Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In HOUSEWIFE IN CHAINS, Julie Reeves finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Julie suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Julie Reeves looked at the golden-red patch of hair that surrounded her cunt. Tiny, glistening drops of pussy juice hung in the mesh like milky pearls. Carefully, she pulled the loose folds of cunt flesh back with her long nails. An immediate spasm of pleasure fluttered up and down her constricted cunt walls.
"Better hurry, or I'll start without you," she called out to her husband.
Stan walked out of the bathroom, his body still wet from the shower. He dropped the towel he was holding and let his eyes move over his wife's naked body.
Although they had been married for almost ten years, the sight of her naked body always excited him. His cock throbbed to life and gently slapped his stomach.
He walked toward the bed, then crawled between her parted thighs. As he sat back on his haunches and touched her knees with both hands, his gaze took in her firm, ripened features.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, licking his lips.
She was, even more so than that first day he'd seen her. The years had softened the angles, filled out her breasts, made her hips rounder.
"You're not bad, yourself," Julie giggled. "Mmmmm, now give me that sweet cock before I rape you! I'm not gonna have any cock for a week, you know."
Stan wanted to savor this moment. Instead of pouncing on her and drilling his cock in with one fuck-stroke, he liked to torture himself.
He slipped his hands over the tops, of her thighs and brushed his fingertips into the delicate patch of silky cunt hair. The mere touch seemed to send jolts of pleasure into his loins.
Again, he let his eyes trail over her sensuous body. She was almost as tall as he was, and as she lay back, her fingers kneading her full, well-shaped tits, she looked like a goddess.
Her hair was the color of burnished copper, setting off the peach-colored tint of her flesh. Her eyes were large and green as emeralds. Her mouth was pert, and her eager smile revealed even, white teeth.
Slowly, he lowered his face to her pussy and inhaled deeply. She smelled of musk and perfume, of raw sensuality.
"God, I love this sweet pussy," he murmured, dipping the tip of his tongue inside her pink pussy opening. Her cunt lips closed around his tongue and sucked him farther inside. "Shit . . . you've got the tightest, hottest little cunt in the whole fucking world!"
Julie jerked to a raised position when she felt his searching tongue move more deeply into her pussy. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into the taut muscles. A gurgling moan escaped her lips.
"Not too much of this. Okay?" she said. "It's so good, I can't take it!"
"Try and stop me," Stan chuckled. He placed his fingers to the sides of her cunt opening and pulled her pussy lips wider apart. He then ran his teeth over her clit and the oozing, pink pussy membranes. "Just fucking try to keep me from chewing you up, baby."
Julie loved it and hated it when he ate her cunt. His tongue was nice, of course, but nothing like his massive cock-all thick and rubbery, and big enough to fill every inch of her fuck hole. And when he came, those thick, creamy fuck juices were like acid, eating into her guts.
"Then at least let me suck you, too," she said, struggling beneath him.
"Just lie there awhile," Stan said, pushing her back down. "Remember, I'm not gonna have this pussy for a week, either."
Julie wondered if she would last out the week he would be gone. Lately she had been craving cock more than ever before. Still, they both had agreed that it would be best for him to go alone. He and his students were going to rough it in the hills, looking for Indian artifacts, and she would just be in the way.
She would have to get enough cock to last her for a week, she decided. She would fuck him and herself silly on this last night.
"Mmmmm, so sweet," Stan groaned, delving deeply into her steaming cunt. "You like it, baby?"
Julie clawed at his shoulders, then let her hands move to the back of his head. She pressed him harder against her cunt and thrust her hips upward at the same time.
"Fuck . . . fuck me with your tongue, you bastard!" she cried out, her ecstasy building dramatically. "Goddamn you . . . chew me up and swallow it."
While he licked and bit at her pussy, she slowly lifted both legs, then draped them over his shoulders. She locked her ankles together, then froze, feeling a wild convulsion of pure pleasure inside her cunt.
"Jesus! You're fucking hotter than a firecracker," Stan said, feeling her cunt flesh melt around his tongue.
"Oh! Oh!" Julie screamed, then she began writhing and bucking like she was on fire. Another massive spasm of orgasm riddled her insides. "Stan . . . eat my cunt . . . don't ever stop . . . fuck!"
At last, her climax subsided, leaving her cunt walls throbbing with satisfaction. She let her legs drop back to the bed, then pushed against his body.
"Now me," she said, her voice hoarse with desire. "You ate ... I want it . . ."
She pushed him to his back and crawled between his muscular thighs. And just looking at his beautiful cock renewed her ecstasy. She held his cockshaft up and kissed the satiny prick-tip, tasted a salty drop of clear fluid that oozed from his cum hole.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Stan said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "All the fucking way in."
With one gulp, she let her lips slide to the thick, hairy root. When his cockhead slipped across the roof of her mouth, then stabbed between her tonsils, a flutter of excitement hit the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and gave a soft groan.
Every time she sucked his cock, she liked it more. His prick was so big-ten inches of cockmeat! And the way it throbbed and filled her throat!
She munched at the base of his cock for a few more minutes, then slowly pulled upward. With just the tip of his cockshaft between her teeth, she looked upward at his handsome face.
He was a study in angles-delicious, masculine angles. His face was square, framed by a shock of dark-brown hair. His eyes were the color of melted chocolate. He didn't look thirty years old. His muscular frame gave him the look of a man ten years younger. Thick, brown hair matted his muscular chest.
"Mmmmm, I want you to fuck my mouth," she groaned, twisting her fingers into the short, wiry hairs on his chest.
Stan grinned, then flipped her on her back. After planting his knees into her armpits, he leaned forward, digging the entire length of his cock-lance into her throat.
"How's this?" he grunted, squirming his ass over her pointed, firm breasts. "Want it a little harder?"
"Mmm-hmmm," Julie answered, slipping her hands between his thighs, to his ass. She stabbed her nails into his dark, greasy shitter crack, forcing him harder against her face.
Stan thrust his full weight downward. As he did, his swollen, cum-filled balls hung against her chin. He squirmed around for a few seconds, grinding his crotch hairs against her teeth, then slowly pulled back up.
Julie was so excited with the way it felt, she was writhing as if in pain. She jerked her head upward and again gnawed to the thick, hairy root of his cock. She liked the pressure of his body. And she liked the pain it caused. For some reason, it made the pleasure even better.
Like now. Her pussy was throbbing wildly, almost sucking air. She squeezed her knees together to relieve some of the horrible craving, but it only made her more desperate.
"Take it, cocksucking cunt!" Stan grunted, increasing the momentum of his fucking. Soon, his tight, hairy ass was a fleshy blur, the sounds of his crotch hitting her face echoing off the walls. "All the way in . . . gonna blow my fucking cum . . . out your goddamned ears, bitch!"
Julie sucked and chewed furiously, feeling her throat become a vacuum for his nearing release. And she knew that only when the creamy globs of jism splattered her throat would the craving in her cunt be satisfied.
She clawed at his ass, burrowed wildly into his crotch, groaned passionately into the damp patch of brown hair.
"Shit ... I can't hold back!" Stan cried out, freezing for a second as the tightening in his balls caused a stab of pain. "Gonna . . . I . . . I .. . Unhhhhhh!"
Julie felt his cock expand, then explode, sending the first scalding shower of molten cum into her throat. The liquid was so thick it clogged her throat at first, and when his cock-head hammered back inside, the liquid was pressurized. A shower of cum shot upward, behind her nose. Then, when a second and third hot wad blasted from the end of his cock-shaft, twin silvery streams of jism gushed from both her nostrils.
"Aaaaghhhh!" she spluttered, sending a spray of cum into his crotch hairs.
"Lick it, whore!" Stan growled, slamming his full weight downward, pumping in more globs of cum. "Take every fucking drop and gargle it down."
Even Julie's cock-hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. As quickly as she gulped the fluid down, more shot from his cockhead. Soon her mouth was a milky caldron, her cheeks filled full of his cum.
She gave another choking groan, causing some of the hot liquid to spurt from her bottom lip and glue his balls to her chin.
Another climax tore into her cunt. Then another and another. After a few moments, she was in a constant state of orgasm, every cell in her body on fire.
"Shit . . . that's it," Stan said at last, punching in the final glob of cum.
He crawled around on her face, then went limp.
"God, baby, your little mouth is good as your pussy," he panted, burying his face in the sheets.
Julie lay beneath him for a long while, continuing to lick and pull in his spent cock until every drop of his cum was in her throat. When she was certain he was dry, she spit his cock-meat out and kissed over his balls, into the wiry hairs of his crotch.
"Now, fuck me," she said, pushing him off. "God, if I don't get this big prick in my pussy, I'll go nuts!"
"Roll over, baby, and I'll poke it to you doggy-style," Stan said, her hunger inflaming him with new desire. "I'll fuck it to you until you fucking bark!"
Julie lay on her stomach, then slipped her knees upward. As she balanced herself on her elbows, she looked under her body, saw his dangling balls, the underside of his rock-hard cock. The mere sight was enough to cause her pussy to constrict with anticipation.
"Do it . . . hard," she moaned, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "I . . . I want you to fuck me to pieces with that hard cock!"
Stan knelt behind her, then yanked her legs apart. With one fuck-thrust, he plowed into her cunt. His move was so quick, his balls flopped forward, smacked into her cunt hairs.
"God!" Julie screamed, bucking with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
It was always like this. His prick was so big, she would never get used to the size. It was almost as if she was a virgin each time. And she was sure if his cock was one tiny fraction of an inch bigger, her pussy would split like a pod.
"Hurt, baby?" Stan grunted, leaning forward and biting the back of her neck.
"Yes . . . and I love it," Julie whispered, her face aglow with pleasure. "Now fuck me as hard as you can. Be like a bull . . . ream out my pussy and blow it wide open with cum!"
"Then hang on, bitch!" Stan said, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. "I'm gonna fuck you a whole week's worth right here and now."
It was going to be perfect, absolutely perfect, Julie knew. His cock would slam in and out, hurt her, give her wild pleasure. And then his cum-load would boil inside, etching her quivering pussy membranes.
She moved her head around, half closed her eyes, waiting for the first hard jolt of orgasm that would come any second. The room seemed to spin, as if the large double window on the far wall was on a merry-go-round.
And then she saw the two faces at the window. The lurid grins, the wide eyes.
"Stan!" she yelled out, freezing.
"Like it?" Stan said, misreading her scream.
"Look at the window!" Julie gasped. The faces were gone.
"What's the matter?" her husband asked, stopping all movement. "What'd you see?"
"It was those damned boys from down the street," she said, her face flushing with anger.
"Who?"
"You know," she said, "that David kid and his brother . . . Alan."
"You sure?" Stan asked, angry that the mood had been broken.
"Of course I'm sure," Julie said. "I told them once before if I caught them again I'd call the police. By God, I'm gonna do it."
"Hey, they're just kids," Stan said, although it was evident from his tone that he was irritated.
"Kids, my ass!" Julie said. "They're at least eighteen."
"So call the police," Stan said. "But not tonight, honey. I've got some business to finish here."
Julie was still furious. Those little bastards had spoiled what would have been a perfect evening. Christ, snooping at windows, watching people fuck. Little perverts.
"Oh, hell, baby, just forget it," Stan said, kissing the back of her neck.
Although she did try, Julie couldn't forget what had happened. Each time her husband's cock entered her cunt, she seemed to tighten. And it began to hurt.
"Ouch!" she said, struggling from beneath him. "I ... I can't take it, Stan. I'm sorry."
Stan shrugged his shoulders and fell to his back, looking at the ceiling. A couple of seconds later, he reached for a cigarette.
"I'm sorry, baby," Julie said, now angry with herself that she'd let those morons ruin their lovemaking. "Tell you what, we'll try again. Okay?"
She couldn't let him leave like this, angry and frustrated. Even if it did hurt, she would satisfy him.
"I'll be good to you," she said. "Want me to be real good, honey? Hmmm? I'll ride that big cock. Okay?"
Although they both had to force it, they began slowly recreating the lost mood. Julie straddled his middle and rubbed his cockhead up and down her cunt crack. Slowly, her pussy relaxed. She guided his cock inside, then pushed her full weight down.
"Ohhhh . . . your pussy is so fucking tight!" Stan grunted. "Maybe I should hire those boys full-time."
Julie ignored his remark and concentrated fully on pleasing him, if not herself. She began squirming around, sucking his cock fully inside her cunt. Her pussy lips loosened a little more, allowing his prick to slide in and out more smoothly.
"Christ, that's good, baby," Stan said, grasping her tits with both hands. He sat up slightly and buried his face between her silky tit mounds, let his tongue slide back and forth between the rubbery, pink nipples. "Take it all the way in your pussy and fuck me dry . . . whore!"
As his cock dug into her cunt, Julie felt her body relax. Delicate spasms shivered from the back of her pussy, molded her cunt flesh around his expanding cock.
"Lick my tits and fuck me," she groaned, throwing her head back. "God, Stan ... I love this ... I love your sweet, big cock!"
"I hope you love cum, too," Stan grunted, every muscle in his body flexing. "Because I'm gonna blow you fucking apart, baby!"
When Julie forced her full weight down on his prick, she felt the first of his scalding cum splash into her cunt. And for a moment, nothing mattered but the delicious spasms of her own growing orgasm.
"Ohhh . . . fuck me!" she cried out. "God . . . fuck me full of cum and . . . and . . . Aieeeeeeee!"
Her climax tore upward, then exploded, filling her entire body with savage release. She began bucking and writhing, clawing at his arms and shoulders.
"All of it, bitch!" Stan said, suddenly flinging himself forward. He crushed his full weight down on her body and planted the last of his cum deeply into her cunt. "Unhhhhhh! God . . . take it and fuck it, whore!" he panted.
Julie squirmed beneath him, then felt her body go limp. It had been good, yes, but it could have been so much better. If only . . .
Renewed anger flooded her mind. Yes, she would go to the police tomorrow. It just wasn't fair, what those creeps had done.
I'll fix the little bastards, Julie thought.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'll fix you, lady," the boy said as he and Julie left the police station. His brother added immediately, "And we'll fix you good!"
Julie felt tears sting her cheeks. Christ, they call that justice? Those policemen had actually snickered at her. Then after her outrage, they had called the boys and confronted them with it. Naturally, they had lied, and could even prove they were at the movies.
The lady is seeing things. Their buddies could prove that. Just call them and ask them.
Well, that was that, Julie thought, getting into her car. If only Stan had seen them, too. She could only wait for the next time, as the police said, and try to have a witness.
As she drove home, she felt a shiver of fright. She was going to be alone for a week, and those boys sounded pretty angry.
"We'll fix you," they had said.
Probably make obscene calls, she thought. Or sit outside her window and make frightening noises.
For the first time in her life, she dreaded going home.
* * *
Julie lay in bed, but sleep eluded her. There had been no phone calls, no noises outside her window. Still, at three a.m., she felt as if something was out there.
Waiting.
At last, she fell asleep, but her dreams were horrible. She saw their faces, heard their voices. Then suddenly, the dream became too real. She fought, struggled to wake up.
The large hand clamped her throat, and she realized that she was awake.
"I'm gonna fix you!" the voice said.
"No!" she screamed, trying to break away.
Another pair of hands were on her ankles, jerking her legs apart. She could smell the warm breath against her mouth, feel his grip tighten.
"God . . . please!" she begged, her mind exploding with horror.
"I want her first," a deep voice said. "You hold her down and let me fuck the shit out of this pussy."
Suddenly, the room was flooded with light as the boy turned on the lamp. Julie squinted, then looked at them.
David-the one holding her upper body down-was huge, well over six feet tall. Blond, curly hair framed his face, and his blue eyes were flashing with sadistic lust. His brother Alan was at the foot of the bed holding her feet. He looked a lot like his brother except for coloring. Jet black hair surrounded his angular face, and his eyes were almost black.
"Since your ol' man is gonna be out of town, we thought we'd keep you company," David said, yanking his zipper down. "Baby, you're gonna get all the cock you can handle."
Julie was so terrified she couldn't even scream. Her eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. She gasped when his thick slab of cock flopped out and hit the side of her arm.
"Don't . . . God, don't!" she begged, her eyes widening with pure fear.
"You want to suck my cock, or do you want me to fuck you first?" David laughed.
"Come on, stop playing around," Alan said. "Fuck her or let me at her."
There was nothing Julie could do, she realized. No matter how much she fought, she was no match for one of them, much less two.
She was going to be raped.
She was a virgin when she had married Stan, and his cock was the only cock ever to enter her pussy. Tonight, all that would be changed.
Two cocks would tear into her pussy!
While she lay there horrified, David shucked out of his clothes and scrambled over her body. He then bit down on her mouth like a striking snake and humped his ass hard between her outstretched legs.
Julie felt his massive, pulsating cockhead slip between her cunt lips, drive deeply into her guts. She felt a spasm of burning pain, causing her back to arch.
"Mmmmffff!" she screamed into his mouth. She tore at his muscular back with her nails, then hammered with her fists. "You . . . you bastard!"
Suddenly, her head was jerked to one side as he hit her. After a split second of numbness, a flood of pain swept into her cheek.
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" David spat. "I'm gonna fuck you, with or without your help. And if I have to beat you to death, I will. Now, be a good lady and lie here. Shit, you might enjoy a little young cock. Who knows?"
