Immoral people capitalizing on the in�nocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain countless examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder.
Carol Logan, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A teenager, she finds herself swept into a web of depravity and perversion she could only have dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the depraved whims of her captors.
CHAINED-UP BABYSITTER-the shock�ing story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story revealing another side of our complex society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Carol Logan sighed and closed her history book. She was in no mood to try and study. She didn't really need to study. She only had a few days left before she graduated from high school. Then she would be on her own for the first time in her life.
Her parents often asked her what she wanted. They had tried to teach her the important things of life. Carol's idea of importance was different from theirs.
Carol had been living in the middle class all her life. What she really wanted was money and nice things. She wanted to live in a house like the one she was babysitting in that evening.
Carol looked around at the magnificent living room with all the modern luxuries. It had everything from wide-screen television to a built-in bar. It also had only the most expen�sive alcoholic beverages, although Carol had never tried any of them.
She thought about Ricky Cramer upstairs and she wondered if the teenaged boy knew how lucky he was. Probably not. None of the boys and girls she baby sat seemed to know how fortunate they were to just live on this beautiful street in these beautiful houses.
Someday she would have these things. She had been careful all of her life only to be seen with the right type of people. She had dumbed some of her friends so that she could associate with the rich ones. She did not plan on college. She planned on finding a good-looking boy out of the rich set and getting married.
She knew she was pretty enough. Tonight she wasn't done up. She was wearing her black hair loose and hanging past her shoulders. She was wearing a school shirt and shorts. Still, she knew her lush figure would turn a man's head.
She was intelligent and beautiful. Maybe she was a little stuck-up, but she thought she had good reason. And someday she would marry a rich man.
The only thing that bothered her about her dream was that she hadn't found that dream man yet. She also hadn't really enjoyed the light petting that she'd done with some of the other men. The kissing was all right but she didn't like anything beyond that. She laughed when she thought that she was probably the only eighteen-year-old virgin left in her entire school.
Carol heard some movement upstairs and she thought about Ricky again. It was past ten o'clock and Ricky should have been asleep. Instead, he was up there moving around. It was time for her to start earning her money.
Carol got up off the couch and walked to the stairs. She listened for a moment but she didn't hear anything else. She really hoped that Ricky wasn't in one of his moods. Sometimes he could be a real pain. He was much smarter than a young teenager should be. The problem was that he knew it.
Ricky was also good looking. He played all sorts of sports and he was already much taller and stronger looking than some of the college boys she dated. Sometimes he was in the mood to treat her as an equal rather than as his babysitter. That made her nervous.
She slowly walked up the stairs. She was still listening but she couldn't hear anything. She got to his door and she pushed it open slightly. Ricky still had his lights on. He was lying on his bed in only his shorts.
Carol could see his big cock-bulge. She stood there looking for a moment. Perhaps it was wrong, but Ricky was a good-looking boy and she hadn't seen very many boys like this. In fact, she had never seen a boy with his shorts so full of obviously hard cockmeat. She could feel a little fluttery sensation in her pussy.
She wondered what he was doing. She saw him picking up some pictures and looking through them. He was trembling. He put his hand down on his belly very near his cock-bulge. Slowly he moved his hand down until he was actually caressing his cock through his shorts.
She knew she should leave. This was a very private thing as well as being obscene. She shouldn't be standing there watching, and yet she couldn't make herself move.
She watched him slide his hand into the front of his shorts and now she knew for sure he was playing with his huge cock. She swallowed nervously. She kept wanting to run away but another part of her wanted to see what was happening.
Then it was too late. He looked up suddenly and he was staring right at her. For a moment she was flustered. She felt like a peeping Jane. She knew she had to get control of the situa�tion very quickly. A thing like this could ruin her.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
She came straight for him and he barely had time to get the covers pulled back up. He had hidden the pictures in the side of his bed but she could see the ends sticking out.
She reached down and grabbed them before he could stop her. She had been expecting some pretty tame pictures of nude girls. She got more than she bargained for. The first pic�ture was of a young girl and she was naked. But the picture wasn't tame. The girl had her legs spread and she was showing all of her pink pussy.
"This is awful," Carol said.
She was breathing heavier than before. She knew her face was- a bright red. She knew she shouldn't turn to the next picture, but she did. Then her hands couldn't stop. She kept turning the pictures over. They were all of the same girl. A pretty young blonde. And there was every position that could be imagined.
"These are absolutely filthy," she said.
"Give them back then," Ricky said. "They're mine."
"I'm not going to give them back," she said. "I'm going to show them to your father."
"My father doesn't need them," Ricky said. "He's got his own pictures. Hell, he's got fuck movies."
"You watch you language, young man!"
