It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, noisy, competitive world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The woman in this story is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, Ann Holmes unwillingly responds to the captors who degrade and rape her. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
TIED AND RAPED WIFE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ann Holmes was on the verge of an orgasm when the doorbell rang.
"Now what!" She jerked her middle finger out of her sucking pussy and climbed off the bed. As she wiggled to the closet, her swollen cunt lips shimmying against each other, a few trickles of hot pussy cream dribbled down her thighs, greasing them.
The doorbell rang again as she batted hanging clothes aside, searching for her robe.
"I'm coming, for christsake! Don't get ulcers!"
She snatched her pink, transparent chemise off a hook, dropping it over her head as she strode from the room. The chemise, a gift from her husband, Mort, hung about to her crotch, barely covering her ass.
The doorbell chimed a third time as she stepped into the living room, her thighs making an obscene licking sound as they slipped against each other.
"AH right, already!" She peered through the peephole in the front door. An ugly, distorted face stared back at her. It took her a few moments to realize she was looking at the paperboy, during which time he raised his fist and started banging on the door.
She yanked the door open. "All right, for christsake! Your pants are on fire, or what?"
The kid jumped back, startled. He tripped over the porch step and fell on his ass, his green athletic trunks-all he was wearing-riding up and exposing his prick and balls for a moment.
"I didn't know if anybody was home," he said, scrambling to his feet. Then his eyes were all over her, looking her up and down.
He smelled like a typical boy, Ann noted-sweaty. She found herself holding her breath.
"Well, what do you want?" she snapped. "The air conditioning's on. I can't hold this door open all day."
"I-I'm collecting."
"Should have known." Ann pushed the door almost closed and she went to find her purse.
Dirty little bastard, she thought, interrupting me, begging for his pennies. That did it! From now on Mort was going to subscribe to his newspaper, pay for it by check through the mail. She was done dealing with dirty little street trash, come begging at the door every week.
She swung the door open, nearly scaring the kid off the porch again. "Well, hold out your hands." She dumped a palmful of change into the boy's grubby mitts.
Half the coins clinked on the porch as the boy appeared more concerned with trying to see through her chemise than with collecting his money. The boy dropped to his knees, scrambling after the loose coins and dropping more in the process.
"For christsake!" Ann muttered. She flicked a quarter toward him with her toes. "Hurry it up. I don't have all day. Count out what you have coming."
The boy chuckled nervously, his face red. As he began to stand up, he glanced furtively under Ann's chemise, getting a good look at her crotch. Ann saw the head of his prick peek from the leg of his trunks as it lengthened and swelled like a snake. He leaned closer to her crotch, sniffing.
"Lecherous little animal!" Ann slapped him across the face, knocking him over. Coins went flying.
"Leave the change in the mailbox. Don't take a penny more than your due." She stepped back into the house and slammed the door, locking it before stomping back to the bedroom. "Filthy beast!"
She tore the chemise off and flopped down on her bed, spreading her legs and wiggling her middle finger up her cunt again. Her toes curled as her cunt contracted, sucking at her finger. She relaxed back, her eyes closed, jerking her stiff digit in and out of her pussy.
Her finger squished in and out, pussyjuice leaking from her cunt and greasing her crotch like hot oil, some of it oozing down between her asscheeks. She rubbed her ass on the gold-colored bedspread, writhing sensuously to the rhythm of her fingerfucking.
This was so good, a nice slow jerk off. She could lie here for hours, playing with herself, wiggling her finger in her cunt, pinching and tweaking her clit. The pleasure would build up slowly. She would have multiple orgasms. With Mort, she never had orgasms. Mort would stuff his prick in her, fuck away for all of two minutes before grunting like a bull and spurting his sticky fuck-cream in her cunt. Then he'd pull out and fall asleep, leaving her horny and frustrated. How nice it was now, with Mort gone on his business trip, to lie here and lazily pleasure herself.
She pulled her finger out and sucked the juice off it, perversely stimulated by the scent and taste of her pussy. It disturbed her to remember that the paperboy had sniffed her. She could still see his twitching nose as he'd nearly driven it up under her chemise, and his horny teenaged prick, sneaking out of his trunks, the head of it like a fat plum. What a shameless little wretch! She ought to have him arrested. He'd nearly raped her.
He hadn't actually done anything aggressive, nothing he could be charged with, but it was all in his mind. He'd raped her in his mind. She knew that as certainly as she knew he owned a cock. Had she ever known a male she could trust, including Mort? Never. Well, maybe her own father, although she couldn't even be sure of him. There had been times, especially after her tits had blossomed to their outstanding size, that she'd sensed her father glancing furtively at her, lusting after her nubile young body.
Disgusting, she couldn't even trust her own father.
She rammed her finger in and out, beginning to pant from the effort of her finger-fucking. It felt so good! She wiggled her finger deeper inside her pussy, probing the sensitive folds of her fluffy cunt tissues. She was so hot inside, so wet and juicy! Her finger throbbed and tingled as her pussy quivered and pulsated around it.
Males were all alike, she mused, shove it in, work it around, blast off, pull it out. To hell with her own pleasure! She'd never encountered a male yet who could satisfy her. The only person she knew who could satisfy her was herself. Well, so be it.
"Ooooh, that's good, that's so good!" She twisted on the bed, her big tits jiggling, her finger corkscrewing in her pussy. She rubbed her legs and the soles of her feet on the satiny bedspread. Pussy-cream stained the spread w under her ass, but she didn't care. There'd be pussy-cream all over before she got done this afternoon.
"Fuck me!" she panted, kicking her legs up in the air, drawing her knees toward her tits. Hot juice ran down over her crotch as her finger plunged. She pointed her toes, licked her lips, and rocked her pelvis up and down, fucking herself.
"Mmn, make me come, fuck me good!" The pleasure mounted, her fuck-meat tightening. She ground her finger in her pussy-hole, reaming it out.
"Harder, oh, harder! Deeper! Oh, yes!"
Jerking off by herself was so much better than jerking off next to Mort while he lay sleeping after a two-minute fuck. She was free now, uninhibited. She could gasp and moan, she could talk dirty, could mutter whatever exciting fuck-talk her heart desired.
"Oh, fuck me, you horny bastard, give it to me!" Her finger pistoned, sizzling in her cunt. Her toes clutched rhythmically. She jerked her ass up and down, panting, sweating. "Oh, feels soooo good!"
The fuck-tension swelled in her loins. Her eyes rolled back as the fuck-itch burned through her cunt meat. Quivering contractions began in the pit of her cunt.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She whined with pained pleasure as the lewd feeling saturated her loins. Dropping her feet to the bed, she arched up, grinding her finger inside herself, her body shivering with hot spasms. "Ohhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!"
* * *
The blonde teenager choked on the cock her oldest brother had rammed down her throat. Her tits flapped as her other brother, kneeling behind her on the concrete floor of the basement, pumped his big prick in and out of her pussy. She was on her hands and knees like an animal, allowing her brothers to abuse her because she had no choice. She knew they'd kill her if she ever dared tell her parents, not that her parents would believe her anyway. Her parents always sided with the boys.
"Wiggle it, bitch!" Tim slammed her ass, making her whimper. His hot fucker jammed the mouth of her womb, reaming her out deep. He had eight thick inches, as did her other two brothers.
"Lick under the skin," Brian growled, pinching and pulling on her ears. He knew she hated the taste and smell of his uncut prick, so he intentionally tortured her with it, forcing her to suck it more than he ever made her fuck it, always demanding that she clean it, getting her tongue between the foreskin and the head so she could lick out all the stinking slime there. He never washed his cock so he could make her wash it for him, with her tongue.
Brian wiggled his ass, twisting his prickhead in her mouth as she sucked on it, her tongue under the foreskin and licking around and around his swollen cock head. "Ahhh, feels great!"
"I said, wiggle that ass!" Tim said, slapping her naked ass again as he ground his prick deep inside her pussy. "You're getting lazy, bitch. What's wrong with you, Brian, letting our little sister get lazy while I'm away?"
"Shut up and fuck her, turkey. Let me enjoy this prick-suck."
"Getting your prick sucked is all you ever cared about, ain't it?"
"Goddamned right. Ain't nothing better than a prick-suck."
"Gimme a hot pussy any day," Tim said, fucking his cock in all the way and churning his belly against his sister's naked ass. "Especially from behind, dog-style."
The blonde girl wished she could bite off Tim's cock with her cunt. She imagined herself doing that and at the same time slicing off Brian's prick with her sharp white teeth. Her brothers would never bother her again. She'd spend the rest of her life laughing about it.
"Oh, shit, ain't felt nothing so good in a year," Tim said, ramming his sister's pussy, smacking his tight belly against her ass.
"You mean there ain't no pussy in reform school?" Brian said. "Serves ya right, turkey, getting caught and sent up."
"Fuck you," Tim said.
"Fuck yourself, turkey."
Shut up and blow your loads, the girl wanted to scream. The concrete was rubbing her knees raw, and the smell of the two naked male animals was choking her. It wasn't that she didn't like the smell of male sweat. When a guy was sweaty and clean, it turned her on. She loved fucking some of the hot athletes at school because they bathed, took showers. Her brothers took showers about once a month.
"Ooooh, oooh!" Tim's claws sank into her hips as he held on and fucked faster and faster. His prick flexed inside her, hardening, swelling.
She tightened her cunt, making it suck.
"Ahhhhhh!" Tim bellowed, spurting a hot load into her body. "Oh, Christ!" He clung to her, his prick flexing inside her, his cum shooting out, splatting into the mouth of her sucking womb. "Ohhhh, baby!"
Tim's growl of pleasure apparently excited Brian. Suddenly his prick ballooned in her mouth, pisshole gaping, cock shaft hard as stone and quivering. Grunting, he stuffed his knob down her throat and ejaculated. "Yeahhhh, ohhh, yeahhhh!"
The girl gagged on the profuse explosion of her brother's cum, choked on the thick rod of shuddering fuck-meat that had been rammed down her throat. The taste and scent of cum filled her head. Her face turned red as she struggled to breathe. She swallowed frantically, the hot jism spurting down her throat.
At least it's over with now, she told herself, a sense of elation making her smile as Brian snaked his dripping prick out of her throat.
"What're you grinning about, bitch?" Brian slammed her back and forth across the face with his half-hard prick as if with a wet fish.
She gasped as Tim suddenly yanked his cock from her pussy, which itself gasped, gaping wide-open for a few seconds before sucking itself shut.
There came a thudding on the steps, followed by a shouted, "Hey!" It was Ben's voice. "When did you get home?"
"When do ya think? A few minutes ago, nerd." Tim slapped his sister's ass. "And look what I warmed up for ya."
Ben dropped his green gym trunks, displaying an instant erection, which wagged from side to side as he approached his naked sister. "Janet," he murmured, settling down behind her as Tim moved out of the way.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet groaned, knowing what she was in for. Ben loved to fuck ass, and he was going to fuck hers, but good. He was the kid of the family, a year younger than Janet, and timid as a rabbit compared to his two older brothers. Janet held him off whenever she could, something impossible to do with Tim and Brian. Ben only got his hands on her when she was sleeping. Sometimes, when he'd get super-horny, Ben would creep out of bed at night, his cock greased up with the Vaseline he'd been using to jack off, and he'd fall on his sister in bed, ramming his hard prick up her asshole before she realized she wasn't dreaming.
Ben dipped his cock in her pussy, greasing it with pussy-cream. He humped, driving his prick in and out rapidly, grunting as his skinny belly collided with her ass.
Janet contracted her cunt, massaging the boy's cock, hoping to excite him to an instant orgasm. She wiggled her ass, rubbing its hot silky skin against Ben's abdomen. His prick quivered inside her, and she thought she'd teased the cum out of him, but he rammed a finger up her asshole and she groaned. The boy eased his cock out of her cunt, at the same time pulling his finger from her asshole. As he sucked the ass-juices off his finger, he rubbed his prick up and down her asscrack. Slick pussy-cream trickled down her asscrack.
"Bugger the bitch," Brian said, resting flat out on the floor and scratching his balls. "Give her what she likes best."
Janet scowled, then looked away, pouting. She had no time to sulk, though. Suddenly Ben's hard prick was forcing open her asshole. She winced, her mouth open, as the initial pain seared her hugely dilated ass-pucker. No matter how many times she'd been buggered, she couldn't escape that initial pain of entry. "Take it easy!" she gasped. "Go slow."
Ben's cock roared up Janet's asshole to the hilt.
"Oh, Christ!" she whimpered while Ben sighed with pleasure.
Brian and Tim laughed delightedly.
Ben gripped her waist like a stud hound mounted on a bitch and he began to piston his cock.
"Hey, where'd you get that shiner?" Brian asked.
"It's nothing," said Ben, humping excitedly, grunting as his prick made squishing noises in his sister's asshole.
"Like hell it ain't. Hope you pounded the shit outa that turkey." Brian sat up, studying Ben closer.
"Mmmmmn, fuck!" Ben moaned. "Mmmmmmn, mmmnn!" His belly smacked Janet's ass rhythmically.
"Well, where in the hell did you get it?" Brian said.
Tim had come over now, and both boys were eyeing their younger brother's black eye. "Who popped ya?" said Tim.
"Let me fuck," Ben moaned. "Just let me fuck. Feels so good. Just let me fuck."
"Ah, shit!" Brian sat back. "Let the dumb turkey get his rocks off."
Tim backed off, too, and both boys watched silently as their brother ass-fucked their sister.
Janet's asshole sizzled inside, melting with a strange kind of pleasure. Even though her brothers were watching her, and even though she hated to admit to them that she was horny from getting ass-fucked, she couldn't bear this feeling another moment. She reached up between her legs, pinching her swollen pussylips, tweaking her clit. Her pressure made her dizzy. She had to close her eyes to maintain her balance.
"Goddamn dirty bitch," Brian muttered. "It almost shames me to have a sister like that."
Tim chuckled. "Slut, ain't she?"
Janet ignored them. The pleasure in her asshole and loins wouldn't let her care about anything else. As Ben plunged his hot prick in and out of her juicy asshole, Janet slipped a finger up her cunt, finger-fucking herself, making sure to file her slick finger against her clit. She closed her eyes, gyrating her ass, ass-fucking her brother's cock and fingerfucking her cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ben grunted, humping away, all eight inches of his ivory prick disappearing again and again up the asshole of his older sister. Her ass-rings gripped his cock, stretched out long around it as he pulled out, squeezed it tight as he plunged in. His prickhead kissed the pit of her shithole, sending prickles of excitement through her belly.
"Look at them tits swing!" Tim said. "Jesus!"
Ben let go of her waist and he reached forward under her, catching her big hanging tits and playing with them. His fingers pinched her nipples. He juggled her tits, fucking faster, whacking his belly against her ass.
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she whined, the pleasure overwhelming her. All she cared about now was the feeling. All she cared about now was coming.
Ben pounded her ass, his prick swelling as it plunged, his big hands squeezing her tits until she wanted to scream. He rotated his ass as he thrust, fucking into her deep, rubbing his abdomen against her wiggling ass.
"Fuck you!" he growled. "Fuck you!"
Janet felt his prick harden inside her, felt it swell hugely. His hot fuck-lube was leaking into her. At any moment his cum would spurt to, scalding the depths of her asshole. She pistoned her finger in her pussy, crazy to bring herself off.
"Make me come!" she gibbered. "Make me come, make me come!"
Ben's skinny body moved whip-like, all his concentration directed into his cock. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, trickling down his muscles like tears. The clapping of the boy's belly against the girl's ass reached a frenzied rhythm. The boy's prick flexed, nearly lifting Janet off the floor.
"Awwwwww!" Ben exploded his cum into his sister's asshole, his body shaking as if gripped with a fit. He fell on top of her, continuing to maul her tits, his hot cum surging into her loins. His teeth sank into the back of her neck. "Uhhhh, ohhhhh!"
Electricity needled Janet's tits, her ass, her cunt. Her loins tightened unbearably, then exploded. The spasms began in her asshole, spread through her cunt, then steamed through the rest of her body within seconds. She yanked her finger from her cunt, bracing her hands on the floor and fighting to maintain her position despite the jerking weight of her brother and the spastic weakness of her pleasure-wracked body.
"Ohhhhhh, Ben!" she whined. "Ohhhh, Ben, yessss!"
Tim and Brian separated them as if they'd become locked together and couldn't do it themselves. They kicked Janet aside, then sat Ben down on the floor and squatted next to him, their hairy balls dangling between their legs.
"Now where'd you get that big black eye?" Brian demanded of Ben.
Ben kept saying it was nothing, that they should forget it, but the more he resisted, the more insistent they became. Ben finally cracked.
One of his paper-route customers had punched him in the eye, he said, a lady.
Brian and Tim whooped and hawed until they found out who the lady was.
"That bitch turkey," Brian said, scowling. "Took a swipe at me once, too. Used to parade around her yard in that flimsy bikini of hers, just asking for it, shoving her tits and crotch in my face while I was trying to keep my mind on delivering papers. Well, one day I walks up to her and says, 'Mind if I use your bathroom, Mrs. Holmes?' And she turns purple. 'Out of my yard, you stinking beast,' she screams, and then she swings. It was a wild punch, missed by a yard, but I got the fuck outa there. She's a crazy woman."
"Crazy, but stacked like a fucking Amazon," Tim said. "She lays in her back yard without a stitch on, sunning herself, making her tits all nice and shiny. Man, I'd like to bite off them mothers!" His prick had swollen, and he massaged it. "Used to sit out behind her hedge, watching her and beating off."
