One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment." Whether it be cops pursuing robbers or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Linda Dennis and her mother are the victims of such people. Innocent of any crime against man, they nevertheless find themselves tortured and abused.
ROPED AND RAPED VIRGIN is the shocking story of the ordeals of a mother and her daughter. An ordeal that any family might face one day.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes wide with horror as two bikers jerked David up by the shoulders and threw him against the wall. She shook her head, holding her fingers to her mouth, staring at her newly found boyfriend as he slid with a groan to the dirty cabin floor. Things like this just didn't happen to ordinary people! Then, realizing the bikers were staring at her naked blonde pussy fur, the teenager dropped her hands to cover her cunt.
"What's the matter, baby? Shy? You weren't so fuckin' shy a couple of minutes ago."
Linda stared mutely at the intruders, the blood draining from her face. Only seconds ago she and David Barrington were in bed, their arms and legs tangled deliciously together. It had taken her all this time to decide whether or not to go to bed with him. For months he'd been after her, pleading with her, even begging her to let him fuck her. Of course, Linda refused, remembering how her mother told her only good girls wound up married, giving their husbands the greatest gift in the world-their cherries.
But David was so good-looking and so kind. Surely he wouldn't hurt her. And surely the world wasn't so cruel as to keep her from having a good life simply because she was no longer a virgin.
So David picked her up early in the morning, just around the corner from her house. They'd cut school that day, forging parental excuses. Meanwhile, they'd be up at his dad's cabin in Idyllwild, some forty miles east of Los Angeles. It was late fall. No one would be there, and they'd have the entire day to make love. It sounded so deliciously evil, so wonderful Linda couldn't resist.
When she climbed in the car that morning, the girl's heart was beating like a triphammer. All the way to that wooded spot, Linda couldn't say a word. She kept her eyes lowered, feeling her face flush hot whenever David glanced over at her. Several times she nearly told him to turn around, Linda thought of her mother and how she trusted her. But then she thought of her own powerful feelings, sensations that had become overwhelming in the past few months. How much longer could she lie in bed at night, naked and alone, feeling her clit burning like a glowing jewel-and not being able to stop it?
She kept thinking of David, of what he could do to ease her tension. The girls at school told her about boys, about how big their cocks became and how good it felt to have something that hard and hot inside. Linda giggled, feeling her flesh crawl while her pussy walls buckled from sexual heat. She juiced in her panties, thinking of David, of the way he looked at her all through geography class, of the roll of cockmeat she saw swelling against his Levi's whenever he stared too long at her.
When they arrived at the cabin, they made stupid conversation for a while, wondering what to do next. After some protestations, Linda found herself in David's arms. He was kissing her passionately, rubbing his six-inch cock up and down over her bare belly while kneading her taut ass. Suddenly, there was a kicking, crashing sound. The next thing she knew, these strange men were in the room throwing David against the wall, knocking him half conscious.
"Wh-who are you?" Linda stammered.
"Move your hands, cunt," the tallest biker said, scratching his beard.
He looked awful! There were particles of dirt or leaves-or something-in both his hair and beard. He was dirty and smelled. Tall, broad-chested as well as pot-bellied, he let out a burp, flashing her a yellow-toothed smile when she refused to do as he said.
"Baby, I told you to move your fuckin' hands or I'll break 'em off."
Linda's eyes went wide. She tried hiding her tits with her upper arms, drawing them together. The biker reached down and pulled out a deadly-looking hunting knife from a leather holster. His lips twitched toward a sneering smile.
"NO!" David shouted, scrambling past the biker's arm and standing between him and Linda.
"I'll take care of him, Jack," the second stud said, pulling out a handgun and smashing the butt against the teen's head. The young man spun around, letting out a groan. Linda screamed, jumping forward and stretching out one arm to catch him.
"Stupid kid," the lead biker said, jerking one knee up and catching David in the belly. He doubled up, retching at the other biker's feet.
Linda slid back, feeling another scream building up inside. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air. She elbow-crawled back, her heels dragging back some of the sheet. Finally she could go no farther, feeling the headboard blocking her progress. A trail of cunt juice stained the white top sheet under her. Linda wanted to grab the coverlet to hide her pussy and tits from the leering men. But she was too terrified to make a move. They might hurt David even more. They might torture her. No, she had to remain calm, steady. Maybe, once they had their little fun, they'd leave.
"Hey, Jack, what do you wanna do with the bitch?"
The second biker was staring strangely at her, rubbing his groin. Linda dropped her eyes and saw his cock growing stiff, pressing against the front of his dirty jeans.
"I dunno, Mike. Hey, let's gag 'er," he said, his toothy smile growing wider.
Linda struggled, kicking at the men until Jack slapped her hard open-handedly. Her head snapped to one side, her long blonde hair washing across her face. The blow knocked her senseless.
"She's gonna be one hell of a fuck. Man, I think she's a fuckin' cherry," Jack said, rubbing his beard and staring down at the helpless girl as his buddy jammed David's jockey shorts in her mouth, then tied the gag with his socks.
Linda's head throbbed dully. She couldn't think straight. One moment she'd been in ecstasy, throwing caution to the winds as she thought of her pussy and how good it would feel having a prick inside it. Then suddenly this!
"Good thing we was passin' by. You know, bitch, we usually camp out around here this time of year. Not many people up here. When we saw the car parked out back we thought, shit, maybe we can get some extra bucks outta those folks," Jack said, wiping the spittle from his mustache and beard with the back of one dirty hand. "But then we saw you two fuckin' around and, shit, well, I ain't had a good hot cunt for a long time. Whaddaya say, maybe two hours?"
The two men laughed at the dirty joke while Linda struggled helplessly.
"But that don't mean we don't want some cash. Now, rich kids like you always carry aroun' somethin' . . . you know, to stock up on booze, or whatever. Where's your money? It ain't here," Jack said, picking up David's trousers and pulling out his wallet. A few dollars and some change fell out.
David groaned. Other than that, the cabin was very quiet. Linda knew these men could do as they chose, and no one would be around to help her.
Jack took off his leather hat. He laid it carefully on a table, flicking an imaginary speck from the glossy brim. Mike was busily going through the other clothes, shaking them out, cursing softly when he found nothing except a few dollars in change.
"There's gotta be more," Jack muttered, staring narrow-eyed at Linda. He smiled and the girl shrank back from his discolored teeth. Oh, what an animal! If a wolf had broken through the door, she wouldn't have been more terrified!
Glancing to the right, she saw the cabin door had been kicked in viciously. A heel mark next to the latch revealed how the two bikers had entered. Painfully, Linda recalled the rushing, hallucinative noises she heard as the excitement built with David. Then, suddenly, there was this incredible letdown. Moaning, the young woman turned her head away from the open door. The bright, chirping sounds of the birds outside in the woods mocked her horror.
"Hold the bitch there," Jack said calmly.
Mike grabbed her arms and legs, holding the girl pinned to the bed. She twisted her head from side to side and watched Jack search the room. He picked up David's pants and rummaged through the pockets. His eyebrows went up and his nostrils flared.
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"You missed an inner pocket, Mike," he said, pulling out a fifty-dollar bill. "You got more, kid?" he asked, raising one leg and pressing the heel of his boot down hard on David's neck.
"Uhhhh . . . huhhhhh . . . no, nothing more. Just brought that up for the day," he muttered, his face twisted in pain.
Jack twisted his heel carefully, smiling as the boy's groans became louder. Linda squealed, gasping through the spit-soaked gag.
"Fuck pig. Man, no kid carries this much money without havin' some more. What were you gonna do, skip down into town and pick up some pot for cunny-pie there?"
David didn't answer. Linda saw the beads of sweat on David's pale forehead. Jack reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a wrinkled pack of cigarettes.
"You want one? They're not grass, but still pretty good," Jack said, lighting up then blowing smoke into Linda's face.
The girl twisted away, coughing into the gag. Her eyes teared as more burning blue smoke blew her way.
"Sure you don't wanna tell me where the fuck you've got the cash stowed?"
With that he bent down, lowering the head of the cigarette toward the girl's right thigh. Linda's forehead wrinkled, while her eyes widened once more. She knew what he was going to do to her.
"No, no, don't hurt Linda!"
The blonde teen cringed. The heat of the cigarette became more intense. She smelled the sharp odor of the burning tobacco. Even an inch away from the stretched tendon of her inner thigh, the glowing tip reddened her skin. She writhed against Mike's strong hands. A sob sneaked past the gag in her mouth.
"No, don't hurt her!" David pleaded again.
Linda looked from the cigarette to the biker's face. His dark eyes glistened. He touched the head of his cigarette to her flesh, dragging it along the line of the tendon until it was only inches from her cunt.
Linda felt nothing, then intense cold before the heat burned through her brain. She struggled to be quiet. She knew David couldn't see what was happening, although he could guess what was going on above him. The line of pain moved closer to her cunt. With a crackle, the first few curly hairs on her cuntlips burned. The smell of singed hair mixed with the odor of burning tobacco, making her head spin. Linda prayed to God to die then. She didn't know how much longer she could take this terrible pain without screaming out in agony.
The heat felt like a pint of burning gasoline dumped into her crotch. She shivered, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her thighs. The girl couldn't keep quiet. She couldn't keep from screaming out now. He was going to burn her cunt, mar her for life.
"STOP!" David cried out, his voice cracking. "Stop it. We don't have any money!"
"Fuckin' liar. All those rich kids are liars when it comes down to coins," Mike growled.
"Maybe she knows. You know, you fuckin' little bitch?" Jack snapped, turning to the girl.
Linda shook her head from side to side, grateful for the respite from the burning cigarette. Tears flowed more freely now. Oh God, God, let me die now, she moaned to herself as she stared back into Jack's eyes.
Jack dropped the cigarette back down again. Linda cringed away. The heat grew slowly again. This time he dropped it just to the edge of her cuntlips, watching the blonde curls turn black and wither away under the intense heat. The girl jerked her thighs together. Her ass jiggled, her tits rolling apart, then slapping together. Her chest rose and fell while another whimper escaped from behind the gag.
"Okay, you wanna talk now?" Mike asked, turning and looking down at David. "There's nothing to say," the boy gasped, dropping his hand after having tried to raise himself.
"We'll see about that," Jack said, pushing the cigarette into her cunt.
Linda couldn't take it any longer. It felt as if someone had stabbed her pussy with a dagger. She arched her back, closed her eyes and let out a scream that even the gag couldn't hold back. She jerked one hand free, tearing the gag loose and shrieking out cries of pain at the top of her lungs.
"LINDA!" David yelled.
Jack felt his victim wiggle out from under his boot. Grabbing the gun, he snapped one arm back, then brought the gun barrel hard across David's face. Linda screamed, covering her face with both hands as David grunted and fell back, his head striking the cabin floor.
"Tie him up and stow 'im. I'm gonna have myself a little fun with missy here," Jack said.
Linda wailed. The room bucked and jerked, as she watched Mike drag him away and start tying him up. Jack sat at the edge of the small bed and drew a hunting knife along the soles of her feet. Linda gasped, her toes curling. If she hadn't been so frightened and grief-stricken, it would have tickled.
"I'll bet you really wanna do wild things, don'tcha?" Jack said, his lips curling up again in a sick smile. "Back where I'm from, the girls grow up old-know what I mean?"
Linda shook her head, forcing back the sobs and tears.
"They start fuckin' when they're young. By the time they're your age, shit, they've just about done everything there is to do. But someone like you, shit, I bet you ain't never been fucked before. Right?"
Linda shook her head back and forth again, a tear falling down one cheek.
"Aw, a fuckin' virgin!" Jack said, pressing his lips together in satisfaction. "I knew it. Well, baby, you're gonna get fucked by the best," he said, glancing over and checking up on his buddy, who was still hogtying David. "But first we're gonna warm you up a little."
Jack held the knife handle easily, moving the tip along her forearm, then bringing the blade down her belly. She shivered, her eyes widening, as she watched the silver cutting edge trail along her white flesh. He hadn't broken any flesh . . . yet.
"Take that fuckin' shit outta your mouth," Jack said, reaching around and pulling out the gag.
"Please, please, don't hurt us. Just take the money and leave," she pleaded, as the knife trailed along her legs now.
"You ain't got enough money to buy us off. And even if you did," he added, staring at her tits and her pussy, "I don't think I'd go . . . leastways, not till I tapped that hot pussy of yours."
Linda tried to inch away, backing against the headboard. For a second, she thought her sphincters would fail, making her shit on the bed.
"Please put your knife away."
Jack licked his lips.
"Turn over," he said, grinding his teeth together. He was enjoying this immensely. Jack loved having a woman at bay, cornering her, making her do all the things he wanted. He was a man who enjoyed being in complete control, at the expense of the other's freedom.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I said turn over," Jack ordered, his voice broken and gruff.
Linda sobbed, rolling onto her belly. She was shivering. She didn't dare look back at the biker.
"Gotta teach this bitch a lesson," he said, his eyes glittering with sexual fury.
Linda held her face against the pillow. Jack stared at her firm, round young ass. The quivering in her ass muscles made her smooth ass globes move. The cheeks of her ass tightened and relaxed, exciting the biker even more than before.
Jack was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths echoed from the walls. He knelt behind her, holding the knife tightly.
"Get up on your fuckin' knees, bitch."
Linda wanted to sink from sight. She wished she could disappear, could die on the spot, rather than obey. But there was little she could do. Slowly, reluctantly, the girl dragged her knees back, raising her ass in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussycrack was exposed now. She closed her eyes in shame.
"OH!" Linda gasped.
The cold tip of the knife slid across one ass-cheek. He was only toying with her, not cutting an inch, only frightening her into near insanity. The arc the blade followed went from the outside, up toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the point slid closer to her cunt.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Linda shook again. Her ordeal, she knew, was only beginning.
CHAPTER TWO
Linda's cunt sucked in air, opening up in uncontrollable spasm, as the knife traced along the outer line of her cuntlips. The soft, wet vulnerability of the spot terrified her. Linda bit down on her lower lip, twisting her face into a mask of fear and concentration. She blinked, her lower jaw slackening.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack pulled the knife away. Linda let out a long low groan of relief. Her belly sagged while she hung her head down. The girl felt a trickle of cunt juice ooze from her pussy.
Then, suddenly, a shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. He was pressing the flat of the blade against her wet cunt slot, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her labia. The blonde jerked forward, then reminded herself the slightest wrong move could wind up in irreparable damage to her cunt. Fighting herself, Linda couldn't stop her cunt from clamping down on the blade, actually trying to suck it in! Oh, David had done a good job on her. He'd gotten her so hot, so high, that her pussy was actually doing this with a knife!
Jack kept rocking the knife back and forth, pressing the tip against her clit hood. The girl let out another cry. The pressure on her half-erect cum center caused a shock as sharp as the blade itself. Her back arched, making her cunt even more open to the young biker.
"Yes, slut, yeah, you got one hell of a hot pussy. Man, she's gonna fry me up when I stick my cock in her pussy," he said mockingly.
Linda clawed at the sheets, Jack's words biting into her pride. This was awful, terrible. She was being tormented, humiliated by these low-life bikers. They were men she stared at with derision whenever she saw them. And now here she was before them, stark naked, being forced to commit this unnatural act . . . and apparently with a willing body!
The continued touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of lewdness through the terrified girl. She slowly became conscious of everything around her. The rivulets of sweat trickling down her sides, the swaying of her tits, the smooth cool feel of the sheets under her knees-everything was magnified.
"A fuckin' slut, a fuckin' rich slut who's turnin' on to a Goddamned knife," he said.
Linda's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and peered into the full-length dressing mirror. She could see herself doubled over that way, her lithe young body nearly covered by the biker's. Jack had slipped his Levi's down and was stroking his long, thick cock. With his other hand, he was still moving the knife around her pussy, tickling her with it, threatening her without actually doing any damage to her cunt.
Linda grunted. The tip of the knife was touching her clit now, teasing her sensitive folds of pussy flesh. The searing sensations merged with the electric thrill of an approaching orgasm.
"Yeah, beg for it, bitch."
Linda's cuntlips were on fire. The incredible sensation of that knife merged with the growing terror of being mutilated. Her head throbbed from his blow as she wondered if he was going to cut her pussy out.
"OHHHHH!" she moaned.
And for some odd reason, the thought of him actually doing harm to her made her cunt juice flow faster. Linda felt the rising warmth of an aroused flush on her cheeks, her tits, even on her belly. The fire, starting in her cuntlips, radiated outward until it seemed every square inch of her young body blazed.
"Man, oh man, I wonder what the fuck else turns this bitch on?" Jack said.
Mike had just finished putting the finishing touches on David, gagging him, then stuffing his body into a small closet. He bolted the door, then turned and watched his buddy work over the screaming blonde.
"Who knows? Fuckin' dogs, maybe."
The biker dragged the blade back, tracing a line back to the edge of Linda's cunt. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit slacked off. But the terror of having her body sliced up remained. And, when he pressed the flat of the blade against her wet cunt slot again, the girl shoved her ass back.
"Ohhhhh . . . " she breathed.
Linda was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that hot cock that was brushing against her butt occasionally. David had excited her so, had touched her in all the right places, slid his prick over her cunt. Yes, he was about to slip his prick into her cunt when the door shattered open and tore apart their lives!
