating hips of the squat, muscular Ape.
He ripped at her hair again.
"Suck it harder, baby," he commanded with a deep throated growl. "Put some skin around it."
Her tongue tangled around him, bringing another deep-throated growl from his lips. The girl began to work now as though she enjoyed it and her tongue, lips and teeth all pressed close and moist around him until Gina could see his shining buttocks tense together as he jerked forward deeper into the warm, soft cavern of the girl's hot, moist mouth.
"Oooooohhh, baby, that's it, baby. Suck it, suck it," he chanted above her bobbing head as she let herself go completely to end it as soon as she could.
His hands snaked around the sides of her head now, stroking at the soft silkiness of her hair and pulling and teasing at the lobes of her ears. His hips jerked back and forth wildly before her now uninhibited attack on his genitals and he moaned and muttered obscene filthy phrases down at her at the same time, making her move faster and faster with his hands.
Gina watched helplessly, her hand tightening around Art's ankle in a silent prayer for protection from the horrible things that could happen to her if the other three men were to get their hands on her. Terrible and sickening memories of the things Art had done to her helpless and open body last night flickered through her mind in an unending train of obscene pictures of what her own full body must have looked like as she had been buffeted by Art. She looked again at Ape, now fucking the kneeling Ella in the mouth and the lean, muscular Lenny, who was leaning against the wall stroking his hardened prick in his hands as he excitedly waited his turn with the proud, fallen queen of the gang. She found herself even longing for the moment she knew would come when Art would take her from the room and begin doing these horrible things to her that all the others were waiting their turn for on the helpless Ella. At least, it would get her out of this terrible room and away from the lewd, licentious scene transpiring now before her. She didn't know if she could take much more of it without becoming sick. Anything would be better than this, even submitting to Art.
There was another groan from the ecstatic face of the squat Ape as the kneeling girl sucked at his cock like a hungry calf feeding from a mother cow. The smooth, hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point as it expanded with each passing thrust into her warm, wet cavern, but she tried not to think about that. She concentrated on the punishment she would mete out later when her chance came with the new girl.
Lewd and bizarre punishments ran through her mind at a rapid pace and it was only when the humping Ape, screwing her in the mouth, would give an extra hard tug on her hair that her thoughts would return to the subservient task she was performing.
He kept skewering further and further into her mouth so that she could feel the hard, rubbery tip of the head of his cock grazing smoothly against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with warm, moist saliva and made a smooth, hot sheath around the monstrous instrument as it pummeled faster and faster into her face. His huge balls beat a steady rhythm of lust and passion against the tip of her chin and she could feel him all wet there where some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had drooled down from her lips and moistened the whole of her lower face.
The ape-like Ape was looking down at her now with a lust-contorted face that glistened with savage desire as he felt her begin to suck him with a moist, nibbling, sucking sound as he crushed his sweating loins at her face and ground his fingers cruelly into the side of her head. He wanted this proud little bitch that had been putting them all on for so long to swallow it when he squirted his hot load into her mouth. He wanted to debase her completely for all the times he had wanted her and yet not dared to touch her for fear of Art's anger.
But now, now, he had her where he had always wanted her and would bend her to his complete will if it was the last thing he ever did. In fact, it was even sweeter than he ever expected it could be because the fallen queen knew that Art was watching her every move as she was forced to lick and suck like a common whore and that must have increased her humiliation and hurt to no end. He crooned on his obscenities down at the top of her now wildly bobbing head as he watched with gleaming eyes the flesh of his cock disappear into the tight oval hole formed by her full, wide-stretched lips and saw them clasping around it wetly like the lips of a vagina.
Her eyes were closed tightly now in her shame and humiliation and his lunging cock felt as though it were being tormented by a thousand tiny needle-sharp pins stinging into it like a pin-cushion. There was a rush in his brain that sounded like the roar of a hundred waterfalls and he knew he could hold back no longer.
It had to be now!
He thrust his thick, glistening cock deep into her mouth and arched his pelvis forward toward her face, pressing at the same time against her cheeks with the tips of his fingers so that her mouth was tighter around it and he could feel the full force of it and expanding in the softness between her tongue and the roof of her mouth until a thousand electric sensations seemed to be pressing in on him all at once. He gripped her head between his hands with a savage jungle scream, feeling all his passion rushing from the warm haven of his balls to the bloated head of his cock and rammed it deep with all his lust-inspired power far into her throat.
She choked and sputtered for a single, long-held minute, and then, he emitted a coarse, deep-throated moan and his hot, sticky sperm shot in a thick, warm jet deep into the confines of her open, sucking mouth. He held her head in front of him with a strong, vice-like grip until he had emptied himself completely into the once proud queen's sperm-filled mouth and then sank helplessly back onto the floor behind him.
His soft, deflated cock slipped with a wet, sucking noise from between her cum-covered lips, a thin, string-like trickle of white still connecting them together. The hollows of her throat worked for long moments afterwards, swallowing in great gulps the liquid-white fluid he had creamed into her throat.
Gina's horrified mind was jerked suddenly from the lewd, obscene sight of Ape cuming into the helpless girl's mouth by a pair of hands that had reached under her armpits and were suddenly lifting her from the floor where she lay. She was half aware of being dragged across the rough pine board floor toward the bedroom where her dimly aware mind knew it was her turn to be fucked again into sensibility as she had been last night on the bed in the filthy unkept corner. She started to scream, but it was choked deep down inside her chest by the sudden realization that if she did, it would only make matters worse. She half struggled to her feet to ease the pain of her legs scraping against the floor and half-walked, half-staggered, in the arms of the drunken, now lust-incited, Art to the bed where she knew she must pay her ticket to safety from the other three men, who were even now lifting the prostrate form of the used and humiliated Ella to the bed for further and even more obscene acts of sexual depravity.
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Gina dimly heard the door shut behind them as Art kicked it shut with his foot. It didn't stay completely closed but swung open slightly so that it didn't shut away the piteous sound of moaning the distraught Ella made, being assaulted again on the bed where Gina herself had been so bitterly humiliated last night. She wanted to cry out and plead with him to shut the door to take her mind from what was happening to the poor girl and what was about to happen to her. But she dared not make a sound now as the tone of the gang leader's mood had changed and she was frightened of what he might do if she uttered the slightest protest.
He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her face drop down across it. She hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listened as though in a trance as she heard him stripping the clothing from his muscular body and drop them heavily to the floor. The heavy, metallic belt buckle hit with an incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. Then there was silence, except for the occasional male grunts of passion mixed with whimpering feminine protests coming through the door from the other room.
Gina tensed her body and waited for the touch of his hands on her back, but there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her in the dim light from the candle he had lit before removing his clothes. She didn't have to turn her head to know he was studying her as she could feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her reclining form.
"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the screams coming from the other room and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where the strange, suddenly tender, voice came from. It was Art as she could see no one else through the hazy, blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was an Art that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The very softness of his voice sheared the harsh accent away and made him something else, something human, that she had mysteriously felt in him, but had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that roamed the streets taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone just as they had abducted her and used her as they wished. But now with the sudden tenderness of the leader, whom she had feared most of all because of his power of life or death over her, she was no longer certain.
"I hope I didn't hurt cha," he spoke again, making no move to approach the bed even though he had prepared himself to take her.
"No, no, you didn't," she found herself saying without thinking about it, then realizing it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to plead for herself since she had become their captive.
She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down beside her when he heard her speak. She cringed away from his nakedness from habit though she was not as frightened by it as she had been in the beginning. There was really nothing more for her to fear except death itself. He had done everything to her that was imaginable and she was not so certain that perhaps death now wouldn't be preferable to facing the world again after the brutal and sadistic sexual depravities she had been subjected to since being taken from the street last night. Yes, she thought, death would be preferable if it did not involve pain because she could not stand that and she could be bent to his will with it anytime as she had been last night by the brutal beating she had received with the leather belt.
His hand came to rest softly on her back and surprisingly, her body did not jerk automatically away. She had been so beaten and abused in the last twenty-four hours that she supposed nothing could really move her now unless it were being thrown to the others to use as an obscene plaything. Yes, she was much better off with Art than the poor Ella, whose pleas for mercy from the other room had now changed to soft, helpless groans of outrage at the indecencies being committed on her helpless body. Gina found herself wondering what they were doing to her now, and shuddered as she pictured all three of them hovering over the prostrate girl's form on the bed, each pleasing themselves in a different way.
Art's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewd picture that had formed in her mind for the beginning of surrender. The half-drunken gang leader was right. The girl had surrendered, but not for the reason he so much wanted her to. The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that he had not already done. She could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed when it had been thrown from the car by the gang so long, long ago. She was his, both mind and body now and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he wished.
The gang leader sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous, young girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, gazed down at her with an almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed something like her under different circumstances. She was clean, innocent, and untouched, except for the rape she had been subjected to by force, and that didn't count. And even now he would have given anything if it hadn't happened and things could have been different and he had been born into another world. He might have had her then, or at least one like her, that he could have won on his own merits the way a woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow so close and the big job he had committed himself to do, he knew it could never happen. That is, if he even lived through tomorrow.
He wished with all his heart, he could explain this to the girl who might understand better why he needed her so much tonight. But, he knew he couldn't. They were a complete world apart and he could never put the words together that could even begin to describe how he felt. She would have to go on forever believing he was just an inhuman brute because he didn't have at this moment, the time or words to convince her otherwise.
Time had just run out of everything.
Gina felt her body begin to shiver as his hands moved down over her soft, round buttocks and began pushing the hem of her tattered and dirty dress up the backs of her thighs. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her and wanted to turn and look at his face to see if it reflected the sudden gentility with which his hands moved, but she didn't dare. She was afraid it would end suddenly and he would without warning again erupt into the violence he had the first time he had taken her in the car. He nudged her hips up from the bed and she lifted without resistance to the gentle pressure to allow him to slip the silken garment up the full length of her body and over her head.
"Oooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in long, slow caresses back down her back again and unhooked the brassiere that fell away without effort as she lifted for him to pull it from beneath her chest. Her tits trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the unwashed sheet beneath them and she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh.
His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full, voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. They stuck momentarily at her thighs and she shook them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and over her self-raised feet without further resistance.
She was naked now before the man, but felt no intense fear. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind, that he probably would stop if she pleaded with him. But, she had no intention of doing that now. He had saved her from a horrible evening at the hands of the other three depraved men and the venomous anger of the other girl and she sensed that it had not been totally through desire for her alone, but from a strange compassion that had arisen in him for her as a human being. She knew because his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.
And there was no other way she had to repay him.
He sensed, too, that there had been a change in the girl. She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car or when he had raped her last night. She didn't even press to him desperately as she had when she had grasped his ankle for protection on the floor in the other room. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in small, tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full moons so that he could see the tiny, puckered brown hole of her shithole nestled there so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against it. He did not want to do anything that would raise her guard and perhaps snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped the firm, full cheeks of her ass again and then slid his fingers slowly down them and into the crease caused by the pressure of her thighs lying so close together.
He expected them to clench tightly shut as he pressured gently down between them with his hand, but was surprised when they fell limply open without resistance of any kind. He pushed his hand up between their full, satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs. He tried to press his finger up between the soft, moist flanges of her vagina, but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm, rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.
She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up to him in a delicious photograph of hollows and secret indentations.
She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand naked before the fire and had taunted the others with the prize he possessed.
Yes, she was just as she was then, firm and young, and her body shook as though filled with passion.
He kneeled beside, running his hands reverently over her tits, her flat belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nudity with shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as he watched the contrast of his dark hands moving over and bringing the gasping and quivering response from her body.
He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim, smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to course through her.
Gina, somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for her body, had drifted into a strange, unknown world of sudden deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, and then in grim realization that she had a debt to pay. Now... all conscious thought of why she was here or who her slowly, flaming body was writhing beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny, licking flames running all over her, between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white, hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oooooh," her voice moaned softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oooooooh!"
He pressed his thick lips down over hers and immediately felt the hard, rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing so deliciously torturing her body.
His hands continued rummaging over her and he ran them between her thighs which did not jerk away this time, but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
"Aaaaah, aaaahh," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this voluptuous girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape and yet tonight she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave.
He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm, soft body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached down his sides with both hands and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long, tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second, he stopped.
He wanted her total surrender tonight and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.
"Put it in."
And he let his breath out slowly in a long gasp of relief as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating prick and slowly but firmly push it up. He gasped, and his lips bared back torturously over his teeth as the thick foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist, sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her pussy. He could feel the soft pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy, pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned girl's quivering and waiting belly.
But he waited.
He waited because she needed it and that's what he had wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was completely at his mercy at this moment. The chance may never come again and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one, great, wet, pulsating mass of flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.
But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, and done it because she had desired it more then pride itself. He would be leaving this world tomorrow. He could feel it because after today he had no place to go, but he wanted to leave something behind that would make him live and that something would be forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did from that moment on, no matter how many times afterwards she was fucked, his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember and that would make him alive again, but she just- had to know it, she had to feel it within every pore in her body when he gave it to her and there was only one way.
Gina lay groaning in tiny, unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive making its way up a steep and unclimbable incline. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a great form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and she hungered. Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear their cries of hungry feast in the distance, merged with the tortured squeaks of rusty and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room. Dim pictures of a tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed and mutilated beyond all recognition between sweating bodies flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of the weird pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it started.
The gang leader levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly undulating girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet, rounded oval with tiny, wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft, pinkness of her tongue, circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between their bodies and could see his giant, throbbing hardness pressed into the liquid-saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.
"Ooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer.
He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished goddess on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted and he wanted it all. He would never have the chance again.
He looked down at her large, firm titties swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his throbbing cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides.
Her eyes opened momentarily, but flickered shut again quickly as though she, too, were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light the candle cast.
Art's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft, resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers. He kneaded and stretched at them, watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded tits. As he pushed, the head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.
He kept up the slow, rocking motion between her quivering tits for several minutes, feeling his prick growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two, throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her.
It was electrifying.
Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the darkness of the ceiling. A thin, smoky veil of passion was obscuring their dilated pupils.
Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control and Art knew that nothing he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her pussy.
There was just one thing more before he fucked her.