"Hurry up!" Alan urged. "My cock is so hard for some of her pussy, it's gonna break off."
"Aw, shut up!" David said, shooting his brother a grin. "I'm gonna show this lady how good fucking really is. And it might take all night."
He thrust his cock hard inside her pussy, then squirmed his ass around. When he did, he felt her pussy tighten, grasp his prick like a greasy fist.
"Ohhhh ... it hurts!" Julie cried. "Please . . . you're going to tear my pussy apart. You're too big."
"And you like big cock, don't you?" David said, kissing her again. "I saw the way you licked on your husband's prick. Bet you love the shit out of gobbling down cum."
Julie thought she was going to vomit. It was happening, really happening. This evil bastard is sticking his cock inside me! He has no right! Only Stan can do that . . .
"Mmmmm, this is good pussy," David grunted, beginning to move his ass quickly up and down. "Just wait, Alan. You ain't ever had a pussy this fucking tight!"
There was nothing she could do but lie there and take it, Julie realized. If she struggled, it would only hurt more. And soon, it would be over. They would fuck her, fill her full of their horrible cum, then leave.
She exhaled and let her body go limp. A few seconds later, however, she flinched.
No! It couldn't be happening! His powerful fuck strokes had caused a ripple of . . . pleasure!
Not pleasure-please God, no-but a relief from some of the pain.
"Like it, baby?" David grunted, plunging harder into her pussy. "Like my big, young cock fucking you like this?"
"I . . . I hate it," Julie said, more to herself than to him.
"Unhhhh . . . take it deep, baby. All the fucking way in," David said. "I've got ten sweet inches of prick for you to fuck on."
About the size of Stan. And if she blocked him out of her mind, and thought of Stan, it could very well be Stan.
His cock was thick and meaty, totally filling her fuck hole. And those balls. Sliding up and down the insides of her thighs. Large and' hairy, his balls were full of hot, young cum.
A delicate spasm twitched her cunt muscles, molding her around his plunging cockshaft. She tried fighting it until beads of sweat popped out on her forehead, but it was useless.
She was going to have an orgasm while being raped!
"Take it, slut!" David grunted, kissing from her mouth to the hollow of her throat. After leaving her flesh wet with his spit, he sucked down on her right tit. Slowly, he sank his teeth into the base of her rock-hard nipple. "Mmmmm . . . suck and fuck!"
Julie's pleasure increased, then flooded her cunt like a raging current. And, to her horror, she felt her hands move from his back to his tight, hairy ass. She pressed her fingers into the taut flesh and pushed him against her pussy. Her hips thrust upward, causing her cunt to gobble his cock fully inside.
"Hey, I think she likes young cock," David said, lifting his face from her tit and giving her a leer. "Do you, lady? Huh? You like getting fucked raw like this?"
A loud moan escaped Julie's lips. She shook her head back and forth and squinted her eyes. Still, the ecstasy built, causing his cock to slosh noisily in and out of her cunt.
"Well, whether you like it or not," David said, biting down on her left tit, "I love the fuck out of it! And in a few seconds I'm gonna load you up with hot cum."
Although his words were mere vibrations around her tit, Julie knew what he said. His prick was already expanding, totally filling her pussy. His balls were throbbing at the base of his cockshaft.
"Please . . . don't," she begged, biting her lip until she tasted the salty flavor of blood.
Her climax burst around her cunt opening with full force, causing her body to freeze. Then, when her pleasure peaked violently, she stabbed her fingernails into his hairy, greasy ass crack.
"Ohhhh . . .shit, whore . . . now!" David cried out. He stopped all movement for a second, then began tearing into her pussy like a sex-crazed animal. "Take it now . . . goddamn you, bitch . . . cum . . . fuck!"
When his milky, thick cum bubbled into her cunt, Julie felt another crashing burst of climax. The fiery sensations spread throughout her body with such speed, she thought the top of her head would blow off.
"God!" she screamed. "Don't!"
Her mind, however, yelled yes. Fuck me! Fuck me full, you little bastard. I love your hot cum inside my cunt.
"Fuck it here, whore," David growled, hammering in more of his boiling jism. "Screw it here! Unh . . . up . . . here! To your fucking, cocksucking brains!"
At last, he went limp over her body, his mouth warm and wet against her tits. Slowly, he squirmed his ass around, letting the last drop of cum melt into her pussy.
Julie couldn't imagine feeling more humiliated. Not only had she been raped, but she had loved it. His cock was so big and juicy, and his cum so thick and creamy. Cum still bubbled and slipped over her cunt lips.
"Please ... get off," she whimpered, pushing against his chest. "You've done it . . . now go."
"Yeah, get off," Alan said, getting onto the bed. "It's my turn."
No . . . don't let it happen again!
"Just a second," David said. "I'm just gonna lay here and enjoy this tight pussy for a while."
Julie turned her head slightly and watched Alan get out of his clothes. Unlike David, who was almost hairless, Alan's chest was matted with curly, blue-black hair. His cock was, if anything, even bigger.
Her second big cock.
Another cock would dip into her pussy and load her up with even more cum. She would be so full of fuck cream, it would pour out her opening, dribble into her asshole.
"Get off," Alan commanded. "This babe's gonna suck me dry."
Julie's mind filled with new horror. It was one thing to lie beneath David and be violated, but to have to suck Alan off! She would have to do all the work. It would make her a partner in their crime.
"Okay," David said, pulling away, "but make it snappy. I've got other plans for our little whore."
When his cock slipped from her pussy, Julie's insides felt empty. She looked down and saw thick globs of cum clinging to her red-gold cunt hairs. Cum just like that which would soon be splashing down her throat.
"Suck me, cocksucker!" Alan said, kneeling beside her. He held his rigid cock down with his right hand, pointed the pricktip toward her mouth. "Open up like a little bird and suck on my worm."
It was anything but a worm. God, it was so huge, and covered with thick, snake-like veins. The rubbery foreskin was pulled back, revealing a shiny, oval-shaped cockhead.
What choice did she have, but do as he ordered? If she fought, they would only hit her. She opened her mouth and held her breath, and waited for the salty taste of his cock.
"Ahhhh . . . that's a good lady," Alan said, pushing his cockhead into her mouth. "Now . . . suck it all down and eat on it."
Julie's lips slipped farther down his prickshaft, then brushed into the dark, wiry hairs. His balls draped over her chin, throbbed against her flesh.
"That's just fine, baby," Alan said, placing his left hand under her head. He crushed her face fully into his crotch and squirmed his ass around. "Keep my cock in your throat . . . work on it with your tongue!"
Julie tightened the pressure of her lips and let her tongue flicker around the smooth, rubbery cock-rod. A few seconds later, she could taste the steam of his cum-load. And to her horror, she felt the back of her throat twitch.
What would his young cum taste like? Any different than Stan's? Would there be more?
"Up and down, baby," Alan instructed, lifting and lowering her head. "Suck me good and hard . . . and I'll give you enough cum to choke a horse!"
After she gobbled up and down his prick for a few seconds, he sat back and pulled her over with him. As she got to her knees and munched down on his cockshaft, he reached across her back and slipped his middle finger into the crack of her ass.
"You like sucking cock?" he grunted. "Bet you haven't had any young cock in so long, your little throat is just begging for it."
Julie hated him. Not for what he said, but because it was true. She did like sucking cock.
And she also liked the way his finger was probing at her asshole.
"How about I fuck her asshole while she sucks you?" David said, scrambling behind Julie.
Julie jerked her head away from Alan's cock and shot him a terrified expression. That was one thing she and Stan had never done. They had tried ass-fucking once, but it hurt so bad he had stopped.
"No!" she begged. "Please . . . I can't take that!"
Before she could protest further, her head was slapped down and Alan's cock jabbed fully into her throat. She gagged, then spluttered into his crotch hairs.
Then she felt the hard pressure of David's cockhead against her ass.
"Get your fucking mouth back there," Alan ordered, holding her firmly against his crotch. "Suck my cock and get your ass fucked, baby!"
Julie felt her lungs explode with a scream of pure, raw terror.
CHAPTER THREE
Julie reached behind herself and somehow managed to slap David's cock from her ass crack. She then twisted her body violently, jerking her-mouth away from Alan's prick. Her move caught both boys off balance.
She bounced from the bed and raced toward the door. Unfortunately, they were quicker, catching her as she fled down the hall. Two sets of rough hands threw her to the floor.
"Let me go, you bastards!" she shouted, kicking and clawing with her nails.
A sudden jolt of pain seared into her neck as David kicked her. She went limp, but unconsciousness evaded her. She felt herself being dragged back toward the bedroom, one foot in each of their hands.
"Guess we'll just have to make sure you don't try that again," David said sadistically. "Get something to tie her up with, Alan."
She was thrown to the bed, then David crushed his full weight down on her naked body. While she struggled, he held her arms out and kissed her.
"Please don't . . . you're hurting me!" she gasped.
"You're a wild one," David laughed. "We'd planned on giving you a quick fuck then going. Now, I guess we'll have to make a real party of this. Maybe a couple of days."
God, no! she thought. To be subjected to this horror any longer was almost too much to bear. If only she had submitted, it might even be over now.
"How's this?" Alan said, walking into the room. He held up three long lengths of chain. "Want to chain her up like a bitch dog?"
"Hey, all right!" David said. "You do her feet. I'll get her hands."
While she struggled, her arms were thrust behind her body, then her wrists were wrapped with the cold metal. At the same time, Alan bound her ankles.
Both boys sat back and watched her as she writhed in vain. Then, when she went limp from exhaustion, they shot each other cruel smiles.
"Back to work," David said. He flipped Julie to her stomach and kicked her legs apart. When he did, a jolt of pain seared into Julie's legs from the tightly wound length of chain.
"Don't fuck me there," Julie begged. "I've never done that. It'll kill me!"
"Virgin asshole, huh?" David laughed. "Shit . . . this is gonna be better than I thought!"
Alan positioned himself at the head of the bed and slipped under her chest. He grabbed her by the hair of the head and thrust her face down into his crotch.
"Suck me," he commanded. "Lick it all the way in and eat on it, whore!"
Julie was so terrified at what David was about to do, she couldn't even respond to his order. To have her ass reamed out with that horrible cock!
She flinched suddenly when she felt a gentle pressure against her ass crack. It was cold . . . metallic. What was he going to do with that other length of chain?
"Your little asshole's too small to fuck right now," David said, sliding the chain up and down her ass crack, "but when I stick this chain up there, you'll fit real nice, baby."
Julie refused to believe what he had in mind. Surely he couldn't be so horrible as to . . .
The first link of the chain was shoved up her ass.
"No!" she shouted. "Dear Jesus God . . . no!"
"Gonna ram this whole thing up your shitter, and then I'm gonna yank it out. Start you up like a lawn mower, cocksucker!" David chuckled.
It couldn't be happening!
A second, then a third link of half-inch chain was pressed inside her body. And as the metal entered her, she felt spasms of pain, like clawing fingers.
"Suck me off, whore," Alan said, forcing her mouth down on his cock. He jerked his hips upward, causing her forehead to slap his stomach. Some of the loose flesh of his balls slipped over her bottom lip. "Ahhhh . . . shit . . .yes, baby! All the way in, like that."
Julie gagged, now unable even to scream. And still, David kept feeding in more links of chain. Christ, how many were there now? Ten? Fifteen? It felt like a hundred.
She still couldn't believe what was happening. Made to suck on a horrible cock while her ass was stuffed with chain! There was no greater humiliation.
"That ought to be enough," David said at last. "Now you suck my brother off while I fuck you. And if you do it right, I'll pull the chain out real slow. But if you don't really get after it, whore, I'm gonna be a bad boy."
It was like having a gun put to her head and ordered to dance and laugh! How could she even feign pleasure in a situation like this?
But if they were capable of this degradation, only God knew what else they might do. She had to cooperate.
"Like my cock?" Alan said, jerking her head up and down, watching his prick slide in and out of her mouth. "Tell me how much you like big, young prick, baby."
"I ... I love it," Julie spluttered, choking on the words. "I ... I love sucking your big . . . cock ... big boy cock."
As she said the last few words, she felt a hard pressure under her belly. Slowly, David lay down on her back and spread her thighs with his large hands. His cockhead gouged at her cunt opening, then squeezed inside.
More pain flooded her body. She was so terrified, her cunt was tight as a drum. His prick felt like it was wrapped in sandpaper as it thrust inside her pussy. And when she was certain he must be all the way in, more horrible cock jabbed her guts.
"Unhhhh . . . there!" David said, squirming around over her body. "You got it all, cocksucker . . . two hard cocks to enjoy."
Enjoy. How could any woman enjoy this torture? Two evil boys raping her, humiliating her with the chain.
"Come on, baby," Alan said. "Squirm around. Show us how much you like gettin' fucked this way. Give us a few moans of pleasure."
Julie moaned, but not from pleasure. The pain was almost unbearable. Her throat and cunt felt as if they were on fire. But that was nothing compared to the agonizing sensations inside her asshole. The chain felt like a rough metal cock, just as big and horrible as the other two cocks.
"Damn, this is tight," David grunted. He withdrew his prick slightly from her pussy, then hammered back inside.
"Hey she ain't suckin' good enough," Alan said. "Yank that chain out."
"No!" Julie spluttered. "I ... I will ... just don't do that . . . please."
Trembling in terror, she had little choice but to please them in any way they wished. She began lapping and sucking on the boy's cock, groaning as if in pure ecstasy.
"Mmmmm . . . love your sweet prick," she said, wondering where she found the words. "Can't wait to eat your cum . . . fuck me faster, David. Your cock is so good up my pussy!"
While she mumbled the words around Alan's monstrous prick, she bucked and writhed, flexed and relaxed her pussy muscles.
"Hey, now-that's just fine," David said, feeling the hard pressure on his prickshaft.
"Yeah, she's doing all right here, too," Alan said, watching her gobble down on his prick like it was the last one on earth.
While David fucked her more rapidly, he grasped the tail of chain that hung from her asshole. Slowly, he began removing it, link by link.
Julie was so glad that he hadn't yanked it out fast she could have kissed him. She began bucking and squirming with even greater false passion.
"Mmmmm," she gurgled, pursing her lips tightly at the base of Alan's throbbing cock.
Suddenly, Julie wondered how it would look if her husband happened to walk in at this moment. God, she thought, he'd kill her, never believe that she was pretending.
She was writhing and bucking, sucking savagely on cock. Her pussy was pulling on another cock, drawing it entirely into her fuck hole.
But she was pretending!
Odd, she thought, how the pain had evaporated without her knowing it. Her in-sides were now experiencing delicate spasms of . . . pleasure!
"Mmmmmm!" she gurgled, locking her mouth firmly around the root of Alan's prick. She wallowed the tip of her tongue around the rubbery surface, licked under the loose foreskin. She gave another moan, hating herself suddenly, knowing that she was again about to experience an orgasm with these animals.
"Fuck it . . . whore," David said, punching brutally into her pussy. "Got a load of hot cum . . . almost ready to fuck in ... "
"Yeah . . . me, too," Alan said, jerking his hips up and down, cramming his cockshaft into the back of her throat.
Julie let herself go completely. She moved between them as if her body were on fire. And, with infinite slowness, her climax built, began to swell in her stimulated pussy.
"Now . . . cunt!" Alan barked, freezing for a second. "Suck me . . . shit . . . suck!"
Julie's mouth was flooded with thick streams of scalding cum. And as the first wad gushed down her throat, her climax tore into her cunt flesh. She gave a spluttering, coughing groan.
The second wad of cum from Alan's cock had barely hit the back of her throat when she felt David's cock spit cum into her cunt.
"Aaaaaghhhhhh!" she screamed, burying her face in Alan's crotch. She experienced a rush of pleasure that was so intense it bordered pain.
Two, big, hard cocks blowing their cum at the same time! It was fantastic, putting every other sensation she had ever known in the shade.
Then a feeling hit her that almost caused her to faint. David yanked the rest of the chain from her ass roughly. At the same time, he pounded in the bulk of his steaming load.
Pain and pleasure danced inside her body, then fused, riddling her guts with one climax after another. Soon, she was pushed to the very limits of ecstasy. Her body froze, then began trembling in a paroxysm of pleasure.
"Eat it all down, whore!" Alan said, grinding in the last of his cum-load. "Ahhhh . . . shit . . .drink it like cream, bitch!"
Julie lapped greedily at his cock, savoring each precious drop of his cum. And as his cum stung the insides of her mouth, she only wished there could be gallons of jism.
Finally, when his prick was dry, she spit it out and kissed into the dark-brown crotch hairs. After collecting the stray wads of fuck juice, she began sucking on his balls.
"Damn . . . that was good," David said from behind her, finally slowing his fucking. "Sorry I lied about the chain, but I just couldn't resist."
A few moments later, when the throbbing sensations of pleasure dulled inside Julie's body, she felt shame.
Would they believe her if she said she was only pretending? After all, they had ordered it. Then again, they probably wouldn't care. They were after one thing.
To make her suffer, hurt.
"Will you let me go now?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.
"You fucking kidding?" David said, pulling his cock from her pussy. "I said we're gonna make a goddamned party out of this!"
"How . . . how long?" Julie dared to ask.
"Oh, a couple of days, maybe," David said.
"You can't keep me chained up and . . . and fuck me for two days," Julie said. "Someone is bound to find out and ..."