"Fuckin' pig. I can't hold back, man. Gotta dump my load in her cunt," Jack muttered.
Linda heard the knife roll onto the floor, then felt the blind stabs of his cock against her pussy. The conical purple head of his prick slithered over the slippery crack between her labia. The salty drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock set her clit on fire. It seemed to burn like acid. She rolled her hips forward, hunching her back. Jack's hands gripped her slender hips, his fingers hooking onto her jutting thigh bones.
"UGHHHHHHH!"
She was being fucked, really fucked! And it had turned out so differently from what she'd imagined! David was unconscious, locked away in some closet, while this animal was fucking her!
"NOOOOOO!" Linda cried out.
It felt as if his fuck-thrust would rip the membranes of her cunt away. He was so big! The width of his cockhead had to be at least two inches! There was pain at first. The girl instinctively spread her knees farther apart.
"You want it bad, don'tcha bitch?" Jack snarled, his fingers bruising her sensitive flesh.
Linda couldn't answer him. She was too ashamed, too embarrassed by the powerful reactions of her body. In spite of all her fine resolves, she couldn't fight off the hot, itchy ache throbbing through her cunt. The girl wiggled her ass, feeling the subtle rub of her labia against her clit. The bed groaned as Jack shifted his position for a hard fuck. Clenching her eyes shut, the blonde teen braced herself for a painful, breathtaking cock entry.
"AHHHHHH!" Jack breathed.
He was straining, sweat coming down the sides of his head. His jaw was set firmly, while his fingers tensed against her hip bones. The bed groaned again, the headboard striking the wall several times.
"That's it, baby, that's it! You ain't never had cockmeat inside you? Man, this is gonna be fuckin' great, poppin' a fuckin' cherry!" Jack grunted through his clenched teeth.
"Yeah, well, don't forget I get a crack at the little bitch after you're through," Mike said, his voice thickening as he rubbed his cock through his Levi's.
Linda bore down to ease up the entry of his cock. Her inner cunt walls stretched. So far, there was no pain. Jack fucked his prickhead in and out, reaming out her pussy mouth, watching as she rocked her hips from side to side to increase the friction. He leaned forward, sliding his hands a little farther up on her hips.
Jack's cockhead struck something firm, something that wouldn't give way easily, no matter how hard he shoved.
"Shit, she's a tight little slut," he grunted, drawing back, then tensing his thighs and shoving forward.
Linda thought she would die from the pain. Her cherry was firm, holding tightly onto its anchorage. Each time he shoved his cock-rod in hard, the membrane in her pussy stretched but refused to break. Linda's eyes widened while she let out a series of choked sobs. It was so strange, having her pussy stretched like that, feeling his hard, hot cock sliding back and forth, feeling that membrane stretching-yet refusing to rip apart. A dull ache began each time the biker pushed his cockhead against her cherry.
"NOOOOOOO!" Linda murmured.
"Hang on, you fuckin' little bitch," he grunted, clenching his teeth even harder. "I'm gonna pop your cherry, if I gotta knock you through the fuckin' wall."
Linda shivered, curling her fingers and digging them into the sheet beneath her. She heard him suck in a deep breath and hold it, felt his fingers clench her body more tightly. There was a moment's pause, then the rushing sensation of his cock plowing through her cunt made the girl gasp for air.
For a second, her cherry held. The biker's cock bent at the center, like a tightly drawn bow. But Jack kept on, refusing to back down. The girl's screams mixed with his grunts, as he kept up the pressure, drawing his knees up against the backs of her legs. Linda tossed her head from side to side, her hair splashing over her whitened knuckles. Oh, God, it felt as if someone had speared her right through the pussy! And then the girl felt her cherry give way, tear right through the center, then rip away completely. Stars popped in front of her eyes, as Jack's fat prick slipped past the sore spot and gurgled all the way down into her swampy pussy.
For a while, Linda thought she was going to fall unconscious. The big biker kept his cock shoved to the hilt inside her cunt. She felt his cockhairs tickling her sensitive cuntlips, felt his balls resting against her ass. He fanned his fingers out on her thighs, draping himself over the panting girl and trying to catch his breath. Linda concentrated on that strange full, stuffed feeling mixing with the pain.
She clutched the dirty pillow as if it were her lover, sinking her fingers into the soft object. Tears streamed from her eyes, as she gasped for breath. Slowly, gradually, the pain merged into her feelings of lust and fullness, producing an oddly pleasurable sensation.
Linda still cried, cried for her lost innocence, cried for herself and David-whose fate still remained unknown. But the fire that the young high school boy had started was stoked to an inferno by this animal! Animal! The thought of having someone like him behind her, driving his cock into her cunt, excited the hell out of Linda. She let out another groan, hugging the pillow harder.
Jack started fucking her again. The biker let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her high-riding thunderous tits. His fingers pinched and dug into her tits, kneading the resilient flesh. Linda felt an aching, throbbing heat explode in her tits, telegraphing even more lust into her stretched, violated cunt.
"Man, oh, man! Ain't nothin' like fuckin' a virgin, 'specially one as hot as this one," Jack said, shaking his head back and forth, while closing his eyes and drinking in the slick sensation of her cunt rubbing against his cockshaft.
Linda hated the man whose cock slid deeper into her pussy. But the girl hated him less than she hated herself, for having given in so easily to this beast. The dog-like position he kept her in made her feel especially degraded. He kept calling her "bitch" and "slut," names she associated with the worst women in the world. He had no right to call her those terrible names, to do this awful thing to her and David. David! Was he still alive? Were they just fooling her, telling her they didn't really harm him, because she might become hysterical?
"Animal . . . animal," she breathed, each time he fucked her.
"Man, she's got your number," Mike said, grinning from ear to ear, while Jack arched back and pile drove his hips against Linda's ass.
The girl's asscheeks jiggled each time his hip bones struck. She hunched back, hating herself even more for encouraging this fuck. The entire length of his thick cock was in her cunt channel now, seemingly stretching it up into her belly. She felt his cockhead move around like a plum on a pole, swirling and driving around inside her pussy.
"No . . . noooooo . . . " Linda whined.
She whimpered again and again, trying to stop the awful chain of erotic thoughts assailing her. The rapid building of her lust took over her mind. She tried clenching her cunt tightly enough to stop his driving fuck.
"AHHHHHH!" Jack groaned. "Yeah, man, she's so fuckin' hot, she don't want me to stop. Man, she's gonna chew off my cock with that pussy." He pinched her tits harder, while swinging his hips from side to side so the girl could feel his cock better.
Linda sobbed as he twisted her nipples viciously. His callused fingers tore at those sensitive tips, pinching them so hard the teen thought he was going to tear her nipples off.
Those terrible, bruising fingers on her nipples made every ounce of her heavy tits ache. She wished he'd tear those peaks off. Oh, that would stop the terrible heat they radiated to her cunt.
What could she be thinking of? She was musing along lines similar to the bikers' way of thinking. They were animals fucking her, abusing her and David. She had to stop, block out the train of thought turning her into a beast like Jack.
"GHHHHHHH!"
Teeth clamped down on the nape of her neck. Linda threw her head back like a frightened mare, her eyes wide, her hair splashing over her narrow shoulders. She raised herself up, swiveling her ass. She needed to feel that odd release now, the release she'd felt earlier in bed, when she finger-fucked herself and thought of David. But now the pressure was so much more severe!
That aching sensation was driving Linda crazy. She moved her ass from side to side, while Jack gripped her tits and fucked her silly. The room echoed with the wet, gurgling sounds of his cock trenching out her furry cunthole. The pain of her torn cherry had faded away. There was nothing down there between her legs now, except the hot, tight, itchy sensation of a climax roaring to its height.
"OOOOGHHHHH!" she gurgled.
Her white, shivering thighs alternately flashed hot and chilled as she pushed her face into the pillow and chewed at the frayed cotton cover. The world seemed to crash into her pussy. Nothing was left for her, except her cunt-and that incredible cockshaft, stoking her pussy up to an explosive mass.
Jack's belly slapped loudly against Linda's ass. She could feel the stiff hairs of his cock bush against her asshole. Every scratchy curl seemed to find some spot around her shitter to stimulate. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and asshole drove her mad. Linda thrust back against the biker's pounding cock like a dervish, her ass weaving, swiveling and bobbing.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Jack's fingernails clawed at her areolas, raking over the dark red flesh with such force Linda was certain the biker was tearing her to pieces. The girl grunted and sobbed with the pleasure and the pain. The combination of the ungodly stretching in her cunthole and the gouging, tearing sensation around her nipples bleached her mind blank. All she wanted now was to have those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of sexual tension in her belly swept over her.
Linda cursed and slavered, her head rolling from side to side. She clawed at the pillow under her hands, driving her shoulders forward. The throbbing ache in her tits and pussy wanted release. She forced her big-tipped tits against Jack's hands. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that ran through her cuntal nerves. Climax! Orgasm! She needed that wonderful sensation rushing through her clenching cunthole.
For an instant, the girl thought of David trussed up in the closet. A short, flashing image of the handsome young man drifted across her mind. Jack pounded her ass with his hip bones, driving her head into the headboard. Damn him! Damn him and people like him! Oh, how she hated, loved the man doing this to her and her friend. Crazed with anger, Linda tensed her pussy muscles again, trying to grind the biker's prick off.
"Christ! she's goin' nuts, I tell you. Gotta cum off before she blows up," Jack said laughingly, his laughter quickly turning into a groan as the two entered their final round of fucking.
CHAPTER THREE
It was like a battle, a dreaded, deadly struggle on the narrow bed. The frame under the thin mattress squeaked and groaned, while the two on top fought like age-old enemies. The pile driving thrusts of the biker's cock and the bucking, arching movements of Linda's body beat the small bed against the wall.
Linda was making a low, harsh noise that tore at her dry throat. The whirling ball of rust in her cunt was about to blow apart. She hated the excitement, the cock and the hands that caused it-and the man who rode her like some bucking bronco, stimulating her clit with his vicious fuck-thrusts.
Linda tried to hold off. The incredible blast furnace of chilling heat in her cunt grew and grew. She heard the squishing of his cock trenching out her hole, felt her cunt juices dribbling down her ass and thighs, wetting down the wrinkled top sheet under her sliding knees. She heard that slapping of his hairy belly against her asscheeks. With just a little more swiveling, just a little more clenching of her cuntal rim, the girl felt she could break his cock off. Was that possible? Could something like that happen? Whether or not it could, the idea of it occurring made the girl gasp for breath again.
It was oh, so hard, hard as the cockshaft itself. The tension in her pussy built. Linda gritted her teeth. She had no energy left for growling or gasping. All her attention, all her will and energy were focused in her cunt. It pinpointed around the pistoning rod of cockmeat in her pussy. Soon, soon it would all explode, blow apart, leave her relaxed, marvelously. satisfied!
"AHHGHHHH . . . " Linda whimpered.
The hard-held knot of tension in her pussy slipped. Her cunt was just a fraction of an inch from letting that tension blow away.
"Man, gonna make it," Jack gasped.
He had his head thrown back, his hips pistoning back and forth. His balls swung forward each time he drove his cock-rod into her sucking pussy. They made a small, wet slapping sound as they beat against the underside of her furry cuntal mound. He was close, very close. A hot, chilling sensation burned through his cockhead, while the blue veins throbbed against his tight-fitting cock skin. Soon, very soon, he was going to blast his jizz into her fuck slot, his jizz burning into her pussy sheath.
"AHHHH! UNNGHHHH! UGNHHHHH!" Linda cried with each forward fuck-thrust.
Linda opened her eyes in wild surprise. Jack's cock seemed to thicken, to actually grow. The pounding heat of his fucking slowed, just for an instant. Then he started up again, fucking her faster and faster.
With a furious, savage jab, Jack banged his cockhead against her clit, drew back, then knifed his prickshaft all the way into her cunthole. The young woman went crazy. A lava-like blast of cum fire hosed against her pussy walls. Linda felt the gush of hot cum scald her pussy flesh. She gasped, blowing out a breath as if she'd held it for minutes. Her pussy walls crashed in on his shooting cock, milking his cock-rod, caressing it as more and more jizz sprayed out.
"AHHHHHH!" Linda wailed.
The first massive fuck-jolt of her climax shattered the girl completely. She had felt similar feelings in bed at night, when she finger-fucked her pussy and thought of David-or some other boy. She whipped her ass around, making the bed squeak and groan so loudly that she was afraid her mother would hear.
But now, oh, God. How different this was! A powerful explosion ripped up from her clit, blasting through her nipples, then tearing up to her overloaded brain. Even her sphincters went off into spasms as Jack's cock blew out more and more jizz. Her hips swiveled uncontrollably. Linda heard herself screaming. Jack was biting the nape of her neck harder, while another blast of cum shot deep in her cunthole.
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped out from her pussy. Linda could feel it in her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The flesh around her pussy and her asshole was on fire. After each shivering pulsation of her cuntal walls, the ripples of that blast left an echo of emptiness. It went on and on that way, making the girl sob. She wished so much that this could have been David fucking her, the handsome young man driving his cock-rod into her pussy flesh, making love to her. Instead, it was this filthy animal fucking her-ripping her cherry, then laughing at her while fucking the shit out of her!
Oh, how she hated them, hated them both! But still, she couldn't escape the conclusion that her cunt had betrayed her. Instead of fighting them off, or at least feeling nothing, Linda had actively participated in their fun and games. The fires raged in her cunt, burning out of control, turning her into a fucking machine, instead of a woman who resisted advances until the death. Even now, her cunt was holding tightly onto his jerking cock-rod, milking more and more cum from the biker's swinging balls.
"Man, man, she's movin' her ass around like she wants more," Jack said, tossing his long hair out of his eyes.
"She does, man," Mike said, licking his lips and wondering when he'd have his turn. "Broads like her can't get enough prick. You can see it in their eyes, man. They'd drop down and suck on a cock, if you snapped your fuckin' fingers."
"Yeah, well she can swing on my fuckin' cock any ol' time. Right, bitch?"
He dropped his head again, kissing the back of her neck, where teeth marks were still apparent. Linda shivered with revulsion. How could she have let things get so terribly far? Sobbing, clenching her fingers into two fists and weakly pounding the pillow, Linda felt herself drifting off into unconsciousness. The power of her climax was so intense it left the young blonde teen in a semi-coma. The last thing she heard was the two bikers talking about how one of them was going to fuck her in the ass "real soon."
* * *
Back home, meanwhile, Linda's mother, Kathy Dennis, was having troubles of her own. She worried constantly about her daughter, a high-spirited girl, she felt, who was bound for trouble. Time and time again, she warned her daughter about going around with boys. "They want one thing only. And when they've got it, they'll leave you high and dry." Like your father left me. That was the only phrase she left out.
Mark had fucked Kathy silly during college, telling her he'd marry her. Of course, the moment she told him she was pregnant, he bolted like a frightened horse, never to be seen again. Eventually, Kathy had a degree in English and a job teaching-and a baby to support.
Never again! Kathy told herself that over and over, fighting down the powerful emotions that surged periodically through her pussy. No more men! Starting from nothing-with a spurning family and no friends-the young woman built up a career as a junior college teacher, telling her daughter her "husband" had been killed in an auto accident shortly after the marriage. Phony certificates and pictures were easily obtainable. Those, plus a long move, kept the story of a tragic, loving father and husband alive for her daughter.
But lately, Kathy had been having misgivings about her denial of men. At the school where she taught, she found herself daydreaming about fucking, even thinking back to Mark, and how wonderful it felt to be held in his arms. How masterful it was, feeling those fleshy bands of steel holding her down to the mattress, while his cock snaked through her pussy, working up and down over her clit, teasing her until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Kathy shivered, even now, as she stood at the kitchen window and stared out into the backyard. One of the boys from the school, Doug Wilson, was working out back, raking leaves off the lawn. He was one of Kathy's students. The day was sunny, the wind brisk this late October day. Glancing at the kitchen wall clock, Kathy saw it was ten. She had at least four hours before she had to go to class, four hours in which she could walk over to Doug and . . .
"NO!"
She closed her eyes, fighting down the chilly heat licking at her clit, making that tiny organ pop up and vibrate while pussy juice seeped from her cunt-hole. It was like an electric shock, creeping up her thighs, spreading over her belly like a warming hand, then seeping down into her cunthole. Her knees felt weak, as pussy juice seeped out and wet down the crotch panel of her panties. Kathy pressed the cold glass against her head, listening to the clinking of the ice, as her hand trembled.
No, she couldn't try to seduce one of her own students! Doug had attracted her from the start-young, gruff, thick-muscled, yet without the usual thick-muscled head that goes along with that stereotype. He was from the "wrong side of the tracks," but had a sharp mind. Working closely with Doug, trying to prepare him for his entrance exam at USC, Kathy found herself growing warmer and warmer toward the young stud. At times, when she was at home with her daughter, she was amazed that Linda didn't realize something was up.
"This is . . . stupid," she said in a tight whisper, putting down her drink and turning from the window.