His eyes locked on her full, red, sensuous lips, still muttering nothings out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire.
He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered at the mere thought of that moist, warm cavern closing around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her tits.
He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and his long cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm filled ridge running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm, resilient mounds of her tits squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever regained total consciousness, he knew her mind would fight the dictates of her body and he did not want her in rape tonight. He wanted her mad with desire.
He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her tits behind, until the tip of his prick was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft, lip-sticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the head. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath, waiting for a sudden cry of protest, but none came!
Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught him by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight, rounded ovals of her mouth enclosed the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his instrument skewering into the face of a girl, particularly one as beautiful and innocent as this one was, and she was enjoying it.
She had started to use her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside his mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot, moist warmth of her saliva and the tender, inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gush of sensation in her mouth. Art, above her flailing head, groaned incoherently and pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near-rounded open hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on her flaccid, yielding tits as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. He watched wild-eyed from above as his glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his prick in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her unconscious and passion was excruciating and unbearable and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then, suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid, white flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking prick. He gripped her head tight between her hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm, moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the white, sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her gullet.
Art's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating prick. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her, but to his amazement, she would not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs together hungrily as he watched with disbelief the thin, tiny trails of white cum running down into the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all strength and desire.
But, after a short while, his cock began to thicken again in the soft, now slippery, warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic collapse.
Then, when it had grown to full size once again and he thought he could never make love again as long as he lived, he felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue around and around it until she was certain it was restored to its full length and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to the bed. The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth, a small, thin string of semen still connecting her lips to it. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Fuck me!"
The surprised gang leader wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks from her tightly squashed tits and moved down the length of her body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to complete the connection. She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as with his fingers, he guided his thick cock straight into her. He paused for a moment to part the sparse pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head of his prick and then with one, long, smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since he had abducted her and he could feel the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost drove him crazy.
"Oooooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Oooooooh, ooooooh, so good, so good!" she groaned, as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his muscular chest into the soft whiteness of her breasts.
He plunged his long cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm, soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open before his onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now and the gang leader fucked like a mad man to end it for her.
"Ooooooh, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick cock thundering up her hole, bringing new ecstatic moans from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
He pulled his head back so that he could watch the girl's face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to a boy who had snatched her off the street in the middle of the night and fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of the car. And now... now she was twisting and writhing beneath him unable to control all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by the same boy. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest.
Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.
Wet, smacking noises resounded through the room with each cruel, pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the other room where the other three members of the gang were without letup, raping and ravishing every open entrance to the fallen Ella's body.
Art could hear her screams resounding through the open door and it drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked, pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight, rubbery mouth and was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass.
Her body slippery from the sweat of the wild, untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the dirty, soiled sheet beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing cock.
"I'm aiming! I'm cuming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open, abandoned mouth to his, where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny, puckered asshole.
Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of the girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges of her loins and his hardened cock dipped deep down into the far, far, hidden recesses of her pulsating belly.
He felt himself cuming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, Shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him in their death grip, the ache in his balls was unbearable.
He had to cum now or he would die!
He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep, soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of her open and receptive womb.
They lay there then, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming forever though it was only minutes. And then he rolled off her sweat soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm. He wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he could think of. They were worlds apart and he saddened at the thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet between his thighs. He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy blanket up over both of them and then turning his back on the girl, went to sleep.
* * *
Gina awoke to the sound of a squirrel running across the roof of the shack. At first, she lay still, her blurred eyes looking toward the ceiling in confused thought.
Where was she?
It didn't look like her ceiling at home, the powder blue one with the tiny white flowers sprinkled over it that seemed to bloom right there in the room when a bright sunny day came. No, she was somewhere else and there was a different odor. A strange one that she had never smelled before, like, like something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned under her breath. Her muscles were so sore between her thighs that she could not move them and lay still again until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still emitted a soft, soothing heat.
She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!
There was something next to her and it was soft and warm like another body. She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped open as suddenly her eyes focused in the early morning light on a muscular back lying on the bed next to her.
And then she remembered!
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all. The beginning with the other three men viciously raping the girl the leader had thrown to them; her intense fear and groveling for protection; and then finally, the wild twisting and churning of bodies and sensations. She had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last several days. And that was the smell, the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the eruption in her belly as he had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside of her as she had urged him on with her lips, thighs and hips. That was where the heat, the heat and warmth came from that she still felt so vividly this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of white, warm liquid that he had emptied into her and buried deep inside her that made her feel that way. Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered through her mind, but were overshadowed by the sudden realization and humiliation of knowing she had wanted it.
She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on with all her physical being like a whore he may have dragged in off the streets. She was frightened of the others and that excused her submitting to him, but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into an uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of righteousness.
A sudden, low moan came through the partially open door from the other room. It sounded as though someone were dying. She lifted the cover slowly from her side of the bed so as not to disturb the soundly sleeping gang leader and slipped quietly to the floor, picking up her tattered dress and slipping it down over her head as she did so. She did not bother with the panties and the brassiere, they were too torn and ripped to do any good anyway so she left them in a pile on the floor where they had been flung in such haste last night. She tip-toed to the door and peered through the open crack into the room and suddenly gasped at the depraved sight that greeted her eyes. They were all-naked, with Lenny and Ape sound asleep in the chairs around the table. The girl lay flat on her back on the bed with her thighs apart and the imbecilic Jerk's head resting between her legs and against the mound of pubic hair, sound asleep.
The girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. Gina's thoughts raced a mile a minute.
This was her chance!
And, it may be the last one she would get. She still didn't know what they intended to do to her, but guessed they would have to kill her. She knew too much now and even the strong desire and liking that Art had for her could not protect her from the basic logic that they could not afford to let her go.
She held her breath and moved the door slightly, testing it to see if it made a noise. It did not. She pulled it open slowly and slipped into the other room, her bare feet moving cat-like across the rough pine board floor.
A board squeaked!
She went rigid and her heart stopped beating, but there was no sound from the sleeping quartet to indicate she had disturbed them. She continued her tip-toeing toward the front door and lifted the latch gently. It opened easily and she pushed her way silently out to the front porch, leaving the door open for fear her closing it would awaken them. She could see the small dirt roadway a short distance down from the house and thought if she could make that she might be able to stop a passing farmer's truck or something before they discovered she was gone.
She had just reached the bottom step, her heart pounding in her throat, when the unexpected happened. A slight gust of wind caught the light clapboard door and blew it shut with a loud crash. She had no choice but to run, and run she did as fast... as her tortured and wobbly legs would carry her. But again, as when they had abducted her from the street, her attempt at escape was useless.
There was shouting from the house as Art had awakened and sounded the alarm. She heard racing steps on the porch behind her and again the pounding of feet at her back. There was a rough hand clasping at the back of her neck and it was all over.
Ape caught her and dragged her bodily back to the house. He still had no clothes on and was naked from head to foot. The others were rapidly throwing their trousers and shirts on as she was pushed sobbing through the door.
"See, Art," the girl now sitting up in the center of the bed shouted in a loud, shrill voice. "I tole ya, ya couldn't trust the bitch. She plays up to ya and then runs away the first chance she gits."
Art looked at Gina without malice. She could see he understood why she had tried it but he would have to do something drastic to protect himself in the eyes of his gang.
"Tie 'er up in the bedroom," he said simply, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "And make it good," he added, showing his concern for the security to the gang.
"Aw, fuck man. Why don't we jist git rid o' her now. We gotta git goin' in a few minutes."
"We ain't going to git rid o' her," Art said coldly to the short, squat, young man. "We're leavin' her here."
"Man, you're crazy," he responded incredulously. "She'd have the cops down our necks before we got two miles."
"Jerk and Ella can stay here and guard her. He'd only git in the way anyhow."
Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Gina's spine as she heard the words. She was going to be left with his ex-girl and the idiot! She wanted to scream out and plead with him not to do such a cruel and horrible thing. Her life wouldn't be worth a thing and if they didn't kill her, they would do terrible things to her that would make her wish she were dead. She looked horror-stricken around the room and her eyes met those of Ella's and a cold, cruel light of sadistic delight shone in them. Gina knew she didn't stand a chance of living through the day if she were left alone with her.
"Please, d-don't leave me with them," she pleaded, tears streaming from her face in piteous profusion now.
"I gotta," he answered. "I need the others."
And then, turning to Jerk and Ella, he said in cold, threatening tones. "If anyone touches 'er, they'll answer to me."
There was a silence and then Art apparently satisfied that his authority would prevent them from doing anything to her, ordered Ape and Lenny to get ready to leave.
Gina was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom, her arms bound by rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously used as towel racks by the previous occupant. It was uncomfortable and stretched her arms high above her head out on either side of her, but at least it allowed her to sit on the floor. Not many minutes later, Art opened the door and looked in at her.
"Don't worry none, I tole them not to bother ya. Well be back tonight."
With that, he closed it and she was alone with the two people now and completely at their mercy.
She knew the girl would not leave her alone and would take her spiteful revenge at the first opportunity and the only slight, tiny hope she had was that Jerk's fear of Art would force him to protect her.
* * *
A long time later and she was not certain just how long, she was shaken from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into by the door slowly opening. She held her breath and gasped as she saw Ella suddenly outlined menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, self-satisfied look on her face as she gazed down at the helplessly bound Gina. It was a long time before she spoke.
"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she held in her hand.
Gina mustered up her courage and decided she had better try and bluff as long as she could.
"Art said he'd kill you if you touched me."
The girl laughed a mocking laugh and Gina didn't blame her. Even to herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as though she herself did not believe it. Her eyes widened as the girl suddenly began a slow half-walk, half-shuffle towards her tightly bound body. When she was standing right in front of Gina, she looked down at her contemptuously for a moment and then with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair and leaned down, twisting Gina's pain wracked face up close to her own. She held her in the painful, neckbreaking position for a moment, her eyes sparking with hate and then hissed into her face.
"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, deary? I'm gonna let Jerk turn ya inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya up slow like, tit by tit, or what's left of ya when he gets through."
"Oh, please, please leave me alone," Gina whimpered, sobbing up through her contorted mouth. "I didn't mean it. It just happened."
"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed. "Git it, a happening, that's what we're gonna have, a happening."
"No, no, I'll tell Art when he comes back," the poor, distraught girl screamed in a last try at a courageous threat.
"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the girl spit coldly into her face and suddenly, without warning, rammed the burning cigarette she held in her hand hard into the bottom of Gina's foot.
She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape the horrible, excruciating pain. The smell of burned flesh filled the room.
"Art says to leave 'er alone," the wide-eyed Jerk who had come running at the sound of the scream, protested from the door.
Ella looked back at him contemptuously and reaching forward with both hands, ripped the remnants of Gina's tattered dress from her. Her large, firm tits fell free into the air and Gina could see the idiot's eyes suddenly bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked body bound helplessly to the wall.
"Ya like that, Jerk, wanna try some of it, huh?" The girl taunted him as he stood in the doorway, shaking from the sudden lustful picture of Gina cowering down in the corner.
"Show 'im what'cha got, baby, open them legs wide," the ecstatic Ella commanded to her.
Gina did not move, but she suddenly jerked again as the brightly burning tip of the cigarette was pressed hard against her arm.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the torturous searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.
"When I says move, cunt, you move," she heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.
Gina's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the girl reaching down and grasping her ankles and pulling her as far out of the corner as she could get her with her hands still bound to the walls. Her buttocks scraped painfully across the rough floor and she moaned in protest, but it was not heard.
"Now open 'em, baby, I want Jerk to see how nice and tight your pussy looks."
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Gina spread them a few inches.
"More, cunt, more, Jerk can't see it, can ya, Jerk," she teased at him as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Gina following her commands like a robot spread her thighs wider, but the girl, losing patience grabbed her ankles and jerked them hard apart. The poor girl sobbed again from the pain and humiliation, feeling the raw, pink flesh of her vagina stretched and open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the trembling moron's gaze as his eyes locked in lustful desire at the tiny, tight opening nestling in the sparse, soft field of cuntal hair between her legs.
"Wouldn't you like to sink that big cock of yours right up in that tight, lil pussy, Jerk, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot warm bacon grease slippin' around it."
Cowering in the corner, Gina had never felt more naked and frightened in her life. She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a half-crazed idiot, both at the same time and there was nothing that could be done about it. Her flesh still stung from where Ella had pressed the burning cigarette into her and she could not go through the horrible pain of that again. She would gladly die rather than go through this humiliation but she knew they would not kill her, not right away, anyway. The hate-filled Ella was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of pleas for mercy, in fact, she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if she could get her to beg. There was no hope at all now for anything and she didn't try to stop the hopeless tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.
She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. Ella had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the tender flesh surrounding her vagina.
"She'd like you bettah than Art, Jerk. Look at that how she jumps when she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and fuckin' her with that big thing of yours," and she thrust a finger hard into the moist opening of Gina's spread vagina, bringing another helpless twist of her body and a groan from her tortured lips.
"See, Jerk, see," the delighted girl cackled. "She loves ya."
"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Jerk sputtered and Gina's eyes sprung open wide in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him advancing across the floor with a lust-crazed look on his face and a great bulge in his pants.
"M-ttl f-f-fuck her," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Ella had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the passage.
"Git 'er on the bed, Jerk," the girl suddenly said, withdrawing her fingers wetly from Gina's cunt. She rose and taking the knife from under her blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm to a standing position. "Now, jist lay down there, baby, and ole Jerk's gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life. Jist like he did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer.
Gina hesitated and through the slit of her half-opened eyes, she suddenly saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward her firm, fear-throbbing breast. She leaped away from it and twisted half-crazily toward the bed. She could not stand it again, not the burning pain that had driven her half wild a few moments before. She would do anything, anything.
She landed face down on the bed where Art had screwed her last night and lay quivering in fear and humiliation.
Would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter skelter through her fevered thoughts. She'd rather die, rather die. But not the pain again, she couldn't stand it. She would do anything!
She heard Jerk's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body as she remembered hearing Art's last night and suddenly found herself wishing it were him again. At least, he had been human and gentle about it and for some strange reason, she had responded. Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Jerk finally got his way with her and the venomous Ella egged him on to heap greater and greater indignities upon her helpless body.