"You're bonkers, turkey." Brian's face was becoming more flushed by the moment, and he was jacking his cock. "How come you never cut me in on the action then, you fucking turkey?"
"Didn't think you could handle it, a goat-prick like you."
Janet listened to them, thinking about the irony of Tim being sent to reform school for attempted rape. He'd likely raped scores of girls and women, and so had Brian, if she knew her brothers at all.
Brian sounded convinced at last. "You mean you used to sit out behind her hedge and beat off looking at her? You never fucked her?"
"Never got around to it," Tim said. "Besides, sometimes I get hotter from just watching than I do from fucking a bitch."
"Weird." Brian wiped some fuck-lube off his prick and onto his leg. "Didn't know I had a fucking pervert for a brother."
Tim smiled, ignoring Brian's comment. He touched his fingertips to Ben's chin, turning the younger boy's face this way and that as if admiring it. "Yeah, looks like the baby here took a real whop. You gonna let her get away with that, baby?"
Ben shrugged, flushing.
"He wouldn't go after her if she cut off his prick," Brian said. "Don't know how I ever got such a twerp for a brother."
Tim kept smiling-his demonic smile. "I'm gonna fuck that bitch."
"Like hell," said Brian, jacking his cock in unison with Tim.
"Yeah, like hell. Who's coming with me?" Tim eyed both his brothers, his hand nearly popping the knob off his cock. His fuck-lube oozed toward the concrete like a long strand of spittle.
CHAPTER THREE
Ann decided to go shopping before sunbathing. Her tan was just right. Golden-brown suited her shiny chestnut hair, which had bleached to its own golden-brown this summer. Besides, walking around at the mall would allow her pussy to charge up but good. A little denial would do her good. Upon returning from shopping, she would have the rest of the afternoon and all evening to pleasure her pussy. And she could do it outside, next to the pool, which would make it that much more exciting, being naked outside, working herself off again and again.
The air-conditioned mall, as could be expected on a hot summer day, was crawling with people, especially with sweaty teenaged boys who had nothing better to do with their time than laze around the mall fountains and ogle the girls and women. It was irritating, to say the least. Ann swore that the place smelled like a barn from the wretched goat-boys, and she felt as if insects were crawling all over her as lusting male gazes roved all over her body wherever she went, whichever way she turned.
Upon arriving at the mall, she cursed herself for having chosen to wear her ultra-tight white shorts, which showed off as much of her hips as a bikini. The matching bikini halter she wore barely capped her very large nipples. And her high-heeled white shoes were less shoe than sandal, showing off her beautifully tanned feet. Even some of the women stared at her, which peeved her to no end. Just because they were too lazy to take care of themselves was no reason for them to smirk behind her back. Smug with righteous anger, she sucked in her gut and thrust her tits up high, making sure that every last female she passed noticed her, showing them what a real woman looked like.
She returned from shopping with a new bikini, the latest style from Europe. Fifty dollars was admittedly an outrageous price to pay for what amounted to little more than a handful of ribbon and fishnet, but it was European after all, and she was a collector of bikinis, and besides, she was worth it. What was fifty bucks, anyway? Mort made oodles of the green stuff.
She couldn't resist dressing in her new bikini and going out back to the pool. As she strolled around the pool, dipping her toes in to test the water, she felt tingly with excitement. New bikinis always made her feel super-sexy, and even more naked than naked. Why was it, she wondered, that she felt even more naked with these ribbons and fishnet on her pussy and tits than she did stark naked?
She went to the end of the diving board and bounced up and down on her toes. The gentle springing of the board caused her tits to flop heavily, her tit cups hugging her nipples. The tit cups were hardly more than pasties, and they seemed to suck at her nipples like lips. She felt delightfully sensual. It really was too bad there was nobody here to watch her. If those lecherous little animals at the mall could only see her now!
The three brothers sat behind the thick hedge, peering through it, with their tongues hanging out. All three boys had hauled their rampant pricks out of their shorts and were jerking on them frantically. They panted like three runners. Fuck-lube leaked from their piss holes and ran down like syrup over their grubby knuckles. The smell of sex and sweat hung like a cloud around them.
Brian, the oldest brother, with his shock of curly reddish hair, jerked the foreskin up and down over his smelly prickhead. Tim, a year younger, drooled as he beat his eight-inch cut fucker, flicking his blond hair out of his eyes with quick jerks of his head. Ben went up on his hands and knees and shoved his head deeper into the hedge, peering through the mop of sandy-brown hair that fell into his eyes like the hair of a sheepdog. His hand jerked his prick faster and faster, becoming almost a blur. None of the boys had ever seen a woman look sexier than Ann Holmes in her skimpy fishnet bikini.
"Christ, look at them tits bounce!" said Brian, his voice shaking.
"What did I tell ya?" Tim said, swallowing, his hand pumping.
"Shit, I could jack off all day long watching her." Brian squished his foreskin back and forth over his prickhead, which was dripping with fuck-lube.
"Didn't I tell ya?" Tim said.
"Me, too," Ben muttered, humping at his hand as he fisted his cock.
Tim pinched Ben's ass. "Cool it, billy goat. We're gonna fuck her, remember?" He had to pinch his brother's ass again, harder this time, to get him to sit back and stop jacking off.
All three boys sat there, freed pricks throbbing against their bellies, breathing deeply and trying to stop shaking. As their vertical cocks pulsed, fuck-lube continued to bubble out and leak down their long prickshaft, rippling over thick veins. Their cum-swollen balls ached, moving restlessly, twisting slowly this way and that in sweaty ball sacs.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit outa her," Ben muttered, glaring through the hedge.
His brothers looked at each other, stunned to hear such fierce words come from the mouth of their shy little brother. Then they smiled, glad to know Ben had balls, too.
Ann slowly peeled off her bikini, her pussy throbbing as she performed a striptease for herself, alone. She really could have been a stripper, even a porn star. She enjoyed showing off. She envied those women in girlie magazines. She knew she could do what they did, if she just had the guts. She would love to spread her legs for the camera, to tease the cameraman and all the men who would view the photographs. She'd never let them touch her, though.
She lay back on the diving board, stark naked, and kicked her legs up in the air, wiggling her ass at the sun, showing it her cunt, letting it lick her wet crotch with its warm rays. Reaching between her legs, she spread the pussy-ooze all over her crotch and down into her asscrack. She rubbed up and down her open cunt-furrow for awhile, then slipped two fingers inside and began to fuck herself. Her pussy squeezed and her toes curled. It felt so good, she moaned out loud, writhing in the warm sunshine, the diving board swaying gently under her.
Her fingers moved in and out, her pussy-cream frothing and bubbling out around them. Reaching back with her other hand, she wiggled a finger up her asshole, panting with tension and excitement. She remembered the boy who had fucked her asshole in high school. No male had ever shoved his prick in her ass again, she'd made sure of that. Funny, though, how the memory kept coming back to her, how it excited her enough even to provoke her to slip a finger up her shitter while she jerked off her pussy. She wiggled her finger in her shithole, stirring up her slick ass juices, stimulating her sensitive asshole walls.
"Oooh, fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me."
As she writhed sensuously, her eyes closed, the wonderful sensations screwing through her pussy and asshole, she thought she detected a vague rhythmic vibration, like the trotting of padded cat-paws on the floor of the jungle. The exotic image pleased her, made her imagine herself a naked jungle woman about to be sprung upon and devoured alive by panthers. Then she smelled musk, sweat, and her fantasy bolted into the glaring light of reality as she opened her eyes and saw them.
Her scream was stuffed back down her throat by a wad of stinking material, which she soon realized was a filthy jockstrap. While one youth, teeth bared, clapped his hand over her mouth, holding the wadded-up jock in place, another youth filled his hands with her hair, yanking on it until tears welled in her eyes.
"Make trouble and you're dead," the blonde youth ripping at her hair growled.
"Understand?" He tightened his hands, making her scalp burn. "Understand?"
She made a grunting noise and tried to nod her head. She was so stunned as to almost be calm.
"Like the taste of my jock, bitch?" The curly-haired boy-a boy she'd seen before somewhere, although she couldn't immediately place him-forced his dirty fingers into her mouth, stuffing the jock in deeper, making her choke. "Mmmmm, good, ain't it? It ain't never been washed, bitch."
Ann retched at the thought. The jock was so thick with ball-sweat that it tasted slightly moldy. One look at the dripping, uncut cock of the boy caused her to retch again. She was sure that he'd never washed that, either.
She heard a splash and realized somebody had jumped into the pool. A few seconds later a naked boy pulled himself up out of the water and onto the end of the diving board. He looked sleek as a seal, his body hairless except for the thatch of brown pubic hair at the base of his rampant young prick. He crawled toward her like a four-legged animal, his brown hair falling all over his face, one of his eyes shiny and purple. She knew him, but it took her a second to place him-the paperboy. Then she remembered where she'd seen the boy who was stuffing his jockstrap down her throat. He'd been her paperboy at one time, too, a few years ago.
The dripping boy fell on her, twisting his hard body between her legs, forcing her to spread them wide. His prick ground against her pussy. She tightened up, fighting him, but his prick was like a greased steel cylinder. He grunted, ramming his red-hot cock up her cunt to the hilt, his brown eyes rolling back until they became white slits.
"Ahhh!" the paperboy moaned, squirming on top of her, his prick vibrating inside her. He bit her left tit, sucking her nipple into his mouth, gnawing on her tit-tips, nearly chewing off her nipple.
Ann saw stars. She shook all over, her pussy contracting, her teeth gnawing on the sweaty jock strap. Her legs clamped around the boy and her toenails sank into his asscheeks. He eased off tearing at her nipple just as she was about to pass out.
The blond youth let go of her hair and he grabbed her arms, yanking them straight out above her head, stretching her. His fingernails cut into her wrists. He grinned at her sadistically.
The curly-haired boy straddled the diving board and her face. Jamming his fingers in her mouth again, he ripped out the jock. Air rushed into Ann's lungs and she almost laughed with relief. A second later, though, she wished the jock were stuffed in her mouth again, because the boy straddling her had settled his huge stinking balls over her lips and was ordering her to suck on them.
"Lick 'em, you cocksucker. Come on, lick 'em." He rubbed his balls all over her face, choking her with his goat-like scent. His balls were bristly. He shoved one of them into her mouth. It was so large she could hardly take it. "Suck on it, you bastard, or I'll drop a turd down your throat."
The paperboy bucked on top of her, ramming his sizzling prick in and out, grating her clit with it, pounding the mouth of her womb. She wasn't sure she'd ever had a cock this big fucking her. The sensations caused her toes to clutch, her toenails to claw at the boy's ass. She had to force herself not to gnaw on the big spongy ball in her mouth. She knew it would be the last thing she ever did.
The boy stretching her arms yanked on them, making her shoulders ache. "You heard my brother. Eat his balls. Suck that big thing."
Ann sucked gently, at the same time slurping at the boy's ball by flapping her tongue around and around it. She felt his ball throb, felt it twist and squirm as if the cum-globe were a living thing. Musky ball-sweat mixed with her saliva and ran down her throat. She wanted to vomit.
"Mmn, ohhh, feels so good, feels so good!" The boy on top of her rutted fast and hard, knocking their pubic bones together, grinding his hard young body against hers. He seemed to be all ribs and hipbones and writhing muscles. His prick was so long, the head of it kept popping into the mouth of her womb, spitting fuck-lube like hot venom.
The youth straddling her lifted up, easing his dripping ball from between her lips. Leering down at her, he bent his huge prick down, dripping fuck-lube on her face. He peeled his foreskin back. The stink caused Ann's eyes to cross.
"Ain't that a juicy-looking prickhead, bitch?" He smirked demonically. "Bet you'd like to lick it."
"Oh, please no!" The words came out spontaneously, pathetic-sounding.
"Sure ya would, baby." The boy started rubbing his sticky cockhead all over her face, coating her skin with stinking slime. As he rubbed it on her lips, she turned her head away. He slammed her with his prick, beating her back and forth across the face with it. "Open up, bitch!"
Ann was a mess. She turned her tear-sticky, fuck-lube-slimy face up, knowing she had no choice. Her lips parted slightly.
"I said, open up!" The boy jammed his cockhead between her lips, forced his prick into her mouth.
She gagged as it rammed her tonsils, choked as it slid down her throat.
"Oooh, suck my prick!" The boy buried his prick in to the hilt. His cock head throbbed in her throat drooling fuck-lube.
Ann couldn't think straight anymore. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. The big cock pounding in and out of her cunt had caused her loins to tighten, her cunt to squeeze like a vise, sucking rhythmically, spontaneously, like a sex-machine. The blond boy kept stretching her out longer, nearly dislocating her arms from her shoulder sockets. And the youth mounted on her face was starting to fuck her mouth and throat as if her face sported a cunt. Air rushed into her lungs as the youth withdrew his cock. She choked, spit bubbling out of her mouth, each time the boy fucked in.
"Suck my prick! Yeah, eat that big thing!" The boy over her face had braced his hands on his naked thighs and was dipping his cock in and out of her face.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" grunted the paperboy, plunging his cock relentlessly. "Mmmmmn, she's so tight! Her pussy sucks."
Squishing, sucking sounds came from Ann's raped cunt. Her hips rocked, responding reflexively to his pounding cock. She thrust upward, meeting the boy's downward plunges, Pussy cream ran from her fuck-hole, greasing her asscrack, getting the diving board slimy under her ass.
"Suck, you bitch, suck!" The curly-haired youth rammed his prick in, choking her, not withdrawing until her face had turned blue. He pulled his cock out until only the knob pulsed in her mouth. Fuck-lube greased her tongue. The taste of uncut, unwashed prick filled her throat, and she retched, unable to help herself. "Tastes good, don't it, bitch?" The boy sank his prick in again, then humped. "Eat it, cock-sucker, eat it."
The boy behind her chuckled, jerking on her arms, stretching her out even longer. Her shoulders throbbed, on fire.
The paperboy ground against her, screwing his prick, mauling her tits with rough hands, licking and biting at her nipples. "Feels so good! Feels so good!" He sounded like a broken record.
Ann closed her eyes, tried to relax her throat. As one big cock slipped between her lips, the other big cock sizzled between her pussylips. A tension was building in her cunt. Warm sensations streamed through her cunt, tingled in her asshole, snaked up her spine and down her legs. Her nipples and toes pricked with fuck-feeling. Her tits swelled. She rocked her loins, working her cunt on the paperboy's sliding cock. It felt good. She was building toward the ultimate pleasure. She felt so good that she found herself sucking the cock in her mouth with a sort of hunger.
The paperboy grunted and whimpered. His prick flexed hard and he collapsed on top of her, his skinny body shuddering as spasms ripped through his teenaged loins. Hot cum spurted deep inside her. "Ahhhh!" he whined. "Ohhhhhh!"
Ann humped upward in a frenzy, her pussy milking his spurting cock, sucking the hot cream from it, nearly skinning it. Round after round of hot teenaged cum gushed into Ann's fuck-hole. The boy whimpered as if he were being whipped. The moment he was done shooting, he yanked his cock out of her. Ann wanted to tear his hair out. She bit hard into the cock in her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!" The boy straddling her slapped her face, ripping his cock out of her throat. He studied the tooth-marks in his prickshaft, then began slamming her viciously all over the face with his bludgeon-like fucker. "Goddamn bitch! I'll teach you to bite my cock!"
Sobbing, her head jolted by the stinging whops of the boy's cock, Ann heard the paperboy, as if through a haze, say:
"She almost sucked my guts out. I thought my balls were gonna pop."
CHAPTER FOUR
They dragged her inside, one boy keeping her in a headlock while he twisted his fist in her mouth, another boy slapping and kicking her ass and telling her to move. The boys left all their clothing, consisting of three pairs of shorts and one jockstrap, strewn across the pool deck along with her brand-new, expensive bikini. They barged into the house as if they owned the place, seemingly unconcerned as to whether anyone else would be inside.
In the kitchen, next to the telephone, they found the note Mort had left, giving the numbers at which he could be reached in event of an emergency.
"Looks like the old man won't be home for three whole fucking days," said the blond, grinning dementedly. He crumpled up the note and shoved it down the garbage disposal.
Ann realized she was in the hands of three violent rapists. She imagined them tied up, their smug, stupid faces glowing as she slapped them again and again and again, nearly snapping their necks with her violent blows.
"Bend her over the table, you turkeys. I wanna see what kind of ass she's got." The curly-haired boy dripped fuck-lube on the floor.
"Fuck you, Brian," said the blond. "You and Ben both got your pricks warmed up in her. It's my turn now."
"I didn't get off, turkey," Brian said.
"Whose fault is that?" said the blond, stroking his cock and staring lustfully at Ann, who was still being held and gagged by the paperboy. "You had enough time. Ben got off."
Ann started to struggle. She couldn't listen to this anymore. She couldn't stand being held.
"Hey, prick-biter, hold still!" Brian came over and he slapped her ass. "Hold still!" He slapped her again.
Ben and Brian, working together, managed to throw her facedown over the kitchen table. She was bent over, her feet still on the floor, her belly and tits mashed against the table. Ben climbed up and he straddled her upper back, sitting on it. He dug his fingers into her hair and scalp, at the same time bearing down and grinding her face against the tabletop. She whimpered, drooling spit and snot.
The blond, named Tim, she'd learned and Brian stood behind her, taking in her ass with their lust-mad eyes. Hot fingers with sharp nails yanked her asscheeks apart.
