Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In MOTHER IN BONDAGE, Janice Weathers finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Janice suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"But don't you want to keep your job, Mrs. Weathers?"
Janice backed away, brushing several strands of her long blonde hair from her eyes as she fumbled with the torn section of her dress. She stumbled, one hand jerking back for balance. Her eyes were wide, focused on the tall, thickly-built, handsome young man standing spread-legged in front of her.
"Yes . . . of . . . of course, but not . . . not his way," she stammered.
Her boss had turned out to be a sex maniac! Why she'd come to his apartment this late, Janice didn't know. Jack Browning had told her he had more documents to take care of concerning his recent important-export relationship with Saudi Arabia. Mr. Browning's request sounded reasonable. Certainly Mr. Browning had never given Janice cause to think he had anything on his mind except work. Young, energetic, he would work extra hours at the office cementing deals with reluctant foreign businessmen.
Janice admired him as she bustled behind her desk. She was surprised he'd even noticed her. While she typed and filed, he was constantly on the phone or rushing out of the office for one business meeting or another. That was why the attractive blonde was surprised when he invited her over for more work.
"It's the way to stay ahead," Jack said, shrugging and smiling at her.
He had wasted little time. Janice had barely slipped her coat off before she felt a pair of hands circle her waist, drawing her close. He started kissing her throat! Panicked, Janice wheeled about and managed to slip away. There had been a brief struggle where Jack had torn the top of her dress. Now Janice was backing away, seeing the kind of lust she'd feared all her life glowing in his eyes.
"Stay away from me . . . stay away from me or I'll . . . "
"Or you'll what?"
Jack snorted out a laugh. He advanced, leaning against the back of the couch, rubbing his crotch against the soft material.
"I've been watchin' you," he said, his voice thick and raspy. "I don't know why, but I'll bet you haven't had a hot cock in you for years."
His words sent shivers up and down her spine. How could he know? How did he know she'd been without a man for nearly ten years? After her husband Mark had been killed in that robbery Janice could never bring herself to be with another man. Instead she'd devoted her life to raising her daughter Emily.
"Now I'm gonna change all that. Baby, when I'm through with you, you won't be able to live without a man's dick sawing through your cunt," Jack added, pushing the sofa aside and lunging toward her.
Janice screamed, still holding the torn section of her dress with one hand while side-stepping to the right and avoiding the big man's grab. She stumbled, lost her balance, then regained it. She bumped an end table with one thigh, sending a tall
Indian-style lamp shattering to the floor. She heard Jack cursing, his feet crunching over the scattered, broken porcelain as he pursued her.
"Get away from me!" she shouted, her fingers curling around the doorknob.
Janice pulled frantically, rattling the door to no avail. He'd bolted it somehow, making it impossible for her to open it. She could almost feel his breath down her neck as she ran to one side, her chest and throat tightening as fear knifed through her.
"I don't like my sex easy," he said, his back pressed against the door.
Reaching up, Jack brushed his long black hair from his eyes and flashed a smile at Janice. How she wished she could get her hands on something and strike him! Janice hated him for what he was doing to her-for arousing emotions in her that she thought were long-dead. She shouldn't be feeling excitement down there between her legs. A man was pursuing her against her will, chasing her through his apartment, tearing off her clothes! And yet she was feeling all warm and moist and tight. While she crouched like a cornered rat, Janice felt her body betraying her. Her nipples were growing hard, scratching against the stiff material of her bra. Sweat oozed from every pore, s making her dress stick uncomfortably to her flesh. Her cuntlips curled and actually shivered as her clit grew hard. Juice seeped from her hole, wetting the crotch panel of her nylon panties. She stood there trembling, shaking with lust and fear.
"Come on, Jan, come on. Don't play games with me. I'm getting tired of it."
He was curling his fingers, beckoning her to come. His voice was almost purring, making her body shiver with chills. He was staring at her the way Mark used to before he took her to bed. Her pussy spasmed.
"And, if you cooperate, you could climb up the company ladder. That'd give you more than enough money to support yourself and your kid," Jack said, unbuttoning his shirt.
Janice's eyes swept over his crotch. His pants revealed a thick roll of meat between his legs. For a second she wondered how that thing would feel between her legs. No, no! She shook her head violently, trying to drive those thoughts from her mind. Yet, those same thoughts had been torturing her for the past few months. Cocks, dicks, fucking. Why should she be thinking about these terrible things when she had a daughter to raise, a daughter who was becoming more and more difficult to discipline with each passing day?
"Just let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone about this!"
Jack was circling around the other end table, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm tired of this, baby. Come on, get those damned clothes off," Jack said impatiently.
"No!" she shouted.
Jack lunged again, this time managing to grab her by the wrist. She winced, her knees bending as the big man twisted her arm. Her elbow bowed out, pain radiating up her arm to her shoulder. Janice's eyes widened, her jaw slackening. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. The woman slowly fell to the floor.
"Oooooooo!"
Janice managed to let out a long moan just as her knees touched the carpeting. He had her right hand bent all the way back. She heard him chuckling, actually laughing at her distress. Shaking the hair from her eyes, the woman let out a groan of disgust, trying to wrench herself free from the painful grip.
"Go ahead. The more you move, the more you're gonna suffer," Jack whispered.
It was true. She managed to remain quiet, closing her eyes and fighting down the terror rising in her throat like bile.
"Better," Jack said, loosening his grip on Janice and backing away.
The woman drew her hand quickly to her lap, massaging her injured wrist and looking up at him quizzically. She inched back, tucking her legs under her ass, holding her hands tightly against her waist as she cowered against the back of a chair.
"Don't . . . just don't . . . hurt me," she pleaded.
There was nowhere to run. The doors were locked, and they were twenty-three stories above Sunset Boulevard. As desperately as Janice wanted to escape from here, she knew she couldn't leap through the plate-glass window.
"Nowhere to go, eh, baby?"
Jack bent down, hauling her up. His grip made Janice scream and once again try to escape. Jack cursed then clamped his other hand over her mouth. He pressed the palm of his hand so tightly against her lips that it felt as if he'd force her teeth to cut them. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed back. She stumbled, fighting the big man desperately. He dragged her. Her heels and back touched something. He'd shoved her up against a wall. There was some fumbling. Janice heard a tearing sound. Oh God, he was unzipping his pants! When she was able to look down, the woman could see Jack had tugged down his pants. He was naked from the waist down, his dress shirt opened all the way. Sticking out from between his long, tanned legs was an eight-inch cunt-splitter. Janice's eyes widened, her heart pounding like a trip hammer.
"Take a good look at my cock, Jan. I'm going to stick my cock inside you. Man, it's gonna feel good having that thing spreading you open. Bet you haven't had something like that inside you for a long time. Well, it's gonna make you feel good. Fight me and I'll piss inside you as well," Jack added.
His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling on the strands, causing an excruciating pain to shoot through her scalp as he pulled out some hairs. Janice choked and gagged, twisted in his grip. But the hand was clamped over her mouth, his body pressing against hers.
Opening her eyes again, the woman stared with terror into Jack's eyes. He was determined to fuck her, to rape her brutally. There was something animal about him, something that had attracted her to him before and was now exciting her even though she should have been concerned about her safety. Janice tried not to think about her pussy, about the beating, throbbing heat making her clit curl and twitch. Juice seeped from her hole even more than before, wetting down the elastic leg bands of her panties, trickling down her white, shivering legs.
She silently prayed. But even as she prayed, Janice knew it would do her no good. It was going to happen. For the first time in ten years she was going to get fucked. Once more the woman tried screaming. But Jack's hand clamped more tightly over her mouth. She thought she was about to pass out. Her knees grew weak.
"Better, better," Jack whispered in her ear, feeling her relax somewhat. "Yeah, I'm gonna give you a reward for being such a nice girl. I'm going to give you something nice and hard. You're gonna love it, baby."
Janice felt a damp stickiness forming between them as he pressed himself solidly against her body. The sweat seeped through his opened shin onto her blouse.
"Now for a good, long fuckin', " Jack whispered, still holding his hand over her mouth while dragging her away from the wall and toward the darkened doorway behind him. "And don't try anything funny. We're gonna have ourselves a good time."
Janice moved like a zombie, afraid to make a move for fear of getting hurt. She shuffled her feet, moving through the long hallway past several bathrooms to a door at the end. She saw Jack reaching into the darkness, heard a clicking, then saw the door opening. He tightened his grip just for a second, jerking her into the room, then spinning her around before letting go.
The woman's long blonde hair whipped across her face, making it nearly impossible for her to see. Janice stumbled, grunting as she struck a dresser, then staggered sideways until her legs brushed up against the king-sized bed. She tumbled to the floor. Brushing back her hair, she stared up and saw the big man locking the door.
It was an interesting room. The drapes were drawn, blocking out the outside world. The walls, done in black felt wallpaper, added a threatening tone. What was particularly noticeable was the lack of furniture in the room. Except for the dresser, bed, and two chairs on either side of it, the bedroom had very little furniture. Several well-polished mahogany trunks lay next to one another on the left side of the dresser, looking a little out of place. With the dim light and low ceiling, the bedroom reminded Janice of a well-furnished prison interrogation room. She leaned against the mattress, clutching the coverlet, wondering what her boss had in store for her.
"You look uncomfortable," he said, stepping out of his lowered trousers, then shrugging his shirt off. He was completely naked now, looking like a Greek God.
"Let me go," she hissed.
Jack didn't even bother laughing this time. He marched forward, his fat cock swinging like an elephant's trunk. He stopped, his purplish cockhead only inches away from her lips. For a moment Janice thought he was going to make her suck it. She'd done that several times for her husband. Oh, how that had excited Mark, made his dick come alive between her lips. And how Janice enjoyed feeling her husband's cock grow stiffer and harder in her mouth, throbbing against her cheeks while she toyed with his balls, feeling his dick hairs tickling her fingers.
"Up on the bed."
When Janice refused, he scooped her up, tossing her on the mattress. In a flash he was on top of her, his hands holding her wrists pinned against the mattress, his knees shoving hers apart. His cock slid back and forth between her legs. Her dress was wadded up around her waist.
"Stop, stop!"
She snapped her head from side to side, her eyes closed, her mouth drawn tight, her forehead wrinkled as Janice tried to draw her legs together again. It was impossible! He was starting to strip her, tearing at her dress, shredding it at the top while tugging at the zipper. There were ripping sounds as he reduced her expensive garment to rags.
"Tits. Nice, big tits," he muttered, putting both hands on her bra cups.
Janice struggled wildly, trying to get her hands free now that he'd moved his hands to her tits. She pounded her fists into his face, tried scratching his eyes out. It was useless. Jack laughed at her attempts, then grew serious as he squeezed her tits through the bra cups.
Janice groaned, throwing her head back, the chords in her neck sticking out. She dropped her arms, digging her nails into the coverlet while Jack spread her legs farther apart. There was another tearing sound. He'd torn her bra in two, shoving the cups to one side and gazing down at her naked tits.
"I've been staring at these tits ever since you came to work. They're better 'n I thought they'd be," he whispered.
Jack lowered his head, dropping his mouth to one of her stiff-tipped mounds. Janice felt hot flashes of delight shoot through her pussy and clit.
He was tonguing her nipples, letting his front teeth graze her dark red areolas while his fingers dug into the resilient flesh of her tits. His hair brushed over her throat while his dick kept pushing at the nylon crotch panel still covering her pussy. Soon it was damp with his pre-cum and her juice. "Ahhhhh!"
Jack pulled away from one tit, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, then he moved to her other tit and sucked just as hard while kneading her tits with his long fingers.
"Now, let's see that damned cunt of yours," he whispered hotly.
Janice felt his strong hard fingers sliding down, down toward her pussy. He was tracing the curves of her body, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven. She shivered, her shoulders wallowing against the mattress. He reached inside her panties. The woman pushed her ass deep into the bed to keep her briefs on. There was an experimental tug followed by some cursing. The panties held firmly. Then the woman felt Jack's fingers curl into a fist and pull down. Her panties ripped open, exposing her pussy.
"Oh!"
It was the first time in such a long while that a man had seen her completely naked! In a moment she felt his hands working between her legs, milking her cunt-lips together, until creamy foam started oozing out and slicking down his fingers.
"It's oh . . . oh, soooooo . . . "
Janice was ashamed to say anything. She was creaming right in front of this man! Shame flashed over her body as she turned her face away.
CHAPTER TWO
"Pussy," Jack whispered, rubbing her cunt-lips together with sure, tight strokes.
Janice couldn't fight him any more than she could fight herself. Rocking her body from side to side, arching her back, feeling her ass push up to that beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs, the blonde felt herself spinning out of control. The room was rocking back and forth as she sucked in air. Shuddering, the woman waited for something more intense to happen, something that would make her beg for dick even more than she was begging now. "Ohhhhhhh . . . "
Was she being held against her will? One part of her still told her to fight back, to scratch with all her might. But could she find the strength? Her will seemed to evaporate the moment he touched her tits, the second he massaged her labia, working them against her sputtering clit until she couldn't think of anything except that dick sliding back and forth over her belly. Her legs moved over the silken bedspread, her buttocks dancing over the mattress.
"Better, better," Jack sighed, obviously reluctant to get up.
Suddenly he slid off the bed and pressed his knees against the side. Janice rolled her head to one side, staring heavy-lidded at that fat, long, thickly-veined cock jerking and twitching so close to her. She saw drops of pre-cum oozing out of the piss-slit, greasing down the purplish head. She wanted that thing so badly! Snapping her legs together, Janice moved them back and forth, feeling the subtle friction of her slick cuntal walls, drinking in that teasing sensation, wishing Jack would come back to bed and finish off what he'd started.
Instead he smiled strangely, turning and walking toward one of the chests. Janice saw him bending over, fishing through what sounded like a lot of metallic junk. He came back with several pieces of half-inch line and set of wristcuffs. Quickly he drew her hands together, slipping the cuffs on her wrists, then snapping them shut. Jack drew her hands back, fastening the cuffs securely to the decorative posts of his Mediterranean-style headboard. Janice moaned, rolling her eyes back. Tugging at the knot, Jack grunted in satisfaction. He reached down and grabbed Janice's ankles, pulling her down on the bed until her arms were stretched taut.
"Wh-what?"
The big man looped one piece of line over her left ankle, fastening it with a double-hitch. Then he drew the free end down over the bed's edge, securing the rope to one of the legs of the bed. Repeating this with her right leg, Jack finally bound the panting blonde woman to his bed. Her ankles were just barely over the edge of the mattress.
"Now it's playtime," he said, going back to the chest.
Janice stared as the big man came back with a strange assortment of different objects. They all looked like grotesque earrings. But the screws seemed much too large. His fingers trembled.
Janice shivered, tugging at the cuffs, feeling the cold metal digging into her wrists. She was terrified. Before, she could fight back, but now there was nothing she could do. He could flay her, and all she could have done was scream for mercy.
He moved to the bed, tugging her thighs apart. Janice closed her eyes and twisted her face away, unable to look at what he was doing.
"Ohhhhh!"
Jack took her right cunt lip and pulled it away from the juicy center of her slot. She felt his jagged fingernails brushing over her slick pussy flesh. Involuntarily her pussy muscles cramped, snapping shut, tugging at Jack's fingers. He smiled, caressing her slick membranes, then he went back to his business. In a moment Jack had her cunt-lip trapped in the screw and was pulling on it.
"Great!" Jack smiled as he watched Janice grit her teeth in shame and pain.
"Oh no! No!"
Janice felt him taking the other cunt lip and screwed the awful ring onto it. Her labia were so far apart now.
Then Jack knelt between her spread legs, resting his thumbs against her fleshy thighs while he dropped his head and began licking at the dark red pussymeat so readily exposed now.
Janice groaned, arching her back as much as she could. His tongue was driving her crazy. He lapped up and down, touching all the slick, secret folds and hollows of her pussy. At times he drew his tongue up to her clit, touching the base of that tiny sex spindle, then caressing it along the sides before licking its rounded top. It was then that Janice thought she was going to piss from excitement. The sensation of being tied up, the feel of those cuffs chafing her wrists while those metallic screws kept tugging at her pussylips-it was all too maddening!
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrrr!"
She was grunting like a bitch in rut. Jack went back to the chest and returned, kneeling by her side, attaching some heavy rings to her nipples. They screwed down the same way as the rings on her cuntlips. Janice clenched her teeth, digging her fingernails into her palms. She refused to scream at this point. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She wouldn't.
"Yeah, just the way I dig it," Jack said, stepping back and admiring his work.
Next the young man took some cord and examined it, moving his eyes from the plastic rope to her legs, then back to the cord.