She started to walk away and stopped, inhaling sharply. She felt shamefully close to an orgasm. What on earth was going on with her cunt? She held her finger to her forehead, breathing hard and irregularly. She had never felt so overheated before, not since she and Mark had fucked the nights through in college. The friction of her cuntlips, sliding over her clit as she walked, nearly brought her to her knees. And Doug was walking up to the house!
Get hold of yourself, Kathy thought, clenching her fingers, digging the nails into her palms. There was the sound of the doorknob rattling, followed by a cool rush of outside air.
"Just came in for a drink of water," Doug said, brushing back his long sandy hair and heading for the sink.
Kathy stepped aside, feeling strange, as if she weren't in control of herself. She heard Doug turn on the water. She leaned against the sink, closing her eyes, fighting down the terrible feeling in her pussy.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Dennis?" Doug asked.
Kathy couldn't speak for a second. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring uncomfortably into Doug's eyes. He was so handsome! Young, tall, with the build of a weight-lifter. His face was almost delicate, something she had noticed the second he stepped in her class and sat down right in front. Kathy muttered something, wondering if her face revealed her thoughts. Everything was so blurred, so Out of focus. She thought of her daughter, Linda. What if the girl were to come home and find her and . . . no, of course she wouldn't.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just . . . just not feeling too well. Maybe I won't be in class this afternoon," Kathy said, catching sight of herself in the nearby hall mirror. Yes, she was an attractive woman, desirable for most men. For Doug? Once again, she put her hands to her face, trying to drive out those terrible, wonderful thoughts stoking her pussy up to full heat. "Maybe you oughta lie down," Doug said. His strong hands supported her shoulders. They felt so hot, so masterful. Kathy groaned and let herself relax against his hands. She found herself leaning against his chest. It was happening too fast, too soon! She felt his chest rising and falling mightily, his breath turning shallow, raspy. Was he feeling the same things, too?
When Kathy pulled back, she saw Doug smiling. It was more than just a smile. It was the angle of his lips at the corners, the smug, teasing slant of his eyes. Kathy felt weak as a kitten. The sensation was dangerously pleasant. She had to stop herself. It was wrong for a teacher to become so involved. Think of the scandal, the ruin of her carefully planned career if word were to get out that she was fucking her students. "I don't want to work any more . . . anyway, not out there," he breathed, kissing her hair.
Kathy's arms fluttered up to his shoulders, weakly trying to push him away.
"I want to do things to you, things I've been thinking about in class . . . crazy, kinky things," he whispered, flicking his tongue into her ear.
Kathy shivered. Yes, there'd be time, time enough for them to play and experiment.
What happened next remained a blur for years to come. They moved from the kitchen. Kathy leaned heavily against Doug's strong body. She directed him up the stairs and down the corridor to her bedroom. Kathy looked around at the soft, feminine furniture, then at Doug. How strange, how exciting it was to have a man in here . . . where a man belongs!
Then a sudden flash of guilt shot through her. Wrong! Wrong! She should stop this now, stop it before it's too late!
"Please . . . "
"Please what . . . fuck you? That's what you've wanted me to do all along, isn't it?"
Kathy blushed furiously. She couldn't throw him out, not even if she wanted to. He was so big. His form seemed to fill every cubic inch of the bedroom. He moved closer, his hands on his hips. Then he touched her face briefly, before he shoved her back, pushing her hard.
"UGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kathy flew onto the mattress. Brushing hair away from her face, the woman looked up and saw Doug had already unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Before she could stop him from going farther, he had his prick out . . . a good eight inches of thick, meaty cock.
"Come on, take my cock! Take my prick in your hand and feel it."
"No!"
Kathy felt her body melting under his gaze. His eyes were glowing, transforming the preciously docile young man's stance into one of a sex maniac.
"I said take my prick."
Anger trembled in his voice. He stepped forward, sliding onto the bed, shoving down his pants. Kathy tried to roll out of his reach. But Doug was quicker, grabbing her by the wrist and drawing her hand up to his cock.
"Touch my cock. Feel my prick. I'll bet you haven't had a cock up your cunt for a long time," he said.
"And I'll bet you like to have a man over you . . . I mean, really over you, you know, like some sorta caveman deal or something."
"That's not true!"
She was lying through her teeth. Mark had never gone far enough with her. Once or twice, they tried a little tying up, a little slapping. But there was never the gusto, the experimental fun she wanted. Of course, Kathy felt like a whore whenever she thought of things like that. It just wasn't proper for a woman to suggest something as exotic as bondage to a man. But now . . .
"OHhhhhhh!" Kathy purred, as she wrapped her fingers around Doug's cock. His hot cockshaft throbbed suddenly under her light touch. Thick streams of pre-cum ran down her wrist from his piss-slit.
"Man, get on my prick," Doug sighed, letting out a low moan of pleasure, as he relaxed against the headboard. He swung around, sitting with his legs spread open. Then he pulled Kathy up and over, until she was kneeling between his thighs.
"Ohhhh, it's wrong. Let's stop while we can," she said weakly, feeling his fingers tightening around both wrists now. Tugging back weakly, the woman felt a flash of excitement when she realized Doug was holding her prisoner. More pussy juice seeped from her cunthole, saturating her panties.
"I know you want my cock in your mouth. Get down on my prick and take it in your mouth," he whispered. He placed one hand behind her head, and pushed her down toward the thick red prickshaft that stood straight out from his hairy groin.
Kathy felt herself slipping down some dark, slick hole. As he pulled her down, she felt his slippery hot cockhead brush over her cheek. Inhaling, she smelled his crotch. His overwhelming male odor triggered her into high heat. Her cuntal walls knotted up, clenching on thin air.
Spreading her legs, Kathy felt one of Doug's hands roaming over her blouse, unbuttoning it. As she bent her head forward, the woman opened her mouth. Her full lips parted, as if she was about to kiss someone.
"Suck my prick," Doug sighed, closing his eyes and rolling his hips from side to side.
Sighing, feeling more excited than she had in nearly sixteen years, Kathy began what was to be only one of a series of wild sexual adventures.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, gimme some head!" Doug moaned, twisting his hips back and forth. He made his cock churn, reaming out the woman's mouth.
Kathy couldn't believe she was sucking off one of her own students! She felt his fingers caressing the sides of her head, pressing against her skull. She moved her knees farther apart. Oh, God, how she wanted to pull her panties down and start finger-fucking herself! All sense of shame and decency went out the window. Thoughts of school and propriety vanished.
She felt Doug's cockhead brush over her lips, moving toward the back of her throat. She coughed, pulled back and little, then wiggled her tongue over the sensitive underside of his prick. She let her teeth trail gently along his tight prick flesh. That subtle friction drove the young man up the wall.
He curled her hair around his fingers and yanked up hard, jerking his knees up, then letting them flop back down to the mattress. He groaned, rolling his hairy asscheeks back and forth.
Kathy was pleased. For a while, she wondered if she'd remember all the little tricks Mark had taught her, while they fucked like crazy in his dorm room. She remembered everything perfectly. She started bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, spit oozing from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. She curled her fingers, digging them into Doug's thighs.
"Man, suck my prick, suck my cock off . . . "
He rotated his hips, twisting his prick around in her throat. He held her tightly against his groin, as he hunched his cockmeat into her cunthole.
"UGHHHHHHHH!" Doug cried, keeping his cock buried deep in her mouth.
Kathy had forgotten what a pleasure it was, having a long, fat-headed cock inside her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled herself tightly against him. She let him fuck her hard in the mouth. She felt his strong leg muscles tighten on her face, then relax. The two of them rocked up and down, until she started gagging. Slowly, reluctantly, Doug let her go.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Kathy inhaled deeply, sucking air in through her nose, keeping his cock in her mouth. Her tongue lashed over his prick, making his long cockshaft throb as if it were about to spray out its load of cum.
"Get naked . . . Kathy. You don't mind if I call you Kathy, do you?" he asked his teacher.
It seemed such a silly question. She thought of the classroom again for a moment. Only now did she admit to herself she'd watched Doug more closely than the others, her eyes often wandering to his cock bulge before she caught herself.
"No, no . . . "
"Oh, man, I wanna feel you all over . . . take off my pants and suck my balls for me." Doug raised his ass for her, letting the woman pull his pants down over his hairy legs. "I wanna feel you suck my prick again!"
Kathy worked quickly. She tickled over the thick curly mat of hair covering his legs, until her fingers found their way to his fat nuts. They lay in a loose sac, stuck to his sweaty thighs. Carefully, she reached down and pulled his balls up a little. She cuddled his balls in her hand, gently tugging and squeezing them.
"Yeahhhh . . . feels good," Doug said, closing his eyes and swallowing hard.
Kathy bent down again, opening her mouth and blowing warm air softly over his nuts and cock root. The light caressing touch of her breath made him tense. His tension warned her to stop if she didn't want a face full of jizz.
"Okay, okay," Doug said, releasing a long, shuddering breath.
Kathy tongued his leathery balls, drawing her lips over the base of his nuts. Then she clamped her mouth onto his cock root and began sucking hard, wiggling her tongue rapidly over his prickshaft.
"Shit! You're too much. Come on up here," he said, pushing the woman away from his cock.
Kathy sat up so Doug could remove her blouse and bra. As her huge tits swayed and bounced, the young woman moaned with pleasure.
As she continued to moan, Doug reached out and cupped her big tits in his hands, pushing his fingers deep into her soft tit flesh.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Kathy moaned, throwing her head back and arching her body.
"Gotta get you down," Doug said, squirming so around and pulling Kathy down onto the bed. Before she knew it, she was on her back, with the young man kneeling between her legs. He pushed her skirt up to her waist, reaching under the hem and running his fingers along the wet elastic leg bands of her panties.
"Oh, man, I've dreamed about doing something like this with a woman big enough," Doug said, his eyes widening as he stared at her big, hard-tipped tits.
"Ohhhh . . . " Kathy felt her mind bleach white. She threw her head back, arching her body and wriggling her ass. Oh, how she loved the sensation of his thighs gripping her body like a vise. Her tits settled into his hands. Her tits seemed to be begging to be rubbed, to be pinched and sucked.
"Yeah, oh yeah . . . " Doug felt her twisting between his legs, saw her face turn red while saliva oozed down from one corner of her mouth. Stray strands of blonde hair clung to her damp cheeks, her tits jiggled like mounds of pudding, as her body jerked from side to side. He'd seen her so calm, so proper, in class behind the podium. So many times, the young man had imagined himself on top of her, controlling the big-titted blonde with his cock. He never really thought it would happen. But now . . .
"Oh, GOD!" she cried out.
Doug pinched her nipples hard, squeezing them cruelly, until the blonde thought he'd tear them off. Kathy could feel the hard ends of her tits start to throb. He was crushing them like berries.
"Noooo . . . " she pleaded. Kathy felt herself fading in and out of reality. At one point, she thought she was dreaming. Everything was moving in slow motion, as in a fantasy. All that seemed real was the hot, tight achy tension between her legs. Then, suddenly, everything cleared and she saw Doug kneeling on top of her, caressing her tits, pinching her nipples. She wanted to knock him away, to crawl out from under the young man and scramble for the relative safety of her bathroom.
After all, nothing too bad had happened yet. She could save some face, although it would be very little. Kathy shuddered at the thought of Doug telling the other students how he'd fucked her, how she'd twisted and moaned under him, her pussy dripping with juice while her white, shivering legs clamped down hard against his thighs.
"Too much for you? Man, I don't think I ever met a broad as hot as you," Doug commented, sliding up higher on her body. He spread his thighs wide, until his balls rested on her chest. He leaned forward, resting his cock between her fat, swollen tits.
She moaned again, when she felt his hands slide to either side of her tits and push them toward the center, until his cock was nestled in. He didn't stop until the hard, red tips of both tits were pressing against his cockhead. Soon, a soft lube worked over her tits. He hunched back and forth, sliding his prick over her nipples.
Kathy arched her back, wallowing her shoulders frantically against the topsheet. She fought to catch her breath. Her throat and chest tightened. The young woman clawed at the wrinkled sheets, tearing them. The world seemed to blow apart all around her. Brilliant colors appeared before her eyes, as Doug continued sliding his cock in that wonderful, maddening way!
"All right, man!" Doug cried.
The tight pressure of his hands on her tits, and the constant shoving of his cockhead against her nipples, had Kathy moaning and grabbing his hard-muscled body.
"I could shoot my cum into your mouth right now. Shit, this isn't the way to do it," he said.
Doug pulled back, dropping his head and running his tongue up her naked belly, straight into the valley between her taut tits. The woman felt his tongue slurping up into the pool of cock juice he'd left there. Kathy exploded into wild agony, while his teeth bit into her hard, half-inch-long nipples. Oh, the sensation of his teeth nibbling into the dark red nipple flesh drove her crazy! She ground her teeth together, fanning out her fingers and toes until they cramped. She snapped her knees against his thighs, only to let them sag back to the sweat-stained sheets. Again and again, she jerked and wriggled. Gasping, the young woman felt herself spinning out of control. She grabbed onto the big young stud frantically. Her pussy winked open from intense sexual heat, then clamped down on thin air.
Kathy felt Doug's mouth sucking on the hot mounds of her tit flesh, as if he was trying to suck milk from her. His front teeth bit in, trying to get a tight hold on her tit, while his tongue lashed over the tight surface of her nipples. Kathy cried out in pain, jerking her hands up and trying to push him away.
"Hey, man, don't shove," he said in a gruff voice, slapping her hands to the mattress.
"Oh, you hurt me!" she cried, her forehead wrinkling.
"And you dig it. Right?"
Kathy screwed her eyes up at him, thinking for a minute about what he said. Yes, she enjoyed having him master her, hold her down and give her orders. But would she really enjoy an S&M game?
"Christ, gotta fuck you good," he muttered.
He threw himself across her body and started hunching. The woman felt herself melting into his body, forgetting for a second that he was her student. The blonde could feel the hardness of his cock pushing into her cuntal mound. Only the delicate nylon of her panties kept him from sliding his long, fat cock-rod into her pussy.
"Pull your legs up," Doug ordered, as they rolled over several times.
He knelt between her sprawled thighs, watching carefully as Kathy raised them. Yes, she was shamelessly going to go all the way and let him fuck her. She was giving him room to pull her juice-soaked panties off her full, plump ass. She felt his fingers slide down to her ass, up to the elastic waistband, felt them curling and gripping her panties. The woman moaned, rolling her ass back a little more, as she felt him giving her panties a few experimental tugs.
"Yeah, yeah," Doug whispered, sliding her panties down her body.
Kathy shivered with wild delight, feeling the wet nylon slowly pull loose from her furry cuntlips and slip down her inner thighs. She spread her legs farther apart, kicking one of them high into the air. Soon, the panties were off, floating down to the floor. Cool air hit her pussy, making her labia wink open once more.
Doug pushed his head between her smooth white thighs, nuzzling his mouth and nose through the tight curls covering her pussy. He opened his mouth wide, blowing softly into her wet fuck slot.
"NGHHHHHHHH!" The girl threw her head from side to side, breathing with a wheezing sound through her flared nostrils. Sweat trickled down her body, wetting every square inch of her flesh. In a second, she felt his mouth close over her pussy. Doug was taking her whole pussy mound inside his mouth! He was sinking his teeth into her fleshy labia, while his tongue stiffened and drove into her cunt as if it was a cock. Yes, that was what she wanted down there! She wanted and needed a cock, a piece of hard, thick cockmeat stretching her apart, drilling deep into her swampy pussy.
The woman moaned, trembling and twisting her ass up to his face. Kathy scissored her legs over his head, trapping the student tightly between her thighs. She felt his rough tongue sanding over her clit, the same way it had lashed over her nipples seconds earlier. She wanted cock, cock in her pussy, cock fucking her until she couldn't breathe!
"Fuck, fuck . . . " she breathed, not caring any longer who Doug was.
"Fuck, fuck," he repeated, pulling away, then grabbing Kathy's hand and bringing it down to his hard, throbbing cockmeat.
Kathy clutched his cock, trying to draw it down between her legs. She didn't want to wait, didn't it want to draw out the foreplay any longer. The blonde became a panting, gasping bitch. Her cunt ran with pussy juice. She needed fucking, demanded fucking. Twisting, jerking, screwing her ass up in the air, Kathy screamed for cockmeat, screamed for what she'd been denying herself for too long.
Her ass wiggled up higher as she positioned herself for the stroke that would put his swollen meaty prick up her pussy. Her tits, cunt and asshole were all pulsing with tension. She felt her fat cuntlips spring open, then slowly clamp shut, nervous for Doug's cock. Her hand worked up and down his long, thick cockshaft.
"Lie still and let me fuck you, damn it!" Doug ordered.
Kathy stopped moving and lay quietly back on the bed. She had a difficult time keeping her ass quiet, when the fires raged so fiercely in her pussy. Keeping her ass flat against the mattress, she rolled her head from side to side. Slowly, deliriously, she felt his cockhead rubbing up and down over her fuck slot, touching her clit at times and making her cry out. It was as if someone was sticking a knife into her body! That thought raced through her mind and made her cry out even more loudly!
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The big muscles in her ass cramped. Her flat belly heaved up and down as Doug pushed in, screwing his cockhead slowly into her slurping cunthole.
"UGNHHHHHH . . . " he moaned, leaning forward with his hands flat against the headboard. He began working his hips from side to side, skewering his cock into her pussy.
