One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment." Whether it be cops pursuing robbers or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Jane Sellers, a young bride-to-be, is the victim of such people. Innocent of any crime against man, she nevertheless finds herself kidnapped, held captive, degraded, raped and beaten.
KIDNAPPED AND RAPED BRIDE-is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An ordeal that any of us might face one day.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jane Sellers wanted to watch the movie but her boyfriend had other ideas. He had already moved over the seat and put his arm around her, and now he was blowing hotly against her ear.
Jane squirmed impatiently. She didn't want to hurt Harold's feelings, especially with the wedding only a week away, but she really didn't enjoy kissing and hugging at the drive in.
Oh, she had enjoyed it with some boys. Jane had been the head cheerleader in her high school and she had gone out with only the best-looking footfall players. She had to admit that making out with some of them had been really exciting.
But not with Harold.
Harold was a thirty-year-old accountant who was not that good-looking. Harold had only one thing going for him-money. That was the reason she had agreed to marry him the following Saturday.
If only he wasn't so boring!
Harold kissed her neck and then moved his wet tongue down her neck to the top button of her blouse. She quickly grabbed him by the head and pulled him back up.
"Would you stop that," she said impatiently.
"Come on, Jane," Harold said. "Just a little kissing, baby. What's that going to hurt?"
"Can't you wait until next Saturday? Then you can get anything you want."
"You turn me on so bad, baby," he said.
She was getting a little tired of Harold's groping. He wasn't that sexy and she felt very little sexually toward him. She knew she was going to have to fuck him. Married people were supposed to do that. But he was acting like he was going to die if he didn't get somewhere before Saturday.
"Just a little kiss, baby," Harold said.
She sighed. She figured she wasn't going to see the movie tonight and she turned her head. She kissed his lips. His tongue pushed against her mouth and she drew her head back.
"There you go again," she said.
"You just drive me crazy!" Harold said. "You always drove me crazy. I used to come to the high school and watch you cheer just because you drove me crazy!"
She kissed him again. She knew that a lot of boys had been driven crazy by her cheering. She was a tall, slender, blue-eyed blonde and her body had filled the cheerleading outfit until her mother had thought it would burst. She had seen her mother looking at her grapefruit-sized tits a few times. Her mother seemed awed that Jane's tits could be so full and shapely. Her mother had often warned her that the boys would chase after her. It had taken her a while before she understood.
"Your lips taste good," Harold said.
Harold was trying to push her against the far door and one of his hands was on her shoulder. She had the feeling that his hand was going to start moving down in a few minutes.
"Can't you stop this?" she said. "We're getting married in a week. I feel like a girl on her first date trying to fight off a boy who's all hands."
"I can't help it," Harold said. "I can't keep my hands off you. You make me hurt all over. I need you, baby."
"It's only a week," she said, very frustrated. "You don't want to do anything before we're married, do you."
"It wouldn't hurt anything, baby," Harold said. "It'll make me feel a lot better."
She pushed Harold away but she knew he wasn't going to stay away from her long. It was stupid to keep pushing him away. She also knew she wasn't going to lose her virginity at a drive-in. It had happened to many of her girlfriends and it was painfully uncomfortable, or so she had heard.
"All right, damn it," she said. "If you're that horny we'll go somewhere."
"What?" he asked stupidly.
"You've been trying to do something to me for months and I'm finally telling you that we can do it if you want. All I ask is that you find some kind of nice place. Not some ugly hotel!"
"Do you mean it?"
"Of course I mean it. Let's go somewhere and get this over with."
"I would think that you could be a little romantic," he said.
"Oh damn," she said. "I can't win tonight. Look, do you want to go someplace or don't you? Just answer my question. If you don't then we'll watch the movie. Make up your mind."
"We'll go somewhere," he said quickly.
Harold started the car. He was trembling and Jane was beginning to feel a little sorry she'd agreed. She almost wished she were with one of those football players. At least she would feel some sort of excitement with them. With Harold, it was exactly like she wanted to get it over with.
One thing for sure. Harold had money and he knew how to use it. He didn't take her to some cheap motel. He took her to one of the most expensive hotels in town.
He checked them in and she walked upstairs with him. She could feel a nervous flutter in her belly and she kept thinking about all her girlfriends who had given their virginity away. She wasn't giving it to Harold. She was going to make him pay for it for a very long time.
"Very nice," she said as they stepped into the room.
The room was plush and expensive-looking.
It had a huge bed and softly carpeted floor. It was exactly the kind of room where she would have chosen to lose her virginity.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Harold asked.
"Anything you want, honey?" she answered.
She knew what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes as he came closer and put his arms around her. He crushed her tightly against his chest. His mouth was hot and heavy and he tasted of the beer he'd had earlier.
His arms wrapped around her and his hands rubbed her back. She knew what was happening as one of his hands started sliding down her back. She had always stopped him before. This time she let him do as he pleased and his hand touched the curve of her ass.
"You're so hot and sexy," he moaned. "I never expected to have a chance with a woman like you!"
He was shy about moving his hands anymore. She reached back and took his hand and helped him to slide it down farther. His hand cupped one of the cheeks of her ass.
She had once had another boyfriend who had enjoyed playing with her ass. He was the only one she had ever allowed to do that and it was because it felt good. She remembered that feeling as Harold moved his other hand down to her ass and started squeezing gently.
"Oh, Harold," she moaned. "That does feel kind of nice."
It kind of surprised her to find out how nice it did feel. Her body tingled a little as he caressed her ass. She had a sudden tight feeling between her legs and she clamped her thighs together a little tighter.
He kissed her neck and moved his lips up to her lips. This time she kept her mouth slightly open and she tasted his tongue. He pushed his fat tongue deep into her mouth and began gently sucking on it.
It was crazy but she was beginning to enjoy kissing Harold. Perhaps it was the expensive room or just the feeling of knowing she was going to get fucked, but there was something exciting about this.
"Whew," she said, pushing Harold away. "You're taking my breath away. You're quite a man."
Harold blushed but she could tell that he was pleased with her compliment. He put a hand in her hair and let his fingers stroke her head. He pulled out the pin and her blonde hair fell in a thick mass to her shoulders.
"Everything about you turns me on," Harold moaned.
He kissed her again. This time he wasn't so shy with his hands. He slid his hands down her back and he grabbed her ass-cheeks like he was never going to let go.
He pulled her so tight against him that she could feel the pulsating of his heart. She could also feel the line of his swollen cock inside his trousers so she pushed her hand between them and gently traced his cock's outline with the tips of her fingers.
"Oh shit, baby," Harold groaned.
She had never touched anyone's cock before, although a lot of boys had tried to get her to. Now she let her fingertips trace the length of his cock and it felt different than she had expected.
Her fingertips squeezed his cock. The heat of it seemed to seep right through his trousers and burn her. Harold was really hot!
"You make me feel hot as hell," he moaned. "Oh, baby, I've never been with a woman who made me feel this hot."
"How many women have you been with?" she asked.
"Just a few," he answered her.
She decided not to ask him any more questions. She didn't really want to know. She hadn't thought he had any experience but she understood that man had needs.
"You're not goin to need anymore women now," she said.
"Oh no, baby," Harold moaned.
She led him over to the bed and he sat down beside her and he put his arm around her. His hand moved down her front and cupped her titty mound. She put her hand over his as he started squeezing.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"Oh hell yes," he groaned. "I love that. It feels so fucking damn good!"
His hand squeezed her titty harder. The palm of his hand started rubbing against her nipple. She gasped for breath and pushed her titty a little closer to his groping hand. It did feel good. There was a faint churning sensation in her stomach.
He pushed her back on the bed. She got nervous as his fingers started undoing her blouse. She started to put her hand over his but she remembered that she had already promised him this evening.
He unbuttoned her clothes all the way down the front. His eyes were wide open and horny-looking as he got her blouse undone. He bent down a little closer as he pulled her blouse apart.
She was wearing a black bra that showed off her creamy tits to their best advantage. He licked his lips as he looked at the creamy titty-flesh trying to spill out of the bra.
"like two little puppies trying to break free," he said.
He reached underneath her and again she didn't try to stop him. He unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her. She already had her hands up and the bra slipped off her arms easily.
"Oh shit," Harold groaned. "You are fucking beautiful. Oh shit, you look nice!"
He couldn't seem to get his eyes full enough of her creamy tits. His eyes felt like hands caressing her and when he licked his lips it made her feel wicked.
"I want to taste them," Harold moaned.
"Come on, then," she whispered.
Harold might not have been a very exciting man but he was making her excited at that moment. The churning excitement in her belly was proof enough of that.
He bent his head and she knew what he was doing. His wet tongue brushed across her nipple and she squirmed in pleasure. He opened his mouth and captured one of her nipples. He sucked on it gently, his teeth scraping it slightly.
"Oh yes, Harold," she gasped. "That does make me feel good. Oh yes, that's nice!"
Harold's hand was on her knee. He was still shy but his fingers slowly inched up to the inside of her thigh. She didn't close her thighs together as he probably expected. Instead she opened her legs a little wider and his hand moved all the way up.
He was touching her pussy and she could tell that he didn't believe it. His fingers slowly stroked up and down the lips of her pussy. His fingers felt hot even through her panties.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Harold groaned. "I've dreamed of doing this for so long!"
His fingers found a way into the side of her panties. He pushed his finger against her swollen cunt lips and she shivered. His fingers slowly forced her cunt open and he pushed one finger into her.
"Oh, Harold," she moaned.
He started sucking on her titties a little harder. He seemed to be trying to suck all of her titty inside his mouth. He bit down on her titty-flesh and she moaned softly.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers back down to his swollen prick again. She didn't pull her hand away. She slid her hand up and down his prick and it seemed to be trying to jump out of his trousers. She finally found his zipper and pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside. His sweaty cock was bunched in his tight shorts.
She moved her hand around until she could get her fingers inside his shorts where her fingers touched his sweaty cockmeat. For the first time she wrapped her fingers around a man's cock and slowly carefully, pulled it out of his trousers.
She looked down at Harold's prick. It was long and thick and already there was some cockcream spilling out of the end.
"I'm so fucking horny," he groaned. "Oh shit, I don't think I've ever been so fucking hot!"
She was tired of her clothes so she got off the bed and unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She let her skirt drop to the floor and posed, showing him her long legs. Then she slowly and teasingly worked her panties to the floor.
He was tearing at his clothes. He was like an animal who had never been fucked in his entire life. She had the feeling he wasn't going to last for long once he got his cock inside her.
He was jerking her toward the bed. She rolled over onto her back and he jumped on top of her. His prick felt even bigger as he pushed the knob against her cunthole.
"Be gentle," Jane whispered. "It's my first time. I'm a virgin. Please be gentle."
But Harold was so fucking horny that he couldn't be gentle. He reached beneath her and grabbed her ass-cheeks lifting her high as he thrust forward with his cock. She was wet enough that his cock got partially into her cunt immediately.
His heavy prickhead then came to a stop against her pussy walls. She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him tight against her body. She knew it was going to be painful but she wanted to get it over with.
He thrust hard. His prick broke through her virgin cunt and went deep inside her. There was a violent pain but then all she could feel was how deep his cock was inside her.
"You're in so deep," she moaned. "Your cock is in me so deep. I've never felt it before. I didn't know it could get so deep!"
She had really turned him on and Harold couldn't wait to do all the things a man could do for a woman to make her enjoy it. All Harold could think of was how hot his nuts were.
"Oh shit, baby," Harold yelled. "I'm fucking you. I'm really fucking your pussy. I've been thinking about this for so long!"
He began fucking her as hard as he could, almost driving her ass through the bed. It was not exactly as she had imagined it. She had dreamed of her husband being slow and gentle and awakening new responses in her; Harold was only scratching an itch-his itch.
"You are so fucking good," Harold moaned. "You feel so fucking good. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiit!"
It was so fast that Jane wasn't prepared for it. He was still pumping into her pussy when his prick started squirting thick cum into her. He kept moving in and out and she could feel her virgin cunt being filled with his hot cum. But she felt nothing. There had been some excitement but now all that was gone. Harold might have been able to make her feel it if he had taken his time, but, typically, he had not.
"You sweet baby," Harold moaned.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, baby," Harold answered her. "Oh shit, you were the best I've ever had."
She was pleased by his compliment but she would have been a lot more pleased if she had enjoyed it a little more.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane's plumpish mother put the finishing touches to her wedding gown and then stood back to admire her beautiful daughter. Jane's mother had always told Jane that she was a lot better-looking than she had been at Jane's age, not that her mother was bad-looking.
"You are so beautiful," Marsha gushed. "You are going to make the most beautiful bride ever."
"I appreciate your helping me with my gown," Jane said.
"I only hope you are always happy," Marsha said. "Just remember. Sometimes men are brutes. They don't mean to be but their animal natures take over."
"You're talking about sex," Jane said.
"I guess I am," Marsha said, blushing.
Jane's mother very seldom talked about sex except to refer to it as something she didn't care for very much. Jane had gotten some of that same attitude from her mother, being a minister's wife and all. That was why she wasn't that upset with Harold. The sex part of her marriage wasn't going to be that important to her.
"I'm going to the kitchen and make sure the refreshments are in order," Marsha said. "I'll be back in a few minutes. You just set and rest a while."
"I will," Jane promised.
Jane sat down in front of her mirror and applied the last few touches to her make-up. She studied herself in the mirror for a moment and she thought about what a prize Harold was getting. He was fortunate to have 'til that money.
She heard someone outside in the hallway but she didn't turn her head until her bedroom door opened. Her mother was back early.
Then she glanced up in the mirror and her face froze in horror.
There was a man standing in the doorway of her bedroom. He was a huge man who looked somehow familiar. She couldn't see his face because he was wearing some kind of mask.
"Don't scream," the man said. "Scream and I'll have to use this. I wouldn't like that."
Nobody had ever pointed a gun at her but Jane could see it in his hand. Her first thought was that it couldn't be happening. She had to have drifted off to sleep and was dreaming! This couldn't be happening to her on her wedding day and in her own bedroom.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want you not to scream," he answered her. "And I want you to get up. Stand up straight and hold out your arms."
"What are you doing?" she asked. "This is crazy! There are dozens of people downstairs. This is my wedding day!"
"Hold out your arms in front of you," he said. "Do as I say. I'm a desperate man. Very desperate. I might decide to pull this trigger at any moment."
She stood up and held out her arms, her entire body trembled in terror and anger. She didn't want this to happen but she was aware of the gun as he moved closer.
"I don't know what you're doing," she said. "You'll never get away with anything."
"I'll get away with it," he said.
His other hand held a needle. She didn't see it until the last second and it was too late to pull her arms away. He pricked her arm. Jane didn't feel anything for a few moments but then she started feeling kind of lazy.
He put his gun into his pocket but it didn't seem to matter. He wrapped a piece of rope around her hands and pulled it tight. He took her by the shoulder.
"Now don't you do anything stupid," he said. "We're going to walk down the stairs and out the side door near the pool. Nobody's going to bother us."
She felt like she should be doing something about this but she couldn't collect her thoughts enough to decide what to do. He had his hand on her shoulder and he was guiding her down the stairs. A left turn would have taken them into the kitchen. She could actually hear her mother working there.
There didn't seem to be any reason to call out. He led her through the door and out by the pool. He walked her around the pool and to the side gate. He opened the gate and pushed her out. The redwood fence hid them as he walked her around to the back of the house next door. "Inside," he said.