"Yes, I think I'm going to change plans," he said, bending down and untying the rope from her right ankle.
Janice sighed with relief. But her reprieve was a short one. Letting the line drop, the big man grabbed her ankle, pushing it back, bending her knee until the woman's foot was even with her thigh. Janice grunted, arching her back slightly and rocking to the left to make that awkward position somewhat easier on her muscles.
Humming, Jack bound the ankle to her thigh, securing it with a square knot. Moving quickly around to the other side of the bed, he did the same with her left ankle and thigh, smiling more broadly when Janice finally broke her silence and let out a series of choked, sobbing moans.
"Stop it!"
He was going to cripple her! Her spine was curling, threatening to snap in that horrible position. She threw back her head, opening her mouth and letting out a series of gasping moans while tugging furiously at the ropes binding her wrists to the headboard. The coverlet was getting wetter from her sweat and cunt-juice. It wrinkled under her sliding buttocks as Jack finished with her ankles.
"Now for the finale," he said. He grabbed the loose end of one rope, ran it under the bed, then tied it to the other loose end, thus preventing her from snapping her knees and thighs together.
"Ohhhhh," Janice cried, jerking her head up and seeing how wide open she was. Her thigh and leg muscles cramped, feeling as if someone were running hot needles through them. She looked with wide eyes at the big stud working his fingers greedily over his fat hunk of cockmeat.
"Yeah, now we're going to have some fun," he said.
"What are you going to do to me?" Janice asked.
Jack grabbed his trousers, drawing his belt from the pant loops. He doubled it, snapping the looped end lightly against his thighs while staring at her spread-open pussy. Reaching down, Jack slid his fingers back and forth over her thighs, sucking in his lower lip and biting down in excitement. She was so helpless, so lovely lying there, her legs pulled back in that terribly awkward position. He savored the moment.
"Man, man . . . "he sighed.
Before she knew it, Jack had brought the belt down hard between her thighs, the doubled end striking her clit.
"AIYEEEEEEEE!"
Janice felt her throat ripping as she shrieked again and again. Her body arched like a bridge, her head sinking into the pillow while her hair splashed wildly over her reddened face. At the first shock of agony, the woman tried snapping her legs together. But the ropes prevented her from doing so. All she could do was shiver and writhe against her bonds. Soon the throbbing ache died away. "Did that feel good?"
Janice turned her face away, closing her eyes. She heard the belt whistling through the air again. Janice tensed, waiting for the cutting blow.
It came all too soon. This time it chewed the flesh of her thigh. The pulling screws attached to her cuntlips intensified. Her buttocks tensed, shot up, then danced frantically along the mattress. She wanted to move, to jerk her body away from the belt. But the ropes still held firm. She was unable to move away, to escape from the punishing belt.
Jack drew his hand back up again, whipping the belt down again and again. He avoided striking her pussy directly this time, concentrating on her thighs.
"Bitch, stupid little cunt," Jack muttered.
Janice wasn't sure what kind of game Jack was playing. But obviously her boss was working something out in his mind. She was the focus of all this aggression, the unfortunate target that was being beaten within an inch of her life!
"AHIEEGHHHH!"
The woman screamed each time the belt crashed down against her flesh. She twisted and jerked, making the headboard bang so hard against the wall that the plaster cracked in four places. Jack was laughing, bringing the belt down now on her soft, flat belly.
"No! Nooooooo!"
He was raising red welts on her flesh. Janice tossed her head from side to side, whimpering, breathing through her flared nostrils as she desperately sought for some way to escape this terror. She stared at her bonds, wishing she could burn them with her tortured gaze.
"ARRGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Fires of hell ranged through the young man. She wanted to beg for mercy. But she knew it would do no good. He was probably used to young women begging for help, pleading with him to stop. Perhaps that even fueled his desires.
"UGHHHHHH!"
Something strange was happening to her, something Janice couldn't come to terms with just yet. There was pain each time the belt chewed into her flesh, but there was another feeling too. Each time the belt came down between her thighs, she felt a strange kind of thrill while the pain seemed more and more deadened.
"Fuck!" Jack cried.
He used the doubled belt on her nipples, hitting them as they remained screwed tightly, clamped by that device he'd used earlier.
"UGHHHHHHH! STOP IT!"
Janice was twisting and jerking like a speared fish, her body tormented almost beyond endurance. The blows crisscrossed her body now, some of them landing on her cuntlips and making her tits jiggle from the force of the blows. Others landed dangerously close to her face, slicing into her upper chest. The young woman struggled for breath, her eyes never leaving that fat, thickly-veined cock wiggling inches from her face.
"Beg for my cock, baby," Jack muttered, holding the belt threateningly over his head.
"No, no, never!" Janice screamed back.
"Fuckin' cunt," he muttered, throwing the belt to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, his fingers digging into her bruised flesh while his knees pressed against her inner thighs. There was nothing Janice could do to stop him.
"AHHHHHH!"
Jack tangled his fingers in her hair, yanking at the strands while his lips slid up her throat, sucking at her flesh. Janice shivered in revulsion when his mouth found hers. He bit down hard, almost drawing blood as he chewed on her lips.
"You're sick, disgusting!" she cried out, feeling the pressure build in her pussy.
"You haven't had enough, Jan," Jack said, smirking down at her.
He brought the flat of his hand against her right cheek, then backhanded her. Janice felt the heat of his slaps, the sting of those fingers crashing against her flesh, the force of those blows making her head spin around and around. But there was no pain connected with them in the sense that she'd felt pain earlier. No, something else, something stronger than pain was coursing through her veins, making her pussy hot and clenching. The former Fires of hell now turned to licking flames of delight. Janice moaned, squirming on the bed, her sweaty buttocks wrinkling the coverlet.
"Wanna be fucked like a wild woman, eh?" Jack whispered, pulling her hair back with both hands while tonguing her mouth.
Janice groaned back an answer, her eyelids fluttering from the pain in her scalp.
"All right, baby, you asked for it."
Janice squirmed and strained under his caressing fingers as he drilled his tongue into her mouth. She fought him with her own tongue, fencing, battling, as spittle dribbled down her chin. Her nostrils flared, drawing in much needed oxygen. Once or twice she tried to bite him. But Jack was quick, anticipating her every move. Slowly, gradually she accepted him, even welcomed his tongue. She sucked hard on his tongue, groaning, eventually loving what was happening to her.
Janice moaned again, feeling his hand slip under her and squeeze her buttocks. The pressure of his fingers digging into the fleshy globes of her ass fired up her emotions. She groaned into his mouth, begging for more intense feelings, sensations that would satisfy the throbbing pressure in her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Janice tasted his saliva oozing down her throat. She loved the sensation, loved everything going on now. Her body instinctively knew about pain and pleasure, revulsion and delight, knew how closely connected the opposites were. Feeling his hot breath blowing in her nostrils, Janice thought about more abuse, about how much more Jack could torment her.
"Fuck!" Jack muttered.
The pressure of the screws on her cuntlips and nipples made her clit vibrate faster, harder. She wanted a big cock inside her, one that would stretch her pussy to the limits. She thought briefly of her husband Mark and his fat dick. With a shudder, she remembered how it felt when he slipped that thing into her furry wet hole. Would it be the same? Janice knew it would be better!
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhhhh, you're killing me!"
"You're fuckin' beautiful, know that?" Jack whispered, holding her head in both hands and staring down at her. "Aren't too many women who could take what I give. But you've been goin' for it, wanting more, right?"
Janice blushed with shame. She could never admit to something like that. The woman tried jerking her head away, but his grip was too strong.
"Won't say anything, eh? Well, I got ways to make you talk," Jack said, pleased she had defied him to the last.
His mouth was all over her face now, his lips kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids and throat. And though her body enjoyed what was happening to her, the touch of his mouth and hands made her shiver with something like revulsion. It wasn't so much a loathing of Jack as it was a revulsion toward her reactions. No one, not even her husband had treated her like this. Mark had never approached the subject of bondage and humiliation. While their sex had been spirited and sometimes almost epic, it had never come up to this level. Up? That was a laugh! Jack was dragging her down, down to his awful level, and she was enjoying it to the hilt!
Jack moved his fingers over her body again and again, pinching her nipples until the woman squealed, using the flat of his hand to massage her outstretched clit. She felt the heat coming out from her pussy like heat from a radiator. Fucking! Fucking! Why wasn't he fucking her? Why wasn't he shoving his cock into her cunt, drilling into her furry slot, satisfying her aching, itchy clit.
"Ohhhh . . . "
Her tits heaved up and down as his fingers pinched her nipples. She bit at him, only to have him slap her back. He enjoyed hurting her, knowing full well how much Janice was enjoying the pain. Her buttocks danced frantically on the bed, making the box springs groan and squeak. "Fuck, fuck . . . "
Janice needed a man inside her. She needed one desperately, more desperately than ever before in her life. All the frustration of ten years' abstinence bubbled to the surface, exploding in a wild burst of sexuality. She wanted Jack's cock, knew that a cock of his size would stretch her cuntal membranes to the tearing limit. The pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her orgasm would be the greatest of all she'd ever had. Fucking, good hard fucking. Soon he'd be fucking her!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Janice felt shocking thrills surge through her as Jack shoved his knees up against her buttocks, holding his prick in one hand and bending the shaft down toward her stretched open cunt. The woman shivered when she felt the fat head of his cock slide up and down her outer labia. He was toying with her, purposely withholding the initial fucking thrust while he dipped his prick-head into the juicy, dark red hole.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Janice panted, jerking her body back and forth so hard that the headboard began banging against the wall once more.
Jack still held back, shoving his cock in an inch or two then drawing it back, painting her greasy outer cuntlips with his pre-cum, watching her cuntal muscles clench while his balls trailed lightly over the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
Janice felt she had turned into an animal. All that mattered was her pussy. She yanked at the ropes and cuffs that held her. Clenching her teeth, twisting from side to side, her face red because of her frustrated sexuality, the frantic woman panted for Jack, begged him to fuck her before she went crazy!
"But maybe you wanna get a good taste of this mother before you take it."
Janice stopped her thrashing, unable to believe what he said. She needed a cock now, desperately needed one drilling her hole. And he was talking about her giving him a blowjob? No, no, impossible!
"No, I . . . I need . . . "
She couldn't finish the sentence. Even in such desperate sexual throes, the woman couldn't give voice to her needs.
"Open your mouth," Jack said, amused by her sudden, ridiculous modesty.
His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his buttocks off her thighs. One hand twisted in her hair while the other gripped his dick. He aimed the satiny, dark purple head of his cock at her mouth. He prodded her mouth with the tip of his dick, smiling as a few drops of pre-cum glistened on her lips.
"Go on, tell me how disgusting you find this," he grunted.
Janice didn't dare open her mouth. He'd shove his prick all the way in, gagging her, choking off the air. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head upward, making his cock rub against her lips. Janice felt a particularly powerful spasm shoot through her cunt. Juice trickled out of her pussy.
The woman stared at Jack's massive cock, seeing it with a feeling mixed with fascination and revulsion. Once or twice she and her husband had done this, had gone into a sixty-nine position. She had never particularly enjoyed sucking a man's cock, although with Mark's expert cunt-tonguing she'd finally climaxed as jizz shot down her sucking throat. But this was different. There was no love involved here. It was a contest between her will and Jack's overpowering urge.
"Come on," Jack urged.
Janice's mouth opened to protest. But no sound came out. Jack smiled, angling his body up and forward. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his cock into her mouth, groaning, as he watched her full lips close tightly around his sinking dick.
"OHHHHHH YEEEAAAHHH!" he groaned, closing his eyes. He felt her hot, uneven breath on his swinging balls, felt her hot mouth against the sides of his cock as it slid down, down over her tongue toward the back of her sucking throat.
Janice fought for breath! She tried jerking her hands free again. She wanted to put them hard against his groin, to shove him away so she could breathe.
"Go for it, baby! Go for it. Suck it 'til you choke," Jack muttered.
He was flexing his hairy buttocks, sawing his cock in and out of tier mouth while he gripped the headboard for balance.
"UNGHHHHH!"
Janice pushed her head back, tried tilting it to one side, trying to .get more air. Jack's fat cock was hitting the back of her throat. It banged against her tonsils while more and more bleachy-tasting pre-cum washed into her mouth. She swallowed. Soon her mouth and throat were coated with the slimy stuff as his cock reamed out her mouth.
Jack reached back, grabbing her clit between his right thumb and forefinger. He started cruelly twisting it, thinking he would have to tie on a smaller screw later.
Janice thought she was going to die. She sighed, blowing air against his cock. Jack twisted on her clit harder, smiling, knowing she was enjoying this kind of pain.
"SHIT!" Jack cried.
His fingers tightened around Janice's clit while her lips pressed tightly against his cockhead. The young woman felt lightning shoot through her, sparks showering into her cunt as her clit went through a mini orgasm. She jumped, her body jerking and writhing as much as it could while the ropes and cuffs held firm.
Jack was fucking her mouth faster now. A mixture of cum and spittle frothed out from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her forehead wrinkled, her eyelids fluttered as his fat dick hammered against the back of her mouth. His balls pressed up against her chin. Janice was afraid Jack would be shooting into her mouth, dumping his load of cum while leaving her cunt unsatisfied. The thought of her being left high and dry was far more tormenting than the thought of having her mouth and throat filled with jizz!
Then suddenly Janice felt Jack backing down, easing his knees off her cramped arms.
"That was fun. But now we're gonna get down to business," he said, gripping his cock.
"Ohhhhh fuck me, fuck me," Janice groaned, closing her eyes and feeling tears of lust trickling down her flushed cheeks.
"You'll get it, get it good," Jack whispered, lying on her doubled-up body.
He was on her once more, his hands caressing her thighs, pulling at them while he centered his dickhead over her juicy hole. There was a gurgling sound, a stretching sensation, then the wild feel of his cock slipping over the rounded tip of her clit. Janice arched her back, her flesh breaking into goose pimples while her cuntal walls buckled in from the rising sexual heat. He was fucking her. Dear God, he was fucking her, doing what she'd needed all these desperately lonely years. If only she could fling her arms around him, scissor her legs around his back and hunch her cunt against him to increase the sensations rippling through her pussy!
"Huhhhrrrrr!"
Janice's cunt was tight, very, very tight. She heard Jack grunting as his dick penetrated her pussy. All those years of abstinence had made her into a near-virgin. Now she wanted fucking, needed fucking!
Janice felt his cock sinking deeper and deeper, the fat head pushing out gobs of pussy juice, his balls settling in the valley between her thighs. Soon his cock was buried all the way in. She felt her cuntal walls squeeze his prick, milking it, convulsing and crushing around his prick. Her hot cunt was tight, nearly strangling his cock.
Easing back a little, Jack flexed his hairy butt again and sent his hard cock knifing back into her cunt. As his cock stabbed into her frothing, bubbling pussy, she cried out. He covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue down into her throat while slowly increasing the speed of his fucking.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried.
His hands gripped her shoulders, his nails digging into her flesh as the woman strained and squirmed, working her tight little cunt around his cock. Each time she felt his dick retreat from her hot pussy, the woman moaned wildly, begging him to fill her again. She could have stayed like this for ages, pinned to the bed, tied up in this grotesque fashion while being fucked to death! Faster and faster Jack's cock fucked her, his balls swinging and slapping against her buttocks.
"UHHHHHHHHH!"
Janice couldn't take much more. Her pussy was convulsing, her clit continually stimulated by Jack's hard, fast fucking. The wet friction was building, making every muscle in her body tense, straining for release.
"Uhhhh . . . yesssss . . . yesssss . . . fuck me, keep on fucking me! I love it . . . ooooooh!"
Jack gasped after every stroke now, shaking the hair from his eyes. His thighs flexed and tensed each time he threw his dick meat into the wailing woman. He could feel his cum boiling up from his balls, seeping into his cum-tube, building up in his cockhead. The hundreds of tiny muscles in his cock were tensed, ready to contract, to send hot jizz spraying into her pussy.
"UGNHHHHHH!" Jack cried.
Suddenly Jack lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he nailed his prick into the center of her flooding pussy. Her hot, cuntal tunnel boiled over at the point. She couldn't stand it any longer. With a shriek, Janice came, felt her pussy walls collapse and crash down on the cum-spraying cock inside her. The world seemed to blow apart into millions of brightly colored pieces.
"Noooooo!"
Janice struggled on the bed, her arms stretched far behind her, tugging at the ropes while she bellowed and thrust her tightened pussy against his cock. She slammed her body against his, not believing the force of her orgasm. Nothing, absolutely nothing in her life had prepared her for this mind-blower! The two of them bucked and slid together, their bodies trapped in a mad dance of lust as Jack's balls pumped out more and more jizz. His cum scalded the sides of her cumming pussy, filled her cunt, then spilled out onto the wrinkled coverlet. "Damn it!"
