Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in WIDOW IN CHAINS are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sherrie MacFarland touched the slick opening of her blonde-haired cunt and gave a soft moan of tortured ecstasy. Her hips moved slowly up and down, letting the dark-pink pussy gash suck around her fingertips.
"Fuck me," she murmured, her voice throaty, hungry with desire. "Stick your beautiful cock up my pussy and...and...fuck me full of cum . . . "
As she probed more deeply inside her cunt, she felt the itch for a meaty cock become almost unbearable. She began tearing at her pussy with her nails, scratching at the sensitive membranes, pulling on the erect, rubbery clit.
"Damn...I have to have it," she pleaded to the empty bedroom. "If I don't...I'm going to go crazy . . . "
She jerked to a half-sitting position and spread her legs as wide as possible. She then jabbed her fists between her legs until sharp spasms of pain blocked out the horrible cravings. Finally, she fell back, her tits heaving, her eyes glazed with anguish.
It was going to be a long night. Perhaps the longest she would spend since Bill's death. A long series of relatives had stayed with her to ease the loss of her husband, but now they had returned to their own lives, leaving Sherrie alone.
She got off the bed a few moments later and padded into the living room, still dazed with depression and hunger. While she sat on the couch, she ran her fingers over her naked body, as Bill had done so many times-like he never would again.
"Why...why?" she whispered softly, suddenly hating herself for being so weak.
She had been scandalized with her mother's advice to go out, but now the idea seemed to make sense. Perhaps she could just talk to a man, try to ease into some sort of relationship slowly.
No, no, she told herself. No one would ever take the place of Bill. No one could hold her like he did, kiss her with such passion, fill her with such hard, pulsating cock.
She closed her eyes and thought of the hundreds of times he'd fucked that fantastic slab of cock into her cunt. There hadn't been one time she hadn't loved every second of it.
And, God, did he know how to fuck!
Even now, in her mind she could see his massive prick fucking in and out, slipping over her quivering pussy membranes, growing harder, more gigantic as it got ready to spit out those boiling globs of cum.
"Bill...fuck me," she gasped, again jabbing her fingers into the smoldering patch of damp cunt hair. "Inside me...hard...fuck me...all the way in, baby . . . "
She squirmed her ass around and finger-fucked herself with an urgency that was almost frightening. And although her fingers couldn't begin to give her the satisfaction her husband's cock had, the desperate itch was slowly turning to pleasure.
Soon, as her ecstasy grew to the boiling point, she could feel her cunt juices ooze from her pussy slit, causing her hands to smack noisily against the insides of her thighs.
"Yes...goddamn...yes," she panted, gritting her teeth. And then a flood of release swept up and down her cunt canal. "Ohhhh!" Then she went limp.
Sherrie sat there for a long while, feeling guilty and more alone than she ever had. Still, she couldn't seem to control the dark urge that was growing in her brain.
She would go out tonight. But not to find a man, she told herself.
Just to talk.
Needing courage, she poured herself a stiff drink of scotch, then sipped it as she dressed. Soon, the liquor made her apricot-colored skin glow with warmth, calmed her shattered nerves.
She gave herself a critical glance in the mirror before gathering up her purse, and again felt a surge of guilt. She should look haggard, but she didn't. If anything, her grief had enhanced her looks. She was no longer the young wife, but an experienced woman of thirty-three. Tiny lines were at the corners of her eyes and mouth, but they seemed to set off her eyes, which seemed even larger, greener than usual. Her tits were as firm as ever, pressing upward, causing her waist to look wasp-like. Her hips were rounded, giving way to long, shapely legs.
"Well, here goes nothing," she said, cocking one eyebrow and forcing a smile on her pink-dabbed mouth.
As she drove away from the house where she and Bill had spent ten years, she felt her courage fade somewhat. Her palms were sweaty as they gripped the steering wheel, and her heart was pounding in her throat. And in a way, she felt almost as if she were being unfaithful.
Ten years of habit was going to be hard to break, she mused. Still, she certainly wouldn't have expected Bill to grieve forever if it had been her who had been killed in that awful wreck.
Just to talk, she told herself again as she pulled into the parking lot of the bar down the street. She had never been there before, because Bill had told her it wasn't exactly a nice place. Still, it was the closest thing around, and she knew if she didn't act right away, she would turn around and go back home.
Minnie's Hide-Away was dark and smoky, smelled of sweat and whiskey. Country music blared on the jukebox, pool balls cracked together noisily and pinball machines rang like an out-of-tune xylophone.
After Sherrie's eyes adjusted to the dark interior, she sat down at the closest table and placed her purse on a rather greasy chair. She fumbled inside for a cigarette and matches.
Before she could light her cigarette, a burst of flame illuminated her face, causing her to flinch.
"Let me do it," a deep growl of a voice said.
"Oh, thank you," Sherrie stammered, looking up from the silver lighter the man held, to his face.
"Mind if I join you?" the man said, sitting down. "My name is Greg. What's yours?"
After Sherrie told him, then accepted his offer of a drink, she let her eyes quickly move over his body while he yelled out the order to the bartender.
Greg was as blond as she was, but that was where any similarity ended. He was a giant of a man, towering over her even as he sat, his body corded with thick, bulging muscles. She saw a mat of dark-brown hair peeping from the collar of his shirt, and noticed that his eyes were a deep blue.
Just to talk, she told herself again, feeling a strange trembling inside her body.
A couple of drinks and talk. That's all.
Six drinks later, Sherrie was feeling more relaxed than she had since Bill's death. And with every passing second, she felt herself becoming more attracted to the blond stranger. In fact, when he reached out and touched her hand, she didn't even mind that.
He was so understanding, and that big smile of his would have made her knees buckle if she were standing.
"Hey, let's get out of here," Greg said suddenly, finishing off his drink and grasping her wrist. "I want to see if you can do something with that mouth of yours besides talk," he added with a lusty chuckle.
Suddenly, reality seemed to eat into Sherrie's brain. She jerked her hand away and fumbled for her purse. It was happening too fast and she realized she simply couldn't handle it.
"I...I have to leave," Sherrie said, moving away from the table quickly and stumbling toward the door. "Thanks for the drinks, but I...I just have to leave . . . "
"What is this shit?" she heard the man call out from behind her as she practically ran toward her car. "You fucking cock-tease!"
"I'm sorry," Sherrie said without looking back. Tears of guilt and humiliation stung her cheeks. "Please understand." She got into her car.
Before the man had gotten to her, she turned on the ignition and tore out of the parking lot, the tires spinning in the gravel. Without even looking, she pulled into the street and drove toward home.
"Hey, Greg, what's up?" a man said, coming out of the bar. "That cunt blow you off?"
"Aw, fuck off, man," Greg said to his friend. As he looked at the receding taillights, a smile formed on his face. "Hey, go get Barney. And hurry. It's gonna be a three-way fucking split tonight."
"All right!" Mark said, grinning widely.
A few minutes later, Sherrie pulled the car into her drive after running over the curb. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, her mind exploding with shame.
"What did I almost do?" she asked herself, swaying up the front steps. "God, I don't believe it!"
Had she actually considered bringing that strange man home with her, to fuck her in the bed that she and Bill had shared?
"No," she said, opening the door and stepping inside.
She threw her purse on the couch, not bothering even to turn on any lights as she made her way to the bedroom. All she wanted to do was sleep, erase the memory of this evening from her mind.
After undressing, she fell on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down so she could sleep.
Well, she certainly could understand the man's anger, she told herself. After all, she had acted like some cheap tramp back there, coming on to him and letting him buy her all those drinks.
He would just have to understand, that's all. And even if he didn't, he would never see her again. She'd learned her lesson. No more bars, and no more talking to strangers. At least not for a long time.
Still, a part of her mind toyed with what might have happened if she'd said yes. He would be with her now, lying next to her, his huge, muscular body warm and sweet.
And then, he would roll over and slip between her legs, fucking his rock-hard cock deeply into her pussy. Fucking in and out, in and out . . .
She wondered suddenly what he was built like. She'd never seen another cock except Bill's. Would he have a big prick? All thick and hard, and filled with warm cum? And what would it feel like to have a strange pair of hairy balls roll up and down the insides of her thighs?
Sherrie spread her legs and dug her fingers into the damp tufts of hair surrounding her pussy. Gently, she pulled back the loose folds of skin to expose her clit and began finger-fucking herself.
"Oh, that's what it would feel like," she murmured, probing more deeply inside her cunt. A flutter of pleasure raced backward, smoldered near the base of her spine. "Mmmmm, right in there...all big ten inches of your cock, you bastard . . . "
This time, her fingers gave her more pleasure than ever before, because as she finger-fucked herself, she was watching a mental picture of the blond, muscular man. Within a matter of seconds her climax was growing, and her pussy was ready to burst with heat. She began rocking her body back and forth, pumping her ass quickly up and down.
"Yes...that's it," she cried out. "Fuck...fuck me, you big-cocked bastard! Fuck me with hot cum...gallons of cum inside my pussy . . . "
Seconds before her orgasm peaked, the bedroom light suddenly came on, causing her to freeze. She looked toward the door and her jaw dropped, her eyes filled with horror.
"You!" she gasped finally.
"Well, would you get a load of this," Greg said, looking over his shoulder to his two friends. "Just like I thought. One of those ball-busting cunts who go out and tease a man, then comes home and finger-fucks herself crazy."
When the initial shock had worn away, Sherrie's mind flooded with anger. How dare they come in here uninvited! She would call the police and have them arrested!
"Get out!" she screamed, pulling the sheets over her naked body. "What do you mean, coming in here and . . . "
"Baby, you'd better shut that goddamned mouth, or I'll fucking shut it for you," Greg said, walking toward the bed, his eyes filled with loathing.
Sherrie couldn't believe this was happening. Or what might happen if she didn't act quickly. She reached out and lifted the telephone receiver, pushing the operator button.
"You cunt!" Greg said, yanking the phone from her hand. He slammed the receiver down, then yanked the cord from the wall. "You gave me a case of the blue-balls, and by God, you're gonna cure them."
"Wha...what are you going to do?" Sherrie gasped, her eyes now wide with fear.
"I'm gonna fuck you to pieces, bitch," Greg said, crushing his body down on hers. "And then, when I'm finished," he added, biting at her mouth, "I'm gonna let my buddies finish you off."
"Let's all fuck her at once," Sherrie heard one of his friends say with a laugh.
"No," Greg laughed. "Not now, at least. I'm gonna fuck her first. Now get out. This little whore and I are gonna make some fucking beautiful music."
I am going to be raped, Sherrie thought, suddenly realizing what was happening. These filthy animals are going to assault me one at a time!
"No!" she screamed, clawing at Greg's face. "Get off me, you bastard!"
"Okay, bitch, you fucking want it rough?" Greg said, slapping her hard across the face. "I'll show you what happens to a goddamned cock-tease!"
The man hadn't hit her with full force, but still pain shot into her jaw like fire. Any anger she might have had was replaced with real fear, so intense her mouth tasted coppery.
"Don't hurt me," she begged. "Please . . .
I'll do anything! I'm sorry...just don't.. . . "
"You ain't got a fucking choice any more, baby," Greg said, yanking the sheets from her body. "I'm gonna fuck you until you stay fucked!"
Before Sherrie could comprehend the full horror of what was happening, she felt his naked body against hers, then the hard pressure of his hard cock against the inside of her left thigh. Her legs were yanked brutally apart.
"Please don't," she begged, trying to push him away. Even without seeing his cock, she knew his fucker was massive, perhaps even bigger than Bill's. And being taken like this, his big prick might ruin her pussy forever. "Don't hurt me." Her voice was a frightened gasp.
"Baby, I'm gonna hurt you so good," Greg said, lifting his hips.
He jabbed the end of his prick into the blonde patch of cunt hair, then fucked forward with his full weight. His cock slipped inside her cunt with one stroke, stretching and pulling her pussy opening to the breaking point.
"Unhhhh...slut," he grunted, locking his mouth on hers. "How's that for fucking hurt?"
"God," Sherrie choked, unable to believe that such pain was possible. It felt like she had a baseball bat or a cattle prod fucked up her cunt. And if his cock had been one tiny fraction of an inch bigger, she knew her pussy would have been ripped open. "Killing me...can't take it...please stop!"
Greg grabbed her shoulders for support and dug his toes into the sheets. He began fucking in and out of her constricted cunt with every ounce of strength he could muster. Each time he heaved his body downward, Sherrie's lungs exploded with grunting gasps of pain.
"Take it, you filthy slut!" Greg said, chewing on her lips, squeezing his large fingers into her soft tit flesh. "Every goddamned inch. Fuck it up to your cum-hungry brains, whore!"
His cock was an instrument of torture for Sherrie. And each time he fucked inside, she was absolutely certain she couldn't take it any longer. Instead of passing out as she wished for, her mind seemed vibrant with each horrible fuck-thrust.
"Fuck on my prick, bitch," Greg ordered, slipping his right hand under her ass. "Lift this sweet ass of yours up and down. We're both gonna fuck!"
Sherrie couldn't believe his obscene words. How could this animal expect her to be a part of her own violation? A quick flash of anger made her strike out again. Her fingernails left four long red welts on the side of his face.
"You bastard!" she screamed.
"You bitch!" Greg yelled, clutching at her throat with the fingers of his left hand. "I ought to squeeze the fucking life out of you!"
For a moment, Sherrie thought he would do exactly that. He tightened his grip until she couldn't breathe. And all the while, he kept pounding his ass up and down, fucking his monstrous cock savagely into her cunt.
"You want to breathe or fuck?" Greg said, a sadistic grin on his face. "You start moving that little ass, and I'll let go."
Although Sherrie's mind almost exploded with humiliation, she did as he asked. A couple of seconds later, as she fucked her ass up and down, he released his grasp, allowing her to suck in precious air.
"That's better, slut," Greg said, placing his hand back on her shoulder. "Now let's roll over so you can fuck me really good. Ride my cock hard, bitch!"
After the man had flipped to his back, pulling Sherrie with him, she felt the full pressure of his cock as her weight pushed against his crotch. New spasms of pain shot upward, causing her to flinch, cry out with anguished gasps.
"Ride me, cunt!" Greg demanded, placing his hands on her hips. He jerked her body up and down while he fucked his cock upward. "Ah...that's it...right up here...shit, take my prick up...here!"
While he fucked her pussy brutally, bouncing her body wildly up and down over his, he buried his face between her upturned, ripened tits. He sucked the rose-colored nipples between his teeth and bit down hard.
"Ouch!" Sherrie screamed, feeling new sensations of agony eat into her tit. "Don't...hurts...please, I can't take it!"
"Fuck me, whore!" Greg gasped, his body tightening. "I've got a load of cum just about ready to blow into this sweet pussy of yours."
Sherrie knew he was about to climax from the way his prick was throbbing, growing even more rigid. His cock felt like iron inside her pussy.
"Hurry, please...I can't take it," she gasped, her body on fire with pain.
Greg threw himself forward, grabbing the backs of her thighs at the same time. He crushed her knees against her tits and yanked her legs apart like a wishbone. He fell forward, fucking the full length of his cock inside her bruised and aching pussy.
"Now...you cum-sucking bitch," he moaned, biting down on her mouth. "Take my cum and fuck it...unhhhhhhh!"
When the splashing wads of boiling cum hit the back of her pussy, Sherrie felt the pain lessen somewhat. Because of the greasy streams of jism, his cock fucked in and out more easily. Still, it was the most horrible experience she could imagine.
"Fuck me! Shake your ass and suck on my cock with your pussy," Greg grunted into her mouth. "You know you fucking love this...getting fucked hard . . . "
If she hadn't been pinned down, Sherrie thought she might slap him again, no matter what the consequences might be. How could this animal even think she could like being raped, assaulted like this? Being fucked savagely, that monster cock pounding in and out...loading up her pussy with all that cum . . .
"No!" she cried out, but to her own feelings. All the pain suddenly melted, replaced with delicate spasms of pleasure. "Please...dear God, no!"
"Unhhhh...there," Greg said, giving her pussy one final hammering fuck-thrust. The last of his cum burst from his cockhead, then swirled around his cockshaft. "How was it, bitch? Finally got yourself a good fuck, huh?"
Sherrie was glad he'd stopped fucking because, when he did, the pleasure also stopped. And it was horrifying for her even to consider what her own reaction might have been if the fucking had gone on. She had actually felt the beginnings of climax!
"Now, will you leave?" she whispered, closing her eyes and turning her face away, feeling her mind sting with shame. "You got what you wanted."
"Oh, no, baby. This is just for starters," Greg said, squirming his ass around slowly. "When we get finished fucking you, you'll never want to look at another cock again."
"Well, tell them to get it over with then,"
Sherrie said, resigned to her fate, "and then leave...please."
"Leave?" Greg laughed. "Shit, baby, you can't be serious. I've got to teach you a fucking lesson."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Sherrie said, her throat constricting with new fear.
"I'm gonna make sure you never tease another man again as long as you live," Greg answered, his voice husky. "And I don't care if it takes a week."
Was this to be the price she would have to pay for making one stupid mistake? To be raped again and again by these terrible men?
"I...I didn't mean to come across as a tease," Sherrie said, trying to search for the right words to make the man understand. "It was just that I was so lonely and . . . "
"Well, you have plenty of company now," Greg said. "Now you just get yourself ready for a fuckathon, bitch!"
Sherrie suddenly felt she was being dragged into a nightmare from which she would never return.
CHAPTER TWO
"Suck me off, cocksucker!" Greg said, pushing his knees into Sherrie's armpits. He lowered himself over her face and squirmed his ass around. "Eat my cock all the way down and lick out my cum."
