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JoAnn's Problem
by Old Bill (address withheld)
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A pretty young girl finds boys her age unsatisfying and
goes in search of more and better sex, and she finds
it. (MMM/f-teen, nc, rp, orgy)
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JoAnn watched Butch Wilcox saunter down the sidewalk
and hop into his Miata, obviously well satisfied with
himself, feeling strong and manly, she was sure. It was
the last time, she swore to herself, that he would ever
climb between her long legs and shove his puny cock
into her needy hole. He hadn't lasted five minutes and
had done her absolutely no good at all despite the fact
that she had moaned, groaned, writhed, kicked her feet
and cried out most lustily and then begged for more
when he had no more to give, the fag slime-ball.
"I've just got to stop fooling around with schoolboys,"
the girl thought as she dug her battery-powered
vibrator from the bottom drawer of her night table. She
lay back, slipped the long, fat Rabbit up into her
soaking slot, adjusted the device's ear to stimulate
her clit, moved the rotating beads down near the base
and then turned it on and began moving it to and fro,
feeling her delayed passion rise like a tide.
"I've got to meet some well-hung older men and get
somebody who can satisfy me." She felt herself begin to
cream, bit her lip, squeezed her vaginal muscles and
pressed the dildo deeper and upward, rocking the base
from side to side, the offset head rubbing at her G-
spot.
JoAnn whinnied like a pony when she came, stamping her
feet on the mattress and soaking her sheets as she
jerked and throbbed for nearly a minute with the big
dildo at full-speed.
She withdrew the eleven-inch-long device from her
sopping vagina and licked her juices from its bulbous
head. It never failed unlike the boys she had tried so
far this summer, none of whom had brought her off. Only
one was able to mount her twice and he was high and
worthless, the fat jerk, so proud of his six-inch
prick.
JoAnn slid her right forefinger into her gash and found
her G-spot and closed her eyes as she gently rubbed
upward with two finger-tips until she climaxed again,
circling her clit with her thumb, arching her fine body
and biting her pillow to keep from screaming in
pleasure. She pitied the girls she had heard about who
were not multi-orgasmic. When she was well rested, she
could come a half-dozen times and still be ready to
fuck.
She wiped herself dry, pulled on a pair of tiny panties
that left her buttocks completely bare and then a pair
of white short shorts that displayed the lower half of
her fine ass as well as the shape of her puffy mons.
She stood before her long mirror and grasped her full
breasts, lifting them high and then letting go and
watching them bobble and jiggle.
Her nipples were so sensitive she could sometimes bring
herself to climax by massaging or sucking them, but
Butch had barely licked her lovely little berries while
he happily humped her like a damned goat or something,
his eyes closed tightly, just pleasing himself. She
doubted he even had five inches at full extension, the
selfish turd. She grabbed a frilly top that barely hung
from her tanned shoulders and slipped it over her curly
head.
JoAnn found her red bikini, stuffed it in her nylon bag
along with a beach towel and a handful of condoms and
then headed for the country club, hoping to find an
adequate man at poolside or in the bar. Once last
summer, she recalled with a grin, as she dropped down
into the warm leather seat of her Boxster, she had
"accidentally" barged into the bar in her triangle
swimsuit, the silver one with the knotted strings, and
had hooked two young lawyers who spent the rest of the
afternoon climbing off and on her lean body, and she
was, JoAnn was absolutely sure, a lot more attractive
this year at sixteen than she had been when she still
wore braces and her jugs were barely 34s. The memory of
those two naked men and their big, stiff pricks sent a
frisson of pleasure through her vagina.
Halfway there, she noticed her gas gauge and drove into
the first service station she came to, pulling up on
the full-serve side of the pumps. A wide-shouldered
young man in a Yankees baseball hat appeared, and she
told him to fill it up as she saw his appraising
glances at her barely covered jugs the top half of
which were well out in the sunshine like a pair of ripe
melons.
He put the nozzle in and then reached in beside her
left leg, opened the hood of her Porsche and checked
the oil, slammed the hood down, washed the windshield
and took her credit card. She admired his tight ass as
he walked to the office and wondered how big his wand
was. He was, she was sure, just what she now needed,
six-foot-two and at least 200 pounds of muscle, a damn
shame he was nothing but a pump jockey.