Jack clenched his teeth, shaking his head violently as the last of his cum shot out from his piss-slit. He rocked his body from side to side, wanting to feel every last bit of this climax. He'd rarely had a number like this writhing under him. Usually the women he enslaved had passed out or lay there sobbing quietly, begging him to stop, to let them go. But this one kept on demanding more of him, wanting more restraint, more pain, more lust. He blessed the day he'd hired her.
Still heaving and gasping, Janice saw whirling stars exploding in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her mind. Convulsions shook her again and again as Jack clung to her. Little by little the white spray of his cum died down, leaving the two of them groaning and gasping. Slowly the woman regained her breath and relaxed.
"Man, you're something else," Jack said, kissing her neck while sliding his fingers down her sides.
"Ugnhhhhh!"
Janice felt her muscles cramping. He had held her too long in this position.
"Just one more thing," Jack said, sliding his softened cock from her hole.
Janice watched as he slipped off the bed, ran his fingers through his black hair, then went to one of the chests. She tensed. Would it be another sex toy? She was tired of this, tired of his brutality. Her body couldn't take much more of this kind of stimulation. Janice needed rest, an escape from all the chains and cuffs and ropes.
"Just for the memories . . . and insurance that you'll come back when I want it," Jack said, pulling out a camera and dusting off the lens.
Janice stared in horror. No, no, he couldn't be thinking of blackmailing her into doing anything at his beck and call! She cried out, twisting her head away. But he snapped photo after photo, catching her face and body several times. The flashbulb went off again and again, the light piercing into her very soul. What had she done? Dear God, what had she done? She'd fallen into this man's hands. It was a terrible trap, one that might destroy her.
"There, that'll do. I'll call you when I want you. And, of course, unless you want your daughter to see these . . . "
Jack laughed, then put the camera away in the trunk.
Janice watched as Jack walked back to the bed, his cock now limp, relaxed against his hairy groin. He reached up and untied the ropes binding her wrist cuffs to the headboard. With a key he unlocked the device. The young woman immediately rubbed her wrists, still refusing to look at the handsome junior executive.
Next came the cord binding her knees. In a moment she was free, untied. Janice lay on the bed for several minutes while Jack coiled up his ropes and cuffs.
"Get dressed," he said, pulling a robe off the door and draping it around his body.
Janice felt ashamed, humiliated, like a whore who had outlived her purpose. She dragged herself up from the bed, picking up her ripped dress, her torn bra, staring at them as if they could somehow be put back together. Then, sobbing, she sat back on the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands. What had she done? Oh, in God's name, what had she done?
"Come on, Janice, come on. I've got a big day at the office tomorrow. We've got contracts coming out of our assholes to sign and type up. You'd better get home. I'll drive you."
He was behaving as if nothing had happened! It was incredible! Janice stared at him as he fished out a pack of cigarettes and tapped one out.
"Can . . . can I take a shower first?"
Jack nodded silently, lighting up and turning away from her. She gathered her torn clothing tightly to her body, then glanced nervously over one shoulder to make sure he wasn't following her. Jack sat on the bed, staring at the wall, smoke curling up from his glowing cigarette. He wasn't even thinking of her! Contracts, sales, more exports, that's what was drifting through his mind now!
Janice turned on the light in the bathroom, dropping her clothes to the floor. Her mind spun around and around as she turned on the water and stepped into the tub. Oh, how good the warm water felt splashing over her lithe body. All the sweat and cum was washed away. It was a shame that her guilt and fear weren't washed away as well. What was he going to do with those photos? Blackmail her? That thought sent a shudder through her body once more. She'd have to do what he wanted. There was no choice. She couldn't have him showing those pictures to her daughter!
Janice closed her eyes and let the warm water soften her tense, aching muscles. She'd think about all this tomorrow after sleep had helped to clear her fuzzed brain.
CHAPTER FOUR
"My mom's gonna really be upset when I get home late," Emily said, glancing nervously at her wristwatch. It was nearly eleven o'clock, two hours past the time when her mother told her to be home. Of course her mother said she was working late. With a little luck her mother would be late too.
"Come on. This fuckin' weed's the greatest . . . super weed, know what I mean?"
The big high school quarterback took a deep drag and held his breath, passing the joint to
Emily. The blonde teen took it, glancing uneasily at Brad Brailsford. She'd been thrilled when he invited her over for the evening, telling her mother last night that they were going to have a group study session. Well, it was almost the truth. Several other girls and guys from school were over and some studying had been done. But few of them had talked about academics. Brad and his buddy Pat had just scored some grass and were busily passing it around. Emily had been warned time and time again about drugs and she had smoked the marijuana uneasily. She was feeling buzzy and high, unsure of herself. When she finally came to, she realized she was alone with Brad in his big house. Where on earth were their friends? And his parents?
"I'd better be getting home," she said again, scrambling to her feet. She smoothed down her blouse, taking note of the fact that Brad was watching her closely. He took another long drag, held it, then exhaled.
"You just got started," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stood up too. They were standing in the middle of what she remembered as the recreation room. Only a small table light was on-Brad's idea for keeping the atmosphere weirdly romantic. There was silence. Emily felt her skin crawling as she hugged her body protectively, wondering why Brad wasn't saying anything.
"Uh, where are your parents?" she asked, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt.
Brad kept staring at her, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was so handsome-his big, well-developed muscles visible under his white cotton T-shirt, his muscled hips pressing out against the faded material of his jeans-everything about him radiated masculinity and sex. The young blonde had never been with a man quite like Brad. All the other boys were shy, even afraid to take her hand. She knew why. She was an extremely pretty girl, the kind of young woman whom boys thought would turn them down if they asked for a date.
What no one really knew was that Emily was dying for a hot date, a date that would answer some questions about her body that had been bothering her lately. At night she lay in her bed, stark naked, her fingers trailing over her tits, then moving down with feathery touches to her tight, hot little cunt. Oh, how that funny little spindle at the top of her swelling pussylips quivered and made her gasp for breath whenever she touched it! Her legs would spasm as if she were having a fit, while a strange, itchy, achey feeling grew more and more intense! At times she'd have to shove a fist in her mouth to keep from attracting her mother's attention when she cried out.
"They're out," Brad said, his voice dry, deep.
"Oh, well, I guess I'd better be leaving," she said, staring at the doorway.
"Really want to?"
The question made her jump. Of course she wanted to leave. Why should she want to stay in this dark house alone with him? Turning around, Emily lowered her eyes, feeling her heart beat so quickly she was sure it would burst. Her tits were swelling while that funny feeling in her pussy took over again.
"I. . . uh, I . . . "
Brad was coming up to her, actually swaggering, his hands on his hips. Before the hard breathing little blonde knew what was happening, he was circling his arms around her waist, drawing her close to him. Emily curled her fingers into fists and beat against his broad chest. But the young woman couldn't deny what her body wanted and needed. Like her mother, Emily had been denying her natural feelings and needs. Now they broke through to the surface like water spilling over a dam. She groaned and instinctively circled her arms around his back. He pulled her loins tightly against his. She could feel the hot bulge of his dick against her thighs. He moved back and forth, sliding the bulge against her, holding her more tightly when she tried to pull away.
"Oh please, stop it . . . "
The marijuana, the dark room, his presence, everything combined to tear down Emily's defenses. He was so tall, so big! The young woman was excited. Her mind spun around and around. Brad seemed to cover every inch of her soft body. She was still a virgin. And now she was willing to let this young stud take away her cherry. Yes, Emily wanted to feel . . . a cock! The thought of having Brad fucking her made her groan.
"Ummmmm!"
Brad kissed her passionately, his tongue spearing into her mouth. When the kiss trailed off, Emily rested her cheek against the side of his face. She was panting, feeling weak. His hands stopped moving. He was pulling her toward a large sofa bed that had been dragged into the recreation room for the group study session.
"No, no . . . "
Emily knew what was going to happen next. He was going to strip her, going to take off all her clothes and fuck her. Last-minute panic set in, making the girl stiffen her arms and try pushing away the big stud.
"Come on, Em, come on. You've gone this far, man. You can't turn me off now," Brad whispered, kissing her along the side of her neck.
Emily shivered at the touch of his lips. He half carried her to the sofa, lowering her down gently, then began undressing her. She offered no resistance. She lay there trembling, feeling him unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders, then moving down to her short black skirt. Next came the sandals.
"Oh, yeah, yeah . . . " Brad said, staring at her now.
She wore only a bra and panties. How her breathing had become short and shallow! It seemed as if she couldn't gulp enough air down to fill her lungs. And Brad was curling his fingers around the elastic waistband of her nylon briefs, tugging at them. She gasped as she felt the damp silky material sliding down, down her legs. Gingerly Brad peeled it away from her soaked cuntlips. Emily felt how wet her pussy was. All she wanted was to feel Brad's cock inside her, to feel what fucking was all about.
"Ohhh . . . "
"I love your cunt," he whispered. Emily blushed. He was saying things that weren't nice. Her mother would have had a heart attack if she could see her now! The girl twisted on the couch as Brad trailed his fingers up and down her legs, purposely avoiding her wet pussy, watching her hunch down toward his moving fingers.
"You're nice and super hot, aren't you? Baby, you want it bad."
"Yes, yes, I want it," she gasped.
Brad bent and touched her outer pussylips. Emily sucked in air, pulling her ass back, feeling her chest tighten. She watched with amazement as Brad bent down and started kissing her belly, his tongue trailing along the soft white flesh up toward her bra. Emily sucked in another ragged breath, wriggling her body back and forth over the sofa. A powerful spasm had just knifed through her cunt, making her juice even more. Her ass began to move up and down, wanting him to touch her more.
"Uhhh . . . "
"You want to fuck so bad, don't you?" Brad chuckled, reaching up and undoing her bra. Emily closed her eyes again, too shocked to answer. "Well, don'tcha? Don't you wanna get fucked."
"I . . . " Emily bit her lip. What did he want from her? How could she say something like that when she was getting stripped like this? To say the words that represented the actions seemed too filthy to her.
"Come on," Brad said, laughing, kissing her forehead. "Admit it. Admit you wanna feel my dick inside you, that you wanna fuck."
He slipped her bra off.
Emily shivered, feeling the straps slide off her narrow shoulders. Her tits were firm and taut on her chest. She saw Brad's eyes lighting up. He moved his fingers up to her tits and cupped them gently. With his thumbs he began flicking her nipples, strumming them until they stood up stiff and dark pink. Emily hunched her ass again, twisting from side to side, as more juice bubbled out from her young cunt.
"Fuck . . . " she whispered, feeling as if the ceiling was about to come crashing down.
Brad smiled in triumph. "I wanna fuck you too. Ever since I've seen you in school, I've wanted to fuck you."
Brad squeezed her resilient tit flesh, making her nipples and areolas stand up and turn a darker red. Then he went back to sucking her tit, drawing one nipple all the way into his mouth. Emily looked down her chest, amazed at what he was doing. She felt his teeth scraping along her nipple while his tongue kept lashing away at the sensitive tit tip. Oh that tongue! It raked her nipple wildly. Sharp jolts of pleasure were knifing through her pussy each time he rolled the nipple flat, sanding it with his tongue. Oh, how much this young man knew about satisfying her!
Emily blushed. Would he laugh at her, throw her off the sofa if she didn't do things right? How could she know? Her mother had purposely kept information about sex from her, telling her only the rudiments of the act. At school she learned a little more. But no one told her sex could be like this with a man!
"Unnghhhhhh . . . "
"I'm gonna strip now," Brad said, grinning from ear to ear. He stood by the sofa, pulling Emily close to the edge, then standing back. He crisscrossed his arms and pulled his sweat-soaked T-shirt out from his Levi's. Emily gasped, admiring his well-developed chest, his thick-muscled arms and tapered waist. Then he moved his hands slowly down to his waist, admiring the girl's hot body as he unsnapped his Levi's.
Emily jumped back as his rigid cock rolled out, a stiff and thick eight inches of prick jerking in her face.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, her eyes wide, her hands at her throat. Brad's cock was way bigger than anything she'd ever seen in those silly sex education books. Something like that belonged on a horse or something. His cock was so thick and heavy across the head. That head was dark and wet. And even as she watched, his cock throbbed even fuller with trapped blood. Emily tried to guess the width across the head. It was broader than two inches . . . that was all she could be sure of! And she was going to let him fuck her with that thing? He'd split her apart!
Emily scrambled back on the sofa, eyeing that monster as Brad slowly advanced toward her.
"Yeah, I think it's gonna be a tight fit at first," he said, guessing what was on her mind. "But I haven't killed anyone with it yet."
"No, nooooo! We can't . . . fuck . . . " Emily protested, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
"Yes, we can . . . sure we can," he said, bracing both hands on her ankles and spreading them apart.
"UNNGHHHHHH!"
Emily couldn't believe this! He was putting his mouth on her thing, actually gluing his lips to her labia and sucking up the juices as if he were a man dying of thirst! She snapped her head back, wriggling her ass even more desperately than before on the sofa cushions. She clawed wildly at Brad's neck and back, letting out strangled sounds from her mouth. Her legs inched back farther, opening more hollows and folds of her cunt for the young man to eat.
"UHHHHHHH!"
Emily tried once to shove him back. But Brad was too strong and determined for her. His lips teased her inner cuntlips. His teeth gouged at her, adding to the wild sensations. But that tongue. Yes, it was that tongue that made all the difference in the world. She was being fucked with that tongue as if it were a little cock. Closing her eyes, Emily thought she was going to faint! Her breath was coming in short pants while her heels beat at Brad's back. She was spinning around and around, flying off the couch. She felt as if she were floating on a golden cloud as the young man growled and snapped, eating her virgin pussy.
"You move your ass nice," he said, kissing up her belly to her tits. He mouthed first one, then the other. She could smell her cunt on his cheeks. Emily groaned, feeling very flushed.
"Oh God! God . . . "
Emily felt so helpless, so wonderfully helpless. She wanted to feel completely possessed by Brad. She . . . suddenly Emily stiffened. Something very hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips, already entering. Her cuntlips flattened back. His throbbing dickhead started in. "No! Nooooooo!"
Emily shoved back. Getting fucked suddenly frightened her, especially with Brad's huge cock. She felt her ass sliding back on the scratchy material of the sofa cushion. No, no, she couldn't go through with it. In spite of her hot feelings, she couldn't let him fuck her.
"Get away, away from me . . . " she panted.
"Hey, come on, baby. You wanted it so bad before. What's the problem now?"
Brad held her down on the sofa while falling down on top of her.
"I'm afraid. Please, I'm-"
"You won't get hurt or knocked up. Promise," he said.
"Ohhhhh, it feels weird! Like you're going to split me in half."
Brad worked his hips back and forth, feeling his dickhead slip greasily in between her clenching cuntal muscles. Emily cried out, throwing her head back, clawing at his arms, shifting her thighs from side to side as she felt that fat head burrowing its way into her swampy hole.
Brad dragged his cock back a little, then moved up again. Her cunt stretched wide and the ring of tiny muscles cramped tight. Emily had never felt anything like this before in her life. It was so strange having a cock inside her! She screwed up her face, drinking in the sensation of having Brad's dick slipping deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her outer cuntlips stretched a little more, letting the head slide completely in, then closed tightly just behind the knob. Juice seeped out from her hairy hole, wetting down Brad's thickly veined throbbing shaft. Brad's balls tightened, rising up until they pressed against his fat dick root.
"Touch me down there," he said.
"Brad, I . . . "
"Touch me. You won't feel so weird if you feel what's goin' on down there," he insisted.
Emily bit her lip for courage, then moved her hand down past her belly. Brad made room between them. Gradually the blonde teen moved her hand down, down until she could feel her wiry cunt-hairs brushing over her fingertips. Then suddenly she came upon it, came upon her stretched-open cuntlips, came upon his huge dickhead. His cock was soaked with her slippery cuntal juice, dangerously close to exploding with cum at any second. Instinctively she jerked her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove. But Brad made her touch his dick again.
"Now, feel around where you're so fuckin' tight. I don't wanna hurt you, but . . . "
Emily pressed a trembling finger into the squishy mess where his cock joined her cunt. She traced the bottom of her slot, found the tensed aching muscles that guarded her cuntal mouth. Then Brad let his cock head rest against where she was touching. His cock was so hard. The girl shivered with excitement!
"Oh God, it's going in!"