At first, Sherrie had been so glad when he'd slipped his cock out of her cunt, but now with his throbbing monster cock against her lips, she felt raw fear return. Did he really expect her even to begin to suck all of his big cock into her mouth? Surely not! There wasn't a woman alive who could take all that rock-hard prickshaft and live. It would tear her throat out!
"Don't hurt me!" she begged. "You're too big and . . . "
Her words became a choking grunt when Greg thrust his cockhead between her lips and crushed his full weight down.
"Sure you can. Just open fucking wide like a little bird, baby," he chuckled sadistically.
Sherrie felt his cock slip past her tonsils, then into her throat. And when she was certain she was going to choke to death, he forced in more prick. Soon, her lips were clamped around the hairy base of his cockshaft, her chin nudging his fuzzy balls.
"Ahhhh...almost as sweet as your pussy," Greg said, beginning to rock his body back and forth over her face. "Now suck me real good and you'll have all kinds of hot cum to lick out."
Sherrie felt vomit rumble from her stomach and meet the tip of his prickshaft. Each time she tried to push him away, he only pressed down harder. She dug her nails into the ribbons of muscle at his stomach, but it was useless to fight. He was just too powerful.
So this is how I'm going to die, she thought suddenly. Choked on a ten-inch cock and my own vomit! Still, the desire for survival was strong and she clawed at his stomach, feeling her lungs burn from lack of air.
"Suck my cock, bitch...don't fight it, just suck," Greg said, crushing his full weight against her face. "Relax a little and I'll bet you'll be begging for more prick!"
Sherrie felt the room begin to spin, grow dark. And for a moment she became so giddy from lack of air, she thought she might laugh -if she could have. Bill's death was so tragic, while her own would be absurdly comical. People would file past her coffin, knowing that she had choked to death on a cock!
Greg repositioned himself, turning slightly to one side, allowing her to breathe. After he felt her tits heave up and down against his ass a few times, he rolled back over.
"You suck my prick good and I'll do that some more," he said, pumping his ass up and down. "You want to breathe...you gotta suck like this is the last prick on earth, baby."
AVith fresh air in her lungs, Sherrie felt her resolve return. She would somehow survive this terror. Sure, she would suck him, even if she did throw up all over his crotch, but she would somehow escape. And when she did
"Ah...that's real fine, cocksucker," Greg grunted, feeling her lips tighten around his plunging prickshaft. "Make your little mouth like a hot pussy."
Sherrie began working with him, gobbling upward each time he fucked his prick into her throat. And oddly enough, the rumbling sensation of vomit abated and her throat relaxed. Yes, she would get through this horror, she thought.
"Hey, not fucking bad at all," Greg said, again rolling to his side. "You're the best little cocksucker I've ever had."
Under the right circumstances, his words might have pleased Sherrie. Being forced to commit this vile act, however, only made her angry. And for a moment she was almost tempted to bite his cock off. But something told her that if she even tried, he certainly would kill her.
Just bide your time, she cautioned herself. Why, you could even pretend to enjoy it! That would throw these bastards off the scent. Sure, go ahead. Moan. Writhe around. Even play with his tight, hairy ass.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, lapping the tip of her tongue into the coarse, brown hairs that surrounded his pulsating cockbase. Another moan escaped her lips as she clawed at his hips, her fingers moving toward his pumping ass.
"All right," Greg said softly. "I knew you'd like sucking my cock if you just tried a little."
You egocentric mother-fucker, Sherrie thought. Just wait. I'll show you how I get my fun. When I can get free, I'll get the gun out of the bedside table and blow your balls right up through your fucking guts.
"Faster, cocksucker," Greg said, again crushing himself fully down on her face. "Take every big inch of my prick!"
While Sherrie sucked as hard as she could, she felt his massive balls throb against her chin. She could almost see the swirling masses of cum, ready to spurt into her throat and . . .
Well, by God, she certainly wouldn't swallow his cum. That, at least, would be a small victory.
"Almost there, bitch," Greg said, slipping his hands under her head and pressing her face against his crotch. "You're gonna fucking love this . . . "
Suddenly, Sherrie's lips widened painfully as his cock expanded. An instant later, the first warm gush of cum burst from his prick, flooding the inside of her mouth. And even though she couldn't breathe, she locked her throat muscles, trapping his milky cum in her cheeks. Still, there was so much fuck juice it had to go someplace.
"Eat on it, slut!" Greg said, feeling the foamy jism wash around his cockshaft. "Come on...lick it down!"
Sherrie's mouth was so full of cum, she was almost tempted to do as he asked. At least, it would relieve some of the pressure. She fought it, however, letting hot streams of cum ooze from the corners of her mouth.
"Unhhhh...there!" Greg said, fucking in the final glob of jism.
Sherrie lay beneath his body for several long moments, waiting for him to roll off. When he did, she struggled free from his grip and fell off the bed. Almost gagging as she ran, she made for the bathroom and spit out the creamy cum into the toilet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Greg said, his voice filled with anger. He followed her into the bathroom and stood behind her, his eyes narrowing. "Why, you little bitch," he said, his voice sharp. "I ought to make you...goddammit, I will!"
Before Sherrie could react, Greg grabbed her by the hair of the head and crushed her lips down on the toilet seat, against a wad of cum she had spit out.
"Lick it, cunt," he demanded, rubbing her face in the cooling, sticky fuck juice. "This'll fucking teach you to hold back."
Sherrie couldn't imagine being more humiliated. It was one thing to be forced to suck his cock, but to lick his cum off the toilet!
"Mmmmmmfff...don't!" she begged, resisting, although it was useless against his overpowering strength.
"Lick it, I said," Greg snapped. He reached into the toilet and splashed the mixture of water and cum against her face. "Lick it dry!"
As she suffered this horrible degradation, Sherrie wished she'd swallowed his cum when she had the chance. Eating his cum from the toilet seat was so awful it made her entire body shake with humiliation.
While Greg held her head down with his hands, he kicked her legs apart and knelt behind her. He thrust his rock-hard cock into the crack of her ass.
Sherrie flinched with terror. Didn't he know where he was putting that horrible thing? If he didn't watch it, he would stick his cock in her ass!
"Now for a little sweet ass-fucking," Greg said, squeezing the end of his cockshaft into her shitter opening.
That was what he was planning on doing! It wasn't a mistake!
"Please...you're too big," she gasped, her eyes glazed with fear.
"Then I'll just have to ream you out to make my prick fit," Greg said with a sadistic grunt.
Sherrie thought the world would come to an end when he fucked the full length of his prick into her asshole. And as he reached total penetration, she felt his cockhead throbbing deep in her ass-guts. Her entire body was on fire with agony.
"God!" she screamed, cum and air rattling in the back of her throat.
"Fuck with me, will you!" Greg snarled, withdrawing his cock slightly, then fucking back inside.
Sherrie thought she would die from shame. Having her face crushed down on the toilet seat, forced to lick off the cum she had spat out, and being fucked in the ass. If only she could die right now, she thought. Just die!
"Shake it with me, whore," Greg said, steadily ramming his cock in and out of her shitter. "Come on, lick cum and eat on my prick with your tight asshole."
Sherrie closed her eyes, trying desperately to block out this terror, this madness. Yet, how could she? With each hard fuck-thrust of his cock, her mind seemed to explode with agony.
Suddenly, Greg slammed her head inside the toilet and humped slightly upward. As her face hit the clear water, he fucked his prick savagely between her thighs. He held himself there for a couple of seconds, then squirmed his ass around.
"Goddamn...didn't think I could shoot my load so quick," he gasped, every muscle in his body tightening. "Gonna fuck you fucking to...unhhhhhhh!"
An instant later, a flood of hot cum splashed into Sherrie's asshole. She bucked and writhed, tried to pull her face from the toilet, but it was useless. The man was a savage animal, concerned only with his own pleasure.
"Fuck it, slut...come on...fuck with me," Greg said, fucking in more of his molten jism.
When he released the pressure on her head, letting her sit back on her haunches, Sherrie again wished she had that gun. This time, however, she wanted to shoot herself, not him. She would never again be able to face herself after this. She closed her eyes and felt warm tears streak her cheeks, mixing with the slimy cum from the toilet.
"No...please...no!" she wailed, clawing at the toilet seat with her nails.
"Unhhhh...little bit more," Greg said, fucking upward so hard her knees almost left the floor.
Sherrie thought he was going to split her like a pod with his ramming cock. And with each horrible fuck-thrust, it only got worse. Soon, it felt as if every cell in her body was bathed in pain.
"Killing me," she whimpered, biting her lower lip until she tasted the salty flavor of blood. "Please stop...God, I...I can't take it any...any...please . . . "
As her words became a choking moan, she felt the pain lessen slightly. A couple of seconds later, her eyes jerked open with new horror.
"No...please, not that," she said.
And yet it was happening. Her shitter seemed to melt, become a part of her throbbing cunt canal. And like some sort of mocking, clawing animal, her orgasm began burning around his cockshaft.
Greg gave her asshole a final punch, then pulled back, letting his cum-coated prick slap against his stomach. With her shitter empty, the sensations of pleasure dissolved.
"You think you learned your lesson?" Greg asked, yanking her head back.
"Yes," Sherrie said, her mind exploding with a million confusing thoughts. "I...I'm sorry."
"Okay, baby, prove it," Greg said, forcing her head down to his crotch. "Clean off my cock and balls. And this time, I want to watch you fucking swallow it."
When Sherrie felt the warmth of his cock against her cheek, she knew she'd better do as he said. Only God knew what other horror he would think of if she didn't.
She pulled at his balls and the loose sheath of his foreskin, licking off the milky wads of cum. When he was clean, she swallowed noisily, fear in her eyes as she looked up at him.
"That's fine," Greg said, a vampire-like smile on his lips. "Now see if there's any more."
Sherrie grasped his cock at the thick base and pulled forward. When her fingers reached the crest of his cockhead, a thick glob of jism oozed from the tiny cum-hole. She lapped out her tongue and caught it, sucking the cum into the back of her throat.
"That's it," she said softly, feeling the milky fuck juice seep into her stomach. "Now will you let me go?"
"Sure," Greg said, standing up. "Let's go back to the bedroom. I'll give you another chance to be real nice to me."
God, what is he? she wondered. A fuck-machine! Doesn't he ever get enough fucking?
"What...what do you want me to do?" Sherrie asked, shooting a quick glance at the nightstand where the gun was.
"Oh, I guess I could lay here a little and let you eat me some more," Greg said.
"Sure," Sherrie said, her heart pounding in her throat.
Anxious to get the gun, she threw herself toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. Her trembling fingers closed around the trigger and she spun, pointing the barrel toward Greg's face.
"Hey, lady!" Greg said, his face turning ashen. "Now don't do anyth . . . "
Sherrie squeezed the trigger.
CHAPTER THREE
Nothing happened when Sherrie squeezed the trigger. At the same instant, both she and Greg realized she hadn't released the safety. Before Sherrie could do anything, the gun was slapped out of her hand.
"You mother-fucking cunt!" Greg roared, grabbing her by the neck with both hands. "I ought to fucking choke you to death."
As Sherrie looked into the liquid fury of his eyes, she honestly thought he was going to kill her. His fingers were digging into her throat until the tips almost met. Her eyes bulged and her skin turned a mottled purple. At last, he released his grip and slapped her face back and forth.
"Now you're gonna pay, sweet slut," Greg said, his teeth clenched. "Pay and pay and pay."
Sherrie wished desperately she could have everything to do over. God, how could she have been so stupid? Without the hope of the gun for protection now, she was totally at their mercy. And from the look in Greg's eyes, that was something she could forget about.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear so real she could taste it.
"I'm going to make you wish you were never born," Greg said, his voice strangely calm.
"Shut the fuck up!" Greg yelled, slapping her hard.
As she lay sprawled on the bed, she gave a choking scream when he lunged down on top of her. He straddled her middle, his toes crushing into her armpits, his face toward her feet. He banged his ass down on her face.
"Lick out my shitter, you cum-eating whore," Greg said, his voice husky with lust.
When the crack of his hairy ass closed in around her nose and mouth, Sherrie thought she would vomit. Was there no limit to the humiliation she must suffer?
"Stick that tongue up my ass and lick it clean," Greg said, squirming his ass over her face, pushing down with his full weight.
"Don't...please...I'm going to throw up," Sherrie gasped, clawing at his ass cheeks.
"I don't give a fuck," Greg said, jabbing his fingers into her cum-soaked cunt. "Go ahead. You're just gonna have to lick it back in. Anyway, I might like that."
Sherrie knew he was serious. If she did vomit, he probably would make her . . .
She couldn't even finish the thought. She swallowed hard, fighting the acrid taste of her stomach rumblings, and began darting her tongue deeply inside his asshole. If she were going to survive at all, she would now have to do anything he commanded, no matter how vile.
"Ah, that's just fine," Greg grunted, pushing his cock back and forth between her tits. He squeezed his fingers deeply inside her cunt and began pinching her rubbery clit. "You take care of me...and I'll take care of you."
While Sherrie licked and chewed on his asshole, she felt him squeeze, tug on her clit. At the same time, she could feel his half-hard prick ease up and down her chest, his balls throbbing against her tits.
"Hey, baby, want me to stick something up this sweet cunt of yours?" Greg said a couple of minutes later. "How about this gun?" He was reaching for the pistol.
Sherrie flinched and screamed. The more she fought, the harder he pressed his ass against her face. Suddenly, she felt the cold metal of the gun against the inside of her thigh.
"Don't worry, bitch, I'm not gonna blow your pussy apart," Greg chuckled, removing the bullets. "Not with this gun, at least."
When Sherrie heard the clinking. of the bullets she knew she should be relieved, but she wasn't. Something told her he was going to do something horrible with that gun.
She was right.
"Ever been gun-fucked?" Greg grinned, plunging the barrel of the gun into her cunt-opening.
"Ohhhh...God!" Sherrie cried out, arching her back as a stab of pain shot into her cunt.
Yes, it could get worse, she thought. Much worse. This had to be the worst possible. Forced to lick on his shitter while he fucked that gun in her cunt!
"Lick me, bitch," Greg commanded. "Suck on my ass like it's an all-day sucker."
Sherrie wondered where she found the strength, but she did as he ordered. She began running her tongue in and out of his asshole. Gasping, grunting moans of pain became muffled in the crack of his ass as her lungs exploded with pain.
"Like this?" Greg said, fucking the cold barrel of the gun in and out of her hot pussy. "Hey, baby, tell me how much you love getting fucked like this."
"I love it," Sherrie said, willing to say anything to stay alive. "Fuck me with it...I love sucking your hot asshole."
As she heard her own voice, she felt her body tremble with revulsion. Never in her life had she even imagined anything so terrible happening to a person.
"Now come on, bitch, I want to see you get off," Greg said, fucking the gun almost all the way inside her pussy. "I want to watch your little clit explode."
Jesus! Is he nuts? she thought. How can he expect me to...to have an orgasm under such terrible circumstances? Still, if I don't try . . .
Sherrie closed her eyes, tried thinking of something else-anything else.
Bill...yes, Bill! She had lain beneath his hulking, hairy frame and had screamed out time after time with pleasure. A mental picture of his cock burned in her mind, causing her body to relax slightly. And if she pretended, the feel of the gun barrel was almost like the texture of his hard cock.
"Oh, fuck me!" she gasped, pushing her hips up and down. "All the way in...like that...fuck me hard, baby . . . "
"Now that's more like it," Greg said, his blue eyes flashing with new fuck-hunger. He began squirming faster over her face, pushing his cock hard against the sides of her tits. "Let's you and me really shoot together, baby."
Sherrie felt her passion rise so quickly it surprised her. And before she really knew what was happening, her cunt flooded with warmth.
"Aaaghhhhh!" she screamed, locking her lips firmly against his acrid-tasting asshole and thrusting her tongue fully inside.
"Jesus! You're hot as a fucking firecracker," Greg said, pulling the loose folds of skin away from her cunt opening. "Looks like a goddamned volcano."
As Sherrie's orgasm peaked, the convulsions of pleasure caused Greg's cum to squirt from her cunt. And as his cum, mixed with her own fuck juices, swirled around the gun barrel and her throbbing clit, she jerked so violently she almost threw him off.
"Me...too," Greg said suddenly, feeling his cock pulsate. "All over your fucking stomach, baby!"
While Sherrie experienced one climax after another, she felt a burning sensation against her stomach. She began writhing wildly beneath him, clawing at his ass with her fingernails, licking so hard her jaws ached. And each time her tongue delved fully into his slippery asshole, the pleasure mounted. Soon, the ecstasy almost bordered pain, flooding her body with fiery relief.
"Unh...unh...unh!" Greg gasped, fucking more of his cum against the warm flesh of her stomach. "Damn, baby...I knew you'd be good like this . . . "
At last, Sherrie gave a throaty moan and collapsed, her eyes becoming glazed with satisfaction. Her chest was heaving violently, causing her tits to slip around his balls and the base of his prick.
A few moments later, Greg pulled away and yanked the gun barrel out of her cunt. He turned to face her and grabbed her by the hair of the head.
"Now, lick it off," he ordered, pushing her head down to her stomach. "Rub my cum all over your big tits and eat it off."
Dazed, Sherrie did as she was told. She dabbed the silvery cum with her fingertips and rubbed the slippery jism over her tits. She pushed her tits upward and bit around the rubbery, coral-colored nipples. Noisily, she gulped the cooling cum into her mouth and ate it.
When she was finished, and he let her lie back down, she closed her eyes, feeling empty. If he would only let me go to sleep now, she prayed, and then I can wake up and find that this has been a terrible nightmare.
"On your knees, whore!" Greg said. "Now you're gonna crawl. Crawl and beg for cock."