"Sure," David said, his voice dull. "Maybe lots of people will find out. We got some friends that would just love to ease into this sweet pussy."
"Hey, want me to call Ross?" Alan said excitedly. "Maybe if I let him fuck this bitch, he'd let me have a go at his girl."
"Sure. Why not?" David said. "The more the merrier. Right baby?"
This is insane, Julie thought. Completely and totally insane. It was bad enough for just the two of them to fuck her, but to bring in their friends . . .
"Please . . . what did I ever do to you?" she said to David. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because, you little cock tease," the boy answered, "you're all the fucking time prancing around the yard with almost no clothes on, showing off those tits. And then when anyone looks, you get all pure and innocent."
Julie was horrified. She wasn't like that at all! Sure, she dressed for the summer, and also to please her husband. And she did have a nice body. But did that give him-or anyone-the right to do this?
While Alan was making the phone call, David was looking at her with renewed interest. She wasn't at all like the girls he fucked on a regular basis. Site was ripe and all woman. And that rounded ass, and those cute, upturned tits.
"Now for that little ass-fucking I promised," he said, turning her on her back. "I think you're just about ready for your first big cock up your ass, baby."
He slipped his hands under her legs and pressed her knees back against her tits. As she rolled into a ball, he planted himself on the middle of the bed and cupped her ass. Slowly, he thrust his middle finger into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh . . . that hurts!" Julie grunted.
"Want me to stick that chain back up your ass?"
"No . . . not that!" Julie gasped, insane with terror.
"So, what's it to be?" David said, smiling. "The chain, or my big cock?"
What choice was there? It was like being asked how you would like to die.
"Your cock," she said, her voice just a whisper.
"That's what I thought you'd say," David said. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands, revealing the tiny, bruised shit hole. "Now . . . baby, you just fucking hang on for one of the sweetest fucks you'll ever get."
Julie closed her eyes and waited for the torture to begin. When she felt his large cockhead nudge her asshole, she flinched. Slowly, his cock entered her ass and squeezed her ass ring apart.
"Ohhhh . . . God!" she cried out, jerking her wrists against the chains at her back. "Go slow ... I can't stand it."
"Slow and easy," David said. He released her ass cheeks, letting her ass crack mold itself around his prickshaft. He then pushed harder against the backs of her legs, crushed her knees firmly against her tits. "Just lay there and love it, baby. Just about to get your virgin asshole popped!"
For some reason, Julie's mind conjured memories of the night her husband had deflowered her. There had been champagne, soft music, and he had taken too much time-it had been wonderful.
Now, she was in chains, being fucked by a teenaged boy! And what made it worse, he was doing to her what she had denied her husband. She became riddled with guilt.
More of his massive cock seared into her ass guts, causing her back to arch. She felt sweat break out on her upper lip and forehead. Her face turned ashen with agony.
At last, the wiry brush of hair that surrounded the root of his cock scratched her ass crack, and she knew the worst was over.
"Ahhhh . . . there it is," David said, kissing the hollow between her tits. "How do you like a big cock planted up your ass, baby?"
"Why don't you try sticking something like that up your own ass, and see how you like it?" Julie spat.
"You're a million laughs," David said, slowly withdrawing his cock and inching back in. "Now let's see just how funny you can be."
Julie wished she had kept her mouth shut; it only made him hurt her more. His cock became an instrument of torture, seemed almost to claw at her insides like a talon.
"Fuck it . . . all the way in," David said, increasing the momentum of his fucking. "Now come on bitch, don't tell me you don't like it."
At last resigned to what was happening, Julie let her body relax. Then to her surprise, she found that the hard pressure lessened dramatically. Slowly, another sensation replaced the pain. She felt her ass muscles begin to flutter, hug his cockshaft like a throat.
"No . . . God, no," she said to her own emotions. Please, God, anything but a climax again! Pain . . . anything! "No!"
"Jesus! This is so fucking fine," David grunted, punching his cock wildly into her asshole. His ass was a fleshy blur, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing off the walls. "Just perfect . . . better than your sweet pussy!"
Julie couldn't believe what was happening to her body. Although he was reaming out her asshole with his prick, her cunt was beginning to throb. It was as if her shit and pussy canals had molded together.
"Ohhhhh ... it hurts ... it hurts so . . . good!" she heard herself say.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I knew you'd like it," David growled, lapping greedily at the cleavage of her tits. "Just wait until I blow your shitter open with my cum!"
The mere thought of all his young, creamy cum blasting into her ass guts was enough to cause Julie's body to jerk with ecstasy. She no longer cared about the humiliation, the shame. All that mattered was the delicious sensation that tingled through her body.
"Fuck me, you little prick!" she cried out, twisting her ass around. "Shove your cock to me as hard as you can!"
David dug his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her thighs and planted his toes in the sheets. He slammed his body fully forward, causing the back of her head to hit the headboard.
"Unhhhh . . . take it, slut!" he gasped, biting down on her right nipple. "Fuck it all the fucking way in and . . . and . . . shit . . . I'm almost there!"
"Give it to me!" Julie begged, raw with ecstasy. "Shoot a whole gallon of hot cum in my asshole, you bastard!"
It was as if another voice, another person had entered her. She was actually pleading for this rough ass-fucking.
Young, boiling cum inside her body . . .
And then it happened, almost without warning. David's cock expanded, then began jerking wildly. An instant later, his cockhead ballooned and spit out the first of his molten fuck juices.
"Aieeeeee!" she wailed, her asshole tightening. Pleasure flooded her body, seemed to eat into every nerve like hot acid. "Fuck . . . fuck me . . . fuck my shitter to pieces!"
David hammered into her asshole for all he was worth, and with each burst of cum, he felt her asshole flutter more wildly. It was like fucking a sucking throat.
"Holy mother-fuck!" he cried out, slamming in the bulk of his jism. "Fuck on it, whore . . . every drop ... up to your fuckin' brains!"
Julie had never before known such ecstasy. It became so intense, so powerful, it was as if she were flying through space, could see stars explode.
She gave a long gasp of release, then went limp. As her chest heaved up and down quickly, David chewed on her nipple and blew the last of his jism inside her ass.
"God, baby, you're the best," the boy said, finally slowing his movements. "I hate like hell to share you."
Reality crept back into Julie's mind. Alan was out there making plans for a gang-bang. How many of them will there be? she wondered. And even if they were caught, she would still harbor the humiliation for the rest of her life.
The most horrible thing, however, was the way she had just acted. She had become an animal-just like him. They were like two cats on a fence, fucking with primitive savagery.
Suddenly, Alan entered the room, his eyes widening as he saw his brother on top of her, his cock still throbbing up her ass.
"They'll be here in a little bit," he said. He had gotten a beer from the refrigerator and was guzzling it down. "Let me at her again, okay?"
"Mmmmm, I hate to leave this sweet fuck hole," David said, although he slowly withdrew his cock from her asshole.
"Who's . . . they?" Julie asked, new fear in her voice.
"Aw, it's just Ross and Brenda," Alan answered. "Why? Did you want more? Maybe a whole football team?"
Julie shook her head quickly. If it was just going to be one more, it didn't have to be that bed. But what kind of a girl would want to be in on this?
Before she had time to think about it, Alan jerked her to a sitting position. Then he knelt on the bed and rammed his cock against her face.
"Suck me some more," he commanded. Meekly, Julie opened her mouth and took his prick inside.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alan drank the last of the beer and threw the can across the room. Then he pushed Julie to her back and straddled her middle.
"Ever had a tit-fucking?" he asked, leaning slightly forward.
Christ, where did these kids grow up? she wondered. In a whore house? Not until now did she realize just how sheltered a life she had lived.
"No," she answered, her eyes on the glistening tip of his throbbing prick. "I ... I haven't ..."
"Hey, David, see if you can find some rope," Alan said, looking at his brother. "I want to do this right."
"Sure thing," David replied. "Hey, there any more beer?"
"Plenty," Alan answered. "Bring me one, too."
Their drinking made Julie uneasy. She hoped they wouldn't get too nasty when they were drunk. Then again, they could pass out.
"There's some whiskey in the cabinet," she offered, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
"All right," Alan said. "Bring that, too, Dave."
After David left the room, Alan devoted his full attention to Julie. He looked over her body, eagerly drinking in her physical charm.
"Damn, lady," he said, squeezing his fingertips into the soft flesh of her tits, "you've got all it takes to make a guy go crazy."
Even after being raped, she looked lovely. Her red hair was spread over the pillow like a fiery halo, and her green eyes glistened. The flushed tone of her skin made her look like living marble.
He squeezed the pert, pink nipples, then lay his cock between her tits. His balls throbbed against her stomach, swelling with a new load of cum.
Although she was still repulsed, Julie wondered what it would be like to have her tits fucked. She wondered what it would be like for his sticky cum to splash over her neck, ooze across her shoulders.
A delicate throb pulsated her pussy flesh. She felt a tiny stream of cum dribble downward, tickle her ass crack.
"What are you going to do with the rope?" she asked.
"You'll see," Alan grinned.
Just then, David walked back into the room. He held a long length of rope in his right hand, a bottle of whiskey in his left.
"Here," he said to his brother, extending the rope.
Julie watched with fascination as Alan took the rope, then wrapped it around her upper body. He pulled the two ends together over her upturned tits, crisscrossed them, then made a figure-eight. Her tits thrust upward even more.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Julie grunted, feeling the rough hemp cut into her soft flesh.
"It won't in a minute," Alan said. He tied the two ends in a knot, then thrust his cock between the silky masses of tit flesh. "See? How's that?" he grunted.
Julie had to admit that it wasn't half bad. With her tits twisted together into one mass of flesh, his cock seemed to mold right into her chest. Both his prick and her heartbeat throbbed together with a greater sense of urgency.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, arching her back.
As her body tensed with greater pleasure, she felt the chains at her wrists become tighter.
"Couldn't you let me go?" she gasped. "I ... I promise I won't try anything."
"What do you think?" Alan asked his brother.
"Go ahead," David said, "but remember, lady, if you do anything funny, it's your funeral."
Julie didn't have to be reminded of that fact. Her only hope was to bear this horror until they got drunk and made a mistake. She would then get away somehow and . . . and . . . and what?
She would see them fry, that's what. They would pay for this, she thought. God, would they pay.
Alan fumbled at her back and unwound the chain. When her hands were free, she rubbed her wrists, got the circulation going. She then touched the boy's hairy, muscular belly.
"How about my feet, too?" she asked, looking up at him with what she hoped was an expression of submissiveness.
The boy reached around and removed the chains from her feet. After throwing the chain to the floor, he turned back and placed his hands to the sides of her swollen tits. Slowly, he began pumping his cock back and forth.
"God, this is like a pussy!" Alan said, his muscular frame covering her body. "So silky and tight."
Julie looked down and watched his monstrous cock plunge in and out of the valley between her tits. When he thrust forward, his cockhead appeared like some evil snake, then nudged the hollow of her throat.
"Open your mouth," Alan said. "When I poke my cock upward, lick on it."
Julie did as he asked, and when his cockhead smacked her lips, she felt a tremor at the back of her throat. He would soon be ready to blow his load, and the thick fuck juices would shoot out quickly, splatter over her face.
In a way, she couldn't wait. She had never really seen a cock shoot off like that. Just thinking about it made her pussy quiver with growing pleasure.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she whispered, although she hadn't meant for him to hear.
"Sure as fuck is," Alan agreed. "I thought I could hold out for a long time, but I don't know ..."
Julie inched her fingers from his belly, to the dark patch of crotch hair. She clawed at the base of his prick. The massive circumference was already jerking with excitement.
"Tell me when you blow your load," she said. "I want to see what it looks like when you come."
"Better open your fucking eyes then," Alan gasped. "Any second . . . now ..."
Julie watched, mesmerized as his cock fucked in and out. And each time he poked his prick between her tits, his cockshaft seemed to get bigger. The monstrous size caused her tits to throb under the tightness of the ropes. She opened her mouth and waited for the first molten gob of cum.
Suddenly, Alan jerked his ass back, letting his cock slap against his stomach. He began jacking his cock up and down quickly, holding his cockhead about two inches from her face.
"Gonna blow all over your fucking face, cocksucker!" he snarled, wincing with his nearing climax.
Julie felt her throat constrict with anxiety. Her eyes widened, her heartbeat quickened.
And then it happened. His cock exploded with savage warmth, the first lump of cum hitting her between the eyes. As it oozed down the side of her nose, another burst of jism splashed over her cheeks. Another went into her hair.
"Unhhhhh!" Alan cried out. He jacked out a few more globs, then thrust the rest of his load into her throat. "Suck, cocksucker . . . goddamn you . . . suck!" he groaned, squirming his ass around.
Julie reached around him and grabbed his left leg. She bent his knee and forced his toes into her throbbing cunt. The moment contact was made, her pussy burst with a delicious spasm of release.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" she screamed.
Then she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. She dug her fingers into the crack of his ass and pulled him hard against her face. At the same time, she thrust her head upward until her neck muscles burned with exhaustion. Another spluttering groan escaped her lips.
"Eat it, whore!" Alan cried out, pumping his ass quickly up and down. "Every drop . . . down like a good girl ..."
Julie jerked her hips upward and sucked his toes with her flexed cunt muscles. It was almost like having a cock inside her pussy, filling her with total satisfaction.
"Ohhhhh . . . that's it," Alan said at last, pumping in the final glob.
He squirmed over her face, then went limp. After a few moments, he slowly pulled off, letting his slippery cock flop against his belly.
"Now that's what I call a tit-fucking," he gasped.
"Want some of this?" David said, stumbling toward the bed with the whiskey bottle in his hand.
"Sure," Alan said, taking the bottle and drinking greedily.
As Julie watched them, she knew they couldn't last much longer. David's eyes were already glazed, and his mouth hung slack.
If they kept it up, they would both be dead drunk soon. And, free of those dreadful chains, it would be easy to escape and call the police.
After Alan took another big swig of the whiskey, he thrust the bottle in Julie's face.
"You drink, too," he ordered.
Julie obeyed and took a small sip.
"Hey, not like that, baby," Alan said. He rammed the end of the bottle between her lips and forced a large amount of whiskey into her throat. He was holding her hands to keep her from pushing the bottle away.
The whiskey was like fire when it hit her stomach. It was all she could do to keep from retching. Soon, however, the fire died down and she felt more relaxed.
"Let's all get drunk and fuck!" Alan whooped.
"Yeah, let's both fuck her!" David said, joining them on the bed.
Julie could already feel the whiskey. The room began to spin, and she felt light-headed. And she knew the sensations would only get worse.
So what if they were drunk? So was she. She didn't know if she would be able to summon help if she did have the chance.
She giggled suddenly. What if Stan walked in right now? she wondered. What if he found her drunk with two teenagers, and cum all over her?
"He would shit!" she said aloud. "Who would shit?" David asked. "My husband," Julie said, then she giggled again.
"Your old man pretty good in bed?" Alan asked. "I mean, as good as us?"
"He's good," Julie said, closing her eyes, remembering Stan's strong, virile body. "Mmmmmmm, he's so good."
"But he can't fuck you with two cocks," Alan said, "like we can."
"That's right," Julie said, slurring her words.
"And right now, you're gonna get both cocks at the same time," David said. "How about it, baby? You want a couple of pounds of hot cockmeat?"
Again, she would have one prick in her throat, the other prick pumping away at her pussy or asshole. But now, she didn't care. She was too drunk to care.
"We'll poke it to your pussy and your shitter at the same time," David said, turning her on her side. "Me, I want this little asshole of yours."
At first, Julie didn't understand. But when she felt both cockheads nudge between her legs, it hit her. They were going to try to do it at the same time, in both fuck holes!
"You can't," she said. "You're too big . . . you'll tear me up."
As she said the words, the tips of their pricks moved forward at the same time. One of them pierced her asshole, the other spread her cunt lips.
"No, please don't," she begged, clawing at their bodies. "I . . . I can't take it!"
"Sure you can," Alan said, inching more of his prick inside her pussy. "I'm almost all the way in right now."
Julie had expected a burning spasm of pain, but it didn't come. Yes, there was pressure, but nothing else. More of David's cock entered her asshole. At the same time, Alan thrust the rest of his cockshaft inside her cunt.
"Unhhhhh . . . there," David said from behind her. "How is it, you whore-cunt?"
Julie could barely breathe. It felt like their cocks were fucking up between her lungs. Still, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all . . .
She placed one hand behind her, the other at Alan's cockbase. She began squeezing and kneading their cum-filled balls. Sandwiched like this between two firm, young male bodies was something few women would ever experience, she thought. And to have two thick cocks probing inside her at the same time!
"Ohhhh, it's good," she said, feeling a delicate flutter at the base of her spine. "But . . . but go easy, okay? You're both so big and . . . mmmmm! So big!"
While David began moving his prick in and out of her asshole, he handed the bottle over her shoulder. After Alan took a drink, he gave Julie the rest of the whiskey.
Julie smacked the fluid down and felt her in-sides grow warmer.
No, it wasn't bad at all!
"Fuck me!" she said, digging her nails into the taut flesh of their hips. "Ram those big, hard cocks inside my fuck holes and pump me full of cum!"
The boys began doing exactly that. At times, they fucked forward together, then they would vary the rhythm. Their bodies were moving back and forth, the sounds of slippery flesh smacking against flesh filling the room.