Emily couldn't believe it. Her pussy had relaxed somehow and let that thing slip into her hole. She shuddered with the sexy sensation of her cunt being filled with cock . . . really filled. She dared to move her hips. He was halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing, gasped and clawed at her shoulders.
"Shit, you're something else!" he cried out. "I've never known a girl who could do that!"
"I . . . I can't help it," Emily said, avoiding his gaze.
"Just don't cut it off. I . . . . "
"Well, looks like there's a party going on. Mind if I join?"
Emily froze, jerking her head up. It was Pat, Brad's best friend, standing in the doorway.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh God, let me go!"
The blonde teen struggled like a wild animal under Brad, clawing at his shoulders. The spell of sexuality had been broken. She felt ashamed, humiliated, sprawled out there on the sofa, her body impaled by Brad's fat dick. She saw Pat's mocking smile, his glittering eyes as he stepped down into the room and observed the two of them.
"What the fuck are you doing back here?" Brad muttered, keeping Emily still pinned to the sofa in spite of her thrashing.
"Thought you might wanna go out. I didn't think little Miss Prim would be still here . . . and like this," Pat said, amused by what he'd found.
"Lemme go!"
Emily curled her fingers and drew her nails across Brad's cheek. The young man jerked back, drawing one hand to his injured flesh.
"The little bitch scratched me!" he shouted, drawing one hand above his head to slap her.
"Hey, come on. Maybe we both can have a little fun with her," Pat said, starting to unbutton his blue flannel shirt.
Emily looked at him with panicked eyes. Pat was thinner than Brad but just as tall, his head covered with an unruly mop of sandy hair. Handsome, lithe, he was a good friend of Brad's who, according to school gossip, shared everything . . . including girlfriends. Emily saw she was going to be just another girl shared that way.
"Let's get 'er down here," Pat said, pointing to a throw rug.
Brad slipped his dick out of her tight hole with a squishy pop. Emily shivered, tried scrambling for safety, but was caught again.
"Down, girl," Brad said, catching her flailing arms and sliding her off the sofa. Pat finished undressing, sliding his shoes and socks off, then stepping out of his Levi's. Emily caught sight of his dick-it was as long as Brad's but not nearly so thick. His balls swung as he jerked his cock quickly up to full length.
"No!" Once more she scratched at Brad's cheeks.
Tiring of the girl's resistance, Brad slapped her hard across the face. The blow knocked Emily half senseless. Her hair splashed over her face while her body rolled to one side.
"I don't "think she'll give us problems again," he muttered. "Hated to do that, girl, but you were getting too much for me."
"Oh, stop this, stop it!"
Brad rolled her over onto her belly. He dove between her splayed thighs, eating away at her asshole, drilling his tongue shamelessly into that tight little opening while caressing her buttcrack with his fingers.
Emily's eyes widened. Then guttural sounds came from her throat. No one had touched her there before! Her asshole! It was incredible! And now Brad's thumbs were sliding down to her pussy. She felt them touching her clit, caressing the soft, moist flesh around it! Emily let out another yelp.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH HELP!" she screamed.
"Come on, Pat, get down and shut this one up," Brad said.
On her belly, still squirming on top of the rug, Emily heard Pat sliding down in front of her. He was grabbing her hair, pulling her head against his lap and shoving her nose into his crotch. He made her inhale the strange smelling odor emanating from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy groin. He was rubbing his hard dick against her cheeks, pressing it against her nose, then finally finding her lips. He said something about sucking. Dear God, he was going to make her suck his dick!
"Noooo!"
Emily tried reeling back. But Brad's head butted her asscheeks while his tongue kept drilling into her asshole. When she tried wriggling back again, Brad slapped her buttocks, making those cheeks jiggle like pudding. Again and again he slapped her butt, warming those buns. Emily groaned, actually raising her ass to that striking hand. The heat radiated down to her pussy, making her clit nice and hard.
"Take my dick and suck it!" Pat whispered in a tight voice.
Emily twisted her face away once more. She felt Brad's thumbs opening her cuntal hole more and more. His tongue slipped out of her shitter and moved down, down to her pussy. He was snarling and snapping, tonguing her out as he'd done before while his buddy was trying to get his cock into her mouth.
"I said suck it!" Pat screamed.
"No!"
Pat held her tightly, pressing his thumbs hard against her jaws. The painful pressure forced Emily to open her mouth. Hunkering down and angling forward, the young man slipped his dick into her mouth, groaning and shivering when he felt her tongue brush up against the bottom of his rod.
"Oh fuckin' shit, she's good. You'd think she'd been doin' this all her life," Pat groaned, still holding her head tightly.
"Yeah, you shoulda seen the way she was groanin' and pantin' when I stuck this thing in her," Brad said, pulling back for a second and pulling several blonde cuntal hairs from between his teeth. "Man, I thought she was gonna cry when I stuck it in her."
Emily wanted to bite that thing sawing in and out of her mouth now. She wanted to hurt these men the way they were hurting her!
"MMMMFHHHH!"
"I'm gonna fuck her now," Brad said, pulling away. "Shit, I was in 'er when you came in. Man, I almost popped and I wasn't even halfway down."
"Oh man, man!" Pat groaned. "She's somethin' else. Come on, slut, come on and tongue that mother!" Pat flexed his thighs, throwing in his hunk of cockmeat faster and faster.
Emily felt his fingers growing tighter around her head while he slapped her face with his groin. His balls banged against her chin while spittle frothed out of her mouth and dribbled down to the carpet. The blonde teen felt sick. Her stomach turned over while Pat wiggled his hips, drawing his dick out until only the head remained between her pouting lips, then shoving it in halfway. His fingers fanned out along the sides of her head while he pumped only half of his cock in and out. Then, with a shuddering sigh, the big man drove his dick all the way in, holding her firmly in place.
The blonde teen let out strangled cries, breathing through her flared nostrils. Her brain spun dizzyingly as she felt the fat head sliding down, down into her throat. She sucked hard, moving her tongue back and forth over the underside of Pat's prick as he had told her to. She heard him moaning, felt his body tensing as he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Brad reached down between her thighs with his thumbs, forcing his fingers into her asscheeks for better leverage. Then slowly he forced his thumb into her wet, throbbing cunt. The young woman gasped, opening her mouth even wider to let out a moan. She was hot. Even now, humiliated and shamed this way, she was hot for him. Wiggling her ass, Emily silently begged him for dick. Yes, he'd successfully humiliated her, made her into a sex machine. She didn't care what these boys did to her. All she wanted to do was fuck. And right now she was surrounded by more than enough cockmeat. One cock was brushing against her asscheeks while the other pistoned in and out of her mouth, making her cheeks puff out each time it sawed in.
"Hey, she a virgin?" Pat asked, holding his dick with one hand to keep the cum from spraying out into the girl's sucking mouth.
"Yeah, think so. Shit, I don't want blood all over my fuckin' dick."
Brad drove his thumb farther in. Then suddenly Emily felt a pain much sharper than anything she had felt before. She knew he was pressing her cherry, going to make it pop with his thumb! Her mother had always told her that her virginity was the greatest gift a girl could give to her husband.
While Emily hadn't quite believed that, she still hadn't completely discarded the idea away. Now she was going to lose that gift-and to a thumb! "Nooooooo!"
She managed to twist her head around, spitting out Pat's cock and wriggling a few inches across the throw rug. He couldn't pop her cherry . . . not like that! Emily dug her nails into the rug, trying to get away from that offending finger. It was useless. He held her tightly. Pat brought his knees up and pressed them against her face. The pain grew and grew, quickly becoming excruciating. She tensed, her muscles flexing. Sweat beaded on her forehead while her body shivered. Her fingers and toes fanned out as Brad pressed his jagged thumbnail against the thin, well-anchored membrane. Then suddenly the thumb tore through her cherry. Emily screamed and yelped. Pat moved fast, shoving his rod back into her mouth and slapping her hard across the back of the head. She gagged, choking on her own spit and his cock.
"Man, she was a virgin all right. She's got a little bit of blood down there. It'll pass," Brad said, wiping his fingers on the rug.
Emily lay there sobbing, forced to keep her head up and suck Pat's filthy dick while Brad toyed with her shitter. She felt him licking her buttocks again, a sticking his tongue up her asshole while slapping her mounds again and again. The heat was helping ease the pain in her cunt. Slowly, gradually, the agony was replaced by a tight, itchy ache. She bent her head back, moving her tongue over the underside of Pat's cock.
"Hey, she's back to it again. Man, I knew it wouldn't take this bitch long to get goin' again," Pat said, pumping his dick hard.
Emily groaned, feeling his wiry dick hairs tickling her nostrils. She could taste more of his pre-cum oozing into her mouth. The salty, bleachy taste was making her swallow. Soon, her mouth and throat were coated with the stuff. She gasped for air, especially when she felt Brad's cock searching for her cunt again.
"Man, she's got one tight cunt. Found that out a little while ago. But now she's been stretched by this," he said, holding his thumb up and laughing.
Emily couldn't think, couldn't respond to the mocking laughter behind her. She was hot. The soft piling of the throw rug caressed her bloated pussylips, rubbed soothingly over her thighs. Emily pulled at the carpet as her cunt clenched, relaxed, then clenched again.
"This is gonna be good," Brad said.
As if to emphasize what he was about to do, he pulled her buttocks apart, keeping them tugged wide as his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips. The movement of those thumbs made the girl's heated cunt bubble over with juice. He smiled, watching the fluid wet down his fingers.
"Yeah, man, yeah, hurry up. I'm gonna shoot my load down her throat in a sec," Pat said, his voice growing tight and hoarse.
"You're on your own, man. I don't give a fuck. Maybe she needs something like a little cum to loosen 'er up," Brad suggested mockingly.
"OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" Pat screamed.
With a groan, Pat leaned forward, pressing his fanned fingers hard against the sides of her head. He stopped sawing his cock in and out. Now he shoved his prick all the way in, his cock root pressed hard against her face. His balls were squeezing hard, pumping their heavy load into her throat.
Emily tried swallowing the load, but she couldn't. It was so thick, so hot, so much to take! She coughed, gagged, spat out the excess onto the floor. And still more cum sprayed from his piss-slit, spattering against her tonsils and the back of her throat. Emily knew what it felt like to be drowned in jizz! She felt as if she were swimming in a sea of white bubbling cum as Pat leaned over and moved his hips back and forth.
"Man, that was somethin' else," he said. He pulled his cock out, wiping the cum-smeared tip over her lips. Emily groaned, closing her eyes, feeling like the lowest thing that crawled on earth. Behind her, Brad was still fooling around.
"No more, no more!" the girl gasped. "Oh please, don't do anything more to me!"
Her pleas excited the men. The more she sobbed, the more Brad had intentions of hurting her. She could feel his finger once more making contact with her cunthole. Slowly, very slowly, her sodden cuntlips were spread apart. Her cuntlips were parted now, ready for his brutal assault.
"Unnhhhhhhhhh!"
Emily twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out, the flicking tip circling her quivering clit, teasing her. His finger kept on its maddening tickling journey. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her throat as the working finger found its way along the slick length of her cunt.
"No, no! Not again!" she screamed, pleading as the long finger moved down her fuck slot.
Brad was enjoying this fully, teasing her with his finger while holding back the natural urge to drive his cock into her cunt. Emily let out another low, soft, gurgling moan as her thighs closed around his wrist. The big man tried stabbing his Finger deeper into her. The young woman protested, closing her thighs even tighter, trying to work him out.
"She's . . . uhhhhh, loosening up," he said, moving his finger around and around. "Man, she's tight. She's gonna be one hell of a good fuck."
Pat sat back, pushing back his long sandy hair and watching his buddy finish off the trembling, panting girl.
Emily wept, sobbing with shame and complete humiliation. It wasn't enough that Brad was fucking her so cruelly. Pat had to be here too, watching her, laughing at her while he stared at her mouth that had been sucking his cock only minutes before.
Suddenly the finger in her seething pussy slipped out. The absence of that wonderful, hateful finger made her gasp. Then she felt Brad's hands slipping along her thighs, his fingertips caressing her flesh. His hard, thick cock rubbing against her cuntlips made her sigh. Yes, she wanted it, wanted it stabbing inside her as it had done before. Only now she was able to take it without any complaints. There'd be no cherry for her to worry about. Brad had ripped it out with his thumb. Now she could feel the full length of his cock spreading her open. Oh, what a bitch she'd become! Twisting, moaning on the rug like a bitch dog in rut, the young blonde waited for Brad to fuck her. "UNNGHHH!"
It was as if someone had started pushing a hot lead pipe into her cunt. Emily thought she'd soon go insane. The dick was teasing her flesh maddeningly. The girl twisted and writhed her hips in an attempt to encourage the young man behind her.
"Yeah, yeahhhhhhh . . . " Brad sighed.
Brad guided his prick against Emily's juicy crack. Her white asscheeks jiggled invitingly. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, feeling her cuntlips gradually loosening up for him.
Emily groaned again, feeling her inner cuntlips puckering in, surrendering to Brad's big cock. The lips of her pussy tried clenching together in a last attempt to resist his dick. She let out another long, low moan.
Brad pulled back again, shaking the sweat from his forehead, then leaned forward again, pressing his fanned-out fingers hard against her hipbones. His knees moved forward, pressing against her thighs while his dick moved down and in.
"UNNGHHH!"
Emily clawed at the thick carpet, pulling out tufts as more of Brad's cock worked into her hole.
She shuddered as the mass of his stiff dick flesh began slowly fucking into her. Her legs jerked. She kicked against the sofa next to her.
"Aaaayyyyaggghhhhh!" Emily screamed.
Shock waves of pain and pleasure rocketed through her cunt as she felt her cunt being stretched. The throbs inside her pussy felt so strange, so new to the young woman. Squirming, writhing, Emily concentrated on the sensation of being filled by dick meat, of having her cunt widened by Brad's fat cock. Oh, she loved it, loved every hot, throbbing inch of it no matter how much she wailed and protested!
"Fuck!" Brad screamed.
With a final shove Brad took advantage of her slackening pussy and drove his cock all the way in. Emily shrieked, her eyelids fluttering as she arched her back and kicked out her legs again. She was really getting fucked this time! He was in her all the way!
CHAPTER SIX
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!"
Emily groaned with each inward fucking thrust. Her body shook from the force of his cock-blows. Brad's dick seemed to fill her pussy to overflowing. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his dick pounded again and again into her snatch, making Emily writhe helplessly, and yet she loved the awkwardness of her position and the sensation that his dick was creating in her cunt.
"Oh yeah, fuckin'-A baby," Brad whispered.
He moved his hips, his cock pressing right over her clit now. Emily sighed, feeling an electric charge seeping from her clit to all parts of her body. She rocked her hips from side to side, feeling his belly resting heavily against her asscheeks. Her clit rolled under the pressure, sending more heat to her brain and pussy. Emily felt him biting her neck. For an instant the girl imagined his teeth ripping her. The thought made her shiver.
"Uhhhooooo!"
Emily bucked forward, sliding her greasy cuntal cleft up and down, fucking herself onto his fat rod.
"Man, she's somethin' else. You don't have to do the work," Pat commented, watching Emily's ass rise and fall as she warmed to the fucking spree. Pat felt his dick getting hard again as he jerked his cock hard and fast.
"Ohhhh!"
Brad's cock slipped out. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slipped his cock back in and fucked her harder.
"Man, I haven't fucked like this in a long time," he panted, reaching around with one hand and cupping one of her hanging tits. The young girl cried out, throwing her head from side to side, feeling her hair wash across her face as she clawed at the carpeting. His cock was going so deep, making her cunt hotter as more and more juice dribbled down her thighs to her knees. Her belly sagged toward the floor. Again and again Brad hammered his dickhead home, pinching her nipples, making her cry out with ecstatic moans, making her break her fingernails. He bent down and tongued her shoulders. "Unnooooo!"
It was wild, wonderful! Emily didn't care about anything any more. Pain, pleasure, mother, morals -they were only names that had no meaning to the girl. She was a wanton, a wanton woman getting fucking by this stud. She loved Brad's way of fucking her, the way he mastered her. Even Pat now wasn't as horrible as he'd seemed minutes before. In fact she wouldn't have minded taking his cock between her lips again. But now she concentrated on her cunt, focusing all her thoughts on her clit.
"OOOOOOOGGHHH!"
When Brad pulled his cock back slow, the girl thought she was going to die. Long strings of drool oozed from her mouth. Her arms trembled, threatening to collapse. Her elbows were bending outward, giving way. Then she let them weaken, falling against the throw rug. Her ass was still perched high in the air, prancing wildly, as Brad dug his fingers into her hips and fucked deep again.