He was back in a couple of minutes, plastic card in
hand. "Doesn't work," he said, "you got enough cash?"
"What do you mean it doesn't work? It always works.
I've got unlimited credit on that thing. Show me." She
felt her anger rising as the man smiled down at her, at
her long legs and her high-mounded knockers. At her
parents' demand, she had cut back to a single credit
card after maxing out three different ones over the
Christmas holidays.
"Pull over by the restrooms," he said, pointing, and
she squealed her tires getting there, yanked on the
hand brake and got out of her car, striding toward the
front door in her flip-flops, her big jugs jiggling in
and out of her scoop-necked top.
The office was cool and another two men were there
drinking Cokes, smoking cigarettes and chatting. The
big young man with her card put it into the machine,
swiped it through and said, "See." JoAnn looked at the
little screen. It said, "Refused."
"Got some cash?" he asked again, handing her back the
plastic but not telling her that her card would never
work again after he had run an electro-magnet over the
strip.
"What's she owe?" asked the white haired man behind the
desk, looking up over his glasses. He was balding and
looked as if he hadn't shaved this week.
"Twenty-seven bucks," said the wide-shouldered younger
man, admiring the thrust of JoAnn's 37Cs in their thin
covering, her nipples clearly defined and her belly
button bare. He felt the pleasant beginnings of
arousal.
JoAnn shook her head. "I never carry cash," she said,
looking from man to man and feeling the first surge of
nervousness. The youngest was obviously leering at her
like some sort of cretin. She blinked at the big man
who had served her and smiled. That usually melted
them.
"Maybe she can work it off," the youngster sitting off
to the side said. "Looks like a piece a'her ass might
be worth five bucks don't it?"
"Likely," said the older man. "Jimmy, why don' you go
on an' show me them tits? I'll give you an estimate."
The big man grabbed the bottom of her lime-green top
with both hands and stripped it off over her head and
dropped it on the desk. Startled, JoAnn squealed,
feeling her excited nipples throb.
"Whooee," said the freckle-faced boy, setting down his
half finished Coke and rubbing his hands together.
"Look at them jugs!" He stood up quickly and grasped
Joann's big breasts with both hands and squeezed, her
nipples quickly hard in his calloused palms. "Damn
nice," he judged as he bent to take her right nipple
into his mouth and bite down hard.
Everything had happened so fast that JoAnn could barely
pull her breast free of his mouth and take a swing at
him before both her arms were pinned behind her and her
full breasts thrust out toward the smiling boy who
licked his lips and grinned at her. He flicked a nipple
with his finger, and the girl squealed, now really
frightened.
"We ain' gonna hurt you, honey," said the big man
holding her from behind. "Just calm down. You gonna go
first, Pa?" He clamped her wrists with one hand and
pawed her right breast with the other, petting it
gently, lifting as if he were weighing it.
"You bet," said the white haired man, getting to his
feet and coming around his littered desk, his big belly
hanging over his belt. "Reckon we can do her right
here?"
"Might as well. Business's slow and Junior can take
care of anybody that needs help, can't you, boy?"
"Shit," the youngster said, twisting the girl's left
nipple as grinning at her grimace, "I never get nothing
but sloppy seconds."
"Take off your shorts, miss," said the older man, "and
get ready for a treat." He pulled down his zipper and
licked his lips.
She spat at him and he hit her in the belly with his
left fist, a short, hard blow that knocked the wind
from her and bent her double, squealing and gasping.
"Rip `em off her, Jim," said the man as he fished his
big cock out of his jeans and stroked it firmly;
stretching it out and then peeling back the foreskin
and revealing its fat head which was bigger than a golf
ball.
"Don't," JoAnn whimpered as the man behind her held her
wrists firmly and pulled down her shorts and tiny thong
with the other hand. "Please don't," she begged as he
kicked her clothes off her feet and pressed her face
down on the cluttered desk, her curly head right beside
the heavy change-maker. He pushed her feet wider apart,
his hand flat on the small of her back.
"Good looking ass, Pa," said the man as he caressed the
girl's buttocks and fingered her wiggling slit. "You
gonna do both holes?"