"In! In! In!" Kathy panted frantically.
She felt his prick sinking into her pussy, pushing at the walls of her cunt. Doug's cock was burying itself in the hot, bubbly juices of her pussy. She could hear his big prickhead slurping its way in, getting ready to ram down hard!
"Shit, good pussy," Doug moaned.
His long cock slipped in deeper and deeper, until it was buried almost to the base. Their bodies nearly touched. His thick coating of body fur tickled over Kathy's wet flesh. His breath was coming in irregular pants. Sweat dripped off his forehead. As he shoved the last inch of cock into her pussy, Doug let out a sigh of relief and twisted his groin around on the soft lips of her cunt.
"UGNNHHHHHH!" Kathy groaned.
She felt his long prick throbbing in her cunt. It beat out a crazy rhythm against her cuntal membranes. She felt her clit being crushed, mashed into her pelvis by the hard length of the young man's prick.
"Ohhhh, fuck, fuck!" Kathy pleaded, drawing her hands up and raking her sharp fingernails over
Doug's back.
"Christ, you're gonna tear the flesh off!" he cried, jerking his body to one side.
"Sorry," Kathy moaned, knowing it would be difficult, from now on, to control herself. The dam had been broken. Long years of sexual abstinence were over. She had a lot of catching up to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Man, I knew you'd be beggin' for it. When I sat there in class, lookin' up at you, I thought something inside you wanted prick. Man, I was right!" Doug whispered in her ear.
"Yes, yes, cock . . . "
Kathy would have agreed to anything at this point. She only half heard what he was saying. Yes, of course. She wanted cock, always wanted cock. All those years of doing without men, without fucking, had been a mistake. She'd been worried about her daughter and had neglected her own needs. Now, they exploded onto her with the fury of a hurricane!
Doug kept whispering dirty things, flicking his tongue back and forth in her sensitive cunt channel, while he pumped his cock back and forth. He pushed his hairy ass up, held it there, then shoved down slowly. The big youth could feel Kathy shuddering. Juice gurgled out of her cunt hole, dripping down her thighs and wetting the sheets around her asscheeks.
Kathy felt him throwing his cockmeat faster and faster into her pussy. Her cunt grew hot under his constant, wild attack. More fluid seeped from her velvety pussy sheath, wetting down his balls with her cunt juices.
"AHHHHH . . . I . . . I can't . . . can't hold back much . . . longer . . . ughhhHOOHHHH!"
Kathy was warning him, telling him that her clit was about to explode. She was filled with prick, stuffed with the young man's cockmeat. Her ass quivered, as if it was filled with cockmeat too. She felt Doug's cock tighten into an iron weapon. In a few more strokes, he'd be shooting his jizz, spraying his cum into her sucking pussy.
"Please, please . . . " Kathy was begging for satisfaction, for the wild, mind-blasting explosion in her pussy that she knew was only seconds away.
Doug was ramming his cock faster and faster. He threw his head back, arching his back like a bow, while he threw his cockmeat wildly into her cunt. His balls were so full of cum, they ached as they swung, slapping noisily against her asscheeks.
Kathy lay on the mattress, twitching and jerking, while her eyeballs rolled crazily. The woman clawed at Doug's back again. Only this time, the young man didn't feel the scratches. They were both propelled into another consciousness, spinning and whirling in a world of high excitement. The bed was groaning as if the springs were about to break, as the two of them entered the final stretch of their fucking.
"AHHHHHHH!" Doug breathed.
Kathy could think of nothing except that she was being fucked by the biggest, fattest cock in the world.
"CUMMMMMMM!" she cried. Her long blonde hair whipped across her face, as she jerked her head up from the pillow and stared wide-eyed at the young man above her. With another wail, she threw her body back down against the bed, feeling her cunt tighten up for the big explosion.
"OHHHH MAN, MAN!" Doug yelled. He slammed his body into Kathy's, then lay there shaking and twitching. He was sending stream after sticky stream of hot jizz into her tight cunt.
He jerked all over, pushing his cockshaft deep into her pussy.
Kathy fell apart. She felt his cum jet out and burn its way into her cuntal walls. Knots of tension suddenly untied, releasing a torrent of sexual pleasure through her cunt. Wads of cum burned her pussy walls. She tightened her thighs, cried out, then felt that itchy ache peak. The wild moment of madness passed. She was jerking, yelping, clawing on the mattress, as her climax smashed down into her cunt.
Kathy shrieked, feeling herself coming unglued. She fastened her hands around Doug's back, as she felt his throbbing cock spit another load of cum into her cunthole. She collapsed, exhausted from her climax.
"Good fucking. Good everything," he muttered, resting on top of her.
Why did I do it with him, of all people? she thought, feeling his hard-muscled weight pushing her into the mattress. Guilt feelings assailed her now, thoughts of her daughter, of her job, of the possibility of scandal. Funny, how those things didn't seem all that important while they were fucking. But now they haunted her, as she felt her cunt relaxing around his still-throbbing cock.
Rolling her head to one side, Kathy squinted at the alarm clock. They had been fucking for a little over an hour! Incredible!
"Oh, no you don't," Doug said, moving his arms up to stop her from squirming out from under him. "I'm not through, yet."
Kathy wrinkled her forehead, feeling a little panic rising in her throat. She knew she shouldn't have let herself slip with a student. Now, he'd be blackmailing her into fucking with him forever!
"Oh, yes you are. We've got to get dressed for school," she said, brushing away strands of hair from her eyes and trying to retain an outward cool presence.
"You've got a few hours left," Doug said, glancing at the alarm clock. "Come on, I wanna fuck out that pussy again."
"No, stop it," she said, struggling and pushing up against his chest.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" Doug asked, grabbing her by the wrists and pinning her arms to the bed. "I said I want to fuck around a little more. Now, don't give me that crap about havin' something else to do."
Kathy cringed, staring up wide-eyed at the young man. Her heart pounded wildly, as she fought to keep from collapsing into panic.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I just thought we could shower and-"
"You're just like all the others," Doug said, following his own train of thought.
"What?" Terror knifed at her throat.
"Just like all the others," he repeated a little softer. "Just some kinda cock tease. Well, you're not gonna get away with it now."
His face turned serious, almost ugly. A nasty sneer crossed his lips, while his fingers tightened around her wrists. Kathy winced in pain. Once or twice she tried to squirm out from under him. But Doug was fast, sliding his knees over her thighs. She cried out in pain and fear. His weight was hurting her legs. Kathy could feel more cum oozing from her cunt slit, as she stared terror-stricken at Doug.
"There's nothing to get angry over," she said, her voice weak and trembling. Was he some kind of madman? Was he going to slit her throat? Suddenly, stories of men going crazy and killing women raced through her mind. She cried out, struggling to break free.
"No, nothin' baby. Especially not when I get through with you."
The threat branded itself into her brain. She froze for a moment, then managed to pull one hand free. She drew her nails sharply across Doug's face, jerking back when she saw tiny droplets of blood appearing along the four scratches on his cheek.
"BITCH!" Doug shouted.
She kicked both legs over the side of the bed and slid off, scrambling over the throw rug, slipping forward, crashing to the floor-only to scramble back to her feet and stumble for the door. She heard Doug shouting obscenities as she fled the room.
"Help! HELP!"
She was screaming, hands outstretched, running down the hall for the stairs. She felt as if the demons of hell were in hot pursuit. Her tits bobbed and her ass jiggled, as she ran down the hall to the stairwell.
"Get back, GET BACK!" she cried angrily, grabbing a vase and hurling it at her pursuer.
Doug stopped, ducking as the vase hit the wall behind him and shattered noisily. Groaning in horror, the woman began descending the stairs, taking two at a time. She stumbled, nearly cartwheeling down, as her hands desperately clawed at the railing. If only she could get to the kitchen and grab a towel, something to cover her body decently, so she could run into the backyard and scream for help. Doug would never dare follow her. He'd probably escape.
But the blonde never made it to the kitchen. Bounding down behind her, Doug grabbed her hair. Kathy screamed as he tugged back, her arms flailing while her legs gave way beneath her.
"O WWW WWWWWW!"
She fell against the bottom steps, her ass and back striking the stairs so hard it knocked the wind out of her. Doug stopped, one hand gripping the handrail, while the other still held onto her hair. He pulled up and back, making her eyelids flutter and her head snap back. She clawed at the carpeting, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Stupid woman . . . fuckin' bitch. You're all alike!" he snarled.
Kathy felt the icy hand of horror grip her heart. What had started out so simply, so lovingly, had ended in terror. This handsome young man had turned out to be an insane animal!
"They'll see your tools out there," she panted wildly, her heart threatening to tear through her rib cage. "They'll see your tools and know you've been here."
"Doesn't matter. Nobody's home. All your neighbors are the dumb nine-to-five type. By the time they come home, I'll be through."
There was something deadly final about his words that made Kathy shiver.
"Don't hurt me."
She was cringing, sitting on the stairs, feeling tears washing down her flushed cheeks, as Doug braced himself against the handrail and pulled tightly on her hair.
"You don't know the meaning of hurt," he said, clenching his teeth. Doug could feel his prick stiffening, his balls rising once more in their sac and pressing against his cock root, as he twisted her hair strands in his fingers. He was feeling something like arousal and overwhelming power all rolled into one, as he peered down at the sobbing, trembling woman. He'd make her pay-make her pay for all the put-downs, all the teasing, all the frustration he had to suffer from women who enticed, then left him hanging high and dry.
"Oh, please, please . . . "
Doug laughed brutally, moving closer, still holding onto her hair.
"Get up!"
His voice was tight and dry. Sobbing, wiping the tears from her eyes, Kathy steadied herself as she rose from the stairs. Gripping her hair tightly, Doug pulled her along like a dog on a leash-down the stairway and into the living room. Kathy cried out as he gripped her wrist tightly with both hands. He planted his feet firmly, then straightened both arms and began wheeling the woman around the room. Kathy stumbled, regained her balance, then stumbled again, as she tried to keep pace with his cartwheeling. Her hair flowed behind her and her asscheeks bounced, while her tits slapped together.
She gasped, shaking hair from her eyes, as she staggered around the room in the circular path Doug was creating for her.
"OHHHHHHHFFFF!" Kathy gasped.
He let go, watching with arms folded against his chest, as the young woman spun out and around, twirling grotesquely across the living room. She banged against the coffee table. Arms flailing, Kathy stumbled over the table, falling head-first onto the floor. When she finally came to rest, her head was against the foot of the sofa, while one leg was propped over the coffee table. Magazines and books from the table were scattered all over the floor. Putting one hand to her head, Kathy tried to steady herself. The room seemed to spin.
"Now, get up," Doug ordered.
She was too slow, hardly understanding his command. He grabbed her by the hair again, yanking up so hard, the woman cried out with a high-pitched squeal.
"Stop it! This is crazy!" she screamed, clawing upward, trying to knock his hands from her head.
Doug didn't seem to notice the scratches she was inflicting on his wrists and arms. He dragged her around the coffee table, then pushed her forward violently. Kathy's knees struck the chrome edge of the table. The blow sent shooting jolts of pain through her body. Crying out, the woman lurched forward, falling belly-first onto the tabletop.
"Yeah, yeah, nice ass. That's gotta be good and tight. Bet you never got fucked in the ass . . . leastways, not for a long time," Doug whispered, holding her down against the table.
Kathy gasped, as her naked body came in contact with the cold, hard piece of furniture. He had her draped over it, her knees almost touching the floor, her arms spread out to either side. She raised her head, fighting back the choking sobs in her throat. Doug was busily spreading her asscheeks apart, trailing his fingers along her tight, sweaty asscrack.
"No, don't touch me . . . there," Kathy said, feeling her face flush with shame. He was fingering her asshole, pressing one fingernail against the wrinkled pinkish-gray flesh guarding her anus.
"Yeah, if only the rest of the guys in class could see me here with their teacher, fuckin' the shit out of her, drapin' her over the coffee table-about to fuck her in the asshole! They'd probably give anything to be right here, makin' you suck their cocks. Lots of guys at school wanna fuck you, baby," Doug said.
"NOOOO!" Kathy wailed.
"Shut up!"
He struck her ass with an opened hand, backhanding those reddened globes of ass-flesh, then hitting them again. Kathy cried out, her eyes widening, her lower jaw slackening, as he slapped her ass twice, then a third time. The sharp pain combined strangely with the rising heat, radiating pleasant signals to her clit. Moving against the smooth cool surface of the tabletop, Kathy felt her ass begin to burn, along with her pussy. More pussy juice seeped out from her velvety cuntal lining, washing out what was left of Doug's cum in her pussy.
"Man, nice ass! Nice, the way your fuckin' ass globes wiggle."
Kathy hung her head over the edge of the coffee table, drawing her knees up under the top and spreading her thighs instinctively. The room echoed with her cries and the slapping sounds of Doug's hand hitting her asscheeks.
"Gonna feel real good, feel good inside your hot ass," the young student muttered.
Kathy felt a flutter pass through her cunt. Her pussy was a furnace of slippery heat. She thought of herself, draped helplessly over the table-thought of him, crouching over her like an animal, fucking her ass, fucking her doggie style. The woman curled her fingers around the legs of the coffee table and held on tightly. She heard Doug spitting on his palm and greasing down his cock with his saliva.
"OH!" Kathy blurted.
She felt him grabbing her hip bones, pushing his legs against the backs of hers. Doug grunted. Kathy arched her back slightly, moving her ass away from his cock. No one, not even Mark, had done anything like this to her. Oh, he'd suggested it once or twice. But Kathy had always been a good fuck in so many other ways. It was no big thing for Mark to give up ass-fucking her. But Doug seemed obsessed with fucking her in the ass!
"Stop it! PLEASE!" she cried, her face pinched and screwed up in pain and terror.
But the young stud was too worked up to stop. Bracing himself against her legs, Doug readied himself to fuck his teacher in the asshole.
CHAPTER SIX
Doug held his cock with one hand, curling his fingers tightly around his thick prickshaft, while spreading Kathy's asscheeks apart with the other. The young blonde woman felt his fingers toying again with her shitter, a fingernail painfully scraping across her slick ass-flesh. Then she felt something hot and hard shoving up against her asshole. It was his cockhead! He was going to fuck her now, jam that prickshaft into her ass! Kathy grunted, arching her back and pulling her knees farther apart.
"UGHHHHH!" she snorted.
With a sudden, piercing pain, Kathy felt the head of Doug's cock pop into her virgin asshole. Doug exhaled hard, feeling her shitter resisting his attempts to fuck her.
"Come on, relax, relax," he breathed, slapping her ass globes again open-handedly, then grabbing tightly onto her hip bones and trying again.
"Ugnhhhhhhh!" Kathy screamed louder.
The muscles surrounding her asshole felt as if they were being driven up toward her belly. Her body shivered. Her arms waved, her fingers clutching at the air.
"Come on, come ON!" Doug urged.
The pressure against her asshole eased for a second. Kathy relaxed her shitter muscles. She pushed outward, as if she was about to take a dump. That was all Doug needed. Suddenly, the woman felt his legs tense up and push against hers. Like a hard lump of shit, his cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. Before Kathy could loosen the reflexive grasp of her shitter, more of his prickshaft had shoved into her asshole. The muscles felt as if they were tearing.
Kathy wiggled on the coffee table, her cries slowly dying down into soft moans. She sucked in air, hoping Doug would cum soon and end the throbbing ache in her ass.
"Oh man, man, you're one hell of a fuck in your ass, too," Doug whispered, moving his hands lovingly up and down her back, then down to her ass. He was caressing the globes of her ass, pinching the white, resilient flesh, moving his hips from side to side-so the woman could feel his cockhead reaming out her shit-chute.
Kathy groaned. The hot, pulsing feelings were reaching an incredible intensity inside her ass. At the same time, she was aware of a sympathetic sensation deep down inside her pussy. The pain in her ass had triggered something, something wonderful, a rush of pleasurable feelings that reminded her of her last fuck. She wiggled her ass sensuously, feeling her pussy slip back and forth over the smooth coffee table surface. More pussy juice frothed out of her cunthole. Oh, God, what kind of animal was she turning into? The more he abused her, the more she wanted!
Doug let go of her hip. She felt one hand reach up to her tits. She squirmed again, moving her ass back toward the hairy overhang of his belly. She undulated her ass, groaning as the slow intrusion of his prick hurt more and more. If she could somehow open up to him, somehow force her asshole to relax, she might even enjoy what was happening to her!
"That's it, baby. Yeahhhh! I always thought you were a hot little bitch. This goes to prove it! The guys were right about you. Everybody thought you'd move that ass around, once you got a cock into it," Doug said, sliding his fingers over her hanging tits.
Kathy felt his cock splitting her ass wide open. The pain of his slow insertion reached higher in her ass, spreading to the rounded outer edges of her ass-flesh. The coffee table slid forward, enabling the woman to rest her head on the sofa cushion. Kathy panted like a dog, moving her cunt back and forth over the smooth surface of the coffee table. Oh, how she could have enjoyed Doug's cock sliding back and forth in her pussy! Her shitter muscles tightened, relaxed, then flexed and cramped once more! Fuck-juice slicked down the coffee table, as Doug drove more of his throbbing-prick down into her shitter.