Sometimes the only thing touching her was his cock and fingers. He had a tight grasp on her hipbones, had her firmly in his power. She wiggled in his grasp, aware of her helplessness. He could ride her down onto the floor any time he wanted or tease her with just his cockhead. Yes, yes, she didn't want anything out of life except this! Fucking, fucking, oh what a beautiful word!
Emily gasped in lungfuls of air. She could tell the end was near. Brad was gasping the same way Pat had gasped just before he'd fired off his load into her mouth. His fingers were hurting her, his dick slapping madly against her cuntal walls while his balls swung forward and banged against her clit. Emily let her head hang down, her long hair curtaining her flushed face. She clawed steadily at the throw rug, letting out a long, low moan like a hunted animal. Her clit burned. The girl could feel his strong belly pressing against her buttocks and back. He was climbing her, fucking her powerfully, hammering his dick into her swampy cunt. His cock made squishy, sexy noises as it probed deep into her steamy pussy. It made the girl faint with pleasure. She clenched the rug in her hands and whimpered. Soon, soon . . . it would be happening very soon.
"Close, baby, close . . . " Brad gasped.
Emily couldn't talk. But she knew she was close as well. Frantic, her mind full of sexy thoughts, the girl wanted to fuck in every way she could. Brad would know all the ways. He would teach her. When he was through with her, there wouldn't be a virgin hole in her body.
Emily felt her body quivering all over. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, waiting for something! That something was the whirling ball of sexual hunger slowly unraveling in her pussy. She was going to cum! Emily could feel her cunt muscles tensing, clenching, getting ready for her first big climax. Bright lights started popping in front of her as Brad fucked her furiously.
"Make it now, baby! MAKE IT!"
Her clit was swollen and hot. It throbbed with a raging fire that jolted cries of lust from her throat. The girl was only a second away from madness. Then the second passed and she went crazy, went mad with yelping fits as the final excruciating fires swept over her. A core of white-hot joy burned into her cunt. Behind her, she heard Brad cry out, felt him draping over her, his hands clenching her white, sweaty flesh. He was shooting his wad inside her cunt, filling her up with his jizz. Both of them cried out, bucking and jerking, caught in a mutual hurricane of lust. For a moment the room and everything in it faded away. Emily closed her eyes and could sense only her clenching, milking, cumming pussy. Again and again the muscles of her pussy contracted, milking at Brad's cock, holding his jerking cock for dear life.
How long it lasted Emily didn't know. When she came to, she found herself flat on the rug, her arms stretched in front of her. Brad was hitching up his Levi's, tucking in his T-shirt.
Emily groaned, feeling shame.
"Get dressed, Em, I'll take you home," Brad said.
There was no trace of emotion in his voice, no sign that he considered her special. He was joking with his buddy Pat about something.
Climbing a little painfully to her feet, the girl stood unsteadily in the room, covering her cunt with one hand while wiping her mouth with the back of the other. She could still taste jizz on her lips as cum seeped from her cunthole and down her thighs. She shivered, feeling very vulnerable and very naked.
"Hey, by the way," Brad said, turning to her as if she were a casual friend. "We're havin' a party here next week. You wanna come?"
Emily flushed red with shame. Saying nothing, she gathered up her clothes, walking to a dark corner of the room and slipping them on. When she finished sliding her sandals over her feet, she rose, mustering what dignity she could find and asked Brad to drive her back to her house. She couldn't look at either boy. How hot she'd been! How much she had wanted their dicks and, even now, still wanted them. But they were laughing at her now, chuckling as she passed them. There was no respect. They were only using her like some kind of whore. As much as she needed the touch of a man now, Emily refused to look at either of them as they left the house and slid into Brad's car.
"Come on, Em, be a sport," Pat said, slamming the rear door of the car shut and leaning against the back of the front seat.
Emily felt his breath on the back of her neck. Her nipples responded immediately, rising, growing thick and hard while her cunt throbbed. What on earth was going on with her body?
"Yeah, it's gonna be a great party. My folks aren't going to be here. They trust me," Brad said, chuckling as he pulled out the drive and headed back to Emily's. "And there'll be booze and pot. You'll really dig it."
Emily refused to answer, staring straight ahead as they rounded the corner and stopped in front of her house. Good. The lights were on. As much as she hated confronting her mother when she came home late, she was glad her mother was still up. The boys wouldn't dare try something in front of her house when there was a chance that her mother would come out and see them. Emily opened the car door and slipped out, avoiding Brad's grasp.
"Don't forget . . . next Wednesday. Be there, it's an order," Brad said, wagging a warning finger at her.
Emily turned and ran up the walk, her hair streaming behind her. Thank God, the door was open. She dashed in, slamming the door behind her and flipping the bolt. Leaning against the wall, Emily closed her eyes and fought for breath. She was home, safe. Neither of the boys could touch her here. Strange. When she thought of that, there was a sense of regret along with one of relief.
Her mother! Where was her mother? Emily started walking into the living room, spotted her mother's coat and purse, but saw no sign of her. That was odd. Usually her mother would be up, watching some dumb late show, tapping her fingers angrily against the end table as she walked in late. There would be the usual lecture followed by threats of grounding. Usually Emily hung her head down low, muttering she'd be good from now on, then she would go upstairs and slam the door.
"Mom?"
There was no answer. She gripped the banister and walked up the stairs. She noticed a light under her mother's door.
"Mom?" Emily called out. She crept up to the door and knocked softly, feeling anxiety creeping over her mind. "Mom, you all right?"
There was the sound of stirring behind the door.
"Yes, dear, I'm fine. I'm just not feeling too well this evening. Go to bed. I'll talk to you in the morning," Janice said.
Emily said goodnight, wrinkling up her forehead. She walked to her room, wondering why her mother was so mellow. Working had turned her into a hard charger. Now she sounded quiet, almost weak. Well, she'd think about it in the morning. Right now she was going to shower, climb into bed and think about Brad and Pat and about their wonderful cocks. She'd lost her virginity this evening, something that was supposed to be a sad event. But instead Emily was filled with a sense of wonder, of excitement. Now an entirely new, different world had opened to her. As she stood in the shower, letting the warm stream of water splash over her lithe body, the girl thought of how many ways she could excite herself, of how many ways a man could fuck a woman. It felt deliriously evil thinking like that. Her pussy became hot, tight, clenching. Even the droplets of water splashing against her furry hole made her clit quiver and grow hot. "Oh yes."
She would go to that party. She had not said a word to Pat and Brad because she was still unsure of her feelings. But now in the bathroom, as she toweled herself off and stared at her body in the fogged mirror, Emily was certain of which course to take. No, she could never go back to the straight and narrow ways of her mother's generation. Something inside her had been awakened and she had to listen to it no matter what.
With those thoughts Emily wrapped the bath towel around her and switched off the light, padding down the darkened hall toward her bedroom. Good, Emily saw that her mother had turned off the light. Perhaps this would be a new era for her and her mother. She'd make every attempt to understand her mother. Emily felt more mature now, more able to cope with people like her mother who stifled their natural feelings.
* * *
The following morning Emily raced into the kitchen.
Janice was already dressed and sitting down at the table. She was wearing a long-sleeved blouse buttoned high to the neck. That plus a long skirt covered the various bruise marks left by Jack's lovemaking the night before. Janice had thrown the torn dress away, ripping it into rags as if she could tear from her mind the memory of her pain and humiliation. Now she sat behind the breakfast table sipping coffee, wondering how to tell her daughter that she was going to quit her job.
"Get home late?" Janice asked, raising her eyebrows. She really didn't want to discuss the subject this morning. More things were on her mind and she didn't want Emily's frowns and whining bothering her. Still, the woman felt she had to say something to her daughter.
"Oh, just a little. We got to talking and . . . well, you know," Emily said, shifting around in her seat. She wondered if there was something in the way she acted that would tip off her mother, something that would tell her mother that she had been expertly fucked the night before. Emily grabbed her orange juice and took a gulp, trying to look calm even though her heart was beating wildly.
"Just don't let it happen . . . again," Janice said, lowering her eyes. How could she admonish her daughter for coming home late when she'd let all those awful things happen to her last night? Janice shivered when she thought about the way Jack had tied her up, had beaten her within inches of her life, then fucked her crazily. And all the while she had loved it, begged for more. No, she couldn't think about that. It was making her hands shake. Janice dropped the cup in her saucer.
Emily stared at her mother. "Is something wrong?"
Janice bit her lip and turned away. She had to tell Emily something.
"Yes . . . well, you might say so. I'm quitting my job today," Janice said, her voice trembling. She felt so small in front of her daughter. The woman had to grip the edge of the table, fearing she'd fall through the floor if she didn't hang on.
"But I thought you liked working there," Emily said, shocked at her mother's revelation. It was certainly unexpected.
"Yes, well I did. Except . . . except that certain people have been making advances toward me and-"
"Oh, you mean some guy's trying to put the make on you," Emily said off-handedly, sitting back in her chair.
The girl's frankness startled Janice. It was as if someone other than her daughter were talking to her.
"I didn't think to put it that way. Emily, sometimes I think you're associating with the wrong people. I don't like you talking that way. It's cheap, vulgar," Janice said, picking up her cup again and feeling a little relieved. Well, that was over.
"Oh, Mother, you're too old-fashioned. So what if a guy starts making eyes at you? It doesn't matter much today," Emily said, shrugging her shoulders and starting in on her cereal.
"Well, it matters plenty to me, young lady. I don't have to sit there and take that. I've got plenty of money in the bank. That, plus your father's pension and insurance will get us by until I find another position," Janice said, feeling she had to put Emily's possible financial worries aside.
"Well, it's your life. I still think you're making a mistake," Emily said, chugging down her milk and getting up from the table. She kissed her mother goodbye, grabbed her books and raced out the front door for school.
For several more minutes Janice sat behind the table, staring at the yellow wall opposite her, listening to the ticking of the wall clock and the sparrows chirping outside. The coffee cooled in her cup. Yes, she was going to quit today. She couldn't bear the thought of working with that sex maniac, working so closely while his eyes explored her body knowingly. It would make her feel cheap, exposed! "Oh!"
Janice dropped her head in her hands and fought for control. It was as if she could still feel his fingers working over her body, pinching her flesh, causing both pain and pleasure while his dick trenched out her cumming cunthole. What would Emily think of her if she had seen her in action last night? Janice let out a bitter laugh, pushing herself away from the table and getting up shakily. She couldn't walk straight for several steps. Her pussy was still hot.
"I'm going to quit. I'm going to quit," Janice told herself again and again as she got dressed, grabbed her coat and purse and walked out the door. There would be no more escapades like that last one. Jack would have to find another woman to take care of his needs.
Sliding behind the wheel of her car, Janice clenched her teeth in determination.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janice didn't quit.
All through the next few days she'd been forming the words in her mind, seeing herself standing firm and straight in front of Jack and telling him coldly why she couldn't work for the company. But whenever she got close to him, she failed, feeling her strength sapped from her by his steady, dark gaze. Trembling, she turned away, doing her work, hoping none of her fellow workers saw the way she was acting.
Emily had said nothing about her mother's failure to quit. She was certain her mother was only blowing off steam in this strange way and would settle down into being good old boring mom once more. The party was coming up. Once or twice at school, Brad cornered her, blocking her escape with his big body and telling her not to forget. She still didn't say whether or not she was coming. But the thought of missing out on such an event was unthinkable.
The fourth day at work, Janice decided this cat-and-mouse game had to stop. She was going to march right into Jack's office when everyone was gone, then tell him off. All through the day she waited, typing badly, filing even worse, not being able to keep her mind on her job. When six o'clock came, Jack was still in his office. He always worked late, oil contracts from the Middle East becoming more and more numerous and important. Janice kept her head down, purposely trying to appear invisible while the other girls rushed from the office.
When it was nearly seven and everyone else was gone, Janice stood up, clicked off her typewriter and smoothed down her dress. She was trembling, shaking nervously. But she had no other choice. She couldn't keep on working like this, waiting for her boss to make some move that would distract her, cause scandal to fall on both her and her daughter.
Marching through the half-darkened office, past rows and rows of empty desks, Janice threaded her way to Jack's office. Curling her fingers, she decided she wouldn't knock. Surprise was always the best offense. Dropping one hand, she turned the doorknob and barged in.
"Oh!"
Of course she should have suspected something would be going on. There on the floor, kneeling in front of the large high-backed leather chair, was one of the secretaries from the typing pool. Her hands were resting on Jack's bare thighs, her head lowered in his lap moving suggestively up and down. She was sucking his cock. The gurgling, slick sounds of her lips moving back and forth over Jack's fat cock echoed through the room.
Janice held both hands up to her mouth, unsure of what she would do. At first neither of the participants noticed her presence. Jack had his hands on the girl's head while he hunched his thighs up and down. The chair squeaked with his movements. His eyes were glazed over, while strands of his black hair hung rakishly over his forehead. He glanced up and noticed Janice standing uncertainly in the doorway.
"Damn, I knew I forgot to lock the damned door," he muttered.
The secretary jerked back, turned her head and saw Janice.
"Oh no, no, no! Oh, my God!" she screamed, pulling away and staggering to her feet. She looked wild-eyed at Janice, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Stumbling past Janice, the secretary kept on moaning, as she quickly left the room.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Jack growled, standing up, his dick poking out at her like a spear. Janice backed away, striking her shoulder blades against the molding. "The best damned head in the building and you had to frighten her away!"
"I . . . I didn't know. I just came in here to tell you I quit."
She looked around her, wondering what she should do.
"Quit?" Jack laughed, pulling his cock back into his pants and moving behind the desk. He opened one drawer, pulling out some envelopes. "Take a look at these."
Even before she studied them, Janice knew what was inside the envelopes. Taking the glossies in her trembling Fingers, Janice saw one shot after another of her being stretched open, of cum oozing from her cunt, of her obviously satisfied grin while her naked body showed signs of beating and fucking. There could be no mistaking who the star of this event was. She dropped the pictures on the desk, turning and covering her face in shame.
"I was going to let you see these later. But this is as good a time as any. You don't want these making the rounds of the office, and maybe your daughter's school, do you?"
Janice stared at him in horror. She shook her head violently from side to side. The ground seemed to give way under her.
"Good. I was going to have Cindy come home with me tonight. But since you took care of that, you'll take her place. Understand?"
"But-"
"Understand?" Jack said threateningly, picking up the pictures and tapping them on the desk.
Janice was defeated, beaten. Hanging her head, she nodded, wondering what horrors he had planned for her.
"Get your coat. We're going now."
What happened next was a blur. All Janice could think of was how she'd been trapped into this. Would she ever escape? Would Jack ever give her those photos and the negatives, releasing her from his control?
The black Mercedes pulled into the underground garage. All during the trip to his place, he had said nothing, only occasionally glancing over at her and smiling mysteriously. There would be another scene of depravity, of pain. Already Janice was gearing up for it as they walked into the plush elevator. As they reached the top floor, Janice mustered what courage she could.
Jack marched in front of her, opening the door and shoving her gently in.
"OH!"
She saw at once a party was going on. Several men were inside, their drinks half full. There was the smell of cigarette smoke in the air while soft music played in the background.
"I thought you said she was young."
This came from a man who appeared to be Arabian. He was standing in the middle of the room holding a martini. All the guests were dressed in robes.
"The girl I thought I was going to bring couldn't make it. But I assure you, gentlemen, that this one behaves like a teenager even though she's somewhat older. Believe me, I can attest to that."
"Well, if you say so, then it must be true. You have exacting demands on women, my friend," the
Arab said, smiling openly.
Janice balked. She was no prostitute, some slut to be bandied about by these men. All of the men, with the exception of Jack, were Arabian. They were clients, no doubt. This was the way Jack entertained them, bringing women in to service these men while he made deals on the side!
"I won't stay," Janice said, turning around and heading for the door.
"She never learns," Jack said, shoving her back roughly and peeling her coat from her body.
"Oh!" Janice groaned.
He nearly wrenched one arm while stripping her. Her purse fell to the floor, spilling its contents all over the carpet.
"Let's adjourn to the bedroom. You have so many delightful toys there," the Arab said. "My name is Assadh. These are my nephews, all here for a business conference."
Janice felt as if she were frozen to the rug.
"Of course, we enjoy our pleasures as well, pleasures forbidden to us in our native country. Your friend Jack here has been most cooperative in finding these pleasures for us. He has the . . . uh, the same . . . tastes," Assadh said, licking his lips as he stared lovingly at the attractive blonde.
Janice shivered in revulsion. Assadh was repulsive-looking-fat, dumpy, bald.
"I see you don't like the guy," Jack said. "Don't worry, when we're through with you, you won't know the difference between him and me." Jack shoved her toward his bedroom.