She walked in willingly and he shut the door behind her. He led her through the kitchen and then through a hallway. He pushed her ahead of him into a room with soft carper on the floors.
It was a strange room. There was a bed in it. One side of the room was covered with a hanging curtain. There were metal rings on the floor fastened in the carpet.
The walls were covered with pictures of her. She couldn't believe it as she looked around. Pictures of her out by the pool in her green bikini, pictures of her in her cheerleading dress, pictures of her dressed in an evening gown. There were even pictures that could have only been taken in her bedroom for she was in her pink nightgown with the roses!
Her head was beginning to clear and she was beginning to get the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
She twisted away from the man who was holding her shoulder. She took another look at him and her head really cleared. Then she knew who it was-her next door neighbor! He had been living next to her since she was four years old!
"Gunther," she said.
"That's right," he said. He pulled the mask off his face and showed her his smiling, handsome face.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she asked. "It's in poor taste. This is my wedding day!"
"I'm afraid you're going to miss your wedding," he said.
Something in his face told her that it wasn't a joke and suddenly she was frightened. Gunther had always been the harmless man who lived next door. Suddenly he didn't seem to harmless.
"I love you," Gunther said. "I need you. I've watched you grow up and I've been hot for you a long time."
Jane tried to dodge past him but Gunther hit her in the stomach. She bent over in pain and he grabbed her arms and forced her down on the floor. He untied her arms and pulled one out to one side. She didn't know what was happening until he clamped her arm down.
"What are you doing? she asked.
He shackled both arms down, clamping her to the floor. She felt silly there on the floor in her expensive white wedding gown. She didn't feel silly for long. Gunther stretched out beside her.
"You are beautiful," Gunther said. "I've been hot for you so long. So hot."
"Please let me go," she said.
Gunther was smiling. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. She turned her head away but she couldn't escape his wet mouth. He clamped his mouth on her lips again and made her shudder. Jane tried to keep her lips together but she could feel the insistent pressing of his tongue.
"Open your mouth, little cunt," he said. "Open your mouth and suck on my tongue."
"I won't," she said.
"You should do what I say," Gunther said. "It'll just make things easier on you."
Suddenly Gunther's face was angry. He grabbed her around the throat and started squeezing until she was afraid she had turned blue. He put his wet mouth over hers again and this time she quickly opened her mouth.
He released his grip as his tongue started pushing into her mouth. He pushed his tongue so deep into the back of her throat that she almost gagged on it. He kept pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth, acting like he was trying to push his tongue down into her belly.
"Nice," Gunther said. "You taste just as nice as I always thought you would taste!"
Gunther pulled the lace away from the top of her gown and his rough-feeling hand touched her bare shoulder. His fingers started tracing a path down her front to the rise of her tits.
"You've got a nice big pair of tits, baby," he told her. "They're big and beautiful. I like a nice pair of tits!"
She couldn't believe this was happening. She struggled to be free as his big hand moved down her body. He cupped her titty with one hand and squeezed until it hurt. At the same time he slid his other hand underneath her.
"I love you all over, baby," he said. "Nice tits. Nice ass. You're wasted on that Harold creep!"
Gunther squeezed her ass-cheeks and it sent a quick little shiver through her. Gunther was treating her like an animal and she was surprised by the way it aroused her. She closed her eyes and fought down the feelings.
She wouldn't let this animal excite her.
"Fucking beautiful," he groaned. "Let's see what you fucking look like underneath!"
Her beautiful wedding gown was not much protection. He put his hands in the top of her gown and he ripped it downward. The flimsy satin material gave way and he ripped it as far as he could and then he undid the buttons the rest of the way down. He pulled the two wrecked halves of her gown apart.
She had on a white frilly bra, white panties, and a white garter belt with flimsy white stockings. It was a very sexy outfit and she had intended it for her husband. She was sick at the way Harold looked at her and licked his fat lips.
"I've never seen anything so fucking nice," Harold groaned.
Harold lowered his head and kissed her mouth. Jane remembered that hand around her throat and she opened her lips at the first touch of his tongue. This time he rammed his tongue deep into her throat and nearly gagged her. She started sucking on his tongue because she knew that was what he wanted.
Both his hand moved up to her titties again. He grabbed both her titties and held on hard. He squeezed until she thought she was going to pass out from pain.
"Oh shit," Gunther groaned. "I've got to see those fine titties. I've got to see them!"
He reached underneath her and ripped open her flimsy bra hooks. He couldn't pull it off because her hands were tied. Instead he just pulled the bra cups up around her neck.
Her shapely tits were freed to his hungry eyes. She didn't want her nipples to get hard in front of him but she could already feel them starting to get achy and swollen.
"Fucking beautiful," Gunther groaned.
"You've really got a pair of tits, baby. A fucking nice pair of tits. That fucking Harold couldn't appreciate them properly."
He bent down and his red tongue felt rough and wet against her titty. He slowly sucked her nipple into his mouth, his lips tightening around the rigid tip. He pulled his head back and let his tongue brush across her throbbing nipple.
"You even taste fucking good, baby," he said. "like fresh meat. Fucking sweet meat!"
He slid his tongue over to her other nipple and slowly sucked that rigid nipple into his mouth. His mouth opened wider and he was trying to suck even more of her hot titty. His teeth started nipping at her and it made Jane ache all over. It was almost like she had some kind of fever. Harold had not made her feel like that.
"Don't do this to me," she moaned.
His mouth slipped away from her titties. He started licking down her soft belly to the top of her panties. She gasped as his tongue slipped inside her panties and licked at her silken cunt-hairs. She had earlier put perfume on her cunt-hairs and she knew he could tell.
"Your cunt even smells beautiful, baby," he said. "You're so fucking nice!"
His tongue kept rubbing back and forth over her silken cunt-hairs. He pushed his tongue in a little deeper and found the top of her cunt lips and slid his tongue back and forth there.
"Oh, don't do that," she moaned.
He raised his head, grinning at her. She saw him take something from his pocket-a knife! She could feel her heart pounding in horror as she watched the knife come closer.
"Don't cut me," she begged. "I'll do anything. Don't cut me."
"I won't cut you yet, baby," he said. "As long as you're a good girl. As long as you do what you're told."
"I'll do it," Jane whispered.
She was really scared of him now. He used the knife to cut away her flimsy panties. He had her legs spread wide and he put his hand on her cunt. He was squeezing her cunt and that made her shiver.
He pushed a fat finger up into her cunt and started moving it around. He shoved another finger into her cunt quickly. His rough fingers rubbed against her clitty and it made her wiggle with pleasure.
"You fucking love it, bitch," he said. "I know you do. You're a fucking cunt who loves it!"
Another finger slipped into her cunt.
Gunther was shoving his fingers in and out and she closed her eyes. She tried to think of other things but it was hard to do. His fingers made her feel things she had never felt before.
"Damn you," she whispered. "You're sick. This is sick. You're an animal!"
He took his fingers out of her and stood up. She opened her eyes to look at him. She knew she should look away but she couldn't. He was undressing. He tore his shirt off and he had a huge, meaty chest covered with hair.
He slid his trousers down and kicked out of them. Then his shorts. She looked at his huge prick with alarm. She had never dreamed that a cock could be that big! It looked like it would make two of Harold's cocks and it was covered with blue veins, the huge cockhead pulsating with heat.
"You like it, bitch?" Gunther said. "I'm going to give it to you. I've been dreaming of giving it to you for so fucking long!"
Gunther knelt down between her legs and slowly lowered himself down on her body. He flattened her big tits with his massive chest. His hips moved forward and his huge cock-head pressed against her cunt lips. He moved a little and his huge cockhead seemed to stretch her cunt lips apart.
"You're going to get it, bitch," he said.
"You're going to get every inch of my big cock!"
He stabbed his prick into her halfway. Already she was stuffed by cock. It seemed like his cock was going to come out her ass and break her in half!
Gunther shoved again and his throbbing prick slid all the way into her. His balls slapped her hard. He was all the way inside her. His throbbing prick seemed to fill her entire body.
"Oh fuck," Gunther moaned. "It feels so good and tight, bitch. I've dreamed about this for so long. It feels so damn nice."
Gunther began fucking her in hard, deep strokes and it sent shivers all through her body. She fought against the feelings. She thought about all the horrible things she had ever heard in her life. It did some good, but she didn't know how long it was going to last. There was something about his cock that made her feel like an animal.
Jane knew she had to do something. She couldn't just stay there and give him the opportunity to light her fires. She had to get it over with quickly so she started bucking her ass up against him. She was ashamed of herself but it had to be done.
Her titties rubbed savagely against his chest as she bucked up. Her nipples felt even harder and she could feel her juices starting to flow down her creamy thighs.
"Come in me, you bastard," she groaned. "Come in my pussy. I want to feel it inside me!"
Gunther seemed to lose control at the things she was saying to him. He gave a cry and he started fucking her harder. It was like being beaten to death with a club but it was still making her feel things she didn't wish to feel. She knew that if Gunther lasted much longer, she was going to be in trouble.
"Come," she whispered. "Shoot your wad, you bastard!"
"You bitch," he groaned. "You're making me come. Oh shit, it feels good. So fucking good. Oh shit, it's nice. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiiiit!"
He rammed her as hard as he could and his prick seemed to grow bigger inside her and then started exploding in a dozen different directions at once. Her cunt was flooded with cum. She couldn't see how any man could have so much. He kept sliding his cock into her until the last few drops had filled her.
He looked at her and smiled. "You beat me that time, bitch. I was too horny. But you'll feel it. I'll make you feel the need before I'm through." Jane hoped he never would.
CHAPTER THREE
Jane awakened in a dark room. Her body was sore and tired and she lay there for a moment listening to the sound of the clock ticking. She finally opened her eyes and looked around. It was not a nightmare. She was still in the same room.
"Oh damn," she said softly.
She fought back the tears knowing tears wouldn't do her any good now. She moved a little and found that her hands and her legs were still tied down on the floor.
She heard the key in the lock and the door opened. Gunther came in, looking cheerful. He brought her breakfast on a tray and put it down on the floor beside her. He undid one hand so she could reach it.
"You're not going to let go?" she said.
"Of course not," Gunther said. "We're just beginning. You have a lot of potential."
"I hate you," she said.
"You hate me now," Gunther said. "Someday you will love me and the things I do to you."
"Never," she said. "I hate it and I'll always hate it. Just like my mother."
"Your mother?" Gunther looked surprised, and then he grinned wickedly. "So your mother tells you she hates sex and that makes you hate it too?"
"That's not what I meant."
"I think it is," Gunther said. "Oh yes, I think it is. But you'll learn better. I promise you."
"Never," she insisted.
Gunther seemed to be considering what she had said for a moment then he smiled again. He got up and left the room and for a moment she thought all the lights had come on at once. Then she realized that Gunther was pulling back the heavy curtain that covered one wall. She found herself looking into Gunther's living room.
"This is a one-way mirror," Gunther said out loud. "You can see and hear me but I can't see or hear you. I have to make a phone call and then I think you'll enjoy my little surprise."
Gunther went over to a corner of the room and made his phone call. He spoke softly and Jane couldn't hear a thing. Gunther hung up the phone and then sat down on the couch. He seemed to be waiting for something or somebody.
He seemed to wait for a long time before there was a timid knock at the door. He looked at Jane and he smiled. He got up and went to the door and opened it.
"Hello, Marsha," he said.
Jane nearly jumped off the floor. It was her mother looking pale and worried. She looked right and left before she stepped through the door.
"I can't believe you called me," she said. "I can't believe it. Not at the moment."
"What's wrong with the moment?" he asked.
"My daughter's missing. Nobody can find her. She's been missing since yesterday."
"Maybe she decided that she didn't want to get married after all," Gunther said.
"I can't believe that." Marsha did look worried about her daughter.
Jane was screaming and yelling but they couldn't hear a word she was saying. Finally she gave it up.
"I can't stay," Marsha said, still standing by the door.
"Why did you come?" he asked.
"I couldn't believe you'd call me again. It's been a year and you haven't even looked my way."
"I had other interests," Gunther said.
"Yeah. That cute redhead I saw coming in and out of your house all hours of the day and night."
"You were spying on me?"
"Of course not."
"I think you were. I think you were interested in what I was doing. Or who I was doing it with."
"That's not true. I don't even like you very much. I'm going to have to leave now."
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Marsha."
"You have?"
Marsha had put her hand on the door as if she was actually thinking about leaving. But there was something holding her back. Jane had no idea what it could be. She didn't even understand why her mother was here.
"I've been thinking about you a lot," he said. "I've been thinking about chewing on your tits."
"Don't talk like that," Marsha said.
"I've been thinking about your tits and your ass. It makes me hard just thinking about those tits and the way you moved your ass for me. You want to feel how hard it is?"
"Please don't do this to me," Marsha whispered.
"Why not? You liked it before. You used to scream when I put my big cock in your cunt. What's the matter? Don't you like it anymore? Maybe you're telling me the truth. Maybe you do want to leave. All right, then. Go ahead and leave."
It took a moment before Marsha answered. "I don't want to leave."
Jane just could not understand what was going on. This was the mother she had respected all her life. Her dumb mother who would have fainted from shock at a dirty word in a movie. The same woman who was now listening to the sick filth coming out of Gunther's mouth.
"Come over here," Gunther said, patting the couch.
She walked to the couch like a zombie. Jane didn't want to watch but she couldn't take her eyes off it. Her mother sat down beside Gunther and Gunther put his arm around her. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear.
"You're filthy," Marsha said.
"I know. That's what you love!"
Suddenly Gunther put his hand behind Marsha's neck and he turned her face toward his. He kissed Marsha hard on the mouth. Jane half expected Marsha to jump up screaming. Instead the tension seemed to seep out of Marsha's body and she pressed herself closer against the big man.
"Oh hell," Marsha groaned. "I know it's wrong. It's wrong but no man ever made me feel the way you do."
Gunther kept kissing her, slowly pushing her backwards on the couch. He slid his hands underneath her and started squeezing her big shapely ass. It hadn't taken much to turn Marsha into some kind of moaning animal.
Jane couldn't believe it was her own mother she was watching! Her mother was acting like a whore.
"Let's get on the floor," Gunther said. "You know how I love to fuck you on the floor. It makes you feel like the slut you are."
"Oh Gunther," Marsha groaned.
Marsha allowed him to pull her down to the floor. His big hands moved up to grip her titties and Marsha groaned savagely as his hands squeezed her titties. He kept rubbing his hands back and forth over the twin mounds until she was crying out in delight.
"Take them out, Gunther," she gasped. "Oh shit, I act like a whore when I'm around you."
"You are a whore, baby," Gunther said. "You know you'd fuck anytime I wanted you. You'd spread your legs in front of your husband in church if I wanted it."
"Oh yes," she moaned.
Gunther grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it all the way down the front and revealed her plump tits. Her tits filled her lacy black bra.
"Don't tear my clothes," Marsha begged.
"Shut up, you fucking cunt. I'll tear your fucking clothes off and send you home naked if I want. I'll walk your ass down the street naked and you won't complain."
"No," Marsha groaned. "I won't complain."
It was so hard for Jane to believe this was happening. Her mother was acting so differently from the way she had always acted.
Jane was feeling a tingling sensation in her cunt as she watched her mother's squirming body. It was even crazier to think that she could get turned on watching something this sick.