"Unnnnghhhh . . . " she moaned.
He had both hands on her tits. He twisted her nipples, pinching her sensitive flesh, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, until he made the woman squeal in pain. Then Kathy felt a sudden easing of pressure in her ass. The head of his cock had finally popped past the tight ring at the entrance to her shitter. She tried to move her legs farther apart to ease the cramping. Kathy had never been fucked in the ass before. Her legs and arms spasmed. Doug had started pulling his cock back out. The reversed tugging was like a vacuum, sucking at her guts. The strange outward stretching of her asshole shot flashes of wild lewdness up and down her spine.
Kathy groaned, biting her lower lip until she could taste blood. She couldn't even sob now, not with the continual fucking motions of that bar of cock in her ass. She shoved her ass toward him, looking for relief from the obscene sucking in her shitter.
Doug paused a second, moving his hips from side to side. The blonde couldn't believe she was helping him, wiggling her ass to meet his prick, groaning like a bitch in heat, while his cockhead reamed out her shitter.
"NOOOO!"
Kathy felt completely stuffed. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the pain and delight from her twin centers drive more heat into her cunt. Her round, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly, seeking more of that strange fullness that threatened to split her ass wide open.
The sliding of his cock, as it moved deeper in her asshole, sent shivery thrills through her ass-flesh. It was like having a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her shitter. She thought his cock would surely stop. His big prick was heading toward her belly, splitting her ass in two, tearing her apart. Kathy gasped again for air.
"You dig it, baby. You like havin' a cock up your fuckin' ass," Doug said in a broken voice, excited by his own words.
"No, that isn't true. It's a horrible lie," the woman countered, shaking tears from her cheeks.
The pressure of his cock, as it slipped deeper into her ass, was driving the woman crazy. It was that stretching, filling feeling that made Kathy so crazed with wild sexuality. Her clit throbbed, actually beat, with the same kind of pleasure she'd felt earlier, when the stud fucked her cunt. What was happening to her? She scooted higher on the coffee table, feeling her legs pressing painfully hard against the chrome edge. Saliva oozed from her mouth, wetting down the sofa cushion.
"Ohhhh . . . "
The woman imagined a thick bar of cockmeat in her ass, growing until it was the size of a cannon. She felt as if she was impaled on a tree trunk.
"No, no, STOP!" Kathy insisted.
Doug backed down a little. Kathy felt his belly rest on her asscheeks. Surely, that had to be all. He must have his cock all the way in now. The woman let out a long sigh of relief, forgetting just how big and thick Doug's prick was.
Then, the young student started to pull out. Kathy thought he had to be pulling a foot of prickmeat from her shitter. The nerves in her asshole protested all the way.
"Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck that asshole 'til it's fuckin' red."
He started forward again. Kathy pressed her ass back against him, bending her back, yowling like a cat. The strange fullness inside her ass was starting to excite her incredibly. It wasn't at all like the heat that had risen earlier in her pussy. And yet, it was connected in some strange, unknown way.
"Oh, oh, OHH!"
Kathy felt so full. She opened her mouth, feeling her belly about to swell to bursting. The heat from her asshole nerves radiated pleasure down to her cunt. In spite of that odd sensation of fullness and pain, the woman wanted more cock up in her ass. She wished, in a way, his cock was larger, thicker -was actually splitting her ass in half! What strange thoughts raced through her mind, as her student fucked her ass.
He was back out again, with her insides trying to follow his cock out. Kathy thought the wild suction in her asshole would drive her insane. The tempo of Doug's ass-ripping fucking increased. He was breathing harder, more irregularly, really getting into his ass-fucking. The woman didn't care how much his cock hurt her now. She just wanted that prick to drive into her ass and piston madly back and forth, until the spinning ball of sexual heat in her ass guts exploded.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered, biting her lip again and hoping Doug hadn't heard her.
She didn't have to worry. The young man was off in a world of his own. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, pistoning his hips back and forth, his balls swinging up against her ass. He clawed at her tits and pinched her ass-flesh until the pain made Kathy squeal.
Twisting her head, she bit the sofa cushions, tearing at the material with her teeth-doing anything to relieve the incredible rush of sensations racing through her tortured asshole.
Doug seemed as if he was about to cum. He stopped, bending forward, holding onto her tits tightly. Then, slowly, he began his ass-fucking again. Oh, he had stamina! He thrust back and forth, gradually speeding up his cock strokes, until Kathy thought the tissues of her ass would melt. The hot friction in her dry ass was like salt in an open wound. The speed of his strokes increased. She could feel the friction of her cuntlips. Heat
U sliced into the sides of her clit. The cunty feeling built up quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of cockmeat in her violated asshole.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Kathy grunted.
All the pain in her body radiated from her shitter now. Her stretching, tearing asshole seemed to draw all the attention from her body, gathering all sensations around the prick that moved faster and faster in her ass.
Kathy panted like a dog, oblivious to everything except her pussy and asshole. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. But the way her cunt was reacting, the woman didn't care who was fucking her.
"UGHHHHH.. . "
The rigid bar of thrusting cock in her ass seemed to slow for a second.
"Man, I could go on all night like this, fuckin' your ass. It's almost better 'n fuckin' your cunt, but you're good and hot, and tight down there, too," Doug said, moving one hand down to her pussy.
Kathy's eyes widened, while her legs drew together, rubbing back and forth, clamping hard against the young man's wrist as he finger-fucked her pussy. Oh, how good it was to have something touching her pussy walls, fingering her clit, caressing her slick pussy membranes! She gasped again, feeling her cuntal muscles cramping. Then, she screwed her cunt down onto Doug's fingers.
"Man, you're so fuckin' hot, you're fuckin' my damned hand!"
"Stop it! Stop talking like that," she panted, wishing he'd talk like that all night. The lining of her ass stretched to the tearing point. All the vulgar thrills of ass-fucking built up in her brain like an explosion, causing her to wail with delight, as Doug fucked her ass harder and faster.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!"
He fucked her like a wild man. Kathy wanted everything at once now. She loved the pain in her tits, the juicy sliding of her cuntlips, the reaming, circling thrusts of his cock in her ass-everything drove her up the wall and toward another mind-blasting climax.
Doug grunted behind her. He pulled his cock out, sucking her anus down. Only the head of his prick stayed in her asshole. Kathy felt the flared edge of his cockhead tugging at the tender lining of her shitter, pulling her insides out. The woman hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes.
With a deep grunt, the student rammed his prick deep into her ass. Kathy thought she could feel the slick lining of her ass tearing. She screamed, feeling a cataclysm of pain explode in her asshole.
"SHIT!" Kathy yelled.
The thick, spurting masses of the student's jizz burned her ass tube lining like jets of gasoline. Kathy's pussy snapped shut. Her ass milked at his fucking cock. She shivered and convulsed, her body pounding against the table, while she chewed like an animal at the sofa cushion.
"Man, baby, work it out, work my cum on out, you fuckin' little bitch!" Doug screamed, digging his fingertips into her ass.
Kathy thought the world had exploded all around her. A bomb could have come crashing through the ceiling and she wouldn't have known or cared. Her tits hurt. He pinched her nipples so hard, she thought he was going to tear them off. It didn't matter.
"OHHHHHHH!" Kathy could only feel the cum-spewing pole in her ass, and the earthshaking power of her climax about to explode over her.
"Come on, baby, come on, cum with me. Damn it, work that fuckin' cum out!" Doug groaned, draping himself over his teacher, with his spraying cock buried deep in her ass.
"No, no, NOOO!" Kathy pleaded.
That moment of madness was an inch away again. Oh, to have two massive orgasms in one afternoon! It was something the woman wouldn't have believed before.
"CUMMMMM!" she cried, as burning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the stuffed sensation in her shitter. Kathy's mind centered on three hot spots in her body-her tits, her pierced ass, and the pulsing spike of her clit. Every fading motion of the student's cock heightened the wrenching torture in her groin. Then, she felt him pulling his cock out. Kathy screamed in protest. She wanted his cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her unnatural climax was finished.
He slipped his cock back in, then pulled out again. Kathy wept in frustration. She heard herself screaming, as the smashing rhythm of her orgasm blew into her cunt. She fought to keep Doug's cock in her asshole.
His big cockhead slipped out. Kathy ground her teeth, cursing the young man, as she jerked and slithered all over the coffee table. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her wet, grasping cunt. She jumped and twitched as he slipped away, pounding herself against the table.
"No, no, NOOOOO!" she implored.
The woman straightened her arms slowly, as her body movements became less frantic. Her toes brushed over the carpeting. Gradually, Kathy became aware of her surroundings. Her body sagged. She had never felt so deserted in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt, and Doug's cum oozed from her stretched asshole. Kathy let her eyes close in defeat, blinking away some tears.
"Man, oh man, you're one hell of a fuck. If I could, I'd fuck you again. And I bet you'd go for it. Yeah, you got one of those cunts that's gotta have a cock inside," Doug said. His voice was unsteady.
"Get out of here," she said, sliding off the table and slumping on the sofa. "Get out of here and don't ever come back again. Go back there, and pick up your things and get out." Her voice trembled in anger. She pointed toward the garage, where Doug had been working.
"Hey, I . . . "
"I said GET OUT!"
Her face was red, the veins standing out against her neck. Doug was standing there in the middle of the living room, his prick slick from fucking. Kathy drew the sofa pillows over her tits and cunt protectively, feeling a little more sure of what she was going to do. She couldn't let this young man dominate her. Her life and her career were both at stake!
"Listen," Doug said, rocking back and forth, pointing a finger at Kathy. His forehead was furrowed in anger, his lips drawn tightly across his teeth. "I didn't ask to come down here and fuck around with you. And now you're treating me like this?"
"Just leave me alone. And if you can, transfer out of my class. I don't think we can work together. And ..."
Doug muttered something, then stepped over to the sofa and knocked the cushions away from her body. He grabbed her by the hair again, drawing her face up hard against his belly. Kathy let out a cry, then bit her lip when he tightened his grip.
"You don't just get rid of me like some stray dog. I'll be back," he promised, jerking hard on her hair and making her squeal, before throwing her back against the sofa and stalking out.
Kathy drew the pillows tightly against her body once more, wondering what she should do next.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Where are you taking me?"
Linda held her hands tightly against her chest, as she stumbled out of the cabin, stubbing her toes over the uneven planks. Several times, she begged the men to let her go, to let David out of the closet. At times she could hear the young man groaning, hear him kicking against the door. It was only after Jack snarled that he would put a bullet through the boy's head that David stopped his thrashing movements.
"Gotta clean you up," Jack said, holding her tightly by one arm. His grip was firm, bruising her sensitive flesh.
"Ow, lemme go!"
Linda looked at the two bikers with terror-stricken eyes. Cum still oozed from her cunt, dribbling down her thighs. It was a reminder, not only of their brutality and purpose here, but of her weakness. Even now, she could feel phantom cum-tremors rippling through her pussy. Outside, Linda looked around. There was nothing in the tranquil forest scene that would indicate the horror she was about to encounter.
"In a sec, chick, in a sec," Jack said, holding her, as they descended the steps to the small dirt clearing in front of the cabin. "Check around the side. I think there's a hose or somethin' back there. We're gonna wash this little shit down."
"Yeah," Mike breathed, running around the cabin. Linda shivered, hearing his heavy boots crunching over the loose gravel. There were sounds of something being dragged. Peering over Jack's shoulders, she saw Mike pulling a garden hose.
"Don't know how much pressure we're gonna get outta this 'un. But we can give it a shot," Jack said, examining the brass nozzle.
"Damned thing probably hasn't been used for a fuckin' year," Mike said, kicking the hose.
"Stand over there, chick," Jack said. He guided her away from the cabin, pushing her around until she found herself facing the open front door. Both men were positioned in front of her, Jack holding tightly onto the brass nozzle, while Mike scurried around to the side of the cabin and examined the valve.
"I think it's givin' way," Mike said, straining as he gripped the faucet handle and twisted it.
"I feel it comin', " Jack said, pointing the nozzle directly at the girl.
Linda felt her knees weaken. Her heart was pounding, while her flesh crawled with terror. She knew now how it must feel to stand in front of a firing squad. Sweat broke out all over her body, while her knees knocked against one another. She kept her hands crossed over her pussy, while she drew in her upper arms to conceal her tits.
"OH!" Linda yelped.
The blast of cold water shot out of the nozzle like grapeshot. She started backing away, her eyes focused on the water. The girl stumbled backward. She raised her hands to sweep hair from her face. The cold water hit her, making her trip again. She went sprawling on her hands and knees in the dirt.
"STOP!" she demanded.
Jack moved the spray directly in front of her, sending a shower of mud arching into her face and belly. "Ohhhhh!"
Linda made a face, flailing her hands forward, trying to keep the awful muck from choking her. She backed up, trying to hide her pussy from the lewd eyes of the two bikers. Then a blast of water smashed into her rib cage. Opening her mouth in shock, the blonde teen struggled to her feet, feeling them slip and slide on the thickening mud.
"Dance, baby! That's it, dance around for me," Jack said, sometimes playing the water against her body, at other times directing it down to the mud in front of her. He laughed, as more mud sloshed up and spattered all over her naked flesh.
"Stop it!" she screamed again, more weakly than before. Somehow, the girl managed to keep her balance, keeping her arms stretched out, while her legs shook under the constant attack of the powerful spray. "Please, I . . . "
The girl couldn't finish the sentence. Jack quickly dropped the stream to her ankles. The sudden change knocked Linda off balance. She struggled, then fell back, upended by the water spray.
With a shout, she splashed down onto the mud, dirt clinging to her thighs and tits. She wiped wet hair from her eyes, swearing at both Jack and Mike, as they laughed at her and called her terrible names.
Linda tried struggling to her feet again. But Jack directed the stream at her pussy this time. The water hit Linda like a jackhammer. It peeled open her cuntlips, flattening them back in fluttering motions. She doubled up, especially when the water concentrated on her clit. She opened her mouth wide, as a strange blast of erotic sensations paralyzed her.
"UNGHHHH!" she gurgled.
"Look at 'er go, man," Jack said, training the water on her pussy again, then moving the spray down to the ground.
"Yeah, it's like she really digs this kinda thing," Mike added.
The blonde teen rolled onto her belly, trying to get her cunt away from the gushing stream. Her long hair tangled wetly around her neck. She moved her hands up, trying to free the coils of hair from around her throat.
"Unhhhh . . . "
The biker shot water straight up between her thighs. Linda found herself hunching back at it instinctively. The blast of water against her asshole and pussy was like a huge cool tongue, driving into both fuck holes at once. The girl dropped her hands back, arching her body, clamping her thighs and milking her cuntlips together, as the ground turned to a slick mire beneath her.
"Ughhhh . . . "
Linda gasped, her slippery body squirming on the cool ground. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. Once she did, and Jack sent water flying into her face, nearly choking her. She tried turning sideways, keeping her back to the men. Her white flesh reddened, as the roaring water massaged her body briskly.
"Stop it, stop it . . . "
Her voice was trailing off, growing weaker, as her pussy became more and more aroused. Linda found herself wallowing in the mud like a pig, the slime clinging to her fingers and arms. A brown spray of mud shot into her face again and again, clods clinging in her soft blonde hair.
"Yeah, man, she's just like some of those female mud wrestlers we seen at Oskoe's," Jack said, licking his lips like a hungry wolf.
"Man, and she's all ours," Mike added, turning up the water pressure.
The increased pressure took Linda by surprise. She reeled back, her ass-globes scooting over the slick mud. Jack circled her slowly, carefully keeping his boots out of the mud, while directing the flow against every part of Linda's body. The girl tried to protect her face and tits. But there was little chance of that. The men had turned the ground around her into a sea of mud. It was difficult for her to stand, to fight off the spray drowning her.
Every muscle in her body was straining, as she turned one way and another, trying to keep the spraying water from her nostrils and mouth.
"Hey, baby, you're one hell of a mess. You know that?" Jack shouted out, directing the water at her tits and knocking off the mud that was oozing from her pale flesh.
"Yeah, you always play around in the pig pen like that? Hey, maybe you wanna fuck with the pigs? They're about the only ones that would have you now," Mike added.
Linda cried out against them, doubling her fists and wishing she could strike their faces. Lunging forward, the girl felt her feet slipping out from under her once more, and she fell face-first into the mud.
"OHHHHH!"
The slime oozed between her fingers, and mud spattered on her face and dangling tits, as she crouched there on the ground like a dog.
"Man, clean 'er up. She's a fuckin' mess," Mike shouted.
The hose blasted against Linda's muddy tits next. She cried out, falling back again on her ass. Her nipples drove into the surrounding tit flesh. She could feel the mass of each tit aching with arousal. Sitting there in the mud, Linda had to admit she was turning on to this whole sick act. The more the water washed over her body, the more lewd feelings raced through her veins, making her cunt hot and tight.
"OOOOO, NOOOOO!" Linda shrieked.
Linda fought with herself, shaking her head violently. It was wrong, so wrong, to have feelings like these. But the inner heat of her lust made her pant like a dog before these shameless men. She put her hands over her face. The shame of crawling around naked in the mud like this made her want to give up completely. What was the use? They had David locked up in the closet. And God only knows what they were going to do to her-just for kicks-before they let her go. She remembered stories in the newspapers, stories of young girls abducted and "put through the paces" for no other reason than the perverted pleasure of their tormentors.