She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Ella and she was drawing them slowly apart. Gina could not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the light coming in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she was getting it, getting it a thousand-fold.
"Look at it, Jerk, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a tight, little asshole." Ella crooned on, building the imbecile's passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a sadistic and crazed violence just as she had been subjected to last night. She wanted to see this little bitch get hers just like she had, only a hundred times more and before the day was over she would wish she were dead-if she weren't.
Gina felt the hands move away and they were replaced suddenly by wild slithering lips coursing all over her smooth, oval buttocks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. He pulled them apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long, thick tongue snaking down and licking into the hot, slightly sweating crevice. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul, not just her body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed form hung over her buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny, brown puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning tongue of the cigarette she could still smell burning behind her somewhere in the room as the vengeful Ella stood and watched the whole obscene spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing in savage satisfaction.
There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on either side of the wide double bed. The idiot's finger poked at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.
"Relax," the girl hissed at her from by the side of the bed and lowered another burning cigarette before Gina's face. "Open your ass."
Gina gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used as the slavering idiot crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her breath as he dug at her asshole again with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tightly into the mattress as she felt him slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her tight, contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper and she cried out, but the scream died in her throat as she saw the burning tip of the cigarette again before her eyes.
The crazed Jerk's finger had impaled her deeper and he began to grind it around down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force now. She began to jerk her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel probing, but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her.
"Go on, Jerk," the impatient Ella, standing by the bed goaded. "Fuck her in the ass."
The moron slipped his finger from her asshole with a wet, sucking noise and clasped his broad, thick rod in his hands. He had never felt so excited in his life and his body shook as he looked down on the helpless girl stretched beneath him, so vulnerable and open. He had waited a long time to get his turn at her while Art had used her. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone frenzied and wild as he gently pulled at his huge cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and he stroked to bring it to its full power. He wanted to go as deep into her as he could and show her he was just as good as Art. He had heard her moaning and groaning under Art last night as he had listened from the other room and knew he could make her like it too just as Art had done.
He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and she could feel his hands fumbling between them and pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He lifted his ass in the air and she could feel the tip of his cock probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the tight, puckered hole.
And suddenly he did.
He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her asshole-and then-then a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape, but her jerks only helped to drive his huge prick deeper and deeper inside her.
She could feel the pressure of the demented man's body, pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down on the bed, punishing the lovely ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked back at him, trying to throw him off, but as she bucked up, he rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft, flaccid tunnel of her ass.
"Aaaahhhggg," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she were split open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then with a final groan of hopeless surrender her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body of Jerk, who had her pinned to the bed like a butterfly in an insect collection.
The sadistic Ella bent down beside her on the bed and hissed in her ear.
"Like it in the ass, cunt?"
And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was watching it all and enjoying Gina's crude and inhuman humiliation at the hands of the half-wit. Her crackling laughter reverberated through the room like the voice of doom itself, urging the panting Jerk, who lay with his cock throbbing inside her, to rip her apart.
"How would Art like that now, baby? Watchin' his new cunt gittin' fucked in the asshole." Her words of mockery and insult droned on until suddenly the pain in Gina's rectum from the giant entry began to ease a little. She still felt ripped and stretched there, but the time he had lain on her not moving had given her asshole time to gradually adjust to the unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little. The jungle instinct of survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every human being as a throw back to that time eons ago when they too crawled upon the earth on their bellies began to reverberate through her brain.
Two could play the game the vicious Ella was playing by appealing to the animal instincts of the half-witted Jerk. She, too, could do it. He washer only hope now to protect her from the horrible death or mutilation that was certain to follow her ravishment now. She had to get him on her side at any and all costs or her fate was sealed. And... there was only one way to do that.
Jerk suddenly groaned as he felt the girl's anal muscles tighten around his long, thick length buried inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow, methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his prick deep up in her rectum in an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a warm fitting glove. His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety confines of her asshole. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole drew back with the long shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go.
Gina knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to convince him he had really conquered her will.
Kneeling before him, she began to undulate her buttocks in small, tiny circles, waving the full, rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wasn't working for money, but for her life, but it was all the same and she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know she was using him. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.
"Man, that bitch likes it, Jerk," the ecstatic Ella crooned from the side of the bed as she too mistook Gina's sudden gyrations as a sign of total and complete surrender to the sodomizing she was receiving from the huge rock-hard cock.
Behind her, the impassioned and delighted Jerk groaned each time he surged up into her and she, too, was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long, plunging rod of flesh. Her long hair flowed out over the bed and periodically whirled in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail her head to the other side. Shit, he had her.
She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and even as he rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the things he would do with her voluptuous body later, filtered through his dim-witted mind and increased his pleasure that much more.
"Oooooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it there. His cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated the giant, blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.
Gina could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her, but she gritted her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him to do things to her with words like cunt, fuck and shit. And all the time she thrust back against him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything else in the world. And she had.
Behind her, the still elated Jerk began to throb and ache in his balls where her fingers coursed over them. He knew he was close to cuming and he wanted it to be good. This little bitch was his now and he had waited a long time to get her beneath him and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Gina could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless asshole and she would have given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there wasn't. She would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.
The now-crazed moron behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever-increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft, rounded globes of the buttocks like they were soft, resilient clay in his hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide-apart and with bulging eyes watched the full length of his pistoning cock split her asshole like a train tunneling through a mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vice-like and hot. The girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the mattress, and, mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the bed with cruel, earth-shattering lunges.
Gina cried out, unable to stop herself in the mad scramble of the lust-crazed idiot to complete his orgasm.
"Oh, God, oooohhh," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot, boiling cum and there was nothing in the world she could do about it, but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.
"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great, throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave of deep surges into the depths of her rectum. Gina thought the ejaculation would never stop flowing into her and she could feel the hot, sticky fluid overflowing around his still-jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring of her asshole that was clamped tightly around the base of his throbbing shit-covered cock. Her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of shit-covered flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full moons of her buttocks with a lewd, slurping sound. Then, a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the bed.
The satiated and ecstatic Jerk lay mumbling to himself in his elation over his conquest of the girl. It was something incomprehensible to him and as unreachable as the moon, but it had happened and he lay back with a half-idiotic smile on his face, reveling in his unexpected and first triumph over Art, their leader. He had taken his girl away.
Gina lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of sodomy she had gone through. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn and she could feel it burning slightly where the moron's strong, pungent seminal fluid formed a still warm pool deep up inside her. She waited, knowing that the moment was coming soon that would tell if it had all been worth it or if she had just let herself get fucked in that horrible way for nothing.
The moment came a second later.
"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot of the bed. She looked down and her eyes opened wide in horror. Ella, her face contorted in bitter hate, was standing there with a long, sharp switch-blade held menacingly in her hand. The reclining Jerk, a lazy, self-satisfied smile still frozen to his face, raised his head and stuttered.
"W-W-What'cha gonna d-d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm as he saw the knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.
"I'm gonna cut her tit off. Then ya can fuck her again," the girl spat down at him.
Gina closed her eyes and prayed. It was all out of her hands now, her work had ended when the idiotic Jerk had emptied his loins inside her aching rectum. It was all up to him now.
"N-No, ya ain't."
Gina's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from the bed and saw him place himself between her and the advancing Ella. His hands were clenched into tight fists and the muscles on his back stood out in broad, powerful sinews that gave her sudden security. At least she had someone on her side even if she had to undergo this same horrible ordeal she had just experienced again and again until the others returned.
There was a sudden shuffle and a cry and her hopes were shattered as quickly as they had formed. The lithe, quick Ella had lunged forward and caught the passion-weakened Jerk straight between the ribs with the gleaming, silver blade of the knife. Gina cringed down back into the mattress, her eyes open in horrified disbelief as he stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open in shock and then pitched forward dead on the floor with a dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the shack.
Ella smiled again across the width of the bed.
"Nice try, cunt," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for nuthin'. I'm gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a time."
Gina cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned at the sudden turn of events that now left her at the mercy of the deranged girl. She watched as a gentle bird hypnotized by the relentless approach of a silent, hungry cat bearing down on it. She could not move and closed her eyes again to sweep away the horrible, insane vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthy approaching Ella.
"Now, baby," she heard through her fogged mind. "I want that left tit first."
A cold hand closed over her tit and stretched it harshly outward from her body... she groaned and felt herself passing into the welcome oblivion of unconsciousness. But she was suddenly stunned by a quick and terrible roar. The coldness flew from her breast as though it had been slapped away and her eyes fluttered open.
A police officer was standing in the doorway, a double barreled shot-gun in hands. Thin wisps of smoke were rising from both barrels. He said nothing. He looked around the room and then walked over to Jerk's lifeless body laying on the floor. He nudged it with the barrel of the shotgun to make sure there was no life in it. Then he relaxed and placed the shotgun against the wall and came over to the bed and cut the ropes that held Gina's hands. He then threw the dirty sheet around her body.
"How did you know about this place?" Gina gasped.
"Three fellows tried to hold up the bank in town," the officer replied. "There was a shoot out. Two of them were killed instantly and the third one told us that we should get out here in a hurry. Then he died."
Gina tried to sit up in bed, but she was too weak to make it. The police officer helped her up. Then he went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.
"I could take you back to town in the patrol car," the officer said. "But I think that it would be better if I radioed for an ambulance. There's no telling what damage has been done to you internally."
"Thank you," Gina said.
"I'll be right back," the officer said, and he picked up his shotgun and left the room.
For a moment Gina thought she was going to be hysterical. She couldn't believe that the nightmare was over. But she controlled herself and tried to relax her nerves, which were now jumping all over her body. This was what could be called an experience to end all experiences, she thought to herself. She wondered if she would ever be able to forget it. Forget it? No, she thought to herself. Particularly Art. She would never be able to forget last night with Art. Not if she lived to be a hundred years old. The policeman came back into the room.
CHAPTER TWO - WORKING STIFF
Biff and I were a couple of hard-working guys who worked with a construction crew. We worked our asses off five days a week and on a Friday night we liked to go out and raise a lot of hell. Raising hell for us meant picking up some strange cunts and fucking the ass off of them. We did a lot of crazy things. We would tell the broads we were F.B.I, men, secret agents or some cock and bull story. I don't know whether or not they ever believed us, but who gives a shit, as long as they put out. I remember one night when Biff said that he heard of a saloon where there was lots of pussy and he thought that we ought to go there, since it was a new place for us, and we should get some new cunt. So we went. We ran into chicks right away. Biff had been given the correct info as to a cunt heaven.
I looked up and at a table in the back were two dynamite broads sitting. I mean dynamite! One had a set of knockers on her like forget! Too much! Man, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I turned to Biff and said, "Hey, buddy, you think it's possible I might penetrate that small, exclusive club sitting at the back of this dump?"
"Yes, I think it's quite possible," he said. "Why don't you wait here, and I'll go do some talking... and maybe you and I can sit down with those little queens there, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll bite on that," I said.
I went to the bar and ordered a drink and watched Biff work. He was smooth. He walked over like he'd known them for his whole life. Maybe he did, I don't know.
Ten minutes later, he was sitting at the booth with them talking. Fifteen minutes later, he looked up toward the bar and waved at me. They were smiling now, and as I walked over, they were both looking at me.
Biff had slid in beside the blonde, which didn't make a hell of a lot of difference to me. Personally, I preferred dark-haired chicks.
As I approached the table, he looked up at me and said, "Oh, Pat, meet Angel and this here is Tess, the gal who I've known a bit here. Sit down, Colonel," he said.
Colonel, I thought to myself. Ha! Don't tell me at nineteen years old I looked like a colonel.
He looked up and said, "Now, don't get nervous, Pat. I didn't tell the broads you were a colonel. I told them that we were only majors."
Ha, I thought to myself, he only lied to them that we were majors! Majors in what? The Army? The Marines?
I kept my mouth shut and sat next to this Tess chick. Tess was a big chick, tall. She had the knockers, the dark eyes and the dark hair. Her teeth weren't perfect, but most of these barroom chicks were like that. They couldn't afford dentists.
But she sat real close to me and the warmth of her thigh against mine was enough to give me a hard-on down to my knees.
Now, Biff looked across at me and said, "Pat, we're going to have a round or two, and maybe do some little bit of dancing. Not too much. We don't want to hurt ourselves, and then we'll probably go up to Angel's apartment. She's got a great pad! I've never been there, but she's told me about it a number of times. On the way up there, we're going to get ourselves a couple of bottles, and we'll relax a little bit, you know."
"Hey, don't we have a mission tonight, Biff?" I was putting it on thick.
"Don't worry about the mission, baby. I've taken care of that. I've gotten a couple of young spies to sit in for us, you know."
"Oh, crazy," I said.
Well, we sure as hell drank and I sure as hell danced, and when I did, this chick pressed her pelvic area right into my groin, boy. I just want to tell you, she was the softest bitch I had ever touched. And those tits pressed right up against my chest. Man, that was soft.
Every once in a while, while we danced in this dark, dingy joint, my hand wandered down to her ass and pressed it and squeezed it and pulled her in tighter to me.
For the first time in my life, I danced with a chick who did not object to this. She didn't give me a look, smack my hand and warn me off. She just sort of moaned a little bit and purred, blew in my ear, and rested her head on my shoulder as though we had been balling together for six years and this was just another one of those dull nights.
In the meantime, I was trying to figure out how to hide this prick of mine which was sticking out like a sore thumb. Walking sideways really didn't hide it very well.
We had some kind of conversation, but most of the time, she spent pressing her body against mine, or doing some real serious drinking at the table.
About nine o'clock, my friend, Biff, said, "I think it's about time we cut out, baby."
We went outside and jumped into the car. As we drove off, the girls were laughing. I was in the back seat with Tess and Biff was up front with Angel. I could see that something was going on up there.
He pulled up in front of a liquor shop and gave me a signal. As I started to get out, he asked me if I had loot and I told him I did.
I went into the store and picked up two bottles, gin and scotch.
Back in the car, Tess was waiting for me with open arms. All the way back to the apartment my lips were pressed against hers. My hands roved all over that exciting body she had.
Inside that blouse full of breasts, my hands squeezed at the tender, soft, warm flesh. One of my hands roved over her thighs occasionally and up her skirt.