"Take those fat tits out," Gunther said. "Do it now, damn you!"
Marsha was frantically reaching underneath her to get her bra unsnapped. She couldn't seem to wait to get her tits freed. She got the hooks undone and she pulled the bra off. Her shapely titties popped out of the bra cups.
"Big fat titties," Gunther said. "That's what I like. Big, fat titties!"
Gunther jerked the bra off of her. He was practically drooling as he brought up his big hands to cup her titties. He leaned over and let his tongue caress one rigid nipple.
"Oh, Gunther," Marsha groaned. "Nobody ever made me feel the way you make me feel. It's so good!"
Jane thought she was going to be sick. Her prim and proper mother was behaving like an animal! Marsha reached up for Gunther's head and tried to pull his face closer to her titties.
"Suck me," Marsha groaned. "I want to be sucked. Please suck my titties. It makes me feel so good!"
Gunther opened his mouth. He slowly sucked part of her titty into his mouth. He bit down and Marsha squirmed with pleasure. He drew back his head and let his tongue run back and forth over her ripe red nipple.
"You make me so fucking crazy," Marsha screamed. "I've never been with a man like you. It makes me crazy!"
Jane wanted to shut her eyes but she couldn't. She kept watching every lurid detail. She was having strange feelings. She almost wanted to touch herself as she watched her mother behaving this way.
Gunther's head started moving from one luscious titty to the next. He was sucking and kissing. He made loud noises as his mouth worked and Jane knew it was for her benefit.
Actually, Gunther didn't have to do anything to make her feel crazy. There was already a tingling sensation going all the way through her body. Her thighs were getting wet from her leaking juices. She wanted to block everything out but she couldn't.
"Suck them harder," Marsha moaned. "Bite me, baby!"
Gunther growled as he sucked her titties. His head drew back and Jane could see the tip of his rough tongue licking her mother's nipple. Marsha was squirming all over the floor like a wild woman.
"It feels so good," Marsha groaned. "Oh shit yeah. You don't know how good you're making me feel!"
Gunther drew his head back again. He kissed her mouth and his hand slipped up to her thighs. Marsha didn't protest. She opened her thighs wide and let his hand slip up between her thighs. He started moving his hand around inside her thighs and Marsha groaned.
"That's it," Marsha moaned. "Play with my pussy. It makes me feel good. Play with my fucking pussy!"
Gunther pulled his hand away but only long enough to pull her skirt up above her thighs. Jane gasped. Her mother had known what was coming and she hadn't worn any panties!
"Spread your legs open wide," Gunther said.
Marsha spread her legs open wide and Gunther covered her pussy-hole with his big hand. Jane could see his middle finger sliding into her pussy. He started moving his finger in very quickly and Marsha was squirming all over the floor in pleasure. Finally he took his hand out from between her legs. He had a funny smile on his face as he placed his broad hands between her legs and spread her legs even wider. He bent down and pressed his lips against the entrance to her cunt.
"You know what that does to me," Marsha moaned. "Oh shit, you know that makes me crazy!"
He only laughed as he pressed his face tightly against her cunt. Jane couldn't believe what she was seeing. His tongue slid into her mother's cunt and she could actually see his tongue moving.
"Play with my ass," Marsha groaned. "You know how I love for you to put your finger in my ass!"
Gunther slid his hands underneath her and his big hands lifted her off the floor. He started moving his head and Jane knew what he was doing-he was shoving his tongue savagely into her mother's cunt.
Marsha slid her hands down on top of his head, pulling at his hair. Her body had already moved all over the living room rug and she was trembling all over.
"I'm getting so close," Marsha groaned. "So fucking close."
"Not yet, babe," Gunther said.
Gunther took his head out from between her legs despite the way she protested. He rolled over onto his back and took her hand, pressing it to his bloated cockhead.
"Show me what I've taught you, baby," he said. "Show me how you can suck cock!"
Jane could feel a dryness in her throat as she watched. Her mother put her hand on his cock and caressed the length of his prick with her long fingers. She was shaking as she finally pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand inside and pulled out his cock.
"I love your cock," Marsha moaned. "You don't know what you do to me when you keep it away from me!"
Marsha closed her fingers around the base of his cock. She began moving her hand up and down and Jane watched his prick get even bigger.
Finally Marsha bent her head down and touched her tongue to the swollen head of his prick. She licked all over the head of his cock and then opened her mouth a little wider. She started sucking his big cock into her mouth.
"Oh yeah, Marsha," he groaned. "That's what I like. Now you're making me feel fucking good!"
Marsha's lips got wider as she started sucking even harder at his big prick. She was taking his prick deep inside her mouth, bobbing her head. She would bring her head back all the way and then cram his cockmeat back into her throat again.
He finally pulled her head away and finished undressing himself. Then he pushed Marsha over onto her back, spreading her legs wide as he moved over her.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked her.
"I want your big cock," she moaned. "I want your big cock inside me bad!"
He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her off the floor. He pushed his cock between the lips of her pussy and gave a soft cry as he rammed his prick all the way into her tight pussy. Marsha began moving her ass immediately.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "I love your big cock. Fuck me good. It makes me feel good!"
He began to fuck her with deep, savage thrusts. He drove his prick all the way inside her and she cried out with pleasure. He pulled back a little and drove it into her again. Then his ass began to move like a stroking piston.
"Lift your legs, cunt," he said. "Wrap them around my back!"
Marsha lifted her plump legs and locked them tightly around his broad back. He began to plow into her pussy even harder. There was a look of pure animal pleasure on Marsha's face.
"I'm going to fucking come," Marsha screamed. "Oh shit, your cock feels so good inside me. I'm going to fucking cum. Shiiit!"
He rammed it into her harder as Marsha's body started twisting all over the floor. Marsha kept groaning with pleasure each time a spasm shook her body. Finally she seemed to relax completely.
"Keep moving that ass, baby," he groaned. "Don't you stop. Keep moving that fucking ass!"
She kept jerking her ass as she took his rock-hard prick deeper inside her. Now it was Gunther's turn to make gasping noises as he rammed her pussy. His swollen prick was going deep inside Marsha each time he rammed home.
"Oh fucking shit," Gunther groaned. "Fucking shit. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shiiiit!"
He took his prick out of her suddenly and his thick white cum started splashing all over Marsha's belly and tits. Jane wanted to stop watching but she couldn't. She knew that Gunther was doing it for her benefit, showing her just how depraved her mother was.
Jane wondered if she was going to end up like her mother, crawling on a floor and begging a man for more cock. Jane hoped not, she really did.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane couldn't eat her breakfast after her mother left. She didn't think she would ever eat again. She saw Gunther smiling as he closed the curtains and left her in the dark again.
Music started playing automatically. It was soft, soothing music but she didn't think it would put her to sleep if that was his idea. Nothing would. She was angry and hurt and confessed.
Gunther came back into the room. He had put on his shorts and she was glad of that. But she wasn't glad he had a needle in his hand. He bent down and pricked her arm slightly.
"You didn't sleep well last night," he said. "This will make you sleep for the rest of the afternoon. I hope you have nice dreams. I have plans for you tonight."
She went to sleep worried about those plans he might have for her. She didn't have any dreams, at least she couldn't remember them if she did. She opened her eyes and she didn't even know how long she had been asleep.
He must have known exactly when she was going to wake up because just then he came into the room holding another tray. She was hungry but she wasn't going to eat. He could make her do lots of things but he couldn't make her eat.
"I'm going to let you sit up and then walk around a little," he said. "Maybe I'll let you sleep on the bed tonight if you're a real good little girl."
"You go to hell," Jane said.
"Such language from such a pretty young lady," Gunther said. "I don't like to hear it."
"I don't give a damn what you don't like," she said.
Gunther's hand came around in a savage swing and nearly took the top of her head off. She was dizzy for a moment. He bent down and unhooked the chains that held her arms and legs. He carefully picked her up off the floor.
"Just walk around a little," he said.
She walked around with him holding her. He was gentle now and it was like he hadn't hit her at all. Sometimes he didn't seem like the same man. Her body ached more than she thought it ever could. She had to stop for a moment or two. Then the strength started returning to her arms and legs.
"Have some of the roast beef," he said. "It's very good. Just enjoy your food for a moment."
He had made a serious mistake and she spotted it immediately. He had also brought her a cup of hot coffee. It was sitting on the edge of the tray.
"I think I am hungry," she said.
She trembled as she sat down on the edge of the bed and he gave the tray to her. She picked up the black coffee and took a sip. She pretended to be enjoying the taste but she was actually waiting for him to come closer.
He got close enough and she moved quickly. She flung the contents of the coffee cup directly into his face. He screamed in pain and covered his face.
She ran past him and heard him screaming at her as she darted through the door and into the hallway. She turned left and found herself in the living room. She reached the door in a moment but she couldn't get it open.
"Oh damn," she said.
She felt panic as she fumbled with the knob but she couldn't get it open. She finally gave it up. There had to be a back door and she was sure she would have better luck with it.
Gunther was standing in the doorway she had just come through. He was still holding his face and she dodged past him and ran down the long hallway. She entered the kitchen. The back door was half open. She couldn't believe her luck.
"Come back here, bitch!" Gunther screamed.
She rushed through the back door. She tried to remember what the back of Gunther's house looked like. She knew it was wooded, but she also remembered the gate she had come through. She could get back into her own back yard quickly. She reached the gate in just a few seconds, but just a few seconds was already too late. She was reaching for the gate when she heard the sound of his heavy breathing behind her.
She dodged around and his big hands just missed her. She started running in the other direction. In a few moments she was in the wooded area behind the house.
"Come on back, honey," she heard him scream. "You'd better come back."
Jane didn't answer, she just kept running. She had grown up in this area but somehow she couldn't remember where she was. All she knew was that she had to keep running.
She was going through a really woody area now. Trees were almost reaching out for her and she was being scratched by branches. Finally she had to stop. She listened for sounds and she heard nothing.
She took a couple of deep breaths and she tried to remember exactly where she was. She remembered that she could reach the road just by walking off to the right. She breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't catch her now. She was free.
She turned in what she thought was the right direction. Then, abruptly something heavy hit her in the back and knocked all the breath out of her. She suddenly found herself on her knees shaking her head to clear the cobwebs.
"Bitch!" Gunther said. "You stupid bitch. You burnt me. You hurt me. I'm going to make you pay for that, bitch."
Gunther was shaking with anger. He grabbed her arms and smashed his fist into her stomach. She bent over double and he smashed his fist into her stomach again. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. He turned her around and let his hand slap against her ass-cheeks.
"You stupid bitch," Gunther said. "Stupid bitch!"
"I'm sorry," she moaned. "Oh shit, I'm sorry."
"Not half as sorry as you're going to be," Gunther said.
Gunther jerked her hands behind her and he wrapped her arms tightly. He forced her down to her knees and smashed her face against the ground.
He reached down and unzipped his trousers. He fished out his hard, throbbing cock. He didn't give her any time to get ready for it this time. He was like a savage animal that had been burnt and wanted revenge.
"You fucking bitch," he moaned.
He slammed it into her hard and she gasped because his prick went into her moist pussy so deep. He left it inside her without moving for a moment then he pulled it out of her. She was surprised. She had thought he was going to fuck her hard.
"No, not me," he said. "Not this time. You deserve something else and I know what."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson," he answered her.
Just the sound of his voice told her that Gunther was still shaking with anger. He grabbed her by her hair and jerked her to her feet. He started pulling her back toward the house and in a few minutes he had reached the front door.
He took her inside and turned before she was ready for it. His huge hand knocked her back against the cabinets. He took an empty soda bottle out a carton on the floor.
"What are you doing with that?" she asked.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, bitch," he said "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
He looked mean as hell as he took her back into the bedroom. He knocked her down on her back and tied her down to the bed with her legs spread open wide. He was still naked and his cock was hard as rock and dripping cum.
He sat down beside her, rubbing the tip of the bottle down her belly and jabbing it at her navel. He moved it a little lower until the bottle was rubbing at her pubic hairs.
"What are you doing with me?" she asked. "What are you going to do with that bottle?"
"Haven't you ever been fucked by a bottle before?" he asked.
"Oh no," she whispered.
He was laughing at her. He brought the bottle between her legs. It felt cold and she tried to jerk away. She wasn't afraid of the bottle hurting her. It was just that she didn't want to be degraded this way. It seemed so sick.
"Don't do this to me," she whispered. "I'm sorry I did that. I was just hurt and scared. Don't do this to me."
He wasn't listening. He had a wild gleam in his eye as he brought the bottle between her legs. He pushed the tip of the bottle against her moist cunt.
"I knew this would degrade you," he said. "I bet you were the type who never played with her own pussy!"
He shoved half the bottle up into her cunt and moved it around inside her before he shoved it a little more. The thick part of the bottle was at her cunt. He kept moving it around.
It was the strangest feeling June had ever had. The cold glass was rubbing against her clitty, sending funny little shivers through her. She could see his angry face. He was right. She knew she was learning a lesson she wouldn't forget.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really am sorry. I won't do anything like that again. I mean it!"
He started working the bottle in and out of her cunt. She knew she was going to throw up, and yet there was still that same sensation of aching deep in her pussy.
He took the bottle out of her cunt and she breathed a sigh of relief. He brought the mouth of the bottle back up her body and up to her mouth.
"Lick your own juices off," he said.
She looked at him in shock. He dropped a hand between her legs and started squeezing. She felt the quick pain in her pussy and it was a funny feeling mixed with everything else she was feeling.
She opened her mouth and he shoved the coke bottle into her lips. She had to suck her own juices off. She sucked and licked the coke bottle until he was happy it was clean.
He brought the coke bottle back down her body and placed it between her wide open thighs. This time he wasn't gentle as he crammed it into her cunt. He drove it deep and made her squeal with surprise.
"This time you're going to fucking get it, cunt," he groaned. "This time you're going to get really fucked!"
He started ramming the bottle in and out of her cunt and her cunt started getting wet from dripping juice. She didn't like the sensations going through her. She was fighting the feelings but it was hard. Just the edge of the bottle rubbing against her cunt was making her shiver with pleasure.
He put his other hand underneath her and started playing with her ass-cheeks. He spread one of her ass-cheeks with his fingers and suddenly rammed a finger up into her ass-hole all the way to his knuckle.
"How do you like that, baby?" he asked her. "How do you like having that finger up your ass?"
"I don't like it," she whispered.
"Oh yes you do, baby," he told her. "You just haven't admitted it to yourself. You love being treated like an animal!"
Jane tried to twist away but he kept cramming the coke bottle deep into her cunt. She felt the edge of the bottle rubbing against her clitty, sending funny sensations through her body. She was glad when he finally took the coke out.
"Now let's see if you're ready for a real cock, baby," he said. "Let's see if you're ready to take a real big cock!"
He let his weight down on top of her and she felt crushed by it. He moved up slightly until his swollen cockhead was rubbing against her cunt.
"Do you want it, baby?" he asked her.
"No, you bastard," she answered.
"Then I'll give you the bottle back," he told her. "Would you like that?"
"No, please," she begged.
"Then tell me you want it, baby," he told her. "Beg me for that big cock of mine. Beg me.
It sickened her to do as he asked but she could see no way out of it. She didn't want that bottle back inside her cunt again. She started moving her ass a little.
"I want your cock," she said. "I want your cock inside me. Not a damned bottle. Do it to me!"