"Which one you want?" the man asked, setting his now-
rigid prick at the girl's tiny anus and probing gently.
"Need some grease?" his younger son asked.
"Nah," said the man, "spit'll do the job," and he
dribbled a mouth full of saliva down JoAnn's ass crack,
bathed the head of his cock in it and then sodomized
her with a single, half-foot thrust. She gasped. His
zipper began pulling pubic hair and tearing at her
flesh as he banged her still deeper with his second
thrust. He grunted and rammed again, grunting loudly.
JoAnn arched and screamed. She had been ass-fucked a
few times as an adolescent, before she gave her cherry
to a Marine Corps cousin, but she had never felt
anything like this old man's long, thick, hard pole
that ripped her back-passage open and seemed to be
pressing up between her lungs.
"By damn, but she's tight," he said, holding JoAnn's
buttocks firmly, "You a virgin girl?"
JoAnn whimpered and shook her head. If she could have
gotten her hand down between her legs, she would have
done so, but her hips and belly were pressed hard
against the edge of the metal desk. She squeezed and
felt the pleasure surge so she squeezed again as her
rapist pulled back.
"Hot damn, that's the way, young'un. Didn't think you
was cherry, way you was dressed, so here we go." And he
started sawing and grunting with the zipper's teeth
still ripping at her. The girl glanced up at the big
clock behind his desk and gritted her teeth, holding
back of groan of pleasure, not wanted these jerks to
know she was enjoying the rape. His strokes were slow
and deep and he held each one fully extended until his
prick jerked and flexed in her before he pulled it back
to thrust again.
JoAnn shuddered and writhed, whimpering. The man who
had stripped off her top, moved in front of her, lifted
her chin and put the fat head of his big prick in her
slack mouth. She hardly noticed because the sodomy was
so continuously painful and because she was close to
coming, her clit and labia rubbing on the desk top.
Overloaded, JoAnn's mind went elsewhere while her
tongue continued to lap at the big intruder that seemed
determined to enter her throat.
The bell signaling a customer rang and JoAnn lifted her
head and saw that the man behind her had been ramming
into her for nearly ten minutes, now smacking them
together at about once a second, his fingers buried in
her butt. She could hear him exhaling.
"First class piece," said the man, shifting his grip up
to her young breasts, yanking her back toward him and
feeling his balls churning as he squeezed out her
nipples. "Damn if I'm not about to come," he snorted.
"Bout time," said his older son with a smile. He was
standing at the other side of the desk with his big
cock in the girl's ovaled mouth, just letting her lick
away and holding himself back for using her pussy. He
only had a couple of inches in her mouth but the girl
could see he had a lot more to use, more than she had
ever seen. In the last few seconds, as she neared
another climax, the girl had become aware of the size
of the piece of male meat in her mouth.
It felt like one of those big submarine sandwiches she
had enjoyed at the beach last year, the week when she
had eight boys and three men in a big RV. It was huge,
both hot and huge, the head hard ridged and she was
glad she had not tried to swallow it.
"Oh damn," cried the older man, arching his back and
firing his cum into the girl, three good shots of hot
jism. "Shit!" he said. "I got to have some more
a'this." He thrust again.
"Come on, Paw," said the man with half his stiff prick
in her mouth, "give it a rest."
"OK, OK, you're always so impatient. She can clean me
off while you put a baby in her. Go to it, Jimmy."
"No, please," JoAnn begged, trying to twist free.
"Enough. Please let me go. I won't tell." She felt her
vagina leaking and knew she was ready, eager for what
came next as he pulled his long, think prick out of her
sucking lips and smacked her face with it.
"Honey," said the smiling older man, stepping around
his desk and putting his spent and sticky cock in her
mouth, "we're just getting started. Time we're done,
ain't likely you're gonna be able to talk to nobody or
walk straight neither."
"Shit, Pa, don't scare her like that." He dropped his
khakis and boxers to the floor and stroked his immense
member, the pride of his family. Junior, his younger
brother, now had a good seven inches and was still
growing, and his father had nearly eight on a good day,
a very thick eight, but Jim's was a full-fledged nine
and, he sometimes claimed, as big around as a beer can.