When I did this, she bit me wherever she happened to have her mouth. She was some chick. She could kiss like forget it. I was going to break the back seat trying to lie on top of her.
When the car came to a stop, Biff turned around to us and said, "All right, kiddies, let's go up where we have room. Let's stop this car balling."
We left the car. I walked halfway down the damned street with a hard-on sticking out. Tess pointed at it and laughed and then she yelled to Biff to look, and to Angel to look and everybody was laughing at my prick which was sticking out of the pants.
To say that I was embarrassed is to put it mildly, because I really don't care for this kind of thing. I'm not used to people making fun of my cock, especially when it's stiff.
Anyway, it was one of those walk-up buildings. On the second floor, there were two apartments, one on each side. This apartment was the biggest thing I had ever seen in my life!
It had about five big rooms. I'm used to living in a way where you'd hardly even see this kind of thing!
Well, we plopped ourselves down real comfortably and the girls took the bottles to the bar sort of affair in the living room. They mixed drinks and in about twenty minutes we were all sprawled out, with the blue lights on, and the music was coming out of a little box they had in the corner.
I'm lying on the floor and this chick is smothering me, man. I mean, she is lying all over me! She is kissing my face and my hands and opening my collar and kissing my neck and her lips are wandering all over me!
Then my prick is getting squeezed, and I feel the pressure being built up as she squeezes my balls and gives me a tremendous hard-on.
I whispered in her ear as her face is next to mine. "Baby, if you don't stop that, I'm going to pour a load right into your hand."
"Oh, don't do that," she said. "I've got a much better place for it. It would be wasted there, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I think it's going to be wasted anywhere it goes, because I don't want to put it to any real use."
"Oh, don't be silly," she said. "It makes very nourishing food, you know."
Now my hands were all over her body. I unzipped the back of her skirt. I looked across the room for just a second, long enough to see Biff and Angel fucking away on the couch, completely naked, with legs up in the air.
Angel was fucking back and panting and Biff was pounding away at her.
Well, I guess we're a little slow, I thought to myself.
I looked at her and said something about being slow and she laughed. I unzipped the back of her skirt and pushed it away from her body.
Her garter belt was easy to get off, and then the panties.
That soft ass was then on top of me, all naked.
She began to remove my clothes. Now I pulled her blouse off and unhooked the back of her bra. She dropped it on my face and pressed it around my nose. She asked me how it smelled.
I said, "I don't know, baby. I like to smell the real thing."
I then pulled her down on top of me and pressed those big, voluptuous tits into my face. The nipples were pink and soft and I sucked on them for as long as I felt necessary to get her excited.
It was too late, though. I couldn't do another damn thing. She twisted my gigantic prick so many times that I was now blasting cum all over the living room floor.
She smiled as I did this. Before I got a chance to finish my entire ejaculation, she bent over me and began to suck on my prick, and take all the juice into her mouth.
She kept this up for long enough so that my prick went down to a little shrivelled up, beat-down member.
Now she removed her face from my cock and pressed her lips against mine with a passionate, open mouth.
I was absolutely thrilled! I had just blown a load and I was starting to get another hard-on. I knew this chick was for me. Together we would make what they call beautiful music. The most beautiful music!
Now, she stood up over me and looked down at me and said, "It doesn't take a hell of a lot to get you going, does it?"
"No," I said, "but when I get going, you'd better watch your ass."
"I'm hoping that's not all I have to watch."
Then she stood over me with one leg on each side of my face. She began to sit down slowly onto my chest. I watched the lips of her cunt open up right in front of my face.
I reached up for her waist and pushed her crotch right up against my face and began to suck her cunt. She knew that temptation would be too great if she presented my lips with it.
I buried my face deep into the bush which was as hot as anything could be. My tongue shoved all the way into that wide open cunt. Now she was sitting straddling my chest with her legs wide apart, knees bent, and feet tucked under her ass, leaning into my face with her cunt.
I was driving myself crazy sucking that cunt. I felt one of her hands reach back for my prick and begin to play with it again. I reached up for one of her tits and squeezed it. It was tremendous. It was soft, pendulous, pert, upturned, and tempting.
I couldn't help myself. I just squeezed arid squeezed those breasts.
She was definitely on the receiving end of the pleasure trip. I ate her box for a good fifteen minutes, and she gyrated and moved and moaned and groaned and complained and it was beautiful!
Finally, I felt her vibrate, and the orgasm which I'd waited for for so long was spewing into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could at her cunt, but gently at the same time. I didn't want to bite her.
When I was finished, she lay back on the floor and said, "Oh, baby, I've finally found myself a man! You know how long I've been looking for a guy with a prick that works? You're terrific! Just promise me that you'll come to see me once in a while, even if you get to hate me!"
I jumped right on top of her and stuck my prick right into that hot little cunt I had just gotten through moistening with my mouth. I began to bang away at once, without holding anything back.
My big, long, eleven-inch prick dipped into that hot wick. She, throwing her legs up around my waist, bounced on the floor and carried on, moaning and complaining once again.
"The pain! Oh, the pleasure and the pain!"
I squeezed her tits as hard as I could and twisted her nipples. My face pressed into her neck and gave her hickies all over the lower part of it. Each time I took some of her flesh into my mouth and sucked on it, she went crazy.
Her hands scratched my back. She reached down to my asshole and stuck a finger up. She pinched the cheeks of my ass. At one point she was slapping my ass. She was so excited by the fucking we were doing.
Then, after long struggles, both of us began to shoot our loads together. As we did this, I buried my face between those breasts and sucked at that soft flesh that surrounded the nipples.
As I did this, she scratched my back with her fingernails and fucked away at me.
Finally both of us were completely exhausted and fucked out, and we were lying on the rug. I looked up and I saw something rather strange.
Biff was sitting on the couch with Angel. The two of them had their legs crossed, smoking cigarettes and looking down at us as if we were a movie for them. I had forgotten they were there.
Now they stood up and walked over and looked down and said, "You people put on the best acrobatic show us people have ever in our lives seen, and we're jealous!"
At this point, Angel dropped down on top of my body and pressed her lips to mine. I saw Biff dropping down on top of Tess.
Tess looked at me with a little bit of anguish in her eyes, as if to say, "Gee, I didn't have this in mind, but... " In a matter of seconds she was lost in some kind of passion.
Biff was manipulating her tits and kissing her mouth and breasts. I could see that she was lost.
In the meantime, Angel, with long, flowing blonde hair and blue eyes, was on top of me with her nice, but not as pendulous tits.
She was a pretty girl, probably prettier than Tess and a little more active. She was a little on the thin side, but then again, a girl who looked very well worth of climbing into a bed with. Although it seemed with these chicks, you didn't need a bed. All you had to do was find a convenient floor that was covered.
Now she was sitting on top of my prick and rotating her body around. She was looking down at me and pinching my nipples. I reached up and squeezed one of hers. She smiled at me in a knowing and wise way, and continued to sit and gyrate her body in strange motions.
Each time she moved, my prick felt as though a thousand pleasure needles were sticking in the side of it. She could really fuck, this girl.
Without too much effort, she squeezed my prick with the muscles inside of her cunt.
She would say, "I'm going to increase the pressure," and all of a sudden, I felt the fluttering, grabbing sensation around my cock.
This chick had the most phenomenal muscle control I've ever seen on anyone.
Don't talk to me about being hot, because I have never been like this before. I felt like I was on fire! Tess was like a soft amateur hour next to this broad!
Angel worked out on me for a long period of time. She slowly revolved her magnificent cunt around my cock. I felt as though somebody were trying to get the last drop of juice from my body.
As I got ready to cum, she leaned down and bit my lips until both of them were bleeding. There was pain, but there was also joy.
All of a sudden, a warmth spread throughout my loins and the same thing happened to her. As we fucked into a different position, I could see that both of us were blowing our loads.
Our bodies bounced up off the floor with such vibrations that the table across the room from us made noise. We then looked at each other and smiled.
Then I turned to see how Biff was making out with Tess. Angel motioned me toward the John. I followed her. She closed the door and locked it.
She turned the shower on and asked me to get in it with her. I did. The two of us were into the water soaping each other's bodies, using a wash cloth and hands, our fingers. Every once in a while, she would take the soap, swirl her finger around on top of it and then shove it in my ass.
When she did that, my prick stood so tall I thought it was going to break through the shower curtain. Then she took my cock in her hand and stood on the side of me. With one hand she jerked off my cock and with the other hand she had a finger up my ass, pumping up and back in there.
I never knew my asshole was that sensitive, but in a matter of thirty seconds after she started this jerking motion on prick and occasional squeezing on my balls and that finger banging in and out of my ass, I came immediately.
Then she asked me to do the same for her.
I soaped my fingers and shoved one up her cunt and one up her ass. I moved her up and back on it. She seemed like a little doll bounced on a central core.
As I shoved my fingers in and out, in and out, from the opposite ends of her body, she began to rock, and in a matter of forty-five seconds she blew a load!
This was really exciting! Mutual masturbation. I thought we were a little over the hill for this kind of crap.
She smiled at me now as we fucked standing up. She turned around and bent her body over. I spread the cheeks of her ass and stuck my prick up into her cunt. After a few minutes of banging up there, I moved it around and shoved it up the back orifice, which was already soaped up from my finger.
My cock, hot and moist, lubricated from the juices of her pussy, slid right up into her asshole with no trouble.
I fucked away at her ass for a good five minutes. All the time I did this, she groaned and moaned and pressed her legs together, and put enormous pressure on my prick.
All of a sudden, I felt my cock shooting cum all the way up into her asshole. She seemed to dig this. It was warm to her, I guess.
She squeezed as hard as she could, and I reached around to the front of her body and with my finger, I toyed with her clitoris until I felt her doing the same kind of vibration as I was.
Both of us were rocking away like maniacs. The vibrations were clear. There was no doubt about it. Both of us were having a hell of a time.
I dug her. She was a tough chick, much tougher than Tess, much sexier than Tess.
Now she dropped to her knees. She took my prick in her mouth after it was just removed from her ass, and 'began to squeeze and suck on it. While she did this, she squeezed my balls and goosed my ass.
I couldn't help but reach down, grab her behind the head and press her face against my prick as hard as I could. I jammed my cock all the way down her throat and she was choking and gagging. I wouldn't stop though. I banged away at her mouth like it was a cunt.
She, all the time, kept her lips over her teeth and worked out on my prick, giving it an occasional suck, twisting it around in a circular motion and driving me out of my fucking mind.
Slightly insane, I thought to myself, but nonetheless, pleasure.
After I had blown a load in her mouth, I couldn't help but sink down onto the floor of the tub. Now she shut off the shower. We lay there together and she turned on the faucet in the tub and the tub filled up.
I looked up at her and said, "Hey, baby, you know I don't think I have a hell of a lot more energy left."
She smiled at me and said, "You know something? You have one hell of a prick, my dear friend, one hell of a prick. How much fucking have you done in your life?"
"Well, back in the big town, they sort of talk about Pat as being a pretty fair boy with his dong."
"Well, let me tell you something, Pat, you felt good, but you're an amateur. You've got a ways to go yet. This is straight stuff that happened here. I mean, we should do something exciting."
"You better believe it!"
"Well, when would you like to start?"
"I don't think this is any time to start anything," I said. "If I make one more go at it, it's a miracle."
She said, "Okay, I'll tell you how you can make one more go at it, big shot. You suck my cunt and I'll eat your cock. The first one that cums, gets a kick in the ass. Is that fair?"
"Yeah, that's fair, baby."
We stopped the water from flowing in the tub. We lay on our sides and I began to eat her box. Her legs were twisted around my head. She shoved her feet behind my head. I was a captive between those heavy set thighs that I liked.
I licked and sucked, goosed her ass and tickled her box. I was getting excited, but she was working on my prick in a way that I figured I couldn't hold back.
I didn't want to lose. I didn't dare about the kick in the ass, but I sure as hell didn't want to lose.
In the midst of this whole affair, she stopped and looked down at me and said, "I have a better idea. Instead of a kick in the ass, the one who loses has to suck off the other person's cock or cunt right after they piss. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough?" I said. "It sounds like fun!"
Now the two of us began to work out real well. We worked out hard because it was important. It took every bit of will power that I had to stop my prick from shooting a load of cum in her mouth and she was working hard.
Then all of a sudden she couldn't control herself any more. My goosing and sucking and grabbing of her tits was too much for her. She vibrated and gave forth. As soon as she was through, I blew a load in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of it.
She looked at me and said, "Well, I guess I owe you a blow-job."
"Now," I said.
We got out of the bath. I sat down on the John and she got down on her knees in front of me. I peed and I held just a little bit back at the end of it. Then she took my prick in her mouth, and the minute she did, I peed right in her mouth.
As I did that, she realized what happened but knew it was too late to stop it. She gulped down my piss, and then began to suck my prick again. She sucked it real good, until every damned drop of cum came out of it. She sucked it so well I thought I was reamed by ten water hoses.
My cum shot all over her mouth and at this point she had had it. It spewed over the sides and the corner of her mouth. For once I knew I had found a woman who was an absolute maniac. I suppose the word is nymphomaniac, but what's the difference.
When we came out of the bathroom after that hour and a half session, it was eleven-thirty or a quarter to twelve. There on the floor was Biff.
I finally got his ass up and we took off after we got dressed and said goodbye to the girls.
On the way back home in the car, I said, "Hey, baby, will you have enough juice for tomorrow?"
He said, "A good night's sleep and a good breakfast and I'll be on the prowl again."
* * *
The next night we hopped into the car and began driving around town. We weren't going to go back to the same cunts we had the night before. Biff had it in his mind that we should try some place besides a saloon or a dance hall. He was trying to figure where else might be a good place to pick up some strange pussy. Suddenly he pulled the car up to the curb and stopped in front of a candy store.
"What are you stopping here for?" I asked.
"We have plenty of cigarettes."
"I'm stopping here," answers Biff, "cause we're going to pick up some nice cunt in there."
"In a candy store," I shouted. "You're out of your fuckin' mind!"
"Put up or shut up," he answers.
"Ten bucks says we crap out," I retort.
"You're on. Come on, let's go inside." He got out on his side and I followed.