Linda lay on her back, sobbing in defeat and terror, as Jack played the hose from her tits back down to her cunt.
"Goin' to sleep on us, baby? Like layin' down in the dirt?"
The heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made Linda's hips rise and fall, as if someone was fucking her. She cried out in combined shame and lust, letting her knees fall open, as if to receive a lover. . .
"Man, she's getting' into it now. Christ, she's gonna fuck the water!" Mike said. He turned the water on full blast, rubbing his fingers over the cock bulge in his pants, while he watched the girl squirm and fuck back at the teasing stream of water.
Linda wished she could stop the insane cuntal heat. She held her hands over her wet triangle of blonde cunt-hairs. But soon, she felt her fingers digging into the red, moist pussy meat, fingering her clit for wilder pleasure. No, no, she couldn't finger-fuck herself in front of these leering men. She could already hear them laughing about her "jerking off." Maybe one of them was going to rush over and fuck her right here in the mud! The thought of fucking made her pussy walls buckle. Clenching her teeth, the young blonde rolled her hips from side to side, gasping for breath, beating her fists against the mud-while still trying to keep her face and pussy away from the terrible stream.
"Oh, OH, OHHHHH!" Linda cried.
Every time she put her hands over her cunt, Jack directed the blast at her asshole or her nipples. The splashing stream of water bounced off her tits and splattered into her mouth, making the girl gasp for air.
"Fuck it out, baby. Come on, fuck with the
Goddamned water,' Jack said. The young biker hadn't seen a hot cunt like this in a long time. He watched in fascination, as Linda scooted over the mud, digging her hands and feet into the oozy soil. She was crawling like a pig, while her cunt flamed hot under the constant attention of the water. ! "God, God, help me . . . "
Linda couldn't hide her sexual heat from their eyes. But there was nothing she could do to stop this madness. The sheer power of the water beating her pussy flesh drove her to fuck back at the probing stream.
It wouldn't be long before the climax building in her pussy went off like a powder keg. Linda felt the unmistakable tension in her cunt, the slow opening and closing of her pussy lips. Chilly flashes of delight raced up and down her thighs, causing her cuntal muscles to grow tense. Quickly, the girl jerked her hips up and down in quick movements, her ass splashing against the cold mud. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She hoped the men would stop when she I started to climax. If they kept on, she knew she I wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her, until her orgasm tapered off. "Ahhhhh . . . "
Linda couldn't stop. She twisted her hips, looking for the stream. It was feeling more and more erotic. The wild mass of sexual feelings in her cunt accelerated, sharpening like a razor, as the water beat steadily at her clit now. She writhed like a snake, trying to get the flow squarely into the mouth of her pussy.
Linda knew all the cum from her last fucking was washed off now. She wanted to feel that tremendous sensation again, that wild cumming that had nearly knocked her completely unconscious before. It was coming, building to a tremendous intensity. She gritted her teeth, trying to force herself to cum.
Then, Jack swept the water across her tits, relieving her pussy of the intense pressure. Linda cried out, her eyes widening. Jack moved the water back to her cunt, as if answering her demands. The interruption of pressure in her cunt made the wall of excitement inside slip a bit, then grow higher, as the water returned to her clit.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Jack blasted the stream again-across her belly and onto her tits. Linda felt the water toying with her nipples a little longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips upward toward her face. The full weight of her tits seemed to throb wonderfully under the flow.
"Oh!"
He was back to her cunt again, repeatedly blasting the flesh around her clit, then moving it away from her pussy whenever it looked as if Linda was about to climax. Oh, it felt like a huge mouth, sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal mound. Linda groaned, tensing herself, doing anything in order to rush her orgasm.
"Cum, cummrara . . . " she cried, clenching her teeth, rubbing her thighs together and wallowing in the mud, as the heat flashed through her pussy again.
But still, her orgasm refused to come. She wanted to cry with frustration. Jack played the hose between her sprawled thighs. Only the softer, deflected drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the mud to splash against the undersides of her thighs. Linda screamed, digging her fingernails into her ass-globes. She raised her ass up, spreading her asscheeks for the invading stream. She felt the vulgar thrill of the blast of water against her shitter. Oh, God, she was so shameless-wiggling her ass and cunt like some slut, letting them wash her asshole out with that water, as if she was a gutter!
"HUHHHHRRRR!"
Linda felt climax was out there, just a few inches from her reach. She strained, lowering her ass. She had to feel that water on her clit. The whole top of her pussy was tied up in knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, seeking satisfaction.
Suddenly Jack swung the stream away. Her cunt clenched like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her pussy walls as they clamped down on nothing. The girl could hear the bikers laughing at her. She fought with all her strength. Her whole chest spasmed, battling against the wildness exploding in her pussy. She writhed in the mud, agonized by the cunty onslaught on her nerves. She knew her mind was fading out. The sound of the water drowned out the bikers' laughter and curses. Linda strangled on her sobs, her breath shortened by the power of her climax. Everything seemed to darken, as Linda dragged her clawing fingers through the dirt, trying to get away from the terrifying power of her own reaction.
The goosebump hardness of her nipples hurt. The wrinkly areolas tightened until the surface of each tit hurt. Groaning, clawing, Linda still felt them playing the water over her bare body.
"Ohhh . . . "
Everything around her darkened. She felt as if her cunt had become the center of the universe. The water stopped, and Linda fell into a still silence.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They had thrown her into a nearby shed. She was cold, shivering, still wet from the terrifying hosing she'd received. Thank God, one of them . . . Mike, she thought . . . gave her a dirty towel to dab the mud from her pussy. Squatting there on the dirty floor, Linda hugged herself, brushing wet blonde hair from around her throat. What awful thing had she done? She closed her eyes and let out a low, steady moan. Hugging her naked tits, she remembered how the water had played over her cunt-how she had spread her legs, arching her back, actually exposing herself dead-center to that rushing stream.
"GOD!" said aloud to herself.
Covering her face, the young girl rocked from side to side. How could she have stooped so low? Having been confronted by these animals, she found herself acting like one of them . . . worse, perhaps. They lived a life of depravity, searching out more of it as they moved through the country. She, supposedly, had been given a good education, raised away from all the seaminess of life. And yet there she was, squatting in the dirt, letting these bikers fuck her with the hose, and actually begging them to do more to her!
"No!" Linda blurted.
She clawed her face, wishing she could scratch away her beauty, tear her her cunt, destroy the things that were making these men torment both her and David. David! What were they going to do to him, when they were through with her? She shivered, refusing to think of the possibilities. Now, she could only think about survival. Somehow, she'd get through this. Somehow, she'd survive all this awful torment.
Footsteps! Linda tensed, her eyes widening, while her chest tightened with fear and-God forgive her-excitement.
"Let's get 'er goin' again," Mike said, just outside the tiny shed.
Linda slid back, pressing her shoulder blades against the rear wall.
"Yeah, I'm so fuckin' horny I could fuck anything," Jack answered, untying the rope that had secured the shed door. "Come on, sweet face. We gotta get goin' on you, or we're gonna cum in our fuckin' pants."
Linda cried out, as they both dragged her from the relative security of the shed. She pushed her ass back, bending her knees, trying to dig her feet in. Her tits rolled and slapped together. She dropped her head, her hair curtaining her face, as she struggled back with the men. Sobbing hysterically, she did everything in her power to fight back.
They dragged her back to the cabin, throwing her down onto the small bed. Her head struck the rear wall, knocking her dizzy for a moment.
"David?"
She could hear someone shouting in the closet. "DAVID! I'm all right.
"Shaddup," Mike shouted, slapping her face. He slapped her hard, the force of the blow knocking her flat against the mattress.
Linda touched her injured cheek, sobbing, fighting back the tears.
"You can hear, eh?" Jack said toward the closet. "Well, man, you'll hear your little girlfriend really get fucked . . . again. Yeah, again! Man, she can't get enough of prickmeat. You can't be much of a man, if all you do don't satisfy her." He laughed loudly, while fingering one of Linda's tits.
"Hey, maybe she needs two men fuckin' her, to take care of her pussy," Mike suggested.
"Yeah, with a little warm-up," Jack mused aloud, his thick lips curling up with a sick smile.
Turning around, he spotted a vertical ladder attached to one of the sidewalk, leading up to a small attic. Several pieces of rotting rope lay around.
"Come on," Jack said.
He and Mike drew the table up to within four feet of the ladder. Holding her wrists together, Mike watched, while Jack picked up an eighteen-inch piece of quarter-inch line and bound her wrists together with a square knot. Linda winced, as the rope chafed her flesh, the tightness nearly cutting off circulation to her fingers.
Jack made the girl stand in front of the table and bend at the waist, dropping her bound wrists until they were pressed together against one of the table legs. He took another piece of line and tied her hands to the wooden brace.
"NOOO!" Linda begged.
Someone was caressing her thigh, then moving his hand down to her ankle. He pulled her right leg up off the floor, raising it until the limb stuck out from her body at a ninety-degree angle.
"What are you doing to me?" she gasped out loud.
Her cries excited David, who was now kicking violently at the closet door. The young man screamed through his gag. Mike sauntered over to the closet and kicked hard against the wall, shouting that they'd skin Linda alive if he kept it up. That seemed to quiet the young man.
Jack bound her ankle to the fifth ladder rung. The girl found herself balancing her body in this grotesque position, her arms stretched out in front and bound to the table leg, while her leg was pulled up and out, tied to the ladder. She bent her left knee to ease some of the pressure building in her hips and shoulders. Her long hair splashed over her face.
"Let's warm up that ass again . . . but this time I ain't gonna use water," Jack said, unbuckling his belt.
Linda heard the sounds of Jack's belt slipping out of his belt loops. She knew what was coming next. Closing her eyes, she moved her lips in silent prayer, while Jack and Mike both doubled up their belts, tapping them suggestively against their thighs.
She waited for what seemed like hours, until she heard a whistling sound behind her. The belt was coming down hard, cutting an arc through the air.
"YAGGGGHHHHHH!" Linda bellowed.
Jack was the first to strike, bringing down the looped end of his belt across the girl's ass. Her asscheeks jiggled like pudding from the force of the belted blow, her ass-globes glowing a dark red where the leather had chewed. Linda screamed again, her head snapping forward and hitting the edge of the table. She clawed at the wood, feeling her head throb and spin around, while the men chuckled softly behind her.
"UGNHHHH!"
Mike brought down the second blow, sending his belt into her tight, sweaty asscrack. The leather bit into her wrinkled, sensitive shitter flesh, tugging at her sphincter, nearly tearing it free. Linda shot forward again, her left knee bending. Something warm and wet was trickling down her thighs! She was pissing on herself, fouling her own body, as pain and fear merged into a single terrible sensation.
Now, Jack unraveled his belt, trailing the cool leather over her back, then letting it settle like a snake on her ass. Linda shivered, letting out a low moan of terror. She tugged at the ropes, gasping, as they bit into her wrists and ankle.
"Go for it, baby! Yeah, go for it! We're gonna heat your cunt up like a hotplate."
"Please, please, don't hurt me any more. What in God's name do you want to hurt me for?" she pleaded, twisting her head around and staring at the two men behind her.
"Just because you're here, baby . . . just because you're here," Jack said, his eyes narrowing, while his prick tented up the front of his Levi's.
Linda's body sagged in defeat. She heard both belts coming down at her again. Letting out a wail, the girl tensed, waiting for the terrible onslaught of the leather. It came with a blinding, lightning-like flash, bleaching out all thoughts from her mind except those concerning pain and her relation to it.
"WAWHWHYYAHHH!"
Jack's belt slashed across her back, leaving a long red trail across her spine and around toward her jiggling tits. The girl pushed her ass back, her free foot dancing around the wooden floor for better support. Her shoulders ached, while her pussy throbbed in sympathetic pain. Mike brought down his belt, the leather chewing roughly into her asscheeks again. He continually struck her ass, crisscrossing his blows and watching, as her taut round ass-globes grew red under his repeated assaults. Linda pissed all over herself again, when the biker's belt slashed across her shitter, the leather heating up her sensitive ass-flesh as if someone had touched a match to her ass.
Jack smiled grimly at her. He licked his lips, then flailed her body again and again with his belt. Both men were careful not to permanently injure the girl. They didn't want to seriously mar her soft flesh. They had plans for their cocks, and didn't particularly like the thought of having a bloody pussy around to fuck.
But they enjoyed flailing the girl's naked body with their belts, watching her pale flesh grow red under the assault.
"UGHHHH!"
Linda slammed into the table, striking the wood with her forehead. Every muscle in her body cramped and spasmed, as Mike's belt slashed the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. A shot of hot pain bolted into her cunt, sending showers of sexual sparks into her clit. Her cuntal reaction nearly brought Linda to her knees.
"She loves it. Man, she digs it! Ain't there nothin' this bitch don't like?" Jack asked, noticing Linda's swollen cuntlips.
"Shit, she'd sit on a fuckin' fireplug and screw herself nuts," Mike added.
Quickly, Jack zapped the belt just below her left kneecap. Linda cried out, nearly losing her balance again. She sucked in a quick breath, biting her lips, trying to keep from crying out. She knew David could hear her, hear the sounds of the belts whipping across her tortured ass. The first time, he was unconscious. The next time, her degradation took place outside. But now, she was being tormented right under his nose! Once again, she heard David kicking against the closet door. Neither Jack nor Mike did anything to stop him.
"Bitch! Slut!" Mike yelled at her.
With each awful word, Jack and Mike slapped their belts down hard across her body. Soon, the backs of her legs, her asshole, her back and her asscheeks were marked with red stripes and small welts. Sagging down toward the floor, Linda begged for mercy.
Jack only laughed again, concentrating on lashing her ass. None of her exposed skin was safe. The blonde teen yammered for them to stop. She clenched her asscheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her asshole. Jack beat still farther up, flaying the skin on her shoulders with the leather. His buddy doubled the belt again, this time looping it around her throat and pulling up, as if it was a bridle. Linda choked, coughing, desperately trying to suck in air through her flared nostrils.
"UNNHHHHHH!"
Mike let go, while Jack dropped his belt down with a slashing overhead stroke. The tip of the belt caught at the base of her shitter, yanking her asshole out of shape. It felt as if the man had torn out a handful of guts with that terrible belt.
Linda couldn't hold back any longer. She shrieked, her voice shrilling past soprano. Her scream caused David to cry out through his gag and violently kick at the door. Mike muttered something about shooting the boy, but Jack restrained him. He was too involved with Linda to worry about her boyfriend.
"Man, oh, man . . . "
Moving to one side, Jack slashed the belt sideways across her upper thighs. The impact, just above her clit, sent another shower of pain into her cunt. Jack was laughing behind her. He stopped the beating long enough to stick his finger up her shitter and claw at her bowels. The insane, obscene intrusion made the girl yelp again.
"Shit, that fuckin' kid's gonna kick right through the door," Mike said.
David was getting wild. He was slamming both feet fully against the door. At times, the hinges threatened to tear from the molding.
"David! David, stop it, or they'll kill you!" Linda shouted at the top of her lungs. no
"Good advice, baby," Jack said, noting the abrupt silence.
"Man, gonna have this little chickie suck my cock," Mike said, unzipping his Levi's.
Linda stared at the big prick dangling in front of her face. The biker reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging her head to one side. His hands pressed hard against the junction of her lower and upper jaw. Her teeth rattled with pain, as the pressure increased. Disgusted with herself, the girl had no other choice than to open up.
"Ohhh, feel that fuckin' tongue," Mike groaned, leaning back and forcing his cock into her mouth.
It was awful! Her mouth was instantly coated with a bleachy, salty substance that made her swallow. She breathed with wheezing sounds, spittle oozing from her mouth. In and out. In and out. Mike's balls swung, slapping against her chin as he kept on fucking her mouth.
"Move that tongue, baby, move it . . . "
Linda slid her tongue from side to side, slipping it over the fat ridge that ran the length of his cock-rod. When she sucked hard, moving her tongue at the same time, she thought the young biker was going to go out of his mind. He pressed hard, shoving his groin against her face, his in cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. Linda gasped for breath, her face turning red from the effort.
"Man, she's gobblin' up that prick like she was starvin' for it," Jack said, smiling wryly. He had unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock, and was sliding his fingers up and down his throbbing prickstalk. He looked down at the girl's jiggling ass, his eyes traveling down a little farther to her pussy. A few stray blonde hairs curled up from the bottom of her cuntal mound, pointing toward her asshole. This was what turned Jack on the most-a woman tied helplessly, and yet still hot for a prick. He smeared more pre-cum over his cockhead, listening to the slick, sucking sound of his buddy's cock reaming out Linda's mouth. "Unnghhhh . . . "
The male odor of Mike's unwashed cock triggered the girl off. She exploded, feeling the hot, moist tissues of her cunt cramp into knots. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking up and over his fucking prick. Her hair fell over her face. Her left knee bent a little more. Twice, the girl nearly fell foward, twisting her body grotesquely, as Mike hammered his cock home. At times, the fat greasy head of his cock banged against the back of her throat. He held her tightly, pressing his hairy groin against her face, shifting his hips back and forth, making his prick churn roughly between her lips. "Unnhhh . . . "
"Oh, baby, gimme some head. Yeah, suck that mother," the biker groaned, his asscheeks clenching together, his hips pile driving his cock into her mouth.