He had been married twice already at the age of twenty-
five and both wives had run off after a few months of
his strenuous attentions. He hadn't bothered with a
divorce since he wasn't really married to either. Most
of the women who knew him, now avoided him.
JoAnn felt the immense head of his mighty weapon at her
pouting little pussy and bit her lower lip, both
excited and fearful. This is what I wanted, she said to
herself, as he began to spread her open, a real man,
but once he had an inch or two of his blood-hot ram
into her she knew she was in trouble and in for some
real stretching. She could feel things tearing and
pulling apart as Jim's fierce member moved deeper and
deeper into her, inch by monstrous inch, parting the
walls of her clinging vagina and tearing apart
membranes and tissues, its hard-rimmed head rubbing
across her G-spot and leaving it bleeding.
She squealed when she felt her cervix give and then
part and then the big rod entered her womb, another
first, as the man's belly and balls banged into her and
his big hands grasped her shoulders. She sobbed and
beat on the desk top, as Jim's father tried to slip his
growing cock down her throat. He had already taken his
little blue pill so he could keep up with his boys.
Junior came in and watched his brother in awe and pride
as he pulled the girl's pussy lips outward and then
folded them inward with the deep thrusts of his mighty
piston. Junior was sure his brother's cock was at least
as big as a pump nozzle and probably a bit longer,
curved in much the same way however. He wondered if he
could get a gas nozzle into a girl sometime, just for
fun.
"Give it to her, Jim," he cried, slapping his brother's
wide back. Jim was now making a hip thrust every five
seconds, counting them off as held his wide cock deep
and flexed it time after time, bulging out her belly
with his ram. Blood was running from JoAnn's vagina and
splatting the tiled floor. And she was sobbing and
gasping, feeling both pleasure and pain but mainly
pain, whimpering like a child. Crying, when she could
gasp out words, "Stop, stop, stop."
"Ah, ah, ah," Jim grunted as he began to find a rhythm
he liked, about marching pace, 120 a minute. He watched
his father holding girl's head and fucking her face,
proud of his old man and what he could still do with a
female. He could not remember how many women they had
enjoyed together in the last five or six years, since
he got out of jail.
On and on Jim humped as JoAnn's young cunt quivered
about his tool. His father sat back down in his swivel
chair, his spent cock in his hand, and watched as the
girl's lean body came right up off the desk with each
of Jim's long thrusts. She was gasping and shaking,
drooling and sobbing as his big son ripped into her,
looking very pleased and happy as he did so. The girl,
on the other hand, looked shocked, as if she had seen a
ghost and she was whimpering and drooling. She had been
sexually active since she was thirteen, but she had
never been served like this and she was scared.
"Pretty soon," Jim told his brother, "I can feel the
lava churning in my balls. I'm real deep in this cunt."
"Don't, don't, oh god," JoAnn managed to say as she
felt his huge cock swell and then explode in her,
firing rope after rope of his thick cum into her uterus
and vagina as he pulled out and poked deeply into her
ass to deposit his last load with a shiver of joy.
"Damn good, girl," Jim said, as he pulled out of her
steaming anus. He slapped her buttocks and handed her
over to his younger brother who was eager for action.
The boy was ready, his cock pointing upward as he
pulled the sobbing girl down on it while he sat on his
usual chair. JoAnn arched up and Junior buried his face
between her lovely breasts, licking and nibbling left
and right as he rammed and rammed into her snug but
soggy vagina, seeking friction and comfort in his
brother's slimy spunk.
"Slow down, boy," his father urged as he watched his
youngest son bounce the girl on his lap, her arms
flapping as if she was a rag doll. Junior sucked and
licked both breasts and was sinking his teeth into her
left tit when he ejaculated, crying out in pleasure.
Jim pulled JoAnn off the smiling boy and sat her down
on his father's prick, her back him, his pole buried in
her agonized pussy. "Thank y'Jim," said the man,
grasping JoAnn's breasts and making very small and
rapid thrusts up into her, what he thought of as rabbit
fucking. He could do it all night when he was well
rested. "Damn if she ain' still tight. You're losing
your touch, Jimbo."