We walked inside. Sitting on the edge of the counter were two chicks. They were teenagers. They were beautiful chicks, but they looked like fifteen or sixteen year old jailbait.
I whispered something to him, but he ignored me. He sat down at the counter.
"Hey, uh, bartender," he said to the jerk behind the counter with the white outfit.
"What can I do for you, fella?" he said.
"You can call me, uh, call me Biff. And bring my friend here a strawberry ice cream soda. Do you want another flavor, Pat? Is strawberry all right?"
"Man, if I'm having an ice cream soda," I said, "I don't care what you make it."
"All right," Biff said to the guy behind the counter, "bring us two of your favorite kinds of ice cream sodas, okay?"
The girls heard the wise exchange of conversation, and one of them looked across at us. They were both redheads. They were sweet, pretty and buxom. There was no make-up, not a drop, on their faces. They just looked naturally pretty.
"What do you think?" I said.
Biff looked at me, smiled and said, "Pat, you're gonna lose your ten bucks. This is a sure thing!" He then picked up the soda tab.
"Oh, come on now, I'll pick up the soda tab."
"No, I can tell you don't think that they'll make the scene. I'm gonna tell you that we are going to score and score big, and you're going to be shocked at what they're like, baby."
"Yeah, well, I'm not going to be shocked at what they look like. They look good enough to eat from what I see."
"Now, now, don't talk to me about something to eat," he said. "We're just about to get our first serving of strawberry ice cream soda."
We drank those sodas and, so help me, shit, I thought I was going to get nauseous. But it didn't mean a hell of a lot because in the middle of this, the two chicks started hitting the street.
I saw and started to spin around on my stool and make some kind of remark, and then I felt like my leg was in a vise-like grip.
I looked down and there was Biffs hand holding me steady. Always cool, I thought to myself, this guy is going to teach me a lot. I sat there staring at my soda.
They slowed down a bit as they passed us and I got a whiff of the most wild jungle smell I had ever smelled in my life. It was beautiful, deadly perfume. Well, at least they knew how to smell good, I thought.
They paid their bill and walked. I turned to Biff a bit.
I said, "Hey, man, I thought you were going to nail them."
"I said we were going to nail them, baby, and, Pat, you can count on the fact that we are going to nail them. I said it, didn't I?"
"Biff, you've got balls!"
"Yeah, you can ask that chick last night about that," he said. "I bet she's got one that still is hanging in her mouth."
The two of us broke up. We took our time, finished our sodas and walked. We paid the tab on the way out. When we got to the street, I was tempted to look around, but I saw Biff wanted to get the car first.
We walked over to the car and started it. He turned it around in a circle and began to slowly go up the block. On the next corner there they were, as predicted, standing there talking.
Biff pulled up alongside the curb. He looked over at them and said, "Excuse me, Miss, but I'm new in town and, uh, somebody told me that you two gorgeous birds fly around at night and tempt guys with your beauty and never really offer anything more than just company and conversation and ice cream sodas, maybe."
The one near us smiled. The other one looked a little bit warning like, as if she were saying to her friend, watch out and never talk to strangers.
But Biff had a way. He looked at her and said, "Listen, before you say anything and before you think we're nasty and fresh, would you like to go for a ride."
The one near us looked like she was going to say yes, but the one with her held her arm and said to us, "You gentlemen look very nice and like the type of guys we like to meet, but I'm afraid that we don't go for any rides with strangers so it would have to be some other time after we knew each other."
Now I chimed in figuring, what the hell, he's pushing all the action.
I said, "How long will it take to get to know you people until you're willing to get into a vehicle and we don't have to stand out in the street and get arrested for loitering?"
The one near us once again replied, "Well, it could take guys like you a long time. It depends on the individual case."
Biff shut the motor off and both of us got out of the car. We walked around, leaned on the fender and began conversing with the girls.
I began to look at them a little more closely. They were a little more buxom than I thought. They were on the heavy side with huge tits and small waists and doll-like faces. It was strange because most chicks in their age, mid to late teens, wear all kinds of make-up on their eyes and try to turn guys on.
They had a little eye make-up on, but that's it, no lipstick. They looked just like they were thirty years old, but miniaturized. I can't explain it. They were just weird looking.
After twenty minutes of blabbing, Biff got a little disgusted and said, "Well, Pat, I think we ought to cut out. There's not much action here, just a lot of conversation. Sorry, girls, but I don't dig standing on street corners. We're a little bit too old for that."
"We don't like to hang around bars so we figured we'd go out and try to meet some young ladies and maybe go for a ride and do something, but standing here getting ready to play potsy, ain't it!"
Now the one who called herself Amy, it turned out they were sisters, said, "Look, guys, we really think you're cute and we like you a lot, but we're a little nervous. You can understand, being picked up on the street and everything. Why don't you guys come over to our place and we can sit down and have a nice conversation."
I looked at Biff, figuring he'd turn that down because of the parents, but he didn't.
He smiled and said, "Fine, good idea, Amy. And Amy and Alice, you can sit in the back together to see how harmless we are. We'll sit in the front."
All of us agreed. The girls leaped into the car and I jumped into the front seat and gave Biff a dirty look. We seemed to be wasting a lot of time with this young cunt when we could have been out making it with some mature type pussy.
It was only a fifteen minute drive to a little shack on the edge of town, on the other side of the tracks. We pulled up in front of it. Biff looked at it.
The girls looked a little embarrassed.
Alice said, "Well, look, it's no palace, but if you guys were looking for a pair of wealthy girls to marry, you've found the wrong place. We might marry you, but we're not wealthy."
Biff smiled. They had a sense of humor. He looked at me and said, "Pat, does the layout bother you?"
"No, man, nothing bothers me when I'm in the company of someone I think has class, real class. You know, man?"
The girls were pleased with that answer and so was Biff. That's probably what he was fishing for with his remark. We all walked into the house.
It wasn't too bad, but there was nobody home, which I found rather interesting. I looked around. It looked very strange, that house.
Then Amy looked at me and said, "Look, I want you to know something, both of you. We live here alone. We don't have any parents to take care of us. And if we look like we lack a lot, we do. We make a living by working in stores downtown. We support ourselves. We don't ask anybody for anything, so please try not to take advantage of us."
"If you're looking for some kind of honest relationship, then that's fine. But if you're looking for some chicks to shove over and fuck and run and laugh and talk about it, then don't try anything, fella. We're big girls and we don't go for that."
Boy, she looked like dynamite, standing there talking to us with that tight skirt and tight sweater. Those big tits stuck out and her eyes flashed.
I couldn't quite comprehend why she was so damned sexy, but she was.
We sat down and the girls put on some records. We talked for awhile, and I kept getting a big hard-on looking at them. They sat in such a way and their legs were crossed in such a way that they looked very sexy to me.
I don't know how the hell my friend, Biff, was feeling, but I was feeling that if I didn't get fucked pretty soon, I was going to cut out from the human race.
Now, one of the girls said something to the other. We were drinking beer at the time which was just fine with us.
She said, "What do you say we give these guys a special treat because they are really nice, Alice."
"Good idea."
"Okay, I want to give them a treat. Can we give them a treat?"
"Yes, I think we should," she said.
"I'll tell you what. You guys, are such dolls, will you go along with the game we play?"
"What kind of game?" I asked.
"Well, we tie you up and you're at our disposal and then we do things to you. And if you like it, you get to tie us up and we're at your disposal. Sound interesting?"
I looked at Biff. He looked a little nervous. They could be a couple of butchers and bury us in the cellar. Both of us were thinking of an Alfred Hitchcock kind of thing.
However, we weren't really that shook up about it and we agreed finally to do exactly what the girls said. We would let them tie us up, but we warned them that we had to be out by midnight for a special mission.
They complied and said, "Okay, don't worry about it. We'll see that it's over by then. But remember now, once you're tied up, you're at our mercy."
"Love to be at your mercy, baby."
The girls were very sexually romping around the shack and laughing about the fact that we were all going to get in on this wild gig. To tell you the truth, I was experiencing a hard-on just thinking about it.
But that was nothing new. I had that since I entered the place.
To talk about having the hots would be putting it mildly. Amy was just too much, both of them really. Those short skirts they had on were really turning me on.
Their rumps were sticking way out and moving, and those tits bounced around as they jumped.
They led us back into the apartment into a bedroom in the very rear of it. There were two beds in there, both of them made with some kind of a felt bedspread. It was a pretty sexy lay out.
I looked at Biff and said, "Hey, man, not bad, huh?"
"Pat, it's one of the prettiest bedrooms I ever did see. Is this where you girls sleep?"
"No," Amy said, "we never sleep in here. This is where we entertain."
"Groovy. That good sound that came on when we came in, what's the deal on that?"
"Oh, I turned that on," she said, "before we came into the room."
"Beautiful," he said. "We're going to do this classy, huh?"
"Yes, this is going to be classy," she said. "Now, you gentlemen have to follow a certain routine which is part of this whole ritual. It's a part of it that makes it exciting."
"Whatever you girls say," I replied.
"Okay, each one of you stand by the side of one of those beds."
We walked over to the beds. They were four posters, old fashioned looking, but groovy. And there was this great black velvet on them. I guess that was to contrast the pretty white naked bodies that were on top of them at different times.
"Now, we're going to come over to each one of you and strip you and tell you to recline on the bed in a certain way. That's what you have to do. Fair enough?"
"I'll buy that. How about you, Biff?"
"Oh, man, I'll go along with anything, baby. Do you have some bourbon, girls, before we plop into this?"
"Oh, Alice, bring in some bourbon," she said.
When it arrived, Biff and I took a few slugs and then we stood there like the girls said. They walked over to us, one by one, and began to undress us.
I stood there, looking at this sexy, full-bosomed, well-developed piece stripping my clothes that I had met only an hour before.
In a matter of Five minutes, she was going to have full power over me. I didn't dig that idea but it excited me.
She unbuttoned each button of my shirt with great care. She pulled it off from my body and then began unbuckling the belt.
My prick was standing up. She looked down at the lump in my pants and then her eyes caught mine. She made some sinister sort of face, as if to say, naughty, naughty, naughty. You have a hard-on.
I looked at her and said, "You know, baby, you can knock it if you want, but... "
"I plan to," she said.
Now she let my pants drop to the floor.
"Step out of them!" she ordered.
"I can't with my shoes on," I said.
"The hell with your damn shoes!" she said.
Somehow I managed to get my shoes out of the pants. I don't know why I was taking this crap from the broad, but we agreed to play the game so we were going along with it.
My little buddy, Biff, on the other side of the other bed was doing pretty much the same thing.
Now both girls went back in the room, after we were standing there completely nude, and looked us over.
"Would you turn around, please?" Amy said.
"Well, okay, we'll turn around," I said and we did.
"What do you think, Alice?" I heard her ask. "I think that the one called Pat as the nicer ass.
"I think you're right," she said. "Pat, you lie down on the bed there with your face down. Spread your legs apart with your arms over your head. Reach for the bedposts."
I felt like a little bit of an idiot, but I did it as she told me. And now I heard them order Biff to lie on his back and do the same thing as I had done.
The next thing I knew, Amy was standing over me and she had some kind of leather noose which she ringed around my left ankle and attached it to the bedpost.
Then she had some other kind of noose which she attached to my wrists and tied them to the upper bedpost.
I thought, boy, this is some kind of joke. Any time I want to get out of this all I got to do is grab and slip my hand down and I'm gone. Oh, how I was wrong!
She grabbed something at the bedpost, which I couldn't see and twisted it. All of a sudden, my body became very tense and taut. It seemed as though the pulling from the top made the bottom ones grab real tight.
Now I realized that I was literally trapped. I lay there on my stomach. The only thing I could move was my head, from one side to the other.
Then I heard them walking over to one side of the room and looking us over.
"What an ass this one has," Alice said.
"Yes, he has some butt."
Then I felt a hand on my ass, creeping up the crack of my ass. Then I felt a finger teasing my bum hole. Then the inner part of one of my thighs was pinched hard.
Then I heard Biff say, "Hey, baby, don't play with it, suck it!"
There was a loud cracking sound after that and a quick gasp.
I was wondering what happened. I turned toward Biff. I looked just in time to see Alice taking her knee off the bed. She had smacked his face and the crack resounded to the ceiling as though somebody had been hit with a cement block.
"Hey, Biff, what's happening?"
"Well, I just got a rap in the mouth from this cunt. I won't be here forever, baby, and when I get up, you'll regret that one."
"We shall see," Alice said, "who regrets what.
And well let you know when you can start regretting.
"You're out of your mind," I said, "baby. Come on, don't get too serious about this now." They left the room.
I looked over at Biff and said. "Hey, man, you want to get out of this rig right now? I'll pull these bedposts apart."
"Forget it, baby," he said. "When she hit me, I tried to squeeze at them and they don't budge."
"You're kidding!"
I tried. I gave a few hard jerks and realized that what he was saying was true. We were prisoners.
"Play along, man. Do anything they say," I" said. "When we get loose, we'll tear them apart."
"Okay, baby, I got you."
Now they came back into the room. They were carrying all kinds of little goodies. I couldn't quite imagine what all this crap was that they had under their arms, but they began to place it on a dresser across the room.
Now I turned my head as best I could back. Biff was in an ideal position to see because he was on his back looking straight ahead. There was a pillow under his head and he could see everything pretty well.
Amy stood in front of the bed and Alice handed her things. Amy held them up and told us what they were.
"This, gentlemen, is a garrison belt. This, gentlemen, is a switch."
She held up a piece of birch.
"This, gentlemen, is a cat-o-nine, and this is a bull-whip. This is a riding crop."
On and on it went. For ten minutes, they presented us with an assortment of freaky kinds of weapons that I figured, if they used these on us we were about headed for the graveyard.
"Now, you gals be careful," I said. "Remember, this is just for fun."
"Yes," she said, "but part of the fun is the idea of pain."
Now I was nervous. But it was too late.
Alice stood over me. It seemed that I was to be the first victim, or, rather my butt. The next thing I knew, I was being literally flogged with one whip that she held up and called a bull-whip.
It was short and every stroke stung. I gritted my teeth and pulled at those thongs that were on my wrists as hard as I could to stop from wailing like a maniac.