"Hey, Ben," Tim said, whistling. "You oughta see this asshole. Sexiest shitter you ever saw. Bet you'd like to plug it."
"Let me see it," Ben said. "Somebody else hold her. Let me see it." The paperboy twisted around, trying to get a look.
"Stay there," Brian said. "You already had your fun for awhile. You got three fucking days to get your smelly prick up her ass. Hold her now."
The paperboy dug his fingers deeper into her scalp, hurting her, as if it were her fault that he couldn't get at her asshole. His hot prick throbbed near her cheek, dripping fuck-lube again, even though he had shot off only minutes ago.
They made her spread her legs wider as they squatted, inspecting her most private parts. She could feel their lusting breaths on her inner thighs, on her crotch and ass.
"Christ, she's juicy!" Tim said. "It's running out of her like paste." He licked her thigh.
"What the fuck ya doing, turkey?"
"I'm gonna eat some pussy, if you don't mind," Tim said.
"Christ! Didn't know you were a pussy-eater."
"I'll do it-when I'm hungry. A year in the joint gets a guy hungry." Tim started to lap at her legs, moving up to suck on her crotch.
"Shit!" Brian said, and suddenly he was licking, too.
Ann gasped, wiggling her ass as hot tongues assailed her sensitive thighflesh, her pussy and asscrack. The boys' tongues felt like wriggling snakes on her ass and between her legs and she started to pant, her excitement mounting fast. The boys sucked and munched, slurping up her fuck-juices. Ann couldn't stand it. She wanted to squeal out loud. The boys sounded like pigs at a feeding trough, sucking down slop.
"Shit!" Tim growled. "Oh, shit!" He slid up her body, shoved his prick between her legs, greasing it with her fuck-slime. He wiped his dripping prick up and down her asscrack, twisting it against her ass pucker. "I'm gonna have me some hot ass," he muttered, forcing his cock into her.
Ann whined as the boy's big prick forced open her ass pucker. The pain was searing. It was the same pain she'd felt when that kid had plugged her ass with his cock way back in high school.
Her rapist now seemed to appreciate her cry of pain, seemed to be excited by it. "Yeah!" he breathed, grinding his prick into her resisting asshole. "Oh, yeah! Feel it, bitch, feel it!"
"Ram it in there!" Brian said, panting excitedly as he watched his brother's huge cock disappear up the asshole of the helpless woman. "Fuck the shit out of her! Oh, yeah!"
"Ahhhh!" Tim fucked his prick in all the way, rubbing his belly against her ass, digging his fingers into her hips as he tugged on her ass and tried to force his cock in even deeper.
Ann shivered, holding her breath. She wished she were dead. The pain was unbearable. As the boy started to fuck, she howled, struggling, squirming.
"Hold her, Ben, don't let her up!" Brian had stood up and was standing back to watch, jacking on his prick, jerking his thick foreskin up and down. "Look at that bitch wiggle! How's it feel, Tim, you turkey?"
"Oh, Christ, it's like a nest of hot worms in her shithole!" Tim fucked rhythmically, his prick squishing in her asshole.
"Oh, shit!" Ben muttered, beating his cock, rubbing its burning knob against Ann's cheek. "Oh, shit!"
"Shit is right," laughed Brian. "He's fucking the shit out of her."
Ann gnawed on her wrist, her bowels on fire. Each time the rutting youth thrust into her, she gasped, almost screaming from the painful stretch from his big cock fucking into her tight and tender asshole. She could feel his bloated cock knob twist and throb deep in her guts. It was as if a billy club were being plunged into her again and again. The boy's prick was as hard as oak.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh, this is hot, this is better than pussy, yeahhhh!" Tim sounded delirious. He fucked faster, his prick pulsating and quivering. "Tight, ahhhh!"
"Shit, you turkey, cream her, for christsake!" Brian paced back and forth, jerking on his prick, dripping fuck-lube all over the kitchen floor.
Ben bounced up and down like an excited kid, crushing the wind out of her as he jacked his cock like a monkey in a zoo. "Man, I wanna fuck her ass! Oh, I wanna fuck it!" He muttered as if to himself.
Ann started to bawl. She couldn't help herself. Tears rained on the table as she whined in pain and despair. They were all insane, all three of them. And they were using her as if she were a toy for their pleasure. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to die. She whined, tasting salty tears, sobbing, gasping.
"Christ, her asshole sucks just like a pussy!" Tim plunged his cock again and again, squishing liquid noises bubbling around his prick.
Brian paced like a lion at feeding time. "Cream her, you bastard! Jesus Christ!" He jerked his foreskin violently up and down his prickshaft.
"Oh, oh, uh, oh!" Tim grunted, fucking, grinding, ramming. He squirmed against her ass, rubbing his belly madly against it. His prick swelled, hardening to stone, quivering as if electrified. He rammed it in her to the hilt and held on. "Ahhhhhh!" Torrents of hot cum gushed into her asshole. "Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!"
Ann almost shrieked with laughing relief. The hot jism squirting into her ravaged shithole was like a soothing balm. And she knew that soon the boy would haul his murderous prick out of her. She relaxed, almost enjoying the flexing and spurting of the hard cock inside her. Her loins contracted with each spasm of the youth's fucker, her asshole sucking it spontaneously.
"Oooh, this is better than Janet's pussy!" moaned Tim, his skinny body jerking as he pumped his cum into the helpless woman. "Feels so good, oh, Christ!"
Ann caught her breath as her rapist yanked his cock out of her. Air rushed into her open, reamed-out asshole. She felt so relieved, the tremendous pressure in her loins gone at last.
"She's all yours," Tim said, stepping aside as Brian moved up behind her.
"Christ, her asshole's wide open!" Brian said. "There's jizz leaking out of it. Fuck, what a hot-looking ass!"
"Don't just talk about it, shove your hog in it," Tim said.
"I will, turkey, just as soon as I get her tied up."
CHAPTER FIVE
The idiotic thought that it was lucky she hadn't yet washed her bedspread hovered in Ann's chaotic mind as the boys flung her down on her bed. Ben was riding her back again, pinning her face-down to the gold spread while the other two boys tore open her dresser drawers and dove into her closet, tossing dresses and panties and bikinis everywhere. She swore at them, only to receive a crack on the side of the head from Ben, who told her to shut up.
Tim dragged her clothes hamper from the closet, plunging his arms into it, then hauling out dirty underwear and nylons. "Smells like pussy," he said, chuckling.
"Let me see." Brian snatched some pantyhose from Tim, and he pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply as he jacked his slimy prick with his free hand. "Christ! Smells like bitch, all right."
They went through everything, emptying out her closet and all her drawers, strewing all the clothing she owned all over the bedroom. Ann couldn't watch. She couldn't bear seeing her precious clothing treated like trash.
The boys tore at her arms, stretching them out, one arm toward each head post of the bed. Nylon stockings cut into her wrists as the boys bound her arms to the posts.
"No," she said. "Please don't."
Ben cracked her alongside the head again. "Quiet!"
"That's telling her, little brother," Tim said.
Brian and Tim moved to the foot of the bed, yanking her legs apart wide, winding more nylons around her ankles and binding them securely to the foot posts. She was spread-eagled on the king-sized mattress in a facedown position, a monkeylike boy riding her back. Her legs were stretched wide, making her inner thighs ache.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered. "Oh, God, just please stop!"
"Gag her," Brian said. He tossed Ben some dirty panties. "Ram that into her big mouth."
Ben forced the wad of panties in until she choked. He then wrapped a nylon stocking around her head, tying it savagely tight in order to hold the panties in her mouth. Ann salivated in the dirty panties, tasting her own pussy.
"Get off her, turkey," Brian said. "She ain't going nowhere." As Ben climbed off her back, Brian jumped up on the bed between her legs. He fell on her then, ramming his hard, slippery prick between her asscheeks.
Ann clenched her asscheeks together. Her asshole was sore. Another big cock inside her would kill her.
"Open up, bitch," Brian growled, grinding his cock against her vise-tight ass pucker. He lay on her with his full weight, slobbering on her upper back, choking her with his swampy breath.
She tied knots in her asshole, made her body stiff as wood. She'd die fighting him.
"Christ she's tight!" Brian breathed hard, sweating. He bore down, rotating his loins, fucking his cock in savagely. His fuck-lube greased her ass pucker. As she squeezed, Tim's cum oozed out of her, lubricating her resisting shitter mouth even more. Brian's cockhead rammed her open, burying itself in her like a hot potato.
Ann strained, arching her back and neck, gasping into her gag. He was going to split her in half.
Brian grunted, fucking hard, grinding every inch of his cock up her clenched shithole. "Awwww! Wowwwww!"
The tension in Ann's body erupted into violent shudders. She slumped against the mattress, moaning and sobbing, defeated again.
"Christ, what an ass!" Brian writhed on top of her, grinding his cock inside her. As he began to fuck, working his cock in and out, Tim's cum frothed around his plunging prickshaft. "Tight, juicy fucking ass! Oh, yeah!"
"Sucks almost better than Janet's throat, don't it?" Tim said.
"Shut up and let me fuck, pussy-sucker." Brian humped, fucking his uncut prick in and out, grinding his hard body against Ann's backside. As he humped, he nuzzled down under her hair and gnawed on her neck, biting so hard that Ann was sure he'd break the skin and sever an artery.
While Brian raped her asshole, his two brothers kept themselves busy. Tim rummaged through her scattered clothing, sniffing both the clean and dirty like a nosy dog. Ben paced around the bed, jacking his cock and muttering dementedly to himself as he eyed his brother's cock reaming out Ann's asshole.
She moaned into her gag, twisting her head in agony as Brian ripped at the back of her neck with his teeth and slammed his cock in her asshole. God, why couldn't she just die? The humiliation and pain were worse than death. What had she ever done to deserve this?
Brian braced his hands, bridging himself so he could fuck harder, faster, his loins able to swing more freely. His prick plunged. His belly smacked. Tim's cum frothed from Ann's clutching shithole, fucked out of her by Brian's pistoning prick. Brian grunted and moaned like a boar, giving free rein to his lust. The bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall, and Ann's body vibrated to her very bones.
Tim was laughing. "Christ, the plaster's gonna fall off the ceiling if you fuck that bitch much harder."
"Yeah!" Brian growled. "Yeahhh!" He fucked her, grinding his cock down into her with corkscrew motions, scouring her ass with his hard abdomen.
Ann arched her back and neck, tightening her ass with all her strength. It was a defensive reflex of her body, but it didn't help any. If anything, it only excited the boy even more.
"That's it, make it tight, bitch, make it real fucking tight! Yeahhhh!" Brian panted like a struggling wrestler, ramming his prick, jolting her ass so hard that she was glad for the gag in her mouth. Without it, she'd surely bite her tongue off, or break her teeth against each other.
The fucking went on and on. Just when Ann thought the boy was going to explode into her, he paused momentarily and let it cool. Then he began in earnest again, driving himself toward climax, but stopping just short. He did this over and over, torturing Ann not only physically, but mentally as well.
She jerked, tensing as a sharp pain drilled through her left big-toe. She felt her toe sucked into heat and wetness, then felt the sharp pain again. Craning her neck, she spotted Ben kneeling at the foot of the bed, his dirty mouth wrapped around her toe as he chewed and sucked it, jerking himself off all the while.
They're eating me alive, she thought. Like cannibals.
She dropped her head, writhing helplessly against her restraints and under her rapist. The gag in her mouth stifled her cries as Brian rammed her asshole with his rigid cock and Ben gnawed on her toes viciously. Having chewed the toes of Ann's left foot to numbness, the bestial teenager moved over to devour the toes of her right. The sharp bites were almost electrical, shooting up Ann's leg and making her jerk.
"I'm hungry," Tim said. "Gonna see what I can find in the refrigerator. Anybody want anything? Beer? A ham sandwich?" The blond youth laughed as he swaggered out of the room, leaving his grunting brothers to fuck and devour their captive.
The headboard knocked against the wall, the bed seeming to bounce on the floor from the violent fucking taking place on top of it. Cum and ass juices ran out of her reamed-open fuck-hole, leaking like a slimy paste into her cunt-furrow, pooling on the bedspread under her loins. Brian's muscular belly smacked her ass again and again, his tusk-like cock slicing in and out. His sweat dripped on her like hot rain. The smell of sweat and cum, of pussy and balls and shit, made the bedroom smell like a subway John. Ann had never felt so filthy in her life. She was drenched in filth.
"Dirty bitch!" Brian spat. "Dirty fucking bitch! Fuck you! Fuck your smelly ass!"
"Yeah!" Ben muttered, gnawing on Ann's foot, biting her heel. "Fuck her, fuck her!"
Incredibly, and much to Ann's disgust, she realized that her pussy was tightening. A pleasure was throbbing in her loins. As the pleasure increased, she began to take a perverse delight in being tied down and raped, in being humiliated and tortured. She fought the emotion, kept repeating to herself that she wished she were dead, but the sensations mounted in her loins. Even her asshole, as aching and torn as it felt, prickled through with a fuck-itch like that which throbbed in her pussy.
Enjoy it, a demonic voice deep inside her whispered. Feels so good, doesn't it? You love it, don't you? Isn't this what you've always wanted? Isn't this what you've always dreamed about? Admit it! You've been jacked off imagining something like this.
No! Ann screamed at the voice, trying to drown it out with her thoughts. She thrashed on the bed, nearly severing her wrists and ankles as she strained at the nylon shackles. She bucked so hard that Brian had to fall on her to keep from being thrown off. His prick plunged to the hilt up her asshole, stuffing her completely, its knob throbbing in the pit of her guts, and Ann's asshole clutched it, squeezed it like a fist. A maddening tension threatened to explode in Ann's loins.
Brian's cock exploded instead.
"Godddaaammnnnn!" Brian shook all over as his cum burst like lava into Ann's guts. His prick swelled as big as an arm, as hard as a steel pipe. It shuddered, blasting more cum up her asshole. "Ahhhhhh!"
Ann lay under him, her body tense, her asshole like a vise. Electrical sensations wriggled through her loins. She was dangerously close to coming. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want it, couldn't let it happen, not like this!
The boy's prick shivered, spurting cum. He knifed it in and out with quick, short, sharp strokes, grunting all the while like an animal, biting her neck, tearing at her hair with his teeth, slobbering pasty spit all over her shoulders. His prick made disgusting squishing noises inside her as he added his own filthy fuck-load to the load his brother had shot earlier.
"Ahhh, hot bitch ass! Hot fucking bitch ass! Fuck you, bitch, fuck-ohhhhh Christ!" He writhed as another spasm gripped him, ramming his prick in to the hilt and spurting.
Ann's eyes rolled back. Her loins shook inside. The itchy fuck-sensations wriggled through her loins, driving her mad. Her ass jerked, her asshole sucking, the toe-curling spasms gnawing through her pussy and asshole simultaneously. Had she not been gagged, she would have whined like a female cat with a tom's barbed prick up her cunt.
Ann's orgasm had hardly begun when Brian yanked his cock out. "Christ, what a sucking hole!" He slid off the bed. "She's all yours, turkey. I'm gonna get me some food."
As Brian tromped out of the room, Ben jumped up on the bed, leaning close to watch Ann's asshole suck as her orgasm continued. "Wow! Oh, Jesus!" He mounted her, forcing his cock into her hard-gripping asshole. "Oh, mannn!"
It was just Ann's luck that the boy should begin fucking as her orgasm was subsiding. As the fuck-sensation drained from her, a searing pain replaced it.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit outa you," the paperboy muttered. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your guts out."
Ann was ready to sweat blood.
CHAPTER SIX
The paperboy, although shorter and skinnier than his two older brothers, owned a cock as long and thick as theirs. And although he appeared shy and meek, he could be just as savage when mounted on the ass of a woman. This Ann was learning fast. He fucked harder and more viciously than he had when he'd raped her cunt on the diving board, perhaps because he was alone with her now and less self-conscious, perhaps because her being tied down excited him more.
Did it really matter? Here she was, in her own house, tied down and helpless while one boy raped her and two other boys ransacked the place. Lord knew what they were doing downstairs. From time to time, she heard whoops and dirty laughter burst up the stairs. She jumped as something smashed, a plate or a glass.
Suddenly Ben was untying her gag. He lay motionless on top of her, his big cock buried up her shitter to the hilt, his bony elbows digging into her upper back as he braced himself and worked on the knot. Impatient, he gave up trying to untie the gag and simply ripped it off.
He dug into her mouth for the wadded panties. "You scream, and I'll knock your teeth out. Understand?"
Ann nodded, ready to kiss his ass in gratitude.
He yanked the panties out, and Ann sighed, working her jaws, taking deep breaths. She couldn't remember ever having experienced such relief.
The boy flung the panties aside, then shoved his hands down under her to get at her tits. "Raise up a little so I can feel 'em."
It was an impossible effort, but she did manage to lift up enough. The boy assisted by taking some of his weight off her. His hands squeezed her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples and making her gasp. "Like that?"
No, I hate it! she wanted to shout. But instead, she gave him a grunt.
"Yeah, feels good, don't it? Women's tits are like that." He pinched them again and her asshole contracted. He started to fuck again, his prick making obscene liquid noises in her cum-flooded asshole. "I love to fuck ass. Love to watch my prick slide in and out." He pushed up slightly to watch himself fuck.
Except for a slight rawness in her asshole, Ann felt no pain now. Her shitter had been stretched out, and she had enough cum in it to lubricate it for the cock of a horse.