Sherrie was so exhausted she could barely move. Somehow, she gathered her last ounce of strength and struggled to her knees in front of him. But when she reached out to touch his hips, Greg took a step backward.
"Crawl, whore!" he laughed. "I want to see you fucking crawl and beg."
"You bastard," she said, unable to control her anger. "You . . . "
"Hey, no more of the fucking tease bullshit," Greg said, his voice cruel. "I saw the way your little pussy went crazy when you were munching on my ass. You loved every fucking minute of it, and you know it."
"Only because I was thinking of my husband, and not you," Sherrie spat. "When I thought about you, all I wanted to do was vomit!"
"Is that a fact?" Greg said, giving her a hard look. "And just where is this husband of yours?"
"He's...dead," Sherrie said softly, wondering if the man would feel any sort of pity.
"You fuck him to death?" Greg laughed.
"He was killed in a car wreck, you sonofabitch!" Sherrie said, angry that he would make fun of Bill like that.
"Where's he buried?" Greg asked.
"Rosedale," Sherrie answered, giving him a questioning glance. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason," Greg said, giving her a strange smile. "Well, now let's get back to what we were doing, baby. Let's see some begging and crawling."
All this talk about her dead husband made Sherrie feel even more degraded, humiliated. Still, the memory of the pain Greg had inflicted made her face reality. He was a crazed animal and might do anything to her.
She began crawling, reaching out for his half-hard cock.
"Let me suck you," she said, mouthing the words. "Please...I want to eat your big cock."
As she crawled toward him, he inched backward, just out of reach. Finally, his ass nudged the wall and he spread his legs.
"Okay, it's all yours," Greg smiled.
Sherrie grasped the half-hard shaft of his cock and lifted the tip of it to her lips. Slowly, she opened her mouth and pursed her lips around the rubbery sheath of foreskin. The taste of cum was so strong it almost took her breath away.
"All the way down, baby," Greg said, placing his hands behind her head. He thrust his hips forward, fucking the entire length of his prickshaft over her tongue. "Ah, yes, sweets, right down between your cocksucking lungs."
Sherrie wondered if she would ever get used to his enormous prick. It seemed as if each time he assaulted her, his cock got bigger.
A few seconds later, his cock was rigid, pulsating like some evil snake. She pulled her head back, just keeping the end of his cock-shaft in her mouth, then flicked her tongue around the rubbery surface.
"Like it?" Greg asked, looking down, his eyes glazed with pleasure. "Bet you love the shit out of sucking big cock, don't you?"
Sherrie did love sucking cock-but not his cock. She was certain of that.
A sudden memory of Bill and her together made her relax. There were so many times she would wake up early in the morning and crawl between his legs. She would then munch on his prick until it was rock-hard. After that, she would glide her lips up and down his meaty cockshaft until he blew his load into her sucking mouth.
What a way to start the day, she thought each time. Sometimes, the taste of his prick would remain with her all day long, and by the time he came home from work she was in a frenzy of excitement.
She had loved sucking Bill's cock!
But not this one. This bastard, forcing his way in here, making her do vile things, treating her like a piece of meat.
Piece of meat . . .
Greg's cock was warm and juicy, totally filling her throat. And each time the gigantic cockhead slipped over her lapping tongue, she became more aware of just how big his cock was. And, in spite of her feelings of humiliation, she was beginning to find it easier and easier to pretend she liked sucking his prick.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, burying her nose in his light-brown crotch hairs. Her chin separated his balls and she could already feel a fresh load of cum vibrating like a hive of angry bees. She gave out another moan and grabbed his hips, pulling him fully against her face.
"You're doing just fine, cocksucker," Greg said, pumping his ass back and forth. "I think we just might stay here for a long time. Just hope your cocksucking throat holds out."
While Sherrie gobbled up and down his rigid cock, she became aware of movement to one side. She looked over and saw that the other two men had opened the door and were watching, their eyes wide with fuck-lust.
I guess it won't be long before I'll be doing this terrible thing to them too, she thought. Having to suck them all off, one after the other . . .
"Mmmmmm," she murmured again, feeling her body tingle with excitement. She wanted to fight the sensations that made her cunt bubble, but she couldn't. "Ohhhh...cock!"
"You...ready?" Greg said suddenly. "Huh, baby? I've got some hot cum ready...for you to...oh, yes, suck . . . "
Sherrie no longer cared about the humiliation, the degradation. Nothing seemed to matter but the sweet taste of the man's prick, how the seeping fuck juices from his cum-hole etched the back of her throat like acid.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmm," she said, clutching at his hairy ass. She gulped fully to the furry base of his prick. "Mmmmmm-hmmmmm!"
As the second moan escaped her lips, she felt Greg's cockhead expand, then burst with lava-like fuck juices. As his cum swept over her tonsils, then boiled into her throat, the heat seemed to burst downward, inflaming her cunt. She squeezed her knees together and felt her climax intensify.
"Aaaghhhhh," she spluttered, her fuck-pleasures peaking as the bulk of Greg's cum shot into her mouth.
"Would you fucking look at that?" Mark said, taking a step inside the room. "Eats on that prick like a fucking bird!"
"Yeah," Barney said, coming into the room.
"Suck...cunt," Greg said, oblivious to everything except the way Sherrie's mouth felt, sucking on his exploding cock. "Eat every drop, baby...all of it."
While he fucked his hips back and forth, Sherrie gulped and sucked for all she was worth. And in a way, she was glad that he'd blown his load so many times before. This way, she wouldn't miss a single, silvery drop.
She gave out another choking groan, sucking out the last few drops of jism. And as his cock throbbed in her throat, she felt one climax after another tear into her pussy.
"Okay, bitch, that's enough," Greg said, trying to push her away. "All gone."
Sherrie resisted, holding her face tighter against his crotch.
"I said enough," Greg said, bringing his knee up. He knocked her to the floor, then began laughing. "This is one fucked-up lady," he said to his friends.
Sherrie looked up at their grinning faces and felt so ashamed she could die. What had come over her? To actually be kicked away!
"My turn," Mark said, tugging at his clothes. "I love a lady who digs cock." After he'd thrown his shirt to the floor, he noticed the gun. "Hey, what's that?"
"The bitch tried to blow me away," Greg said.
"Oh, that wasn't nice at all," Mark said, looking down at Sherrie with a strange glint in his eyes. "You're gonna have to be punished for that."
"Hey, leave her in one piece," Greg said to Mark. "Remember what happened the last time."
"Don't worry," Mark said. "I'll be good . . .oh, yeah, so fucking good . . . "
Sherrie felt a shiver of fear race up and down her spine. What were they talking about?
"Yeah, leave some for me," Barney said, looking down at Sherrie's crouched form.
After Barney and Greg had gone, closing the door behind them, Mark pulled Sherrie to her feet then threw her onto the bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked at him with a terrified expression.
"What are you going to do?" she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you," Mark said, giving her a shark-like smile.
The way he had said the word, fuck, was almost as if he had said something too horrible to think about.
Sherrie was about to find out exactly how horrible it was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sherrie tasted fear in the back of her mouth as Mark crushed his body down on hers, kicking her legs wide apart with his knees. She knew she was about to be fucked, but something in his eyes made her feel as if she were standing in front of a firing squad.
"Gonna doggy-fuck you, baby," Mark said, easing his cock into her cunt. "But first...gonna get us both a little warmed up."
Sherrie closed her eyes, but still she could see his brutal form, the satanic expression on his handsome face. He was a little taller than Greg, his body completely covering hers. His hair was blue-black, the same color as his eyes. A thick mat of hair covered most of his muscular frame, scratching her delicate flesh.
She would simply have to lie there and let him fuck her already brutalized cunt. Now, she didn't even have the faint hope of the gun. Greg had taken it with him.
"Mmmmm, nice pussy," Mark said, biting down on her mouth as he fucked his cock fully inside her cunt. "Just hope it can hold out."
Sherrie's body tensed with his words. Again, it wasn't so much what he said, but the way he said it.
"Don't hurt me," she said, turning her face away from his and squinting her eyes closed. "The other one-Greg-has already fucked me until I'm sore."
"Baby, you don't know what sore is," Mark laughed. He lifted his body and grabbed her left leg. He then pulled it between them, rolling her to her stomach. "I'll show you what sore is...right now." He began crushing his body down hard.
Beneath his hulking frame, and in this fucking position, Sherrie was acutely aware of the huge size of his cock. His prick wasn't as long as Greg's, but it was twice as thick, almost as big around as her wrist. If his cock had been one tiny fraction of an inch bigger, she thought, her pussy would have ripped open.
Suddenly, the hard pressure melted from her body as he lifted himself off her body. She heard his cock flop from her greasy cunt opening and slap against his hairy stomach.
Could it be possible he was going to stop?
No, something told her, he was just getting ready for something terrible. She flinched when she heard the ripping sound of cloth. Quickly, she looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing.
"Don't want you getting away," Mark said, tearing a sheet into shreds. "I've got to use both my hands, baby."
"Get away? Both hands?" Sherrie gasped, fear clutching at her throat like a clawing hand.
Before she could fully react, Mark grabbed her right hand and tied the end of one length of torn cloth around her wrist. He attached the other end of the cloth to the corner of the bed-frame.
"Gonna tie you up like a pig!" Mark laughed, moving around to the other side of the bed and grabbing her other hand.
After he had bound her hands, he jerked her legs apart and tied her feet to the bottom of the bed frame. He stood back and looked at her writhing body, a sadistic grin on his face.
"Now don't you look pretty?" he said, kneeling between her outstretched legs. "I could just do anything I wanted and you couldn't do a mother-fucking thing."
Sherrie began screaming, her mind filling with raw terror. Why hadn't she fought him? Instead, she had been like a lamb...ready for the slaughter.
"Hey, bitch, what's your problem?" Mark said, his voice suddenly cruel. "Don't tell me you don't want my cock. I saw the way you were sucking off Greg."
"No...I don't want it," Sherrie said, then she screamed again. "Please...untie me. Don't hurt me."
"Gonna have to shut that fucking mouth up," Mark said, reaching for one of his dirty socks. He stuffed it into her open mouth, then jammed her face against the pillow, muffling her shrieks. "There...now scream all you fucking want, whore! Shit, you'll be screaming plenty later."
Sherrie felt his body crush down on hers, then a hard pressure in the crack of her ass. At the same time, she felt his monstrous cock fuck into her pussy.
But what was it in her ass?
"Gonna ram my fist up your shitter and fuck the hell out of you," Mark said, as if reading her mind.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" Sherrie yelled, tasting the acrid flavor of the dirty sock. She shook her head back and forth, tore at her palms with her nails.
"Hey, just relax, sweetheart," Mark cooed, squeezing his fingertips into her asshole. "It's gonna be like two cocks. And whores like you just love the fuck out of two cocks, don't you?"
He was wrong. It wasn't like a cock. It was like a cattle prod, or a baseball bat up her ass.
"God!" she screamed out in anguish, spitting the sock from her mouth, throwing her head back. "It's killing me, you bastard!"
Before she could say anything else, her words became screams of pain. While he fucked his cock in and out of her swollen cunt, he forced his entire fist inside her asshole. When her constricted ass-ring sucked around his wrist, she felt a hard flood of pain as he slapped her ass with his other hand.
He was going to beat her, fuck her and ream out her asshole with his fist-all at the same time!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! I'll never live through this, she thought. I'll die like this . . .
"Bad girl," Mark said, slapping her ass again. "And I just love fucking bad girls."
Sherrie thought this was even worse than the humiliation she had had to suffer from Greg. And the pain . . .
Never before had she even dreamed her body could be so bathed in tortured anguish. And when she was certain she could no longer bear it, another flood of agony swept into her body.
"Hurts...killing me!" she panted, feeling sweat drip from her forehead and ooze down to her cheeks. "I...I can't take it...any...more . . . "
"Oh, yes you will, cunt," Mark said, squirming his fist around in her asshole. "You'll take a lot more...God, I love doing this . . . "
Something inside Sherrie's mind seemed to snap. Suddenly, her body went limp and the room turned dark, started to spin. Instantly, the throbbing agony melted, making it seem as if what was happening was a dream. The man's grunting voice against the back of her neck seemed to be coming from far away.
"Like it?" the deep voice seemed to echo inside her brain. "You like a fist and cock fucking you at the same time, baby?"
Sherrie tried to imagine what it must look like-having a thick, meaty cock fucking in and out of her cunt, while the man twisted his fist around in her ass. And while he fist-fucked her, he was steadily beating her with his other hand.
Odd, she thought, that there wasn't even pain when he hit her now. Nothing but...Pleasure?
No, just relief from the horrible pressure. That was all. Certainly a woman couldn't experience anything near pleasure with this
"Yes, I like it," she heard herself say. "Fuck me...fuck me hard, you bastard...fuck me with both cocks!"
"My fist feel like a prick?" Mark grinned.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Sherrie said, suddenly feeling warm all over. "So big and hard."
Her body flinched with disgust when she finally realized what she was saying.
"Work with me," Mark said. "Come on...let's fuck like a couple of cats, baby."
Again, Sherrie seemed to lose control of her emotions. She began lifting and lowering her ass, gently contracting both her cunt and ass canals. Within a matter of seconds, all the pain was gone, replaced with growing, demanding pleasure.
Even when he hit her, it was nice.
"Oh...spank me!" she gasped, rocking her body back and forth. "Mmmmm, fuck me and hit me and...make it hurt...God, I want it to hurt so bad...so good . . . "
Mark slapped her ass again, then slipped his free hand under her body. While he tugged at her crushed tits, he began fucking in and out of her cunt and shitter with his cock and fist like a crazed animal. Soon, the room echoed with the smacking sounds of their fucking.
"Take it, you cum-sucking slut!" Mark grunted, every muscle in his body tightening. "All the fucking way in and...and fuck on me, whore . . . "
Sherrie pulled at the bonds at her wrists and ankles, but this time it wasn't to free herself so she could escape. Instead, she wanted to reach behind herself, grab that hairy, pumping ass, crush him harder to her writhing body. She wanted to wrap her legs around his furry, muscular legs.
"God...fuck me full of hot cum!" she cried out, feeling shameless, wanton. "I...I don't care what you do...do anything...everything . . .just fuck me!"
As she said the last few words, her insides turned into a caldron of ecstasy. She began writhing and bouncing wildly, sucking on both his cock and fist as if trying to pull his entire body inside hers.
"Shit...baby, I can't hold back much longer," Mark said, flinching suddenly. "My fucking balls are on fire...your little pussy is just too good."
"Do it!" Sherrie begged, throwing her head back, then turning to face him. She chewed at his lips, sucked his tongue inside her mouth. "Goddamn you, you mother-fucking bull, I...I want gallons of hot cum to fuck on...fuck me to pieces...now...now...unhhhhhhh!"
As her orgasm flooded her pussy with warmth, she felt his rock-hard cock pulsate with savage intensity. An instant later, the first of his thick, molten wads of jism burst into her cunt. The cum was like acid, eating into her quivering pussy membranes.
"Unhhhh...fucking screw on it, slut!" Mark gasped, crushing his full weight down between her legs. "Take all of it...fuck me, whore."
Sherrie couldn't believe the power of her climax. The sensations seemed to dance back and forth between her two fuck-holes, tying her guts into knots. And each time she thought it had to be over, another thundering explosion of pure ecstasy would leave her screaming.
"FUCK!" she yelled, experiencing one last spasm of climax that seemed to turn her body and mind to jelly.
"Keep fucking, bitch," Mark ordered, fucking in more of his cum. "Don't play out on me now . . , . shake that sweet ass."
With her last ounce of strength, Sherrie fucked her ass up and down, squeezed her cunt muscles firmly around his bursting cockshaft. Finally, she felt the last glob of cum splash from his cockhead and melt into her pussy guts. She went limp, gasping into the pillow.
"Wow! I've never had such a fucking in my life," Mark said a couple of moments later. "Shit, baby, you and I are gonna have so much fun!"
With the subsiding sensations of pleasure now barely a throb, Sherrie came back to reality. She felt dirty, used. Most of all, she felt such loathing for herself she wanted to cry.
Actually to have begged for fist-fucking!
Well, it had been different, she thought. Nothing like what she and Bill had done. Not really like sex at all, but an act of violence. They had been exactly like two cats on a fence. There was no love, no affection, no caring . . .
Well, what did she expect? After all, she had been raped. How could she expect tenderness from these animals?
"That was pretty nice to blow out the old tubes," Mark said, pulling both his fist and cock from her fuck-holes. "Now for a slow, easy blow-job."
Sherrie was so filled with shame she couldn't even look at him when he got off the bed and stood beside her. She knew if she did, there would be a smile of victory on his smug face. And as she thought about how she had yelled for him to fuck her-hurt her-she felt like being sick.
"Just crawl in here," Mark said, slipping his crotch under her face, "and give me a sweet suck-job. Okay?"
Oh, well, why not? Christ, I've been made to do everything else, Sherrie thought.
Resigned, she opened her mouth and clamped her lips around his cum-splattered cockhead when he positioned himself in front of her. She sucked to the hairy base of his prick and nestled her nose in the wiry growth of crotch hair.
"Ah, that's it," Mark said, placing his hands behind her head, pushing her face down hard. "All the way in...see if you can get my balls in your mouth, too."
Was he serious? Christ, she could barely take all that prickshaft!
Oddly enough, just thinking about it made her insides tingle with pleasure. What if it were possible? Mmmmm, to have two hairy balls in her cheeks, while his monster prick pulsated deeply in the back of her throat.
"Want to try?" Mark said. "I'll help you."
He slipped his hands around her head and nudged his balls with his fingers. He managed to get about half of each of them between her lips, but that was all. Still, it felt fantastic, plugging her mouth up like this.