I had been hit ten blows across the ass before it stopped. I saw Biff staring at me with fascination. The next thing that happened was rather unbelievable.
They picked up one of these switches and they began to work on Biffs frontal thighs. They smashed him across the thighs and red marks appeared immediately as the switch left his leg. To come back for another shot was unreal!
He couldn't help himself. He was moaning. The pain was fantastic. He was gritting his teeth.
The next thing I knew, some foreign object was being pushed into my asshole. I couldn't quite imagine what it was.
Then I realized it was some kind of candle affair, and it was being twisted, and it was causing me a great deal of discomfort to say the least.
While that was being done, the chick had some kind of little pin or needle in her hand and she was poking little holes in my shoulder blades. This was getting to be a bit much.
I lay there groaning. I didn't have a lot of choice. The next thing I knew, the object was removed from my ass and the pin pricking stopped.
I looked up and said, "What the hell is going on here?"
And all of a sudden I felt a thrashing at my back and my ass and I knew I was being whipped by something unreal, a cat-o-nine.
"A cat-o-nine. That's what it is," she said.
Hours later, after being beaten like this, Biff and I were completely exhausted. The broads had, in the process of all their torturing taken off their clothes, except for panties and they were walking around with their bodies glistening and shining.
Devilish, stupid, sadistic women they were, but turn us on they did. They had even taken to smacking at Biffs prick. And that had caused him some pain because he had shrieked a lot.
Finally, Amy said to Alice, "I think they've had enough."
"Yes, you're right," she said. "I think it's time they ate our cunts!"
Then I saw Alice mount Biffs face and shove her pussy down onto his mouth after she stripped her panties off. I was wondering how Amy was going to get me to do this with my head turned away.
She told me in no short terms. "I'm going to sit down on the bed," she said, "and put my cunt over your face. You turn your head in such a way so that you can lick it, or I'll hit you fifty times more with the "cat."
It was a strain, but I ate her. I have to admit it.
She was vicious. And finally she did blow her load. With that, she lay down on top of my body, kissing and biting my shoulders and neck.
Finally, I felt her hand slipping up to the thongs. She loosened them. My wrists relaxed. My ankles relaxed. The pain in my body from the whips and the birch was a little bit unreal. I thought I'd never move again, as a matter of fact.
My body was hot, worked, like it had been worked hard. I wasn't so sure that I liked it at all.
Then I saw that Biff was getting loose, both of us. We stood up. Our inclinations were fairly similar. You'd have thought that after all this heat, we would have wanted to fuck these chicks.
But, frankly, fucking wasn't really the first thing on my mind. The first thing on my mind was maybe to break one of these chick's asses.
I turned to Biff and looked at him to see what he was doing. He was staring at this bitch who was now lying on the bed as if to say, I'm at your mercy, do with me what you will.
I picked up my woman from behind the head and gave her two fast, cracking smacks across the face and watched her roll over in shock. I then whipped her into the leather thongs that I was in and started to tighten them.
I saw the screw turning device that made it work. Pretty clever. Biff did the same to his.
I had Amy on the bed and Biff had Alice. There they were. We tied both of them face up. We weren't interested in whipping any ass yet, maybe later, much later.
We went inside into the living room, looked at each other's backs, wet and took showers, relaxed and figured we'd doze off for a few hours. Then we'd get up and get these chicks.
We went into another bedroom and sacked out. We knew what was going to come when we woke up, but we needed our strength back and we had lost a lot of it in that last work out.
We'll come back to it when we're rested.
* * *
We woke up about two-thirty in the morning.
I looked over at Biff and said, "Hey, baby, what's happening?"
He said, "Hey, Pat, let's get out of here."
"Are you crazy, man? We got two birds inside we owe something to! Come on, let's not get nervous. I want to fuck. I want them to eat my prick, especially that Amy bitch with those big lips."
"Okay, okay, okay, Pat. But hey, man, we got our rocks, didn't we?"
"You got your rocks," I said. "I don't dig some chick laying it to me."
"Yeah, I dig, baby."
We washed our faces and went inside. We sneaked in pretty quiet. The girls were sleeping.
I said, "Wouldn't it be fun if they woke up with pricks in their cunts?"
"Yeah, daddy, that's a good idea. We've got to slide in before they wake up."
"Just look at those tits, baby." Biff did and he found it wasn't hard to get a hard-on. The two of us climbed up on the beds. We held our pricks over those wide-spread legs. Then we slid them into the cunts.
And they woke up fast! Their first reaction was to jump up, but it was no use. My eleven inches was shoved into Amy's pussy, and there was no question that she was getting good and fucked.
She began to moan and groan, and she was finding it very pleasant.
I reached down for those pendulous tits with the pink nipples at the end. What a sexy piece this was! Just lovely! Really built! Something else!
I fucked her slow and easy. Biff was banging away like crazy on Alice and she was trying to return the motion, except trussed up like she was, it was damned near impossible.
I kept fucking slow and easy, and when I got ready to cum, I couldn't care less whether she was getting any thrills or not, or whether her rocks were off or not. I just blasted my load hot into her tunnel. I didn't think she was ready to cum yet, but, again I say, I didn't know.
I showered her insides with joy juice, alive with impregnating sperm. As I came and finished, I laughed.
I dismounted her. I walked over to the dresser where the weapons were left when they finished with them. I took a piece of raw birch, noticing that it had little knots on it that could really burn a person.
I walked over to her and gave her a good sharp slap on the inside of one of her thighs. She reacted in cold terror, but there was a gleam in her eye which I was sure was missing from mine when I received the same favors from her.
She dug it. She was hung up. She was a sado-masochist.
I lay one stripe across each of her tits, one across her throat and I began to massage her thighs. I striped her for twenty minutes with that birch, and each time I raised it up, her eyes watched it as though hypnotized by it.
As I brought it down, I did so with a fast motion, no hesitation.
Biff was busy pushing his prick into Alice's mouth, then fucking her cunt, and squeezing her tits around the front of his prick. He had cum all over her body, in her face, in her eyes, in her cunt, on her thighs, all over her. He really did it.
I had only shot one load so far, but I was going to do another soon. I went over to the dresser again and threw the birch aside. I picked up that nice, long bull whip. I raised it and snapped it around Amy's body at the waist level, at the tit level, at the front of her pussy.
I slammed her a few times on the insides of her thighs and now she was beginning to moan and groan and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was in pain. I continued another fifteen minutes giving a number of tingling blows to her body, nothing vicious or violent. They were slow, premeditated strokes.
Now she was begging and pleading with me to stop.
"Only if you give me what I consider the greatest blow job I've ever had," I said. "Anything short of that and you'll get nothing except another fifty shots from this beautiful snake whip. Or maybe I'll use the cat!"
"Oh, please," she said, "not the cat!"
"It all depends on how succulent the blow job that you're about to give me is. Do you hear me, bitch?"
"I hear you," Amy replied. I straddled her tits and sat down on them. They were a good, soft pillow. I took my prick and put it to the tip of her lips. I shoved forward and jammed my cock right down into her throat.
She really began to suck. She put pressure all around. Her mouth was hot and her tongue was busy at work, rolling around the edge of my prick, sucking and eating and kissing and blowing.
The question to me was how satisfied I would be when I came, and if I tortured her enough. I thought about it and figured what the hell. Biff and I had to cut out soon.
Speaking of Biff, I looked up and saw that he was now straddling Alice's face, the cheeks of his asshole over her mouth as she licked up into his asshole.
Not a bad idea, I thought. No time like the present to get a good rump job out of this bitch too. But I was busy and my prick was being sucked. The girl had real talent. I lifted myself up a bit and she began to eat at my balls, tickling them with her tongue and sucking at them with her lips.
She worked very hard, I have to say that for her.
I pressed my prick in further. I was prepared to ram it through the back of her head if necessary. I was very unhappy with the performance they had given us.
I didn't picture going back with red marks all over my skin. But they had been careful. They hadn't broken the skin. I had seen in the mirror. But now I was returning the favor.
I looked down at Amy. Occasionally I reached down and stuck a finger up her pussy. I only did it long enough to tease her, to get her worked up. Then I removed my finger and tweaked the lips of her pussy and that's all.
She kept sucking my prick. Finally I felt the beginning of my ejaculation. Then it came. Every shot of my cum nearly jerked her head off. She could hardly hold on with the throbbing of my prick inside her lips.
I filled her mouth to the point where it overflowed and dripped down the sides of her lips.
I knew that she had worked hard on that blow job. She worked hard to get all the cum into her mouth. And she did it. She got it all.
When I was through, I sat back on her stomach and put my prick between her tits.
She looked up at me and said, "How did you like it? Was it okay? I mean it, Pat. I wanted to please you!"
"Well, it wasn't bad, bitch, but it left some things to be desired."
"You're not going to beat me with the cat, are you?"
I walked over to the dresser and picked the cat up. I went back to where she was. Fear was in her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks.
I then looked down at her and said, "I'm going to let you go this time, girl, but you'd better improve that blow-job. Next time you won't get off this easy."
She was black and blue all over. She sighed a bit and then closed her eyes and let her head rest back.
Biff was just finishing his ass sucking and jerking off scene between the tits with Alice. Literally, that was what he was doing. He was on his knees and had his. prick between her two tits and she was squeezing tight on it.
I released the bonds on Amy. She immediately stood up and put her arms around me. She pressed her full lips to mine and we kissed in a long embrace as my hand slid down her thighs.
In a matter of seconds we were fucking in a standing position. Her cunt grabbed onto me in such a way that I felt it squeeze my prick to oblivion. I jumped up and threw her legs around my waist.
My hand slipped under her ass to hold her there and we were walking around the room bouncing. As she bounced on top of me, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter all the time.
Finally I realized that this is some way to fuck. We stood in the middle of the room with her bouncing and me holding her up, and nothing was on the floor but my feet. But we fucked away. For ten minutes we kept on like that, she with her legs wrapped around my waist and me with my hands under her ass and her arms around my neck.
She was kissing and biting me in the neck and shoulders. Then I felt both of our bodies vibrate. The ejaculation took the longest to achieve but when we got there, it was something.
I looked at Biff who was now busy screwing Alice in the asshole. He had taken her bonds off and slipped them over the bedpost. Now he was fucking her asshole for all he was worth.
I looked at him and said, "Hey, Biff, finish and let's go."
That's what we did. He finished and we threw the girls back on the bed. We kissed them.
We said, "We shall return, ladies, at your invitation."
They looked up at us and said, "Please come back. Come next weekend!"
We finally got dressed and got the hell out of there.
As we walked down to the car, I said to Biff. "It's a good thing we didn't go a little further with those girls. We might have had a lot of trouble."
"They're some pair, aren't they?" he said.
"You'd better believe it."
We jumped in the car and took off for home. All the way I felt the pains in the back of my legs and thighs and ass and my back. But, it was all worth the pain. It was a pretty exciting evening, one I would not have minded repeating, one that I was fairly sure that Biff and I would some day repeat. But not right away.
That's a bit much in large doses!
So, that's how my buddy, Biff, and I spend every Friday and Saturday. We don't do any fucking around on Sunday or the weekdays because of work. But we get enough on Friday and Saturday to keep us cool for the rest of the week. We score every weekend. We never crap out and we never repeat with the same cunts. With one exception. Amy and Alice. We've gone back to them twice because their action is so different. We're a couple of young guys and we like the style we live in and we intend to keep it up as long as we can. With us, pussy can never go out of style.
CHAPTER THREE - SURPRISE PARTY
I had an experience that I just have to tell someone. Yet if I do I might mess up the entire thing and get a lot of people in trouble. I feel that since I can't tell it to anyone, then it would be best to get it off my chest by putting it down on paper. This way nobody gets hurt.
First of all, my name is Bob Hatcher. I'm a senior in high school and I'm on the football team. The subject of my story is Shelly Ives, or should I say the entire Ives family. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Shelly is one of the prettiest girls in the school, if not the prettiest. I had approached her several times for a date, but it seems that the times that I wanted to take her out conflicted with other engagements that she had. She was never rude to me nor did she ever give me any indication that she just didn't want me to bother her again. The thought did enter my mind that she was giving me the brush off very gently, so I decided that the next time I asked her for a date and she refused me would be the last time I would ever ask her again.
To my surprise and joy, she accepted my invitation to the prom and we made arrangements for me to pick her up at her house in my car. My folks are rather wealthy and I have a late model convertible. Shelly's father, Mr. Carl Ives, is not a poor man either, so I know that there was no objection on the part of her family to my taking her out.
The night of the prom arrived and I drove up the driveway to the Ives' Estate and stopped the car in front of the entrance. I got out of my car and went up and rang the bell. Mr. Ives answered the door himself, which I thought was rather strange since they had servants. But Mr. Ives explained that the servants were off that evening. He invited me into his den and offered me a drink. I accepted as he said that Shelly would be down in a few more minutes.
I sipped the drink and found it pleasantly satisfying with a palate-teasing taste that was very unusual. We sat talking for a few moments about nothing in particular, when Shelly entered the room followed by her mother and brother. I went to stand up, but found that my feet wouldn't budge. Mr. Ives told me not to bother standing up, but I was disturbed by the fact that I didn't seem to have any control over my limbs.
Shelly sat down next to me and I wanted to get up to my feet, but I couldn't move. How was I going to drive to the prom? What the hell was wrong with me? Mr. Ives was talking to me, but I couldn't seem to make out what he was saying.
Suddenly his voice seemed to clear as though out of a fog.
"Excellent vintage, eh?" Mr. Ives said, eyeing me curiously, I thought.
"Yes... I guess," I managed. "Wh-what year is it?" I heard myself go on, feeling the effect creeping all over him, stronger with each passing second. I blinked my eyes and looked around at the others. They all seemed to be watching me, Teddy grinning, Shelly with her lips slightly parted in an almost desire-filled smile, her eyes gleaming as were her mother's. Then, Mrs. Ive's dropped her hand to her thigh and began to stroke it gently, almost narcisstically.
"It's dateless," Mr. Ives replied, answering his question. "But I like to think of it as a brew out of the dark ages, from the witches' cauldron itself, wherein lies the love and peace so sought after upon this earth, my boy."