"Hey, man, you don't wanna cum like that, do you?" Jack asked.
His buddy was too far gone to hear. He grunted something, his sweat dripping down. He rammed ahead, striking the back of her throat more and more. Her teeth scraped sensuously against his cockshaft. He could tell, the way her cheeks rapidly puffed out and contracted, that she was enjoying being fucked in the mouth.
"Let's see if the bitch digs a little warm shit on her body. It's gettin' kinda cold now," Jack said. He was walking around the cabin, his fat cocklance wagging back and forth with every step he took.
Linda didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. What mattered at the moment was that huge cock banging against the back of her throat, and the aching in her pussy. The girl felt her cunt spasming.
Oh, he was cumming! In spite of his buddy's warning, he was shooting his cum into her mouth.
The blonde cried, jerking her head back. But Mike held her close, his fingers pressing hard against her skull. Ashamed, frightened, she tried to keep from swallowing. But the pressure in her pussy became unbearable, and she released the rest of her climax.
"Fuck, she's goin' nuts," Mike cried out between his groans.
There was a hot, stinging sourness down in her throat. His jizz was choking her! She had to swallow it, or he'd let her drown in spunk. Somehow, she managed to open her throat all the way. Twisting and shaking in that awkward position, Linda finished sucking off the biker. Then, suddenly, she was aware of something very hot licking at her left leg. In a second, she smelled something burning, something like wax. Glancing down, she saw Jack kneeling by her side, holding a small candle. The orange flame was close to her thighs. The flame licked hungrily at her cuntlips, burning her pussy hairs. The acrid smell of the burning curls rose up to her nostrils. Linda screamed, spitting out the flaccid prick. Cum ran down her chin.
"NOOOO! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL MEEE!"
She became hysterical, tugging at the ropes, moving the table to one side, twisting her bound leg against the ladder rung. David began kicking again, shouting through his gag.
In spite of her screams of terror, she knew the flame in her cunt was stronger than the one fluttering on top of the candle. Clenching her thighs, the girl felt hot piss seeping down, almost spraying out. There was a hissing sound. The candle was out! With a sigh of relief, Linda collapsed. Her knee gave way, leaving her hanging by one leg and her bound hands. With a shuddering groan, the blonde teenager passed out. us
CHAPTER NINE
Kathy didn't go to school that day. She called in sick. The young woman sat in the living room, having showered several times, wondering about her curious behavior with Doug that morning. She could still feel his prick reaming her mouth, feel his body jerking on top of hers, while his fingers pinched and slapped her brutally. She should have been calling the police. She should have been reporting a rape.
Kathy covered her face with one hand and laughed. Rape? The way she was moving her ass around, the way she milked his spraying cock-rod, while she clawed his back like a hellcat-that was hardly rape. The police would certainly call it something else.
Moving her head to one side, she glanced up at the clock. It was nearly two. Linda would be coming home shortly. Her daughter! What on earth was going to happen now? How could she live with this secret? Doug might suddenly pop over one evening and demand satisfaction. Perhaps he'd even want a crack at Linda's cunt.
The thought was too horrible to contemplate. For the first time, Kathy thought about moving. It would be difficult. She had just received tenure at the junior college. Teaching jobs weren't that easy to find, especially in California. But what other choice did she have? Her personal life seemed to be hanging by a rotting thread.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of the telephone.
"OH!"
At first, the young woman cringed against the back of the couch each time the bell rang. It was Doug! He was going to laugh at her, demand that she let him back in, so he could beat and fuck her again.
"No!"
She covered her ears with both hands, shrinking into the cushions, curling up into a fetal position, as the telephone kept ringing.
"Uhhh . . . "
It stopped. Kathy lowered her knees, feeling her cuntlips rubbing softly together. She pulled her silk bathrobe more tightly over her body, holding the material with trembling fingers, as she thought of Doug's hard-muscled body and the way she felt with him squirming over her, while his hips piledrove his cock-rod harder and faster and deeper into her cunt. The woman relaxed, letting her head fall back against the cushion. In spite of herself, Kathy felt her thighs tensing, as hot flashes of incredible goodness raced up and down in her pussy. Her clit stood up again, twittering and tingling. Her cunt grew hot and tight all over again, swelling open with arousal as pussy juice seeped out of her velvety lining. One drop trickled down her cuntal mound, tickling maddeningly through the thicket of blonde curls.
How could she think like this? Doug was a brutal animal, a man capable of anything! She saw that near-insane look in his eyes, when she had tried to push him out of the house! She shivered, knowing he was capable of any kind of brutality. She shifted her ass on the couch, feeling a little more relaxed as time ticked by.
"NO!"
The phone rang again. A shock passed through her tits and down to her cunt. The phone's jangling seemed to cut through her very soul. Kathy jerked her head away from the phone, covering her ears again and groaning.
Of course, it could be someone from the school calling about Linda. What if her daughter had been seriously hurt in some accident, and all she did was cower on the couch, refusing to answer the phone? How could she live with that?
Mustering her courage, Kathy slid off the sofa, gathered her robe around her waist, and reached for the phone.
"Yes?" Her voice was weak and unsteady.
"I wanna come back and fuck you," the voice breathed heavily.
Kathy stiffened. It was Doug. Her fingers trembled around the receiver, as she clutched the robe protectively around her body.
"No! It isn't possible. I won't let you . . . "
"Oh, you'll let me fuck you. You'll let me do any damned thing I want. I can't get you outta my mind, you Goddamned cunt."
Kathy sat down, feeling her face flush. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she hang up? Even though she knew how dangerous Doug might be, there was something terribly exciting about him, something that made her hang onto the receiver-even though common sense told her to hang up.
"I'll call the police," she said unconvincingly. She spread her legs apart, letting her silken bathrobe fall open.
"Naw, you're not gonna do that. If you were, they'd be knockin' my fuckin' door down now. I'm comin' back . . . with a friend."
A friend? Kathy stood up, swaying back and forth, feeling the room spin around her. This was going too far. She couldn't let herself become the campus slut.
"No, don't ever come back here! If you do . . . "
Her fingers trembled even worse now. She felt the phone slide hot and slippery around her ear.
"You don't have to talk. I'm comin' over, and I'm gonna suck your cunt . . . nice and easy at first, then I'll shove my tongue up to your hot little cut."
Kathy closed her eyes, fighting down the burning itch that throbbed right in the center of her cunt! Her knees felt weak. She sat down again. Hang up! she told herself. But some terrible demon inside made her listen to the filthy words, pouring out like garbage from the receiver.
". . . then, I'm gonna kiss your tits. Each nippie, real slow. I'm gonna lick your cunt 'til you start beggin' for more. Just like you did when I fucked you the first time. Baby, I don't know what your problem is. But you're one of those women who just don't know when to say stop. You gotta have prick, any way you can get it."
"No, no, that isn't true," Kathy said, closing her eyes and fighting down the delicious image of Doug sucking her pussy, then moving up and biting down teasingly on her nipples. She groaned, away from the telephone, gritting her teeth, rubbing her thighs together and milking out more hot, sweet pussy juice. Her toes fanned out until they were cramped, while she rested her head against the wall. Her robe fell completely open, revealing her dark red, moist pussymeat. Her cunt glistened with pussy juice. Slowly, the woman dropped her free hand down to her cuntal mound, spreading apart her outer cuntlips and rubbing her palm against her clit, while Doug continued his one-way conversation.
"You still there?" Doug asked.
Kathy licked her lips. "Yes, but I . . . "
"I'm gonna start eatin' those big tits of yours, eat 'em up, 'til you start cryin'. Yeah, you practically cried when I stuck my cock into your ass, you were so hot."
She heard Doug groan. He was jacking off. The woman panted hard, feeling dizzy, as his words burned into her brain.
"I'm gonna fuck you real slow, this time. I'll even let you put my prick into your cunt. You ever put a cock into your pussy? You ever touch a guy's cock while it slides in?"
"Oh . . . ohhhh, God!" Kathy breathed. This was going too far!
"You'll feel it better this time. I'll stretch your cunt with my cock 'til you squirm and cry."
"No, I'm going to hang up now. And don't you come over to my house. I don't want to see you again . . . "
Kathy had begun to move her ass up and down against the steady, wet rub of her fingers. She couldn't keep her ass still. Thank God, he couldn't hear what she was doing. Her tender, glistening cunt flesh stretched tantalizingly under her manipulations. She opened up more secret hollows to her fingertips, wishing Doug was there to fuck her.
"I bet I can make you cum twice," Doug breathed. "I made you cum all those other times. And me and my buddy can take real good of your cunt for you."
"No, NO!"
Kathy shuddered. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now, like a festering wound. Her cunt was feverish and swollen. Her fingers curled in the wet fur, while her clit beat like a bass drum.
"No, NO!" she cried again.
When Doug told her he was going to fuck her until she couldn't piss for a week, the woman managed to pry the phone from her ear and slam it down hard. The jangling bells still rang in her ear, and she felt her climax wash over her pussy like a tidal wave.
"UNNGHHHH.. . "
Kathy stamped her feet, almost losing her balance. Part of her robe slipped halfway down her torso, as her tits jiggled from the force of her climax. She had jerked herself off, while that horrible young man had told her all those filthy things over the phone. As her climax ebbed, and Kathy leaned heavily against the back of the chair, she shook her head, wondering where all this would lead. She was turning into a nympho, thinking nothing about her daughter, her career. All that mattered, it seemed, was her pussy and what could satisfy its insatiable craving. All this sex in one day! She held her head in her hands, moaning, wondering what on earth she could do to stop this mania.
"I've got to get out of here," Kathy told herself.
She had been sitting there in the corner for God only knows how long, her mind a blank, concentrating on the warm, buzzy feeling that had settled over her pussy after her wild climax. Now, she was thinking of more practical matters. She had to pack, to get away. Kathy would drive to school and pick up her daughter, tell her anything, tell her part of the truth. Whatever it took, the woman realized she had to get out of the house.
Rushing upstairs, the young woman ran around her bedroom frantically, opening closet doors and gathering up dresses. Bending down, she pulled out two suitcases, sobbing and choking, as she threw in one dress after another.
"Oh God, what am I doing?" she finally said, holding both hands to the sides of her head and staring wildly at the mess on her bed. Clothes were strewn over the floor and half the drawers in her bureau gaped open.
Sinking to her knees, Kathy rested her forehead against the side of the bed, quietly crying, wondering if she was losing her mind. Running away wouldn't help. She would only be running from herself.
"God help me," she muttered, sliding back onto the bed. She'd sleep a while, let her mind relax, along with her body. Perhaps in a fresher state of mind, she'd be able to decide what to do.
Kathy had no idea how long she'd slept. When she came to, the woman heard noises downstairs. Jerking bolt upright, Kathy peered down from her bedroom window.
It was Doug's car! She froze, holding her robe tightly to her tits. He had broken into her home! This was too much! Kathy grabbed the phone and started to dial for the police. At this point, she didn't care what anyone would say, once the truth came out. She'd handle that one later. Right now, she felt the sanctity of her home had been violated. She was about to complete the dialing, when she heard footsteps on the stairs. It sounded like two people.
Kathy dropped the phone and slipped quickly from her bed. She dashed into one of the closets, pulling the door shut.
"It was so fuckin' easy to get into this place. She left the back door wide open," Doug said, passing by the door. "You're gonna go crazy when you see this one when she gets fucked. Man, like I was tellin' you in class, she's got one hell of a hot ass. She can't wait 'til she gets prickmeat into her cunt."
Kathy bit down on her hp. So, all the boys in her class thought that about her, did they? She fought back the tears. She'd been thinking they liked her because she was such a good teacher. But now she knew the truth!
"Hey, isn't that the bedroom back there?"
"Yeah, but I thought she might be in here hiding," Doug said, his voice growing a little fainter as the two men checked out the bath.
Kathy had her fingers on the knob, wondering if she should make a run for it. No, it wouldn't work. There wasn't enough time for her to bolt down the stairs and reach the front door. Her best strategy was to wait them out, make them think she'd left town. Surely, they'd grow nervous about being found in an empty house, and would leave.
"Naw, she's not in here. Let's see . . . "
Kathy trembled, cowering in the small closet. She heard the men rummaging through her things, heard Doug calling the other one Bob. That made her think of Bob Granger, a young blond chemistry major who sat right in front of her podium.
"How 'bout . . . in . . . HERE!"
Doug yanked the closet door open violently, nearly sending Kathy sprawling into the bedroom. She screamed, gathering her robe about her, as she scrambled to her feet.
"Told you she was feisty," Doug said, grabbing her tightly around the waist.
Kathy struggled, shouting as loudly as she could. Doug threw her roughly onto the bed.
"UGHH!"
She rolled onto her belly, quickly righting herself and brushing hair from her eyes. It was Bob Granger with Doug. He was standing a little uneasily by the doorway.
"Look, just leave. Nothing's happened yet. Just get out of here, and I swear I won't call the police after," Kathy said in a pleading voice.
"You're not going to call the police any time. I don't think your daughter would enjoy hearing about how you dig fucking with your students," Doug sneered.
"Ohhh!"
Kathy flew at him with her fingernails. But Doug was fast, backhanding her across the face and knocking her, dazed, back onto the bed. Her arms flew out crucifixion style and her legs shot apart. Doug jumped on top of her, ripping the robe from her body and throwing it on the floor, with the rest of her scattered clothing.
The blonde managed to squirm out from under him the moment he started kissing her neck. She struggled to her feet, thinking she could make it to the door. Bob was blocking her way, his eyes wide, glazed-that same look Doug had in his eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," Bob said in a low, even voice.
Kathy cried out, crossing her arms over her tits, feeling despair settle over her like a cloud. It was all over for her. Doug was behind her, dragging her back to the bed.
"Let's hogtie the bitch," Doug said, staring down at a pile of pantyhose. He pushed her down, while Bob pulled out the belt from her robe.
"She that hot?" he asked, tying the silk belt around her wrists, snugging it tight. "Man, I watch her during class, and I'm not sure." His eyes leered at the struggling woman, dropping down to her pussy.
"She's so fucking hot, her cunt'll fry up your prick. You'll see. Wonder what her daughter's like?" Doug mused out loud. "She might be even better than the old lady."
"No, NO! Do what you want to with me-but leave Linda alone!"
"Don't worry, baby. You're more 'n enough to handle right now," Doug said, rolling her onto her side. She was already helpless, as he bent her knees back. He tugged her wrists and ankles together, and cinched them tight with two square knots. Roughly, he shoved her onto her back again. The soles of her feet were pressed together, each ankle bound to one of her wrists. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away. Doug edged forward between her opened thighs. Kathy stared wild-eyed at him.
"Mmmmmmm, you can smell her cunt. Nice, hot pussy," he said, starting to undress.
Kathy watched with growing horror, as her students started stripping. Their bare hairy chests and their thick-muscled thighs soon came into view. Bob, she could see, was as well-endowed as Doug. The dark red tip of his prick was already oozing pre-cum.
"It's gonna be a double fuck, Kathy. A real hard double fuck," he whispered. Doug crawled between her sprawled legs, shoving his cockshaft between her cuntlips, spreading them with his cockhead. Kathy whimpered, breathing strangely as the head of his prick tickled her clit. She was an animal; a wild, insatiable animal tied up in bed, hoping for another series of mind-blasting cuntal explosions. Doug moved again, letting his heavy-hanging balls drop into the flood of her cunt juices.
"NOOOOO!"
The cry was more to herself than to the men, as Kathy's hogtied fucking spree began.
CHAPTER TEN
They fucked her hard, fast, brutally. It was as if Doug hadn't had a woman in years. He skewered his cock into her fuckhole, shuddering as her cunt juices bubbled out and wet his tightening balls. In and out; In and out. He trenched out her pussy with only half of his cock-rod, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, while his knees jammed tightly between her tied-back thighs.
Kathy squirmed under his attack, shouting for help, while praying no one would hear her. It was a terrible position to be in! The teasing, trenching movements of the stud's prickhead drove her up the wall, making her wish the fucking would go on forever. And yet, thoughts of her daughter possibly coming home early, of the neighbors hearing her and discovering what was happening, assailed her. This was wrong, totally wrong! She should be fighting them off. That was why she kept moving her ass frantically, pitching wildly like a crazy woman, screaming for help-while her body demanded more brutal fucking.
"Shit, you get 'er in the ass," Doug said, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and rolling over to one side.
Bob finished stripping quickly, tearing the zipper of his Levi's. Climbing onto the bed just as his buddy turned Kathy over, he slipped down, grasping her jutting hip bones.
Kathy's eyes widened when she felt Bob's face pressed against her buttocks. She instinctively hunched forward, spearing her pussy onto Doug's hard cock-rod.
"OOOOOOO!"
She closed her eyes, her legs tugging at the pantyhose. Bob squirmed under her bound ankles, opening his mouth and tonguing her ass-globes. The sensation of that soft, hot, wet tongue slurping up and down over her asscheeks sent shivers of delight down her spine. She arched her back, feeling her flesh pucker up into goose bumps. The bed creaked under their weight.