The boy fucked rhythmically, his fingers clutching her tits. His breathing quickened and he fucked faster, his belly making clapping noises against her ass. He moaned. "Mmn, feels good. Feels so fucking good!"
Cum bubbled out of Ann's well-raped shithole and dribbled through her cunt furrow in a warm stream. The spread was so wet under her belly that it was as if she'd pissed on it. The smell of cum rushed into her head a through her nostrils. She couldn't escape the vile odor even by holding her breath.
"Ben," she said softly, using the tone she used to cajole extra spending money from Mort. "Ben, untie me."
The kid jumped as if startled. "You crazy? You're my slave." He fucked faster, as if slightly panicked.
"Please? I'll make it worth your while."
"Shut up and get fucked." He wrenched her tits, making her arch up in agony.
"Please, oh, God!"
"I said, shut up!" He chewed into her neck. Hot spit ran over her collarbone and onto her tit.
"Okay! Oh, God, please, okay, okay!"
The boy rammed her ass, jolting her savagely.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped, half-sobbing.
"Shut up, bitch! You shouldn't have hit me, bitch! Gave me a goddamn black eye, bitch!" He ground his teeth and ground her ass, drooling on her, mauling her.
Ann cursed herself for ever opening her mouth. She should have known that behind that meek exterior, the boy was a Jack-the-Ripper.
"Feels good!" he growled, his voice deeper and louder. "Feels good, don't it, bitch? Feels good, don't it?" He ripped at her hair with his teeth.
"Yes!" Ann gasped. "Yes, yes, oh, please!"
"Shut up!" He chewed her ear, almost ripping it off.
Tears rushed down Ann's cheeks again as she sobbed uncontrollably. She didn't dare say another word, though. There was no telling what the crazed boy might do to her.
"Fucking bitch slave!" he muttered, pounding her ass, slicing his prick in and out of her slimy shithole. "I'm gonna fuck you to death, whore!"
Ann whimpered pathetically. She really hadn't done anything to deserve such cruelty. One slap across the face didn't deserve repeated and savage rape. It didn't deserve her being tied down, called names, tortured. It didn't deserve her house being ransacked. If he was going to fuck her to death, then she prayed he'd get it over with quick.
"Ahhh!" the boy groaned. "Yeahh, awww, fuck, bitch!" He grunted like a pig, fucking her with all his strength and energy, his spine whipping, his loins colliding with her ass faster and faster and harder and harder.
The headboard banged against the wall again, undoubtedly gouging holes in the plaster. The mattress felt like a heaving ocean under Ann. The boy crushed her with all his weight, all his bone and muscle. She felt as if she were smothering, being steam-rollered. And his sword-like prick fucked her asshole, sliced in and out of it without mercy, fucking her to death, fucking the guts out of her.
She grunted and whined and gibbered out of her head. Her despair was so great that she was losing her mind. In her hysteria, she almost laughed. There she was, a naked, helpless, bound woman being fucked by a vicious youth-her paperboy, no less. He was not only fucking her like an animal, but was biting her, mauling her, grinding his body against her as if he wanted to rub her out like a cigarette butt. It was the most savage sight she'd ever imagined, but it was real, and it was happening now-to her!
"Goddamn you!" she gasped. "Bastard!"
"Shut up!" The boy clawed her tits, gouging her sensitive nipples with his horny fingernails.
"Bastard!"
"Shut up!" He ripped at the back of her neck with his teeth, breaking the skin. A small trickle of blood, like hot sweat, moved down her neck. The boy sucked at the wound, licked up the blood as it bubbled out. "Oh, fuck!" He fucked with sweeping rotations of his loins, grinding his prick in even deeper. Her blood apparently excited him even more.
"Vampire!" she growled. "Dirty filthy bloodsucker! Leech!"
"I'm gonna kill you!" the boy muttered, his tone almost pained. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Ann growled, foaming at the mouth. She knew she'd lost her mind completely. She writhed under the thrusting, grunting boy, fighting her bonds, fighting him, defying the universe. Even a primal scream couldn't compare to the violent intensity of her emotions right now. She had sunk to the level of an animal, had sunk even deeper than that. She was pure gut emotion and feeling now, pure unbridled energy.
"Ahhhh!" she whined. "Godddammnnn!" Suddenly her loins came alive, saturated with fuck-sensation. Pussy-cream spurted from her contracting cunt. The sensations took hold of her entire body. She felt them in her head, in her guts, in her legs and feet. She'd never experienced anything like it in her life. "Bite me, you bastard, bite me again! Bite!"
"Fuck you!" The boy planted his teeth in a new spot on the back of her neck and let them sink. His canine fangs pierced her skin.
"Oh, Goddd!" Shudders passed down Ann's spine as electricity shot from the boy's teeth, as fresh blood oozed out and the boy sucked it. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck!"
Ann's fingers and toes prickled as if being needled. Her tits swelled, her nipples becoming hard as rubber. Every cell of her body tingled with sexual tension and sensation. Her loins pulsated with a maddening heat and fuck-itch, her asshole sucking the boy's sliding cock like a hungry mouth. She was on the verge of an orgasm, balancing there on the very edge, and she wanted the sensation to go on forever.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus fucking Christ!" the boy groaned, arching up, driving his prick into her like a red-hot spear and holding it there, buried to the hilt, as Ann's asshole sucked it fiercely, nearly popping the knob off his cock shaft. He shivered all over, yanking his cock back, then fucking it into Ann's prick-skinning asshole again. "Ohh, ohhh, ahhhh!" His prick shuddered violently as his cum gushed out, filling Ann's asshole and mixing with the cum of his two brothers. "Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" He whined painfully as he worked his cock with tight, quick thrusts, pumping his swelling, pulsating, cum-spurting prick in the depths of Ann's sucking shithole.
Ann's head seemed to whirl. She was dizzy, even lying down. The sensation in her loins intensified and overflowed. Spasms clawed through her cunt, through her asshole. She gnawed on the bedspread, whining with a pleasure too intense to bear. Explosions went off in her brain, in her loins. An ecstatic energy surged through her spine and legs, surging in long, intense spurts. She quivered under the rutting, jism-shooting boy, for the first time in her life experiencing the pleasure she'd so long dreamed of, had so long desired.
"Oh, man, juicy fucking bitch!" The boy's cum overflowed her asshole, his prick squishing inside her as it flexed, oozing out the last of his jism.
Ann's asshole sucked, her pleasure continuing to pulse from the pit of her asshole, where the tip of the boy's prick kissed it again and again, spitting electricity even though it had stopped spitting cum. The feeling was marvelous, better than she'd ever imagined it would be. It was the feeling she had always craved, the ultimate feeling, getting fucked to orgasm, then writhing with ecstasy while a big hard cock throbbed inside her body, cum drenching her pleasure-saturated fuck-meat.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ann sighed. "Ohhh, yessss!"
The boy lay on her, unmoving, his breathing fast and deep. His mouth had gone slack and he drooled on her neck. He'd fallen asleep, exhausted, his prick buried inside her. His sleeping weight crushed her, making her claustrophobic. Within seconds, she was close to panic.
The doorbell rang downstairs, and Ann's panic changed to instant elation-rescue!
"Help!" she screamed. "Help! Help!"
Jerking awake, Ben clapped his hand over her mouth. He had no need to, however, because her cries had fallen on unsympathetic ears. Whooping and laughter and shouting welled up from downstairs, the voices of a gang of rowdy teenagers. And the loudest voices of them all, those of Brian and Tim, shouted, "Party time! Party time!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
They had her tied up and on display like a carnival freak. They'd gagged her again, with some boy's sweaty Jockey shorts wadded up and stuffed in her mouth and a tight nylon stocking around her head. Her arms were tied behind her back, nylons around her bound-together wrists. Her legs had been jack-knifed and bound to her chest, her knees pressed to her tits. They'd wrapped ropes around and around her body, ropes that cut into her skin, ropes that bound her folded legs to her torso and made her resemble a big ball of bare flesh.
She was like a beach ball. They could sit her up, her chin resting on her knees, or they could knock her over and roll her around, the cum leaking out of her asshole and pussy like the slime from a slug. She was the helpless sexual toy of a crowd now. At least a dozen teenagers had arrived so far, including three females, and more were on the way. Brian kept punching buttons on the phone while he leaned close to the opened phone book. It seemed as if he was determined to invite every teenager in town to "the party," as he called it.
The kids lost no time stripping after they arrived. The boys paraded around, hard-ons wagging some of them dripping fuck-lube on the carpet. The girls wiggled their asses and showed off their nubile tits, giggling and shrieking as boys grabbed them and used them. One girl lay on the couch now, her legs waving in the air as a grunting youth fucked between them, his muscular ass bouncing, his prick plunging fast. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her hands clutching the boy's upper back.
Another girl stood bent over, hands braced on her knees while the youth mounted on her ass rammed his prick in and out of her leaking pussy. A boy stepped up in front of her and stuffed his cock in her mouth. She gagged for a moment, then began to suck, her throat swelling as the boy sank his cock in her face to the hilt.
The third girl sat naked on the floor between the hairy legs of a boy who was sitting in Mort's favorite easy chair. As the boy relaxed back, a blissful expression on his face, the girl lapped hungrily at his big hairy balls, her hand jerking up and down his rampant prick.
"How ya doing, sexy bitch?" A smirking boy with a can of beer in his hand squatted slightly in front of Ann, who was sitting up, and let his dripping prick throb against her nose.
Ann closed her eyes, repulsed by the taunt and by the sweaty, musky aroma of his prickhead. Didn't teenaged boys ever wash? She wondered. Mort's prick always smelled like deodorant soap. All these boys had cocks that smelled like toilets.
The boy wiggled his hips, letting his cock swing from side to side and thud against her cheeks. "Dying to suck it, ain't ya? Too bad. I see you're sucking on underwear now. Catch ya later, bitch." He dumped some beer on her face and walked away.
Ann waited awhile, then slowly opened her eyes. Some beer dripped off her eyelash and she blinked, her eye irritated and watering.
"Ooooh, ahhhh, mannnn!" bellowed the boy who was fucking between the legs of the girl on the couch. He panted, jerking up and down frantically as he poured his cum into the cunt of the girl.
The girl, her toes clawing at the boy's ass, sighed loudly, her eyes rolling back to white slits, her body quivering, then jerking as spasms ripped through her teenaged loins. "Coming!" she moaned. "Coming!"
Ann watched in stunned fascination. Was the girl really coming? How did she manage to come so easily, so quickly? The boy hadn't been fucking her more than a few minutes. Ann envied the girl, being able to come so effortlessly while fucking. It wasn't fair. She hated the girl.
The doorbell rang and more kids arrived. Ann regretted now that her house was set back well away from the street and her yard hidden on all but the front side by a thick, tall hedge. The house across the street was hidden by its own hedge of the thick cedar trees. None of her neighbors could even see her house. Otherwise they might get suspicious about all the kids entering it.
Tim and Ben appeared from the basement, each boy lugging a case of beer, fat prick and balls resting atop the case as if on a display plate. Boys cheered at the sight of the beer.
"There's a lot more where that came from," Tim said. "This place must have been a brewery at one time."
Ann cringed. They'd found Mort's stock, both imported and domestic. He collected brands of beer like she collected bikinis. He had enough down there to get the whole town looped. She couldn't imagine what would happen as these rowdy youths got drunk, then drunker. And Mort, if she lived to face him, would throw the tantrum of his life to find his precious stock looted. Why didn't somebody just kill her and solve her problems?
"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck!" The boy sprawled in Mort's chair was bucking, his big dick spurting like a fountain as the giggling girl between his legs pumped two hands up and down his slippery prick. Gobs of cum shot all over, on his belly, on the girl's face and tits. His balls pulsed in bold relief, two swollen eggs. "Suck it, goddamn you, suck it!"
The girl leaned closer, licking the youth's jerking prick, eating his cum as it spurted out, but not going down on it. When the boy had finished shooting, he slammed her viciously back and forth across her face with his cum-dripping fucker, cursing her for spitting out his cock just as it had begun to spurt.
"Clean me off, bitch!" he ordered, and the girl licked the jizz off his belly and balls and cock. She smirked as she lapped, but had stopped giggling.
Ann found herself salivating. For just a moment she envied the girl who was eating the youth's cum. She pushed the thought out of her mind violently a moment later. It's all this nudity and shameless sex going on, she told herself. She wasn't used to witnessing it.
A couple of boys, beer cans in their hands, dragged the two girls who had finished pleasuring their buddies over to the threesome that was still going at it, the bent-over girl being fucked from behind by one youth while a second youth fucked her throat. The two girls, thrown down on their knees and gripped by the hair, were ordered to lick the assholes of the two humping, grunting boys. When they refused, whips were called for. A belt was brought, and a doubled-up rope. As excited boys, all holding cans or bottles of beer, gathered around the two girls were thrashed into submission, which came after only a few lashes. The two girls buried their noses in the ass-furrows of the two fucking boys and began to lick as if the boys had honey leaking from their shit holes.
"Get those tongues in there, ass-sucking bitches!" shouted a boy, his words slightly slurred, and other boys urged the two girls on.
The two youths who were doing the fucking started to wriggle as tongues licked out their assholes. Within seconds one boy was shooting his cum up the twat of the girl he was fucking. Before he dismounted, his partner on the other end was choking his girl with a heavy load of cum. The audience cheered them on, ordering the choking girl to suck down every drop, making sure the two girls on their knees continued sucking ass until the two fuckers had satisfied themselves completely.
The doorbell rang and more boys barged in, arms around the necks of four more red-faced, laughing females. Ann could see the pricks harden in the jeans and shorts of the boys, could see the newly arrived teenaged girls blush even redder and their nipples stiffen in halter-cups or T-shirts. The new arrivals stripped themselves and each other in only moments. Every boy's prick was hard, every girl's nipples stiff and flushed. Fuck lube oozed from cum holes and pussy-holes. The scent of cocks and balls and pussy made Ann feel as if she were suffocating. Suddenly two dozen, maybe three dozen naked teenagers were surrounding Ann, gawking at her, laughing at her, nudging and pinching her.
She clamped her eyes shut, praying that at any moment she would wake up from a nightmare. This had to be a horrible dream. It just couldn't be real.
Suddenly hands were ripping her gag off, were yanking the wadded briefs out of her mouth. And she knew it was real-all too real.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Eat that pussy, cunt mouth!" A boy had Ann by the back of her head and was mashing her face between the legs of the girl squatting over her.
Other boys kicked at her. They all had sharp toenails that gouged. "Lick out that crotch, whore!" another boy said. More kicks, more growled commands followed for Ann to suck out the girl's cum-drooling pussy.
Ann held her breath, turning purple from the strain. She had her mouth clamped shut, was grinding her teeth. She didn't care what they did to her. She would not eat that filthy, smelly female crotch, especially with that grayish male fuck-slime oozing out of it.
"Come on, momma," taunted the girl, herself. "Lick out my juicy cunt. Ain't you never sucked pussy before? It's sexy. All the girls do it nowadays." She squatted lower, rubbing her hairy pussylips all over Ann's face and frosting it with pussy-cream and jism. It was the girl who had gotten fucked on the couch, humping face-to-face and fucked to orgasm. It was the bitch who had come so easily, whining with spastic pleasure while the youth had spurted his load up her clutching cunt, the bitch Ann had envied, had hated for being able to come so easily.
The girl reached between her legs, spreading her seething fuck-hole. Jism ran out, dribbling over Ann's nose and lips. "Come on, momma, eat me, suck me."
Ann was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, against her will, her mouth opened and air rushed into her lungs. At the same time, hot dripping cunt meat was forced between her lips and the taste of pussy and cum gagged her.
The boy behind her, his knees braced against her back, his fingers wrapped in her hair, jerked and twisted her head, grinding her face and mouth between the laughing girl's legs. Everybody was laughing at her, jeering at her.
"Suck her out," ordered the boy gripping Ann's head. "Eat that pussy. Eat that cum."
Ann gagged repeatedly as salty and tart fuck-juices leaked down her throat.
"Hey Wrennie, what did you shoot in that bitch-poison?" somebody yelled. "The old lady sounds like she's gonna croak from it!"
Ann never heard Wrennie's reply because the girl started shrieking at her. "Use your tongue, for christsake! What's the matter, momma, didn't nobody ever teach you how to eat pussy?"
Ann rammed her tongue up the girl's filthy cunt, receiving a gush of cum and pussy-cream, half of which ran down her neck and between her tits. As the girl squealed and wiggled her ass like a fucked bitch, Ann gnawed into her lust-swollen cuntlips. The girl gasped, grinding her crotch against Ann's mouth, her pussy clutching madly at Ann's twisting, pistoning tongue.
"Oh, God, oh, fuck!" the girl gibbered. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" The girl's cunt
SO contracted with powerful throbbing and sucks.
Somebody slapped the spasming girl's ass and sent her tumbling into the close-gathered crowd of naked girls and boys. She swore at the interruption of her pleasure, then groaned with satisfaction as hands groped between her legs, crushing out the rest of her orgasm.
Ann had no time to watch the girl writhe, however, because immediately that girl's pussy was replaced with the cunt of the girl who had been fucked standing up, the one who had been bent over and fucked from behind like a she-goat while her throat had been stuffed from the front. The girl's legs were all pasty with the cum that had leaked from her pussy, and Ann was forced to lick them clean before her face was rammed against the girl's horny pussy. This girl came even faster than the first, moaning and wriggling as her hairy crotch exploded in Ann's face. Ann was shocked when hot pussyjuice sprayed from the girl's cunt as she spasmed. The hot juice ran down on Ann's tits, what of it Ann didn't swallow.