Janice felt like a zombie. Once inside the large bedroom, Jack told her to take off her clothes. She remembered the brutal stripping he'd given her earlier. She reached back and unzipped her modest red dress. Assadh sighed, commenting on the bruises barely visible on her back and shoulders. When she stepped from her dress and laid it carefully across the back of a chair, more bruises were visible on her thighs.
"I see you've chosen well. She enjoys this?" the Arab whispered. His nephews drew close to Jack. He was slipping off his jacket. He knew the men would want first crack at Janice. But he hoped to have his chance at the young woman as well.
"Yes. She cries out at first, but then she gets quickly into it."
Assadh rubbed his fat little hands together in delight, his eyes widening when Janice reached back again and unhooked her bra. She thought the wheezing old man was going to have a heart attack when her high-riding tits bobbed up and down on her chest. When she leaned forward to step out of her panties, she heard him groaning. Turning around, she saw his stubby dark-brown prick poking out from his robe. She shivered again, staring at the two younger men behind their uncle. Their larger, younger cocks were tenting up the fronts of their robes. And there was Jack, standing bare-chested now, rubbing his bulging groin.
"All right. I've got a surprise for you," Jack said, guiding her to the closet.
Janice stared at him, her cunt clenching in fear and excitement. As she walked, the subtle rub of her pussylips up against her clit sparked electric-like fires in her groin. Assadh stared at her jiggling buttocks and thighs. His nephews relished every inch of her naked white body. Janice felt deliriously evil, powerful, even in this situation.
"Here," Jack said, opening the closet door.
Janice stepped back as the door swung open. At first, all she saw were his suits hanging neatly up on hangers. Then her gaze moved to the back of the door. A set of cuffs were bolted to the top, cuffs resembling the ones that had held her prisoner several nights before.
"Get over there," he ordered.
The naked woman walked to the door and obediently turned around, raising her arms until the backs of her wrists touched the opened cuffs.
"Up just a little," Jack said, hooking his arms around her waist.
One of the young Arabs came to Jack's aid, moving up and closing the cuffs around Janice's wrists. When both men stepped back, Janice was hanging from the top of the door, her toes an inch from the floor. She looked up, saw her muscles and tendons stretching, bulging against her white flesh. Her shoulders began to hurt as she twisted slightly, feeling the wood rub against her naked buttocks. All the men were staring at her like hungry wolves, their eyes fixed and glazed.
"Your turn, Assadh," Jack said, bowing his head a little.
The Arab rubbed his hands together again, turning around and delving into one of the trunks near the bed. Janice shivered as she eyed the Arab's sagging belly, his fat legs, his wide ass, everything she found repugnant in a human being.
"Ah, here it is," he said, pulling out a black leather riding crop. Assadh's thin lips curled into a sly smile as he stepped up to the suspended blonde.
"What are you going to do with that thing?" she asked, her eyes widening.
Assadh's attention was focused on the weapon. Suddenly he doubled his fist, jerked one arm back and sent his hand smashing into her belly.
"OOOOOMMMMPHFFFF!"
Janice thought she was going to die! Her head snapped back while a rush of air escaped from her lungs. She doubled up, her knees jerking. Stars popped in front of her eyes as the door rattled. Janice gagged, the dull pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. This was going to be the worst ordeal of all! All these men were determined to wreak havoc on her body. Slowly she brought her legs down, every muscle in her body tensing as Assadh chuckled in satisfaction.
"So, you enjoy this sort of thing, eh?" Assadh asked, his eyes narrowing while his stubby cock emerged from the halves of his silk robe.
Janice peered down at the vile thing and felt a shudder of revulsion creep over her body. Was he going to stick that ugly, pathetic thing in her cunt? Was he going to make her suck it? The thought of her stooping that low nearly made her vomit!
"No, no, that's a lie! He made me do it!" Janice protested.
Jack's face darkened. But he said nothing, standing next to Assadh's nephews.
"Oh, someone who protests, who fights back," Assadh said, chuckling again with delight. "I like that." He tapped the riding crop lightly against her thigh. "You'll warm up after a while. Most women do . . . in my country as well as in yours. You should be lucky to have a friend like Jack. There aren't that many women who have friends with so much . . . uh, equipment."
Suddenly the riding crop lashed across Janice's belly.
"OHHHHHHH!"
She doubled up again, one leg jerking protectively up to protect her injured stomach. He lashed the crop against her knee cap, making Janice cry out and snap her leg to one side.
"WAAHAHHHH!"
The men watched Janice jerk and bob, her body slamming against the door again and again. They were licking their lips, wishing they could be in Assadh's place. But their uncle had paid well for this night. Jack had promised him a show, knowing fully well that this demonstration would bring his company a lot of money in the months ahead.
"UGHHHHH!"
Another backhanded blow caught Janice across the cheek. Her head snapped to the left and she choked on a stifled scream. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Opening her eyes again, she stared at Assadh and his nephews, catching sight of Jack behind the group. Oh, how she hated them all! She wished she could find the strength to kick Assadh in the balls, drive her toes straight into his groin and send him howling from the room.
"Stop it! Stop this! I hate you, hate you all! This is crazy. You can't be doing this here! The police will find you out and-"
Assadh shut her up with another sharp blow across the cheek. This one nearly drew blood. Her teeth ached while a dull throbbing assailed her head. The cuffs were chafing her wrists, reopening the wounds received that night when Jack had first tortured her. She sagged, watching Assadh tremble, the crop shaking in one hand. He stared at her tits, drew his hand back again, then slashed the crop across one nipple.
The slicing pain of the blow made her scream. She ground her teeth, hating the men bitterly. Screwing her face into a mask of pain, the woman finally managed to regain some control of herself.
"I'm enjoying this immensely," Assadh said, turning around and flashing a toothy grin at Jack.
"You bastard!" Janice muttered, feeling horror and loathing at what these men were turning her into.
"Bitch!" Assadh barked back, wheeling around and facing her with anger dancing in his black eyes. He lashed out quickly, cutting the crop over her tits with agonizing blows. The Arab seemed to know just where to inflict the most intense pain. Janice screamed and howled, her legs jerking, her body bouncing up and down. For a moment Janice thought about dying, losing her life on this horrible door.
"UGHHHHHHH!"
Laughing softly, Assadh grabbed Janice's cunt, twisting a fistful of cunt-hairs and pulling them out. It felt as if someone had lanced her pussy with a knife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Stupid cunt. Damned bitch!" Assadh cried, his face contorted with rage.
Janice had tried to kick him, driving her foot up and hitting his belly just a little above his dick and balls. Spit flecking his lips, he lashed the crop across her tits. Once more the woman struggled, dragging herself up higher. The edges of the cuffs sliced into her wrists. Janice felt her fingers going numb. The shrill power of her cries almost drowned out the Arab's obscenities.
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
Almost every part of her body had been assailed by Assadh. She was starting to feel a little numb in her arms and shoulders. When she rose upward, the strokes of his crop cut over her nipples. When her legs struggled to wrap around him, he backed away, reaching forward and twisting out yet more of her blonde cuntal curls.
He was muttering something about her being hot and wet, something the woman knew was true. In spite of all the agony and humiliation, she was turning on to this terrible scene. It was just as it had been the night before. The more pain and humiliation involved, the hotter her pussy became. As she sagged in her cuffs, Janice let out a little growl, again trying to find the right moment to drive her foot into Assadh's fat groin.
"Oh yes, yes, try to fight back," he said, jerking away from her as she kicked at him. He laughed.
Suddenly his hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Janice found herself moving her hips. Slowly, gradually, her movements slowed too, becoming counter rhythms to the Arab's hand.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Assadh's growling and cursing changed, sounding more like a cat's purr now. His whip hand became more like the hand of a lover. Oh, he was going to fuck her now! Hanging there, exhausted, throbbing with pain, Janice realized the Arab was becoming amorous, wanting now to stop his S&M tactics and fuck her. Perhaps he'd ask the others to join him, all of them fucking her at once . . . some in the ass, some in the mouth. Her thoughts were interrupted when Assadh shoved his face against her tits, licking her sore, injured nipples. "Mmmmmmm!"
In spite of her revulsion toward the Arab, Janice felt fluid running like a river of molten lava out of her cunt. She now found the bulge of his dick with one thigh. But, when she tried to knee him in the balls, she wound up only slithering her leg up the side of his stiff cock. She hated herself, hated herself for losing this battle to her own perverted sexuality! She hung like a limp rag from her cuffs, her shoulders twisting, pressing her tits against Assadh's face.
"Oh yes. Yes, she's lovely. A true find, my friend," he whispered.
Assadh pulled back, his eyes closed. Saliva trickled from his lower lip. He ground his teeth together, staring at Janice while loosening the belt around his silk robe.
Janice watched with growing horror. Her tits heaved up and down with the deep, raspy breaths she took. She turned her head to one side, watching the othr men. She groaned.
"We have only started and already you moan?" Assadh asked, shrugging the robe off his shoulders.
Janice saw his body, stared at the stretch marks, the blotches, the wrinkles and the bulge of his belly. She shivered again, amazed that she could find such a loathsome man sexually attractive. Oh, how her cunt was taking over her mind and body!
"Look how she stares at my cock. She wants it. Women like that always want a cock no matter how long, how thick, how old. They'd sit on a banana if they couldn't get a cock soon enough," Assadh said, his words exciting him.
"No, no, that's not true!" she screamed.
But it was true! Something terrible had been unleashed in her body, something that had destroyed all her former training in morality and decency. Now all she could think about was her cunt and how it could be satisfied. Janice felt her nipples, slashed and sore, pucker into stiff points.
Assadh reached down and began smoothing his fingers over his dick. She could see his balls rising up to his cock root. Black wiry hairs nearly obscured his balls.
"Ohhhhh!"
Janice's joints started to throb. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to cross her legs, hiding her pussy from Assadh's hot stare.
The Arab picked his crop off the desk again, tightening his fingers around it. Reaching up, Assadh prodded at her left tit, hefting the mass of flesh. He teased her tit, producing a shiver of sensation in her pussy that fluttered from her clit to her nipple and back again. Janice moved her butt against the door, fanning out her toes until they cramped.
Assadh walked in front of her, the tip of the crop trailing across the underswell of her tits. His cock seemed to grow a bit more, standing straighter from his groin. With a quick savage movement, Assadh slashed the crop across both nipples. The suddenness and the pain made the woman squeal like a stuck pig. Then she set her jaw, her head shaking slightly, her tits rising and falling as Assadh studied her with a mocking smile.
"Perhaps it would be fun if we all had a turn at her," he mused out loud.
Jack's ears pricked up. He'd been watching the Arab have his fun with Janice. He reached down and cupped his fingers around his dick. He wanted to strike her, to feel her body bouncing against his while pain shot through her spine. He and Assadh were brothers when it came to sexual delights. He had sensed that the moment Assadh and his nephews crossed the threshold and walked into his office.
Assadh smiled grimly at the girl. He seemed ready to say something, then changed his mind. Stepping back a little, he slashed an X across her lower belly.
"AHHHHHHH!"
It was incredible! Just when she thought her body had become immune to pain, Assadh found a vulnerable spot. Jack was right. The fat ugly little man was an expert when it came to this sort of thing.
"OHHHHH!"
Another backhanded swing of the crop over her belly nearly made her faint with pain. Janice thought she heard something in her shoulder pop. Desperately she kicked out again at Assadh. The Arab caught her ankle, pulling her away from the door and twisting her foot until she thought he was going to snap the bone. Then he flung her back, forcing her to strike the door so hard it nearly popped from its hinges. She rebounded, swaying like a broken pendulum.
"A slut like this doesn't deserve to hang like this.
Take her down, my friend. We'll all enjoy her."
Jack moved up to the door, his cock tenting up the front of his robe. Assadh held the moaning blonde this time while his American friend reached up and unfastened the cuffs.
It felt so good to have those awful things released from her chafed wrists. Glancing at the injured flesh, Janice moaned, wondering when this ordeal would end.
"Let me have her suck my cock, my friend, while my nephews can work on her cunt and asshole. You must wait again, Jack. After all, you've had more than your share, I'm sure," Assadh said, noticing the chagrin on the American's face as he lowered Janice to the floor.
"No, no, I won't do it," Janice cried, kneeling down in front of the Arab as he fingered his dick just inches away from her mouth. His two nephews had already shed their robes and were standing on either side of her.
"Perhaps she didn't have enough convincing on the door," Assadh said, his voice darkening a little. "These are like two young bulls. They haven't been with a woman in a long time. Perhaps you would like me to throw them at you. That might excite you enough to suck my dick, correct?"
"No, no! Never!"
Janice loved being defiant, spitting at him again as both Arabs drew close to her.
"Samel! Kamal! You may have her now," Assadh said, backing away.
Janice didn't know what to do. But she knew that whatever happened she'd relish it, love every last drop of cum, every inch of cockmeat.
One of the young men had pulled out a long, pliant leather strand from one of the trunks. It was no more than an inch wide and a quarter inch thick.
"I enjoy leather games," Kamal said, examining the strip of cowhide.
Janice gasped, staring down at the two hard cocks in front of her. Their pricks were narrow but long. Tightly muscled all over, they were everything their uncle was not. Janice closed her eyes and tried to get her breathing under control. She was a bitch in rut now. Nothing could disguise that. She could feel her pussy juice trickling down her thighs, feel her cuntlips peeling open, swelling apart, as her clit throbbed for more stimulation.
Kamal moved behind her, cinching her tits with the leather. He pulled so tight that her shoulders were drawn back. Her tits rose like giant ocean swells while her nipples distended. Slowly he no moved the strip of leather down, down over her belly, down until it was touching her cunt. Janice moaned.
"She likes leather games, Samel," the older nephew said.
The other young Arab had moved up front, squeezing and pinching her tits, kissing her throat, kneading her flesh with his hands while his dick rubbed back and forth over her pussy. Two cocks! Two hard, young dicks! The thought made her dizzy with excitement. All the pain she'd felt earlier disappeared in a haze of delight. She was going to get fucked by these young men. Both of them were going to drive their pricks into her juicy pussy, filling that fur-fringed hole all the way! She groaned again, backing into Kamal, feeling his cock pushing into the sweaty crack between her buttocks.
"Tie her tightly," Assadh ordered.
Both boys were on her in a second. Samel kept on kissing and pinching her. Kamal slid down, tonguing the curve of her back, slipping his tongue finally into the tight little crack of her asshole. Janice's eyes widened. His tongue was pushing into her asshole, forcing the wrinkled lips apart, touching the slick membranes of her bowels!
"Ohhhhhhh!" ill
A flash of heat raced through her body. Pre-cum oozed from Kamal's cock, smearing his dickhead. He rose, pushing his knees against the backs of her legs. As his dick slipped into her spit-slick asscrack, Janice thought about having both dicks inside her, each one matching the rhythm of the other. Two sets of balls would be rising, pumping their loads of white-hot jizz into her body! She groaned again, her legs barely able to support her. They were going to fuck her standing up!
"No! No!"
Somehow Kamal managed to keep the leather near her cunt, sawing the strip back and forth over her cuntlips, then pulling it to one side. Samel was pressing his cock against her belly, gluing his lips to hers and driving his tongue down into her throat while reaching up and pinching her tits hard. He rolled those nipples around and around, squeezing them so hard that he made Janice squeal again and again. Pre-cum smeared her belly as he hunched down, grabbed his cock and slowly pushed it into her cunt.
Janice cried out, whipping her hips back and forth to draw him in deeper. As she writhed and bucked, the leather began working into her cunt. Samel grunted something to his cousin, telling him to take the strip out of her pussy.
But Janice wanted it in, wanted the strand of leather and his dick working into her sloppy hole. Kamal loosened his grip, letting his cousin slip both his cock and part of the leather strip into Janice's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
The woman couldn't tell if she were standing or lying down. The world whirled around her at a dizzying pace as she gasped for breath. The strip of leather cut into her pussy, sawing closer and closer to her clit with each jerk of her hips. Samel was fucking her, pumping his long, thin dick into her pussy, groaning as she saw his cockhead shoving more of the leather into her hole.
Janice moaned long and loud, French kissing the young Arab fucking her.
"Fuck her in the ass, Kamal. Fuck her now," Samel groaned.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck me there," Janice echoed, her voice low, raspy.
Kamal grabbed her by the hipbones, arching back while digging his knees into her legs. Janice could feel his rigid dick stalk shoving hard against her asshole. The pistoning prick in her pussy was enough to make her relax. There was a moment of achey pain when her sphincter tightened. Then suddenly it relaxed, admitting Kamal's cock without any trouble. "UNGHHHHH!"