"Y-You don't say," I stammered, feeling my prick ramrodding its way to a solid erection, not only at the sight of Mrs. Ives suggestively massaging her thigh, but Shelly had suddenly laid her small, soft hand in my lap, not an inch away from the throbbing head of my lurching cock!
Then Mr. Ives talked some more, but his voice seemed to haze over again and I didn't hear what he was saying. All I caught was the last word, "aphrodisiac."
I heard myself reply, hardly knowing what I was saying or talking about. Shelly's hand was sliding toward the outline of my prick!
Mrs. Ives held the decanter toward me, and I, as if it were beyond my control, held up my glass in receptance. Mr. Ives smiled at me, and for some reason I felt completely the underling, the servitor. We all raised our glasses. I saw Mr. Ives nod toward his luscious daughter.
"Here's to fuck," Shelly responded.
"And delicious suck," added her mother.
"To the time," said Teddy.
"And magnificent ass fucking," the smiling father tail-ended it.
I felt their eyes upon me, their beautiful faces smiling, while I tried to reason within my swirling brain if I had imagined or actually heard the toasts. It was beyond anything minutely imaginable, these magnificent, breathtaking people, this intoxicating family with the delicious daughter I had already flipped over, the eminent father who piloted his very own company... good Lord! All inhibitions were passing from me. It was unbelievably exhilarating. My prick was as hard as a fencepost and Shelly had just grasped it where it jerked inside my pants with her soft, white hand.
Shit!
"To my Bob," Shelly toasted, staring meaningfully at me.
They drained their glasses, then laughed, while Shelly gave a little hand-clasp of delight as she arose and danced around the room. Suddenly Teddy went to the phonograph to add more weird music. Mrs. Ives went back to a chair and seated herself, raising her knees up under her chin with her feet on the cushion, and even with the long, black skirt of the evening gown, I could see the entire undersides of her full, creamy-white thighs and her soft, hair-covered cunt, for she wore nothing obviously beneath it. She smiled at me as she traced the direction of my eyes concentrated upon the secret delight of her crotch. It didn't seem that I could pull my eyes away from the spectacular sight, yet even as I stared, I tried to listen to Mr. Ives' words.
"... In essence, Bob, it falls upon us to carry the torch of veneral freedom, as well as put down the warped, nauseous, incest hypocrisy, and bow to Lot, disciple of the Prince. It's not impossible that we can yet establish peace and love on this demented planet, at least, we will work toward those ends."
Mr. Ives paused for breath, while I listened, fascinated not only by his words, but by the significance of his spiel. I looked at Shelly and her mother, glowing and alight with desire and quite suddenly, I began to understand what was in store for me if I was reading all of the symptoms correctly; I didn't know whether to jump up and run from the house, or simply sit there and wait, for someone to rape me. Good gosh! I'd never had a girl outside of Edna May, the whore Coach Griffin had hired for the whole team last New Year's when we'd won the Interstate Football Championship. All I was certain of was that my prick throbbed in a need I had never before experienced, and Shelly Ives was flitting around the room and smiling at me, her cocktail dress twirling high to reveal her luscious, ivory thighs, while her mother displayed her enticing pussy to me shamelessly, and Carl Ives went on talking.
"... So, are you ready to become one of us, Bob? A staunch member of our liberation movement?"
Shit! It was all utterly fantastic! My cock was leaping like a dolphin breaking water! I couldn't help but wonder if this man who represented his own industrial interest was aware of the bargain he was tossing at me? Damn, I'd give my potential fortune to get at Shelly, say nothing of her mother, whose cunt-lips at that very moment were moist and quivering right before my eyes.
"Well," Teddy put in. "Why don't you answer, Dad?"
"What? Yes, yes, of course. Hell, yes, of course I will! Whatever you say, Mr. Ives... Carl."
"Good boy, Bob!" Carl Ives placed a strong hand on my shoulder. "All right, everyone," he said, looking at each member of his family individually. "We have a proselyte and its love-in time! Shall we?"
They all leaped erect and began to shed their clothing. I watched, amazed. Mrs. Ives was stripped first, but only because she had gotten the jump. She had been wearing nothing beneath her costume. I gaped, my brain conjuring up scenes of myself fucking and sodomizing her, as I drank of the beauty that was her delectable, full, generous body. Then her smile, like a wide, flowering cunt, entranced me.
My mind suddenly became a whirlpool of lust. I stared in wonder toward Shelly, my own delightful Shelly, who was as naked as the barest-assed infant I had ever seen, still twirling voluptuously before me. Shit, I was going to cum right in my pants! Her breathtaking, young body was firmly curved with unbelievable full, erect tits like half-melons, and an enchanting rounded belly, with dimpled globes of buttocks that reminded me of bread dough. Her pubic hair was little more than the frothy down of a silky peach, her puffy mound with its tight, pink slit jutting from between her lush white thighs whipping my breath away.
"Come on!" invited the father, kicking off his trousers and standing naked, his iron-hard cock the length and thickness of an anchor-shaft before him. "Let's praise the devil!"
I could but stare, fascinated. But Carl Ives surprised me; he was muscular, more lean than he might have anticipated, not too hairy, while his prick continued to stick out like a flagpole on a courthouse. Then, dear shit! Then, Shelly came forth and grasped her father's cock in her small, white hand! I gasped aloud, staring in profound awe. I watched her fingers taunt its tip absently, while she continued to smile toward me.
As a matter of fact, they were all looking at me! I picked up my glass and drained the dregs, wishing there were more, anything, feeling the wine rage with devil's fire inside my entrails, and finally, I, too, was naked!
The tight room air on my flesh taunted me like a swell of cold water. My stone-rigid prick was steaming and sweating, almost glistening; my whole crotch area was perspiring profusely. I dazedly tossed my clothes over a chair. Marva Ives moved toward me, smiling erotically, her eyes locked approvingly on my rod. I expected her to grasp it, but she didn't. I was almost disappointed. Instead, she moved partially behind me, put her hand across my stomach, the other behind my back as if to bend me forward, then poked a long finger right up my asshole! I grunted aloud and she wormed it in to the first knuckle while I tried desperately to clutch my asscheeks together, but then, I became completely taken with the unexpected effect, and as she moved her finger around in my passage, I was aware of my lips parting, and suddenly I sucked in the pointed nipple of her tit into my mouth.
"All right, everyone," Carl Ives interrupted, holding up his hands. "Before we get into it, let me clarify things a little more to our neophyte, eh? You see, Bob, even though we've yet to establish any set ritual to our little family 'times,' we have learned that a bit of wild and exotic dancing helps stimulate the genital regions, especially the girls' cunt juice glands."
I was listening, yet barely able to hear. I was more concerned with the fact that Marva Ives had taken her finger out of my rectum, to my disappointment, but then she gave my prick an affectionate stroke and smiled, as if to say the best was yet to come.
She then led us off, unexpectedly bouncing into a lewd and obscene little dance to the beat of the eerie music that weaved us about the room, with Teddy falling in behind her, then her husband, Shelly and I bringing up the tail-end. Following Shelly, I sensed my cock straining longingly to reach her rotating, provocative behind, my eyes feasting lustfully on the separate movement of each round, full buttock, her gently sloping shoulders and taut, cream-skinned back and hand-spun waist enchanting me. Shit, I had to be dreaming! Yet, I could see the muscle in her thighs, long and slender, strong and inviting and in my half-drugged mind I could feel them locked beautifully around my middle. My rigid lance of hot flesh rode up against my belly, damned near vertical in my salacity. I watched their movements of hips and buttocks, trying to mimic them, and felt my desire continuously mounting. My cock, with its foreskin ripped back, began to throb almost painfully in my need.
Suddenly, everyone began to break away and Shelly was gone from in front of me, racing ahead of her father to bend over abruptly, spread her legs wide apart, and as I stared in shocked disbelief, saw her reach her hands behind her to pull apart her delightful asscheeks, displaying her delicious, little, pink asshole that stretched open slightly, as if it might have been used accordingly before, straining just above the moist coral slit of her tight and lovely, down-covered cuntlips. Her father waited until she was set, then moved in close behind her, thrusting his hairy pelvis forward and clutching her hips to keep her from falling over as he nosed the thick, blood-inflated knob of his blunt-headed, fiery-hued shaft right into the little, puckered hole. I continued to gape in amazement and heard Shelly grunt as I watched her father's massive cock meet with momentary resistance, then, slip obscenely right up into her lewdly stretched asshole.
Immediately, Carl began to ram wickedly into her, showing little, or no mercy, while Shelly carried on a wanton, undulating, rhythmic motion with her gorgeous, young buttocks that caused my prick to jerk and leap in covetous desire. Then, Marva swung toward me, dropped to her knees and took my cock between her pretty, lipstick rimmed lips, letting them slide smoothly along over its hot, pulsing head, her tongue racing and swirling wildly over it. Next, before I actually realized what was happening, the attractive woman drew me down to the floor, placed me on my back and swung around above me so that her entrancing, wide-spread crotch was but a scant inch from my face, her opened, pink cunt lips about to graze my mouth. I had never done anything like this in my life! I looked down through the erotic arch of her crotch and thighs to see her tits quivering and swaying above my belly as her lips parted once more to encircle tightly the glans of my hard, throbbing rod of flesh, until all of a sudden, she sucked its whole length right up into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth and throat.
Hot shit! I'd never been sucked before, let alone licked a pussy, but I was damned sure going to right soon! I clutched at the soft spheres of her full, round buttocks and drew her crotch down to me, wildly thrusting my tongue deep up into her vagina, causing a humming sound to vibrate my prick in her sucking mouth, while she screwed her cunt down onto my exploring, virgin-tongue. I felt my shaft being sucked rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, my loins tensing and jerking as I realized that she was taking almost the full length of it into her throat. Its head throbbed and jerked with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on each outstroke, and I imagined the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to my thick cock as she sucked voraciously, her mind feverish with the salacious delight of the act. I felt her tits dance and sway against my naked, tensed belly from the up and down motions of her pumping torso, while brief pictures of Shelly's luscious, young body flickered through my dazed mind, and I pretended that the cunt my tongue was slithering in and out of and the small, elasticlike, viscous hole my mouth was glued to, belonged to her.
Shit, why didn't she come over to me? What were they doing? I paused to see, the sight an unexpected and overwhelmingly carnal one. Now, Carl Ives had his huge prick up Teddy's ass, while Shelly was on her knees beside her brother, jerking and stroking his cock with her slender, white hand!
At last, she saw me looking at her, smiled and bounced to her feet to dance over to me with delightfully quivering, erect breasts and drop down and join me and her mother.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, "isn't it wonderful, Bob, darling?"
I could barely speak, but I made a guttural sound of agreement. Then I reached out and cupped one full, resilient tit and she held my hand tightly to it with her own, as she stretched out and pressed against our soixante-neuf positioned bodies.
At that precise moment, Marva Ives ceased her oral ministrations and quickly climbed off me.
"There you are, darling," she said to her daughter. "He's beautiful. Try him."
"Oh, I want to. Thanks, Mommy," Shelly replied, eagerly assuming a different position than her mother had chosen, while I watched Marva cross the room and sit down between her son's legs to take his young cock into her mouth lovingly, while her husband continued to sodomize the willing boy with vicious thrusts of his long, thick cock.
Then, I heard Carl Ives let out a throaty gasp and realized he was about to cum as he plunged his shaft with flesh-shattering force up his son's rectum, and Teddy gave off his own squeal of delight while his strong, young prick began to obviously spew its charge of sperm into his mother's madly sucking mouth.
As if it were all her cue, Shelly leaped astride me, her eyes glazed, her lovely mouth hanging loosely open. She poised herself above my rigid prick and then, with a sharp lunge and a wild, little, banshee-like howl, plunged her loins down on me so that she rode right down my prick like a greased pole, enclosing it in the soft, moist channel of her tight, velvety cunt. She let out another little cry and began to dance and heave her hips about on my belly, screwing and squirming and gnashing her teeth.
I saw that she was endeavoring to smile at me through the aura of her ecstatic bliss, while simultaneously, she clutched her buttocks tightly and drove her cunt down and up my thick, aching rod. I could feel the lubricating fluids from the walls of her clasping vagina soak my cock warmly as she swallowed every fraction of it with a muscular sucking action that was drawing at the very lining of my balls. Excitedly, I reached up and clutched at her hardened, pink-nippled tits, the soft, vibrant flesh squeezing between my fingers lewdly, and she hammered her full, round, white buttocks up and down, up and down, up and down furiously, her young, cannibalistic cunt endeavoring to ingest me.
I gaped in lust-filled passion at my thrusting prick pushing and pulling at the pink, ragged lips of her golden, hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep into the lubricious tunnel.
She began to rise and fall more quickly, gasping and grunting, her head swaying from side to side, her long, blonde hair flailing wildly. Her knees dug into me tighter and tighter, and I sensed that she was moving toward her climax. Every time she sank down on my loins now, she gave a little shudder, quivering her full breasts and the soft flesh of her belly.
"Oh, oh, Bob, Bob! So beautiful... so sweet! Yes, yes! Fuck me good and hard! Oh yes, yes... fuck me hard!" she choked down at me and I thought I might blow my mind at the mere sound of the vile, four-letter words tumbling from her beautiful pouting lips.
Oh shit, I thought, I was going to fuck her and suck her every day for the rest of my life! My prick was screaming for release! Now, her parents and brother were standing above us, watching! It just couldn't be happening! I was hallucinating! I was on a trip! My balls were about to burst!
I kept flexing my hips at the very last moment with every descent she made, and it was knocking the breath right out of her. Her knees pressed tighter and tighter against my sides, shuffled, tightened, shuffled again. I, too, was on the brink.. Her breath rose to a near scream, her head tensing back on her neck so that the veins and tendons stood out. Her body began to jerk, then seemed to move into a desperate convulsion, thrusting her rotund tits forward in a magnificent projection as she suddenly spewed a flood of hot, scalding fluid from her vagina and a series of agonized "oooooohhs" and "aaaahhhhhhs" from her beautiful mouth.