"All the way, baby," David said, biting the back of her neck. "Fuck on cock like you never have before."
Julie couldn't believe it was happening. This time, she had eagerly gone along with their wishes. Not only that, but she was enjoying every minute of it.
Their pricks were so hard, and they throbbed so deliciously. It was as if one gigantic slab of cockmeat was grinding in her guts. And with each hard fuck-thrust, her ecstasy reached new heights.
"Give it to me . . . God, fuck me to pieces!" she begged. "I want you to cum at the same time. I want your hot cum . . . together . . . please!"
She had barely gotten the words out when she was assaulted savagely. They both slammed their bodies forward with full force. And while David licked and nibbled the back of her neck, Alan kneaded her tits and kissed the hollow of her throat.
Suddenly, Julie's insides seemed to be in flames. And as her orgasm exploded, she felt twin streams of boiling cum splattered into her cunt and her ass guts.
Both Alan and David gave loud grunts of pleasure, and kept fucking her wildly.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yesssss!" Julie hissed, feeling her orgasm break the barrier of pleasure.
Again, she felt as if she were flying through dark space, every cell in her body on fire, each nerve throbbing with a separate and distinct spasm.
"Fuck Meeeee!" she shrieked, then she went limp.
It was almost like a dream for the next few moments. Like she could see as well as feel what was happening. Rivers of hot fuck juice seared her body.
At last, her body became numb, and the three fuckers lay in a writhing heap of flesh, arms and legs intertwined.
Make your move now, something told her. Both boys felt like dead weights against her body. Just slip from between them and call the police.
Cautiously, she lifted herself on one elbow. No movement from either one of them. Holding her breath, and hoping against hope, she sat up. Both cocks slipped from her fuck holes. She crawled over David's body and placed her right foot on the floor.
"Hey, where you going?" Alan asked, grabbing her arm. "Not thinking about bugging out, are you?"
"No, of course not," Julie lied.
"Good," Alan said. "But just to make sure, I'd better tie you up." m
If only she hadn't been drunk, she could have resisted. Unfortunately, she could only allow him to place the rope around her wrists. After he had tied a tight knot, he attached the other end of the rope to the bottom of the bed.
She lay back against the mattress and closed her eyes, wondering what the morning would bring. Perhaps she would wake up and find it had only been a horrible nightmare.
Sleep came, releasing Julie from her tormentors.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was still dark when Julie opened her eyes. Disoriented, she soon realized that what had happened was no dream. The ropes at her wrists caused her hands to throb almost as badly as her head. She was suddenly aware of someone else in the room-besides the two boys on her bed. She looked up and gasped.
"Well, hello!" a young man said. Behind him stood a young girl, also a teenager. "I'm Ross, and this is Brenda."
"My God," Brenda said, looking at Julie's naked body, "it looks like there was a war here!"
"Could you untie me?" Julie asked, with pleading eyes. Her voice was just a whisper. She was afraid that she might waken Alan and David. "They raped me."
"No shit," Ross said. "Well, like the cowboy said, this just ain't your lucky day."
To Julie's growing horror, she watched him fumble with his zipper, then extract his thick, half-hard cock. He straddled her thighs and pressed his prick forward, rubbing his cockhead against the tip of her nose.
"Suck me off," he said.
"Ross!" Brenda said. "What about me?"
"What about you?" the boy said. "Hell, I've never been sucked off by a tied-up lady before."
"What am I going to do?" the girl demanded.
"Watch," Ross chuckled. "She might teach you a few tricks."
Julie's mouth was forced open and his long, rubbery cock slipped inside. As his cock nudged over her tongue, she felt it throb to life. Soon, her throat was plugged with hard cockmeat. She began gagging, struggling for air.
"Hey, look at that," Ross said. "This cunt can take it all. Don't you wish you could, Brenda?"
"Well, I'll just do some practicing of my own," Brenda replied, slipping out of her clothing.
Julie was so stunned, so disoriented, she couldn't fully grasp the situation. She could only suck cock and watch the two of them.
Ross was tall and slim, had the physique of a basketball player. Framing his angular face was a shock of reddish-brown hair. He had a drooping mustache that almost reached the curve of his jaw. His eyes were gray-almost colorless. In a rather odd way, he was attractive.
The girl, Brenda, was a little older than she had thought at first. She had to be. After she'd undressed, it was obvious that she had a well-developed body. She was dark and sultry, long black hair surrounding her oval-shaped face. Her eyes were a deep violet, large and expressive. Her most outstanding feature, however, was the jutting angle of her tits. They were capped with rose-colored nipples.
"I've been wanting to fuck Alan and David for a long time," Brenda said, crawling onto the bed.
Her tone was more a dig at Ross than anything else, but the boy didn't seem to mind. "Did you hear what I said?" she asked, glaring at him.
"Go ahead," Ross said, smiling. "If you had as many cocks poking out of you as you've had poked into you, you'd look like a goddamned porcupine, anyway."
"Oh, fuck you," Brenda said, then she giggled.
Julie couldn't believe the banter. It was as if she'd walked in right in the middle of some silly movie.
What was evident, however, was the boy's horniness. He was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. His balls were slapping under her chin noisily.
"Lick it, cocksucker!" he said holding the back of her head. "That's it . . . all the way down."
While Julie sucked on his cock, she looked at Brenda from the corners of her eyes. The girl was snuggling between the two sleeping boys, her hands on their cocks.
"Wake up," she murmured, kissing David's mouth. "I want to get fucked really good-for a change."
Although Julie still suffered from lack of sleep, and the effects of the whiskey, she felt her body respond to the boy's monstrous cocklance. Both her pussy and her throat were twitching deliciously.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, biting into the wiry, dark-brown hairs of his crotch. His balls slipped up her chin and throbbed against her lower lip. She released his cockshaft, then moaned again.
"Like it, don't you?" Ross said, squeezing her head between his muscular thighs. "Bet you'd like to chew me all over, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm-hmmmm," Julie murmured. Her orgasm was building, ready to explode.
Suddenly, Ross pulled back, then shucked out of the rest of his clothes. When he was naked, he looked down at her, then turned around. He leaned forward and pushed his ass against her face.
"How about licking out my shitter?" he said, looking over his shoulder.
Julie felt like screaming. What other humiliation will I have to suffer? she wondered. Tied up, raped . . . and now, forced to lick on this bastard's asshole.
She looked at the muscular cheeks and the dark, hairy ass crack. His balls hung like ripe plums. And inside those balls was his cum-load, the cum-Ioad he would force her to swallow.
Torn between hunger and degradation, she darted the tip of her tongue into the crack of his ass. When her tongue ran over the greasy, soft entrance of his asshole, she felt him flinch.
"Mmmmm . . . that's it, baby," Ross said. "Ram that little tongue up there and ream me out."
Although she hated both him and herself, Julie did as he asked. She thrust her tongue fully inside his ass ring, then lapped at the smooth membranes. The taste was dank and acrid.
"Oh, you have a sweet ass," she heard herself say. She flicked her tongue in and out a little quicker, and felt his shitter entrance pucker. "Mmmmmm ... let me have your cock now." Her orgasmic sensations were returning.
"Just a little more," Ross said, squirming his ass around. "That little whore over there won't eat my ass for me."
Julie had forgotten all about Brenda, and what's more, she didn't care. Nothing mattered but the fluttering in the back of her throat, the way her pussy was oozing with warm fuck juices.
"Okay, baby, suck my prick some more," Ross said, turning around. He held his cock down with his right hand and pushed the prick-tip into her open mouth. "Go real fast, cocksucker!" He began pumping his ass back and forth.
Julie worked on his cock for all she was worth, taking every delicious inch into the back of her throat. And each hard fuck-thrust brought her closer to what she knew would be a wonderful release.
"Now . . . bitch!" Ross said excitedly, flinching and holding her head tighter. "Eat out my cum and drink . . . drink it down!"
When the first burning blast of cum hit the back of her throat, Julie's own orgasm exploded inside her pussy. The waves of pleasure seemed to race upward, chill her spine, then burst at the back of her mouth.
"Aaaaaghhhh," she choked, sending a milky spray of jism into his curly crotch hairs. She sucked harder, more furiously, but even her starving mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon, twin streams of foaming cum oozed from the edges of her mouth. She gave another gurgling moan and burrowed her nose completely into his crotch.
"Suck . . . suck it, cocksucker!" Ross grunted, fucking into her throat wildly, depositing the bulk of his thick load. "Every goddamned drop!"
While he loaded up her throat, Julie experienced another crashing wave of release. Then, when the pangs subsided to dull throbs, 'She went limp. Still, he fucked in more cum.
At last, he slowed his fuck-thrusts, then stopped altogether. He squirmed his hips around, then leaned forward, letting her silky, red hair brush against his muscular stomach.
"Wow! Talk about a fucking blow-job!" he murmured. "I want you to teach Brenda how to do that."
After he pulled away and sat on the floor, Julie turned and looked at what the girl was doing. She hadn't awakened Alan and David yet. But she soon would, the way she was squirming between them. Their cocks were already rock hard, pushing against her pussy and asshole.
Julie turned her head and looked at Ross. Again, she was filled with a sense of shame. If only she could erase all that had happened.
"Please untie me," she said softly. "I ... I have to go to the bathroom."
Ross gave her a long look, then crawled over. He untied her, then grabbed her arm.
"You're coming right back, aren't you?" he said. "I want to try that little pussy on for size."
"Yes," Julie said, looking down at his half-hard cock. "I won't be long."
She stood up on wobbly feet and made for the bathroom. When she was inside, she locked the door and leaned against the wall. She looked at herself in the mirror, then closed her eyes. She felt like a cheap whore.
Her mind filled with anger once more, and she began sobbing. Suddenly, she realized she had to get out, do something. They might stay here the entire week.
The window was small, but she just might manage to crawl through. She walked over and stood in the tub, placed her hands against the catch of the window. Slowly, she raised it.
"Hey, why's the door locked?" she heard Ross say, twisting the knob.
"I'll be just a second," Julie called out, climbing up to the window.
She stuck her head into the cool morning air, then her shoulders. She reached down and touched the side of the house, to brace her fall. Her hips moved through the window, then she fell on the ground.
As she hit, she heard the bathroom door splinter, then she heard Ross yelling to David and Alan.
"Hey, the bitch got away!" he shouted.
Like a hunted animal, Julie looked around. Where to go? Where to hide? There was a clump of bushes in the back yard. That was the only place. Unfortunately for her, there was a six-foot wooden fence surrounding the house, and she wouldn't have time to climb it. Besides, the gate was locked and the keys were inside.
She raced across the yard and tore into the bushes, hoping she couldn't be seen. And she was so frightened, she didn't know whether to scream or not. If she did, they would know where she was.
Her heart was thundering in her throat, blood rushing in her ears.
After what seemed an eternity, she peered through the bushes. Since the boy had yelled, she hadn't heard anything. She hoped they had become frightened and run away. Maybe the house would be empty when she returned. That's it, that had to be it . . .
Julie took a cautious step forward, then felt her world melt to despair. Two sets of hands were on her arms, and she was thrown to the ground. Through her tears of anguish, she saw that it was David and Alan.
"No . . . God, no!" she cried out.
"You bitch!" David said hatefully. "Now you're gonna get it."
Each of them grabbed a foot and dragged her across the lawn. When they reached the back steps, Alan grabbed her by the hair of the head and threw her inside the house. She fell against the kitchen table, knocking over a chair.
She opened her mouth to scream, but when she saw the look of dark hatred in their eyes, her throat froze. They looked like they wanted to kill her!
They moved toward her like two stalking panthers and grabbed her arms. She felt David's mouth on hers as Alan's fingers gouged into her cunt.
"Looks like we're gonna have to tame this bitch," David said. "Would you like that, baby? Want to get tamed like some fucking wild-ass animal?"
Julie felt her body to go limp. Only God knew what they were going to do to her. She couldn't bring herself to consider what was to follow.
"Come on, baby," David said, dragging her toward the bedroom. "Get ready to be tamed."
He threw her to the floor of the bedroom, then grabbed the chains that lay near the bed. He wound them around her wrists, then jerked her to her feet. He threw her against the closed draperies, then attached the ends of the chain to a cornice above the window. He kicked her legs apart and tied the ropes around her ankles. After checking the knots, he tied the ropes to the bed and a dresser. She stood there, spread-eagled, bound and helpless.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide with pure terror.
"Tame you, whore!" David said. He reached down and grabbed one of his socks.
He thrust it into her mouth until she gagged. Then he pulled the leather belt from his jeans. "Oh, baby, gonna tame you so good." He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his right palm.
Julie wished she could faint, but she couldn't. She was going to be beaten! Chained and whipped like some slave! She felt vomit rumble at the back of her throat, but somehow managed to force it back down. With the sock in her mouth, she could choke to death.
"Mmmmfffffff!" she gurgled, shaking her head, her eyes begging.
The boy looked like a cruel god as he stood naked before her, his cock bobbing up and down, gently slapping his stomach. His feet were planted wide, the belt dangling from his right hand like some evil snake.
David began flinging the belt around like a lasso, then popped it. The tip of the leather hit her right nipple. The sound was like a gunshot.
At first, Julie didn't feel anything except a dull throb. A split second later, however, a flood of burning pain swept into her tit. Before it reached full intensity, he hit her again, this time on the other nipple.
He was an expert, however. He inflicted pain without damage. The red welts would go away in a couple of hours, but the pain would last an eternity.
Julie screamed with each crack of the belt, felt her mind explode. Then, with growing horror, she found herself looking at his rock-hard cock, the cock that had torn into her pussy and loaded up her throat with cum. So big and . . . thick and . . . Pleasure boiled into her cunt, causing her to flinch as much as the crack of the leather belt. She tried fighting it, but it was useless.
"Take it, bitch . . . animal!" David said, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with sadistic lust. "Take . . . this!" Another pop of the belt. "Take it!"
Julie no longer minded the pain. It seemed only to inflame her passion. The combination was delicious, like a glorious battle taking place in her body.
"Unhhhh!" she gasped, lapping at the dirty sock, savoring the sweat of David's body. Her orgasm built, then exploded, causing her to freeze with ecstasy. She yelled out again, then went limp.
David dropped the belt and stepped over to her. He placed his right hand under her chin and lifted her head. Her eyes were glazed.
"You ... you didn't kill her, did you?" Brenda gasped from the bed where she and Ross lay.
"No," David said. "This little bitch got her rocks. Didn't you, whore?"
Julie couldn't answer, even when he yanked the sock from her mouth. She had never felt so used, so degraded in her entire life. She wished she could crawl into some dark hole and die.
"Let me at her," Alan said, moving beside his brother. "I want to poke my cock in her cunt."
"Not a chance," David said, pushing his brother away. "I got her all steamed up for me. You'll just have to wait your turn."
Julie felt his rock-hard cock gouge between her thighs, then spread her slicked-up cunt lips.
Through the humiliation burned a dark hunger. It was like some unknown evil, clutching at her soul. It would possess her forever.
CHAPTER SIX
Julie writhed beneath David's rough embrace. She opened her mouth and locked it on his, then thrust her lips forward. As she did, his thick, grinding slab of cockmeat stabbed her pussy.
Before the massive cockhead had even reached the depths of her cunt, she felt the beginnings of her climax. She flexed for a quick moment, then began gyrating her hips.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "God . . . stick it to me and . . . and . . . Jesus!"
When the thundering wave of release swept into her cunt flesh, she went limp and let her mouth slide from his.
"Hang on, baby, we're just getting started," David said.
As Julie's orgasm subsided to dull throbs, she became fully aware of the others in the room. They were watching as if mesmerized, their mouths gaping open.
"Wow! I want that, too," Brenda said finally. "Tie me up and fuck me, Ross."
While David fucked her brutally, Julie looked over his shoulder at what was happening between Brenda and Ross. The boy pulled her off the bed, then took the top sheet and ripped it to shreds. He tied Brenda up in much the same position as she was, across the room.
"Ohhhhh! This is going to be good," Brenda gasped, her eyes widening with pleasure.
Ross stood in front of her and let his eyes play over her firm, young body. At last, with his gaze on her upturned, ripened tits, he embraced her. After pulling his ass back, he thrust forward hard, drilling the entire length of his cock into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Brenda screamed. "It ... it hurts so good!"
Julie knew what the girl was experiencing.
Unlike Brenda, however, she was an unwilling captive. And even now, she knew if she had the chance, she would escape.
And she would. They had to sleep sometime. Until then, she would have to suffer their assaults. Resign herself to being fucked over and over, beaten, raped.
"What's the matter, baby?" David said touching her face with his hands. "Don't you like my big cock any more?"
"I hate you and . . . and that thing," Julie spat, wondering where she'd gotten the courage.
"Then you're not tamed enough," David laughed. "But don't worry, slut. When I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for my cock."
Julie bit her lower lip to keep from saying anything else. It would only make things worse. He was still looking at her with pure loathing; next time, he might not stop at a beating.
And his cock did feel good, she had to admit. His prick slipped in and out noisily, totally filling her cunt. And those cum-filled balls swung back and forth like a lurid pendulum, slapping into the crack of her ass.
"Ohh! Go ahead and . . . and . . . fuck me," she gasped, unable to control her emotions any longer.