It seemed as if all her assguts were being shoved to one side, bunched up into knots while Kamal's cock plowed into the virgin territory. Normally it would have taken much more time for Janice to get used to a hard butt-fucking. But the fire in her pussy raged uncontrolled, making almost any kind of violation a pleasure.
"Oh, oh! OHHHHHHH!"
Samel was fucking like a maniac, his powerful fucking blows nearly knocking her and Kamal back onto their butts. Finally both boys managed to get their rhythms together, driving their cocks in and out simultaneously.
"UGNHHHHH!"
The double fucking was a sensation Janice would never forget. Her mind exploded with a shattering violence while her clit throbbed dangerously close to orgasm. They were knocking the wind out of her, their sweaty flesh squeaking against hers every time they thrust forward. At times the woman could feel Kamal's balls swinging up against her buttocks while Samel's balls nestled into the V of her pussy. She grew dizzier. Every hole was invaded. And what was even more wonderful was the pounding brutality ripping through her cunt, her ass, her entire body. She felt the two young Arabs tensing, muttering something unintelligible in their foreign tongue. "UGHHHHHHH!"
Kamal was the first to shoot, bending forward and biting the back of her neck. His cousin fell quickly into line, circling his arms tightly around her waist and sticking his tongue down her throat while firing wads of sticky jizz into her cunt.
"Nooooooo!"
Janice fell to pieces, cumming with an atomic-like violence. She was being batted back and forth between the two men, feeling their cocks throbbing inside her, filling her up with their creamy spunk. The fucking seemed, in a strange way, to give her new life. Let them fuck her silly. She'd survive. She'd even grow stronger.
Both Arabs retreated and left her alone. Then Janice sagged to her knees, wiping the cum off her thighs, then holding both hands over her mouth and moaning softly while her silky hair curtained her face.
"You've done well, boys," Assadh said. "Now it's time for the woman to entertain me. But, first, before I have her suck my dick, I have another idea. Get her up."
His nephews acted quickly, hooking their hands under Janice's arms and hauling her to her feet.
"Take her into the bathroom and put her in the tub. This one, my friend, you can join in," Assadh said, chuckling nastily and following his nephews.
They dragged Janice to her next ordeal.
CHAPTER NINE
"UGHH!"
The two young men had used little ceremony in dumping her into the bathtub. Janice struck her head against the tiled wall, her fingers clawing at the cold smooth surface. She slipped on the tub floor, nearly hitting her head on the faucets. Steadying herself, she looked up at the men standing by the side.
The two young Arabs were no longer there. Jack was standing there, his trousers down to his knees.
He was fiddling with his dick, scratching his balls, while Assadh was smiling down at her.
"Now, child, I want you to stay still. Don't move, whatever you do. If you do, you'll go right back to the door, understand?"
Janice nodded her head, wondering what they were planning for her. Kneeling like this in the tub, she felt cum oozing out of her cunthole and her shitter. She braced herself with one hand, then remembered Assadh's warning. She had to stay still, no movement, nothing! Sighing deeply, she braced herself for what was next.
"Now, my dear, open your eyes and look at me . . . look at both of us," Assadh added.
Opening her eyes obediently, Janice realized in a flash what the two men were planning for her. They were going to piss on her, to spray their vile urine all over her body. Panic registered in her eyes. She shifted her gaze to Jack's fat cock, then moved her eyes up to his face. He was laughing silently at her, his mocking smile burning into her soul. He braced his body against the side of the tub while spreading his legs farther apart.
Janice swallowed hard, tilting her head back, feeling her hair brushing over her shoulders. Her knees hurt as she waited for this terrible degradation. us
"Ahhhhhh . . . "
The urine started. Assadh was first, directing the intensity of his stream slowly at her throat. Janice winced, doing her best not to move. She bit her lower lip until she could taste blood, her skin crawling with revulsion as the hot stream moved down, down to her cunt. Her knees were slipping on the piss.
"UNGHHHH!"
Janice closed her eyes again, sucking in a deep breath as the hot yellow stream cascaded over her flat belly. More piss spilled over the mound of her lower belly, filling her navel, then trickling down to her pussy. It slicked her cunt curls, tickled her labia, splashed over her white fleshy thighs. The warm pool of piss grew larger around her ass and knees, making her feel as if she were kneeling in a toilet. Already a smell was making her nostrils quiver in revulsion.
"Don't move," Jack warned.
His piss stream began. He worked his urine over her hair then down the side of her neck. Janice was afraid they were going to make her drink the vile liquid.
Janice shut her eyes, biting her lips again to keep from crying out with frustration and rage. The thin hot spray stung her nipples, slicked down the deep valley between her tit tips. She felt urine splash on her chin. No, she couldn't take this any longer. She wiped her fingers over her mouth, cupping the palm over her lips to fight down the gagging.
"No, no, this isn't what I want. Jack, you've got to talk to the girl. I want her to kneel quietly. She had her fun back there," Assadh said in a complaining voice.
"Listen, do you want to go back to that fuckin' door? Baby, I've got branding irons and a whole lot more waiting for you, if you don't pull through for me now. Understand?" Jack whispered in her ears, pulling her hair back painfully so hard that her head snapped up.
"Yes," she said in a tight voice. "Yes. Yes! YES!"
Her wail bounced off the wall, the echo of a tortured woman. She dug her fingernails into her thighs, wondering how on earth she was going to keep from throwing up while they kept pissing on her.
"Better," Assadh said, calming down somewhat.
Janice regained control of herself. Her hands came down. Her face was calm except for a barely noticeable twitch of the lip. The double stream started for a bit, then stopped again. Janice sighed.
She blinked, waiting for more terrible things to happen.
"Sit still," Assadh warned, moving away from the tub.
She watched without moving her head as the Arab took out two water glasses from the cabinet and filled them with cold water. He handed one to Jack and drank the other. The two men repeated this again and again, consuming at least five glasses of water.
"UGH!"
The tub was beginning to smell like an open sewer. She didn't know if she could take much more of this. What Jack and the nephews had done to her earlier was one thing-it was robust, male, animalistic. It was a series of acts that made her cunt hot, stimulated her clit. But this was something she wasn't prepared for.
Jack covered his mouth and coughed while Assadh moved back to the edge of the tub. Janice shivered, waiting for the next stream of piss.
"We start again," Assadh said, holding his stubby fat dick in one hand while scratching his fat ass with the other.
He was positioned as if he were about to attack her. His legs were spread apart with his dickhead pointing directly at her heaving belly. Looking up, she saw his balls. She'd seen balls like that before. She knew it meant that his cum was bubbling inside, ready to be fired out.
"Ohhhh yesss . . . " Assadh sighed as the first droplets shot out from his piss slit.
Janice closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She felt like vomiting. Both men were pissing on her, moving their dual streams toward her face. She felt the urine spattering on her nipples, wetting down all parts of her body. Then it got stronger, the pressure of piss increasing as the spray neared her face.
"No!"
It started, the final horror of her torment. Both men directed the intensity of their individual streams at her face. Janice couldn't hold back any longer. She slipped back, falling on her ass while she covered her face protectively with both hands. The men were displeased at first, then amused as she slid on her ass over the slick piss coating the bottom of the tub.
"UHHHH!"
Twice the woman tried to climb out. But each time Jack knocked her back in, swearing, directing the piss at her eyes again and forcing her to let out a choked scream of disgust and rage.
"Maybe I should shit on her. That certainly would teach her obedience."
The words rang in her ears.
"I won't . . . won't . . . "
The woman became hysterical, hooking her fingers over the rim of the tub and pulling herself out. Jack stood there, grabbing a towel off the rack and throwing it into her face. Assadh was staring at her wide-eyed, surprised at her sudden defiance.
"Wipe yourself up. You're filthy," Jack said, wrinkling up his nose.
"You're all horrible men . . . hateful! Damn you all!" she screamed, hugging the towel tightly to her naked body.
Assadh and Jack laughed, reaching around and swatting her playfully on the buttocks as she stepped from the bathroom. For the next few minutes Janice was the butt of all their filthy comments. The two nephews refused to come near her once they learned their uncle had touched her. Apparently they knew his tastes all too well. Finally Jack let her back into the bathroom where she washed down the piss-slicked surface of the tub, then stepped in and rinsed the filth from her skin.
"All right, Janice, we're through with you. You can go now," Jack said, reaching in his trouser pocket and fishing out his wallet. He stuck a twenty-dollar bill in her hand for cab fare. "I don't think I want to see you again . . . at least, for a while," he added as she dressed. "I don't like my women pissed on."
Janice wanted to strike them. But all she could do was gasp in relief. Perhaps he'd leave her alone. She'd quit tomorrow or the next day. She'd get her daughter out of that school and leave town, leave this terrible man and hope she could forget what he had taught her about herself.
Zipping up her dress, the woman slipped her shoes on, then brushed her still-wet hair. The Arabs were huddled over in a corner when she moved to the front door, holding her purse closely to her body. Assadh had slipped his robe back on while his two nephews had already dressed. One looked up and smiled, adjusting his tie and nodding at her. Janice felt a flush on her face and dropped her eyes.
"You won't get those pictures back for a while," Jack said, taking her by the arm and holding her tightly. "I keep 'em around for insurance, just in case someone gets funny ideas about talking about me and my friends, understand?"
Janice understood all too well. She nodded quickly, pulling away from him, hoping he'd open the door so she could leave this hell hole.
"Let me go."
Jack unbolted the door, then shoved her out into the corridor. The door slammed behind her. Janice stood in the brightly lit hall for several seconds, feeling her face, not believing she'd escaped from them. Her body ached terribly. Her shoulders and legs throbbed when she moved. The woman stopped, stretching out one arm and supporting herself against the wall. She should go to a hospital and have them look at her. But they'd want to know how she'd gotten so beat up. Any story would incite interest . . . an interest Janice didn't want. And then there was her daughter. What would Emily think? No, she'd find a taxi and get back to her house and pray that Jack never did this to her again. Groaning as she thought about those photos showing her cunt split open while she was bound hand and foot to his bed, Janice started walking again, stumbling toward the exit.
* * *
Emily hung up the phone. Brad had been on the other end talking dirty, telling her how much he wanted to fuck her. He and his friend Pat were together tonight and wanted her to come over for a little fun.
Emily stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of herself. Her mother was late again, probably working at the office, caring more about her job than about her. No one seemed to care about her, no one except Brad and Pat. The party was only a few days away. But they wanted her to come over now. Brad's parents were gone again.
A chill swept over her flesh, making her nipples stand out against her bra. She thought of the first time Brad had fucked her, about how awful she felt when Pat stepped in, then how quickly she warmed to their mutual fucking. Was there something sick, something wrong and perverted about the way she felt? Did all women feel this kind of excitement at one time or another in their lives? Did her mother? No, that was absurd. No, her mother was nothing more than a sterile woman who'd forgotten the fun of having good, healthy fuck sessions.
"Ohhh."
Emily rubbed her arms briskly, picking up a pen and writing a brief note to her mother. She'd make sure the boys got her home before midnight.
". . . at Jackie's tonight for study . . . " Emily said out loud, finishing the note and placing it on the television set. Her mother never spied on her. She'd never call up her good friend Jackie and check up on her.
After setting the note on the television set Emily walked to the phone, her fingers trembling. Should she make the call? It seemed so forward, something a slut would do. Still . . . "Yeah?"
It was Pat's voice. Emily's courage failed her for the moment. She felt her chest tighten. She had to sit down.
"It's Emily," she said in a whisper, the receiver slipping over her hot ear. She brushed aside her hair, crossing her legs as she felt her cunt swelling open. Juice was starting to seep out again, wetting down the tight little blonde curls of her pussy. Her thighs alternately chilled and flashed hot.
"Hey, man, you comin' over? There's a couple 'a hot cocks waitin' for you and-"
"Don't talk to me like that," Emily said, her face flashing red.
"You didn't mind it a little while ago when we were sticking our cocks into you," Pat said, his voice breaking into a low chuckle.
"That was different," she protested, wondering if she was so wise to have called. The girl was thinking about hanging up when Brad took the phone.
"I'll come over to pick you up. We're gonna have ourselves a little party . . . better 'n the one I've gone and planned for Wednesday."
There was a click followed by the dial tone. Emily hung up and sat quietly in the big hall, staring at the living room furniture, wondering if she'd done the right thing. What if her mother came home? What if the boys spilled the beans right there, telling her mother how hot and sluttish her daughter really was?
Emily brushed those thoughts aside, rising from the chair and standing in front of the full-length hall mirror. Yes, she could see why Pat and Brad were so anxious for her to come over. Like her mother, she was getting what men and women called a "full figure." Her big tits were firm and high-riding, pushing against the tight-fitting blouse she'd thrown on earlier. Like most of the young girls Emily wore no bra, another thing that caused her mother no small amount of worry. Now Emily could almost see her nipples, stiff and long, poking through the material.
Lost in thought, the young teenager didn't hear Brad's car as it pulled up in front of her house. The sound of approaching footsteps, however, brought her back to her senses.
"Ohhhh . . . " The knocking at the door made her jump. Emily hesitated for only a moment.
"Ready?" Brad asked.
She nodded her head, flashing a last look behind her, then moving quickly out of the house. She locked the door as Brad stood behind her, feeling her arms, sliding his fingers down to her ass.
"The neighbors . . . " she warned, flashing him an angry look.
"If they want to get off watchin', that's their problem," he said, flashing her a broad grin, then taking her by the arm and leading her back to the car.
Emily slid into the car seat and slammed the door shut. Brad climbed in shortly afterward, patting her on the knee, then started the car.
All the way to his home they said very little. Each one was conscious of the other, aware of each other's heavy, shallow breathing. Emily, at times, thought he was going to reach over and start feeling her. God knows that was the reason why they were going over to his house. There wasn't even the barest pretext about having a study date or going over to listen to records. Brad was picking her up for a fuck session. And she was more than willing to go! With that thought circling around and around in her head, Emily sat quietly as the car sped toward Brad's home.
CHAPTER TEN
They spent little time talking. Pat was already half dressed when they walked into the all-too-familiar recreation room. His belt buckle was undone and his Levi's opened.
Emily felt like a whore being paid to service these two young studs. Again she thought about leaving. But when she saw the young man shove his pants down and reveal his long, thick dick, she gave up those thoughts. Yes, she was cock-happy, a woman who couldn't stop taking dicks up between her legs whenever she found them. Hearing Brad locking the front door, Emily smiled, sitting down on the sofa where Brad had first fucked her and pulled her skirt modestly past her knees. They would start soon, start their fucking spree. She wondered if she'd be able to walk well after this. "Get up!" Brad said.
Both men were approaching her. Emily reached back, getting up, moving behind the sofa. It was a game, that was all. Why did she feel uneasy, then? Was that part of the scene, all this make-believe? Surely nothing ominous could happen here! All right, she'd play along, give them terrified looks, even scream and take the chance that the neighbors would hear.
"No, no . . . " she whimpered, looking behind her, digging her fingernails into the sofa cushions.
"Man, she's hot. I can smell her from here," Pat said.
"Yeah, good, hot pussy, hot enough to fry up a few cocks," Brad said, pulling his shirt from his trousers.
Emily gasped, seeing that familiar broad, hairy chest in front of her. She remembered how his chest felt sanding across her nipples. Yes, it would feel good having those young studs fucking her.
"Gotcha!"
Pat lunged forward, holding her by the wrist, dragging her from behind the sofa.
"No, no, don't . . . I didn't think we'd go this fast," she cried, feeling her pussy heat up like a blast furnace. She could barely keep her knees stiff as they pulled her to the center of the room. She saw Pat's arm flash out and down. There was a tugging on her skirt. Before she knew what he had done, she felt his hand rubbing over her thighs, heading for her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Hear that? I can't tell if she's scared or she's hot," Pat said.
"A little of both," Brad answered. "Sure sounds hot to me, though. Stick your finger up her cunt and find out."
"No, no! No!" Emily gasped, clenching her legs tightly together. She trapped Pat's hands between her knees and cunt.
"Wow! Feel that grip!" he muttered. "Man, she does that when we fuck her. Bet she can't wait 'til we stick a dick up her snatch."
"She practically cried the last time I fucked her. Right, bitch?" Brad asked, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting her head back.
Emily groaned out an answer, feeling Pat's fingers inch up toward her pussy. Her body was burning with his touch. Brad moved behind her now, holding her tightly while pushing his Levi's down to free his cock. She sighed, feeling his cock press into her ass. That sensation made her push back into him.
"Hey, man," Brad laughed, "she's pushin' away from your hand and it's gonna make me cum all over her ass. Take it easy."