"Get away, dizzy cunt!" A boy knocked the girl aside and stepped up in her place, squatting slightly to bring his rampant cock to the level of Ann's mouth. His throbbing prick was enormous, the largest one Ann had ever seen. The boy rammed the knob against her lips, leaking fuck-lube down her chin. He grabbed her ears, forcing her to open her mouth wide. "Eat it, damn you, swallow it!"
It was like swallowing a fist, or a king size apple. No more than his cock head would fit in her mouth. It throbbed in her mouth like a big slab of hot salty meat.
"Suck it!" the boy hissed. "Pleasure it."
Ann did the best she could, which was to lick the underside of the enormous knob. Even the boy seemed to realize that it would be futile to try stuffing more of his cock in her mouth. As she sucked his prickhead, fuck-lube bubbled from his wide-open pisshole and ran down Ann's throat like postnasal drip. Fascinated by the knob's size, and by his huge pisshole, Ann let her tongue explore as it would. She probed his open pisshole, tasting sticky fuck-lube. His piss-slit was so big, she could shove her tongue inside it. She twisted her tongue, screwing it in at least an inch.
"Yeahhhh! Yeahhhh!" the boy moaned. "Keep it up, keep it up!" His legs shook and the vibrations were transmitted through his fuck rod.
Vibrations shook Ann's tongue, passing through her mouth. Her entire face and throat tingled pleasantly. A sudden hunger made her suck fiercely, all the while drilling the youth's pisshole with her tongue.
"Goddamn!" the boy cried. "Oh, fuck!" His prick shuddered powerfully, its knob swelling. He wrenched Ann's ears and cried out again as an enormous load of cum gushed down Ann's throat. His cum was so hot and thick, and it came so fast, that Ann gagged repeatedly, trying to swallow his jizz before it drowned her.
"Yeahhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Ahhh!" His cum kept spurting, huge wads of it, fluffy and thick as hot pudding.
He pulled out while his prick was still pulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm, and Ann was left with a mouthful and throat full of cum, which she did her best to swallow, although much of it ran down her chin and neck.
"Goddamn, what a sucking bitch!" Another boy stepped up, beating other boys to Ann's mouth. His prick was large, but a dwarf compared to the giant she'd just sucked on. He sank his prick all the way down her throat, fucking it in to the hilt, rubbing his hairy groin savagely against her nose and making her snot run. As she sucked his cock, she swallowed as much of her own snot as the boy's cockjuice.
He humped, using her mouth and throat like a cunt, fucking her face. The more she choked and blubbered, the more he seemed to enjoy it and the more excited he became. His prick was like hot steel, mercilessly reaming out her throat as he fucked. He jerked on Ann's head until it swam inside. All she could do was close her eyes and hold on, letting the boy use her face and throat as he wished. She was helpless. When the boy's cum squirted out like hot milk, scalding her tonsils, sliding down her throat, she swallowed it with a kind of gratitude. Now he'd let her go, his savage teenaged lust temporarily sated.
Just as she knew he would, the boy pulled out the moment the pleasure subsided in his cock and his cum stopped spurting out. Ann enjoyed a few seconds of fresh air and relative peace before the next boy fought his way to her mouth to use it like a fuck-toy. As his hard prick slid down her throat, she closed her eyes, trying to forget what was happening, the abuse, the degradation. She was nothing more than a scrunched-up ball of fuck-meat, with three juicy holes for boys to dip their pricks in and get their pleasure from.
When the boy had shot his load, another boy took his place. When would it end? How many more cocks would she have to suck? How many more cocks were going to fuck her throat raw? How much more cum could she swallow before she vomited? She could feel the pool of thick cum in her stomach, sensed it steaming, fermenting, bubbling like a witch's brew in a caldron. She retched just as another cock exploded in her mouth, sending fresh fuck-poison rolling down her throat. The boy moaned, gasped and pistoned his cock until he'd fucked out every last drop. Another boy took his place almost before he'd pulled out.
Hairy balls flapped against her chin. Sweat dripped own on her. She could smell nothing but sweaty cocks and balls, sweaty armpits, cum and more cum. The air in the living room was superheated despite the air-conditioning. The air-conditioning system, even set on high-cool, wouldn't have been able to handle the body heat of three-dozen or more lusting teenagers. And more were arriving every few minutes, banging on the door, laying on the chimes until they whined as if in pain, bursting into the house as if they owned the place, tearing off their sweaty clothes, joining the orgy.
She wasn't the only female being abused. She heard choking and caught a glimpse of a girl on her knees while two muscular youths, teeth bared, rammed their two cocks down her throat at the same time. Another girl had been spread-eagled face-up in front of the TV set. Boys held her arms and legs down while a boy squatted over her face and forced her to lick out his asshole. Another girl was being forced to suck the squatting youth's stiff prick. That girl, in turn, was being fucked from behind, whether up the cunt or the asshole, Ann couldn't tell.
The girl on her knees nearby blubbered, choking and struggling as the two boys simultaneously fucking her throat began to pop their loads. Her face turned purple as they nearly strangled her with their sliding cocks and their profuse loads of cum, some of which bubbled from the girl's hugely stretched mouth and dripped on her young tits. When they got done with her, they knocked her over and kicked her aside, laughing and lifting bottles of beer to their lips. One of the boys walked right over the sniveling girl, his big toes digging into her tender white ass-cheek, as he stumbled off through the crowd in search of who-knew-what.
"Eat it, bitch, suck it out!" bellowed the boy sitting on the spread-eagled girl's mouth while another girl sucked his rampant prick. His ass quivered, bucking as he rammed his prick in and out of the sucking girl's mouth. She gagged, unable to swallow all his cum, which drooled from her mouth, drenching the boy's balls and dripping on the ass-sucking girl's neck. All the while he was shooting, he never stopped rubbing his dirty ass in the spread-eagled girl's face. "Eat it," he said again. "Oh, Jesus Christ, suck it out!"
Ann nearly snapped off the cock in her mouth when she realized what was actually happening, receiving a cuff alongside the head until her jaws loosened. Then she retched, as close to vomiting as she'd come yet. For when the boy who was coming yelled, "suck it out," he was speaking not only to the girl sucking his spurting cock, but to the girl eating out his asshole, as well. The girl under him thrashed violently as other boys held her down and as the boy sitting on her face forced a huge thick turd into her mouth. The turd was no less than the size of his cock, and at least half of it had slid down the girl's throat.
"Suck on it, you dirty bastard whore!" the boy growled, the turd slipping all the way out of his asshole as he lifted up, knocking the prick-sucking girl away and struggling to his feet.
Most of the attention in the room had turned to the scene in front of the TV where the spread-eagled girl, a cute petite blonde, was crying huge tears and sucking on the big brown turd as if it were a cock. A hush came over the room. One boy got so excited by the scene that he lost control of his slow prick-jacking and spurted a thick, gummy load all over the turd-sucking girl's naked body.
The boy who had shit wasn't finished with his cruelty yet. He thrust his hand into the hair of the girl who had sucked his cock, and he dragged her over until her face hovered over the protruding end of the solid turd. "Suck shit!" he growled, and forced her head down. The naked end of the turd slid between the girl's lips, slid down her throat. The two girl's kissed, sucking on a common cylinder of shit. It seemed as if everyone in the room was holding his or her breath. Even the boy currently fucking Ann's throat had paused to watch.
"Go on, suck it, give it a blowjob." The boy who had laid the turd squeezed on the top girl's head, pulled on her hair, made her bob her head.
She gagged again and again, crying like the bottom girl, raining hot tears all over the little blonde's face. As her head moved up and down, her lips sliding around the big thick turd, the turd began to soften, to melt. Shitty juice dripped from the girl's lips, ran down over the little blonde's cheeks. The boy who was kneeling behind the upper girl and who had been fucking her dog-style, resumed his fucking, driving his prick in and out of the girl's asshole. His eyes focused on the girl's lips as they slid up and down the big turd. He was fascinated, terribly excited by the scene, as was almost every other boy in the room. They'd all stopped drinking their beer, had stopped shouting. Except for the boys with cocks buried down the throats, or up the cunts or assholes of girls, every other boy was stroking his rampant cock and breathing hotly.
Ann's current fucker resumed fucking her throat. In order to keep him from fucking too fast and interfering with her relatively undisturbed view of the turd-sucking girls, she sucked the boy's cock vigorously, using her tongue to stimulate his throbbing prick knob. He slowed his fucking, letting her suck and pleasure his cock while he looked over his shoulder and watched the two girls being forced to suck shit.
"Suck that turd," muttered the boy who was fucking the turd-sucker's asshole. "Oh, yeah, suck it!" He fucked faster and faster, smacking his belly against the girl's ass as she bobbed her head, her shitty lips sliding up and down around the hunk of shit.
"Suck that turd," muttered the boy who was fucking the turd-sucker's asshole. "Oh, yeah, suck it!" He fucked faster and faster, smacking his belly against the girl's ass as she bobbed her head, her shitty lips sliding up and down around the hunk of shit.
"You, too, bitch! Suck!" A boy had stepped up between the blonde girl's legs, and he was twisting his big toe viciously in her cunt, digging into her tender cunt meat with his toenail.
The little blonde writhed, sobbing pathetically, shitty saliva running like brown paste down her cheeks. As the boy rammed his toe in deep, making her body shiver, she sucked the turd buried in her throat. The upper girl's head bobbed and their lips met again and again in a shit-sucking kiss. It was as if a big, double-ended dildo was being shared by the two sniveling girls, each of them blowing one end of it, their lips meeting again and again as it worked in and out of their mouths.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" A boy stepped up, his hand a blur on his cock, wads of hot jism spurting from his gaping cumhole and splat-ting down all over the two girls.
Another boy stepped up, his skinny body quivering, and fired another load on the turd-suckers.
Suddenly the ass-fucking boy was bucking frantically, grunting as he blasted his cum up the asshole of the shit-eater. He snapped his head from side to side, his eyes rolling back and glassy with pleasure.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" gasped the girl whose asshole was being pumped full of cum. And it was obvious that she was coming, coming despite her mouthful of shit! She squirmed, her tits swinging, her ass churning around the fucking, spurting cock. In her excitement, she chewed the turd, biting it in half.
"Swallow it!" a boy ordered.
A boy squatted next to her, forcing a fist into her shit-filled mouth. He twisted his other fist against the blonde's mouth, ramming the protruding end of turd in and choking her. The two girls struggled, but they were helpless. Gagging repeatedly, as if choking to death, the two girls, little by little, swallowed the hunks of shit. The scene so excited the boys watching that three more of them lost their loads, raining their hot thick jism on the two struggling girls.
The prick in Ann's mouth swelled, quivered, then spurted. The boy rammed his cock down Ann's throat to the hilt, his balls contracting against her chin as his hot cum shot down her throat. Her head vibrated with each spasm of the youth's cock.
The room reeked of shit and cum. The tension and silence dissolved into laughter as the two girls finished swallowing shit and as several more boys jerked off on them. All the other girls, who now numbered at least a dozen, were thrown down on the floor and made to lap the cum off the two shit-suckers. They resembled a pack of feasting animals as they licked, slurping and sucking up the thick wads of cum. Their pink tongues moved all over the naked bodies of the two girls and soon the two shit-suckers were giggling and squirming, the tongues lapping all over them, tickling them out of their minds.
Ann had never seen such madness, had certainly never imagined anything like the scene she'd just witnessed.
CHAPTER NINE
It was as if Ann had been declared the madam of a group of teenaged whores. They grouped around her like scared ducklings around a mother duck, all of them gagged, as was Ann. Every girl's mouth had been stuffed with a jock strap, or a pair of undershorts, or with some other girl's cunt-flavored panties. The wads of underwear were bound in place by painfully tight gags around the heads of the girls. Their wrists had been bound in front of them with nylon stockings or clothesline rope. They huddled together, tits and asses rubbing against each other, with Ann in the middle of the group as if she could offer them protection or comfort. The aroma of cunt was suffocating.
Although most of the girls had drunk enough beer to get them a little dizzy, they'd drunk nowhere near as much as the boys had. Every last boy was red-eyed with beer and lust, staggering slightly when he walked, smirking and scowling and cursing the females as he sucked down more beer. Each looked dangerous.
There wasn't a soft cock in the bunch. A few big pricks drooped, only half-hard, but all the rest either stood straight out or up at an acute angle. A few cocks pointed directly at the ceiling, nearly glued to the bellies of the youths. And all the cocks throbbed, horny and ready for action.
The boys milled around restlessly, like a pack of attack-dogs ready to pounce when the order was given. Brian and Tim were directing things. Ben was hiding somewhere in the group of boys, quiet and timid once again.
"You guys keep it down out there," Tim said. "We don't wanna attract attention."
"Yeah, you turkeys, don't go shooting your mouths off, or the neighbors'll bring the cops down on us." Brian turned up his bottle, and he emptied its content down his throat.
"Lay off, shit head!"
"Fuck you!"
The crowd of boys scattered, and two brawling youths rolled out, punching and wrestling, continuing to curse at each other. Ann expected Tim or Brian to put a stop to the scuffle, but they just stepped back with the rest of the boys, drinking beer and smirking as they watched the two youths slam and tear at each other. The girls all pressed against the wall and each other, and Ann stood with them, watching helplessly as the two boys destroyed what was left of her large and expensively furnished living room. A lamp went over and smashed. Ashtrays flew, scattering their contents-not that it mattered much. Few of the kids had bothered to use ashtrays since they'd arrived.
The two boys rolled around and beat on each other until they were both too exhausted to go on. They rolled apart then, panting, blood leaking from split lips, blood frothing from deformed noses.
Brian chuckled drunkenly. "Fucking turkeys!"
"Let's go," Tim said, and suddenly the boys were shoving the girls, driving them like cattle.
The entire group stumbled out of the house and into the backyard, leaving the two bleeding youths on the living room floor. Ann knew her carpet was ruined forever.
It was mid-evening, the sun nearing the tree tops, but still hot, close to ninety. Ann saw the cool water of her swimming pool and was tempted to jump in and drown herself. They'd probably let her, would likely stand around and watch, jacking their cocks while she sucked water into her lungs, her face contorted with death. Then they'd probably rape her corpse.
"Jesus Christ, it's a fucking nudist camp," yelled a boy, and he danced and skipped and ran all around the yard, giggling idiotically.
"Keep it down, turkey," Brian slurred. "Ya wanna get the fucking pigs down on us? Christ!"
The boy toned down his giggling, but not his antics. He wrapped his arms around the life-size bronze sculpture of a Greek goddess Mort had paid through the nose for, rubbing his nude body against her bronze belly and tits, working his hard prick back and forth between her thighs. He even kissed her, humping with such realistic lust that Ann expected his cock, protruding between the goddess's legs, to ejaculate at any moment. He stopped suddenly, sliding to his knees and lapping at the statue's crotch. He spat. "Rusty pussy."
This brought the other boys to life. Another youth squatted behind the statue and licked its ass.
"Hey, this guy's been clipped," said a boy who was inspecting the stone statue of the cock-less Roman god, the bronze goddess' mate. This sculpture, too, was life-size, the reason Mort had bought it as a mate to the bronze despite its being stone rather than bronze. "Some bitch must of bit off his prick." The boy stepped behind the statue and he shoved his own rampant cock between the god's legs, making it appear as if the stone god owned a big hard prick of living, throbbing flesh. His fucker stood up at an acute angle, the sunlight glinting off a pearl of fuck-lube balanced at the mouth of his pisshole.
"Bet that guy hasn't fucked since the ancient days," a boy said. "Bet he's horny as a goat." The kid grabbed the nearest girl and he dragged her toward the statue and the waiting hard cock. He forced her to her knees. "Blow it, ya dumb bitch!" He tore off her gag and yanked the panties out of her mouth.
The girl reached up, bending down he cock until she could get her lips around the head. The boy behind the statue moaned, straining forward, giving her as much cock as he could. As she swallowed his prick, his eyes rolled with pleasure.
"Suck it, yeah, suck it! Ahhh!"
The girl bobbed her head, as if blowing the cock of a stone statue.
"Hey, I want my ass sucked, too," said the boy getting the blowjob.
"You heard him," said Tim. He knocked a girl to her knees, then kicked her ass until she'd scrambled on all fours-which wasn't easy, her wrists being bound together-and was kneeling up behind the boy who'd called for an ass-suck. "Eat his shithole, whore!" Tim ungagged her, then twisted her face into the boy's ass, burying her nose between his ass cheeks.
"Lick it out," the kid moaned. "I love it."
The girl lapped up and down his asscrack, probed his pucker, then wiggled her tongue up his shithole.
"Oh, oh, fuck!" the boy gasped. "Shit!" He clung to the statue, his ass wiggling as cum exploded from him. His prick slipped from between the girl's sucking lips and flexed in mid-air, its knob bold and purple, its blue veins like gnarled snakes. Long thick strands of cum were hurled out, gluing to the girl's
M cheeks and lips and tits. "Goddamn!" The boy trembled. "Suck it!" The girl caught his prick again and sucked the knob, receiving the last spurts down her throat.
"I'm next," a kid said, shoving his prick between the legs of the statue the moment the spent youth had stepped out of the way. His big prick throbbed in the sunlight, waiting for female flesh to pleasure it.