He moved forward only a little and let his cock rest halfway inside her. She had already been turned on by his savage treatment and now there was an itchy excitement running all through her cunt.
"Sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. This time I'm going to give you all my cock!"
He didn't put his cock inside her yet. Instead he rubbed his fat cockhead up and down the entrance to her cunt until she was dripping with juice. Then he reached underneath her again and lifted her half off the bed, stuffing a pillow underneath her ass.
He took his hands out from underneath and cupped her titties for a few moments. His hot hands made her ache, she couldn't deny that. He gave her an itchy pleasure as he caressed her.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," he said. "I'm going to make you remember me for a long time."
Jane couldn't say anything as he slowly pushed his prick all the way into her. His balls rested against her ass-cheeks and it seemed like his big cock was filling her even more than before.
"I'm going to make you a whore like your mother," Gunther said. "I'm going to make you beg for my cock!"
"Never," she whispered.
He only laughed as if he knew it wasn't true. She was trying not to think about her mother and the things she had seen her do. It was disgusting! It was also frightening because she kept thinking that she had those same feelings inside herself.
Gunther stopped playing with her tits. He raised himself up and pulled his cock halfway out of her. Then he slammed his prick back into her with such force that it took her breath away.
"Now I'm going to fucking show you, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to wear your fucking ass out!"
She had never been fucked as savagely as she was about to get fucked. Gunther was angry but he was also horny as hell. He wanted to make her feel his cock all over her body and he almost did.
He started fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts. It felt like his cockhead was going all the way through her and tear a hole out her ass-hole.
"You are a sweet bitch," Gunther groaned. "You have a sweet fucking pussy!"
Gunther didn't care about her needs. He wasn't trying to get her hot this time, she could tell. He was simply trying to get rid of his bitter anger by driving into her harder with each powerful thrust.
"Feel it, bitch?" Gunther said. "Feel my cock! I fucked your mother and I'm fucking you. I'm going to make you love it just like your cunt-faced mother!"
It didn't seem possible but he seemed to be ramming her even harder. His heavy balls made loud slapping noises as he fucked her. His cock and balls seemed thicker and heavier.
"Fucking cunt-face," he groaned. "I'm going to fill up your fucking pussy this time. I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. You fucking cuuunt!"
This time Gunther rammed her deep and stopped. His big prick got even bigger inside her and the first few drops filled her cunt and then he started spurting thick wads of cockcream. She kept moving her ass because she didn't want him to get angry at her. She moved it as fast as she could and she very slowly drained his cock completely dry. Finally he gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his cock out of her.
"You fucking bitch," Gunther said. "You hurt me a little. Well, you'll pay for that."
"How?" she asked.
"The same way you've been paying for it. You're going to pay and fuck and suck my cock until I'm tired of you. Then I'm going to turn you over to whoever I please!"
Jane shuddered at the thought. She tried to think of some way to convince him to let her go, but she couldn't. Then he was gone and she was left alone in the dark.
She was wondering what was going to come next.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gunther still looked angry when he came into her room the next morning. He was holding a bundle wrapped in brown paper but she couldn't see what it was. He kept a careful eye on her as he undid her arms and her legs.
"You're going to take a shower now," he said.
"Please, won't you let me go?" she begged him.
"Everybody's looking for you," Gunther said. "They all want to find you but they're helpless until I let you go. Now do as you're told."
Again her arms and legs were sore and painful to move. He helped her into the shower and stood near while she scrubbed and soaped herself. Jane kept scrubbing herself for what seemed like hours and he watched. She finally felt clean and she got out and dried herself off.
This time she ate the breakfast he had prepared for her. She was half starved and she found out that Gunther was a good cook.
Gunther took her back to the same room. He clamped his big hand on the back of her neck and squeezed until she felt the pain all over her body.
"On your knees, little cunt," Gunther said.
She fell down on her knees and Gunther fastened a leather collar around her neck. He attached a silver chain to the collar. The chain was long enough to reach the brackets in the wall.
"This way you can move around," Gunther said. "But you won't be going very far. Not far at all."
He laughed as he sat down on the edge of the plush bed. He was holding the bundle and looking at it as if it were something magic. She could feel a choking sensation all over her body.
"What's in the bundle?" she asked.
He dropped the package at her feet and she bent down and undid the string. She was surprised as she opened the bundle. It was her cheerleading outfit from high school. It was the one that was supposed to be hanging at the back of her closet. She looked up at him.
"How did you get this?"
"From your mother," he answered her. "She gave it to me when I told her that I liked cheerleaders. She offered to put it on for me. She did, in fact, but she won't look as good in it as you will. Put it on for me."
"I won't," Jane said.
"You will do exactly as I say," Gunther said. "I'm not a patient man and I'm mad at you already. Do what I say."
"No!" she said.
Gunther smiled and she didn't like the look of it. He stood up and took off his heavy studded belt. He folded it and slapped it against the palm of his hand.
"How long has it been since your daddy whipped you for being a bad girl? A long time, I think. It's about time you learned to be obedient."
"You wouldn't dare," she said.
She had underestimated Gunther. He would do anything he wanted. His eyes were angry as he walked toward her. Jane backed away as far as the chain around her neck would allow.
"One last time," he said. "Are you going to put it on?"
"No," she answered.
He swung the belt savagely and it hit her leg. She gasped at the quick pain that shot through her body. He changed hands and brought the folded end of the belt across her ass-cheeks. That hurt like hell and she tried to wiggle away but she soon found out that there was no getting away from him.
She could move all around him but she couldn't escape from him and all the time the belt kept swinging. Finally the pain was getting really bad and she found herself sobbing for breath.
"Stop, damn it," she moaned. "Please stop."
"When you agree to do as I want," he said. "I'll put it on," she said. "Damn it. I'll put it on."
"That's better," Gunther said.
Gunther's voice was soft again. He put his belt back on and it was like nothing had ever happened. He walked over to the bed and stretched out on top of it, his hands behind his head.
"Go ahead," he said.
So many things had happened to her lately. It seemed crazy that she would rather be naked than put clothes on. Yet, it seemed that she would be even sexier if she put the clothes on. Still, she had no choice.
He hadn't brought her any under things. She pulled the sweater with the big letter A stitched across her big tit. Then she pulled on the skirt and zipped it up. She had to sit down to put on the knee socks and tennis shoes. When she finally stood back up she felt even more naked than before.
Gunther produced a small radio and he turned it on. She quickly realized it wasn't really a radio but a tape recorder. There were sounds on it. Music and cheering. It was a recording of one of her football games.
"What do you want now?" she asked.
"I want you to do some cheers for me," Gunther said. "I want you to do some cheers just for me."
She thought it was stupid but she knew he was serious. He wanted her to do some of her old high school cheers. She had no choice. She started doing one of the simple ones that required little dance steps. She was very aware of her titties bouncing underneath her sweater as she moved. She could taste sweat on her lower lip. Always she had enjoyed doing this. It had been kind of a sexual performance for the men, but now she was fighting the feelings of pleasure.
"Yeah," Gunther said. "Move your ass. Dance for me."
The cheering and the music seemed to spread warmth through her body and she danced faster. She was feeling sweat on the inside of her thighs and she moved closer. It was a mistake because Gunther had already lost control of himself.
"Come here, bitch," he yelled.
He grabbed her and pulled her to the bed. She was sitting in his lap and he was rubbing his swollen prick against her ass-cheeks. He kissed her mouth and she realized that he was really turned on. He had lost control of himself. This was probably some sort of fantasy come true for him.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned.
His mouth was very wet as he kissed her mouth and started stabbing his tongue into her lips. She found herself wiggling a little. She had been fighting the feelings for hours but now they were spreading through her body like a burning fire.
"Damn you," she whispered.
She was kissing him back. She was pushing her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her tongue against his. Her ass was squirming a little faster against his stiffened cock.
"You like it, baby," he said. "You like my cock. I told you that you would like it."
It was the wrong thing for him to say. She started fighting those feelings again and she made her body cold. She tried to move away from him but he held her firmly.
"So you're still playing the original ice bitch," he said. "Well, I've got other plans for you."
He pulled her sweater up and over her head so that she was left in only the skirt. He bent down and his wet lips touched her nipple gently. He took one of her hard nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it.
"Don't do that," she said. "Oh, you fucking bastard!"
She didn't like it at all. She could feel the spasms of pleasure going through her as he sucked. It made her nervous. She kept trying to push his head away.
He let her push him away and he took her hand and pulled it down to his prick. She moved her hand away. She still had a lot of resistance but this time it was only going to get her in serious trouble.
"Fucking bitch," he said. "I'm tired of fighting with you."
He swung his hand hard. Jane tried to duck out of the way but she couldn't escape. His hand caught her along the cheeks and knocked her onto the floor. He grabbed both sides of her head and spread his legs wide, jerking her face up between his legs.
"You know what you're going to do now?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"You're going to suck my cock, cunt. You're going to suck my cock until I come. I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth and you're going to swallow it."
She had never heard of anything more disgusting. There had been things like that written on bathroom walls at school but she had never actually considered the possibility that someone might really want something like that.
"I couldn't do that," she said. "You are going to do it," Gunther said. "You're going to start by licking my cock."
"No," she said.
Gunther reached down and grabbed her by her hair. He twisted the strands of her hair around his fingers. She tried to move away but she was too slow. He jerked her head back and she thought her neck was going to snap.
"Lick it, bitch," Gunther said. "Lick it, or I'm going to break your fucking neck!"
"I'll lick it," she whispered.
She couldn't stand pain. She would agree to almost anything to keep him from hurting her. Gunther released her head and she bent over his cock again. There was a nervous feeling in her stomach as she looked over his hard cock.
She had seen it before but never this close. She could see it pulsating and she thought about what it was going to taste like when she put her tongue against it. She hoped she could stand it.
She moved her head closer and pushed her tongue at the end of his cock. Her tongue tasted his cockmeat and she drew her head back. She was frightened of it. She was trembling all over because she didn't want to do it and she was afraid not to.
"Lick it, cunt," Gunther groaned. "Take it in your fucking mouth and lick it all over!"
Again she let her tongue run over the swollen cockhead. She let her tongue run back and forth until she was tasting his salty cockmeat and she could feel the tension going up in his body.
She could feel her heart pounding as she bent her head lower. She started using her tongue around the ridge of his prick. Her tongue licked all around the rigid crown. She drew her head back and licked her lips.
"Lick it all over, bitch," he said. "You know you enjoy it. Lick my fucking cock all over!"
She bent her head again and started licking the underside of his prick. She licked all the way down to his big balls then pulled her head back and licked up to his crown again. Her tongue licked every inch of his big cock all the way between his balls and his throbbing cockhead.
"You're doing all right now, bitch," he groaned. "Now you're fucking doing what I want!"
She opened her mouth a little wider this time and somehow got his swollen prick into her mouth. She captured his prickhead on her tongue and kept it there.
She knew she couldn't keep it there forever but just the feel of his swollen cockhead frightened her. She took a deep breath and started sucking a little.
His throbbing cock went inside her mouth and slid over her tongue and into the hollow of her mouth. She held it there for a moment, his hot throbbing prick seeming to be sending powerful throbbing motions through her.
"Your mouth is nice, bitch," he told her.
"I'm going to teach you to give fucking head. I'm going to make you the best fucking head giver of all time!"
Her body shook. He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing a little more. She felt his prick being forced into the back of her throat.
"Suck it, bitch," he told her. "You can take it. Suck every inch of my swollen prick. You know you can take it. Take every fucking inch of it!"
He kept shoving his cock savagely into her mouth, shoving until his rock-hard prick was at the back of her throat. He pulled back a little and then rammed his cock between her lips again. He gave one more shove and his prick seemed to go all the way into the back of her throat. She tasted a little of his dripping cum.
"Now you've got it, cunt," he said. "I've got my fucking cock in your mouth. See, you can take it, baby!"
She thought she was going to choke. She had trouble breathing around the enormous cockmeat inside her mouth. She tried to pull her head back but he wouldn't allow her to.
He was going to make her do as he wanted. He grabbed the back of her head a little harder and she could smell the strong aroma of his salty cockmeat.
"Do it, bitch," he said. "Suck it, bitch. I want you to tajce it in your mouth and suck the shit out of it."
Jane had no choice. She opened her mouth slightly and again took the head of his cock on her tongue. She could feel him pulling at her head and she had to open her mouth wider. His swollen prickhead was on her tongue.
She could feel the pounding all through her body. Some of his salty cum bubbled out onto her tongue and she swallowed it feeling the jism going all the way down to her belly.
"That's what I want, bitch," he said. "Now take it a little deeper. I could fuck you in the mouth all night. Come on and suck it good!"
He jabbed his hips forward and his cock went a little deeper into her mouth. His swollen prick was about halfway inside her mouth and he was moving it around in a wide circle. He was making her taste his cock as she'd never tasted anything before. A couple of times she thought she was going to gag but she somehow held on.
"Just keep sucking, babe," Gunther said. "You can do it. Take it deep and suck like that. Oh shit, that's nice!"
His cockhead pushed against the insides of her cheeks and she closed her eyes and sucked a little harder. His prick went in deeper until almost all of his cock was inside her mouth.
"That's what I fucking like," he groaned. "Oh shit, that does feel good!"
He began fucking her mouth. He kept his hold on the back of her head and he started moving his hips. His fat cockhead moved over her silken tongue and into the back of her throat. She kept taking quick breaths as he pulled back.
"This is what I fucking like," Gunther groaned. "I'm going to teach you to like it. You're going to give head like a fucking whore. You're going to be great at it, bitch!"
He slid his hands down to fondle her tits. She didn't draw back. He no longer had to push his hips because she had established a slow rhythm using her head.
Jane was taking his prick deep inside her mouth and then slowly pulling her head back. She allowed her lips to tighten around his cockflesh and she kept using her tongue and teeth to add to his excitement. She didn't know why but she wanted him to enjoy it. It was a crazy mixture of fear and pleasure. He was completely her master at that moment.
He moved his hands back to her head and took two good handfuls of her hair and started directing her head a little faster. Already the cum that dripped into her mouth was getting thicker. She knew he was getting very close.
"I want you to swallow it, bitch," he said. "I want you to swallow it all. I want you to swallow every fucking drop. Shit, bitch. Oh fucking shiiiit!"
Gunther rammed her mouth hard and his prick went all the way inside her mouth and she could feel the tension in his balls. His cum started splattering off the roof of her mouth and she had to swallow quickly to keep from gagging but she still couldn't get it all.
His cum started dripping out of the corners of her mouth. He had so much fucking cum that it was filling her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing until he finally pulled his prick out of her lips. He was still coming a little and his cum wet her face and around her mouth. He finally took a handful of her hair and started wiping his half hard cock.
"You did good, baby," he said. "You really did good. I told you that you were a natural. You're going to be the best fucking cock-sucker in the world!"
All she knew was that she would be tasting his slimy cum for a long time.
CHAPTER SIX
Jane knew that Gunther was still very angry at her and yet he was acting amused by something. He brought her breakfast to her that morning and she had to eat. She was famished.
"You need a shower," he said. "Or maybe a nice, long bath. I'll run it for you and you can soak while I make some phone calls."
"What phone calls?" she asked suspiciously.
"You should learn to trust me," he said.
"I hate you," she said.
He shook his head sadly and took the breakfast tray away. Then he went into the bathroom where he filled the tub. He walked her to the bathroom and then shut and locked the door behind her.