"Don't think they'll fit," he said. "Unless maybe I get my balls slicked up a little."
His hands moved down her body, then under, where her cunt opening was covered with cum. He gathered a thick residue of jism, then smeared it over both his balls. As he did, Sherrie lapped the tip of her tongue out.
"Mmmmmmm," Sherrie gurgled, feeling the back of her throat burn with an almost frightening hunger.
"Hey, it's gonna work," Mark said, watching his balls slide into her mouth. "Fucking...shit," he grunted, feeling her lips tighten around his hairy balls and his cock.
Sherrie wouldn't have believed it if anyone had told her what she was doing was possible. Sucking balls and cock at the same time! And even though it almost blocked off her air, she didn't mind.
"Now...suck, bitch!" Mark said, beginning to slowly gyrate his hips as he held her head down. "Eat my prick right down to your cum-loving stomach."
With each hungry suck, she felt her throat constrict. In a few moments, the spasms seemed to sweep downward, infect her guts. Her cunt was now churning with desire, just like her mouth.
"Aaaaghhhh," she gurgled, pumping her ass up and down with greater speed.
"Oh, shit, baby," Mark said, rolling his head around, "I...I thought we could make this a slow one, but it's too fucking good...gonna blow your cocksucking mouth wide open in a couple of seconds!"
His words made Sherrie shiver with expectation. In a few moments, she would taste the heady flavor of his jism. Cum would splash around his probing cockshaft, melt into the hairs that covered his throbbing balls. And with no way to get out, his cum would be completely trapped inside her throat.
Churning, gurgling, bubbling . . .
Suddenly, her body froze with a convulsion of pure ecstasy. She jerked upward so hard the bonds at her wrists and ankles tightened, sending jolts of electric-like pain up and down her arms and legs. Still, this was good. The agony only made the pleasure more intense.
"Suck, bitch...goddamn you...suck my cock fucking dry," Mark gasped. Every muscle in his body flexed as his balls throbbed with life, became rock hard. "Gonna...shit...I...I'm...unhhhhhhh!"
When his prick exploded with creamy warmth, Sherrie's pussy burst with an orgasm so powerful she thought it would take the top of her head off. She began bucking and writhing as if she were on fire, experiencing one climax after another. Soon, her entire body was shaking with delicious pleasure.
"Mmmmmmfffffff," she gurgled, sucking air and cum into her throat.
"Eat it, whore," Mark said, pumping his ass up and down quickly. As her nose ground into his crotch hairs, he felt warm fuck juices seep from her nostrils. "All of it...every fucking drop, shit!"
Sherrie didn't know how she did it, but she somehow managed to eat down every bit of his cum. And even after he'd blown all his load, she kept licking and chewing as if his cock was the last cock on earth. She pulled her mouth up, letting his balls flop to the insides of his thighs, and ran her teeth around the loose sheath of foreskin around his cockhead. A last drop of cum oozed from the tip of his prick-shaft and spread over her tongue.
"Wow! You really love a big cock, don't you?" Mark chuckled. He watched her nibble on the end of his cockshaft, felt her warm tongue lap under his cockhead. "Well, I love the way you suck cock. Don't stop for a long time."
Sherrie thought about what he had said. Yes, she did love cock. She loved Bill's cock. And, given the right conditions, she might even love this man's big prick. But to be forced to suck his prick, to be humiliated . . .
It was as if she were being punished. But punished for what? Being unfaithful to the memory of a dead husband?
A flood of pain swept into her mind suddenly. And it was at this moment that she finally reconciled herself to the fact that she no longer had a husband. Bill was dead, and he wasn't going to pop out of some closet and save her.
She was alone in the world. Alone, except for these three animals.
"Hey, don't stop," Mark said, pressing his hands down on the back of her head and lifting his hips. "It was just feeling good, baby."
Sherrie opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked his prick into the back of her throat. Soon, she knew, she would be eating down more of his cum. And then she would be fucked by that other man-her third cock in one night.
Oddly enough, she began looking forward to more fucking. She started sucking on Mark's cock with an urgency that was almost desperate.
"Nice, baby," Mark said, watching her lips slide up and down his thick cockshaft. "Oh, yes...nice!"
CHAPTER FIVE
After Mark had blown his thick wads of cum into Sherrie's throat again, he pulled away and gave her ass a slap.
"Don't go anyplace," he chuckled, making for the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes, and we can start round two."
Alone, Sherrie had time to think about what had happened. Even now it didn't seem real. Just a few hours before, she had been driving down the street, debating whether or not to enter the bar.
And now, she had been violated...how many times? How many times had those cocks been fucked in and out of her? It seemed like a thousand, from the way her pussy throbbed with pain.
And Greg had threatened to fuck her for days. What would she feel like after so much fucking? Would she ever be able to walk right again?
One cock after the other . . .
She jerked her head around suddenly when she heard the door open. The sound of rattling chains startled her . . .
"What are you going to do...with that?" she gulped, her eyes widening with cold fear.
"This?" Barney laughed, holding up a long length of chain. The links of metal clinked together. "I don't know yet. You got any ideas?"
"You could shove it up your . . . " Sherrie began feeling a flash of anger, then stopped, feeling condemned by her own words.
"Sounds like a winner," Barney laughed, closing the door. "Except it won't be my ass, sweetheart!"
"Oh, no!" Sherrie said, burrowing her face in the pillow. Just when she'd resigned herself to being fucked, forced to suck their cocks, this monster was going to inflict a new horror.
"Oh...God, no!"
"Ever had it this way?" Barney grinned, moving toward the bed. "A chain up your ass?"
"It's going to kill me," Sherrie groaned, feeling tears sting her cheeks. "Please, God, don't...don't . . . "
"Hey, now, it's gonna be fun," Barney laughed, kneeling down on the bed between her outstretched legs. "I'll fuck you real good while I stuff this chain up your ass." He moved the end of the cold chain back and forth over her ass cheeks. "And when I pop my nuts, I'll start you up like a lawn mower!"
Sherrie went limp, thinking this would be, perhaps, the end. And she had no doubt at all about his threat. He was going to do it, no matter how she begged.
A chain up her ass!
"No, no, no," she moaned, squinting her eyes closed with pure, raw shame.
Barney thrust his hand beneath her body and jabbed his fingertips into her cum-soaked cunt. With his other hand, he spread her ass cheeks, revealing the tiny, puckered hole of her shitter.
"Jesus! Your asshole's pretty small," he said. "I just hope you can take it."
"I can't take it...I know I can't!" Sherrie gasped, turning her head. "Please . . .just fuck me...don't do anything else."
As she spoke, she let her eyes wander over his body. He, too, was muscular and hairy. He had the gentlest expression of the three men. Lust burned in his golden-brown eyes, however. She felt the marrow in her bones freeze with terror.
"No...no," she gasped again, her eyes locking on his throbbing cock.
Barney draped the chain around her waist, then spread her legs a little wider. He humped under her as he lifted her hips with both hands. He then fucked his swollen cock deeply into her cunt, thrusting upward with full force.
Sherrie screamed out until her throat was raw. It wasn't just the size of his cock that filled her with pain, but the thought of what else he was going to do. Just thinking about that horrible chain jamming into her asshole made her insides constrict.
"Damn...your pussy is so fucking tight...like a hot virgin, baby," Barney said, fucking in and out of her cunt rhythmically. "You'd better loosen up a little or I'll tear you apart."
Sherrie knew what he said was true. Still, how could she relax, knowing what was about to take place?
Barney leaned over her body and slipped his hands under her upper body, pulling at her firm tits. He then kissed the back of her neck, leaving a trail of spit as he nibbled toward her side.
"Just go with it, baby," he murmured, licking at her pink nipple. "We're both gonna fucking like it."
Well, this part she did like, Sherrie thought. His mouth was so warm against her tit. And his cock totally filled her pussy. She felt her in-sides relax slightly.
"Just fuck me...like this," she begged. "Not the chain. Please?"
Barney's mouth grinned around her tit in answer, filling Sherrie's mind with fear. There was nothing-absolutely nothing-she could say or do to stop this madness.
She would be fucked, reamed out with a chain . . .
A few second later, however, the pleasure his cock was giving her cunt blocked out the fear of the chain. She began squirming around, sucking on his cockshaft with her cunt muscles.
"Oh, you like this, don't you?" Barney gurgled, nipping her tit with his sharp teeth. "Mmmmm, I'll bet you can get hot as a fucking firecracker."
Sherrie turned slightly, giving him more room to suck her tit. When she did, she felt her cunt tremble, ooze with warm fuck juices, causing his cock to smack loudly as it fucked in and out of her swampy cunt.
"Fuck me," she gasped, almost choking on the words. "God...fuck me hard...fuck me all over . . . "
"Mmmmm, much better," Barney whispered, his breath warm against her tit. "I knew if you gave it a chance you'd like it."
Sherrie felt his right hand move down her body. His fingers gently probed at her ass crack, then slipped inside. She felt a momentary spasm of pain as her asshole stretched, but the agony soon gave way to pleasure. It was like having two cocks inside her.
The idea of the chain was beginning to sound pretty good. After all, it wasn't that thick, not nearly as big around as his cock. And if she relaxed . . .
"Go ahead," she gasped. "Fuck me with the chain, too."
My God, what did I say! She felt new waves of humiliation sweep into her mind. Had she actually asked for chain-fucking?
"Okay, you dirty little whore," Barney chuckled. "You're gonna get a fucking to write home to Mama about."
His words made Sherrie flinch. Christ, what would her mother think if she could see her now? She would drop dead in her tracks. To hear her daughter beg for a strange man to fuck her ass with a chain!
And then a sudden memory hit her. Her mother was supposed to come over tomorrow! Would she walk in and find her daughter tied up, being fucked by one of these monsters?
She would have to escape before then, because that would be the ultimate humiliation. And if she didn't, she could imagine what they might do to her mother!
She could almost see them holding her mother down, forcing her to watch them violate her daughter. Her body tightened again in anguish.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Barney asked, feeling her pussy clamp hard around his cock. "Thought you wanted to get a chain-fucking."
"Promise me you'll leave...tonight," Sherrie begged. "I...I'll do anything, just leave when you're finished. Okay?"
"I'll have to talk to Greg," Barney said. "After all, you're his girl, not mine."
"His girl!" Sherrie spat. "I...I don't even know him."
Before she could say anything else, she felt the cold metal of the chain against the crack of her ass. Suddenly, all thoughts of her mother evaporated. She would have to force herself to relax or it would kill her. She exhaled loudly, waited for the hot spasm of pain.
"We'll take it nice and slow," Barney said, pushing in the first link of chain.
"Ouch...hurts!" Sherrie cried out. Instead of relaxing, her ass-guts constricted even harder. The metal of the chain seemed to biting at her ass like the teeth of a small animal. "Take it out...please...don't!"
"Baby, you sure blow hot and cold," Barney said, contempt in his voice. "Well, I don't have time for your fucking around...take it!"
With that, he fucked his cock savagely into her cunt and jammed in about three or four links of chain. He gave her a couple of seconds, then drove in two more links.
"God!" Sherrie screamed out, feeling sweat pop out on her forehead and upper lip.
It had to be the oddest sensation she could imagine. His cock was so wonderful, filling her pussy with delicious spasms of pleasure. But her shitter! It was on fire!
"Come on, bitch, relax a little," Barney said, a sadistic chuckle in his voice. "Go with it, and chain-fucking ain't half bad."
His statement almost made Sherrie laugh. Christ, how would he like it to have a chain up his ass? She felt a momentary flash of anger, wishing she could have the opportunity to do exactly that to him.
Something told her, however, that she had better concentrate on relaxing, or the chain-fucking would kill her. She exhaled loudly and forced the tightness out of her ass muscles. A couple of seconds later, some of the pain ebbed.
Sherrie began fucking with him, trying desperately to do anything that would get this horror over. Each time he fucked forward, she wiggled her ass, sucked his cock deeply into her cunt with hard contractions.
Then, suddenly, something seemed to snap inside her mind. She felt a wave of pleasure that was almost shocking, as if tiny fingers were working around in her ass. She stopped all movement for a couple of seconds, then began squirming around, wondering if she had imagined it.
No, she hadn't. The pleasure began building, spreading through her ass-guts with delicious warmth. And after a few intense moments of hard fucking, her ass seemed to melt, to become part of her cunt.
"Oh...yes!" she murmured into the pillow. "This is the way it should be...nice and...faster...fuck me faster, you bastard!"
"Shit, I knew you'd like being chain-fucked," Barney laughed. "Now, baby, lets really get after it."
With that, he began fucking wildly in and out of her cunt. And with each fifth or sixth fuck-stroke of his prick, he fucked another link of chain up her ass.
"Stuff it all the way up my ass," Sherrie heard herself say, causing her face to flush with shame. The pleasure, however, seemed to make the degradation worth it. She felt a growing storm of ecstasy in her cunt, ready to explode. "Faster...you mother-fucking prick...can't you fuck me any faster? Harder!"
Barney tore into her cunt for all he was worth. Soon, the room was echoing with the hard, smacking sounds of their hot fucking. The chain clanked noisily between them.
"Take it, you chain-fucking slut!" Barney cried out, his body burning with passion. "I...I...Unhhhhh...fuck on it, whore!"
When Sherrie felt his cock explode with the creamy globs of cum, her own climax tore into her cunt like a biting mouth. And when her orgasm peaked, sending ripples of savage ecstasy into her every corner of her being, another sensation thundered into her ass-guts that almost blew the top of her head off.
"Unhhhhh!" Barney yelled, ripping the chain from her asshole with one pull.
Sherrie thought the universe had exploded when she felt the links jerk from her ass. It was painful-almost unbearably so-but the pleasure that followed was so delicious, so intense, she cherished the agony.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked, thrashing about as if her guts were on fire. "Fuck! Fuck Meeeeeee!"
"Unhh...fuck it up...here," Barney gasped, fucking more molten globs of jism up her pussy. "Here...bitch...fuck it...to your cocksucking brains...Unhhhh...here!"
Each thick wad of cum gave Sherrie more pleasure. It was as if she were caught up in some wild, milky whirlwind, being slapped back and forth, every cell in her body exploding with release.
At last, she went limp, hardly able to breathe. And even though she was like a rag doll beneath him, Barney continued to fuck his cock unmercifully into her pussy, emptying his balls of the last of his cum. When his final gush of cum had seeped into her cunt, he fell forward, squirming his ass around.
"Goddamn, baby," he panted, kissing the back of her neck, "you are one fucking lay, let me tell you that!"
As Sherrie lay beneath him, she felt her shame return. It was almost as if it hadn't even been her screaming out in ecstasy, but someone else. Some dirty, filthy whore. Whore . . .
Is that what I am? she asked herself. Willing to bear this horror gladly? She could no longer lie to herself. It had happened. She had had the best climax ever.
Would the memory of that brief pleasure, however, justify the humiliation she would suffer the rest of her life? For now, she would be too filled with shame even to go to the police if she could escape.
What would she tell them? That she'd been raped over and over, with a fist, a chain, one cock after the other?
And that she had loved it . . .
"No...no," she whispered softly. "I...I didn't . . . "
"Mmmmm, you say something?" Barney murmured, licking the tip of his tongue into the softness of her hair.
"Just...just that I want to suck your cock now," Sherrie said, thinking quickly. "Untie me and I'll . . . "
"Sure thing," Barney said, obviously satisfied that she wouldn't try to escape. Hell, she probably couldn't even walk. "Just let me lay here for a few more seconds."
While he squirmed his ass around, letting his stiff cock fuck out the wads of cum in her cunt, Sherrie turned her head slowly, looked about the room for some sort of weapon. If she could at least startle him, get the lead, she could make for the window and escape this madness.
"Okay, baby, wrap those lips around my prick and we'll got at it again," Barney said, rolling away from her body.
After he untied her, Sherrie rubbed her wrists to get the circulation going. Then she knelt between his outstretched legs and gulped down on his prick. As her lips slipped to the thick, meaty base of his cock, she could taste both his cum and her own pussy juice. The flavor made the back of her throat tingle.
"Mmmmm, sweet cock," she whispered, lapping around his loose foreskin. "I'm going to love sucking you dry."
"Hey, let's go at it real slow," Barney said. "Let me go get a beer, and then I'll come back and we can fuck the rest of the night."
Sherrie was stunned with his words. Would it be so easy? Would he just leave her there, unattended?
"Mmmmm, you do that," she said sleepily, falling to her side and curling up in a ball. "I'll just rest a little."
Through half-closed eyes she saw him get off the bed and move toward the door. Each step he took made her heart beat faster. Then, when he left the room, she bounded off the bed, stumbling as she practically dove toward the window. Until now, she didn't realize just how weak she was.
Still, now was her chance. She yanked the window up just enough to crawl through and peered into the darkness. Before she made her escape, however, she heard Greg's thundering voice.
"You did what! You stupid prick!" Greg yelled out.
"Hey, man, she ain't going nowhere," Barney said defensively. "Hell, she can barely move after what I did to her."
Sherrie fell to the ground and shot a hunted look around, her heart in her throat. She got to her feet and raced toward the woods, hoping against hope that she would make it.
A few seconds later, as the woods engulfed her, she felt a pair of hands around her neck.
"Baby, you just don't learn, do you?" Greg's rough, panting voice said in her ear.
"Please...let me go," Sherrie said, going limp, realizing it was useless to go on struggling.
As he pulled her back into the clearing at the back of the house, Sherrie wondered what new torture he had dreamed up. At any rate, it couldn't possibly be any worse than what she had already stuffed.
She had reached the limit of degradation.
"Where...where are we going?" Sherrie asked when he pushed her toward the car.
"You wanted to get out for a little while, so we're gonna do exactly that," Greg said. He shouted toward the house: "Let's get the fuck out of here!"