"Huhhhrr! HUHHHHRRRR!" Kathy slurred.
He was sticking his tongue into her shitter! Kathy thought she was going to scream from the sensation! It was like being fucked with a flexible, wriggling cock! More pussy juice ran from her cunthole, oozing from her velvety lining. Doug hunched down and buried more than half his prickshaft into her furry, clinging fuckhole.
"Fuck, fuck," he muttered, kissing her on the throat.
"Fuck," Bob echoed, digging his fingers into her fleshy ass-globes. He ran his tongue up and down her asscrack now, tickling her sensitive ass-flesh with his thick mustache. Kathy groaned, wallowing wildly between the two men. Bob held more firmly onto her ass, chewing lightly on the pinkish-gray flesh protecting her shitter.
"Oh no, noooo . . . Stop it, please, I . . . I can't take it . . . "
Kathy shivered from the pleasure raking across her clit. Doug angled his cock down a little more than before, constantly rubbing his prickshaft against her stiff clit. Yelping, groaning, Kathy pulled so tightly against the pantyhose bindings she nearly severed the nerves in her wrists and ankles.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Bob's mustache felt like bristled brushes as it scraped across her soft ass-flesh. His teeth tore at her asscheeks, nibbling teasingly, maddeningly at her asshole. He was slurping like a dog lapping up water, moaning that he was going to fuck her in the ass until she couldn't walk. Oh, to have two cocks in her! That was something she'd never even dreamed of before! The thought of having two men fucking her at the same time burned into her mind.
Doug pulled his cock out with a squishy pop. Kathy cried out, clenching her jaw in frustration. Her body shivered, while sweat trickled down her face, plastering her hair to her cheeks. She could almost hear her cuntlips fluttering, sucking in nothing but air, as Doug's cock jerked hard against her belly.
"Come on, buddy. Go on and fuck the bitch in the ass, while I play around with her pussy," Doug said.
Kathy felt the other young man squirm up, resting his chin against the back of her neck. She felt his prick slide up into her asscrack. For a while, he was satisfied with dry-fucking her, rubbing the full length of his cockshaft up and down her asscrack.
Doug cupped his palm between her spread legs.
He grasped her pussy mound, ramming his thumb into her cunt slot.
Without thinking, the woman thrust her cunt down, imbedding Doug's thumb in her hot, wet pussy.
"Yeah, nice'n hot. Baby, you're gonna keep on fuckin' all night, if we've got anything to say about it," Doug muttered.
Kathy grunted like a stuck pig. She felt him shoving his thumb in deeper, at an angle. He was searching for something. Yes, he was searching for her swollen clit. Bending it, the young man toyed with the slippery little nubbin of her clit, pressing it down, flicking it, making the woman cry out again and again. He curled his thumb and poked teasingly at her clit, then he crushed it under his jagged nail.
"WAWWWWY Y Y YEEE!"
Kathy stiffened and clamped her pussy. Never before had she felt such mind-crushing pain. Panting now, the young woman fought to keep her sanity. Her neck veins distended, pressing against her flesh.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she cried out.
Doug ground his teeth together, his eyes wide with lewd lust, as he watched the girl struggle under his brutal finger-fucking.
Kathy felt the blunt, fat head of his prick shoving against her asshole. The fleshy wrinkled lips around her asshole puckered in under the pressure. The blonde felt his fingers tightly gripping her shoulders, felt his breath become shallow and uneven, as he worked his hips from side to side, trying to screw his cockshaft into her pussy.
"NO!" Kathy shouted, jerking forward.
But Doug only increased the pressure of his stabbing thumbnail on her clit, forcing her to retreat and shove back onto the other man's cock. It was a horrible dilemma! There was no way she could escape.
"OHHHHH!"
For a while, the woman thought it would be impossible to get a cock up her ass. She was too tight, too small, to cram Bob's big prick in her asshole. But, to her surprise and eventual delight, she felt her sphincters finally giving way, relaxing under the steady, relentless pressure of her student's cockshaft.
"UGNHHHH!"
"You in, man?" Doug asked, peering around her shoulder.
"Yeah . . . ughhh, almost all the way."
Kathy felt her guts being pushed aside as Bob's fat cock-rod slurped its way into her asshole. Doug topped his fingering and grabbed his prick with his free hand, sticking it back into Kathy's pussy. "Ohhhhhh!"
Fucked at both ends! She was deliciously sandwiched in between these two men, feeling their chests pressing against her body, feeling their cocks screwing in and out of her cunthole and shitter! Doug started slamming his cock lance hard into her cunt. She could also feel Bob's cock hairs scratching wonderfully against her ass. His balls slapped against her asscheeks, his prick flying in and out, faster and faster.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Kathy was being thrown roughly from one man o the other. She struggled continually against the hands that held her open and vulnerable. Jerking her head back and forth, she brayed like an ass in heat, pussy juice streaming from her fuck hole.
"Man, man, gonna make it!" Doug cried.
"Me too!" Bob shouted.
Me too, Kathy thought, as they all collided over and over. She wished she could hold Doug, pull him tightly to her, as her cunt tightened, gripping like a vise onto his plummeting cockshaft.
"SHIT!"
Bob was the first to go, spraying his cum into her tight little asshole. Kathy cried out, her eyes nearly lopping from their sockets as she felt his jizz burning like acid into her ass guts. She pitched forward, slamming hard into Doug.
"Man, baby, this is . . . IT!"
As the first bursts of Doug's spunk burned into her pussy, she screamed, jerking her knees farther apart. Then she tried to slam them together. But the nylon pantyhose kept her kegs pried open. The moment of burning madness was on her. The itchy ache in her cunt exploded, making the blonde woman scream.
"NOOOOOOOO! OHHHH, GOD!"
She pitched against both men, fighting to free herself, as the mind-blowing spasms shot through her pussy again and again.
When it was finally over, Bob pulled his cock out of her ass, wiped off on the sheets, then slapped her hard on the ass.
"You were right. She's a great fuck . . . almost as good as she is as a teacher," Bob said, chuckling as he slid off the bed and padded to the bathroom.
"Now, you're not gonna do somethin' dumb, like report us, are you?" Doug said, pinching her hard on the chin.
"No . . . I promise I won't," Kathy stammered, sensing the end of this show.
"Good. 'Cause I'd have to tell all the folks about just how hot you were to fuck, and how you dragged me in here, yowlin' like a fuckin' cat in heat and-"
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried, closing her eyes and turning her head away. Tears blinded her. The shame, the horror, of her own body disgracing her like this! Kathy wanted to die.
"Just as long as you understand where we stand," Doug said, pulling his prick out and starting to untie the woman.
"Are you going . . . going to come back?" she asked hesitatingly, feeling her heart contract when she was answered with only a smile.
"You'd better clean this place up. Somebody coming around here'd figure out you've been fucking," Doug wryly observed, pulling on his pants.
The two young men swaggered out of her bedroom, clumping down the stairs, leaving Kathy to deal with the ruin of both her wardrobe and her life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Linda blinked her eyes open. The fuzziness that had earlier settled over her brain was disappearing. The first thing she noticed was that the men no longer had her tied up in that grotesque position. She sensed her legs drawn together, her arms down at her sides. Her asscheeks still burned and ached from the beating they had received from both belts. Was her ordeal over? Were the bikers gone? David! Oh God, what about him? Had they killed her boyfriend?
"Ughhh
Trying to get up, Linda felt her head throb painfully. She held one hand to her temple, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. The beatings and fuckings had taken their toll. She felt exhausted, drained of most of her will and energy. Still, she had to find the courage and strength to get out of this place.
"David . . . ? "
She called out his name softly, looking nervously about to see if the bikers were around. No one answered. Linda rubbed her palms over her upper arms, feeling a chill of horror flash through her body. Getting up, she stared at the closet door. Behind there, David was waiting . . . she hoped.
"Ohhhh . . . "
Her knees were weak. The girl leaned against the table, closing her eyes again, breathing deeply, trying to regain some strength. Stumbling across the dirty wooden floor, she reached the closet. Curling her fingers around the knob, she opened the door.
"David!"
He was lying there, legs doubled back, wrists and ankles bound together. A filthy handkerchief had been stuffed in his mouth, held there by a large piece of half-inch rope.
"Oh, David," she muttered, dropping to her knees and working quickly to untie him. She was expecting Mike and Jack to come bursting in, pulling her off David and beating her savagely in front of him. She worked harder, sweat breaking out under her swaying tits.
"Linda!" David cried, spitting out some of the filth that had accumulated in his throat. "Did they hurt you much?"
The girl dropped her eyes. She felt tears welling up and fought to keep them from rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"No," she muttered, batting her lashes, fighting down the blush that told the truth. "They didn't hurt me much. But we've got to get out of here before they come back."
"I heard them beating you," David went on, his blue eyes looking searchingly into hers.
"It's all right, David. I don't want to talk about it now."
She had managed to untie the rope holding his ankles and wrists together, and had begun working on the rope binding his arms to one another, when the door flew open. Linda thought she was going to drop of a heart attack. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. Jerking around and holding one hand protectively to her throat, she saw Mike and Jack standing there, each with a can of beer in his hand.
"Hey, the little cunt's trying to get away," Jack said, taking another swig of beer, then spitting it toward the girl in a thick yellow spray. "Ohhhh . . . "
Linda closed her eyes, feeling bile rising in her throat. They were back! God in heaven, they were back to hurt her some more!
"No, no, NO!" she screamed, jumping up and running like a mad woman.
David thrashed wildly in his bonds. "DON'T HURT HER!" he cried, as Mike grabbed the shrieking girl around the waist.
"Shut up! We're gonna fuck your girlfriend again, little boy," Jack said, turning around and laughing at the helpless young man, now half out of the closet. "We've been fuckin' her all fuckin' day. And man, she eats it up. There ain't nothin' this little bitch don't like, long as it's got somethin' to do with cock. When we get through with her, she'll be ready to fuck the shit outta you. Don't worry about that."
"NOOO!" Linda shouted.
The bikers were half drunk. They had been drinking heavily, while Linda lay unconscious in the cabin. When they returned and found Linda helping David to escape, they decided to give her one last good-bye fuck.
Jack clamped one hand over her mouth, taking her from Mike. He dragged her kicking, biting and writhing-out the doorway and down the steps.
"Man, she's a bitch. Fuck her like a Goddamned dog," Mike suggested.
Jack laughed, arching back, spreading his legs apart for better balance and walking backwards toward a thick growth of bushes. Mike held his beer for him, as the young biker threw Linda down into the bushes. The prickly overgrowth whipped her face and snagged her long hair. She kept her eyes shut. Linda was more afraid of what they would do to David, than to her.
"No, stop, stop it! I can't do it any more. I can't . . . "
It didn't matter what she said. Jack pushed her down a little farther, getting into a slightly clearer area. Before she could recover, after Jack dropped her and knocked the wind out of her, he jammed a foul-smelling handkerchief in her mouth. Mike started pinching her thighs, laughing when she forced a muffled squeal through the rag.
"It don't matter how many times she gets fucked, man. She still acts like it's the first time," he commented, taking another swig from the can.
"NOOO!"
Both of them squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Linda's eyes were big and unblinking. Why was this going on? Why was this happening to her? Hadn't she suffered enough?
"Linda!" David cried out from the cabin.
Tears fell from her eyes. It was happening again. Dear God, it was happening again. In spite of everything, she could feel her pussy growing hot and wet. What on earth had they done to her? She was boiling down there in her cunt. Rivers of pleasurable sensation passed from her nipples, along her nerves, and into her cunt. Her naked body burned with lust.
"DAVID!" she cried, spitting out the gag and coughing.
"She likes to fight. Can't have that," Jack said.
"I got some rope," Mike said, fishing out more line from his hip pocket.
They threw her against a tree, forcing her hands around the trunk and tying her wrists together. Linda screamed. The rope hurt her chafed flesh.
"We can't fuck 'er like that too well," Mike said, staring at the helpless, wailing teen.
"Not 'less we fuck 'er in the ass. That's not a bad idea. But we done that before."
Then she heard nothing. Turning her head, Linda tried to see what was happening. She pressed her cunt against the tree trunk. The rough bark scratched pleasantly. She bent her knees, opening wide enough to get her clit against the hard exterior.
"Look, she's fuckin' the tree!" Mike said.
Linda heard the hiss of leather against fabric. She shuddered, knowing they were going to beat her again. No sooner had she thought of that, than the belt came down. The slap of leather on her naked flesh made her tighten her ass-globes. A welt rose quickly. The force of that blow knocked her against the tree, jarring her chin. Linda whimpered, as the pain quickly became a warmth, glowing across her ass and spreading up to her cunt.
When the next blow came, the girl tightened her ass, raising her asscheeks into fists. Gooseflesh erupted. Her cunt snapped shut and her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. She choked on her own spit, then the third blow came. The sounds of their curses and laughter burned into her brain, as she bucked and thrashed against the tree.
"UGNHHH!"
It was unbelievable. She was opening her crotch, forcing her cunt against the tree. A shred of bark got into her pussy. She manipulated her cuntal muscles until the little intruder was lodged against her clit. She relaxed her ass-globes and let the next blow, and the next, and the next, ripple her ass. She worked her pussy along the sharp-edged bark.
"NO!"
She threw her head back, as another slashing wallop slammed across both asscheeks. Her spine was straight, her head tilted at a sharp angle to the tree. It was as if his belt was a hammer, pounding her into the tree. She couldn't stand it much longer. Linda had to have something bigger, more abusive in her cunt. Oh, what a slut she had become! Cocks, cigarettes, fingers fucking her in the pussy, in the ass! She needed it. She needed fucking the way she needed food and water.
"UGHHH! UNGHHHHH!"
The blows came down across her jutting shoulder blades, leaving long red marks down her back and across her asscheeks. She pumped her thighs furiously, digging that piece of bark harder and harder against her bloated, slick clit. An explosion raced through her cunt. She wrapped her legs tightly around the tree and fucked wildly. Yes, she was fucking the tree, as one of the bikers had said. She was fucking it as if it was her lover. Throwing her head from side to side, feeling her hair splashing over her shoulders, the girl went wild, slamming her cunt into the roughedged bark.
"LET HER GO!"
David's voice cut through the forest stillness, just as the fine throes of Linda's unnatural orgasm had subsided.
"David," she whispered weakly, sagging against the tree. Her knees buckled. Turning her head weakly, she saw David. He was just standing there, his clothes torn, his face dirty. In his hands was a rifle, fully loaded and cocked, ready to fire.
"Hey, man, we . . . " Jack began, spreading his arms apart and laughing good-naturedly. Linda detected a flash of nervousness in his eyes.
"I should kill you for this," David said, his lower jaw trembling. Linda could see tears in his eyes.
"No, no! Don't, David!" she cried, tugging at her bonds. "If you kill them, you'd only be as low as them. Don't lower yourself to their level." She was feeling guilty. Jack and Mike were no more to blame than she. If he killed those two, then he should put a bullet into her head, too.
The young man stood there hesitantly, then seemed to make up his mind.
"Linda loosened the ropes enough for me to get free. This is my dad's rifle," he said, jerking the gun, still pointing it at Mike's head. "I'm a damned good shot. You guys should've checked out the cabin for it." He smiled grimly. "Now get the fuck outta here, and don't come back."
David stepped aside, pointing the gun at the retreating bikers, then marching at a safe distance behind them.
"I'll be back," David said.
Linda, still bound to the tree, began to sob. There was a long silence, followed by the roaring of two motorcycles. She fought back her tears, breathing in deeply. It was over. At least, for a while. But what about the perverted fires that had been let loose in her body?
"Linda, Linda, we're okay," David said, rushing back to her and throwing down the rifle. He untied her quickly, holding her in his arms, caressing her welt-streaked back.
"Thank you, David, thank you," she murmured. "What about my mother. What about . . . ? "
"We'll think of something. You hurt bad?" he asked, pulling her away and examining her.
"I'm okay. Just need some rest," she said, leaning heavily against himn. Already, her mind was working. Nobody could see her body for the next few days, until the lash marks healed. And then? Oh, she'd think of that later. Perhaps David could satisfy some of the perverse lusts those bikers had unleashed in her.
"Everything's gonna be okay," he said, tightening his grip around her waist and leading the naked girl back to the cabin.
"Yes, okay," she echoed, wondering if he was capable of seeing the future.
* * *
Back at home, Kathy sat quietly in the living room. She had already cleaned up her bedroom and dressed simply in slacks and a blouse. No, she couldn't bring herself to leave the college. Somehow, she'd have to find a way to deal with this growing horror. How could she handle Doug and his friends? There had to be a way. Resting her chin in her hands, Kathy sighed, biting her lower lip. Going to the dean was impossible. But . . .
Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up outside. At first, she froze. Then, she realized it was David, bringing Linda home from school.
Pushing back the curtains, Kathy saw her daughter climbing out of the car, books in one hand, looking a little pale. Well, thank God, none of this had touched her daughter yet! Linda would grow up to be a good girl, safe from the fires of sadistic and masochistic lust. Yes, she'd find a way to deal with this horror. And none of it would touch Linda!