Jane had nothing else to do so she soaked for a long time. It made her feel almost human. She got out and dried herself off and combed her hair out. She was just about finished when Gunther came for her.
Gunther took her back over to the bed and he made her stretch out on the bed in a spread-eagled position. He tied her arms and legs down.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You're going to see a show this morning," he answered.
"I saw one of your shows and I didn't like it," she said.
"You liked it. It excited you. It made you hot and you enjoyed it. You'll enjoy this one because you'll be in it."
"In it?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he answered her.
She didn't like the sound of that. She watched Gunther open the curtains so that she was again looking into the living room. Gunther shut the door to the bedroom and went out front. Again he had to wait a little while but finally there was that same timid knock on the door.
"Come in," Gunther said.
It was Marsha again. She was dressed in a very pretty skirt and fluffy white blouse. It was a Sunday outfit and Jane realized that her mother had been in church.
"You're crazy," Marsha said, flustered. "You can't expect me to come over on a Sunday morning. My husband will expect me to be cooking dinner soon."
"I needed you," he said.
"You can't expect me to come over every time you call."
"Then leave. I won't call you again."
Jane could see the indecision going through her mother's face. Her mother did not want to leave. It was the last thing she wanted to do. She was afraid of what her husband might do but she was also afraid that Gunther really wouldn't call her back.
Jane didn't understand why Gunther was doing this again. He had already proved that he could make her mother behave like a whore. He didn't have anything else to prove.
And Jane couldn't believe that Gunther was that interested in her mother's body. Gunther had Jane in the bedroom and he could do anything he wanted to her.
"What do you want?" Marsha asked.
"You know what I want," Gunther answered. "Come over here and sit down."
Marsha walked over and sat down beside him. Gunther didn't grab her right away. Instead he reached down and picked up a book off the table. He handed it to Marsha and Marsha's hands trembled as she held the book. She opened it to the first page.
"This is disgusting," Marsha said.
"Look at every picture," Gunther said.
Gunther reached over and casually pulled up her mother's skirt. He put one hand on her naked thigh as she kept looking through the pictures. Marsha's face flushed with excitement and fear.
"Why are you making me look at these?" Marsha asked.
"I thought you might be interested."
"In women together? I'm not interested in anything like that. It's disgusting."
Gunther's face clouded over with anger. He got up and walked around the room without looking at Marsha. Jane knew he was acting. She wondered why her mother couldn't tell. But Marsha looked as if she was frightened that she had upset him.
"What's the matter?" Marsha asked. "I haven't made you angry? I'll look at your book."
"I want you to do more than that," Gunther said.
"I don't understand," Marsha said.
"Those pictures. I'd like to see something like that. I've always wanted to see something like that."
A look of horror came over Marsha's face. She looked actually sick. She swallowed and shook her head. Jane was proud of her. Her mother wasn't going to go along with anything like that.
"You mean with me and another woman?" Marsha asked. "Yes," he answered.
"No," she said firmly. "I couldn't do that. Not ever. I couldn't do that even for you."
"All right," Gunther said softly. "I won't ask it. I won't ask anything out of you anymore. Why don't you go home to your husband and fix his dinner?"
"You mean right now?" she asked. "But I thought... I mean, I thought you wanted to do something."
"You stupid cunt!" Gunther said. "I want a woman who's willing to do anything for me. I can find those women. I thought I'd give you another chance. But you don't like it, so I'll find another fucking cunt. A cunt who knows her place."
"Please don't make me leave," Marsha begged.
Jane hated seeing her mother so humiliated. There were tears in her mother's eyes as she begged Gunther. Marsha dropped down on her knees and wrapped her arms around Gunther's legs.
"Please don't make me leave," Marsha said. "Please don't. I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Yes," Marsha said. "I'll do it if you want!"
"You're making me hard, baby," Gunther said. "You're making my cock hard just thinking about it!"
Marsha moved her face around until she pressed her cheek against his rigid prick. Marsha seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She turned her face so that her lips pressed the big bulge in his trousers.
"You know I'll do anything for you, baby," Marsha said.
Marsha slipped her hands up to his big cock and started rubbing his prick through his trousers. Gunther groaned. Marsha's fingers found his zipper and she pulled it down. She slipped her hand inside the small opening and released his cock.
"Your cock is so beautiful," she said. "It makes me shiver all over just to look at it. It makes my pussy hot!"
Marsha lowered her head and licked gently at the swollen prickhead. Her tongue moved around the crown and then she slowly licked the swollen crown into her mouth. She had her eyes closed as she deep-throated the big cock, keeping it deep inside her throat for what seemed like a long time.
"You do give good head, baby," Gunther said. "You make me feel fucking good!"
Marsha seemed determined to satisfy him. She started moving her head up and down and using her lips to suck at him tighter. Her tongue was moving around in her mouth as she sucked him.
"That's enough, baby," Gunther said. "That's enough for right now. You get undressed now."
Marsha looked frightened but she nodded her head. She got up and started undressing as Gunther left the room. Gunther came into the bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Jane asked. "You don't think my mother's going to do anything to me, do you? Not even you can make her do-that."
"You're right," Gunther said. "She wouldn't. But she's not going to know it's you."
Jane started to say something else but Gunther had stuffed cotton into her mouth and wrapped a strap around her face so that she couldn't say anything above a whisper.
"That's just to keep you quiet, honey," Gunther said. "I don't want you yelling out to her!"
Jane wondered how he was going to keep her mother from seeing Jane but she soon found out that he had it all prepared. He was holding a kind of mask when he walked back into the living room.
"What's that for?" Marsha asked, alarmed.
"You're going to put this on. Don't worry. It will just cover your eyes. You'll be able to do plenty of work with your tongue and lips."
Jane was silently pleading with her mother not to put that mask on. She knew what it would mean. Gunther had planned everything down to the last detail. She could tell her mother that it was Jane, and her mother wouldn't be able to see what she was doing.
Marsha put on the mask. Gunther adjusted it and it was obvious that she couldn't see anything.
"This is silly," Marsha said. "Why can't I see?"
"I have my reasons," Gunther said.
Gunther took Marsha by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Jane frantically jerked at the bonds that held her. She tried to speak to her mother but she couldn't say anything.
"Sit down here," Gunther told Marsha.
Marsha sat down on the edge of the bed. Marsha gave Gunther her hand and Gunther directed her fingers to Jane's titty. Marsha gave a soft little gasp as her fingertips came into contact with Jane's nipple.
"Do you know what you're playing with?" Gunther asked.
"Yes," Marsha answered. "Another woman's titty."
"That's right," Gunther said. "Now I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. You take your time and play with this young woman. Have fun with her."
But Gunther didn't leave the room. Instead he moved away and stood watching. He had his arms folded and a smile on his face. Jane struggled to be free of the bonds that held her. She was frantic, especially as her mother's fingers slowly stroked her nipples.
"I don't know who you are," Marsha said. "I don't care. Your tit feels nice!"
Jane could only make noises as her mother put both her hands on Jane's titties. Marsha's fingers stroked the nipples until they were both red and swollen.
"You don't talk much but that's all right," Marsha said. "I can tell that you're interested!"
Marsha kept stroking Jane's titties. Finally Marsha lowered her head and licked at one of the swollen nipples. Gunther made a sound of encouragement and Marsha kept licking.
She opened her mouth and took the hot pink nipple into her mouth. Jane felt so strange with her mother's lips on her nipple. She wanted to move away but she also wanted it to continue. It was sending wild feelings of pleasure through her body.
"Nice," Gunther said. "You're making her hot now. Suck her a little harder!"
Marsha's mouth opened wider. She was sucking harder at the sensitive titty-flesh. Jane knew it was sick for her to enjoy it but she still couldn't help it. Her body was shaking with excitement-including her pussy.
Marsha's hands came up Jane's body. She started gently caressing one of Jane's nipples while her hungry lips sucked on the other. Gunther was evidently enjoying himself. He was rubbing his prick as he watched the action.
"Fucking nice," Gunther said. "This is going to be a great party. A fucking great party!"
Gunther moved closer to the bed. He started putting his hands on Marsha. She groaned and squirmed in pleasure. Her lips started to chew at Jane's tits.
"See, baby?" Gunther said. "See what happens if you're a good girl? Anything can happen!"
Marsha only sucked harder while her hands still played with Jane's body. Jane was no longer trying to twist away even though she still thought what she was doing was sick. Instead she found herself pushing a little closer. It was making her feel good.
Her mother made sucking noises and that seemed to make Jane hotter than before. She shivered a little and Gunther put his hand on the back of Marsha's head and pushed down.
"Suck her really hard," Gunther said. "You know you're enjoying the taste of titty. Now suck her really hard!"
Marsha's mouth opened wider and she seemed to be trying to suck all of Jane's titty inside her mouth. At the same time her teeth began clamping down a little harder. Jane started raising up so that she was pushing more of her titty into her mother's mouth.
"The little bitch loves it," Gunther said. "That's the way to suck her titty. It makes the little bitch love it!"
Marsha's lips sucked harder and her tongue and teeth started working furiously on Jane's titty-flesh. Jane wanted to scream out for her to stop, but at the same time she wanted to grab the back of her head and hold her still.
"That's the fucking way," Gunther said. "Just keep doing that and I'll make you feel good!"
Jane could see what Gunther was doing. He had walked behind Marsha and now he had started stroking her pussy lips with his fingers. Finally he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy and started working them in and out.
Marsha had to stop for a moment. It was really feeling good to her and she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing.
"Don't stop, cunt," Gunther said. "I want you to eat that fucking titty. Suck it up. Don't stop!"
Marsha quickly moved her head back to Jane's titties. She started sucking at Jane's tit a little harder. Marsha's spit was dripping out of the side of her mouth and wet her creamy titty-flesh. Marsha moved her face away, easing her lips down the front of Jane's body.
"That's the fucking way," Gunther said.
"Now you're getting the idea. That's the fucking way!"
Marsha's lips moved all the way down to Jane's navel. She started pushing her tongue into Jane's navel over and over. Jane licked her suddenly dry lips. She knew what was going to happen and she knew she couldn't stop it. She wasn't even sure she wanted to stop it.
Marsha's lips went down all the way until her mouth was against Jane's cunt. She moved her lips up and down for a few moments and then moved a little farther down. She spread her legs as wide as she could.
Jane knew it was wrong and she shivered as Marsha's tongue stabbed into her pussy. Jane had the feeling that her cunt wasn't the first cunt her mother had ever eaten. Marsha seemed to have a talent for it as she started moving her tongue around.
"Mother fuck," Gunther groaned. "I'm hotter than hell. I'm going to give you what you want now!"
Gunther's cock had never looked so big before. Jane's eyes widened as she saw him placing his prick against her mother's cunt. He savagely drove it into her pussy. Marsha's tongue started to slide in and out of Jane's cunt.
Marsha's tongue found Jane's clitty and Marsha began sucking the hot little clitty into her mouth. She kept the clitty inside her mouth for a few moments and then spit it out. Then Marsha started ramming her tongue into Jane's cunt with the same hard thrust that she was getting fucked by.
It was happening to Jane. She could not control herself. Her body seemed to be getting torn apart and she started bucking up, screaming against her gag. She could hear Marsha making swallowing sounds as she kept sucking Jane's cunt.
Gunther started ramming harder and harder. He was driving his prick almost through her body. He reached around and grabbed her tits and held on tightly.
"Oh shit," Marsha moaned. "I'm going to come. Oh shit, your cock's making me feel so good. Oh shiiit!"
Marsha started coming with wild shudders. At the same time Gunther took his prick out of her. He moved up her body and held his prick over Jane's face. Jane knew what was going to happen as he took Marsha's hand.
"Beat me off on her face," Gunther said.
Marsha's fingers began moving fast. She moved her hand up and down the length of his cock. Gunther turned red in the face. Jane just kept looking at his prick even as the first few drops of his cum struck her cheek.
"Mother fuck," Gunther shouted. "Oh mother fuck. I'm blowing my wad. I'm blowing my fucking wad. Oh fucking shit. Fuck!"
He held his prick closer to her face and his prick exploded with thick jism that ran down her cheeks and dripped to her chin. He moved so that some of his cum splashed against her tits. Then he pushed Marsha's head down and made Marsha lick his cum off Jane's titties.
"There," he said quietly. "That's the way I like for you to look, baby. Covered with my fucking cum!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
He left her alone in the darkness all that night and it gave her plenty of time to think. It was obvious that her mother hadn't always been the sweet woman she pretended. Her mother had evidently done some wild things in her youth or she wouldn't have so willingly agreed to do these things now.
So the things she had told her had been lies. Her mother was little more than a hot-blooded whore. It made Jane wonder about herself.
She had those strange feelings and perhaps she was also hot-blooded.
She had finally drifted off to sleep after what seemed like hours. In the morning Gunther awakened her with her breakfast. Again she ate like she was famished.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Gunther asked.
"It was sick," she said.
"But you enjoyed it. Each time it gets a little harder to fight off those feelings, doesn't it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Your pussy gets hot," Gunther said. "It got hot last night. So hot you almost came. Maybe you did. I'm not sure. I had my cock in your mother's cunt and she was going crazy so I couldn't think about you!"
Gunther took the tray away and climbed onto the bed with her. He licked his lips as he looked down at her gorgeous body. Immediately she felt a stirring between her legs. She was sure he couldn't be thinking about fucking her this early in the morning, but it disturbed her to be looked at that way.
"Maybe you'd like to see some movies?" Gunther said.
"What kind of movies?" she asked.
"I'll show you."
Gunther got up. It took him only a few minutes to set up for showing a movie. He turned off the lights and climbed back onto the bed with her. He punched a button to start the reel and the movie came on.
"These are a few home movies," Gunther said.
The first woman in the movie she recognized immediately-her mother again. Marsha was posing for the camera as she played with her pussy. She had her plump thighs wide open and she was shoving fingers into her wet cunt.
"Your mother's the type who loves to do anything for me," Gunther said. "That's because your father doesn't fuck her enough. You marry that Harold and you'll be in the same boat."
The movie changed. Another young woman. A woman that Jane didn't recognize. She was on her hands and knees and Gunther was fucking her in the pussy. Gunther was bringing his cock way out of her pussy and then slamming it back into her again.
"A friend of mine," Gunther told her. "Her name's Sarah and she's quite a fuck. She'd fuck anything."
The movie changed and it proved that the young girl would fuck anything. Jane gasped as she watched the young woman sucking Gunther's cock while a dog crawled up on her from behind. The dog's red cock was pounding into the young woman's cunt.
"That's disgusting," Jane groaned.
"Is it?" Gunther asked. "Well, I bet you find all these movies disgusting."
The movie kept going and Jane gasped again because this time she did recognize the woman-Mrs. Jonathan Richmond. She was one of those classy-looking dark-haired women who made all of the society pages. She didn't look so classy at that moment as she was sucking on Gunther's cock.
"All of the women like me," Gunther said. "They all get turned on by my big cock. I think you'll like it if you would just give yourself the chance!"
Gunther's hand stroked her hair and then moved down her front to gently stroke her nipple. She shivered a little and he took his hand away.
"I think you'll especially like these next shots," Gunther said.
The screen went dark for a moment and then lit back up. Jane thought she had been shocked so much that she couldn't be shocked anymore. She was wrong. She had known Gail Goodwin for all her life. Gail was a tiny, blue-eyed blonde who was very soft spoken and very educated.