This is ludicrous, Sherrie thought. Driving down the road with three naked men at three in the morning! And where could they possibly be taking her?
"Where are we going?" she asked again, feeling a shiver of horror.
"Rosedale," Greg smiled. "To see your old man."
"Rosedale?" Sherrie gasped, wondering what he was talking about. "Where my husband is buried?"
"Yeah," Greg laughed.
"Why?" Sherrie spluttered, swallowing hard.
"Oh, I thought I'd fuck the shit out of you on your old man's grave," Greg laughed.
His words burst inside Sherrie's mind like gunshots, filling her with pure hatred. She lunged at his throat with her nails and drew blood.
"You bastard! I won't let you! I'll die first!" she screamed, clawing savagely.
"Get this bitch off me!" Greg yelled to Mark and Barney, who were in the back seat.
Sherrie was unceremoniously jerked into the back, and before she could react, the chain that Barney had fucked her ass with was wrapped around her wrists.
"You bastards!" Sherrie shrieked, thrashing about wildly.
Her words were cut off suddenly, when Barney slammed her face down into his crotch. The man's cock fucked into the back of her throat. At the same time, Mark yanked her legs open and drove his cock into her pussy.
Before the cockheads had penetrated her fully, Sherrie felt darkness surround her like a cold, damp blanket.
CHAPTER SIX
The soft wind swept Sherrie's hair over her face as her eyes fluttered open. Completely disoriented, she felt she must still be dreaming. It was part of that terrible nightmare.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, feeling a sharp spasm of pain at her wrists.
She tried to pull her hands down from above her head, but they seemed to be held by something metallic. Damp grass was beneath her, and something hard and smooth was behind her head. She shook the hair from her face and looked with growing horror into Greg's lust-filled eyes. "No!" she screamed.
"Oh, yes," Greg laughed. He then turned to his buddies and instructed them to hold her legs apart. When they did, he knelt down on the damp earth and slipped his hands under her ass. "Right...on top of your hubby, bitch!"
He grunted, shoving his rigid cock deeply into her cunt.
Sherrie tried to jerk her hands free to claw his eyes out, but she was chained to Bill's tombstone. At last, with Greg's grinding cock savagely assaulting her pussy, she went limp, weeping and moaning. r
"No...God, not here...not like this," she cried.
She couldn't imagine a greater humiliation, a more dreadful agony. To be raped, violated like this, right on her dead husband's grave. She again tugged at the chains that bound her wrists, but her efforts were only rewarded with sharp spasms of pain.
"How is it, bitch?" Greg grunted, burying his face between her ripened tits. "Am I as good a fuck as he was?"
Sherrie still found it almost impossible to comprehend what was happening. It just wasn't so! And yet it was. She could feel his hard, muscular body against hers, feel the damp earth against her ass.
The damp earth that covered Bill for eternity . . .
"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" Greg said, licking at her rose-colored nipples. "Don't you like getting fucked like this?"
"I hate it...I hate you," Sherrie choked, again wishing she were in the ground with Bill.
"Well, you'd better get in the swing of things, whore, because you're gonna fuck and suck like you never have before," Greg said, his voice as cold as the ground beneath her ass.
There was nothing Sherrie could do but lie there and take it. Both Barney and Mark were holding her legs wide, their faces grotesque with sadistic, wild-eyed grins.
They were going to fuck her, make her do all sorts of terrible things. This time, it would be the worst possible.
Right on Bill's grave!
To desecrate the dead like that. It was . . .
And then she remembered that her mother was coming to see her tomorrow. She would have to somehow warn her, keep her away from these brutes. If they would do this to the dead, only God knows what they would do to the living. Again, she would have to play along, bide for time.
She relaxed slightly, let her pussy muscles glide around his probing cock. And although she felt vomit rumble in the back of her throat, she began moaning as if she enjoyed the horror he was inflicting on her.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yes," she murmured, almost gagging at the sound of her own voice. "Fuck me...stick your cock all the way in...fuck my cunt to pieces...you bastard . . . "
"See?" Greg said, turning to face his buddies. "I told you there was no stopping this little bitch. Bet she'd fuck a dog!"
"Hey, I seen a dog sniffing around at the gate back there," Barney said. "Want me to see if I can find him?"
"Sure," Greg said.
Each word of their conversation made sense, but put together, it was like a foreign language to Sherrie. Surely they weren't serious about making her...No, they were just trying to frighten her, that was all. Please, dear God, let it be that, she thought.
"Mmmmmm, suck on my cock with your hot pussy," Greg said. "Let's see how good you can fuck, baby."
Although Sherrie's mind was riddled with cold terror and shame, she knew she had to do anything he asked. And perhaps if she pretended to enjoy it, this might be the final act of humiliation.
"Mmmmmm, I can fuck as good as you can," she said. "Just keep fucking it to me like that, stud!"
"Christ, baby, your little pussy is almost as good as your cocksucking mouth," Greg grunted, his teeth nipping at her tits. "I think I could blow my fucking load right now."
"Oh, go ahead," Sherrie groaned out, arching her back. "Mmmmm, I want all those wads of cum inside me...filling my hot little pussy up."
"Not yet," Greg said, slowing his fucking movements. "Just want to fuck like this for a long time."
Sherri winced at his words. No, that would have been too easy, she thought. If he blew his load, then let Mark have his turn at her, it would be over too soon. And it was obvious they were enjoying her degradation.
When he stopped moving altogether, she became fully aware of his meaty, throbbing cock. His prick filled her cunt totally, squeezed her pussy opening almost to the breaking point. His balls were heavy with a massive load of cum, pulsating against the in-sides of her thighs.
"Hey, man, if you're not going to fuck her, let me at her," Mark said.
"Just keep holding her legs," Greg said. "You'll get your chance."
"Well, hurry," Mark persisted. "I gotta stick this cock someplace pretty soon or...hey, let me fuck her mouth while you fuck her pussy."
When Sherrie heard her words, she flinched. They had threatened to take her together, but until now she hadn't believed them. Would Greg allow that?
"Sure," Greg said, pulling back to his knees. "You ever had two cocks at the same time, baby?"
"No," Sherrie said, her eyes wide with new terror.
"Well, you'd better get used to the idea," he laughed. "Before the night is over, you're gonna have all kinds of cock in you."
Before Sherrie could fully comprehend what was happening, her mouth was stuffed full of cock. Mark jabbed his knees into her armpits and crushed his full weight against her face. She could feel his balls against the hollow of her throat.
"Mmmmmmffffff," she gurgled, trying to pull away.
"I don't think she likes cocksucking very much," Mark said. "She's trying to spit my prick out."
"Don't let her," Greg growled. "Fuck the bitch's throat apart."
Sherrie's body was tense with agony. Thinking about getting two cocks at the same time was one thing, but to actually have it happen! Christ, their cocks were so huge, it seemed as if their cockheads met someplace in the middle of her body.
"Aaaghhhhh," she gurgled, again trying to move her mouth off Mark's cock so she could breathe.
"Suck it, cocksucker!" Mark grunted, fucking more deeply into her throat. "Let's see how you cuck cock on your old man's grave."
Oh, Bill! Sherrie thought. If you were alive...could see me now. Sucking cock and getting fucked, right on your grave!
"Come on...let's punch the fuck out of this whore," she heard Greg say as he fucked his prick brutally into her pussy.
Two cocks...two cocks . . .
Each one so different, but both so big and hard, ready to blow thick globs of cum inside her body. And what would it feel like if they shot at the same time?
A sudden shiver went up her spine. To her horror, she realized that her cunt was growing hotter, her throat was beginning to flutter.
No! Dear God, no! Please don't let it happen!
The sensation became more pronounced, causing her pussy to ooze with warm cunt juices. She could hear Greg's cock fucking in and out with noisy fuck-thrusts.
"Hey, she's getting into it," Greg said. "This little pussy is hot as shit! How's she sucking?"
"Real fine," Mark replied. "Licking it down like a goddamned baby bird."
It was true, Sherrie realized. She was sucking and chewing on the man's cock as if she was really enjoying it, and not pretending at all!
And even when she tried to force herself not to lap at his meaty shaft of cock, her cock-hunger only became greater. In a matter of seconds, her throat was as hot as her cunt.
"Mmmmmm!" she gurgled, clawing at her palms with her nails.
She gave out another muffled groan, and licked the tip of her tongue into the blue-black hairs that surrounded Mark's cock.
"Fuck it...you cum-licking slut," Greg said. "Gonna blow your little pussy fucking wide-ass open!"
"You ready to eat cum?" Mark grunted, heaving his body forward. "Come on, baby, suck me dry."
Sherrie knew she must be going insane. How could she possibly enjoy what was happening? Raped in the mouth and cunt on her husband's grave and . . .
"Mmmmmmm!" she choked, experiencing a savage spasm of pure climax.
The pleasure stormed up and down her cunt canal with such driving force she thought she would suck Greg's cock right up into her body. Her cunt lips became vise-like, completely trapping his sock inside.
"Jesus...fucking shit," Greg grunted, feeling the cum boil from his balls. "This baby is so fucking cocksucking hungry...gonna...gonna...Unhhhhhh!"
The first molten splash of Greg's cum sent Sherrie's orgasm to new heights. And when she thought it was impossible for the convulsions of ecstasy to get any better, they did. A couple of seconds later, she tasted the steam from Mark's cock, then the first glob of sweet, silvery cum as it boiled over her tonsils.
"Aaaghhh," she spluttered, sending a spray of frothy cum and spit into his dark cock hairs.
"Suck me, you fucking slut!" Mark said, fucking his ass up and down over her face as hard as he could. "Eat down every drop of my jizz and gargle it into your stomach."
Sherrie forgot all about her mother, about her husband. Nothing mattered but the savage intensity of her orgasm. And when she thought it was over, her body only responded with more wild spasms of pleasure. Soon, she began to think her climax would last forever.
"Suck...suck me dry, whore cocksucker," Mark said, fucking the bulk of his thick load of cum into the back of her throat. "Let's hear you munch on my cum."
Sherrie washed his jism around his prickshaft and then gulped eagerly, shivering with ecstasy each time a thick lump of jism swept into her stomach. And the man seemed to have an unending supply, because each time she gobbled down the bubbly fuck juice, more cum would spurt from his pulsating cockhead.
But that was only half the pleasure. Greg was hammering into her pussy like an animal, loading her cunt up with so much cum she thought her pussy guts would explode. And the way his cock fucked in and out sent jolts of electric pleasure up and down her spine.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, her mind chanted with each hard fuck-stroke of their cocks. God, fuck me like this forever...and let me eat gallons of hot cum . . .
At last, Mark fucked his final mass of milky cum into her throat, then crushed his full weight against her face. He squirmed his ass around for a few seconds, then went limp.
"Damn...can this sweet baby suck cock," Mark said, his chest heaving with satisfaction.
"Fucks all right, too," Greg said, fucking in the last of his cum into her cunt.
Sherrie lay beneath their heavy bodies for a long time, her mind dulled, devoid of all thought. In a few moments, however, she slowly came back to reality.
Had it really happened? Had she climaxed so violently that she could taste it still? And on her husband's grave?
She closed her eyes, wishing desperately she could erase all memory of this terrible evening from her mind. And she could almost see her husband's body beneath her, his staring eyes filled with accusation.
But I didn't mean for it to happen, Bill, she said to herself. I only went to the bar, had a few drinks. I didn't really mean for this to . . .
Or did I?
Very few things happen to people unless they want them to happen, her mother had said. A girl will often place herself in a position to get raped. If a woman is riding down the road in the middle of the night going for a newspaper and the car stalls, maybe she knew it might stall-hoped it would-and then she might get raped.
Had she placed herself in the same situation? God, you're talking like an idiot! she thought. What woman would actually enjoy getting fucked with two cocks? Even if the men were...attractive. And all those muscles . . .
"Suck on my prick some more," Mark said, moving around on her face. "I think if you try real hard, you can get some more cum out."
Sherrie found herself needing no encouragement at all. She began sucking and pulling eagerly on his cock, licking his prick so greedily it swelled to hardness again.
And while she chewed and sucked on his cock, she felt Greg fucking into her pussy once more. It was going to happen again.
But this time, she wasn't going to fight it.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, feeling the beginnings of pleasure in the depths of her cunt.
"That's it, whore," Mark said. "Eat right down on my big cock and suck it dry."
A few moments later, Sherrie's mouth was churning with another thick load of hot cum. She gulped his jism down without missing a single drop, and with each pulsating burst of his cockhead, she experienced a fantastic rush of ecstasy both in her throat and cunt.
"Goddamn...I think I could fuck on this sweet pussy of yours all night," Greg said, fucking in his cum-load.
When Sherrie felt his molten jism gush between her legs, she froze for a second, then began bucking and writhing with new convulsions of fuck-lust.
"Aaaaghhhhh," she gurgled, locking her mouth firmly at the hairy base of Mark's thick cockshaft.
For the next several moments, she experienced jolts of raw ecstasy, until her body went limp from exhaustion. And even then, she kept sucking and flexing her pussy muscles.
"I wonder where the fuck Barney is," she heard Greg say as he crawled from between her slippery thighs. "He's been gone a...Hey, there he is."
"Did he get the dog?" Mark asked, sitting back on Sherrie's chest and peering into the darkness.
"Sure did," Greg chuckled. He stood and looked down at Sherrie. "Hey, baby, you ready for some doggy-fucking?"
Sherrie knew he couldn't be serious. They were just trying to frighten her. Christ, no one in his right mind would actually make a dog fuck her!
Oddly enough, she wasn't frightened at all, merely disgusted with their game. She just wanted them to get it over with and let her go home.
"Found him," Barney said, looking down at the German shepherd at his side. "Big bastard, ain't he?"
"All right, you've had your fun," Sherrie said, looking at the huge dog. "Now, will you let me go?"
"Baby, I don't think you understand," Greg said, kneeling beside her. "You're gonna fuck this dog."
"No...no!" Sherrie gasped, finally realizing it wasn't just a game.
"Come here, pooch," Greg said, reaching for the dog's neck. "You like hot, lady-pussy?"
When Sherrie felt the dog's cold nose against the inside of her thigh, she began screaming.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sherrie's scream turned to a gurgle as Greg pounced down on her face and fucked his cock fully into her throat. He placed his hands behind her head and crushed her face hard between his legs, grinding the base of his cock between her teeth.
"Hey, baby, you ever had it this good before?" he said, his tone sadistic. "Eating human cock and getting fucked with dog-prick...must love the shit out of it, huh?"
Sherrie was so filled with shame and disgust his words didn't even register. It can't be happening, she thought. It just can't be!
And yet, it was. She could feel the coarse hairs of the dog, feel the lapping of his tongue against her stomach.
"Come on, boy, fuck that dog prick up her pussy!" she heard Mark say. "Goddamn, would you look at that thing! Shit it's like a snake!"
Sherrie was glad she couldn't see, because she knew if she did, she would die. How could this horror happen to her?
Being fucked by a dog!
"Suck me, whore...run that sweet tongue around on my cock," Greg demanded, crushing her face harder into his crotch.
Sherrie found it almost impossible to concentrate on his sucking prick. Nothing seemed to matter but what that horrible, dirty dog was going to do to her.
"Mmmmmmfffffff!" she screamed out, when she felt a slippery, warm sensation against her leg.
It was the dog's cock! And it was inching toward her cunt. She squirmed, twisted, pulled against the chains until her flesh mottled. Again, a scream tore from her throat when she felt the tip of the German shepherd's cock probe into her blonde cunt hairs.
"He fucking her yet?" Greg asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Yeah...going in right now," Barney laughed, down on his hands and knees, watching the thin, red dog-prick ease into Sherrie's pussy. "Goddamn...there must be two fucking feet of cock there!"
Sherrie thought her mind would explode when she felt the hard, slightly curved dog-cock enter her cunt. It wasn't all that painful-his cock wasn't as big around as the men's cocks-but it was terribly long. When the dog finally fucked into her pussy, she went limp, her mind riddled with guilt and shame.
There, it's happening, she finally admitted to herself. I have a dog-cock in my cunt. And on Bill's grave . . .
"Come on, baby, fuck with the dog," Greg commanded. "Move that sweet ass of yours. May as well get used to it, because we're gonna let him fuck you all he wants."
Sherrie felt the dog's muzzle against her stomach, the rough tongue lapping at her tits. It was the worst feeling she could imagine, making her wish she were dead.
Slowly, however, her resolve returned. She would get even if it was the last thing she did. And she wouldn't go to the police, either. She would somehow get revenge on these men for is humiliation. And in her mind's eye, she could see them lying on the ground, battered and bleeding. She would be standing above them, whipping the life out of them.
The thought made her pussy contract with pleasure. Yes, she would like that. She could almost hear the crack of the whip, the sound it would make when it snapped against their flesh.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, munching into Greg's blond crotch hair.
"She likes it. What'd I tell you?" Greg chuckled. "I'll bet this bitch would fuck or suck anything."
Just you wait, you bastard, Sherrie thought. You'll get yours . . .
"Get after her, boy," Mark said, pushing down on the dog's ass. "Fuck it all the way in. Fill her cunt up with hot dog-cum."
That was something Sherrie hadn't even considered. Dog cum. What would it be like? Anything like a man's load? From the way the dog was fucking her cunt, she realized she would find out soon enough.
"Suck and fuck, whore...goddamned cock-tease," Greg said, forcing her lips hard around the base of his cock.
Although Sherrie was filled with revulsion, she couldn't deny that there was some pleasure involved. The dog's cock was probing into areas she didn't even know she had. And with each fuck-stroke, her cunt entrance tightened, buzzed as the rock-hard pair of balls hit her fuck-hole. Fucked by a dog . . .