While David fucked Julie, Ross and Brenda were moaning into each other's mouths. Alan sat on the edge of the bed, slowly jacking his cock up and down, his eyes going from one couple to the other.
"Mmmmmmm . . . you've sure got a sweet, hot pussy! You know that?" David said, squirming his ass around. "Your old man is one lucky fucker to have this cunt all the time."
Julie wondered suddenly what it would be like making love to Stan, after this horror. Would she ever feel the passion she once felt? Or would this destroy them both?
Another ripple of pleasure shot into her cunt when David moved his mouth from her lips and kissed the hollow of her throat. God, he was good, she thought. She had to give him that. He knew just where to kiss, how hard to bite.
"My tits," she said, arching her back. "Lick on them . . . please ..."
David left a glistening trail of spit as he nibbled toward her tits. At last, he lapped between the two tits mounds, then sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Slowly, he bit into the delicate, firm tit flesh until he tasted blood.
"Goddddddd!" Julie screamed, her orgasm building savagely. "Fuck! Suck . . . God, do it . . . all!"
David spit her nipple out, then nibbled toward the other one. He took it into his mouth and chewed the tit flesh. Her nipple was throbbing just like her clit.
Julie didn't know how much more of this delicious agony she could take. She jerked at the chains that held her wrists and ankles, but not to escape. She wanted to wrap her legs and arms around the boy, draw his entire body inside hers.
"Aieeeeeeee!" she shrieked, climaxing so violently she thought the top of her head would blow off.
The force of her orgasm was so intense, it practically yanked David's cum from his balls. He felt a blasting spasm of pain, then total release. His cum swept up the center of his cockshaft and boiled into her yearning cunt.
"Fuck it, whore!" he grunted, lifting his head and biting her neck like a vampire. "Goddamn you . . . fuck it right up to your cum-sucking throat!"
For Julie, his words were mere smacking sounds, vibrations against her flesh. The only thing she could fully understand was the way her body reacted to his pounding cock. She had one climax after another until it seemed as if she would spend an eternity like this.
At last, with the final blasts of cum bursting from his pulsating cockhead, her climax subsided, leaving her spent, exhausted. She dropped her head to one side and closed her eyes, soft moans escaping her lips.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes," she whispered.
"Now me," she heard Alan said. "Come on, David, I want her, too."
Reluctantly, David pulled away and let his brother move in front of Julie. He watched as Alan's thick cock drove into her pussy, then he walked over and sat down on the bed.
"Oh . . . boy," Alan grunted, humping his ass forward, drilling the entire shaft of his cock into Julie's cunt.
Julie grunted also, feeling her cravings renew themselves. Getting fucked was one thing, but the gigantic load of hot cum already in her pussy made it all the more wonderful. She could feel the thick, molten fuck juices drool from the bottom of her cunt and run down the insides of her thighs.
"Poke me full of cum!" she panted, licking at the boy's mouth. "Mmmmmm, I want gallons and gallons of cum!"
She could almost see the massive globs of cum as they melted from her swampy pussy. They would roll down her legs, collect, then drop to the floor in a warm, milky puddle. Some of the strands would hang from her knees, suspended in air like creamy spider webs.
"Ohhhhhh . . . God!" she gasped, feeling her climax thunder around the root of his cock. This time, it was so good it was painful. "Fuck! Fuck me, you bastard!"
Alan grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and crushed their crotches together. And as the full length of his prick lay nuzzled inside her pussy, he felt her cunt muscles work on his cockshaft like a starving mouth, milking his prick.
"Damn! Your pussy is like a fucking snapping turtle," he grunted, feeling his balls tighten, ready to explode.
"Hurry! God, I want it!" Julie gasped, feeling another orgasm build, flooding her fuck hole.
Alan took a deep breath and spread his legs slightly. He then fucked toward her with his full weight. He pounded furiously into her cunt, causing her ass to hit the wall.
"Fuck it, cocksucker," he growled, chewing at her lips, sucking on her tongue. "All the fucking way up to your cocksucking lungs!"
That's exactly where it feels like his cock is, Julie thought. Right between my tits. It's so huge . . . like a baseball bat! Thank God, he isn't any bigger, or he'd rip my pussy to shreds.
Suddenly, she heard Brenda scream out. She looked over Alan's shoulder. Ross had a length of rope tied around Brenda's tits and it was yanking it back and forth, crushing the silky tit mounds together. She could see the large, red welts the rough hemp left.
And he was fucking her so rapidly, his entire body seemed to be a blur. It was as if his cock was a piston machine gone out of control.
Just watching them inflamed her own desires. She began clawing at her palms, squirming around as if on fire, sucking on Alan's cock wildly.
"Fuck me, you big stud!" she begged, raw with excitement. "All the way ... as hard and fast as you can."
A few seconds later, she felt Alan's prick expand, causing a grinding pain at the entrance to her pussy. Yet, even that was wonderful, because she knew he was ready to blow his thick load of cum into her cunt.
"Unhhhhhh . . . fuck it, slut," Alan barked, fucking in the first of his massive cum-load.
Pain and pleasure danced inside Julie's body then fused into one fantastic sensation. It was as if a million icy-hot needles were pricking her guts, biting into every cell of her body.
She screamed out again, then went limp. And as she hung there, arms and legs out' stretched, Alan slammed in the rest of his jism. At last, he fell forward, pushing his full weight between her legs.
"God . . . fucking damn!" he panted, his mouth on her right shoulder. "It gets better and better."
Julie's mind was numb, burned out. And what's more, she didn't ever want to think again. If she did, the horror of what was happening would overwhelm her. The shame was almost unbearable.
She tried to fight it, but like a nagging backache, the thought came back again and again. You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. Raped, assaulted, humiliated, abused . . .
You enjoyed it!
So what was so wrong with enjoying it? Did she really want to scream in agony? Would that somehow make it acceptable?
Which presented another problem. When she reported this assault to the police, they might ask her how she felt about it. She could hear herself now . . .
"Well, officer, I did have a climax, if that's what you mean. How many? Oh, Jesus, I forget. About, uh . . . twenty. Maybe fifty."
David interrupted her thoughts suddenly. He walked over and moved a dresser across the room. He positioned it behind her, then loosened the chains at her ankles, so she could sit down.
Well, he couldn't be all bad. He was thinking of her comfort. With her weight off the chains, her body flooded with relief. She leaned her head back against the wall and exhaled audibly.
"No you don't," David said. "I moved that here so I could sit down."
"But there isn't room," Julie said.
"Yeah, there is," he said, getting on the dresser. "You're gonna sit on my lap."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, feeling her body tremble at just being near him.
"Oh, just gonna sit here and let you ride my cock," David answered. "Come on, bitch! Suck my prick up your sweet asshole and fuck it."
After he slipped under her body, Julie felt his rock-hard cock stab into the crack of her ass. Slowly, his cockhead entered her tiny, puckered asshole, inflaming her ass guts with pain.
"Ouch! It hurts!" she gasped. In this position, she was aware of every grinding inch. "Let's . . . don't do it this way . . . please ..."
Before she could protest further, David held her shoulders, then crushed his full weight downward. His cock jerked inside her shitter, spread her asshole to the breaking point.
Julie looked between her legs and could see his thick, hairy balls. They lay just below her pussy.
"Mmmmmm ... so good," David grunted. "I love it when all of my cock goes in your cunt, baby. You like it, too?"
How could anyone like this? Julie wondered. It was as if her ass were being split like a pod. Pain flooded her insides like liquid fire, setting her teeth on edge.
"No . . . it . . . it's killing me!" she spluttered, her face ashen from the torture.
"Good," David snarled. "I like it when you hurt, bitch. I like it just fine."
Again, Julie felt so humiliated she could cry. Sex wasn't fun for him, but an act of degradation. And the more he humiliated her, the better he liked it.
David lifted her ass off his lap until just his cockhead remained inside her shitter. He held her there for a few seconds, then let go.
Julie's ass hit his lap with a dull smack. And when the base of his cock stabbed between her ass rim, she wanted to throw up, the pain was so horrible.
"No . . . God, please . . . no!" she begged, pulling at the chains until the metal cut into her flesh.
"Fuck me, whore!" David said, his eyes glinting with sadistic lust. "Suck my cock with your sweet, hot shitter."
Julie tried flexing her ass muscles, but it only increased the agony. Sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lip. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn't take it any more.
His cock seemed to probe deeper, pushing her to the very limit of endurance.
And then it happened. A sweet, soothing l relief crept down her ass walls, as if her ass membranes had melted around his stiff cock. When the sensations burned around her asshole, she felt a warm glow flood her body. The pain evaporated like dew on a bright, sunny morning-replaced by delicate flutter-ings of pleasure.
Her mind seemed to be affected. She knew then she wouldn't go to the police. These boys-mean and cruel though they may be-had given her new insight into what the human body was capable of. She knew now that pain could transform into pure, raw pleasure.
"Fuck me," she murmured, her voice trembling. "God, you little bastard . . . fuck your cock all the way in!"
Her reaction seemed to anger David. He grabbed her hips and clawed his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh. Then he began fucking upward, jerking her ass down at the same time.
"Goddamn you, whore!" he spat, chewing at the back of her neck. "I'll fucking tame you yet."
Julie had no idea what he was talking about. Wasn't she enjoying it? Isn't that what he wanted, for her to beg for cock, to crave it?
"Fuck me harder," she whispered, turning her head and running the tip of her tongue over his ear. "God, I love your sweet cock up my ass like this!"
David began fucking her savagely, brutally, tearing into her ass as if his cock was an instrument of torture. But each time he wanted to hear her scream in anguish, she moaned with delight.
And he wanted her to hurt, to be humbled. By God, I will somehow make her hurt, he thought.
While he fucked her unmercifully, Julie watched Ross and Brenda across the room. Their bodies were molded together, his ass slowly moving back and forth. She saw a thick, glistening stream of cum on the insides of Brenda's thighs. Soon, her own shitter would burn with some of his wonderful jizz.
She began working with David, moving her ass around, pumping her body up and down. A couple of seconds later, she felt his prick throb hugely. His cockhead ballooned, then jerked wildly.
"Ohhhhh . . . God!" she panted, feeling the first, molten spurt of jism gush into her ass. "Yes . . . fuck me . . . yes ... all the way in!"
With the third quick blast of cum, she felt her ass guts become a caldron. Her pussy and ass seemed to melt together, forming one tube of writhing fuck muscles. She screamed out again, feeling her climax dance back and forth from her asshole to her pussy.
"Unhhhh! Take it, slut!" David grunted, heaving his body upward. He planted the bulk of his load inside her asshole, then lowered his body. "Shit! Mother-fucking shit! Every drop ... in your ass ..."
Another savage orgasm pierced Julie's pussy, leaving her limp with satisfaction. She could feel his fuck juices slip backward, melt around his throbbing cock-rod and wet the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhh . . . thank you," she whispered, then she relaxed over his body. She leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I think that was the best fuck yet."
As David sat beneath her, his eyes were cold. Suddenly, they glinted. He looked over to where Ross and Brenda were, then grinned.
"Hey, baby, guess what you're gonna do now?" he said, slipping from beneath Julie's cum-splattered ass.
"What?" Julie asked, her voice sounding far away.
"You're gonna put on a little show for us," David said, stepping to the floor.
"A show? What do you mean?" Julie asked, watching him fumble with the chains at her wrists.
"Yeah," David said, freeing her. He lifted her from the dresser, then forced her to her knees. He wrapped one end of the chain around her neck, like a leash. "You're gonna entertain us."
What did he want her to do? Crawl around a and suck them off one at a time? He didn't have to be so cruel. She would gladly do that.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, looking up at the hard expression on his face.
"Why, baby, you're gonna suck some more cum," he answered. "Would you like that?"
Julie nodded her head, then turned, ready to put her lips around his still-swollen cock.
"No, not there," David said, yanking on the chain. "Over there."
"Ross? Alan?" Julie asked, looking at the other two boys.
"No, baby, you don't understand," David said, pulling on the chain. "You're gonna lick some cum out of Brenda's pussy."
Julie thought her mind would explode with horror. She couldn't, she wouldn't allow him to make her do that!
The chain squeezed coldly around her neck as he dragged her across the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Okay, Ross," David said, "move your ass over and let Julie here suck some cum out of Brenda's hot pussy."
"Huh?" Brenda gasped, looking at him with the same horrified expression that was on Julie's face.
"Hey! Yeah!" Ross said. "I'd like to see that."
"Well, I wouldn't," Brenda snapped. "Untie me. I won't do it."
"Doesn't look like you have much say about it, does it?" David laughed.
"Please don't make me do this," Julie begged, looking up at him. This was the ultimate humiliation. "I'll do anything . . . just . . . please . . ."
David yanked hard on the chain, cutting off her words.
"Get over there and suck some pussy, bitch," he ordered.
Over Brenda's objections, David crushed Julie's face between the girl's thighs. Then he straddled her back and held her in position with his legs.
"Run your tongue up her cunt," he ordered. "Come on, slut, let's see you ream the cum out and eat it."
As if in a daze, Julie opened her mouth and touched Brenda's pussy slit with her lips. An electric-like spasm locked the back of her throat.
"I ... I can't," she pleaded, trying to pull away.
David took the end of the chain and slapped her ass with it. As the pain shot up her spine, Julie's face became molded into the girl's crotch.
"Stop this!" Brenda said. "I don't do this kind of shit." "You're doing it now," Ross laughed.
"Now just shut the fuck up and enjoy it, or I might take a chain to you."
"You wouldn't dare," Brenda said, her expression defiant.
"Don't tempt me," Ross replied, his voice ominous.
Neither woman had any choice in the matter. The boys were watching with fascinated interest, their heads close to where the cunt-lapping was going on.
Julie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She slipped her tongue between her lips and touched the milky, slick cunt opening. The taste of cum stung her tongue.
That part wasn't bad-but to get it from a girl! She felt dizzy, nauseated. Still, if she didn't continue, David would hit her with that chain again.
She licked in a little farther and collected more of the sticky jism. It didn't taste the same as when she had sucked the boys, but sweeter. It smelled of perfume, the girl's body.
"Hey . . . that's not half bad," Brenda said to Ross. She was looking down at what Julie was doing. "Anyway, she eats pussy a lot better than you do."
The girl's words made Julie feel more comfortable, and for some reason, she wanted to lessen the humiliation as much as she could. If she pretended to enjoy it, it would be her victory, not theirs.
She lifted her hands to Brenda's thighs, then touched the sides of her cunt with her fingers. Slowly, she pulled back the loose folds of skin, revealing the pink pussy gash. Inside, thick globs of cum smoldered.
"Ohhhhh," she murmured, lapping at the creamy fuck juices with the tip of her tongue.
"Nice ... so nice," Brenda said, shivering with pleasure. "So much softer ..."
As Julie licked more greedily into the steaming, oozing fuck hole, she felt a sudden change come over her. It was as if she were looking at the female body for the first time as a man would view it.
Brenda was so lovely, so firm and warm. And as Julie looked through the jet-black mass of silky crotch hair, her eyes took in the full beauty of the girl's tits. Her tits were enormous, but instead of sagging, they jutted upward, as if the nipples were held by invisible wires.
She wondered what it would be like to suck on Brenda's tits, how the rubbery nipple would feel, throbbing across the roof of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, sweet pussy!" she murmured, thrusting her tongue fully inside Brenda's cunt. "Best way in the world to eat cum . . . right out of a hot pussy." .
Julie began using her teeth, also. While pulling the tight cunt lips apart with her fingers, she nipped at the exposed clit, ran her teeth over the fluttering, greasy membranes. She felt her own pussy buzz with ecstasy.
"Eat me! Suck me!" Brenda cried out as she thrust her hips forward. "God, your tongue is almost as good as a cock."
Although it pissed David off that they seemed to be enjoying it, he didn't interfere. Instead, he dropped the chain and looked closer at what Julie was doing.
Christ, he thought, she's rimming out that pussy like she's fucking starving!
"You like that?" he asked hoarsely.
"Oh, yes," Julie answered, gobbling greedily at the smoldering pussy. "I've never even thought about doing this before . . . and I love it."
"I love it, too," Brenda said. "Keep your tongue in my cunt like that. Yes, just like that . . . oh, yes, baby, that's so good!"
Juie slipped her fingers away from Brenda's fuck hole, letting the folds of the pussy lips squeeze around her tongue and nose. She slid her hands around the girl's rounded hips and clutched her soft, firm ass cheeks.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gurgled, pressing the girl harder against her face. She gave another moan, even louder than before, as she felt her own cunt swell with nearing climax.
"Faster . . . God, tongue-fuck me to pieces!" Brenda gasped. She jerked at the pieces of cloth that bound her wrists and ankles until her hands and feet turned a bright red. "Jesus, that's good! I'm . . . I'm almost there."
When Brenda's cunt exploded with climax, a thick mass of cum belched from her fuck hole and melted over Julie's probing tongue. Julie held the cum in her mouth, waiting for Brenda to go limp.
When she did, Julie slipped her mouth through the silky, black cunt hairs, then kissed her smooth, flat stomach. Her head nudged the underside of those precious tits.
As if she'd done this a million times instead of just once, Julie locked her mouth around Brenda's right tit and sucked the nipple across the roof of her mouth.
Cum and pussy juice smeared over the soft flesh, causing her throat to constrict with unbelievable hunger.