Emily was hotter than before. Instantly she reversed directions so she was hunching against Pat's exploring hand as he moved it up between her legs.
"We got a good thing going," Pat said. "Now she's shovin' forward onto my hand like she wanted it up her cunt. That's just what I'm gonna give her now-a few fingers inside her cunt. Ever been finger-fucked before?"
"Probably that's the only thing she hasn't had up her snatch," Brad said.
Emily listened to their obscene conversation, excited as hell by their words and actions. She pumped her ass backward and forward as if she were trying to get away from them. It was fun, this little game of bondage. With each movement she let Pat slide his hand a little closer to her cunt. The juice was running so thick from her hot hole that it was coating her blonde fur and starting to ooze down her legs.
"Hey, I run into something wet and slippery!" Pat cried out.
"If she's runnin' that hot, she's ready for a real fucking," Brad said, his voice shaking with emotion and lust.
"Yeah, she's real hot," Pat breathed.
Emily could feel her nipples growing erect as Brad circled her with one arm and started pinching her tits. The strength of his muscles made her want to rub her tits against them. But she held still, letting him rub her tits instead.
"Oh no, no! NO!"
Emily cried out as she felt two of Pat's fingers slip into her hot pussy. The sensation of two fingers gliding past her fat lips was enough to make her beg for their dicks. Instead she wiggled around as if she were trying to get away. All part of the game, she told herself.
"Yeah, hot enough to barbecue our dicks," Pat said, pulling out his hand.
Then the girl felt his fingers press under her nose and the smell of her fresh, hot pussy wafted in. She took a deep breath, stiffened, then tried to break away again. She was really frightened this time when she smelled herself. Could she have that kind of odor? Was she so hot that she couldn't control herself? Oh God, she was so hot she could have slid down onto her knees and sucked a shitty dick!
"Hey, you think she'd rather smell my cock?" Brad asked, still keeping his tight hold on her.
"Yeah, why not? Shit, she's smelled us before. This ought to trigger her off real fine," Pat said, working his hand up and down her thighs.
Emily felt Brad working his hand down between his cock and her ass. He was twisting it around and around. Then she felt it sliding back up. Soon he was cupping his fingers around her nose, nearly choking her! Sucking in a deep breath, she smelled it, smelled his cock!
"Noooo! Please, no, no!" Emily cried, twisting and kicking.
"Hey, man, she's hotter 'n hell. Let's get going before I cum all over her," Brad said, tightening his grip on Emily.
Emily felt them propel her toward the sofa. While Brad kept his dick-scented fingers clasped over her mouth, she felt Pat unzip her skirt and pull it down over her ass. As her naked hips slipped across Brad's cock, she felt him hunch into her, trying to get his dick between her legs. Shifting slightly, she let his dickhead work between her smooth soft thighs and inch in toward her cunt.
When he started twisting and grinding behind her, she wiggled back. Suddenly his cock worked its way through and was shoving up toward her cuntlips.
"NOOOOOO!"
Emily cried out as the thick throbbing head of Brad's cock got to her hot hole and was shoved in.
It was wild! It was wonderful! Brad moaned behind her, grinding his hips convulsively. Hunching forward as strongly as he could, he got his shaft two inches into her cunt. Gripping her around the waist, he started fucking her doggie style. His thick long cock shoved between her cuntlips in short, rapid strokes as he pressed forward, trying to get the girl to bend over.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Pat suddenly asked. "I thought you were going to try to get some head when she got here."
"Uhhhh, fuck!" Brad cried out. "Can't help it. When this bitch gets goin', I can't stop . . . ugh-hhhhhh!"
Brad was going out of his mind. He could feel his balls tightening, feel the hot cum boiling out of his sac and burning up toward his dickhead. He thought he'd be able to control himself, stop any desire to cum until he'd put Emily through her paces. But he was fucking her like some common alley dog. He loved the way her cuntal sheath pulled tight against his pistoning dick.
"Man, this slut's making me cum!"
"No! NOOOO!"
Emily was just starting to feel pleasure. Her clit was beating like a struck tuning fork while her pussy muscles were cramping, forcing her cunt-walls to grab tightly onto his cock. He couldn't be leaving her like this, high and dry, to take care of herself while he got off!
"UGHHHHHH!"
Emily heard his pants and groans. She bent forward. As she felt his cock sliding deeper into her pussy, she fell forward, supporting herself on her hands as she hit the sofa. As soon as she was bent over, she felt Brad shove his hairy groin hard up against her ass and fuck into her tightly. Her cunt felt his cockhead slide in on a film of thick oil. His cock jerked rapidly in and out while his fingertips dug hard into her flesh.
"NOOOO!" Emily cried out as she pushed her ass back. She didn't want him to cum too fast. But, from the way he was hunching, she knew it would only be a few more strokes before he shot his jizz up her cunt.
"Get it on, man!" Pat said. "Get that pussy hot. I'll slide in on your cum and fuck her 'til she shoots."
"Now, no . . . gonna . . . oh fuck, gonna shoooot!" Brad cried, shoving his throbbing cock as far up Emily as he could get it. His nuts cut loose, pumping thick creamy knots of jizz into her sucking pussy.
The blonde teen thought she was going to go crazy. She could feel Brad's cum spattering against her pussy walls, spraying on her clit, filling up her hole, then spilling out onto her thighs.
"OHHHHHH!"
Her pussy wrapped tightly around Brad's cock and worked all the hot jizz out. Her clit was stirred almost halfway to a climax. She felt him shudder against her back, hold onto her for a few seconds. And then the shooting stopped.
"Too fuckin' much," Brad said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. "I haven't fucked doggie style for months. Em, you're too fuckin' good. I'm gonna get it on with you tonight like you ain't ever had it before."
"Hey," Pat said. "Let's get her blouse off. I wanna suck on her tits while I fuck her."
"Leave me alone!" she panted as she felt Brad loosen his grip.
"I'll hold her. You get her blouse off," Brad told Pat when he got his breath back. "She's hot, I can tell you that. But she still wants to play the virgin. Christ, you'd think we hadn't fucked her a couple of nights ago."
Emily maneuvered so that Pat could get her blouse off without too much trouble. Her tits were ready for his sucking and her cunt was hot for more cock. The sweet smell of fucking hung in the room like a perfume. Emily could feel Pat's hard body pressing into her as he grabbed her. She threw her arms around his neck and rubbed her tits against his chest. Yes, this was going to be one hell of an evening, their own private party as Brad had promised her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Emily could feel his cock pushing up against her body just a few inches above her cunt.
"Man, she's so fuckin' hot, she's going nuts," Brad commented.
Emily shoved back against Pat, opening her mouth wide against his attack when he dropped his mouth onto hers. She pushed her tongue against his. His head pressed down against her, crushing her lips, working back and forth, sucking her into him greedily. Suddenly she felt him pushing her back toward the sofa again. Her knees hit the edge of the cushions and she started to fall. Without waiting, he pushed her legs apart and crawled between them. Emily could feel his cock jabbing at her cunt. He shoved forward harder, working right into her pussy. She felt his shaft hit the load of cum from Brad's cock, then slide quickly, deep, deep into the depths of her hot snatch. The thickness and hardness of his dick thrilled her and made her pussy walls buckle in from her overload of sexual heat. His dickflesh shoved against her slick pussy membranes. Oh, how delicious it was to have him fucking her like this, reaming her out, getting her hot enough to hunch back against him.
"Want me to stop now? Want me to pull it out and leave you high?"
"Nooooooo!" she begged, scissoring her legs tightly around his lower back and drawing him in harder.
"Then take it, bitch. Take my cock, fuck it on out, get my cum!"
Pat kept grunting, shoving his cock deep inside her clutching, wet tunnel. His tight-skinned meat slid in on a film of his buddy's cum that was mixed with her pussy juice. His own fuck oil was running thick, coating both his cock and her cunt. His hairy butt shoved down quickly, sending his meat steaming in and out of her cunt as fast as he could make it go.
"HUHHHHHR! HUHHHHHRRRR!"
"Slow it down, man. You don't wanna blow it all right away like I did," Brad advised as he lay down on the big sofa to watch them.
Emily could smell his pussy-soaked cock near her face. He had stretched out so his dick was close to her mouth. As she felt Pat shoving his cock deep into her cunt, she turned her head and opened her mouth wide. She wanted that shaft between her lips. Oh, if only she could reach it, wrap her fingers around it and draw it into her mouth!
"UNNGHHHHH!"
"Take it baby, take it!" Pat growled, shoving his dick into her with one long stroke.
"UGNHHHHHHHHH! MORE! MORE!" she cried shamelessly as she felt her pussy fill up with juice. Her clit was dangerously close to shooting.
"You want this in your mouth?" Brad asked, sliding a little closer and pushing his limp cock between her lips. "Then suck it hard, slut. Get it good and hard, so I can shoot it in your throat while you're gettin' it in your damned cunt!"
Emily tasted his cum as it washed over her tongue. The salty, bleachy jizz melted down her throat, causing her to hunch frantically against
Pat's thrusts. Her pussy was bubbling, boiling up to a climax.
Emily sucked on Brad, feeling his cock get harder, longer, thicker. She was actually doing it, sucking on a man while getting fucked!
Pat turned his head, watching his buddy's cock disappear between Emily's full lips. Looking closely, he could see the outline of the bulbous head appear in her throat. Then it pushed farther down as Brad held Emily's head and shoved his cock into her mouth as hard as he could.
"SHIT!"
Pat was fascinated. Then he tried to time his fucking to Brad's cock pushing in and out of her mouth. He had to slow down his strokes. That saved the girl from getting her load off before she wanted to. She was turning on to a sexual high, one she never had before. Having two guys working on her body at the same time was what she wanted to last all night. Yes, Pat and Brad, Brad and Pat! Their faces blurred together as each one fucked her hard and fast. Her cunt worked and squeezed on Pat's cock as she felt it slow down. His strokes became longer, deeper, slower, while she felt Brad trying to cram all his cock down her throat. She took all the dick she could. When she was strangling on cockmeat, she would let out a choked cry and Brad would back down, groaning with impatience until Emily sucked in enough air for him to begin again.
Emily tightened up her pussy a little more, squeezing Pat's cock as it slipped into her cunt on the downstroke. She could feel the head as it worked its way deep into her pussy. The membranes snapped shut on the swollen, hard meat while she raised her legs up and wrapped them around Pat's waist. The second she got them hooked around him, she felt his cock shove farther inside her. The hard shaft began pistoning wildly, rubbing continually against her clit. Emily groaned, pressing her tongue against Brad's cock, wanting to feel him cum soon in her mouth. Oh, she knew this was awful, degrading! To be fucked like this and without even giving a struggle was foul! But she couldn't help herself.
"Give it to her!" Brad was grunting as he started shoving his dick down her throat.
Emily felt Pat start his action too. His hips shoved hard and fast. His cock careened into her pussy like a rocket. As her pussy spasms became stronger, she groaned, feeling herself teetering on the brink of climax. Her orgasm was so close she was afraid to move. Then suddenly she felt Brad's cock start throbbing deep in her throat. Shoving her head down tight, she sucked hard, feeling the jizz gush out. At the same time she could feel Pat's hot dick quiver inside her cunt and start pumping out its load.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Emily felt her hot, sore, stretched cunt explode. Her climax came on so strong she nearly fainted. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought it was coming loose. The girl's cuntal walls gripped Pat's dick, milking it twice for each time the fat rod throbbed. As his cum shot into her, Emily swallowed the load pouring out of Brad's cock. Finally they all lay still, catching their breaths.
"Too fuckin' much," Brad said, laughing while passing one hand over his forehead.
"Shit, she's the best fuck I've ever had," Pat exclaimed, drawing his softening dick out of Emily's clutching pussy.
"She's about the only fuck you've had, creep," Brad joked, hitting his buddy playfully on the shoulder.
Emily didn't say a thing. She was mentally wrestling with her sense of guilt. Yes, she enjoyed what had happened to her. Wiping the cum off her lips, she sat up, resting her head on Brad's knee as he hummed softly to himself. But could she keep doing this, letting them fuck her whenever they wanted?
Questions like those would be put off until much later. Both Brad and Pat had other ideas for her. They all rested for nearly a half hour, hardly saying a word. Then Pat crawled over Emily, reaching down and squeezing her pussy. The boys were whispering something. The next thing Emily knew Pat was holding her while Brad scrambled to his feet, walked to the desk and pulled out several pieces of rope. Her hands were tied behind her back as she protested wildly.
"Stop it! God in heaven, stop it!"
"On your knees, bitch!" Brad growled.
Emily was pushed to her knees. Brad disappeared again. Pat said nothing, running his fingers through her hair while chuckling to himself. Brad came back with a strange contraption. At first Emily thought it was some kind of strange-looking mobile. He stood on a nearby chair, attaching this instrument to a hook driven into the low ceiling of the recreation room. Emily stared at two parallel, stainless steel bars, about a foot long, with hanging ropes and sturdy pieces of line. At the ends of each length of rope were steel rings.
"Made this thing in shop thinkin' about broads with big tits. Always wanted to use it. Baby, I think you're one who'll dig this."
Emily could see that the rings were expandable, one pair slightly smaller than the other. Pat held her as Brad attached the larger rings around the base of her tits. As she leaned back toward the floor, her tits rose up from her chest, finally standing nearly straight up and pointing to the ceiling. The blonde screamed, shaking her head violently from side to side when Brad squeezed the rings so tightly that her tits swelled and her nipples puckered.
"AHHYYYEEEE!"
Again the girl cried out as she felt the rings squeeze tightly. The metal pinched her flesh. Finally Brad attached the set of rings to an outer set of bands closest to her nipples.
"Get down," Brad said, shoving her toward the floor.
The more she leaned back, the more her tits stretched.
"N-nooooooo!"
Emily gasped, looking up at her tits, watching them elongate as Brad shoved her down. Emily panicked, desperately trying to break free. The young men shoved her back down, laughing at her, making her tits stretch.
Pat now helped his buddy, forcing the girl back until her ass were almost resting on her heels. The bands became slightly loose and Emily hoped the rings would slip off her tits.
But the boys were prepared. As Pat held her down, Brad tightened the rings. Throbs of agony shot through the girl. No, no, this couldn't be happening.
"Drink my piss, baby," Brad snarled.
Emily stared at him in horror, seeing the young stud holding his dick and aiming it toward her mouth. Little did she know her mother had had to endure the same kind of horror.
"Nooooooo!"
Her scream ended in a choked cry as a yellow stream splashed across her tits. She gagged, twisting her head away, shivering, feeling bile rising in her throat as more of the vile urine splashed over her face, her thighs, her body.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Pat moved quickly, changing places with Brad. The stretching, the pain, the humiliation were nearly overwhelming. Groaning, Emily collapsed into a half-faint, mocking laughter ringing in her ears.
By the end of this little scene, she'd fainted twice. She was beyond tears of outrage. No one would believe her-that Pat and Brad had suddenly gone off the deep end like this. After they'd had their fun, they quickly cleaned up the rug, making sure she didn't move to spill more piss onto the throw rug than was already there.
Washed up, Emily weakly dressed, wondering at the sudden violence that had engulfed her.
"Remember that party Wednesday night," Brad said, slapping her on the ass.
"Yeah, you'll be the hit of the place," Pat said, offering to drive her home.
Emily looked back, stopping and watching Brad unhooking that terrible device that had hurt her tits. She felt her tits, wincing at the light touch.
"Inside," Pat said, gesturing toward his car.
She rode in silence, climbing out of his car and scrambling up the path toward the front door. She wouldn't let him follow her. No one would!
Janice was home when her daughter burst into the living room out of breath. Emily managed to keep from screaming, slamming the door behind her and locking it.
"Late again?" Janice said, barely able to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks. She'd been crying hysterically ever since she got out of the cab and ran into her house. She'd showered several times, still feeling that piss splashing over her skin after having been fucked and beaten brutally. Thank God, her daughter looked somewhat distracted and didn't notice her uneasiness.
"Study. I'm tired, I'll talk in the morning," Emily said, racing for the stairs while feeling as if she were going to vomit.
"Emily. When you come down tomorrow, I want to talk to you about moving. I think I might have another job offer and . . . "
"That sounds fine, Mother. I don't mind," Emily shouted down from the top of the stairs, feeling relief wash over her. She'd have to sleep a long time to catch up on the exhaustion now sweeping over her.
Janice held her head and tried to drive out the erotic thoughts whirling around her mind. It was all over. The whole, sick episode was over! Never again would she let herself slip. She'd be the model mother. The images of Jack's dick still torturing her would fade in time, she was sure. And, thank God, none of this sickness touched her daughter Emily!