Jim and his brother doctored their cokes with some
white lightning and sat and watched as their father
horsed the girl, amazed by the way her tits began to
move around in circles as she sat bouncing on the old
man's lap.
"You still got that air mattress in your truck?" Jim
asked as JoAnn began to whimper again, her eyes closed
and mouth open. He wondered if she wasn't starting to
enjoy herself.
The boy nodded and went to fetch it.
By the time he got back, Jim had the limp girl in his
arms with a finger buried in her asshole. "She passed
out on Pa," he said. "Put that thing out there between
the lifts."
Junior plugged the air mattress in and inflated it
after his brother laid the unconscious girl down, her
slit oozing gobs of semen.
"Get your camera, boy," Jim said as she stripped off
his shirt. "I'm gonna do ten positions in ten minutes
and I want it on tape with this pretty little bitch
here." Junior ran back to his truck while Jim pulled up
the girl's head and poured some 120 proof alcohol into
her, undiluted moonshine.
JoAnn sputtered and looked at the big, naked man
holding her, his sharply defined muscles a product of
his prison time for raping a twelve-year-old who had
actually given her consent. "Oh please," she sobbed,
putting an arm about his neck and pulling his mouth to
hers. She kissed him gently and then said again,
"Please, please, no more." She tried not to look at his
huge penis, which jumped about like a caged animal.
"Honey," Jim said, as he pulled her face back to his,
"were just getting started." He kissed her deeply and
ran his tongue down her throat. "Ready?" he said to his
brother. "I'll count and you try to hold steady, hear?"
He started with JoAnn on her back and did a series of
different leg positions before he hoisted her up on his
thighs and then turned on her on head, folding her
nearly double before he was taking her from behind,
ending up standing over her buttocks, his knees bent as
he fucked hard and deeply into the girl's battered
vagina, having given her nearly a thousand thrusts in
about ten minutes. He pulled loose, turned her over
with his foot and then squatted on her body and tit
fucked her until he came and sprayed her face and hair.
Junior hosed her off and then mounted her missionary
style and enjoyed himself for nearly a half-hour. Then
they sent him out for some chicken and, after a bit of
rest, they humped the girl while they ate their fried
chicken and wiped their greasy fingers on her hips and
thighs. They even gave her a drumstick after they
rolled her over and got her up on her knees.
Three hours later, with the moon up and the men tired,
cock sore and ready to head for home, JoAnn found
herself kneeling before the white-haired man, her back
pressed against the metal edge of his desk drawer,
still quite naked.
"Now listen, gal," he said to her, "you've some choices
to make. You can go home with Jim and be wife number
three for him. I think he'd like that. Shoot, he must
have fucked you two dozen times. Or, we can cut your
throat and bury you out back where we throw the trash.
Likely animals would come along later and haul your
body off, but they'd scatter your bones so it don't
matter none. Lot's a'critters out this way. Or, let's
see, you can come to work for me, pump gas and fuck the
customers; pay's five an hour. What do you say?"
He pulled his spent cock from her mouth and zipped up
his worn pants.
"I want to go home," JoAnn said quietly, wiping her
lips on the back of her hand. "Please let me go home."
"What do you think, Jimbo?" he asked.
The big man sniffed. "Shoot her." He chuckled when he
saw her horrified face and smiled to show he wasn't
serious.
"Junior?"
"Can't we keep her? She's awful good."
The older man rubbed his snubbled jaw. "Go home girl.
If you need medical help, I'm sorry, but I'm sure you
can make up some sort of story. You'll probably stop
bleeding directly. Might want to get one of them Pal B
pills. Anybody comes looking for me `bout this bit
a'fun, one of my boys is going to come for you. We know
where you live. Understand?" He waved her driver's
license at her.
JoAnn nodded. "Thank you," she managed to croak.
On wobbly legs the girl pulled on her clothes, went out
to her car, buckled herself in, and got back out on the
highway, trembling. She tried to think how many times
she had come but really couldn't imagine the number. I
wonder, she thought, as she shifted down to fifth, I
wonder if I could tame that bunch so we could fuck for
fun. All three of them were better equipped than any
man she had enjoyed and all three knew how to do it as
well.
Maybe, just maybe, she thought she had had the solution
to her problem.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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