To Shelly, the rigid prick driving up into her seemed immense, as if it would certainly crush some organ inside her, but she continued to ride up and down, feeling it huge and wonderful as the enchanting bliss of her moment rippled fulfillingly through her trembling body. Then, she felt it expand even more and I battered up into her passage with a fierce barrage of merciless thrusts; she felt my hands clasp her hips brutally, heard the breath spurt from between my clenched teeth, felt the convulsive heave as if I were about to throw her off me, and she forced her cunt down against my up-push... then, felt the hot flood of thick, white sperm gushing up inside her belly in a long series of spurts until I cried out, and gradually calmed to lay quiet under her, and she remained astride me, ever smiling.
I could hardly get my breath as I lay there. Hot shit, I was shaking like a leaf, but my prick was still as hard as a rifle-barrel. I groaned aloud, then heard Shelly's father say, "You're quite a man, Bob, quite a man. No question about it, you're going to be a welcomed addition to our little circle. But now, what say to a reviving spot of sherry, something to put the starch back into your loins, eh, before we move into round two?"
I heard myself emit a barely audible little groan as I stared up into Shelly's beautiful, smiling face. Round two? I whimpered to myself. Hot shit!
* * *
That next Monday I had taken Shelly to a movie. On the way home from the movie I thought that we would stop for a little love-making before we went home.
"Bob, where are you going?"
I smiled over at her. "Thought that we'd go down and park by the lake for a while. Mind?"
"Well, no, I suppose not," Shelly responded hesitantly, not certain that she liked the idea, feeling somewhat obligated. "But I do have to be home by one, and it's twelve-thirty now."
Once more, I smiled at her, but this time, by the moonlight, she detected a little licentious gleam in my eye, and she said, "On second thought, maybe we hadn't better. I think I want to go straight home, Bob Hatcher!"
"Hey, what's the matter?" I questioned, pulling slowly off the road to a halt and leaning over toward her, my hand coming to rest on her thigh outside her dress.
My little aggression surprised Shelly, and quickly she grasped my hand, removing it. Anger flared inside her.
"Bob Hatcher! I ought to slap your face for doing that," she spat vehemently at me.
"What, I don't... wait a minute. I thought things were different between us now, Shelly," I stammered, my face flushing in shocked surprise.
"Oh, is that so? And just what gave you that idea?" she snapped shifting angrily in the seat.
"Why, why, the party at your house," I managed, gaping at her in confusion. "I mean, well, oh, for gosh sake, Shelly, that was no apple-dunking game you and I were playing."
"Mister Hatcher! M-My gosh, I can't believe it!" she exclaimed, staring at me in wide-eyed awe. "You were intending to take advantage of me down by the lake, weren't you? Well, weren't you?"
"T-Take advantage of you? What the hell!" I finally blurted, momentarily wondering if I were losing my wits entirely. "Look, I mean, well, did we or didn't we do it that night at your house and didn't your mother get right down on me while your father was doing it to you right in... "
"Bob! Stop it!" she half-screamed at me. "I won't listen to any more! Either you take me home this very minute or I'll never speak to you again! Do you understand?"
I didn't understand, but I put the car in gear, swung about and headed back toward home. The ride was a short one and neither of us spoke the whole distance, not until I had pulled into her drive and looked over at her once more, completely bewildered.
Shelly smiled softly, "I'm sorry Bob. I didn't mean to be so short with you. I-I guess I've been worrying too much over tests. Please, please forgive me?"
"F-Forgive you?" I repeated. "Yes, of course, I forgive you, Shelly, but I just don't understand is all. I mean after that party I thought, well, that you and I would be doing it, like, lots of times."
"Poor Bob," Shelly said with a little tolerant shake of her head, leaning toward me and placing her slender hand on my sleeve. "You really don't understand, do you? Don't you see, darling, that was different. Those beautiful things happen with the family, when we have a love-in, a time, as Teddy puts it. Daddy, Mommy, all of us and sometimes a guest, like you were. Now, don't you see, for you and I to do it alone somewhere would make it obscene? Gosh, Bob, we're not animals you know; we have to be civil about these things."
My mouth had fallen open and I stared at the beautiful, blonde girl beside me. "Y-Yes, yes, of course," I managed, shaking my head lightly as if to clear it. "I-I didn't quite understand, I guess... "
"Sweet Bob," she said, smiling warmly, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before alighting from my auto.
I walked her to the door and she let me kiss her lightly on the lips one last time.
"When, when will I see you again?" I questioned.
"I'm not sure, Bob, why don't you call me?" she said, opening the door and going inside to turn and face me. "I'm going to be spending some time with a girl friend, but you can give me a ring next week if you like."
"N-Next week?"
"Uh, huh, I think I'll be free then. Well," she said, smiling as she eased the door closed between us, "Good night and thank you for a lovely evening, Bob."
She closed the door in my face and I was standing there like a jerk with his thumb in his mouth. That happened just a little over a month ago. I haven't been out with Shelly since that night. I call her and ask for a date, but she is always busy. Now I know that she is giving me a brush off and I don't like it one bit. It's not that I miss not having anything to do with Shelly, as I would much rather fuck her mother again. I go out of my skull everytime I think about Mrs. Ives sucking my cock.
CHAPTER FOUR - SHIP AHOY
She was a school teacher and she was going on her first cruise abroad on an ocean liner. She walked up the gangplank and the ship's steward saw her approaching. He liked what he saw and when she came on board, he checked her name off on the roster and smiled at her.
"Miss Thoren," he leaned toward her and spoke softly into her ear. "I'll be down to your state room later and see that you are made comfortable."
She smiled and nodded her head in understanding.
A half hour later there was a knock on her door. "Yes?" she asked.
"It's Otto, the steward," a voice answered.
She opened the door and let him in.
"I just wanted to see that you were comfortable," he said. "May I come in."
"I was just thinking about you," she blurted out to him. "I've known you only a half hour and you're on my mind already. It must be love," she said, trying to sound jovial.
"I was just thinking the same thing," he said, taking her swiftly into his arms and kissing her warmly, urgently, letting the strength of his body flow through her and reassure her that he really was there and that he would try his best to please her.
She returned his kiss with an urgency that matched his own and before long they fell backward onto the bed.
"Ooooooohhh, Otto," she whispered, "I'm so hot. I need a fuck so bad."
"Hush," he murmured, "someone may hear us," he added covering her own soft, red lips with his own, pushing his tongue into the warm, moist cavern between her teeth where it met in a teasing flickering play with her own.
His lips caressed the long, soft nape of her neck, biting gently as his kisses became more fervent and demanding. She wanted him to make love to her.
"Now... now... " she tried to speak, but he covered her lips again with his own mouth. His hands ran softly, quickly over her shoulders and to the firm, young swell of her tits and he massaged them gently. She could feel a fire building between her thighs and she grabbed his body to hers in urgent desire.
She could feel the hardness of his prick as it began to swell inside the material of his trousers, and her hands ran down the hardness of his thighs as they strained into her body.
"Oh, baby, I want you so badly," he moaned. "Tell me you want me too," and his voice trailed off into silence, waiting for her answer.
"Yyeeessss... " she murmured. "Oh, yesssss, Otto, I do want you!"
His hands unfastened the buttons of her blouse and his fingers massaged the supple flesh of her tits, pinching slightly at the erect, pink nipples until they stood erect beneath the brassiere.
"Wait," she said, "let me take my clothes off so they won't get wrinkled." And she got off the bed and disrobed quickly while he stood there watching her sensual young body slowly revealing itself, his breath coming fast and the bulge in his slacks becoming more and more evident.
When finally she was clad only in her sheer bikini panties, she moved back to the bed and her fingers worked urgently at the zipper of his fly, feeling the urgency and the hardness of his cock as it jerked impatiently inside its tight confines. He lay back, completely content to let her undress him, even though desire was tearing through every inch of his body. She moved quickly and tugged at the cloth until his trousers fell carelessly to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and he sat up slightly so that she could pull that too from his body. In one swift movement she pulled his tee shirt over his head and lay down beside him, her fingers reaching inside the elastic of his shorts until she could feel his marvelous manhood in her hands. She kneaded the long, thick organ vigorously, bringing it to full erection. At the same time his hands were fondling the warm, soft orbs of her buttocks and as he caressed them he let several fingers slip inside her panties to find the already moist, waiting slit of her vagina and he gently eased one finger inside the tight, smooth, fleshy channel and wiggled it teasingly as she squirmed lasciviously under his touch.
"Oooohhh," she moaned. "Ooooohhh, Otto."
"Am I hurting you," he asked hesitantly, because his own desire was already at a breaking point.
"No, no, I want you so badly, I can taste it," she answered.
He eased up on his fingering in an effort to let her relax against his hand that was fully implanted down inside her flimsy nylon panties, while she continued stroking up and down on his hardened cock with her soft, feminine fingers wrapped tightly around it. She could feel it jerk involuntarily in her hand and she wanted to feel the massive organ inside her, moving in her and out of her, making her cum of her own volition as she hadn't done all during the school year.
She pulled roughly at the cotton of his shorts until he was able to assist her with a foot and kicked them to the floor. His hands pulled desperately at the thin silk covering she wore over her loins and they fell together, flesh against flesh in urgent, burning passion and desire.
He did not wait long before he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his strong, urgent hands and eased his throbbing rod to the palpitating opening of the tiny, vulnerable slit between her legs. She could feel the pressure of the thickened knob as it probed gently at her soft, hair-lined pussy and she raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him a better angle. She wrapped her knees tightly against his ribs and pulled him closer to her with her hands digging harshly into his back.
"Yyyyesssss! Yesss!" she moaned. "Give it to me now... I want you to fuck me, darling! I want you to do it to me!" she choked out.
"Oh, baby, I love you... " he said and she could hardly believe what she had heard.
"I love you too," she answered, the passion of her body blurring the words. "It's crazy, but I do love you!"
They rocked together as though they were tied by some invisible cord, one body, one desire.
In the heat of their desire, all control was lost and, she could feel the walls of her vagina contract around the male hardness of his driving cock and she groaned out her passion, unable to hold back for even a second longer.
"Oh, yes, darling, I'm cuming! I'm cuming now! Give it to me! Juice me! Juice me! Aaaggghhh!" Her urgent pleas built his own passion to the breaking point and he began to feel his own contractions coming faster and faster as with a final spasmodic thrust of his hips, he shot his hot, liquid sperm deep into her wildly quivering body.
"I'm sorry I was so quick," he apologized breathlessly, looking at her tenderly through admiring eyes. "I could have made you cum again, I know it."
"Oh, darling," she whispered, "it was wonderful... just perfect. You make me feel so complete, so much like a woman."
He held her tenderly in his arms and kissed her cheeks and nibbled softly at her ear, but he started to move away and said, "I had better go before someone catches us, I must go to a meeting in a very short time."
They kissed and he told her that the meeting would take about two hours. After that he would be off duty and he could stay with her all night. She told him that she was looking forward to that as she would like to suck his cock. He left and she closed the door behind him. It was just five minutes later when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Message from Otto," a voice answered.
She unlocked the door and it smashed open and threw her against the wall. It was a big, heavy man. He turned and locked the door behind him.
"If you scream, I'll kill you," he hissed at her. "I heard you in here fuckin' Otto and I'm going to take some of the same."
He ripped the light robe she was wearing right off of her and then he stripped himself.
He walked towards her, his rigid prick bobbing up against his hairy stomach like a hardened stump.
She wanted to scream in fear because he seemed to be like a madman, clawing and scraping her body, panting and gasping while he enjoyed the torture he was putting her through.
Roughly, he threw her to the bed and continued his lustful pawing, dipping two fingers coarsely and deeply into her dry, tight vagina and wiggling them harshly. She started to moan in pain and humiliation as he whispered obscenities in her ear and delighted at her frightened reaction.
"Please, stop, you're hurting me," she pleaded, but her cries went unheeded.
"You're a big girl," he grunted. "You can take all I have to give you and more!"
She struggled under the weight of his body, but she was held firmly, pushed into the mattress of the bed.
She could feel the hardness of his prick as it throbbed into the softness of her thighs and searched for the tiny opening of her vaginal slit.
"Aaaaggghhhh," she gasped, as she felt the first plunge of his great weapon into her still tight, moist passage. "Ooooohhh, not so fast, please... PLEASE!"
But, he was in no mood for gentility and he pounded his hips deep into her until she thought that his mammoth, thick cock would curl up out of her throat and strangle her. His hands were roughly kneading the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts, and she could feel her skin begin to bruise on top of the painful welts that were already there.
He thrust in and out of her unmercifully and she wanted to die from the pain of his size and the thought of Otto and the good fuck he gave her earlier went through her mind.
"I'm going to flood you in a minute," he choked out. "I'm going to fill that cunt of yours so full, you'll be flooded."
His own words and her pleas excited him to the breaking point and with each new knife-like stab, he could feel his semen begin to boil in his testicles until he burst forth deep into her belly.
"Uuuuuggghhh!" he gasped, "I'm cumming, cumming, now, here it is!"
She could feel the walls of her vagina grasp his cruel, pulsing cudgel in an automatic reaction and she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt him withdraw his limp, flaccid rod from between her legs. She could feel the small, sticky trail of sperm he left across her thigh as he moved away from her.
He grunted as he rolled off of her and lay back in a sated stupor and she turned her head to the pillow and cried.
The brute moved down in the bed and while she was crying, he sucked his own cum out of her pussy. When he was satisfied, he got off the bed, dressed and left the room.
She decided that she would not wait for Otto. She hadn't unpacked yet and she wasn't going to. She was going to get off this ship. She dressed in a hurry and grabbed one suitcase. When she was on deck, she told one of the crew members to have her luggage removed from the stateroom as she had changed her mind about making the trip.
Once off the ship, she walked to the nearest taxi stand and hopped into a cab. He took her to the train station where she purchased a ticket back home. She decided that she would teach summer school. The kids that she would be teaching would be a bunch of high school seniors who had flunked a subject, but at least she could control them. And control she would. They were big boys, almost men. Some of them were already slated to go into the army. So she would give them a going away present. She would fuck them. No more abstaining during the school year and wearing out her cunt with her finger.
From now on it would be young cock. And no one would be breaking into her room and raping her either. They would come in when she wanted them to come in and they would do what she wanted. She'd get it in the ass when she wanted it in the ass. She'd eat their cocks when she wanted to eat cock. And she would always get her pussy sucked. Shit this ocean voyage idea was no good from, the beginning. She knew just the kid who would be the first one she would get to come to her house for some private tutoring. Yes...