There was no doubt that it was Gail on the screen. Gail was down to her bra and panties and she looked scared. Her hands were tied behind her. It took Jane a moment but she also recognized the room Gail was standing in. It was the same room that Jane was in.
"You kidnapped Gail?" Jane said. "You couldn't have. Nobody ever said anything."
"You don't remember when Gail went away to the mountains for two weeks?"
Jane remembered. It had been a surprise because it was in the middle of summer and Gail had just vanished. Her mother had told her that Gail had gone away to the mountains. Gail would never say anything about her trip when she returned and Jane had stopped asking.
"You can't mean you brought her here and you did anything to her," Jane said. "You can't mean that."
"Watch the screen."
Gail was cowering near the bed when Gunther came into view. He wasn't wearing anything but his shorts. It was obvious that Gail was scared to death. She seemed to be begging Gunther to do something, but Jane couldn't hear the words.
Gunther hit Gail and knocked her backwards. He stepped forward quickly and grabbed her by her hair. He turned her around and forced her down on the bed. He quickly tore her bra and panties off then reached down and freed his huge prick.
He put one hand on the back of Gail's neck so that she couldn't move around very much. His other hand guided his prick up against her snug cunthole.
Gail was screaming and trying to pull away but it did no good as Gunther started forcing his big prick into her cunt. He gave a shove and Jane could see half his prick sliding into her cunt.
"She was a virgin piece of ass," Gunther said. "She was tighter than shit. I could hardly get it in!"
Gail had stopped struggling. Now Gunther gave another hard shove and his prick tore through her virgin walls and went deep inside her. He pulled back and Jane could see that his cock was red with her virgin blood.
Now Gunther started plowing her young pussy with his big cock. Jane didn't like the thought of watching but she couldn't tear her eyes off the screen. There was a slight tingling in her pussy as she watched. She wasn't surprised when Gunther pushed his hand between her legs.
"You like my movie?" Gunther asked.
"No, damn you!" she said.
"I think you do," he said. "I think your pussy is getting a little wet right now!"
Gunther was humping Gail a little harder. Gail wasn't enjoying it but it was obvious that Gunther was. He slammed Gail harder and harder and there was a look of sudden pleasure on his face.
He jerked his cock out of Gail's cunt and his prick started spurting hot jism all over Gail's ass-cheeks. Gail was twisting and squirming as the hot cum covered her. She looked sick to her stomach. At that moment Jane was feeling far from sick to her stomach. Her body was shaking with pleasure and Gunther knew it.
"Yeah," he said. "You really do like my movies!"
He shoved a finger into her pussy and started moving it around inside her. In a few moments she was moving her ass slightly. She damned him with every breath but her pussy was responding.
"I wonder how hard your clitty is," he said.
His finger found her clitty and rubbed across it. She thought she was going to go out of her mind. Her body shook and her juices started running down the insides of her thighs.
"Oh yeah," he said. "You do like that. I thought you would. It makes me feel nice!"
He rammed another finger up into her wet cunt. He started moving those fingers around inside her pussy until she couldn't seem to stop moving.
"I'm going to fuck you good this morning," Gunther said. "I've got a hard-on that would choke a whore!"
Gunther tore at his clothes. He was like an animal coming at her. He covered her body and his swollen prick pushed up against her cunt. He slid his hands underneath her ass and lifted her high off the bed. He thrust his cock inside her cunt with one savage stroke and Jane was filled to the limit by his big cock. Her cunt was stretched. He was laughing as he pulled back and then rammed into her again.
"You like this, bitch?" he moaned. "You like having Gunther's big cock filling your pussy?"
"Go easy," she whispered. "Please, a little easier."
But this morning there wasn't going to be anything easy about Gunther. He gripped her ass a little harder as he began to plow her pussy. He was rubbing his cockhead back and forth against her clitty each time he rammed into her and his cockhead seemed to be going deep inside her belly.
"I'm going to treat you like a whore, baby," Gunther moaned. "That's what you are, anyway. A fucking whore!"
He stabbed a finger into her ass-hole and started moving it in and out of her ass-hole with the same hard rhythm of his prick. Her juices started leaking down his cock and wetting her thighs.
"You fucking big-assed bitch," he groaned. "You sweet big-assed bitch. I'm fucking you good now!"
He took his hands out from under her. He slid them in between them and started stroking her titties. His fingers seemed fiery as they stroked her tits and rigid nipples.
"Move that ass, bitch," he said. "Don't stop moving your fucking ass. Move your hot ass!"
She started moving her ass for him and it wasn't just because he was making her. There was a growing excitement in her pussy that she didn't understand. This man was an animal. She knew she was supposed to hate him for what he was doing, that she wasn't supposed to feel anything but disgust. Still she kept feeling the sweet aching pleasure.
"Keep moving that fucking ass, baby," he told her. "Lift it fucking high. Get it up there high!"
Jane started bucking her ass off the bed as she took his prick really deep inside her. At the same time she started tightening up on her cuntwalls.
"Yeah, you know how to fuck," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. Those shows did turn you on."
He crushed his weight down on top of her, his massive chest almost crushing her titties flat. He started fucking her harder and faster and she could feel some of his cum dripping inside her.
"Oh damn," she moaned. "I don't want it to happen but it does feel good!"
"Of course it feels good, bitch," he groaned. "You know it feels good. You love a fucking cock!"
His prick was making loud noises as he plowed her pussy. She could feel the steady rhythm of his slapping balls. He plowed her a little harder and she knew she was nearly there. She tried to fight it off but the feelings just kept coming back. She couldn't win this time.
Gunther knew he had her at the breaking point and he suddenly pulled his prick out of her wet pussy. She tried to lift her ass to get him to push it back inside her again. He wouldn't. Instead he pressed his cockhead against her pussy entrance and started moving it up and down.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked.
"I want to hear you beg for it, bitch," he answered her. "I want to know that you need it."
"You can't make me beg," she whispered.
He laughed as he kept rubbing his prick up and down the entrance to her snug pussy-hole. She kept fighting the disturbing feelings but she knew it was a losing battle. He could make her beg, he could make her do anything he wanted.
"Just put it in me, damn you," she moaned. "Just get it over with. I'm not a whore!"
"Yes, you're a whore, bitch," he said. "A good for nothing cunt with a hole between your legs. Come on and let me hear you beg. Just beg and I'll give you all the cockmeat you need!"
He kept rubbing his prick up and down her pussylips and it was driving her crazy. There were shuddering vibrations going all through her body. For the first time she really needed to be fucked. She needed it bad and there was no way she could keep fighting those feelings off.
"Give it to me, please," she said. "I can't help needing it. I want it. Oh, please, fuck me.
Gunther laughed at her then. He moved forward slowly and his huge prick was half filling her. He didn't move and she couldn't stand that. She raised her ass as high as she could and his thick prick went all the way inside her.
"You bastard," she moaned. "Oh shit, I need that. I've never needed anything so bad!"
He slid his hands underneath her and he grabbed hold of her ass-cheeks hard. Then he started stabbing his prick into her over and over again, his heavy balls slapping her loudly.
She gave herself up to the feelings of pleasure. She knew she couldn't fight it anymore and she didn't try. She was behaving like a whore but it no longer seemed to matter. All that mattered was the sweet sensation of his cock filling her.
"Give it to me harder," she moaned. "Harder. I love it so much. Give it to me harder!"
He started ramming her harder. It was like he was trying to drive her ass through the floor and she loved it. She swallowed as she felt the first few spasms going through her body. For a moment she was tempted to hold back and then she realized it was already happening.
"Oh fuck," she cried. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to come. Oh fucking shiiit!"
She screamed again and again as the sweet sensations of pleasure filled her. She had never liked it so much. She started bucking her ass up off the floor as high as she could and her juices seemed to explode out of her cunt.
He stopped fucking her and he waited until all the pleasure spasms had gone through her body. He pulled out of her cunt just slightly and rubbed his cockhead up and down for a while. He drove it back into her savagely and stopped again.
"There, baby," he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You know you loved it!"
"You bastard," she said.
He only laughed at her and started fucking her again. This time he fucked her in a relaxed way as if he had all the time in the world. She could feel some of his cum leaking inside her.
He reached down, untied her legs, and started lifting them. She sighed as she raised her legs and locked them around his broad back. His prick seemed to be sliding even deeper inside her cunt.
"You make my prick feel good, baby," he said. "You make my cock feel like it's on fire!"
He started fucking her harder. He slid his hands between their bodies and played with her titties. Somehow she found herself responding to this man even now. She was moving her ass for him.
He started fucking her with deeper thrusts. His prick seemed to be growing inside her and she started keeping her cunt tight as she took his cock deep inside her.
"I'm going to blow my wad, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your cunt. You bitch. You sweet, big-assed bitch!"
He rammed her harder and his prick started spurting wetly. She was getting used to the feel of his wetting cum and she found herself pushing up and squeezing her cuntwalls together so that she could get all of his cum inside her. She didn't even mind when he pulled his prick out of her and pressed his cock against her belly. She felt the rest of his cum dripping on her belly. She squeezed her cunt together again.
"You are turning into a whore," he said.
"No," she whispered.
But she wondered if it was true.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane was awakened in the middle of the night, or at least it seemed like the middle of the night. The curtains had been opened and she could see out into the living room.
Gunther was having a party! He was sitting on the couch drinking beer and there were a half-dozen couples in the room. She saw some people she knew. Gail Goodwin and her boyfriend Jerry. She had never liked Jerry very much but she knew they were supposed to be married.
She also recognized Paul Richards and his young wife. Paul worked at the grocery store. He was a manager and he was another of those people she didn't like very much. He was about forty and he spent his life chasing after young girls. He had been a dirty old man even when she was younger.
She didn't recognize any of the others until her eyes had gone around the room a couple of times. Then she recognized Art Reid over in a corner by himself drinking a beer.
There were few people in her life that she could say she honestly hated and Art Reid was one of them. He had gone all through school with her and he was one of those big boys who had always frightened her.
She remembered a time on the playground when she had been in grammar school. Art had followed her outside and had grabbed her suddenly. He had dragged her into a dark place between the buildings and he had started putting his hands all over her. He only let her go when she agreed to kiss him full on the mouth.
It was disgusting and she had hated him ever since.
She remembered that there had been other times when Art had brushed up against her in the hallway or had copped a feel when nobody was looking. She had never been able to stop him from doing that.
Now she wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the way it looked. It was giving her some uncomfortable feelings. She watched Gunther bring out the beer and everyone appeared to be having a good time.
Then she noticed Gunther in the corner talking to Art. Art grinned and nodded his head. She followed Art with her eyes as he left the living room. She somehow expected it when the door to her bedroom opened and Art walked in.
"Hello, Jane," he said.
She didn't know what to say. She was filled with panic. She could feel shivers all over her body as Art walked over to the bed and looked down at her. She was covered with a blanket and she was happy about that. Yet, she knew that the blanket wouldn't cover her for long.
"How have you been, Jane?" Art asked.
"You know how I've been," she answered him. "You must read the papers. I've been kidnapped by this man."
"There's nothing about a kidnapping in the paper," Art said. "Everybody knows that you just didn't want to marry poor Harold and you left town. You'll be back."
She realized that it was going to be just like it was with Gail. Nobody was ever going to know what happened to her unless she made a big deal out of it. And she wondered if she would. It wouldn't be nice to have all those things in the paper and having to go to court and all that.
"I understand you've been showing Gunther a really good time," Art said. "I've always wanted you to show me a good time like that. From the time we were small."
"I know that," she said.
"You always treated me like dirt," he said. "You never had time for a normal guy like me when you were dating all those football players, and then you come up and get engaged to a twerp like Harold. I can't understand it."
"I never treated you like dirt," Jane said.
"You treated everybody like dirt until you thought you could get something out of them. You treated all the football players and the big shots nice, but you were a bitch to everyone else."
"That's not true!"
"It's true. You were a fucking bitch who didn't care about anyone's feelings. I guess it's kind of different now."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you have to care for my feelings right now. You see, I kind of own you right now. You're going to have to do exactly as I want."
"You won't do anything to me, will you?" she asked. She put on her best pleading voice. She really hated this young man. All she could think of was that she didn't want his hands on her. She felt her skin crawling at even the thought of it.
"Of course I am," he said. "I wouldn't miss a chance like this."
"You could go to jail. I know Gunther thinks he's going to get away with this, but he's not. He's going to go to jail and you'll go along with him if you do anything."
"I don't think so," he said.
There was a look of pure hot lust in his eyes. Jane wanted to close her eyes and block out the sight but it was like something evil looking at her.
"Please don't do anything to me," she begged him. "I didn't mean to treat you badly."
"It's too late, bitch," he said.
She couldn't stop him from reaching down and tearing the blanket off her.
His eyes grew wide with lust as he stared down at her naked body. Her big shapely tits seemed to ache even more as he looked at her. She could see spit dripping out of the corners of his mouth.
"You're even more fucking beautiful than I would have ever dreamed," he told her. "You're something special!"
He put his hand on her bare belly and her skin felt hot to his fingers. He moved his fingers up slowly until he touched the rounded curve of her tit.
"Fucking beautiful," he moaned.
His rough hand cupped her titty and he rubbed his fingertips across her aching nipple. She tried not to show anything but she saw him grin knowingly. He knew what he was doing to her.
"I bet Gunther has turned you into one hot-to-trot bitch," he said.
He bent down and his tongue licked gently at one of her swollen tits. He slowly opened his mouth and gently sucked her nipple inside. He bit down suddenly and it made her cry out.
"I'm going to make you real hot before I'm done," he said. "I'm going to make you cry from pleasure!"
He moved his head to her other titty. His tongue slid up and down on her nipple and he opened his mouth wider and sucked almost all of her creamy titty-flesh into his mouth. She had to admit that it did feel good. It was like fingers were walking up and down her spine.
He kept licking at one titty while he put his hand between her legs. His fingers gently pushed against her cunt lips but he didn't put his fingers inside her right away. Instead he moved his fingers up and down her cunt lips and her body shivered.
"Go ahead, damn you," she said. "You're going to fuck me anyway. Go ahead and get it over with."
"Not quite so fast, baby," he said.
He kept moving his fingers up and down the entrance to her cunt and she felt herself responding by pushing her cunt up against his stroking fingers.
"It's making me feel good," she shivered.
His fingers stabbed inside her. He rammed two fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as he could. His fingers rubbed gently against the edge of her cunt. She was crying and moving her cunt to meet his fingers.
He stopped and moved away. She saw him smiling as he slowly pulled his trousers down. He pulled his shorts down and she could see his rigid cock and she knew he was going to fuck her.
"I've been waiting for this chance for so long," Art said. "So damned long. I've wanted a piece of your pussy for so fucking long. You don't know how long I've wanted it!"
He came to her and rubbed the end of his cock against her titty. It made her itch and it made her titty feel sticky with his dripping cum. He put his hand between her legs again but it was like he was only feeling to see that she was real.
"I've waited for so fucking long," he said.
She could not stop him from climbing on top of her. He moved until his cockhead was pressed against the entrance to her cunt. He lifted his head so that she could see his grin as he started pushing his cock into her cunt.
"You're not so snooty now, are you, bitch?" he asked. "You can't be fucking snooty with my fucking cock in your pussy!"
He turned a little pale as he pushed his cock all the way into her pussy. It was like he couldn't believe that he actually had his cock in her pussy.