Two boys brought him a very drunk blonde girl, perhaps the youngest girl there. They lifted her up by the legs, face-to-face with the statue, and were about to impale her on the throbbing cocks, her legs spread wide, when she started to fight. The two boys dropped her. Whimpering, she tried to crawl away, but the boys caught her by her long silky hair. She struggled frantically.
"Hey, she ain't never been fucked before," said a short boy as he stumbled forward. He had a can of beer in one hand and his hard prick in the other. "She's my old lady, man. Leave her alone. Leave Cissy alone!"
"Get outa here!" The youths pushed him back as they continued to try to pick up the girl.
"Leave her alone. She blows, but she don't fuck. She promised her ma she won't fuck."
The kid let go of his cock and he swung at one of the youths.
"Will somebody get this little fart outa here?"
Other boys moved up and dragged the swearing kid away.
"Her ma made her promise, you bastards. Her cherry ain't never been popped. Hey, let me fuck her first. I wanna fuck her. She's my-" The kid was shoved inside the house, probably locked up in the basement.
More boys joined in to help with the struggling young girl. The excitement in the air had increased noticeably the moment it was learned that the girl was a virgin.
"Man, I'd love to ram my hog up her pussy," a boy near Ann muttered. "Ain't never popped a cherry."
"Fuck, this is gonna be fun to watch," another boy said.
There were more hands lifting and tugging at the young virgin than were needed, so some of the boys were ordered to back off. Tim and Brian supervised, directing that Mort's stepladder be brought over so that the girl's threatening bound arms could be stretched above her head by a boy atop the ladder.
They slipped a rope around the girl's wrist bonds and gave the free end to the boy on the ladder. He yanked her arms up high, making her moan, her eyes glassy with the pain of the stretch.
"She's got fuzz under her arms," a boy said.
"She ain't got much more than that on her pussy," said another.
Boys held her from behind, their rough hands moving around front to play with her budding tits. When they twisted on her nipples, her eyes twisted in their sockets.
Other boys held her feet and legs, spreading her legs until they formed a perfect split. A boy reached under her crotch and he screwed his middle finger up into her pussy. The girl's toes curled and her eyes nearly turned back into their sockets.
"Tighter than the asshole of a stiff," said the boy as he wiggled his finger inside her. He looked at the boy who stood behind the statue and was peeking over its shoulder, watching the other guys getting ready to impale the virgin on his huge, wildly throbbing prick. "Ronnie, you lucky horny bastard. I hope she rips the hide off that itchy cock of yours."
"Sit her on it," Ronnie said. "Before I lose my load." His prick appeared to have grown from about seven inches to at least nine, its knob-skin splitting tight, its pisshole gaping like a screaming mouth and drooling fuck-lube like thick sap. The lube leaked down his long throbbing cockshaft and dripped on the ground like spit.
The boy's prick looked murderous. The small girl, being lifted up with her legs split as wide as they could be, was a fragile young blossom, a sensitive virgin. Even the boy's finger up her cunt was causing her toes to curl and her eyes to roll with pain. That huge cock would kill her.
Ann's tits, swollen with a lust she couldn't control, rose and fell, rose and fell. She was excited. God was she excited! Furtively, she rubbed her thighs together, working her throbbing pussylips together and making them sizzle.
The boy yanked his finger out of Cissy's cunt. Her super-tense body appeared to wilt, her cunt relieved of the stretch. Her toes uncurled.
"Here goes, baby," one of the boys growled in her ear. "We're gonna bust your cherry on that big fucking rod."
The girl stared down in horror, wriggling helplessly, her arms stretched high above her head, her little chest, with its budding tits, rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. The boy's enormous cock, jutting up from between the legs of the statue, looked like a rocket at ignition, quivering, vibrating.
"Fuck!" the expectant, madly horny boy muttered. "Oh, fuck!"
They lowered her toward his excited cock, which by now was standing almost vertical. Just before her open pussy touched the tip of his prickhead, a few drops of hot fluid dripped out of her and leaked down the boy's prickshaft. She was trembling all over, as if she had vibrators stuffed up her asshole and pussy and down her throat.
Prickhead and pussy kissed. The girl struggled, almost throwing a fit. The boys holding her fought to keep her steady.
"Fuck her on that big cock," Tim said. "Make her take it all."
They twisted her body from side to side, working her tight pussy down on the fist-like prickhead. She snapped her head from side to side, back and forth, her blue eyes glazed with alcohol and fear and pain.
As the boys holding her worked her crotch onto the rampant cock, the boy stretching her arms over her head eased his pull on the rope little by little, keeping her stretched, but allowing her body to descend.
"Ohhh, Christ!" her fucker moaned. "She's so hot, so tight!" He clung to the statue, trembling as much as the girl.
Hot juice ran out of the girl's pussy and drenched the youth's cock, drenched his balls and dripped from them. It was as if a floodgate had burst inside her. She groaned, still fighting desperately although there was no hope for her. Now that her own pussy had greased the youth's fucker, it was easy for the boys to impale her on the vertical fuck rod.
The boys worked together, with perfect timing. All at once, as if responding to a count of one, two, three, they screwed her little body onto the huge fuck-bludgeon. There was a tearing, popping sound. The girl shuddered as if shocked by high voltage, her fingers and toes curling, her blue eyes showing only their whites as their long lashes fluttered. The huge cock disappeared up her cunt completely, until her crotch rubbed the boy's balls. She screamed into her gag, then went limp, having passed out.
Everyone was silent for what seemed like minutes, although it was only a second or two. Then the boys started laughing, talking about how they had heard her cherry pop.
"She's coming to," someone said, and as the girl's eyes quivered, then opened, the boys around her taunted her, calling her a whore, pinching at her tits and ass.
She was sweating, her entire body flushed like a rose.
"Ride it, bitch," Tim said, draining the last drops of beer out of a can, then tossing it in the swimming pool.
They lifted her up, easing her cunt off the boy's cock until only his prickhead throbbed inside her. She writhed, her eyes rolling madly. Juice gushed down the youth's cock, dripped from his balls, juice that resembled strawberry soda, pussyjuice dyed with blood.
"Ronnie, ya fucking turkey," said Brian. "Ya ripped her good, ya fucking donkey."
All the boys moved closer to see the girl's cherry-blood. For some reason the sight of the blood caused a wild excitement among them. One boy grabbed a girl and rammed his prick up her pussy from behind, not bothering to bend her over. The other boys immediately fought for the right to the female nearest each of them. Two boys got hold of Ann, each thrusting between her legs, one from the front, one from behind. A hot cock slipped up her cunt, but she wasn't sure to which of the two boys it belonged. When the boy behind her let go of her, muttering to himself, she knew it was the boy hugging her from the front who was fucking her. He positioned her so he could watch the action around the statue while he fucked her pussy.
They bounced the girl, riding her on the boy's big cock violently. The girl's eyes nearly popped out each time she was impaled. She whimpered and grunted, her blonde hair swinging in the sunny air as she twisted her head deliriously. Up and down, up and down she was jerked, faster and faster, the boy's huge cock fucking her bleeding cunthole. Blood-tinged pussy-cream frothed from her clutching cunt. Boys reached in to catch the bloody juice on their fingers, then rubbed it on their cocks, using it to lubricate their cocks as they jacked off.
The boys were becoming more and more excited by the girl's blood. A few of them even tasted it. Then several of them were down on their hands and knees like dogs, trying to catch the bloody pussy-cream on their tongues as it dripped from Ronnie's balls or directly from the girl's pussylips. They fought for a taste of her blood like a pack of hyenas, smacking their lips with satisfaction when they got a taste, perpetually jacking their cocks.
Ronnie squirmed and twisted, his eyes closed, his teeth chewing his lips. He appeared drunk with pleasure as the young virgin was worked up and down on his prick. "Tight," he'd mutter every few seconds. "Juicy, tight, hot."
A boy grabbed one of the girl's feet and started gnawing on her toes. Seeing him, another boy immediately started sucking and biting the toes of her other foot. Another boy came up under her and began licking her asscrack, biting her asscheeks. One of the boys holding her nuzzled her fuzzy armpit, then sucked up her right tit. A boy holding her on the other side did the same with her left tit. The girl's eyes rolled upward, an expression of intense feeling in them. Her body began to jerk spastically.
"Oh, Jesus, Christ, she's coming," Ronnie said, trying to fuck between the legs of the statue, his big prick being devoured by the cunt of the spasming young girl. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ!"
Ronnie shook all over, his ass jerking, his loins churning and humping. As he fired his cum into the spasming teenaged girl, she appeared to jerk with each explosion. Suddenly, cum oozed from the girl's sucking cunt, sliding like thick cream onto his contracting balls. Even the cum was tinged with the girl's cherry-blood.
Boys started popping off all around the yard, some of them pumping their loads onto the grass, others creaming the cunt holes of the girls they were fucking. Ann gasped into her gag as a burst of hot cum scalded the undulating walls of her pussy-hole. As her fucker slipped his spurting prick in and out, a lewd pleasure swam through Ann's loins, tightening her pussy meat. Her fuck-tension was nearing the brink of an explosion, when the boy slipped his cock out of her.
As she watched him walk away, she swore at him silently. She'd been so close. Another few seconds and she would have come. Then she realized that her excitement had mounted faster than usual, much faster. She hadn't even tried to bring herself off; she'd been too occupied with watching the rape of the virgin. Only when her fucker had started shooting had she remembered that she was fucking, too, and had she begun the humping motions toward orgasm. And she'd almost come-easily, quickly. Almost! m
CHAPTER TEN
They stretched the young blonde girl out on the grass and they gang-raped her. She still bled from her deflowering, from the brutal explosion of her cherry, which had popped so audibly that everybody watching had heard it, but that mattered nothing to these savage boys. Her blood only excited them more, drove them to a frenzy of fucking. They scrapped with each other like dogs over who would get the next crack at her pussy.
The young girl was still shaking from her orgasm when they lowered her to the ground, binding her wrists to the legs of the statue of the god, stretching her out, her arms tearing at their shoulder sockets. Tim fell on her, lifting her legs and pinning her knees to her tits, driving his stiff prick straight up her jism-oozing, blood-dribbling pussy. He grunted and moaned like a bull, fucking his cock in and out, fucking more jism and blood out of her, rutting at her as if he were trying to stab her to death with his cock.
The young girl stared up at him, her blue eyes dazed looking, her face almost blank. She'd ceased to struggle. Her ass wiggled as the big cock fucked her cunthole, responding as if by reflex to the pounding cock. Squishing noises bubbled from her bleeding, cum-flooded, cock-stuffed fuck-hole.
Tim took all of a minute to relieve himself. Suddenly, he bellowed his pleasure and shot his cream into her. Cum oozed from his pisshole as he uncorked his prick. His brother fell on the girl next, keeping her knees pinned to her tits as he reamed out her pussy.
"Ain't she a pretty bitch," Brian said, grunting as he fucked. "Reminds me of my sister a few years ago. Such a pretty face." He no ripped off her gag, yanked the wadded-up jockstrap out of her mouth, and plunged his fat tongue down her throat.
The girl's eyes wobbled. She choked on Brian's tongue, then sucked it. The stimulation was enough to bring Brian off immediately. As he exploded into the girl, he muttered fuck-words into her mouth.
When Brian dismounted, other boys took over, working on her in pairs now. One boy rammed his cock up her cunt, one choked her with his cock, sitting on her face and ramming his fucker down her throat. As soon as she started sucking on the cock, she came, her ass jerking, her eyes rolled back into her skull. Her orgasm brought off the boy who was fucking her pussy.
"Mmmmmn, sucks so nice!" the spurting youth mumbled. "Christ, is she ever coming!"
At least a dozen more boys fucked the girl before something happened to add variety to the gang rape. One youth had just fired a load up the girl's cum-gushing cunt. Another boy was climbing off her face, having worked himself off in her throat before pulling out and spurting thick jism on her cheeks and nose. As the two boys stood up, looking down at the abused body of the young girl, they both seemed to get the same idea at the same time. Standing over her cum-drenched face, they aimed their half-hard pricks at it and began to piss.
Hot yellow piss splattered all over the girl. She closed her eyes, clamped shut her mouth and winced as the piss ran over her pretty nose and cheeks. Piss ran into her nose. Wads of cum rolled down her cheeks washed away by the piss. Within moments, other boys had joined in, arcing piss-streams through the air and drenching the girl's body. One boy pissed directly on her crotch, washing cum out of her cunt-furrow.
A boy dug his toenails into the young girl's jaw, demanding that she open her mouth. His toenails sank in, drawing blood and opening up her flesh to the stinging piss. She wailed in pain and piss streamed into her mouth. She gagged, retching. A boy stepped on her chin, preventing her from closing her mouth again, and other boys pissed in it until it overflowed.
"Swallow it, whore!" Brian growled. He lounged on the grass nearby, dumping more beer down his own throat.
Other boys took up the cry, demanding that the helpless girl swallow their stinking piss. She writhed in the ground, choking on the piss as it ran down her throat.
Ann was taking a welcome breath of fresh air, the boy's cock having slipped out of her mouth, then the sight of the young girl gagging on the piss so disgusted her that she had to look away. She was unable to watch another second, for fear she'd vomit her cum-filled guts out.
The boy yanked on Ann's hair suddenly, turning her head back toward him. As she gasped in pain, he stuffed his rubbery prick in her mouth again. As his piss gushed against her tonsils, filling her throat and mouth, its caustic fumes rushed through her nasal passages. She choked, spraying piss all over the kid's groin and balls.
"Goddamn you, drink it!" he hissed. He hugged her head, shoving his half-hard prick in as deep as he could, shooting piss directly down her throat.
Ann was as helpless as the young girl. She drank in self-defense, swallowing the throat full of acrid bladder-juice before it drowned her. When the boy had pissed his load, he yanked his dripping piss-hose out, then slammed her with it back and forth across the face, cursing her for having spit piss on his balls.
Around the yard, several other boys, imitating like monkeys, had taken to pissing on the nearest girl, or into her mouth. Because of all the beer the boys had guzzled, the piss flowed out in quarts, the stinking aroma of it saturating the cooling air. The streaming, splashing piss sounded like a spraying fountain.
Ann sat on her heels, swallowing repeatedly, trying to clear the taste of male piss from her throat. She glanced down at herself. Piss dripped from the tips of her large purplish nipples. She felt as if she were a toilet. She'd never imagined she could ever feel this degraded.
Over near the statue of the Roman god, the young girl lay abandoned, her legs spread, jism bubbling from her gang-raped pussy, her body sticky with cum and piss. The girl had been abused and tortured and degraded far worse than she, herself, had. She was still better than that little whore at least.
Ann felt a twinge of guilt, thinking of the girl as a little whore. Well, she was a little whore, really, wasn't she? She'd come to this horrible party along with her smelly little boyfriend-whose cock she sucked quite regularly without a doubt. She must have known what kind of buddies her boyfriend had, what kind of party this would turn out to be. She'd come hoping it would happen. Deep down, she'd hoped to be raped, to lose her virginity. Well, she'd gotten more than she'd bargained for, which served her right!
"Little tramp," Ann muttered under her breath, feeling a surge of self-righteousness. And she sucked in her gut, lifted her tits, lifted her chin and nose defiantly. Her self-worth had been rekindled. She was no toilet. That little bitch was a toilet. All these other teenaged whores were toilets. And those boys were worse than toilets. They were sewers.
"Who's the old lady?" a boy asked Brian.
They were standing nearby, popping tabs off cans of bear.
Brian scratched his balls as if he had lice. "Turkey! Who do ya think it is? Bitch that owns this dump, who else?"
"I seen her somewhere before." The boy ogled her, sipping his beer. He stared her down. Ann looked away. "Ain't seen tits like them except in magazines."
"Hey," said the other boy. "That's the hot bitch from the mall. See her there all the time, showing off her ass and tits. Drives guys into the Johns to jerk their cocks raw. I'll be goddamned! It's the mall bombshell. She don't look so stuck-up now, does she, with her mascara all runny from piss, down on her knees, with her hands tied? Looks just like one of them other bitches."
"Except she's got the biggest tits and the hottest ass of the flock," Brian said. "Ya oughta see her wiggle that sexy ass when ya fuck it. Jesus Christ, ain't never seen nothing like it!"
Ann looked up to see boys all over the yard starting to eye her. Suddenly, as if a silent signal had been given, she became the center of attention. There was no place to hide.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Come on, ya old sow, move it!" The boy straddling Ann's back probably out-weighed her by twenty-five pounds. He was riding her like a mule, yanking her reins.
They'd fashioned a crude bridle out of rope by wrapping it around her head and across her mouth like a gag. The rope cut into the corners of her mouth. She bit on it, salivating. Gnawing on the rope kept her from screaming when they hit her.
The boy riding her back spurred her on by kicking up into her lower gut with his heels. Other boys scourged her ass with ropes and leather belts. She struggled forward, on all fours, nearly collapsing, the weight of the boy getting heavier by the second. Her ass felt as if they'd poured hot grease all over it, seared to near numbness by the whips. The grass felt like claws against her hands and knees.
"Come on, piggy. The slop-trough's not much farther." Her rider slapped her hard on the upper back, making her gasp. She strained under his weight, determined not to collapse in defeat under him. "All right, sow, down now, down."
She eased herself down, with dignity, even though she was stark naked and being taunted and abused by a score of vicious boys. Her tits mashed to the grass like crushed water-balloons. Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to see what lay inches in front of her nose.