"Ohhhh . . . Jesus . . . come here," Brenda groaned, seeing the frothy, milk-colored fluid at the corners of Julie's mouth. "Let me have some of it . . . please!"
After Julie had sucked and chewed the girl's tit to her satisfaction she kissed upward, leaving a sticky trail of spit and cum over the hollow of Brenda's throat.
Their kiss was so passionate, so intense, they both climaxed as their lips touched. Then, as screams came from their throats, they spewed the cum back and forth. At last, when their orgasms began to subside, they divided the viscous fuck juice and swallowed it noisily.
"Goddamn!" Brenda moaned, looking toward David and Ross. "Untie me. I want to chew on her pussy."
"Jesus Christ," Alan said, breaking his long silence. "I've never seen that before. Untie her. Shit, we can watch them eat the fuck out of each other."
Ross quickly untied Brenda, then stepped back. The two women looked at each other as if there were no one else m the room. Then, after embracing and kissing, they dropped to their knees.
"Let's eat pussy together," Brenda said, pushing Julie to her back. "Mmmmmm, I want to try your pussy so bad."
Julie watched as Brenda burrowed her face between her thighs and stabbed her tongue deeply inside. After she'd worked in and out of Julie's cunt for a few moments, she squirmed around into a sixty-nine position. Brenda's hot cunt slowly dropped to Julie's waiting mouth.
Tongue stabbed into cunt, breasts crushed together.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Brenda gasped, feeling her orgasm begin to burn around Julie's tongue. "Suck me . . . eat me up and chew me down . . ."
Julie gobbled upward, jabbing her tongue fully inside the smoldering fuck hole. And with each thrust, her pleasures built. She began moaning, clawing at the girl's ass with her nails.
"Fuck me with your hot tongue, baby!" she groaned. "God, fuck me like it's a cock!"
Julie's words became a shriek of ecstasy as her orgasm flooded her pussy. The sensations were less intense than with a man, but they lasted longer. It was sweet, delicious, but for some reason the climax left her even more hungry.
Perhaps what she was doing was wrong, but it did make her feel better to know that while she was eating pussy she was thinking of cock. That, somehow, lessened the guilt.
Suddenly, a pair of furry balls hit her forehead. She looked up, and saw that they were Alan's. Then she saw the underside of his cock.
"I'm gonna get in on this, too," Alan said, spreading Brenda's thighs and thrusting his cock forward. "Shit ... my nuts feel like they're gonna throb off."
"Me, too, she heard Ross say.
While Alan's cock slipped into Brenda's cunt, she felt Ross yank her legs apart. His cock stabbed into her asshole with full force.
Christ, she couldn't believe it! A cock and pussy over her face, balls against her mouth, a pair of lips locked on her cunt, and now a big cock rammed up her ass!
"Ohhhh, God!" she panted, lapping at Alan's furry balls, then kissing around the base of his cockshaft. Her lips touched pussy and cock at the same time, filling her with renewed hunger. She gave another groan as she felt Ross begin to move his cock in and out of her asshole.
"Shit! There's nothing left for me," David said, looking at the writhing bodies.
"Fuck our tits," Brenda said, reaching for his foot. "Two sets of tits to fuck cum on."
David dropped to his knees, then held his cock down with his right hand. Humping over them slightly, he rammed his cock between their bodies. His shaft slipped through silky masses of tit flesh.
"Jesus . . . fuck!" he gasped, feeling his balls throb with a fresh load of cum. "Four fucking tits to fuck."
For Julie, having cock and pussy all over the place was too much. Her pussy exploded with a savage climax. She arched her back, then wrapped her legs around Ross' waist and drew his prick fully into her asshole.
"Unhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, then she went limp.
"Take it, baby," Ross grunted, punching his cock brutally into her asshole. "Gonna plant a fucking bucket full of cum up your ass!"
Julie lay there in a daze. While the boy fucked her asshole wildly, she could feel David's cock move back and forth, tickling her nipples. And above her, Alan's cock was grinding savagely in and out of Brenda's pussy. His balls dragged over her face, and she could feel them pulsate.
When Alan fucked in his cum, some of it would dribble from Brenda's cunt and Julie would lick it down. She would take the steamy fuck juices and roll them around over her tongue.
"Shit! Fuck it, Brenda!" Alan cried out, his body flexing. He held himself against her cunt for a few seconds, then began hammering his prick in and out with full force. "Now . . . goddamn you . . . take my cum now!"
Julie's eyes widened when she saw the root of his hairy cock jerk. She knew his lumps of cum were bursting upward, spewing into the girl's cunt. Any second now . . .
The first bubbly wad of cum melted from the girl's cunt, dropped to Julie's lips. The instant the cum touched her lips, Julie screamed with another raging climax.
Then, before she could fully take in what was happening, her asshole began to convulse. Ross was grinding in his cum, pounding her ass unmercifully with his rigid cock.
"Take it up your butt hole, bitch," he gasped.
Two of them blasting their loads at the same time!
And then Julie felt David's prick get even harder. He heaved forward, then stopped all movement. Seconds later, she felt the sticky warmth of his jism on her tits.
"Aieeeeeeee!" Julie screamed, chewing and lapping at Alan's balls and Brenda's cum-soaked cunt hole.
For the next several moments, they all became a mass of writhing flesh. The room was filled with their gasps and moans of pleasure, smelled of raw, animal sex.
Finally, when Alan and Ross withdrew their cocks and fell back on the floor, Brenda rolled off Julie's body. As she lay in an exhausted heap, Julie saw the thick masses of cum that glistened on her upturned tits.
"I want it," Julie said, crawling over and lapping her tongue around Brenda's tits. "Mmmmmmm, so good!" She began lapping down the tit-flavored jism.
When she had cleaned the girl of all cum, she turned and began licking on David's cock. When he, too, was clean, she took care of both Ross and Alan. At last, she lay back and fingered her own asshole and cunt. She scooped the cum out and brought it to her lips, then sucked it down with smacking grunts of pleasure.
While she lay there, she tried to analyzed her feelings. She had been forced to make love to another woman-and then she had done it willingly. Would Stan ever forgive her for such self-degradation?
"Hey, baby, you ain't gonna sleep are you?" David asked, pulling her over. "I'm not finished with you."
Julie was exhausted. She hadn't had more than a couple of hours' sleep, and after all this fucking and sucking, she just wanted to crawl in a hole someplace. Surely, he didn't want it again!
"Get over here," David said, pulling her to her feet. He pushed her down on the bed, on her stomach as he reached for the ropes and chains.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Julie asked, realizing she had asked that same question a thousand times.
"It's not what I'm gonna do, cocksucker, m but what you're gonna do," David said. "You're gonna suck my sweet cock and me to sleep."
He clamped the chains around her wrists and attached the ends to the bed frame. He then tied her feet together and wrapped the end of the rope around the foot of the bed. After examining his work, he crawled onto the bed and slipped beneath her body. He lifted her head, then pushed it back down on his crotch.
"That's it. Suck me like this ... for eight hours, whore," he said, squirming around.
Julie opened her mouth and took his half-hard cock into the back of her throat. As she pursed her lips tightly at the base, she felt his cockshaft throb, then fill her mouth. Soon, his prick was rock hard, his loose foreskin pulled all the way back from the enormous, oval-shaped cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice," David whispered, closing his eyes. "Nothing better than a cocksucking to go to sleep by . . ."
Julie sucked up and down his prick, waiting for him to go to sleep. When he did, she would move her face away and try to get some sleep, herself. And just who the hell did he think he was? Demanding that she suck him the whole time he slept.
Little bastard.
She sucked his cock in and out of her throat, lapped at the rubbery surface with the tip of her tongue. Then, after about five minutes, she felt his balls swell, throb against the hollow of her throat.
He was going to come again! Christ, was he a regular cum machine?
Julie sucked faster, more eagerly. It would be nice to go to sleep with the taste of jism on her lips. And even though she hated him, she certainly didn't hate that wonderful cock.
She plunged her mouth fully to the hairy, throbbing base of his cock, then felt the back of her throat steam with his jism. There were only a few drops, but it was enough to make her own climax build. She squirmed her head around and began pumping her ass up and down.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, her orgasm churning into her pussy like a fist.
"Suck . . . suck me off," David said, half asleep. "Keep my cock in your mouth . . ."
Julie made sure he was dry before she pulled her mouth away. When she spit his prickshaft out and lay the side of her head against his hip, she smiled.
He's asleep, she thought. He can't make me suck him.
I'll just lie here and go to sleep, forget about the little fucker for a few hours.
She snuggled into his crotch and felt her body relax. His cock lay at the back of her neck like a snake. And the thought of his prick being so close kept her from going to sleep.
"Oh, what the hell," she said, turning her head. She opened her mouth wide and gulped the thick slab of prickmeat into her throat, clamping her lips tightly at the base of his cock.
In ten seconds, with his prick firmly planted in her mouth, she fell asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Julie lay back and looked at the milky streams of cum between her thighs. Four days of fucking over and over had left her saturated, it seemed. Her mind was dull, burned out.
"Want to go at it again?" David asked, as he sat in the chair opposite her. "I think I might manage it."
"Do what you want to. I don't care," Julie said.
.....
She didn't. There was no humiliation, no anger, nothing. The boys had pushed her to the limit of endurance. She felt like a piece of meat.
There was riothing more he could do to her. David looked at her and smiled. He had humbled her completely. And just to be sure, he had given her a couple of opportunities to escape. She hadn't even tried.
Still, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to play with her like a cat would tease a mouse. Now, it was up to him to bring her back to life.
"Let's have a drink," he said.
"Whatever," Julie said dully.
David got off the chair and padded into the kitchen. He poured out two glasses of beer, then took a small envelope from his wallet. He poured the contents of the envelope into Julie's drink.
"Here," he said, after returning to the living room. "Drink it down. You'll feel better."
Julie took the glass and drank it with one gulp. She handed him the glass.
David watched her intently for a few moments. Finally, he sat back down and sipped his own drink.
Julie looked back at him, then shook her head. She thought she had seen a halo around his head. She blinked her eyes and looked at him again. His blue eyes seemed to turn red, then purple.
"What'd . . . you put in the drink?" she asked, perking up. "I ... I feel funny."
"Juice of the cactus," David chuckled. "You like it?"
"Juice of the . . . what?" Julie asked. "What do you mean?"
As she spoke, she looked at the bookcase. The books seemed to be shimmering, like pavement on a hot day.
"It's called mescaline," David said. "Don't worry. It's not gonna hurt you," he added.
In spite of his assurance, Julie became frightened. The entire room seemed to be dancing, flooded with vibrant colors. Then she heard a woman's laughter. Quickly, she looked around to see who had made the noise. To her horror, she realized that it was her own laughter she heard. She put both hands over her mouth.
"What's it going to do to me?" she asked, her voice sounding to her as if she were speaking into a large can.
"Liven you up for what's gonna happen," David said, standing. "We're gonna go for a little ride, baby."
"Where to?" Julie asked, then she heard herself laugh again.
"Thought I'd whore you out a little," David said, approaching her. "Make a little money no for myself with that sweet pussy."
Julie cursed the drug, because it made her feel horny again. She felt waves of nausea and humiliation. The worst part, however, was what it did to her pussy. She felt her cunt muscles twitch and burn.
"Whore me out?" she asked, not understanding the words.
"Yeah, thought I'd take you down to the bowling alley. See if some of the dudes want a piece of ass. How much do you think I ought to charge? How much you worth, baby? fifty cents a throw?"
Julie wanted to pounce on him, tear his eyes out. Instead, she looked down at her hands, let her gaze go over the soft angles. She saw more colors.
Then, as if in a dream, she felt herself pulled to her feet. Something soft was draped about her naked body, and then she felt the cool, evening air. The car door opened and she slipped across the seat. Then motion.
The city whizzed by, brilliant with color, and then darkness.
She was pushed to the back seat and the negligee was torn from her body. She looked up and studied the overhead light, wondering who had made the screws that held it in place. For some reason, it seemed very important.
"She's in here," she heard David's voice say.
"You sure it's okay?" a deep voice said. "She don't look too good."
"She's fine," David assured the man. "Just a little drunk. And does she love cock!"
"All right," the man said. "Here's the ten bucks. Now, keep watch, because my old lady is in there."
The door opened and Julie felt a hard pressure against her body She heard the sound of a zipper, then the probing of something silky and hard.
Cock . . . sweet, delicious cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, embracing the man. He looked like Stan. Maybe it was Stan. He had come home! "Ohhhh . . . baby, fuck me!" she groaned, thrusting her hips upward.
"Holy Christ," the man grunted, feeling her warm, churning cunt gobble on his prick. "She sure as fuck does love cock!"
"Who ... are you?" Julie asked, looking at him closely. "You're not Stan."
"Ralph," the man said. "Just call me Ralph, baby."
Julie squeezed her hands between their bodies and opened his shirt. His chest was muscular and hairy, making her fingers tingle with electric-like jolts. And that cock. So big and hard. It was like a snake, slithering inside her fuck hole.
"Fuck me hard, will you?" Julie murmured. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him. Already, her pussy was burning with the first spasms of climax. "God, stick your cock to me and fuck me to pieces!"
Ralph grasped her full, upturned tits and licked between them. At the same time, he pumped his ass up and down, felt her pussy draw on his prick like a warm, sucking mouth.
"Goddamn! I don't believe this is happening," he grunted. "You're fucking beautiful. And only ten dollars."
Julie hadn't the faintest idea what he was talking about. Ten dollars for what? Couldn't he keep his mind on his fucking?
She giggled, then gave a choking groan. She slipped her fingers around his sides and stuffed her hands under his jeans. When the taut, muscular flesh of his ass touched her palm, she froze with orgasm.
"Fuck! Fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed, licking at the top of his head. "God! Give me some hot cum to fuck in my pussy!"
Ralph pounded her cunt wildly, savagely, trying desperately to hold back at the same time. Christ, he hadn't fucked a pussy this hot since he was a fucking teenager!
"Jesus . . . fuck, baby, let's go a little slower. I want to enjoy it," he said, kissing her on the mouth.
He tasted of beer and cigarettes. She sucked on his tongue like it was a cock. Another spasm of pleasure riddled her pussy guts. She bit into his tongue, tasting blood.
"Ouch! You little cock-hungry whore!" Ralph grunted. It hurt, but felt good at the same time. And that was all it took. His balls expanded, then began pulsating wildly. "Fuck my cock . . . now, you pig-slut!"
While she chewed at his mouth and dug her fingers into the crack of his ass, Julie felt his cock jerk with life. A split second later, a massive, boiling glob of cum splashed into her pussy.
Cum . . . delicious, wonderful cum!
It was almost as if she'd never had it before. Thundering waves of pleasure hit her, causing her ears to ring.
"Fuck it . . . bitch!" Ralph cried out, clawing at her tits with his hands, slamming into her pussy with full force. "Suck in every drop of my jizz with your fucking, snapping pussy."
Julie lay humping beneath Ralph for what seemed an eternity. And each time she was certain her orgasms must be over, another climax would burst inside her pussy guts.
"Don't stop," she begged, feeling the man slow his movements. "Keep . . . keep fucking me like this for hours."
"Sorry, sweetheart,' Ralph said, trying to pull away. "My old lady is gonna start wondering if I fell in the John."
It was as if he was speaking Greek to Julie. John? Old lady? Jesus, some people are sure weird.
She felt his cock slip from her cunt, leaving her more cock-hungry than before. She tried to pull him back down, but he resisted. She heard the awful sound of his zipper being pulled up.
"Goddamn, that lady is sure hungry for cock," she heard Ralph say as he got out of the car.
Julie heard the crunching of gravel as he walked away, leaving her desperately alone. She wanted to climb out of the car and run after him, demand that he fuck her some more, but her legs were rubbery.
"Mmmmmmmm, I want cock," she murmured, digging her fingers into her cunt. She swirled her fingertips over the milky globs of cum, then brought her hands to her mouth. "Ohhh . . delicious!"
"You hang on, baby," David said. "I'll be right back."
"Don't leave me," Julie said. "Let me kiss it, at least . . . just let me kiss your cock."
"You'll get plenty of cocks to kiss before the night is out, baby," David said.
Although the effects of the drug were still powerful, Julie felt reality slowly creep into her mind. She tried to sift the hallucinations from fact. Her mind seemed to freeze.
What had happened? She remembered drinking a beer, a funny beer. Then David saying something about whoring her out. Ten dollars. Plenty of cock to kiss. She was in the back seat of her own car, the taste of fresh cum on her lips. Her legs were splattered with fuck juices, her pussy bruised from a hard fucking.
Whoring ... ten dollars.
"Ten dollars," she heard David's voice say, as if from a distance.
"Is she worth ten dollars?" another voice said.
"Look for yourself," David said. "Ten dollars is fucking cheap."
"Wow!" she heard a man's voice say. "And she sucks cock?"
"Get in and find out," David urged. "Come on, man! I ain't got all fucking night."
Julie felt, more than saw, the man enter the car. The light went on in a flash, then she was again plunged in darkness. She felt a hand on her arm.
"Stan?" she asked, disoriented. "Is that you, Stan?"
"No, I'm Bob," the voice said. "But if you want to call me Stan, go ahead."
"Bob," Julie said slowly. "Ten . . . dollars," she added, at last making the connection.
"Yeah, I hear you give a hell of a ten-dollar blow-job, baby," Bob said, sitting beside her. "That right?"