Jane could believe it. She felt the slight tingles going through her body. She even felt herself pushing her ass up a little and taking his cock deeper inside her.
"You are so fucking nice, bitch," he said. "Your pussy feels so fucking nice. I've always wanted to fuck you. I use to watch you walking down the halls at school and my cock would get as hard as a fucking rock!"
He began fucking her in slow, deep strokes. She understood that he wanted it to last a long time. He wanted to enjoy his piece of ass. She started tightening her cuntwalls around his throbbing cock. She didn't even know why she was doing it except that it felt good.
"I'm fucking you," he groaned. "I'm really fucking you. Oh shit, your pussy is so damned nice!"
He was trembling as he fucked her. His balls felt heavy against her ass-cheeks. She realized that he was so excited that he wasn't going to last long. He was trying to slow down but he just couldn't. She moved her ass a little and it was enough to take him over the edge.
"You fucking cunt," he groaned. "I've got to come. I've got to come, you bitch. Oh fucking shiiit!"
He stabbed her deep and his prick exploded in a river of jism inside her. He pulled back and then rammed into her again. His prick seemed to grow even bigger and his cum filled her pussy. She could feel it leaking out and wetting the inside of her thighs.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "I don't want to stop. Not yet!"
He kept pushing his cock inside her but his cock had gotten limp and there was nothing he could do. Finally he gave it up and he pulled his limp prick from her dripping cunt.
He wiped his prick against her cunt-hairs and got up off the bed. He seemed to notice the picture window for the first time.
"That's really something!" he said. "Why don't you watch the window? In a few minutes I'm going to find the next guy who's going to visit you for a piece of ass."
"Don't do that," she pleaded. "You could help me. You don't have to do that. I could be really nice to you."
"You should have thought of that before, bitch," he said. "Oh no, I'm not going to fall for it. I'm going to send the next guy in. You're going to get fucked right tonight!"
Jane begged him to come back but he wasn't listening. He went out of the room. A few minutes later she noticed him in the living room and he was talking to Jerry. She knew she was going to be sick now. Not Jerry! Another one of those boys she could not stand. Gunther had really picked a group for her tonight.
She saw Jerry nodding. Gail was frowning but Jerry said something to convince her. Finally she nodded and Jerry walked off. A few moments later Jerry was walking into the room with her.
"You stupid slut," Jerry said. "You're not going to tell her anything at all. You know that. You'd never admit that you gave me a fucking blow-job!"
Jerry was already undoing his trousers and she thought she was going to die as he pulled down his trousers and his shorts. He was only half hard as he moved over to her face.
"We're going to have to make this fast," he said. "Gail's going to be expecting me out at any moment."
"I don't want to do that," she said.
"Nobody gives a fuck what you want, bitch," Jerry said. "Just open your mouth and blow my fucking cock!"
Jerry was already pressing his swollen cockhead against her lips. He grabbed both sides of her head and crammed his meat into her mouth. She fought him but only a second. There didn't seem to be any sense in it as she opened her mouth a little wider. His cock started to harden immediately.
"Come on, baby," Jerry said. "Suck my prick fast. Suck me off good and fast or maybe Gail will come looking for me. You wouldn't like to get caught by Gail."
"No," she said.
She sighed as she took his prick deeper into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and she began to use her lips on him.
She moved her head up and down and she could taste his salty flavor already filling her mouth. His slimy cock had a really thick taste and she was forced to swallow almost from the very beginning. She started moving her head up and down a little faster. She started using her tongue around his feverish cockflesh.
She sucked his cock into her mouth all the way to his balls and then moved her head back up to his crown.
"That's the fucking way," he groaned. "That's the fucking way. Oh shit, I love it!"
She happened to look up at the door and she gasped. It wasn't Gail who stood there but it was just as bad. Paul Richards was standing there and he was grinning lewdly.
"You just go ahead sucking him, honey," Paul said. "I've got other ideas."
Jane realized what he was going to do as he started pulling his trousers down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any shorts and she could see his big swollen cock dripping cum. He moved toward her and she tried to jerk her head away from Jerry's cock.
"Don't stop sucking, cunt," he said. "Two cocks at once won't hurt you!"
Paul was undressed and he got down on the bed. She didn't want them to do this to her. It was degrading but it seemed like everything that was happening to her was degrading. Now she was going to have to take on two men at once.
"Just keep those legs spread wide for me, baby," Paul said. "But then you don't have much choice about that, do you?"
Paul laughed as he pushed his cock up against her hot pussy. He gave a hard thrust and his cock filled her easily. He had a big cock and it felt thick all the way through. She couldn't help it. She started bucking up her ass to get his cock deeper inside her.
At the same time she started sucking a little harder. She was feeling a little hot but she was fighting those feelings again. Somehow it would have seemed even sicker if she had come with these two men.
"Move that ass, baby," Paul said. "Keep moving that hot ass for me. That feels so fucking good!"
Paul had already gotten really excited before he walked in the room. He felt more excited than Jerry. He started pounding her harder and harder and his prick cream was leaking into her.
"You sweet bitch," Jerry groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. I'm going to blow my wad in your mouth. Oh, you fucking bitch. Shit!"
She started swallowing as fast as she could. She was tasting his cockcream all the way through her body. She kept swallowing as his prick kept spurting into her mouth.
She kept swallowing and it seemed like his cum was the thickest and saltiest she had ever tasted. She couldn't swallow it all and some of it was dripping out on her chin.
"Fucking cunt," Paul groaned. "You fucking cunt. Your cunt feels so fucking sweet. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Oh fucking shit. Oh fuuuck!"
It was Paul's turn. His prick seemed to grow bigger inside her and his prick started exploding. He took it out of her immediately and she felt his wet cum spilling onto her belly. He rubbed his cock against her cunt-hairs to clean it off. He gave an exhausted sigh.
"I've got to get back to the wife," Paul said. "The little woman is going to be missing me."
"So's Gail," Jerry said.
The two men seemed the best of friends as they dressed and left the room together. They left her feeling hurt and nervous and with an aching sensation in her cunt. It wasn't fair!
CHAPTER NINE
Gunther took her outside the next morning. It was the first time she had been outside in what seemed like ages. He had let her dress in a pair of shorts and a halter top and he walked her out to his van. He then chained her arm to the front seat and got in beside her.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I thought it was a nice day for a picnic," Gunther said.
"A picnic?" she asked.
"Sure. Don't you think it's a nice day?"
Jane didn't think so but she didn't say anything. She wondered how he could even be thinking of a picnic like they were a normal couple or something. But Gunther never ceased to amaze her.
He drove up into the mountains and found a restful place far away from the rest of the crowd. She had never been there before even though she had often come up on field trips and afternoon trips.
Gunther unchained her and didn't bother chaining her back. She had the feeling that something was about to happen. She wondered if today was the last day.
"We'll eat over there," Gunther said.
They both carried the heavy picnic basket out into a field. It was cool and the view was nice. There was nobody else around as they opened up the picnic basket and spread a big blanket out on the ground.
Jane was surprised at herself. She was treating it as if it were something normal when really she should be thinking about running away. But somehow running away didn't seem worth the effort.
"Are you still going to marry Harold?" Gunther asked.
"Of course," she answered. "If he will still have me."
"Of course he'll have you. No man's going to turn down a piece of ass that looks like you. You'll have a very boring life with Harold."
"So?"
"So it won't be anything like the excitement you've had for the past few days. It won't be long before you'll be trying to find it again."
"I don't think so. You must think that I enjoy behaving like an animal."
"Your mother does."
"I'm not my mother."
"No," he said, shaking his head sadly. "And it's a pity. I'd keep you around if you were half as willing as your mother. You enjoy it all right, but you keep fighting it. You haven't admitted to yourself yet that you love it."
"I don't love it," she said. "See what I mean?" Gunther said. "You just won't admit the truth even to yourself."
"Let's eat," she said.
She didn't like the way Gunther kept grinning at her all the way through the meal. It was as if Gunther knew some secret about her that made her vulnerable. It was a feeling that she didn't enjoy but then everything that Gunther did made her feel the same way.
"I wish you'd stop looking at me that way," she said. "What way?"
"As if you can see what I'm thinking."
"I can, baby," Gunther said. "I know what you're thinking about right now. You're wondering when I'm going to fuck you."
"No," she said.
"Get up and take off your clothes," he told her.
It was a command that she did not refuse. She had somehow gotten used to him commanding her. She got up slowly and reached behind her back to undo the halter top. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
"What if someone comes along?" she asked.
"I'll let them have a piece of your ass if they want it."
He was serious, she could tell. It made her heart pound a little faster. She reached down and pulled down the side zipper on her shorts. She slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. She had on only her flimsy panties. She could see him licking his lips.
"Take them off, bitch," he said. "Take them off and show me that hot pussy!"
She shivered a little as she started pulling her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off and straightened back up. His hot eyes seemed to burn holes in her.
"You are a beautiful fucking bitch," he said.
He got up on his knees, put his arms around her, and pulled her closer against him. His face was against her thighs and immediately there was a quick surge of pleasure that went through her. She put her hands on the back of his head.
"I know what you want, baby," he told her.
She didn't answer him but her hands betrayed her. She pulled his face closer to her pussy and his wet mouth started sucking at little bits of her silken pussy-hair. He was taking it into his mouth and wetting it with his tongue.
She spread her legs a little and his tongue moved down through her cunt-hairs and touched her puffy cunt lips. She put both hands on her creamy ass-cheeks.
He pulled her tight against his lips and he started licking up and down her cunt lips. He gently spread her cunt lips apart with his tongue. She had to bend over backwards so that his tongue could move all the way inside her.
"That does feel good," she moaned. "Oh shit, I know it's wrong but that does feel good!"
She was fast losing the strength in her legs. She had to sit down. She found herself falling backwards in the grass. She spread her legs a little wider and clamped both hands on the back of his head.
"Come on and suck me," she moaned. "Oh shit, I need it so bad. I want your tongue inside me!"
His tongue still licked up and down her cunt lips. He finally pushed his tongue inside her cunt and she moaned with pleasure. He drove his tongue deep inside her. At the same time he pushed a finger up into her tight ass-hole.
"Wiggle that ass for me, baby," he moaned.
She started bucking her ass up against him and his tongue went inside her a little deeper. His hands gripped her ass tightly and his finger started moving in and out of her ass with the same quick rhythm of his tongue.
"So fucking good," she moaned. "Oh shit, that feels good. You don't know what you're doing to me!"
He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He started moving his tongue around inside her cunt. She gasped with pleasure as his tongue gently rubbed against her clitty.
"Crazy," she moaned. "You're making me crazy. Oh shit, that does feel good!"
He drew her clitty between his lips and began sucking on it. She had never known such a sweet pleasure. She started bucking up against his tongue a little harder. It seemed like her cunt and her ass were on fire.
He pulled his face away even though she begged him not to. She no longer cared that he was her kidnapper. All she cared about was that it did feel good.
"Take my clothes off, baby," he told her.
She was reminded of her mother who had behaved in exactly the same way. It had disgusted her then and she could only keep reminding herself that it wasn't the same for her. She needed it bad and she was a kidnap victim. It wasn't as if she had asked for any of this.
"Come on and put your tongue back inside me," she moaned.
"Get down here and take my clothes off, bitch," he said. "This isn't something where you can do what you want."
His voice left no room for disobedience. Jane knelt beside him and started taking his shirt off. In a few moments she had it unbuttoned and was sliding it off. Another few minutes and she was pulling at his trousers.
He helped her pull them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing shorts and she licked her lips as she looked at his swollen cockhead.
"You know what I want?" he said. "You know what I fucking want. Get down there and suck it."
She had been made to do that before. Now she could feel pleasure at the thought of doing it. She bent down and she could smell his strong cock aroma. It sent trembling sensations all through her body. She knew she might end up hating him for what he had done to her, but she knew she would never hate sucking cock. Just the thought of it was making her burn with excitement.
"I'm going to lick it," Jane moaned. "I'm going to lick it all over. I'm going to make you feel good!"
"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Do that for me!"
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. She lifted it up so that she could touch her lips to his swollen cockhead. She stuck out her tongue and washed the head of his cock with her tongue. She felt him shiver.
She raised her head and looked down at his cock for a few moments. She was hot and weak all over and she thought that she had never seen anything more beautiful than his big cock.
She stuck her tongue at the tiny hole in the tip, her tongue stabbing the hole a couple of times and then drawing back. She could see a little bit of his cum on the tip and she licked it away.
"Oh shit," he groaned. "You're learning about sucking cock. You really are learning!"
She started using her tongue around his swollen crown. She let her tongue slither around until he was gasping for pleasure. She let her tongue go a little farther down and she licked the base of his cock and then around the width of his massive prick. She moved her tongue down to his balls.
Jane closed her eyes as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She took his ball underneath her tongue and held it gingerly. She could feel his warmth all the way through her body and raised her head slightly and let his ball slip out of her mouth.
"Oh yes, baby," Gunther groaned. "You know what you're doing all right!"
She moved her lips to his other ball. She caressed it with her tongue for a few moments and she could feel how heavy it was. His balls were filled with cum for her.
Gunther lifted his legs slightly and she knew what he wanted. Somehow she couldn't refuse. Her tongue slipped under his balls and she started licking at his asscrack. She rubbed her tongue across his asscrack to his tiny hole. She started gently pushing her tongue into his ass-hole. He seemed to go crazy, bouncing his ass up and down on the ground.
She rimmed him for a few moments and then moved her tongue back to his balls. She gently licked his balls and then moved her tongue to the base of his cock. She let her tongue slither all around the hard base of his cock and carefully moved her tongue back up to his swollen cockhead. She licked up around his swollen cockhead and then back down to his balls again.
His cockhead and balls had been covered with her saliva and she moved her tongue up to his cockhead again. Some of his jism was leaking out and she moved her tongue all over his slimy cockhead, tasting his salty jism.
"All right, baby," Gunther groaned. "Deep-throat my fucking prick. Take it deep into your mouth and taste it a little!"
She moved her lips back up to the head of his cock. She opened her mouth and slowly took his swollen cockhead over her tongue and then into the hollow of her cheek. She was feeling a little crazy just having his cock inside her mouth. It seemed like her pussy was itchy with sensation.
She closed her eyes as she sucked him a little. The taste of his cock was something special. She had never noticed it before but she was noticing it now. It seemed to vibrate in her mouth.
"You're sucking me good, baby," Gunther said. "Now take it fucking deep. You can do it. You've done it before. Take it deep and suck it hard!"
Jane knew she would have never done anything like this a month ago. She would have been sick at the thought. But at that moment her body was really turned on at the thought.
She backed up a little and took a deep breath. Then she closed her lips tightly around his cock and started sucking it into her mouth. This time she sucked very deep, touching his balls with her chin. She could hear him groaning.
"Mother fucking shit," he groaned. "You've got it all the way inside your mouth. You can suck a fucking cock, baby. Nobody can suck a cock like you. Not even your mother!"
His compliment seemed to turn her on even more. She was acting like a sword swallower as she started sucking and chewing on his cock. He put his hand down on the back of her head and urged her closer.
She sucked him for a few moments more and then he pulled her head back again. She had cum dripping from her lips and she was frantically licking at it as he pushed her onto her back.
"I'm going to give you a last good fuck to remember me by, bitch," he told her.