"Eat, sow, eat your dinner." Her rider ripped the ropes from around her head and dug his fingers into her hair. "Eat, pig!" he forced her head forward.
Ann burst into sobs. She couldn't help herself. This was too horrible, too degrading.
He cracked her alongside the head. "I said, eat!"
Her eyes popped open from the blow to her head. The open crotch of the young blonde girl lips gaped at her. Blood-tinged cum oozed from the well-reamed pussy-hole. The girl's crotch had been fucked raw. Ann couldn't do it, she couldn't lick such filth.
The boy dismounted Ann and immediately a leather strap cracked across her lower back. More lashes followed. Ann's back flashed with fire. She arched up and gasped with each searing stroke of the whips. The boys demanded that she eat.
The pain was too much. She would have killed for relief. She plunged her face into the young girl's slimy crotch and started to suck.
"Eat, sow, eat, pig!" the boys chanted, cracking her with a belt now and then for good measure.
The bloody cum gushed out of the girl, filling Ann's mouth, sliding down her gagging throat in slimy gobs. Quarts of cum must have been spurted into the girl. It just kept bubbling from her reamed-open crotch as Ann sucked, retching, choking.
The girl, still stretched out with her wrists bound to the ankles of the statue, moaned softly as Ann sucked and licked her. Despite the endless beating her cunt had taken, it was still responsive. Her cuntlips and golden-fuzzed pussy mound were still swollen with desire. Her clit wiggled, a hard little pleasure-bud against Ann's tongue.
"Oh, eat me!" the girl sighed suddenly. "Lick my pussy." She began to rock her hips, rubbing her crotch in Ann's mouth. "Feels so good!"
"You heard her, lick!" growled a boy, cracking Ann across the back.
She licked frantically, praying they wouldn't beat her anymore. She couldn't bear any more pain.
"Oooh, ohhhh, mmmn!" The girl squirmed, her pussy hole pulsating, cum still oozing from it.
There can't be more cum inside her, Ann thought. There just can't be.
But there was, and Ann had to eat it as it oozed out. She thought of all the wriggling sperm in her stomach, the zillions upon zillions of them from the cum of so many boys. She could almost feel the microscopic bugs as they corkscrewed into her stomach lining and began to devour her internally. She realized her mind was concocting fanciful foolishness, but she half-believed it.
"Eeeeeh!" The young girl arched up, grinding her crotch in Ann's mouth, her pussy sucked, vibrated. "I'm coming! Oooh, ooooooh!"
Dirty, filthy, disgusting little bitch! Ann thought, gnawing savagely on the girl's exploding cunt, hoping she'd turn the girl's pleasure to pain. But it was obvious from the girl's whines of ecstasy that Ann's sharp teeth had only pleasured her more.
Someone yanked Ann up by the hair. She moaned helplessly, her head yanked back, her spine arched, as they bridled her again with the ropes as if she were an old mare. A boy sat on her back, his hairy balls tickling her skin. Her arms and legs trembled from the weight of him. To her relief, he climbed off once she was bridled.
The boys formed a circle, and she was led around and around, boys slapping her bare ass as she passed them and laughing uproariously. Even the other girls, who were all sprawled around the pool deck, bound and gagged, seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in watching her being led around like an animal, her big tits swinging under her.
"Fuck the sow!" a boy growled.
"Screw the pig!" said another.
And the other boys all started muttering as if demons possessed them. Ann had the feeling she was the victim of satanic rites.
"Fuck the bitch."
"Ream her asshole!"
They dragged her faster and faster, around and around, on her hands and knees, her tits flopping this way and that. They kicked at her, spit on her, jeered at her and laughed at her. Suddenly a boy dropped to his knees behind her, grabbing the reins and rearing her, ramming his cock up her cunt before she knew what was happening.
He fucked her, jerking on her reins, snapping her head back, making her arch her back. His belly made hard, smacking collisions with her ass. She felt the vibrations of those collisions all through her body.
"Yeah!" he growled. "Yeah, yeah!" In and out he rammed his cock, in and out, in and out.
Ann gasped repeatedly, shocked by the brutal thrusts. She'd been fucked hard earlier, had been raped brutally, but for some reason this new rape seemed to be even more savage. Perhaps it was because all eyes were on her now, watching her grunt like a sow as she was raped, her head bridled like an animal's, her rapist jerking on the reins. She knew he could snap her neck. She fought to hold steady as the youth's muscular abdomen slammed her ass, as his huge prick rammed into the mouth of her womb.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!" cried the boy. His cock contracted inside her, flexing, swelling, exploding its cum. "Ahhhhh! Bitch! Pig! Goddamn!"
His prick squished obscenely inside her as he filled her pussy with his hot, slimy jism. Ann felt hot cum leaking out of her cunt as the boy's cock fucked.
As she'd expected, another boy mounted her the moment the first had unplugged. The new boy slipped his cock up her cum-flooded cunt and began humping before he'd even buried it in her completely. He humped quick, like a dog, Ann's reins clamped between his teeth so he could dig his fingernails into her ass and jerk her back and forth on his cock as he fucked. He drooled spit on her ass, panting like a hound.
"I'm coming!" he moaned, the reins dropping from his mouth. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" As his cum spurted into her, he fell on her back, gnawing her flesh like a tomcat, grunting with each spurting spasm.
The third boy dipped his cock in her cunt to grease it, then shoved it up her asshole. Ann nearly jumped ten feet straight up. Not only was it unexpected, but it hurt like hell. Her asshole had tightened up again since the rapes in the bedroom.
"Hot bitch ass!" the boy muttered, his prick grinding in and out. "Mmmm, tight!"
Ann's lungs heaved. She grunted to the rhythm of the youth's thrusting, her body jerking, her tits flapping. A boy got down on his hands and knees and started sucking her right tit like a hungry calf. Another boy got down on her other side and sucked her left tit, hot lips munching her nipple.
"What a fucking tight ass!" the fucking boy said. "What a goddamned hot bitch!" He started slapping her asscheeks with both his hands, landing stinging blows, jolting blows. He humped faster as he slapped her, groaning in a delirium of lust.
Ann's eyes wobbled. The fuck-sensations corkscrewed through her cunt meat, through her asshole, through her tits. She gnawed on the rope-bit in her mouth, starting to think of herself as an animal.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy shot his load up her asshole. "Shit!" His prick flexed again and again, releasing it's hot fuck-cream.
"Two at a time," someone yelled.
"No, three at a time," shouted another boy.
A boy flopped down on his back on the ground, and they dropped Ann on top of him, face-to-face. She choked on his stinking beer-breath. He grinned at her fiendishly and rammed his cock up her cunt, crushing her in his arms. Immediately, a second boy fell on top of her, forcing his cock up her asshole.
Ann's eyes rolled back from the pressure in her loins. It was as if she'd been impaled on a fencepost. She couldn't believe two cocks had been stuffed in her loins simultaneously. She feared to move. Her pelvis might split in half.
"Fuck her!" several boys said impatiently, waiting their turns. "Cream her!"
As the boy on her back humped with smacking thrusts, the boy under her wiggled, fucking his cock in her in circles. Ann felt the pressure all the way to her skull. She held her breath, terrified. When she could hold it no more, it burst from her in a long gasp.
A boy kneeled before her, his big cock throbbing and dripping, and he ripped off her bridle, giving her left cheek a rope-burn in the process. She forgot the burn almost immediately, however, because she found herself choking on a big stinking cock.
"Eat it, cocksucker!" The boy rammed his prick down her throat.
"Fuck her face!" somebody urged, and the boy humped, choking Ann repeatedly.
The youth riding her ass bellowed out and shot. He'd no sooner pumped his cum into her than he rolled off and his place was taken by another grunting young animal, who bit her hard on the back of her neck, then nearly tore off her ear with his teeth.
"Mall bitch," he muttered, breathing heavily, fucking relentlessly. "I been waiting to fuck the shit outa you for so fucking long. Jesus, I'm fucking the mall bitch! I fucking don't believe it!"
Ann's body became a mass of wild sensation. She was being fucked so fast, and by so many cocks, that fuck-sensations assailed new parts of her body every second, then moved on, concentrating somewhere else. One second her asshole was alive with itchy thrills. The next moment she felt them mainly in her cunt. She even felt them in her throat as the big cock pistoned between her hugely stretched lips.
The boy under her grunted with orgasm. Then there was momentary maneuvering as Ann was forced to her hands and knees as one boy rolled away and another slid under Ann, taking the spent boy's place. A new cock wiggled up into her slippery cunt and the fucking resumed.
"Ahhhh!" The boy fucking her throat began to spurt, his prick swelling as thick as an arm as it pumped out its slimy load. The spurting cock bucked in her mouth as if electrified, sending salty streams of jizz straight down Ann's throat.
Ann's lips itched, prickling with fuck-sensation. She wondered if her mouth was going to go into spasms. She sucked, munching the big spurting cock wtih a lust-crazed hunger. She sucked so hard that the boy had to slap her to get her to loosen her jaws so he could pull out.
"What a fucking blowjob!" he said. "Christ!"
Another boy dropped down in front of Ann. "Eat my cock!"
She sucked his dripping cock down her throat with a hunger that was new to her.
"Oh, fuck, what a cocksucker!" the boy moaned, writhing as her tongue wriggled all over his quivering prick, as her lips munched, as her throat undulated. He clung to her head, gasping, his prick buried to the hilt in her sucking mouth. "Mmn, eat it!"
The prick in her cunt and the cock in her asshole began to spasm simultaneously. She felt the spurts in her two fuck-holes, her ass wiggling with a terrible excitement. As the two boys pulled out, their jism running from her open fuck-holes, she couldn't stop wiggling her ass. The emptiness of her loins drove her mad.
A prick slipped up her cunt, another cock up her asshole. She squirmed between two sweaty male bodies, the female filling in a human fuck-sandwich.
Her orgasm came without warning. Suddenly, as if her spasms had begun before she felt them, she found herself in the middle of a luscious orgasm. Her toes curled. She moaned with ecstasy, out of her mind with pleasure. Cum was suddenly gushing down her throat. She swallowed hungrily as the prick in her mouth shuddered and flexed, her own spasms matching the spasms of the youth's cock. As the boy pulled out of her mouth, her orgasm abruptly ended.
"Goddamn!" growled the boy humping at her ass. "What a sucking hot asshole! I ain't felt nothing like this in my life. Oh, shit!" He was fucking so fast that he lost his load before he wanted to, muttering curses as he shot his fuck-cream into Ann's already overflowing asshole.
Ann expected him to dismount as his spasms m subsided, but he fooled her. He lay on her heavily, his prick softening inside her, whispering dirty words in her ear, telling her she was a filthy whore and that she had the hottest, suckingest asshole he'd ever fucked.
The boy's prick quivered slightly, and Ann's asshole flooded with heat and spurting fluid. The youth sighed, wiggling on top of her.
It took Ann a few seconds to realize what was happening. At first she thought the boy was coming again, but by the time she realized that wasn't possible, the hot piss was running out of her ass, drenching the balls of the humping youth underneath her.
"Toilet," the pissing boy muttered. "You ain't nothing but a toilet." Then he moaned softly, emptying his bladder into her slime-filled asshole.
The youth Ann was lying on cursed as the hot piss bathed his balls and crotch. He continued fucking though, bucking upward, working his cock in and out of Ann's cunt. Seconds later he exploded, his piss-drenched balls contracting, his hard prick spurting cum into Ann's pussy.
I am a toilet, Ann thought, nothing but a toilet, nothing but a receptacle for filthy males to empty their pleasure-juices and there wastes into.
Inspired by the top boy, no doubt, the cunt-fucker pissed in her cunt once he'd emptied his cum into it.
As the two boys pulled out and Ann was yanked up to her hands and knees, she imagined fat globs of piss-laced cum slipping out of her open fuck-holes like juicy oysters. She felt them sliding down her legs.
One of the bound girls was dragged over by two boys. Other boys kicked at her ass and cracked leather belts across it as the helpless girl scrambled on her hands and knees, gasping as her hair was yanked and her ass scourged. Ann was delighted to observe that the girl was one of those who had watched with a satisfied smirk as Ann had been gang-raped.
"Suck her out, sow!" The boys forced the girl's face between Ann's legs. "Eat up them big jizz-wads! Lick up that piss!" They whipped her with belts as she planted her lips to Ann's asshole and sucked.
Ann had never in her life felt more vengefully satisfied as she did now, looking over her shoulder and watching the gagging young girl suck out her asshole. The slurping, sucking noises the girl made sounded more disgusting than the sound of hogs sucking slop. Ann imagined the big yellow jizz-wads filling the girl's mouth, gagging her as they slid down her throat. To help the girl out, Ann contracted her bowels as if she were shitting, ejecting fat, juicy jizz-turds into the girl's mouth-along with a bubbling fart.
"Way to go, ya old sow!" The boys were delighted, so Ann tried again and produced an even bigger fart.
The girl blubbered, choking on cum and piss, her naked body jerking as the belts continued to crack her ass and back whenever she slowed her ass-sucking. She ate Ann's cunt next, having to suck out and swallow as much cum and piss as she had from Ann's asshole. At last, she was forced to lick the yellowed jizz-wads off Ann's legs. Ann imagined the girl's pink tongue slurping up the filthy slime and she wanted to laugh out loud.
Serves you right, you filthy little whore! Ann wished she could taunt the girl out loud, but she didn't dare. Although she was beginning to enjoy this perverted sex-torture, she didn't want to antagonize the boys or prompt them to do anything even worse to her-not that she could think of anything worse than what they'd done already.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The boys stood around sipping their beer and watching in silence. From time to time one of the boys would say something sarcastic, but most of the time the only sound in the air was the heavy breathing of both the boys and the girls, and the squish, squish, squishing of fingers fucking pussies. Each girl was being forced to jerk herself off in full sight of the ogling boys. Ann could tell by the flushed and sheepish expressions of the girls that they all were just as embarrassed as she was.
A girl started breathing in gasps, arching up off the ground as she spasmed, drawing the panting attention of all the boys. "Look at her," one of the boys said. "She ain't faking that. That's the way she does it when she's home alone in bed."
Now Ann understood her embarrassment. The boys were invading her privacy, along with that of all the other girls. The boys were playing voyeur, watching the girls do what they did behind closed doors and by themselves, studying each girl's jack off technique, watching each girl display her masturbatory emotions and feelings in the open air. It was as if each girl was a porn star, beating off in front of a camera.
You're getting your chance, a voice in Ann's head said. Isn't this the kind of thing you've wanted to try, showing yourself off in the most shameful, naked way possible? Well, what could be more shameful than beating off before a crowd of lusting boys?
Ann had to contain her smirk of satisfaction. Her pussy tightened around her plunging fingers. She squirmed sensuously on the grass, letting herself go with shameless abandon. She'd give them a show all right! She'd make all these other bitches look like the little girls they were! She'd show these sweaty tomcats how a real woman pleasured herself!
Another quick-to-cum teenager wriggled on the grass, spasms shooting through her young pussy. When she finished, a boy kicked her, told her to keep going, told her she was just getting started.
Some of the on-looking boys were so drunk now that they were having to work on regaining hard-ons. They massaged their floppy cocks with one hand and sucked more beer from the cans in their other hand. It was a pathetic sight, teenaged boys so drunk and fucked out that their pricks dangled like tongues.
All the girls lay flat out on the grass, legs spread, eyes closed, fingers pumping in and out of their pussy-holes. A few girls had set, determined faces, as if beating off were a hard job. Pussy-cream and cum ran out of their cunts. The squishing sounds of female finger-fucking was everywhere.
Ann kicked up her legs, pulled her knees to her tits, and showed the boys her gaping cunt and reamed-out asshole. She licked her lips, leering at them. Slowly, rolling her eyes and moaning as she did so, she wiggled fingers into both her fuck-holes. It felt marvelous, as it always did, but what excited her even more was the immediate interest of the boys. They all gawked at her, jacking themselves off as they watched. Even the floppy cocks stiffened. They were all mad with lust over her.
"Oooh, ohhh, feels sooo good!" Ann said in pouting tones. She gasped, rolling her eyes, pumping her fingers in and out. The sensations she felt curled her toes. Her asshole and cunt tightened around her sliding digits.
A girl nearby whimpered, going into spasms, but the boys paid little notice. They couldn't take their eyes off Ann.
"The mall bitch," a boy said. "Look at her now. Jesus Christ!" He stepped forward suddenly, his hand pumping furiously, and he exploded his cum all over Ann's naked body.
Ann watched him shudder and grunt as he jacked out his cum, which rained on her with hot, thrilling splats. "Oooh, stud!" she said, slipping her fingers out of her cunt so she could catch the sticky gobs and rub them all over her ass and legs and tits. She even licked her hand clean before she resumed finger-fucking her itch-crazy pussy.
The boys stepped forward one, two, sometimes three at a time, watching her fingers pump in and out of her body, watching her writhe with female pleasure, listening to her moan and pout-spurting their hot loads of cum all over her.
Ann bathed in the rain of fuck-slime, almost laughing out loud. "Yesss, yesss, shoot it, cream me, spurt it all over me, oh, yessss!"
A crowd of boys surrounded her, jacking off, mad with lust over her ultra-sexy display of female masturbation. Jism plopped into her open mouth, jism splatted into her eyes, jism ran into her nostrils, bubbling out as she exhaled. She was drowning in hot teenaged cum. Her fingers pistoned, driving her toward the ultimate pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she whined, writhing as she climaxed. "Ohhh, yesssss, oooooh!" Her eyes rolled back to slits. Her body shook. Cum splatted on her more heavily than ever. The grunts of spasming teenaged boys became an ecstatic chorus against her solo song of pleasure.