Suddenly, her pussy became a caldron of pleasure. She began fucking her ass up and down, almost lifting the dog off her body. And without realizing it, she had lifted her legs and wrapped them around the dog's body, locking her ankles together.
"Mmmmmm!" she screamed, her voice a wet muffle around Greg's cock.
"Goddamn...she's going wild already," Greg said. "Okay, baby, suck and you can have my cum too."
Sherrie began licking and chewing on his cock until her jaws throbbed with exhaustion. And each time Greg's massive cockhead fucked between her tonsils and stretched her throat, the ecstasy she was experiencing grew even more intense.
"That's it...all the way down, you dog-fucking cocksucker!" Greg said, pounding his ass back and forth. "Gonna blow your fucking throat apart, bitch."
As he said the last few words, Sherrie felt his cock expand, then jerk. A massive glob of cum buzzed up his cockshaft, then exploded in her I throat. The thick, molten cum bubbled in the back of her throat, then separated. Half of the jism steamed up behind her nose and burst from her nostrils. The other half melted into her stomach, warming her insides.
"Aaaghhhhhhhh," she choked, air and cum rattling down her throat and inside her nostrils.
"Suck it, slut," Greg said, twisting his body around. "Goddamn you...you mother-fucking whore...eat my cock dry...every fucking drop."
Sherrie gulped furiously, not wanting to miss a single wad of his delicious cum. But she couldn't take all he had to offer, Soon, as her mouth filled with thick sticky fuck juices, twin streams of silvery jism seeped from her lips, gluing his balls to her chin.
"Unhhh...fuck my cock with your mouth...take it all the way...down...here's some...more...unhhhh...shit, yes!" Greg grunted, every muscle in his body taut, glistening with sweat.
As the last few drops of his cum melted over her tonsils, Sherrie jerked with a hard spasm of pain. The dog's cock grew rock hard, fucking into the back of her cunt like a knife blade. A couple of seconds later, the tip of the dog's cockshaft began churning around, almost as if it were going to crawl back toward his balls.
"Ohhhmmmm!" she screamed, then she went limp.
"Jesus, would you look at that fucker go," Barney laughed, watching the dog's pumping ass. "That pussy is getting one hell of a workout."
Sherrie couldn't have agreed more. Never before had she realized how a cunt could throb with pain. And each fuck-stroke made her flinch, cry out in agony.
Suddenly, she felt the dog's sharp teeth on her left tit. She tried twisting away, but the dog bit down, sucking her nipple over his lapping tongue.
"She's all yours, boy," Greg said, pulling off Sherrie's face to watch.
With the dog in full view, Sherrie thought she would surely go insane. And the animal looked so mean, like he might bite her tit right off!
"God...make him stop...he's hurting me...he'll kill me," she begged, looking from one man to the other.
"Fuck her, boy!" Greg said, smiling cruelly. "Fuck her to pieces."
Sherrie closed her eyes and waited for the dog to cum, tried to block this horror from her mind. Yet, even with her eyes closed, she could still see the monster, his hairy ass fucking wildly up and own.
His dog-cock...fucking in and out...all red and slippery...like an eel...screwing her...fucking her . . .
"Ohhhh...yes!" she gasped out, slowly opening her eyes. "Fuck me, you bastard dog...fuck me hard...fill up my pussy with hot dog-cum . . . "
Had she actually said those words? Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widened with shock.
"Yes," she said. "Ohhhh...yes, I do want it...I want a hard fucking...fuck me!"
As she spoke, she began twisting and writhing as if she were on fire. And even though she felt humiliation and shame, she no longer had control over her fuck-lust. Anything was worth the pleasure she was experiencing.
Suddenly, all pain melted from her cunt as the dog fucked fully between her legs. The animal bit down on her tit and clawed at her shoulders with his paws.
"He's getting it, now," Barney laughed. "Probably blowing her cunt full of doggy-cum."
"Yesssss!" Sherrie yelled out, arching her back until she thought her spine would snap.
Her pussy became flooded with molten dog-cum, giving her orgasm even more intensity. She threw her legs from around the animal and scooted her feet up under her ass. She then heaved her lower body upward, lifting the dog off the ground.
"FUCK!" she shrieked, then she went limp. Her eyes closed slowly and her cunt muscles relaxed. "Yes...yes!"
The dog fucked her cunt wildly for a long while, completely loading up her pussy guts. Finally, he pushed himself inward, then fell against her body, his breath warm and wet against her tits.
After her passion melted, Sherrie felt worse than ever. Perhaps the men had forced her to commit this dreadful act, but she did enjoy fucking with the dog. And given the chance, she would probably do it again.
"Ready to suck some more cock?" Barney asked, kneeling down beside her.
"I...I guess...does it matter what I want?" she asked dully. "You're going to make me suck you anyway."
Barney stood up, then sat on her husband's tombstone. He spread his legs wide and began stroking his cock.
"Turn her around so she can suck me," he said. "I want her on her knees. And maybe that dog would like some more pussy while she eats me off."
"Hey, yeah!" Greg said, patting the German shepherd. "You want some more pussy, boy? Or a little ass-fucking?"
Sherrie was too weak even to protest. She merely let Mark unchain her, then turn her around so that her head was between Barney's legs. Just below his balls, she could read her husband's name on the stone. She closed her eyes and felt bitter tears sting her cheeks.
"This...this is horrible, what you're doing to me," she choked. "Is...is it ever going to end?"
"Not for a long time, bitch," Greg said as he grabbed the nape of the dog's neck. "Not until we're all fucked out...including the dog,too."
Again, she felt the dog's paws on her body, then the slippery, cum-coated animal-cock against the inside of her leg.
"Suck me, cocksucker," Barney said, forcing his prick between her lips. "Eat me down real good and I'll give you all kinds of cum to suck out."
Dully, Sherrie pulled his rock-hard cock into her mouth, letting her lips slide to the golden-brown hairs that surrounded the thick base of his prickshaft. As her nose touched his hairy stomach, she felt the dog's cock jab into the crack of her ass.
"No!" she screamed out, spitting Barney's cock from her mouth. "Don't let him . . . "
It was too late. The German shepherd fucked his long, swollen cock into her asshole with one fuck-thrust, filling her ass with sharp spasms of agony.
"Get your mouth back on my prick," Barney ordered, grabbing her by the hair of the head. "Suck me down...ahhh . . .just like that, baby."
Sherrie screamed out, but her voice was lost around the thickness of his cockshaft. Never before had she realized just how much pain a person could take. It was even worse than being fucked with the chain!
"Go get her, boy," Greg laughed. "Stick that doggy prick-meat up her ass and fuck her crazy!"
Again, she was taken with the nightmarish quality of what was happening. Forced to suck cock and be fucked by a dog. On her husband's grave! It was insane, degrading...it was . . .
The pain began to subside slowly as the dog quickened his fucking. And then-to her astonishment-she began to enjoy the way the long, thin rod of cock rammed in and out of her asshole. And Barney's cock tasted so sweet...so masculine...so delicious.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, lapping her tongue over the smooth, rubbery surface of his cockshaft.
"That's it, baby...eat me alive," Barney grunted, fucking his ass up and down.
Sherrie began working her head up and down so quickly her hair swept about her head like a burnished halo. Each time the massive cockhead jabbed her throat, she felt a new spasm of pleasure race up and down her spine.
And while she sucked cock furiously, the dog behind her was fucking her ass so hard she thought his bullet-shaped cock would eat right through her ass-guts.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," she groaned, moving her ass back and forth to meet the hard fuck-thrusts of the animal-prick.
"Shit...I'm gonna blow my load...can't hold it back," Barney said suddenly. "Your mouth is like fucking a milking machine, baby."
Sherrie sucked even harder, her throat craving the delicious taste of his cum. She locked her lips and flicked her tongue quickly over his smooth, purplish cockhead.
"Shit...now, whore," Barney said, flinching with pleasure. "I...I...Unhhhh...suck!"
The first glob of cum hit the back of Sherrie's throat like water from a hose. She tried gulping the cum down, but it was impossible. Her throat seemed to lock up. The fuck juice splashed back around his plunging cockshaft and spurted from her lips. As more of his jism blew from the end of his cock, creamy streams of cum melted over her chin, then hung in mid-air like greasy spider webs.
"Suck it dry, prick-licker," Barney said, fucking in the bulk of his load.
While her mouth became a caldron of bubbling cum, Sherrie felt the dog's cock stiffen, then explode with sticky warmth. With the first glob of dog-cum in her asshole, her own orgasm flooded her pussy like a fiery storm.
"Aaaghhhhh!" she gurgled, burrowing her face fully between Barney's muscular thighs.
And as she sucked and pulled on Barney's prick, the dog filled her so full of cum her asshole began leaking. Soon, streams of animal jism were pouring down the insides of her thighs, plopping to the ground.
Dog-cum on her husband's grave . . .
From the corner of her eye, Sherrie could see Greg's grinning face, the sadistic expression of perverse pleasure. He looked like Satan, himself.
You bastard, she thought. You evil bastard!
"Come on...suck the rest," Barney demanded, crushing her face down hard. He jerked his hips upward, fucking the full length of his prick into her throat. "Mmmmm...shit...this baby sucks so fucking good."
"Hurry up," Greg said, taking a step closer to Sherrie. "I think my cock could use a little of her mouth."
Sherrie didn't know why she did it, and probably wouldn't have if she'd given it any thought-but she jerked her mouth away from Barney's cock and spit in Greg's face.
"You goddamned bitch!" Greg roared, wiping the spit and cum from his cheek. "I ought to break your goddamned neck!"
"Hey, man don't get pissed off yet," Mark said, grabbing Greg's arm to keep him from hitting Sherrie. "Not until we've fucked her all we want."
Greg jerked his arm away and slapped Sherrie so hard she fell away from Barney's prick and hit the ground. The dog gave a yelp and scrambled away into the darkness.
"Ohhhh," Sherrie moaned, struggling with the chains around her wrists. "You bastard!"
Whatever else she was going to say was blanked from her mind as a lightning bolt of pain hit her stomach. Greg began kicking her over and over and only stopped when Mark and Barney pulled him away.
"Hey, man, don't ruin her!" Barney said. "Shit, she's still got some pussy left."
Sherrie was barely aware of their conversation. She was writhing around on her husband's grave, her body filled with spasms of pain, her mind riddled with shame.
"Okay, let's take her back to the house and really give her a fucking she won't forget,"
Greg said, his chest heaving, his eyes glinting with anger.
"God...God...please help me," Sherrie moaned, her mouth gritty with the damp earth on the grave mound.
She flinched suddenly when she felt a warm trickle against her side. She opened her eyes and looked up at Greg, her mouth dropping open.
"Yeah, she pissed me off," Greg said, his voice almost savage. "And now she's gonna get pissed on."
Sherrie rolled into a ball and closed her eyes as he finished pissing on her. Then, when he was finished, Mark and Barney pissed all over her, too. When they were finished, she was dragged to the car and shoved into the trunk.
In the darkness, she could smell the mingled aromas of piss, cum, dog, and her own heady fuck juices.
"Someone...please help me," she said, her voice a begging whisper. "God, I can't take this any longer...I just can't."
Her pussy felt like hamburger, and her throat was bruised from so much cocksucking. Finally, she relaxed and closed her eyes, alone in the darkness, with only the sound of the motor to keep her company.
"A fucking she won't forget," she said, repeating Greg's threat. Christ, what else could they possibly do to her?
But whatever it was he was planning, she had to make sure she got free long enough to warn her mother. Knowing how mean these men were, there was no telling what they might do to her mother.
Again she became fully aware of how her pussy ached from so much brutal fucking. She slipped her finger between her legs and touched the rubbery folds of skin that surrounded her cunt opening. She then began probing around inside her pussy as if feeling for damage. Pain and pleasure began throbbing together, racing up and down her cunt, burning at the base of her spine.
She moaned in the darkness, her mind filled with despair and shame. no
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Sherrie came to, she was lying in her own bed, her arms and legs chained to the corners of the bed. Beneath her, she felt a cooling mass of cum. Her pussy was raw and bruised, as if the three men had been fucking her for hours on end. As she opened her eyes, the midday glare made her wince.
"Oh...God," she moaned, tugging against the chains, slowly coming back to reality.
Although she was alone in the bedroom, she could hear movement in the house. What had happened after they left the cemetery? She remembered vaguely being pulled out of the trunk, then dragged to the house. After that, she had been dumped into the bathtub. The warm water had been so pleasant, washing the dirt and piss from her body. And as she closed her eyes, totally defeated, she had heard the clinking of chains.
They had probably bound her after that, she thought, and taken turns fucking her the rest of the night. How many times had their monstrous cocks fucked in and out of her pussy? From the way her cunt throbbed, it must have been one continuous onslaught of fucking. Like some sort of evil night shift, they had slept, fucked, slept, while she lay there, merely a piece of meat for their sadistic pleasures.
"Help me...someone, help me," she moaned out, realizing her plea was futile even as she spoke. "God, won't someone please help me . . . "
She stopped suddenly when she heard Greg's voice. He was speaking differently, almost in a friendly tone. Sherrie perked up and listened.
"Yeah, she and I really do care for each other," she heard him say.
Who could he be talking to? "Sure thing," Greg added, "I'd like to meet you, too."
He was talking on the telephone, she finally realized. But to who? Her mother!
Before Sherrie could scream out, to warn her mother, she heard the sound of the receiver being replaced, then Greg's padding footsteps as he walked down the hall.
"Oh, you're awake," Greg smiled.
"Who were you talking to?" Sherrie asked, her eyes widening with horror.
"Your sweet mother," Greg said. "She's coming over, too. Would you like that, baby? A visit from Mama?"
"Let me go...please, let me go," Sherrie begged. "God, don't do this to me-to her!"
"Now, baby, what do you think I'm going to do?" Greg smiled, nearing the bed. "Hmmmm? Tell me what's worrying you, sweetheart."
Sherrie fell back on the pillow and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do to stop this madness, and something told her what was about to transpire would be the worst yet. Even worse than being raped on her husband's grave. By men...by a dog!
She felt dirty, used, as she tasted the rumblings of vomit in the back of her throat. She opened her eyes as if trying to discover a tiny trace of pity in his expression. There was none. Just a sadistic, snarling grin on his handsome face.
"Don't hurt my mother," Sherrie said, her voice quivering with fear. "Please...God, I'll do anything, just leave her out of this."
Greg sat down on the bed and reached for Sherrie's upturned tits. He took the rubbery nipples between his fingers and gently squeezed them. Slowly, he lowered his face to her chest and sucked the tips of her tit mounds between his teeth.
"Mmmmmmm, better get you warmed up," Greg said, rolling over on top of her body. "You ready for another fucking, bitch?"
"I wish I were dead," Sherrie said softly. "Jesus, just kill me and get it over with!"
"Hell, no," Greg chuckled. "I'm gonna stay here for a long time and fuck your pussy over and over. Who knows? You might get to like it."
Although Sherrie wanted to spit in his face, her full attention was suddenly on her pussy. As he entered her cunt with one hard fuck-stroke, she arched her back and screamed out in agony. The pain was horrible, as if his cockshaft were wrapped in sandpaper.
"Hurts! God, it's killing me," she grunted, her words like flames in her throat.
"Just relax, sweet baby," Greg said, withdrawing his cock and plunging back inside her cunt. "Mmmmmmm, you're so fucking tight and hot...I'd like for both of us to enjoy it."
Sherrie knew if she didn't relax, the size of his cock would ream out her cunt. Her pussy was swollen, pursed so tightly she felt as if she were a virgin again. By breathing deeply, she forced her cunt muscles to loosen, allowing his cock to fuck in and out more easily.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way, slut," Greg said, rhythmically pumping his tight, hairy ass up and down. "Now shake that little ass and fuck my cock like the cock teasing whore you are."
Although Sherrie was beginning to enjoy-at least not mind so much-his hard fucking, her mind was still on her mother. What was going to happen when she got here? Were they planning on raping her, or forcing her to watch her daughter get fucked?
Either way, it was a horror she didn't want to think about.
"Wonder if your mother's pussy is this sweet?" Greg said, as if reading her thoughts. He lifted his head and looked at her shocked expression. "Your old lady like big cock to fuck and suck?"
Until this moment, Sherrie had never even thought about her mother's sex life. Mothers, somehow, were above that. But surely she must fuck. Since Sherrie's father's death five years ago, her mother had seen a lot of men, but Sherrie had always thought of them as companions-not lovers. Still, her mother was a damned attractive woman, well preserved for fifty, and probably more than capable of stirring up fuck-lust in men much younger.
"Hey, baby, fuck a little faster," Greg said, his voice hard. "You know goddamned well you like this."
Sherrie wondered suddenly if this was how she was to spend eternity. Beneath a hulking giant of a man, his cock fucking in and out of her pussy. Over and over. Fucked savagely...over and over . . .
"Ohhhhhh, yes," she whispered, writhing beneath him.
His prick was beginning to slide very easily, tickle her pussy guts with pleasure. And even though she hated him, she couldn't deny the fact that his cock was wonderful.
"Fuck me," she murmured, lifting her hips. "Yes...fuck me full of cum, you bastard!"
"You sure do blow hot and cold, don't you?" Greg said. "One minute you're ready to shoot me, the next you're begging for my cock. You know? You ought to get your fucking act together."
For Sherrie, his words were like a slap in the face. And for the first time, she began to see things from his point of view. Yes, she had come across on their first meeting as a cock-tease. That much she had to admit. And she did try blowing his brains out with that gun. In a way, she was as much at fault for what had happened as he was.
Still, if he had been more understanding . . .