The man had come back! He hadn't left her after all. He was going to let her suck him off now.
"Oh, Ralph," she gasped, reaching for his crotch. "You're gonna let me eat your prick!"
"Ralph, Stan, Bob. What the fuck," the man said. "Just suck me, cocksucker."
Bob pulled his jeans down, revealing his thick, pulsating slab of cock. He then straddled her middle and held his cockshaft down to her waiting mouth with his right hand.
"Take as much as you can," Bob said, leaning slightly forward.
"I'll take it all," Julie groaned, gobbling upward.
His cock was bigger than she remembered, and slightly curved.
"Fuck! Wow!" Bob said, watching his entire column of prick enter her throat. Her lips were munching at his balls, into the black prick-hairs just above his cock-root. "You fucking took it all!"
"Mmmm-hummmm," Julie gurgled, baring her teeth. She scraped them over the rubbery, slick surfaces, then nipped into his prickshaft. The man flinched with pleasure. She gave another muffled grunt of ecstasy and pulled her head back.
"Shit ... do that again," Bob said. "Take my cock all the way in like that. I've never had a woman who could take it all before."
Julie did as he asked, gladly. Then, after burrowing between his muscular thighs, she again pulled back, holding his cockhead between her lips.
"Give me lots and lots of cum to suck out," she murmured. "Hmmmmmmm? You have a lot of fuck cream?"
"I got plenty of cum for you, baby," Bob said, crushing forward. He placed his hands under her head and squeezed her face hard against his crotch. "You . . . you just keep sucking like that, and I'll give you a fucking bucket of cum to swallow."
A bucket of cum! God, she thought, wouldn't that be wonderful? I could splash in cum, rub it over my face, my tits. Then drink it down, feel his cum bubble inside my stomach!
She began squirming, clawing at his sides with her nails. And each time she gobbled his cock fully inside her throat, she felt her cunt yearn for what her throat was getting.
"Mmrnmmmm," she moaned, squeezing her legs together to relieve the horrible craving in her cunt.
"Goddamn! This is better than a pussy," Bob said, punching his cock in and out of her throat. "So fucking hot . . . and sweet and tight."
Julie moved her hands over his squirming ass, let her fingers slide up and down the dark, greasy crack of his butt. Then, when she felt his prick expand to an even greater size, she thrust her middle fingers into his asshole.
"Jesus . . . fuck!" Bob said, flinching. It was like her mouth had melted through his crotch, was sucking on his asshole. "I . . . I'm gonna blow you fucking wide open, cock-sucker!"
Julie couldn't wait. It was as if his cum was as necessary as air. She sucked and chewed like she never had before. And even when her throat and neck burned with exhaustion, she kept at it.
Bob's cockhead ballooned, then began jerking wildly. A steamy taste of cum etched the back of Julie's throat, and she knew that in a couple of seconds, she would have his jism.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh!" she choked, her orgasm riddling her guts like machine-gun fire. She bounced around, clawed at his asshole as if trying to pull him apart. Another muffled groan of ecstasy burst around his rock-hard cockshaft.
"Take it . . . you cum-eating slut!" Bob barked, thrusting in the first molten glob of jism. "Ahhhh . . . shit, suck it down . . . lick it . . ."
The man's cum was so thick, so potent, it felt more like a fist than fuck juice. And when it hit the back of Julie's throat, it was like a bomb going off. Half of the first massive glob shot upward, through her nose. While the second half gushed down her throat, twin silvery streams of fuck cream blasted from both her nostrils.
"Mmmmffffff!" she choked, munching upward so hard she lifted him slightly. More burning spunk swept into her throat, splattered her tonsils. She cried out again, sending a spray of hot cum into his jet-black pubic hair.
"Suck it, cock eater!" Bob grunted, hammering in the bulk of his load. "Take every fucking drop and gargle it down ... all of it . . . take it!"
Julie worked on his cock as if her very life depended on it. And even long after he had stopped pumping in those glorious shots of creamy cum, she yanked and gulped wildly. At last, she slipped her fingers from his asshole and kneaded his balls, hoping for one last glob of cum to eat.
"Jesus, baby! You're worth a fucking million dollars," Bob said, pulling away. "Feels like you sucked my goddamned guts out."
When Julie's pleasure subsided to dull throbs, reality hit her with greater intensity. She knew then she had given a man a blow-job, and what's more, she had paid for it. She felt her body tremble with revulsion.
"I may be back later," she heard the man say as he pulled his prick away from her mouth and got out of the car. "Shit, you're gonna make a lot of money with that whore."
David's laughter made Julie flinch with shame. Still, she couldn't do anything about it. She felt numb, more humiliated than she could ever have imagined.
David was using her like a whore. Charging ten dollars for her to fuck and suck. Outside the bowling alley, for God's sake!
The taste of cum still clung to her lips. And then her mind wandered, reacting to the drug. Again, she saw colors, tried in vain to separate facts from hallucinations.
More voices outside the car. David and . . . who was he talking to?
"Pay in advance," she heard David say. "Ten bucks and the lady will do anything you want."
"Anything?" a young, deep voice said.
"Sure," David answered. "Suck you off, fuck you! She'll take it in the ass-you name it."
"I can fuck her ass?" the young man said. "For sure?"
"For sure, for ten dollars."
The car door opened and a young man entered. When Julie turned her head and saw him, her eyes widened with horror.
It was the sack boy from the grocery store where she always shopped. She knew him well. His name was Jeff Parker. He was about nineteen or twenty, and very slim, the chocolate-brown of his eyes matching the color of his short, curly hair.
"Miz Reeves!" Jeff blurted. "You?"
"Jeff!" Julie whispered. She wanted to scream rape, to beg him to take her away from this. But he was so cute, and she remembered once looking at the thick mound of cock behind his jeans. She had wondered what his cock looked like, if he'd fucked a lot of girls. "Jeff!" She placed her hand on his thigh.
"Miz Reeves!" the boy said again, looking at her naked body, feeling his prick throb to life. "I ... I don't understand . . ."
"Hey, you two," David snapped, "cut out the fucking chit-chat and get on with it. I ain't got all night."
"You want to fuck me in the ass?" Julie asked, instantly forgetting who the boy was when she looked away from his face. "Mmmm, I'd love to have a big cock shoved up my ass."
"Sure," Jeff said, his tone almost as if he were doing her a favor. "If ... if you're sure."
Julie turned over on her stomach and raised herself to her knees. She closed her eyes and waited for the hard pressure against her asshole.
Jeff licked his lips and began clawing at his jeans. A couple of seconds later, they were down around his knees, exposing his massive, rock-hard cock. His prick bobbed up and down, slapping his stomach, as he positioned himself behind her.
"God, you have a beautiful ass," he said, touching the rounded ass cheeks. "You sure I can do this?"
"Fuck me, you little stud!" Julie whispered, wiggling her ass. "Mmmmm, cram in a big hard cock and fuck me with it."
As she waited, she thought what a wonderfully real dream this was. She was in a car's back seat, and some young guy was behind her, ready to plug her ass with his prick.
Some young man . . .
It was . . . Jeff, from the grocery store. Yes, him. That thick cock, all snuggled in his jeans. Had he fucked a lot of girls?
"Goddamn . . . you're tight, Miz Reeves," Jeff said, pushing his cockhead into her asshole. "You sure you can take it?"
The dream was so real she could actually feel the thick, pulsating cockhead! It was going right in, squeezing her pussy opening painfully.
"Jeff?" she asked, shaking her head. It wasn't a dream at all. It was Jeff! And he had his cock inside her!
"Wow! This is so good. I've never fucked an asshole before," Jeff said, thrusting in about half of his cockshaft.
Julie wanted to beg him to stop, try to explain what was happening. But would he believe her? Or accuse her of being a cock-tease?
"Damn . . . it's all the way in," Jeff said, leaning forward. He kissed her gently on the back of the neck. "Boy, Miz Reeves, I always wondered what it would be like with you . . . and now I know."
It was good. Julie had to admit that, even through her shame and humiliation. She could feel his cock pulsate deliciously, his balls throb at the bottom of her cunt. And when he began sliding his fucker in and out, she shivered with ecsasy.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she moaned. She reached between her legs and rolled his balls over her cum-splattered cunt mound. "God! Ram it to me and blow my asshole apart, you bull stud!"
Jeff dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and began pounding his cqck in and out as fast as possible. Soon, his ass was a fleshy, hairy blur, the sounds of their bodies smacking together filling the car.
"Fuck it, Miz Reeves!" he grunted. "God . . . suck my cock up your ass and fuck on it."
With each hard fuck-thrust, Julie felt her passion grow. Soon, her insides were flaming, ready to burst. She began working with him, jerking her hips back and forth.
"Faster . . . harder . . . give it to me hard," she panted, her face tightening with ecstasy.
After a few moments. Her asshole seemed to melt downward, seep around her cunt canal. It was as if his cock were in both her fuck holes!
"God!" she screamed, freezing, experiencing a fantastic wave of release. "Fuck meeee!" mm
Jeff wanted to hold out a little longer, but it was impossible. When she climaxed, it was as if some giant, clawing hand yanked his cum from his balls. It even hurt a little when the jets of jism burst up his cockshaft. The pain melted almost instantly, replaced with such relief he gave a long, choking cry.
"Aieeeeee!" Julie shrieked. His cum was like lava, burning into her flesh, exploding her orgasm upward to new, even more fantastic heights.
"Fuck it . . . goddamn you, woman! Fuck it all in and . . . and . . . Unhhhh . . . take it!" Jeff panted. He withdrew, then hammered in the rest of his jism. He groaned, falling forward.
When his weight crushed her down on the seat, Julie closed her eyes, fully realizing what had happened. She hadn't been that much out of control. She could have stopped it, but didn't.
"Ohhhh . . . no," she whispered, feeling tears of shame sting her cheeks. It was like it was happening all over again.
"Thanks a lot, Miz Reeves," Jeff said at last, pulling away. "I never knew that women liked ass-fucking so much."
Julie was silent, afraid even to look at him as he got out of the car. Anger replaced humiliation, and she felt like killing David.
She felt strength return to her limbs. She could get out of the car and . . .
"You ready for another one?" David said, sticking his head in the window.
"You bastard!" Julie screamed, slapping him hard.
At first, David was stunned. He glared at her for several seconds, then grinned. He opened the car door and crawled inside. He reached over the seat and grabbed some ropes he'd brought with him.
"There's probably some kinky people in there," he said, tying her wrists together. "Maybe they'd like to fuck you like this."
Although Julie struggled, he was stronger. He knotted her wrists together, then attached ropes to her ankles. When he had examined his work, he grabbed a rag and stuffed it in her mouth. He pulled some tape out of his pocket and stuck it to her face, holding the rag in place.
"Think I might charge twenty dollars for this,' he laughed. "Now you just wait right here, baby." He was getting out of the car. "You're gonna make me a fucking mint."
Julie screamed, but she knew her voice wouldn't carry much farther than the car. And he'd done a good job with the ropes; she could barely move. Still, she struggled and tried to move toward the door handle.
A few moments later, she saw David walking out of the bowling alley with a large, overweight man. Fear and shame washed over her like a tide.
"There she is," David said, motioning toward the car. "Tied up like a pig and ready to be fucked."
Julie looked at the man with eyes filled with horror. He was a giant, blubbering mass, dirty, unshaven. As he smiled at her, she noticed that some of his teeth were missing. A faded tattoo was on his left arm. His fingernails were dirty, greasy. She could smell him from here.
"Hey, baby, you want to fuck me?" the man said, opening the car door.
"Twenty bucks, first," David said.
"Back off, punk," the man said, "I'll see if the whore's worth twenty bucks, first."
He climbed in and threw Julie to her back. Then, with rough hands, he spread her thighs apart and dug his fingers into her oozing cunt hole.
"Tight," he said, yanking open his belt buckle with his left hand. "Just the fucking way I like them. Real tight . . . gives my cock something to break in."
Julie thought she would choke on her own vomit when she saw his monstrous cock bounce from behind his zipper. It was the thickest prick she'd ever seen, as big around as m a baseball bat.
"Okay, baby, get ready for a fuck you'll never forget!" the man laughed, crushing his immense weight down on her body. "I'm gonna fuck this little pussy to pieces."
Julie thought both her mind and body would explode when he jabbed his gigantic cockhead against her delicate mound of cunt. She tensed, making entry even more difficult.
"Screw it in, whore,' the man said, biting down on her mouth. At the same time, he drove the full length of his cock into her cunt. "Unhhhhh . . . wow! You a virgin?"
Julie might as well have been. Her cunt had never been stretched like that before.
And thank you, God, for the pain-the sweet, horrible pain. It became so unbearable, she felt darkness close in around her.
Then nothing.
CHAPTER NINE
Julie woke up in her own bed. And as she struggled to lift herself, she felt every muscle in her body ache. She looked between her legs and saw that her pussy was swollen, slightly bruised.
And then she remembered.
Being tied up and fucked by that greasy monster. And the others . . .
How many were there? she wondered. Knowing David, he might have kept her there all night. She squinted toward the clock and saw that it was almost noon. What day is it!
"Oh, Stan will be home today," she remembered. She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. "Ohhhh . . . Stan, what's happened to both of us?"
Humiliation and degradation seemed to throb in her very soul. She would never again be the same person. And there would always be doubt in her mind. How many men would she pass on the streets who had fucked her last night?
And she certainly wouldn't be able to go shopping in that grocery store, to face Jeff. She blushed, just thinking of it.
"So, you're awake," David said, entering the bedroom. He was naked, his cock half-swollen. "Thought we might have one more round before I take off."
"Please leave," Julie said, sitting up. "Haven't you done enough to me already?"
"Not quite," David laughed. "One more fuck. Then I'll go. Promise."
God, anything to get him out of her life. Anything.
David walked over to the dresser and lifted the ropes off the top, where he had left them earlier. He padded to the bed and began tying her up. He wrapped the hemp about each wrist, then anchored the end of the rope to the bottom of the bed. He repeated the action with her ankles, positioning her spread-eagled on the bed.
Although Julie was sick of his games, sick with her own feelings of shame, she felt a tremor in her cunt. This would be the last time, at least. And if she did her best, it would be over soon.
She wouldn't fight, wouldn't scream obscenities. She wouldn't even seek retribution. She just wanted to be rid of him.
She gave him an impatient glance.
"Don't worry, baby," David said, getting off the bed. "We'll be finished before your old man comes home."
"We?" Julie said, her voice trembling.
Not his brother Alan and that Ross character. She didn't think her pussy could hold up to all three of them again.
"Yeah, we," David repeated. "We're gonna fuck you doggy-style."
Julie was puzzled. Doggy-style? Then why had he tied her up like this? She couldn't possibly get to her stomach for him to mount her from behind.
"I don't understand," she said.
"Oh, you will, sweetheart," David chuckled.
He left the room and was gone for perhaps a minute. When he returned, Julie understood fully. Her eyes widened with pure horror.
There was a huge German shepherd at his side!
"No!" she shrieked, pulling against the ropes until her flesh burned. "You . . . you wouldn't!"
"This is Butch," David said, removing the leash from the dog's collar. "And he just loves human pussy."
"God . . . please, David, I'll do anything, but don't-"
"Go get her, Butch!" David said, releasing the animal.
To her horror, Julie watched the dog bound onto the bed and crouch between her parted thighs. The animal's eyes were on her pussy. The long, dark tongue slipped out, glistened with saliva.
"Chew on it, boy," David said, pushing the dog's head down to Julie's cunt. "Run that old dog tongue in her cunt like a cock."
When Julie felt the cold nose, the short fur of the dog's snout, she thought her mind would explode. The worst was to come, however. She knew that. David was bent on humiliating her totally, completely.
And this would do it.
She felt the dog's tongue slip into her cunt. When it did, she flinched. It was like sandpaper. And his sharp teeth were bared, scraping into her pussy hairs.
"Please . . .dear Jesus . . . please," she begged, whipping her head back and forth. She knew she wouldn't be able to take this last act of degradation. She would die first. "Get him away . . . God, please get him away . . ."
"Lick her, boy!" David said, his eyes on Julie's tortured expression. "Get her pussy all warmed up for a big dog prick!"
"God . . . no," Julie said, feeling vomit rumble at the back of her throat.
To be eaten out by an animal was one thing, but to have him ... she couldn't even think about it. It was too horrible.
"Suck her, Butch," David urged, increasing the pressure of his hand on the dog's head. "Ram that little old tongue in and eat out her pussy."
More of the dog's hot tongue slipped inside Julie's cunt. It was wet and probing, terrible. She flinched, closed her eyes, tried to block it out.
It was no use. A dog, a German shepherd, was between her legs, chewing and lapping on her pussy!
Finally, she resigned herself, hoping she could get through it without going insane. She found herself relaxing, trying to ignore the searching tongue.
It was impossible. The thick slab of wet flesh felt like a soft cock. Unlike a cock, however, it seemed to be able to reach areas she didn't know she had. She felt a slight tremor near the base of her spine that caused her eyes to open. She looked at David, then the dog.
"Oh, you bastard!" she whispered. "God, how I hate you."
"Breaks my fucking heart," David said, his voice sing-song. "But I'll bet you love having a dog eat on your pussy."
"Well, he does it a lot better than you," Julie said, her voice hateful.