By the time Ann eventually uncurled her legs, slumping back exhausted on the grass, her tits heaving, she discovered a half-dozen girls around her squirming on the grass, their pussies gripped by spasms, their fingers pumping madly in their clutching cunts. It was a mass orgasm, set off no doubt by her own orgasm and by the simultaneous ejaculations of so many boys.
"The sow is all full of jizz," a boy said.
"Let's wash her off." His hot piss gushed on her belly.
One by one, new piss streams erupted from big hanging pricks. It .was like taking a hot shower, except this water stank, and it burned Ann's eyes. The hot piss streams, too many to count, splatted all over Ann's cum-drenched body. She squirmed like an eel, her eyes clamped shut.
A boy planted a foot on her mouth, digging his toes between her lips. "Open up, bitch." He rammed his dirty toes in her mouth and made her suck them. When she'd sucked them clean, he pissed in her mouth.
Boys kept coming at her, relieving the boys who had emptied their bladders. Some made her suck their toes. Others dug toes into her cunt. They made her jack-knife her legs so her asshole could be easily toe-fucked along with her cunt. And all the while they kept pissing. Ann thought the piss would never stop coming.
She lay with her mouth wide open, her knees hugged to her tits, her body slimed over with piss and jism. Hot toes twisted in her asshole and pussy. Piss gushed into her mouth, Tilling it until it overflowed and ran down her cheeks. Even when they forced her to swallow the stinking fluid, she couldn't swallow it fast enough and her mouth continued to overflow.
Then somebody started kicking her ass, gouging her naked asscheeks with his toenails. Boys crouched beside her, unconcerned about getting wet, and they reached for her tits, gouging them with sharp fingernails, pinching and twisting her nipples viciously. The toes in her fuck-holes twisted deeper into her tightening female fuck-meat. All at once a boy squatted over her piss-filled mouth. She opened her eyes in time to see hairy balls and a twitching brown ass pucker inches from her nose. The ass pucker dilated, opening up, and a huge brown turd, like a fat cock, slipped out of the boy's asshole and into Ann's mouth. To Ann's shock, her loins exploded with spasms as the end of the turd lodged in her throat.
"Suck it!" the boys demanded, pissing on her, toe-fucking her, kicking her ass, pinching her tits.
Ann writhed, sucking on the steaming turd, her body jerking with unbearable fuck-pleasure. The boy who had just shit remained squatting over her face, his hand a blur on his rampant prick. Within seconds cum spurted from his open pisshole and glued in sticky strands and gobs to Ann's forehead, to her nose, to the big slippery turd protruding from her mouth.
Ann nearly passed out from the intensity of her feelings and emotions. The excitement, the madness, the disgust she felt knew no bounds.
"Eat shit!" the boys chanted, and she started chewing the turd, swallowing it. Her orgasm revived, making her whine, causing her toes to claw the balls of her feet.
Ann slumped back, exhausted, her orgasm petering out. The shit stuffed in her mouth and down her throat choked her. She retched repeatedly, as close as she'd come yet to vomiting. A boy twisted his fist into her mouth, forcing shit down her throat as he squatted over her and laid his own turd between her tits. As his turd slid out, his prick snapped up to an erection, and he rammed it in her mouth, plunging it down her shit-stuffed throat.
"Suck it, shit mouth!" he hissed. "Eat it up!"
Ann was helpless to do anything else. As she sucked the boy's shit-smeared cock, other boys shit on her belly, on her toes. One boy rubbed his ass against her crotch and tried to fuck a turd up her cunt. As the turd slipped out of his ass, it kissed Ann's crotch like a hot prong. It broke in half before it entered her, however, falling between her legs, much to the boy's disappointment. Cursing, as if she were to blame for his failure, the boy stuffed shit into her pussy with his fingers.
Girls ail over the yard sobbed and squirmed as boys planted turds in their mouths, on their naked bodies. The grunting boys forced the girls to suck and eat shit out of their assholes. They rubbed fresh turds all over the girls' tits and bellies, on their legs and feet and toes.
The boy riding Ann's face exploded into her mouth, his eyes rolling, his prick flexing and spurting, flexing and spurting. Boys all over the yard regained their hard-ons and buried their pricks into the shit-stuffed throats or cunts of shit-smeared girls. They pulled girls up to their hands and knees, fucking dog-style, fucking assholes or cunts with shit-lubricated pricks. As they fucked, they continued to smear shit all over the girls.
A boy fell on Ann's belly, jack-knifing her knees to her tits so he could bury his prick deep in her cunt. His cock plunged in her shit-greased cunthole. As he fucked, his eyes gleamed with a demonic lust.
She churned her ass, rubbing her shitty crotch against the boy's balls, fucking herself madly on his slicing prick.
"Yes! Oh, God yes!" she gasped, delirious with pleasure. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me!"
"Dirty shit-mouthed bitch!" the boy growled. "Fuck you!" He ground down into her savagely, twisting his knob into the mouth of her womb. His prick vibrated and began to spurt, hurling hot wads of jism into her womb.
Ann arched up, out of her mind with pleasure. She twisted her head from side to side on the grass, her eyes rolling and crossing, her toes clutching. "Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Yeahhhh!" the boy growled. "Yeahhhh!"
Ann reached up, digging her fingernails into his muscular shoulders. "Shoot it, yesss, oh, shoot it!"
She couldn't get enough of his hot spurting cum. Her cunt spasmed and spasmed, sucking his cock until it shriveled up and slipped out of her like a de-boned finger.
Like a sow crawling in its shit-littered pen, Ann struggled to her hands and knees and offered her lust-itching ass to any boy who would have her. She didn't have long to wait. As a growling youth mounted her ass, fucking his huge prick up her asshole, Ann laughed out loud. It felt so fucking good!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ann sat on her couch in the living room, smoking a cigarette and drumming her fingers impatiently on the arm of the couch. She scowled at the soap-opera bitch on the TV screen who was bawling her eyes out over some silly tragedy. Ann punched a remote control button and got a game show. A bunch of lunatics were jumping up and down and screaming about the possibility of winning a year's supply of maxipads, or some such crap.
Disgusted, Ann hit the off button.
Was that lunacy on TV any less crazy than what had happened in this house last week, on the afternoon and evening of the so-called party? Not really. Those kids may have been a little drunk, but they'd only done what their own erotic instincts drove them to do. They'd given free rein to their lust, and the result had been a pleasure beyond any pleasure Ann had ever conceived of, a pleasure all of them had shared, with each other, and with Ann.
Ann mashed out her cigarette and got up. In her fishnet bikini, Ann felt terribly naked. She was so glad now she'd blown the fifty-plus bucks on it. It was the sexiest bikini she owned, making her feel terribly sexy whenever she put it on, which was often.
She looked down at her tits, enjoying the way the bikini tit cups managed to cover only half her areolas, the lower half, including her nipples. The panties hid only her pussy mound and asscrack, hardly more than a glorified g-string. She didn't dare step out in the front yard wearing this outfit, or wear it to the beach. She'd be arrested without a doubt.
She went to the window, peeking out through the six-inch parting of the drapes. Nothing out there but sunshine, grass, flowers, and the neighbor's tall hedge across the street. She checked her watch and began to get worried. Where was the dirty little bastard? He was a half hour late. Maybe he wouldn't show up this week. Maybe he was afraid.
"Shit!" she said, and went to the kitchen for some iced tea. The house was silent except for the humming of the refrigerator and the central air-conditioning. The silence disturbed her. She needed to get out. If she'd suspected the little shit face wasn't going to show, she'd have spent the afternoon at the mall. Mort had called and would be working late. She had a lonely evening to look forward to.
She sat at the table and sipped her tea. It was the same table she'd been bent over and raped on by the three brothers. Had she got it up the asshole or the cunt? She couldn't remember anymore. It was all a blur to her now, a big horrifying, disgusting, thrilling, wonderful blur. She had to squeeze her legs together just thinking about it. She spread her legs then and wiggled a finger under the crotch of her panties. It slipped up her cunt, sucked in by her hungry fuck-hole. She lazily finger-fucked herself, not trying to bring herself off, even though she knew she could do it in seconds if she wanted.
How wonderful it was to be able to come whenever she wanted to now! Ever since the party, she'd had complete control of her pussy. She even came when Mort fucked her now, not that he noticed. On one evening this week Mort had taken longer than usual to blow his wad, so Ann had taken full advantage of the fuck by attaining two climaxes before Mort pulled out. It was marvelous, being able to come and come and come, whenever she wanted. She was a fully functioning woman now. That wild party had done more for her in a few hours than months of visiting a sex therapist had.
Turkey! Ann thought. He ought to attend one of these wild teenaged parties. He might learn something about sex and pleasure.
The party had gone on half the night. After dark they'd turned on all the backyard lights and the lights in the house. After the shit-bath the boys had inflicted on the girls, they'd all jumped in the swimming pool, Ann along with all the rest, sloshing until the water had turned brown. The boys didn't waste the opportunity to do some underwater fucking, shoving their rigid cocks up pussies and assholes, Ann's included. Getting fucked while standing to her tits in the water had been a wild experience.
She wondered if she could persuade Mort to fuck her in the pool sometime.
After the pool fuck, the group had broken up, some of them taking naps, others going into the house to fuck in the bedroom, or to raid the refrigerator. The fucking and eating and drinking went on and on until, at last, near midnight, a few of the boys and girls got dressed and staggered out the front door. Over the next several hours, more kids slipped out, until only a few were left, including the three brothers who had started it all. Ann fell asleep around four in the morning while being ass-fucked by some drunken youth who thought she was his mother. He kept muttering about how he'd always wanted to fuck his mother, and about how now he was finally doing it.
She woke up at noon, her loins and throat throbbing with rawness and an ache like overstretched muscle-ache. Her house looked as if it had been pillaged and vandalized by a tribe of barbarians. She crawled upstairs and soaked in the tub for an hour, hoping to ease some of the pains out of her badly abused body. Slime leaked out of her asshole and cunt. She wondered how many gallons of male jism had been pumped into her fuck-holes. She burped up cum all the rest of the day.
Her body was covered with bruises and welts. She had scabs on her neck where sharp teeth had punctured her skin. Hickies covered her cheeks and neck and tits. Her nipples were black-and-blue and swollen. This was her payment for having given one smart-ass little boy a black eye. Incredible! She hadn't looked in the mirror without becoming furious.
She really ought to have called the police. Every one of those boys ought to be put away for twenty years for what they'd done. She had picked up the phone several times over the next few days as she worked like a mule to put her house and yard back together. She even went so far as to dial once, but she hung up without speaking.
To hell with it! She'd survived, hadn't she? And it would be her word against the word of three dozen or more teenagers, wouldn't it? And there'd be a terrible scandal, with her as the center of attention. It really didn't pay to stir up trouble.
By the time Mort had arrived home, the house was cleaner and neater than when he'd left it, the yard was tidy, and Ann's cuts and welts and bruises had miraculously almost disappeared. She hid any telltale blemishes with makeup. Mort never suspected a thing.
She hadn't heard a word from any of the kids since that night. Ben had delivered his papers, winging them across the lawn as he hurried by, his eyes avoiding her front window. She'd giggled at his fear, but always after he'd disappeared and she'd stepped outside to pick up the paper, her cunt had throbbed madly. Her flesh couldn't forget the pleasure his cock had given it-the cruel pleasure.
The doorbell chimed. Ann downed the rest of her tea in a gulp and strode into the living-room, her tits bouncing. Her cunt throbbed as wildly as her heart. She threw open the door, displaying herself. When she saw the boy gawking at her, her spirits dropped.
"Collecting," he said, his gaze running all over her, even though he was much too young to even know the mechanics of fucking.
"Who are you?" she said, scowling.
"The paperboy." He said it as if he didn't quite believe it, himself.
"I've never seen you before. You think I'm going to hand out money to a stranger?"
"I'm helping collect," he said. He leaned forward, whispering. "That big kid's giving me a quarter for collecting from you."
"What big kid?" Ann looked around.
"The one hiding behind the bushes. The paperboy."
"Oh, he is, is he? Well, you tell him if he wants his money to come get it himself."
"What about my quarter?"
"Here, for christsake! Put it in your pocket. Don't let him see it."
The kid smiled and padded away, disappearing behind the hedge at the left edge of the yard. Ann heard voices. Suddenly, the little kid went flying down the sidewalk, glancing fearfully over his shoulder. Then there was silence.
"If you want your money, come and get it," Ann called. "I'm not waiting out here all day."
Ben appeared from around the hedge, padding toward her in nothing but his same old green gym trunks, his eyes downcast, his face very red. He held out his hand as he approached, still not looking at her.
"Step inside," she said. "All the cool air's escaping."
"But-"
"Get in here or else!" The kid jumped and followed her inside. "I thought you were a tough guy," Ann said. "You don't look so tough to me now."
The boy swallowed, still not looking at her.
"What's the matter, tough guy, afraid to look at me? You're not so tough without your moron brothers around to protect you, are you?"
"Can I have my money?" the kid half-whispered.
"You can have whatever you can take," Ann said, and she slammed him across the face with her hand, almost knocking him over. Then she slapped him again. Then again. And again.
The kid's lungs heaved. He was fuming.
Ann punched him in the nose.
"Bitch!" he screamed, and he hurled himself at her.
They hit the floor, and she fought him, tearing his cheek with her fingernails. The lust churned with maddening pulsations through her loins. She felt the boy's prick swell like a billy club in his trunks. She'd slapped him so hard that his eyes dripped tears. Blood trickled from his left nostril.
"Big baby," she taunted. "You don't have any balls without your brothers around, do you?" She spit in his enraged face.
"Fuck youuuuu!" he growled. "Goddamn you!" He tore off her tit cups, ripped the panties off her as if they were tissue paper. His prick snaked out the leg of his trunks and he rammed it between her legs, using it as a battering-ram against her crotch.
Ann squirmed under him, getting chills from his hot breath, her tits swelling as his hard chest ground down on them. She threw her arms and legs around him, digging her fingernails and toenails into his ass and back, arching up and whining as his teeth sank into her neck and his prick slammed up her cunt.
"Fuck you, bitch, fuck you, pig!" The boy humped viciously, ramming his cock deep into her pussy, tearing her flesh with his teeth.
Ann gasped repeatedly, trying to get the wind back that had been knocked out of her. Her loins rocked up and down, her cunt sucking, the pussy juices bubbling out around the boy's plunging cock. She hauled her fingernails down his back, raking the smooth skin until she made welts and drew blood.
"I'm gonna kill you, bastard bitch, I'm gonna kill youuuu!" The boy was out of his mind, grinding down into her with all his strength. His body felt feverishly hot to Ann and it shook from head to toe. The sweat gushed from his pores and their flesh slipped together as if oiled.
Ann writhed with a pleasure that was at least half pain. His hard body was crushing her, pounding her mercilessly. His teeth chewed her neck until it bled.
"Uh, uh, yeah, uh!" the boy grunted, his spine snapping like a whip, his ass bouncing, his prick fucking faster and faster and faster.
Ann inhaled deeply, drunk on the randy male smell of the youth. It was an animal smell. Ann couldn't inhale enough of it. She clung to the boy, his hipbones cracking hers, his prick reaming, mauling, destroying her cunt. It felt so good she wanted to die! Her loins exploded.
"Awwwww!" she whined, bucking, twisting, writhing with an orgasm. "I'm coming, oh, I'm coming, coming!" It thrilled her to say those words, intensified her pleasure.
The boy's eyes rolled back to white slits. He drove his cock in to the hilt, fucking it, grinding his hugely swollen balls against her pasty crotch. His body shuddered in her arms and his cum exploded into her. "Ahhhhhhh!"
"Yessss!" Ann hissed, rocking her hips, crazy with fuck-pleasure, her cunt sucking the boy's cock mercilessly, skinning it alive, nearly popping the head off it.
"Oh, God!" the boy moaned, bucking in her arms, pumping out his cum. "Oh, shit!"
They melted together in orgasmic bliss, their fuck-meat jolted by pleasant aftershocks. The boy's prick remained as hard as steel, which delighted Ann to no end. Her cunt was just getting warmed up, and her asshole was itchy with need. She salivated, too, hungry to suck and chew some hot hard cock, to drink quarts of rich fuck-cream.
She rolled the boy off her and jumped up. "You call that fucking, little boy? I can do better with my little finger." She kicked him and spit on him, side-stepping away as he tried to trip her. She turned her ass toward him and farted. "Shit on you, fucker!"
The boy ground his teeth and sprang up, but Ann was ready for him. As the young teenager pounded up the stairs behind her, swearing with expressions she'd never heard before, Ann pictured her bedroom and smiled. She'd already fastened ropes to the bedposts so he could easily tie her up, spread-eagled and completely vulnerable. She'd laid out two of Mort's leather belts, one of them with shiny metal studs. And she'd backed up the bedsheet with a rubber sheet, protecting the mattress from any piss and shit the paperboy didn't force her to eat.
They flew into the bedroom, where Ben tackled her and threw her on the bed. Ann lay passively, like a stunned rabbit, as the lusting, furious paperboy tied her to the bedposts, face-down, and mounted her ass. Her shithole convulsed with pain as he rammed it. It hurt so good!