He made her raise her legs up above her head. She didn't know what he was doing until his weight pressed against her and she could feel his hot cockhead against the wrong hole.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Don't do that. That will hurt me. Please don't!"
He didn't care about her feelings. He had her body pressed down and she couldn't move. He moved around until his cock was placed directly against her ass-hole. He moved slowly but she still struggled to be out from under him.
"Not there," she begged him. "Please don't fuck me there. Oh shit, don't do that!"
He moved forward a little more, pushing until finally his prick popped into her tiny ass-hole. He moved his prick around inside her ass-hole and he made her scream for mercy. Then he pulled back and pushed in again.
This time his swollen cockhead went inside her tight ass-hole as deep as he could push it.
She had never known such pain. She screamed with rage and pain.
He didn't move for a long time. He seemed to be giving her time to get used to his big prick inside her. She thought she could never get used to it. She bucked against him but that only excited him a little more.
"Just relax, baby," he said.
He started fucking her then, gently, and his prick seemed to get deep inside her ass-hole with every stroke. His big balls slapped her.
"You're going to learn to love this, baby," he told her. "You're going to learn to love having a cock up your ass-hole."
Jane didn't say anything because she wasn't sure. Already she was beginning to get used to his big prick filling her. He was fucking her slowly and he put his hand underneath her and started playing with her cunt.
"Fucking beautiful," he groaned. "Your ass is fucking beautiful. So is your pussy!"
He started working his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. In a few moments she was really excited, pushing back against his cock as hard as she could. Having his fingers inside her was almost like having another cock.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "You're making me crazy again. Oh shit, that is nice!"
He rammed her harder and his prick was getting bigger inside her ass-hole. His balls slapped her ass-cheeks a little harder. He seemed to be trying to tear her apart with his big cock.
"Your ass is so fucking good," he groaned. "Your fucking ass feels so good. So fucking good. So fuuuucking good!"
He slapped her ass-cheeks again and his prick started exploding inside her ass-hole. She moved back against him again and again. His fingers started working inside her again. His rough fingers rubbed against her clitty as he fucked her ass-hole.
He gave her ass-hole a few more strokes but then pulled his prick out of her. He rubbed his prickhead against her ass-hole and then her back.
He took his fingers out of her cunt and she groaned in protest. She turned her head and saw him dressing. , "What are you doing?" she asked. "You can't leave me like this."
"That's exactly how I'm going to leave you, baby," he answered. "Just like this. You're free now. I'm sure a pretty thing like you can find a ride."
"But I'm hot!" she said.
"Play with yourself, bitch," he said.
She looked at him with hate in her heart.
She knew that playing with herself wouldn't help. Only his cock would help her and he wasn't going to give her that. Never again.
CHAPTER TEN
Jane opened her eyes to the sound of Harold snoring beside her. She was actually married. The wedding had been small and quick. Harold had driven out to the airport and they had taken a plane to Florida and the sunny beaches.
Harold had gotten them a room in one of the most expensive hotels along the beach. They had a nice day and then Harold had brought her home where he had made gentle love to her.
It had all been boring as hell.
She had expected it to be a little bit boring but not like this. She had not expected to really need something that Harold couldn't give her. She had wanted him to act like an animal and Harold had acted the same way he always did.
Jane got out of bed. She couldn't sleep but she didn't want to wake Harold. Instead she dressed in a tank top and tight shorts and left the room.
It was nearly midnight but the bar was still open. It wasn't very crowded as she walked to the bar, ordered a drink, and took it to a corner table. She sat down and sipped at her strong drink. She didn't know what she was going to do with her life. Gunther had made her feel things. She had thought she could just forget those things but she couldn't.
She heard loud voices and a couple of young men came in. They were both wearing shorts and no shirts. She was immediately attracted to them. They were both well-built and rough-looking. They looked kind of like beach bums.
They both ordered a beer and sat at the bar. After a while, one of them noticed her. He grinned and she could tell what he was thinking. He would like to tear off her clothes and stick his cock in her. She blushed at her own thoughts.
She knew he was coming over to her table. She felt it. She wasn't surprised when he stood up and walked to her table. His friend followed. He sat down across from her without being asked and his friend slipped in beside her.
"You're up kind of late, honey," the one across from her said.
"I know how late it is," she said.
"What's a sweet little thing like you doing out by herself?"
"I needed a drink."
"Maybe you need some company?" he asked.
"Maybe," she answered.
Jane knew she was playing with fire but she didn't want these two young men to go away. She especially enjoyed the way the one across the table was looking at her, almost as if he could see right through her clothing!
"I'm Paul and this is Billy," Paul said. "What's your name?"
"Jane," she answered.
"I can't still figure out why you're here alone. What's the matter? Did you have some sort of fight with your husband? Or maybe he wasn't enough for you tonight?"
She looked away from him and blushed. He had almost hit right on the problem. Her husband wasn't enough for her. She still knew she could call this conversation to a halt and go back to her room but for some reason she couldn't. She wanted it to continue.
"You are a good-looking thing," Paul said. "Really good-looking. I sure wouldn't let you run around loose if you were my wife. I know where I'd have you right now."
"And where would that be," she said.
"I'd have you up in my room on your back," he said.
"Wouldn't your friend get jealous?" Jane said.
"I thought he'd come along," Paul said. "Billy kind of-likes that sort of thing. So do I, baby."
She finished her drink quickly, constantly telling herself that she didn't want to go to their room. She wanted to go back to her husband. Yet, there was a tingling excitement all over her body.
"I should be getting back," she said.
They didn't try to stop her. She almost wished they would have. She could feel their hungry eyes on her as she walked out of the bar.
She went to the elevator and punched her floor. She stood there for about two minutes and then they followed her out of the bar. She had almost been sure they would.
They got on either side of her as the elevator doors opened. They all stepped inside and Paul punched his floor.
"That's not my floor," Jane said.
"We thought you might come up for a drink," Paul said.
"I've had a drink."
"Then how about a stiff cock, baby," Billy said. His voice was shocking in the stillness of the elevator. "That's what you really came downstairs for!"
Billy grabbed her before she could answer. He pushed her against the back of the elevator and he kissed her mouth. He was like an animal, his lips hot and demanding. She couldn't refuse the tongue that pushed against her lips.
Her body relaxed as she opened her mouth and sucked at his tongue. He started moving it in and out of her mouth and she pressed her body a little closer against his.
"Yeah," Billy said finally. "You know what you want and I know what I want. No more bullshitting."
The elevator stopped. They took each arm as if they were afraid she was going to run away. She wasn't going to run away. It seemed like her legs had lead weights attached to them.
Paul opened the door. His hand dropped down to caress one ass-cheek as he pushed Jane roughly ahead of him into the room.
She didn't move away as Paul shut the door. Even the room seemed hotter than normal; her clothes seemed to bind her. She couldn't resist as Paul wrapped his big arms around her and jerked her tightly against his massive chest.
"I didn't dream I was going to get a piece of ass like you tonight," Paul said. "You're nice!"
His hands moved down her back to her hot ass-cheeks. He grabbed both her ass-cheeks as tightly as he could and pulled her even tighter against him so that she was feeling his swollen prick.
"I'm going to fuck your ass off tonight," Paul said. "I'm going to fuck you silly!"
Paul and Billy moved her over to the bed. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she didn't want to stop. There was a growing excitement in her.
She stretched out on her back and Paul started kissing her mouth and his hands moved to her tits. At the same time Billy was playing with her tits and kissing her neck.
She put a hand on each man's back. She was in heaven as they played with her. Her husband couldn't bring her these feelings.
Perhaps Gunther had been right after all. Perhaps life with Harold was going to be difficult after all she had gone through.
"I want to see those big tits," Paul said. "I want to see those fucking tits!"
The tank top came off easily and she heard both men whistle at her beautiful tits. Paul and Billy both dove at her chest at almost the same time and for the first time she felt two sets of lips playing at her tits. Two hungry men were sucking at her tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned.
Billy was biting her titty-flesh while Paul gently sucked. Both of them made noises like animals as they sucked her titty-flesh. She kept feeling quick shudders of pleasure going through her.
Two hands touched between her thighs. She couldn't get away from them as they started rubbing her through her thin shorts. She was glad she hadn't worn any panties because the friction of her shorts was enough to drive her crazy.
"So fucking good," she gasped. "Oh yes, that does feel so fucking good!"
"Let's get the bitch naked," Billy said.
Quickly Billy got the zipper and Paul started pulling it down. She felt the cool air on her naked pussy and closed her thighs together but it didn't help. Paul's hand clamped down hard on her cunt.
"She feels real good," Paul groaned. "I bet she's tighter than shit. I bet she's got a fucking nice cunt!"
Paul slid a finger into her pussy and started finger-fucking her savagely. It seemed like his finger was going all through her body and touching her lips. She clamped her thighs together a little tighter and started moving her ass a little faster to increase the friction.
Billy grinned as he moved his tongue down from her tits, kissing her belly and licking her navel. She reached down for his head and wrapped her fingers in his hair as his head moved down a little more until he was kissing at her silken cunt-hairs.
"Oh, eat me," she moaned. "I haven't had my pussy eaten in so long. Eat it, please!"
Billy laughed. He moved his face between her legs and kissed at her tender cunt lips. He waited until Paul had taken his fingers out of her cunt then rolled between her legs and pushed his tongue suddenly in between her cunt lips.
Jane had thought he would lick her a little and it was a shock to feel his long tongue inside her. She wiggled her ass but he didn't stop. He drove his tongue deeper, exploring the insides of her wet pussy.
He slid his hands underneath her, grabbed her ass-cheeks hard, and lifted her up. He started moving his tongue around the inside of her cunt until she was wiggling with joy, bucking her ass up against his face.
"That does feel good," she moaned. "Oh yes, that does feel so good!"
His tongue found her clitty and he sucked it into his mouth. For a few moments he sucked on it. Jane knew the fire was growing out of control in her body. He knew it also and he licked for a few moments more and then pulled his tongue out of her.
"Don't stop," she begged.
"Don't worry, baby," Billy said. "Neither one of us is going to stop. Not for a while!"
Billy got up off the bed. Paul was already undressing and now Billy followed him. Billy got his clothes off in a few moments and Jane gasped at the hard lines of his body. She could see his cock standing up swollen and red.
"She loves it," Billy said. "Look at her staring at my prick. I bet she wants to kiss it!"
Billy didn't wait for an answer. He came to the bed and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face toward his swollen cock. She smelled his strong cock aroma just before her lips touched his cockflesh.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," Billy said. "Suck it for a while like I sucked your pussy!"
She opened her mouth slightly but that was all Billy needed. He rammed his prick into her mouth deep, held it inside her mouth for a long time, and then he pushed again. His prick was slowly going deep into the back of her throat.
His balls slapped her chin as his prick went in deep. He grabbed the back of her head tightly and started pushing a little harder. Jane couldn't take any more of his cock inside her mouth; she was choking already. He just laughed as he gave another shove and it seemed like his balls were going into her mouth.
"You sweet bitch," Billy groaned. "You can take it, bitch. You can fucking take it!"
Paul was back on the bed again. He put his hand back over her pussy and rammed his middle finger deep into her cunt. Suddenly she was an animal who could not control herself. She started sucking at Billy's prick as hard as she could while she moved her ass for Paul's fingers.
"Oh shit!" Paul said. "She's a fucking hot bitch. She goes fucking crazy!"
Jane sucked harder and started using her tongue around his feverish prickflesh. She could taste his cum and that seemed to make her hotter. Her cunt-juices were dripping out of her cunt and wetting Paul's fingers.
Paul moved closer so that he could rub his prick against the side of her leg. She could feel the wetness from his cum and started rubbing her legs against his prick and making even more of his cum drip out.
"I've got to have some of her fucking pussy," Billy said. "I've got to see if that sweet bitch is as good a fuck as I think she's going to be!"
"I will be," she promised. "I'll be the best. I'll move my ass for you!"
She was already moving in pleasure. Billy moved over her body and she lifted her legs high. He thrust gently and his prick slid halfway into her cunt.
"Oh, that's so fucking good," she cried out. "I love your cock. Put it in me deep. Deep, you bastard!"
Billy's body seemed to shudder. He didn't seem to believe he could have a piece this wild underneath him. He drew back and then rammed into her again. His prick went into her so deeply that she could feel it going all the way through her body.
"So fucking good!" Jane cried. "Oh yes, that's so fucking good. You're making me feel good, baby. So fucking good!"
He started ramming her hard. His cock would come out of her pussy and then rammed into her again. His balls felt full of cum. She was trembling as she raised her ass as high as she could. She wanted to feel stuffed with his big prick.
"You want mine in your mouth, baby?" Paul said. "You want to suck mine while he's fucking you?"
"Oh yes," she whispered.
Billy slowed his fucking thrusts down as if he wanted to enjoy it a little longer. Paul slipped up her body and placed his swollen cock against her lips. He pushed gently and his prick went halfway into her mouth and Jane sucked savagely, taking it all. She could feel his cock knob at the deepest part of her throat.
"Oh shit," Paul said. "It feels good. It feels so fucking good. You know how to make me feel good, baby!"
Paul pushed his cock into her mouth for a few moments and then pulled his prick out of her. She hardly thought about what he was doing as he started pushing her over on her side. Billy kept fucking her with slow thrusts while Paul pressed against her shapely ass from behind.
She relaxed as Paul started pushing his cock into her tight ass-hole. She moved back against him and felt his cock sliding into her all the way. She had never felt such pleasure. She had two cocks inside her and both of them started fucking her with slow strokes!
"That does feel good," she moaned. "So fucking good. You're making me feel so fucking good!"
They both started fucking her a little harder. Somehow they had the same rhythm as they drove their cocks into her. His cock in her ass didn't hurt her now, not this time. This time she was pushing back against him as hard as she could.
"Fucking good," Paul said. "She's so fucking good. She knows how to move her ass."
"Your fucking husband is wasted on you," Billy moaned.
They fucked her savagely and it was just what she wanted. She could hear the sounds of her body being plowed very hard and she loved it.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned.
They seemed to be determined to-fill her with cock. They were both driving into her brutally and she could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin walls of her cunt.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "That's so good. You don't know how good it makes me feel.
It's so good. Oh fuuuuck!"
Her own movements seemed to be tearing her apart. Her juices poured out of her cunt and soaked Billy's cock. He didn't seem to mind as he fucked her even harder.
Some of his cum was already dripping inside her. He lost his rhythm as he got really hot and started fucking her with fast, furious strokes.
"I'm going to blow my wad," he groaned. "Oh shit, I'm blowing my wad already. I can't fucking wait. Oh fucking shit. Mother fucking shit!"
He screamed again as he rammed deep inside her and then his cock was hot and spurting. She started rubbing her cunt against his prick and taking as much as she could.
At the same time Paul was fucking her harder.
"You sweet fucking bitch!" Paul groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch. I'm blowing my wad. Oh fuuuck!"
Paul rammed his cock into her and his cock started spitting cum into her ass-hole. It seemed like both of them were coming at the same time and she had never been filled with cum.
She only thought about her husband after it was all over with.
"I've got to go," Jane said. "My husband will miss me."
"Stay the night," Paul insisted.
"I can't, really," she said.
"Then come back in the morning. Send your husband on an errand and come back early. We'll fuck the shit out of you again!"
"I shouldn't," she said.
But Jane knew she would go back. She needed what these men could give her. Gunther had taught her that and it was a lesson she would never forget.