Why couldn't I have been more understanding? she thought. It could have been a gentle, loving act if I'd gone with my emotions. Instead, I've been raped, humiliated, degraded.
Perhaps this is the way I wanted it all along, she thought.
Ridiculous! What woman in her right mind would want to be taken like this? Fucked over and over, forced to commit all sorts of degrading acts?
"You like it this way?" Greg whispered, kissing the hollow of her throat. "Hmmmmm, baby? You like getting chained up and fucked raw?"
"Yes...Christ, I guess I do," Sherrie admitted, tugging at the metal bonds. "I...I know I like your hot hard cock." She was shivering with passion.
"Then fuck on my cock, bitch," Greg said, crushing his full weight between her legs.
"Ohhhhh...I...I will," Sherrie gasped, jerking her ass upward, feeling the entire slab of his cock mold into her cunt guts. "Mmmmmm...fuck me as hard and fast as you can! Make...make it hurt, you big prick . . . "
Greg dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her shoulders and began fucking wildly into her cunt. And with each noisy fuck-thrust, Sherrie's passion mounted. Soon, all thoughts of her mother were a million, million miles away. Nothing seemed to matter but the hardness of his cockshaft, the way it plugged up her burning cunt hole.
"Take it, you cum-sucking slut...take every fucking inch and fuck up my cock up to your brains," Greg snarled, his body tightening as his cum-load built in his balls.
Sherrie began thrashing about wildly, clawing at her palms with her nails. And as her ecstasy began bordering pain, she felt his balls throb, ready to spit out the thick, churning globs of cum that would scald her pussy.
"Full!" she cried. "God...fuck me full of hot...hot...Aieeeeeeeee!"
Her climax was so powerful, so intense, she thought the top of her head would blow off. She froze for a second, then began bucking and writhing as if she had a blowtorch up her us cunt.
"Ohhh...shit, I don't think I can hold back much ....longer," Greg said, crawling between her legs as if he were trying to force his entire body into her pussy. "I...I'm gonna blow you so full of cum, your guts are gonna explode!"
"Now!" Sherrie shrieked, her face contorted with passion. "Gallons! Millions of gallons of jizz! Load up my...my...God!"
As a second, thundering convulsion of raw pleasure raced into her cunt, she felt his cock expand, totally filling up her pussy. An instant later, she could almost see the churning globs of molten cum as they shot up the center of his prickshaft.
"Fuck!" Greg cried out, biting down on her open mouth like a striking snake.
As his tongue shot into her mouth, Sherrie felt the first lump of his boiling cum hit her cunt walls. It was like a powerful acid, etching her quivering pussy membranes, eating right into her guts.
"Yesssssss!" she hissed, jerking her body up so hard she almost lifted him off the bed. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck meeeeee!"
When her climax built to an almost painful spasm of release, Sherrie went limp. But each time he fucked in another glob of cum, she experienced another rush of orgasm. It seemed unending, each sensation better and more powerful than the last. Finally, her entire body was shaking with pleasure.
"Unhhh...take it, slut...right up...here," Greg panted, fucking in more wads of cum. "Fuck my cock right into your pussy guts...cum-sucking bitch!"
Sherrie pulled her mouth away from his and closed her eyes, her insides riddled with ecstasy. Then, as the last of his cum bubbled deeply into her cunt, she opened her eyes slowly. The glazed look suddenly cleared and she flinched, coming instantly back to reality.
"Mother!" she cried out.
"Sherrie!" her mother said, her mouth wide open. "Wha-what is going on here?"
"Huh?" Greg said, as if waking up. "Goddamn, how'd she get here so fast?"
"What are you doing to my daughter, young man?" Sherrie's mother demanded, a mixture of confusion and anger in her blue eyes.
Sherrie wanted to scream out, to warn her mother to get out, but it was too late. Before she could say the words, Greg had bounded off the bed, his cock slinging cum over his thighs, and had grabbed the woman.
"Hello, Mama!" Greg said, jerking Sherrie's mother toward the bed. "We've been waiting for you."
"Get your filthy hands off me, you animal!" the older woman shouted, trying to free herself.
"Mother!" Sherrie screamed out.
"Hey, you're not a bad old bag," Greg said, running his fingers over the soft contours of the woman's tits. "Let's see what the rest of you looks like."
Before Sherrie or her mother could react, Greg had torn the clothes off the woman, then pushed her to the bed. He fell on top of her, next to Sherrie, and spread her legs apart.
"Stop!" Sherrie's mother screamed, trying to fight off the man. "What are...what are you doing?"
"Gonna fuck you, baby," Greg said, holding the woman's arms down. "You like that? Bet you don't get much young cock, do you?"
"What's going on here?" Sherrie's mother asked her daughter, a horrified tone in her voice. "What's happening?"
"Ohhhh...Mother," Sherrie gasped, her eyes tortured as she looked at her mother. "Why did you come over?"
Suddenly, Mark and Barney came into the room, rubbing their eyes. They had been asleep, but the woman's screams had awakened them.
"What the fuck?" Barney asked, looking from Sherrie to her mother. "Who's she?"
"She's the mama," Greg said. "Hey, you two, get your butts over her and hold her down while I fuck some life into her old pussy."
Barney and Mark moved to the bed. While Barney held the woman's legs, Mark grabbed her arms. When she was immobile, Greg began running his hands over her body, then lowered his mouth to her upturned, ripened tits. He sucked one nipple inside his mouth, then spit it out. Slowly, he moved his head over to Sherrie's tit and did the same thing to her.
"Sweet tits," Greg said. "I've never had it this way before. Mother and daughter. This is gonna be a fucking blast!"
"Hey, let me fuck her!" Barney said anxiously.
"Don't worry, you'll have your turn," Greg laughed.
"And then I'll fuck her," Mark said, an evil grin on his face.
"No...God, no!" Sherrie screamed out. It couldn't be happening, she thought. Fucking her own mother, right in the same bed! "Please don't hurt her...please!"
"Hey, baby, you ready for some young cock?" Greg said, looking into the woman's eyes. "When's the last time you got fucked by three young pricks?"
"You bastard!" Sherrie screamed, jerking against the chains that held her hands and feet until pain flooded her arms and legs. "You filthy bastard!"
"I may be a bastard," Greg grinned, probing the woman's cunt entrance with his hard cock, "but I'm also a mother-fucker."
Both women began screaming.
CHAPTER NINE
Sherrie turned her face to the wall, no longer able to bear watching the tortured expression on her mother's face. A sudden scream, however, made her look back. Her mother was trying desperately to struggle free, but the three men held her down. Greg's thick, pulsating cock was slowly fucking forward, dipping into her tightly constricted cunt opening.
"God!" Sherrie's mother shrieked. "You're too big! You'll kill me!"
"Shut the fuck up, you old bag!" Greg said, thrusting the rest of his cockshaft inside the woman's pussy. "You love this shit and you know it."
What must be going through my mother's mind? Sherrie wondered. To come over to visit her daughter, only to be attacked by three men!
"Hey, move over a little," Mark said. "Let me stick my prick in her throat to shut her up."
When Greg moved away, pushing his lips down onto Sherrie's left tit, Mark got onto the bed and straddled the woman's shoulders. He then held his rigid cock down with his left hand and crammed the tip of hs prickshaft between her lips. Instantly, the woman's screaming became a gurgle of agony.
"Hey, baby, you like that?" Mark said, grinning sadistically. "You think you can take all my cock, like your little girl can?"
"Sure she can," Greg said, lifting his mouth from Sherrie's tit. "Bet she loves the fuck out of eating young cum."
Sherrie looked over at her mother, fascinated with her terror. Mark's cock was fucking in and out of her mouth like a piston machine, while Greg's prick was fucking into her cunt unmercifully. And with each fuck stroke of their massive cocks, she knew exactly what her mother was going through.
"Oh, Mother...I'm sorry," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
Now Sherrie had problems of her own. Because she was so upset, every muscle in her body was tensed, and she knew when Barney fucked his cock into her cunt it would be a jolt of fiery pain.
"No, please, don't. I...I...Ohhhhh!" she shrieked, lifting her ass as the man's prick thrust savagely inside her constricted pussy.
"Ahhhhh," Barney murmured, lowering his face to Sherrie's right tit. "Now...now you're both getting fucked.
Sherrie still couldn't believe it was actually happening. She and her mother had done so many things together, and even helped each other with the loss of a husband. Could they ever have imagined they would be in the same bed, being raped at the same time?
"Now, suck on my balls," she heard Mark say as he withdrew his slippery cock from her mother's mouth. "Eat on my balls, old lady, then I'll let you suck on my ass a little."
With a shame she could almost taste, Sherrie watched her terrified mother suck Mark's balls into her mouth, lap her pink tongue over the smooth surfaces.
"You like it, whore?" Mark said, placing his hands under the woman's head, forcing her mouth harder onto his balls. "Hmmmmm? You like licking young balls?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes!" Sherrie was shocked to hear her mother reply.
What shocked her even more was the fact that her mother was no longer struggling. Instead, she was rocking her body back and forth, working with Greg's fucking cock! Another moan of what seemed to be pleasure escaped the woman's lips.
Well, Sherrie reasoned, she, herself had pretended to enjoy it to gain time, think of some way to escape. That was probably what her mother was doing. When the men were off guard, her mother would probably lash out at them. That was it. That had to be it.
"Ohhhhh...sweet, big cock," Sherrie's mother said softly, licking her tongue under Mark's balls to the crack of his ass. "After I suck on your ass, will you stuff your cock back in my throat?"
"Sure thing, baby," Mark said with a chuckle. "Hey, she's a game old bitch, ain't she? What's your name, baby?"
"Estelle," the woman said.
"Well, Estelle, honey, you rim out my shitter real nice and then I'll let you suck my cock dry," Mark said, sitting on the woman's face.
Goddamn, can she pretend! Sherrie thought of her mother. She could hear the smacking sounds echo off the walls.
"If I let go of your hands, will you do anything funny?" Mark said softly.
"I sure will," Estelle said, her voice throaty with obvious desire. "I'll eat right through your asshole to your guts."
"Mother!" Sherrie gasped out. "How...how could you!"
Estelle didn't seem to even hear what Sherrie had said. When Mark let go of her hands, she grabbed the man's ass and pulled his ass cheeks wide, then bit into his dark, hairy asshole. After kissing his ass wetly, she ran her tongue fully inside his asshole, nipping her teeth around the constricted rim. At the same time, she was pumping her ass up and down, gobbling Greg's cock deeply into her burning cunt.
She isn't pretending at all! She's actually enjoying this, Sherrie thought. But how could she? Christ, it isn't even normal!
"Mmmmm, I love sucking young assholes," Estelle gurgled, her tongue like a snake's as it played around inside Mark's asshole.
"Goddamn, baby, you sure do a good ass-sucking job," Mark grunted. "Hell, I think you're even better than your daughter."
Sherrie's shame was so intense she thought e would die. It was as if her mother had ome a part of her humiliation. Now, there were four of them . . . "Oh, let me at that cock now," she heard her mother say. "I haven't sucked off a young bull in years."
"You got it, baby," Mark said, repositioning himself. He forced his cock back between her lips and leaned forward, pulling her head upward with his hands. "Now...eat me fucking dry, you old, goddamned cocksucker!"
While Sherrie watched her mother lick up and down Mark's cock, she became more ware of Barney's hard fucking. His prick was coming more demanding, gouging into her pussy like a fist. And with each hard fuck-stroke, her body was responding with frightening emotions.
"Fuck with me," Barney said, looking up from her tit as he sucked on her nipple. "Let's all fuck our brains out."
Something seemed to snap inside Sherrie's mind. Christ, it was an insane asylum. Why not just let go and be crazy like the rest of them?
As she relaxed slightly, the hard fucking pressure inside her pussy lessened, replaced with fluttering of pleasure. A few moments later, she began moving her ass up and down to meet his hard fuck-thrusts. Each fuck-stroke gave her more pleasure, until she was moaning just like her mother.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck the prick to me, you bastard!" she gasped out, hating herself for being so weak.
"Hey, your old lady fucks like a goddamned mink," Greg said, licking his tongue over Sherrie's left tit. "Why didn't you tell us you had a mother so fucking cock-hungry?"
The reality of what was happening still didn't sink in totally for Sherrie. But there it was. The same cock that had violated her own cunt was now tearing into her mother's pussy.
Greg was sucking on her tit, while fucking her mother. In a way, it was like fucking them both at the same time. His cock was fucking in and out noisily, his hairy balls crawling up and down, his tight ass pumping wildly . . .
"God...fuck her...fuck her full of hot cock," Sherrie heard herself say. "Fuck in your cum...fuck us both...all of you fuck us!"
While she said the words, she was watching what her mother was doing. Estelle was gobbling wildly on Mark's prick, sucking his cock fully into the back of her throat. And even when her lips munched around the dark hairs at the thick base of his cock, she was sucking as if she could take another five or six inches of prick.
"Suck him, Mom," she said. "Suck his cock all the way and then let me have some of his cum."
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm," Estelle groaned, although Sherrie didn't know if her mother had heard at all. Her full attention seemed to be on the cock in her throat.
"Ready for my load, you cocksucking old bag?" Mark gasped, his muscles glistening with sweat. "I've got enough cum to choke a fucking horse."
In answer, Estelle dug her long, red nails into the man's ass and crushed him harder against her face. She then seemed to burrow even farther upward between his thighs, almost lifting him off the bed.
"Goddamn...she's gonna eat my cock right off!" Mark said, watching his prick disappear completely inside her mouth.
"Suck him...suck him...suck him," Sherrie began chanting, her words bursting from her throat.
"Aaaghhhhh!" Estelle spluttered suddenly, her body freezing with passion.
"My God," Sherrie said, her eyes glazed with hunger.
"Unhhhhh...suck, cocksucker!" Mark growled, hammering downward with his big prick.
Sherrie knew that at that very moment her mother was tasting the first explosive wad of Mark's cum. And in a way, she felt almost jealous. Her throat was simply begging for the thick texture of cum, the heady flavor of jism as it steamed into her stomach.
"FUCK!" Sherrie screamed out, her climax tearing in and out of her cunt like a pair of clawing talons. "Jesus...fuck me to death, you bastard!"
While her orgasm peaked savagely, she watched cum melt from her mother's lips, ooze across her cheeks and into her ears. If only she could move a little closer and lick on it, to taste the cum . . .
"Let me have some," Sherrie begged. "Mom, I want to eat cum, too . . . "
"You got some, cocksucker," Mark said. He lifted his body and yanked his cock from Estelle's mouth. He began jerking his cockshaft up and down with his right hand, aiming the tip of his prick toward Sherrie's open mouth. "Eat on it, baby. Lick my jizz off your goddamned cheeks."
When the fiery masses of cum splashed on her face, Sherrie's pleasure exploded. She began sucking eagerly, lapping down the fuck juices while she fucked her ass up and down on as rapidly as possible, drawing Barney's cock all the way inside her hot cunt.
"I want it!" Estelle cried out, fighting Mark for his cock. "Mmmmmm, yes!" She managed to suck his exploding cockhead back into her throat.
While Sherrie licked the last of Mark's cum from her chin, she felt Barney's cock expand. His prick began pulsating, stretching her cunt opening to the breaking point. She fucked her body upward until the chains at her wrists and ankles tore into her flesh.
"Fuck me, you mother-fucking bastard!" she shrieked, her face turning ashen with pleasure.
"Unhhh...take it, you cum-eating slut," Barney grunted, fucking in the first explosive wads of his cum. "Screw on it...take it...here! Unhhh...fucking take it here!"
While he fucked his cum deeply into her cunt, Sherrie felt Greg's teeth nip into the soft flesh of her tit. His hands were moving over her chest, his fingers tightening.
"God...this is good," Greg said. "I...I want to hold back, but this sweet, hot pussy is so fucking...yes . . . "
"Fuck me!" Estelle screamed, spitting Mark's cock out of her mouth. "Jesus...I want gallons of hot, young cum in my pussy!"
Although Sherrie still felt this was pure insanity, the thought of her mother getting her pussy fucked full of cum right next to her filled her with a dark fascination. And it was from the same man who had fucked her. Somehow, that even added to the horrible titillation.
"Fuck my mother," she gasped out. "God, fuck in gallons of cum...fuck her to death with your big cock, Greg!"
"Unhhhhhh...I will...am," Greg said, throwing his head back. "Jesus...fucking take it, you goddamned pig bitch...every goddamned drop of my jizz right up your hot little cunt!"
"Aieeeeeee!" Estelle screamed, bucking beneath the pressure of his crushing body. "Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
While Sherrie listened to the noisy, slippery sounds of Greg's exploding cock fucking inside her mother's cunt, her own climax was riddling her pussy. Barney was fucking in one massive load after another, and soon she was so full of hot jism, her cunt couldn't take any more. The fuck juice burned her cunt and sloshed around his stabbing cockshaft, drooling down between her thighs.
For the next several moments, the five of them seemed to become one mass of writhing, fucking flesh, tilling the room with the animal-like sounds of pure, raw fuck-lust. Finally, the moans slowly subsided and they fell into a heap, gasping for air.
While Sherrie lay beneath Barney's hulking frame, with Greg's mouth on her tit, she felt her shame return. At the same time, she wondered what was going through her mother's mind, how they would ever be able to look each other in the eye again.
"Mother...you okay?" Sherrie whispered. "Did they hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine," Estelle said, not looking at her daughter. "Really," she added, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
"I'll say, she's fine," Greg smiled. "Hell, baby, her pussy is just as hot and tight as yours."
"And she sure can lick prick," Mark murmured, satisfaction in his voice. "Like a fucking milking machine."
"You...you raped my mother," Sherrie said, as if trying to convince herself of the statement. "You raped us both...together . . . "
"At least she ain't quite the cock-tease you are," Greg said, his voice suddenly brittle.