Well, he does, she thought. Even better than that girl Brenda. Besides, it was a new erotic sensation, something that built inside her loins that she was afraid to name.
"Come on, boy, get her all creamed-up," David said, stroking the dog's back. "Make it good for her. I think she likes it."
Julie was beginning to like it. The dog was nuzzling his nose inside her cunt, lapping that long, wet tongue over her clit.
"Ohhhhh!" she murmured, relaxing more, beginning to squirm around.
As her passion grew, her pussy began spitting out more opaque fuck juices for the dog to eat down. The liquid seemed to inflame him, and he increased the momentum of his licking. Soon, the room was filled with his smacking sounds, as if he were drinking water from a bowl.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good," Julie gasped, her body tightening. She felt a delicious throb inside her cunt, and she knew it was the beginning of a demanding ecstasy. "Lick me, dog . . . God, lick it in like a cock ... all the way . . . fuck me with it," she moaned.
Suddenly, her throat closed. Her fuck hole became a caldron. She jerked her hips up so hard, the dog yelped. When he buried his face back between her legs, her orgasm was so intense, her cunt drenched the dog's snout with pussy juice.
"Jesusssssss!" Julie shrieked, her face turning ashen with ecstasy. "Lick . . . suck me, you mother-fucking dog, you!"
David crept up beside her and then knelt on the bed. He reached out and ran his fingers over her upturned, firm tits.
"Want to do some licking of your own?" he said softly. "Would you like that, baby? How about sucking on my cock while Butch fucks your pussy?"
Julie would have done anything, committed any act to keep those sensations alive. She quickly shook her head up and down and gazed at the boy's rock-hard cock.
"Yes . . . ohhhh . . . yes," she gasped at last, when she found her voice.
David straddled her middle and pushed his knees into her armpits. He then leaned over her face, sticking the tip of his cock between her parted lips. Slowly, his balls moved from between her tits, over the hollow of her throat, then hung over her chin. His wiry, blond crotch hairs were tickling inside her nostrils.
"Mmmmfffff," Julie gurgled, feeling her climax renew itself the instant his cockhead nudged the back of her throat.
God, I must be terrible to enjoy this, she thought. Sucking off this horrible boy, while his dog licks on my cunt!
"Suck it, slut!" David said, beginning to pump his ass up and down. "All the fucking way in like that."
Julie sucked and chewed wildly, greedily, no longer caring how depraved she felt. To have this ecstasy, she would have done anything.
"You ready for a dog-fucking?" David asked. "Bet old Butch is!"
While Julie sucked, she felt the dog's paws touch her stomach, then poke into her tits. At the same time, something long and wet throbbed against the inside of her left thigh. It felt almost like a tongue-but harder, gently curved. At End of it were two, hard . . .
It was dog-cock!
The full reality of what was about to happen hit her, and sent her mind reeling. She was about to be fucked by a dog!
Desire and humiliation became equal forces, battling for control.
She wanted the dog to fuck her. She wanted to feel the depravity, the degradation.
She groaned into David's crotch hairs and lifted her hips. Butch's cockhead throbbed in her red-gold patch of cunt hair, then pierced her fluttering pussy lips.
It sank in like a long snake, reaching where no other cock had been. And then, when she knew she couldn't take another inch, the dog pressed forward, fucking in another two or three inches of dog-prick.
Man-cock in her throat, and dog-cock in her pussy! God, it was good!
"Like it, baby?" David said, looking down at her lust-crazed expression. "Hmmmmm? Is Butch fucking you good?"
"Mmmmmmmmm," Julie moaned, feeling her passion rise so quickly she thought the top of her head would blow off.
"Fuck her, boy!" David said, looking over his shoulder. "Really ram that dog-cock to her and load her up with dog-cum."
Julie hadn't even thought about that part of it. She would soon have animal jism in her pussy. What's it like? she wondered. Anything like man-cum?
She found out in a couple of seconds.
The dog gave a snarling growl and humped his back legs downward, crushing his throbbing, rock-hard balls against the tops of Julie's thighs. Instantly, her pussy guts were scalded with his pumping cum.
What happened next almost made Julie faint from pleasure. The long, skinny cock began bending. The cum-spitting cockhead slowly backed around, almost in a loop, doubling the size of his prickshaft. Pain joined pleasure in her body.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" she spluttered, freezing, then bucking wildly, savagely.
The dog seemed to have gallons of cum, and he fucked her brutally, hammering his hairy belly down with muffled smacks.
Soon, Julie felt the insides of her thighs burn with the spilling fuck juices. Some of the liquid drooled onto her asshole.
She screamed, her mind exploding with savage desire, then she went limp. As she choked and spluttered around the root of David's cock, she felt his balls jerk with life.
"Ready . . . for me . . . now?" David grunted, slamming his full weight down on her face. "God . . . I'm gonna blow it out your fucking ears, you dog-fucking whore!"
Julie was too exhausted to move. She could only lie there, let both him and the dog fuck into her body. And as her mouth filled with David's thick, greasy cum, she couldn't even swallow. The fiery jism collected, then spilled from the sides of her mouth.
"Fuck it in your throat . . . whore!" David cried out, every muscle in his body flexing, glistening with sweat. "Shit . . . mother-fucking . . . take it, baby!"
At last, he pounded the last of his jism between her lips and collapsed over her body. He squirmed his ass around for a few moments, grinding his cockhead against her tonsils, then relaxed.
"Goddamn . . . you're one fine lay, you know that?" he said softly, his face in the pillow.
Julie couldn't even think, as if her brain had been put through a wringer. And, even when she felt the dog pull away and David roll over, she was only vaguely aware of what was going on.
"Hey, you still pissed off at me?" David asked, reaching for his clothes.
Julie looked at him, then closed her eyes. Am I still pissed off? Jesus, what a total idiot. You come in here, with your brother and friends, rape me, commit every act of humiliation imaginable. Even whore me out. Let a dog fuck me.
Am I still pissed off?
Oddly enough, she laughed. It was so ridiculous, so insane, it was funny. She, herself, didn't believe it had all happened.
"Hey, you okay?" David asked, noticing tears stream down her cheeks. "You ain't gonna call the cops or anything, are you?"
For once, he faced reality. She had a big, bad-looking old man. And if he found out what had happened, he just might start some ass-kicking. The boy became suddenly nervous.
"No . . . I'm not going to the police," Julie said. "No . . . not the police ... I think I'll just take a trip down to the local nut house, that's all."
"Hey, Butch, let's get out of here," David said, reaching for the leather leash.
"Would you mind untying me?" Julie said as he walked toward the door.
"Oh . . . uh, sure. Hey, look, I'm sorry all this happened," he said while fumbling with the ropes. "I ... I don't know why I did it."
You lying, little bastard, Julie thought. She laughed out again, knowing what was going through his mind. He was afraid of her husband.
And right and well he should be. If Stan ever found out about this, he'd kill him. And, for the first time in a week, she held the power.
The thought occurred to her to tie him up, whip his ass, heap humiliation on him. Then she dismissed the idea. She just wanted to get cleaned up and wait for Stan to come home.
"Get out," she said to David when he'd finished untying her. "Just get out."
After he left, she stumbled toward the bathroom and crawled into the tub. The warm water began washing away the memory of the past week.
CHAPTER TEN
Julie felt like a virgin as she lay in bed, waiting for Stan. Her face was flushed and she found her hands shaking under the sheets.
He had looked so virile, unshaven and dirty from the camping trip, that the memory of what had happened during the past week evaporated. Only Stan mattered.
As he entered the bedroom, toweling his naked, wet body, it was as if he'd never left. It was still a week ago, as far as Julie was con-
Mi cerned. In fact, she couldn't even remember what David looked like.
"Baby, I've sure missed you," Stan said, dropping the towel. "All this week I was thinking of you here alone, all naked in that bed by yourself."
He got onto the bed and embraced her tightly, crushed his mouth against hers. And the moment the underside of his rock-hard cock touched the furry warmth of her pussy, he felt a jolt of pleasure sear into his balls.
"Let's make this special," he murmured into her mouth. "Let's make tonight the best ever."
"I'll do anything for you, Stan," Julie whispered. "And remember, I love you. Always will. I'll do anything at all."
"You know, it's so strange," he said, pulling his head back. "Sometimes I want to hug you so hard . . . make you hurt. Isn't that crazy?"
"Go ahead," Julie said, feeling her passion mount. "Hurt me . . . but make sure you hurt me real good, sweetheart."
A line of communication suddenly became open between them. His absence and her experience seemed to sweep away all barriers. Their feelings of love and affection became primeval, basic.
"Take me, Stan," Julie gasped, her eyes wide with hunger. "Tie me up and . . . and rape me."
"Tie you up?" Stan asked quickly, looking at her, hoping it wasn't a joke. "Really, baby?"
"I want you to do it all," Julie said. "And . . . and I've already been planning on this," she added, reaching over the edge of the bed.
Any other time, if she'd whipped out some ropes, they both might have laughed. Not tonight. They were caught up in a sense of urgency that bordered desperation.
Stan took the ropes and held them as if they were a part of her body. Then, with shaking hands, he wrapped the hemp around her wrists. He tied the ends of the rope to the bottom of the bed, then yanked her legs apart. He performed the same action on her ankles.
"God, this is going to be so good," he said, looking down at her spread-eagled, beautiful body. It was almost as if he were seeing her for the first time. That flaming red hair, the emerald green eyes, her upthrust tits. "Jesus . . . Julie, I hope I can control myself."
"Just go with it," Julie said. Her pussy was throbbing, almost sucking air. "Do anything . . . everything."
Stan took the last length of rope and wrapped it around her tits, slipping it into a figure-eight. As he pulled out the slack, her firm, ripened tits stood up, and her nipples became hard.
When he sat back on his haunches, between her open thighs, Julie looked at him anxiously. After all those boys, she had a real man. He was so strong, so developed, experienced.
His cock was enormous, slapping his hairy stomach as it throbbed. The foreskin was pulled back from the giant, oval cockhead, and a tiny drop of glistening pre-cum melted from his cum-hole.
"Fuck me!" Julie groaned, her voice trembling with excitement. "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard . . . make it hurt!"
Although Stan felt he could go on looking at her body forever, he couldn't deny the sensations in his loins. Her pussy was drawing him forward, like a powerful magnet.
"Okay, bitch," he growled, crushing his full weight over her body, "get ready for one hell of a fucking."
He'd barely gotten the last word out when Julie screamed in pain. He stabbed his cock savagely into her burning cunt with one powerful fuck-thrust. His balls rolled up the insides of her thighs and slapped into the crack of her ass.
"God!" Julie panted, bucking with a delicious mixture of ecstasy and torture.
Stan held himself against her cunt for a few seconds, then lifted his ass. He slammed back down even harder this time. As he did, it knocked the breath out of Julie.
"Take it, you cum-sucking slut!" he groaned, then he bit her mouth with his bared teeth.
While he kissed her savagely, fucking his cock wildly in and out of her cunt, he yanked on the two ends of rope to the sides of her tits. He, himself, could almost feel the hemp eat into the soft, delicate flesh. Her tits became harder, and her nipples throbbed like twin clits against his chest.
Beneath him, Julie was writhing in anguished desire. His cock was so big, so hard. It filled her cunt entirely, and with each hard stab, his fucking brought her closer to what she knew would be the best climax she'd ever experienced.
"Faster . . . you fucking bull stud!" she cried out, her face draining of color. "Goddamn you . . . fuck my pussy to mush!"
With the ropes in his hands, Stan moved his fingers to her shoulders. He held her tightly and dug his toes into the sheets. He began fucking and grinding wildly.
They fucked as if in a rage, filling the room with the smacking sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Their moans were almost animal-like.
Suddenly, Julie's body flooded with ultimate, raw ecstasy. Every muscle tightened, then seemed to turn to rubber. Her orgasm was tremendous.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked.
The force of her climax was so intense, Stan felt his balls throb with pain. Her muscles were sucking, pulling like a starving mouth. Before he really knew what was happening, his cum-load was shooting up his cockshaft.
"Fucking . . . shit!" he yelled, hammering in the first molten glob. He squirmed his ass around, then withdrew with lightning speed. He plowed back inside her boiling pussy, deposited another thick lump of jism. "Fuck it, you mother-fucking slut!"
Julie began working with him as fast as she could. Each time he humped his hulking frame downward, she lifted her ass. Their crotches molded togeter, her red-gold cunt hairs and his dark-brown cock hairs meshing.
"Take it ... all of it, whore!" he spat, plunging in more of his jism. "Every goddamned drop ..."
Julie's pleasures began to border pain. Their fucking was so good, so intense, even her teeth ached. And like a giant sponge, she absorbed his cum, sucking it violently into her yearning cunt.
At last, they fell against each other, their bodies trembling with the subsiding pangs of ecstasy. They had never felt closer.
"Jesus, we fucked like a couple of animals," Stan said, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know what came over me," he added. "A week away from you, I guess."
"It was great fucking," Julie said. "I loved it. In fact, I think I could take it even a little rougher."
"You're kidding," Stan said, his lust returning quickly.
"You can do anything to me you want," Julie said. "Your wildest desire."
"You know what I want," he said, looking away. "But you said it hurts."
At first, Julie didn't know what he was talking about. She'd been fucked in the ass so many times, it was like she'd been doing it all her life. Then it hit her. Stan had never been given that pleasure.
"Fuck my ass!" she whispered, licking at the side of his neck. "Let's get on the floor and you stick it to me . . . fuck me like a dog."
Before she could change her mind, Stan quickly untied her, then rolled her off the bed. As she knelt on the floor, he jerked her legs apart and cupped her ass crack.
"Really?" he said, his eyes wide with lust.
"I ... I can stick my cock up your ass?"
"Yes," Julie said, moaning with anticipation. "Ride me, you bastard! Shove it to me and ream out my shitter."
When the rope fell from her tits, Stan grabbed it and tied it about her neck, like a pair of reins. He yanked back, felt her flinch. And although he didn't understand it, he wanted to hear her scream out in pain.
"Yesssss!" Julie yelled. "Do it . . . God, Stan, do it now before I go crazy!"
While holding the ends of the rope, Stan grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. When he saw her tiny, puckered asshole, he felt his cock jerk so hard he thought it would explode.
"Goddamn you . . . take it!" he yelled, punching in the entire length of his prickshaft. At the same time, he pulled back on the rope violently. "Up your ass, whore!" He felt his balls slap the bottom of her cunt.
Julie climaxed even before his cockhead reached all the way inside her pussy. It was a churning, bursting sensation, filling every cell with throbbing pangs of pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck meeeeee!" she shrieked. The thrills reached a level of intensity that almost made her faint. She then went limp, falling forward, hitting her chin on the carpet. "Ohhhh . . . Stan . . . Stan!"
Her husband slammed his cock in and out of her asshole while pulling back on the rope, causing her body to flop around like a rag doll. And although he wanted this pleasure to last an eternity, he felt his balls swell with a fresh load of cum.
"Shit! I ... I can't hold back," he said, his body shaking. "I'm gonna go . . . now!"
Knowing his cum load would sear into her ass any second caused Julie's lust to return instantly. She propped herself on her elbows and began writhing and bucking.
"Do it . . . God, load me up with hot cum, bull!" she begged.
As she said the words, her asshole was flooded with his creamy cum. Another convulsion of pure, raw release made a caldron of her insides.
"Fuck it, bitch," Stan growled, hammering in the bulk of his cum. "Jesus . . . right up your ass, baby!"
Soon, Julie felt his cum melt from her asshole, joining the jism that oozed from her pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs. She reached under and touched the puddle of fuck cream that formed on the carpet.
"I want you inside me forever," she said, licking the thick cum from her fingers. "Ohhhhh! Stan, I love you."
Stan gave a final hump forward, burying his cock to the hilt. He held himself there for a long while, then collapsed over her body. As he ground his cock-root between the rim of ass muscle, he licked across the back of her neck.
At last, they lay motionless. And when their breathing had returned to normal, he pulled away and lay on his back. He stroked the area between her tits, then pulled her on top of his body.
"Hell, I didn't even ask you how your week was," he said, looking into the dark green of her eyes.
"Oh, it was okay," Julie said. "Not a lot to tell."
"You have any more trouble with those boys down the street?" he asked.
"We ironed everything out," Julie said. "I doubt if we'll ever see them again."
"That's good," Stan said, smiling.
As she looked at her husband, she let her mind wander back to the past week. Those boys had taught her a valuable lesson, and although they had gone about it the wrong way, she appreciated it.
If it hadn't been for them, she might never have experienced the peaks of pleasure she now knew were possible. And oddly enough, she felt closer to Stan.
Cock after cock had fucked her. She didn't even know how many. But they were just a memory. It was her husband's cock she wanted.
She wanted his cock to slip in and out of her pussy and fill her with cum.
"Will you have to be out of town a lot?" she asked.
"Well, with this new job, head of the department and all, I'll have to be away more than I want," he answered. "In a way, I'm glad, because it's so good when I get home."
"Ohhhhhh, I know," Julie giggled. She kissed him passionately. Again she thought of the past week. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked at his handsome face. "Would you do me a favor?"
"What do you want?" he laughed. "Want me to hire out a young boy to keep you company?"
"No, just a dog," she said. "A ... a big dog, maybe."
"Anything for you, baby," Stan said, embracing her tightly.