"Well, to be quite frank, I did enjoy it," Estelle said softly. "If only I could have had some advance warning. I...I just thought they were hurting you, darling." She turned to face Sherrie.
Jesus Christ in heaven! Sherrie thought. What do you think they were doing? Couldn't you see the fucking chains! Suddenly she hated her mother. Didn't she even care about the terror her daughter had experienced? The humiliation?
Being fucked by a dog...right on her husband's grave!
"Well, when you get to be my age," Estelle said, almost sadly, "you don't get much of a chance to have...young men. If you do, it's like they're doing you a favor."
Sherrie suddenly realized just how lonely her mother must be. Without a husband for five years, and obviously still very active and eager for fucking, it must have been difficult.
"Well, I hate to interrupt old-home week," Greg said, pulling away from Estelle's cunt, "but I'm ready for some more action."
"Mmmmmmm! Me, too," Estelle said, flushing with embarrassment. "My old pussy hasn't had such a workout in I don't know when."
"My God," Sherrie said, disgusted with her mother's words. "I just want it to be over with."
"Is that a fact?" Greg said. "Baby, you're slow, you know that? You really don't learn easy."
"Haven't you done enough to me?" Sherrie said, realizing suddenly her mother wouldn't be any help at all. "What more can you do to...humiliate me further?"
"Mmmmmm, there are all sorts of things," Greg laughed. "Baby, you haven't seen the half of it."
He had to be kidding. She felt she had reached the very limit of degradation.
"I...I just want out," Sherrie said, closing her eyes.
"Not for a long time," Greg said, getting off the bed. "But right now I have a really good idea." He grabbed Estelle by the arm. "Come on, baby, you're gonna get a treat."
Estelle got off the bed and stood up on wobbly legs. Then, as Greg led her to the far wall, Sherrie noticed how attractive her mother still was. She had hair much the color of hers, but with peach-colored highlights. For a woman of fifty, her body was firm, yet ripened. Her tits still pointed upward, well-shaped and firm.
"Get those chains off her," Greg said to Mark and Barney. "I'm gonna put them on Mama, here.
"You're...going to chain me up?" Estelle asked, her eyes widening with obvious pleasure. "I...I've never been fucked that way before."
"Something tells me that neither one of you has been fucked quite like this before," Greg said, smiling at the older woman.
While Barney still pumped his ass up and down, fucking his cock slowly in and out of Sherrie's cum-splattered pussy, she watched fascinated as Greg chained her mother up.
"Mother...how can you let him do that?" she said. "It's like you don't even mind!"
"I don't mind," Estelle said, her voice thick with fuck-lust. "In fact, I don't think I've ever had this much fun in my whole life."
Now, Sherrie was more than disgusted. Her mother-her own mother-was standing before her, being chained, her legs and arms spread wide, to let them . . .
Not rape her. No, she was willing. To let them fuck her! Sherrie couldn't bear to watch this final humiliation. She closed her eyes and turned her head.
"Looks pretty good," Greg said, taking a step backward, examining his work. "Now, you ready to get that sweet pussy of yours worked on?"
"I sure am," Estelle said, looking down at his half-hard cock. "Just fuck the cock to me, you big bull. You can all fuck me...over and over and over . . . "
"That'll come a little later," Greg said, turning to the bed. "But you're gonna get a little warm-up from someone you love first."
His words made Sherrie jerk her head around. Her eyes widened with horror. Surely he didn't mean for her to . . .
"You're gonna lick some cum now," Greg said, finishing her thought. "And you're gonna lick it right out of your mother's hot pussy."
Sherrie bounded from the bed after pushing Barney away and stumbled toward the door. Immediately, strong hands were on her body, then she was tied up, her hands behind her back. She was slammed to the floor.
"No," she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh, yes!" Greg laughed, grabbing her by the hair of the head and lifting her to her knees. "You're gonna suck on your mommy's cummy pussy, baby."
CHAPTER TEN
Sherrie felt horror rise from the pit of her stomach. This had to be the ultimate humiliation, she thought. To be forced to eat their cum out of her own mother's cunt!
"I...I won't do it!" she said, pulling back. "You...you can't make me!"
"Want to fucking bet?" Greg said, standing behind her.
He grabbed her by the hair of the head and slammed her face between her mother's outstretched legs.
"There," he panted, grinding the tip of her nose in the dark blonde pussy hairs of the older woman.
Sherrie thought she was going to vomit. How would she ever be able to face her mother again?
"Don't hurt my baby," Estelle said, pulling against the chains that held her wrists and ankles.
"We ain't gonna hurt her, lady," Barney laughed, running his fingers over Estelle's upturned, swollen tits. "Hell, if she'd just unbend a little, she might enjoy it."
Although Sherrie struggled to get free, Greg held her hard against Estelle's pussy. And as the hairy fuck-hole crushed against her lips, she could taste the combined flavors of cum and pussy juice. Oddly enough, the taste didn't repel her as she thought it might. It was both sweet and tart at the same time.
"Stick your little tongue in her cunt hole," Greg said, his voice a lusty grunt. "Ream out that cum and eat it, baby."
Sherrie knew instinctively if she didn't do as he asked, he might hurt her again. Worse, he might hurt her mother, and she certainly didn't want that.
Trying to block out the shame and degradation from her mind, she cautiously slipped the tip of her tongue inside her mother's cunt. Immediately, she felt her mouth engulfed in sticky warmth. A large glob of cum bubbled under her teeth.
"I...I don't want to do this," she said softly, as if trying to convince herself of that face. "Please...don't make me . . . "
"Eat it, pussy-licker!" Greg demanded, dropping to his knees beside her. "Suck that cunt out clean, then we'll give you some more to chew on, bitch."
Sherrie curled the tip of her tongue and drew it over her mother's sensitive pussy membranes. As she did, Estelle trembled with pleasure, causing her cunt canal to spit out another thick glob of cum. The fuck juice melted over Sherrie's tongue and clogged the back of her throat. Slowly, she swallowed the frothy mixture of cum and cunt juice, felt it ease into her stomach like whipped cream.
"Ohhhhh...that's so good," Estelle said, her eyes glazing with pleasure. "God, Sherrie...I'm sorry, but I...I love the way you're licking my cunt."
Although her mother's words stunned Sherrie, she had little choice but to continue, as Greg was increasing the pressure of his hands behind her head. Now, her lips were firmly locked around the puckered fuck-hole, her tongue trapped inside the swollen tunnel of milky pussy flesh.
"Suck her cunt clean," Greg said, dropping his right hand to Sherrie's ass. "You do a real good cunt-lapping job and I'll fuck you while you lick."
Sherrie relaxed slightly, reconciled to what was happening. Whether she objected or not, she would still have to do it. When the tension melted from her body, she felt a tiny ache in the back of her throat, a sensation that was almost frightening.
Licking on a pussy, she thought. My own mother's pussy!
She pulled her head back a little and looked at the blonde cunt, the thick streams of cum that glistened in the swirls of delicate cunt flesh. It was almost as if she were seeing a pussy for the first time in her life. It was beautiful!
Her mother's pussy was tight and hot, partially hidden by loose folds of flesh. And just under the silky skin lay the throbbing mass of her clit. The fuck-hole, itself, was pink like a wound, throbbing and alive.
"Fuck me with your tongue!" Estelle said, looking down at her daughter. "God, I'm on fire...I can't stand it any more."
As she spoke, Barney lowered his face to her left tit and took the swollen nipple between his teeth. To her right, Mark did the same thing to her other tit. Estelle's words became a throaty scream of horny pleasure.
"Ohhhhh...Mother," Sherrie gasped, her mind flooded with shame. "We...we can't be doing this . . . "
"Well, you are, whore," Greg said, positioning himself behind Sherrie. "And you're gonna lick on that pussy until it's fucking dry."
Again, Sherrie probed the tip of her tongue inside her mother's cunt and tasted the delicious flavor of cum and pussy juice. She felt the hard pressure of Greg's cock in the crack of her ass.
"Little ass-fucking?" Greg said, kissing the back of her neck. "Hmmmmmm, you like get-, ting your ass fucked out while you lick pussy?"
Before Sherrie could say no, she felt Greg's rock-hard cock fuck into her asshole. Perhaps it was because it was in this position, but the size of his cock seemed to be enormous, grinding into her ass as if it were covered with sandpaper. Spasms of pain shot into her ass-guts, became liquid fire.
"Ohhhhh...hurts," she gurgled, flinching with pain.
"Feels fine to me," Greg chuckled. "I like it tight like this...shit...so fucking hot and...take it all, baby!"
Sherrie wanted desperately to pull away, to suffer any consequences to avoid further pain, but her body seemed to be paralyzed. She could only kneel there and have her asshole assaulted while her face was crushed against her mother's cunt.
God, just let it be over soon, she thought. Let him cum...let them all cum and just leave me and my mother alone.
"Lick my pussy, baby," Estelle said, pursing her cunt muscles around Sherrie's tongue. "Jesus, it's almost as good as a cock, what you're doing."
This was a side of her mother's personality Sherrie knew nothing about. Christ, did she always get this hot? Somehow it just didn't seem right.
But then, she was chained up, had a man on each of her tits, and a probing tongue inside her cunt. Christ, how would I react if that were happening to me? Sherrie wondered.
"Fuck on it, bitch!" Greg said from behind her. "Let's fuck ourselves to death."
He increased the momentum of his ass-fucking. Soon, his cock was fucking in and out noisily, his balls banging the insides of her thighs.
"Yes...God, yes," Sherrie gasped, baring her teeth. She scraped them over her mother's exposed clit, then sucked the rubbery nub over her tongue. "Mmmmmm...like it...like this?"
Estelle began pumping her ass back and forth as she screamed out in ecstasy. And each time her daughter's tongue licked farther up her pussy, she felt a thrill that was almost too great to bear. She rocked her upper body back and forth, let her nipples roll over Barney's and Mark's teeth and lips.
"Mmmmmm, this old bag is some hot pussy," Mark said, lowering his left hand to the woman's ass. "Let's see how her shitter feels."
When he jabbed his middle finger fully inside Estelle's asshole, the woman screamed out as if she were on fire. She froze for a second, then began shaking all over.
"FUCK!" she wailed. "God, don't stop! Lick my cunt! Suck me...eat me out...do it all!"
The intensity of her mother's climax drove Sherrie to greater heights of pleasure. And finally, she seemed to come to terms with herself. Strangely enough, she no longer felt shame or humiliation. Nothing but pure, raw fuck-lust.
"Ohhhhh...Mother!" she panted as she rocked her lower body back and forth.
"Do...do it to me," Estelle moaned. "It's so good...Christ, I've never had anything this good before . . . "
While Sherrie's mother writhed in ecstasy, Mark fucked his middle finger in and out of the woman's asshole with growing speed. At the same time, he sucked wildly on her tit as if trying to swallow the rubbery, pulsating nipple. On her other side, Barney was gnawing on her other tit, letting his teeth sink into the delicate tit flesh.
"Move your ass with me," Greg said to Sherrie. "Let's fuck like minks, baby!"
Sherrie seemed to lose all control of her emotions. Hell, if her mother-her own mother-didn't feel any shame, any guilt, why should she?
"Fuck me!" Sherrie gasped, pushing her ass backward to accept the full length of Greg's fucking cock. "God, fuck it to my ass and load me up with hot cum!"
Greg was doing exactly that. He was fucking her ass so hard, his ass was a blur. The room was echoing with the smacking sounds of their bodies hammering together.
"Damn...can't hold back much longer," Greg said, every muscle in his body bulging, glistening with sweat. "So...fucking close . . . "
"Go ahead!" Sherrie screamed into her mother's boiling, climaxing cunt. "Fuck your cum inside my asshole...fill me up and fuck me to pieces, you bastard!"
She felt his cock swell, throb with more intensity. Then, as the molten globs of cum shot from his prick, her climax peaked savagely, filling her pussy with fiery convulsions of total release.
"God!" she shrieked, nipping at the loose folds of flesh that surrounded Estelle's cunt. "Fuck me...fuck me...FUCK!"
"Unh...you cocksucking, ass-fucking whore," Greg groaned, chewing at the back of Sherrie's neck. "Take it...here! Fucking up...here!"
Sherrie gobbled forward as if she were trying to eat her mother's cunt right into her stomach. Never before had she imagined that her own desires could be so deliciously fulfilled. And when she thought the fucking couldn't possibly get any better, it did.
While both women and Greg climaxed, Mark quickly slipped behind Estelle and fucked his cock inside her asshole where his finger had been. The effect was immediate for Estelle. She began screaming and tearing at the chains.
"God...I've never been fucked in the ass before!" Estelle cried out as a mixture of pleasure and pain raced up and down her ass-guts. "God, stuff it to me, you bastard!"
When Mark fucked forward, his balls slapped between Estelle's legs and hit Sherrie's chin. An instant later, he felt his balls bathed in sucking warmth as Sherrie left her mother's cunt and began sucking on his hairy balls.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck her full of hot cum and then I'll suck it out," Sherrie gasped, feeling the churning masses of jism inside the swollen furry orbs.
Another piercing spasm of climax riddled her ass-guts when Sherrie felt the last of Greg's cum steam into her asshole. She fucked her ass backward, then flexed her ass muscles, trapping his prick inside. As his cock molded into her hugging ass membranes, she could feel his surging wads of cum swirl around the pulsating cockshaft.
"Mmmmmmm, so good!" she cried out, licking furiously over Mark's bloated balls. "Don't stop...keep fucking me like this all day."
"Let me fuck her now," Barney said, looking down at Greg's limp form. "My cock feels like it's about to throb off."
Reluctantly, Greg pulled back, letting his rock-hard cock slip from Sherrie's ass. Immediately, Barney dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind Sherrie.
"Want my cock in your pussy this time?" he murmured, reaching around her body for her tits.
"I...I don't care...just fuck me...anywhere...all over," Sherrie replied in a tortured voice.
Barney fucked forward, drilling his rigid cock deeply into her pussy. He held himself there for a few seconds as he squirmed his ass around, then withdrew his cock slowly. When only his cockhead remained inside her cunt, he gritted his teeth and again fucked forward.
"Take it, you cum-gurgling slut!" he cried out, clutching at her tits, digging his long fingers into the silky mounds of tit flesh.
"Yes...fuck me like that! Hard, you bastard!" Sherrie screamed. "Make it the best fuck I ever had."
With a fresh cock in her pussy, Sherrie's energy returned immediately. She began fucking her ass back and forth, sucking on his prick with her flexed cunt muscles.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Barney grunted. "Best pussy in the fucking world."
"Give it to me...fuck it right up to my brains," Sherrie moaned as she licked on Mark's balls.
Greg watched with fascination as Sherrie sucked and pulled on his friend's balls. And just seeing the urgency in her eyes made his own fuck-lust return. He stood beside her and began jacking his cock up and down, holding the end of his cockshaft against her cheek.
Sherrie couldn't imagine anything more wonderful when she felt the silky texture of Greg's prick. She began twisting her head around, first licking on balls, then pussy, then cock. And all the while, Barney was fucking savagely into her cunt, ready to blow his load deeply into her pussy.
"I...I can't stand it!" she cried out, freezing as another massive convulsion of raw pleasure ate into her pussy. "FUCK MEEE!"
As her climax thundered into her body, she felt Mark's balls pull back slightly as they receded. Instinctively, she knew he was about to blow his load, and she felt her throat constrict with a burning cum-hunger that was almost frightening.
"Fuck my mother...fuck her full of cum...so I can lick jizz out of her asshole," she said, her voice shivering with obscene lust.
"No! I...I want his cum all inside my ass!" her mother screamed out, thrashing wildly against Mark's fucking cock.
A couple of seconds later, Sherrie licked fully between Estelle's legs as Mark began fucking his cum into her mother's asshole. Masses of warm, milky cum streamed back into his crotch, then melted over his balls. Sherrie began licking and pulling at his balls as if she were starving.
"Here's some more jizz," Greg said, jacking his cock wildly, rolling his cockhead against Sherrie's cheek.
Sherrie turned her head and gobbled down on his expanding prickshaft. And, even before the pulsating cockhead had fucked between her tonsils, a flood of salty cum splashed the back of her throat.
"Aaaghhhhh," she choked as she munched around the hairy base of his cum-gushing cock. "Mmmmmmffff!"
"Suck my cock, whore...suck me dry," Greg said, pulling her away from her mother. He fell back to the floor, bringing her with him, crushing her face brutally between his legs. "Eat my prick, goddamn you...lick on my cock...forever!"
Sherrie burrowed between his thighs. And each time she twisted her lips around the base of his cock, she was rewarded with a thick splash of warm cum. When she had fallen forward, Barney had gone with her, still fucking his monstrous cock deeply in and out of her cunt.
At last, she gulped down the final glob of Greg's cum, then she felt Barney's jism gush into her pussy, renewing, her fuck-lust. She began screaming and moaning, her eyes closing with satisfaction.
At last, when they all lay in a writhing heap of flesh, Sherrie opened her eyes, waiting for the familiar rush of shame and humiliation.
It didn't come. Instead, she felt fully alive for the first time since Bill had died. She looked up and gave Greg a warm smile.
"Hey, you have a nice smile," Greg said. "First time I've seen it."
"It's been the first time I've felt like doing it," Sherrie said, meeting his gaze evenly.
"You...uh, think we might try to start over?" Greg said.
"I'd love it," Sherrie laughed. "But let's skip the part where we meet in the bar. Let's start with you and me fucking in bed. Okay?"
"You talked me into it," Greg said, lifting her to her feet.
Sherrie lay beneath his huge, hulking frame and closed her eyes and greeted the dawning of a new day.