"He doesn't care about my pictures. You should see those movies he keeps in the cabinet in the back of the living room. They're really hot stuff."
"I don't care what your father does," she said. "I'm going to tell him about your filth. Now you put the lights out and go to sleep."
She turned off the bedroom light and went out the door. She still had the pictures clutched in her sweaty hand. She walked downstairs and sat down on the couch. For the first time, her breathing started getting back to normal. She didn't know what was wrong with her.
Those pictures had bothered her more than she would care to admit.
And what had he said about fuck movies!
Carol glanced at the blue cabinet behind the bar. She licked her lips nervously. She wondered about those movies. For the first time, Carol thought she might need a drink.
She put the pictures down as she went to the bar. She fixed herself a salty dog. She sat sipping at it and staring at the blue cabinet. She suspected that the movies would work on the television recorder set.
She knew she was going to do it. It made her so scared that she was almost sick, but she knew that wasn't going to stop her.
Carol finished her drink. She got up and walked to the blue cabinet. She rummaged around in it for a moment before she found the video tapes. She walked back to the televi�sion. Her heart pounded a little faster as she put the first one in the machine.
She went back to sit on the couch to watch.
She had expected something dirty-but nothing in her life had prepared her for what she saw. These were not professional movies, they were home movies. Sam Cramer had made this one himself and it started with a view of his pretty redheaded wife standing in the kitchen.
She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A man came into the kitchen holding a grocery bag. It took a moment before Carol recognized the man who owned the corner grocery store.
He was a big, beefy man and he put the bag down and went straight to where June Cramer was washing the dishes. He put his hands around her and cupped her big tits. June tried to push him away but his hands grasped harder and he began to squeeze as if he were milking a cow.
"Oh stop, Jason," she said. "My husband will be home soon."
"I can't help it," Jason said. "I can't stop thinking about your big hot tits. I can't help it."
"But I think he's getting suspicious."
"It doesn't matter a damn to me," Jason said. "I'm horny as hell and I've got to have some of your pussy!
Jason was already rubbing his big cock-bulge against June's sexy ass. June stopped trying to move away. She started pressing her body back against him. She was no longer fighting it. She was rubbing briskly against his swollen cock-bulge. Jason slipped his hands underneath her halter top. He pulled it away from her big tits. She tried to press even harder against him as he rubbed her tits.
"Nobody's got tits like you, June," he groaned. "No girl's body can match yours."
He was slowly moving her over to the kit�chen table. He was rubbing her tits all the time. He pushed her across the kitchen table. She was face down and still pushing her ass back against him. He was unzipping his fly. He pulled down his trousers and reached inside to pull his cock out. Carol gasped. She had never seen a man's hard cock before and this one looked like a monster. His prick was huge and red and slowly dripping cum.
Have to get a quickie when I come over here," Jason groaned. "You make me so fucking hot!"
"I need you!" June cried. "I need your cock!"
June reached back and pulled down the zipper on her shorts. She started wiggling out of her shorts. He bent forward so that his swollen cock was pressed against the top of her ass. He helped her push her shorts down to her legs and she kicked them off.
"Put it in me now," June cried. "Oh mother-fucking shit. I need your fucking cock so bad!
Carol was shocked and her pussy tingled with excitement. She had never dreamed of seeing anything like this. She knew he was going to fuck June. She wasn't going to turn it off. She was going to watch them fucking.
June wasn't wearing panties. Jason moved up behind her so that his bloated cockhead was against her pussy. He had a grin on his face as he started fucking his cock slowly into her cunt from behind.
"Just like dogs," Carol moaned.
Carol could feel her own pussy getting hot. She moved her hands down to her tits. She squeezed a little even though she knew she shouldn't be doing this.
"Put your cock in me," June cried. "Oh shit, I need it bad!"
"I'm going to give it to you, you bitch," Jason groaned. "I'm going to fuck your ass off!"
Jason reached around and grabbed Carol by her big tits. He held onto her tits tightly as he suddenly rammed all of his meaty cock up into her wet fuck-hole.
"Oh fucking shit," June moaned. "That's hat I want. Oh, that's what I want so bad!"
Jason stayed still for a moment. Carol could only stare at the movie open mouthed as she thought about how wicked it would feel to have Jason's cock inside her own pussy. Carol shifted her position on the couch. She knew she was dripping pussy juice. Her panties were getting slightly wet.
"Fuck me!" June shouted. "Don't keep me waiting anymore. Fuck the hell out of me."
Jason gripped her tits harder and he began to fuck her. He was ramming his big prick into her cunt as hard as he could. It was making June's body bounce all over the table.
June started making little moaning noises every time he fucked his cock into her. It was obvious that June was loving what he was doing to her. It was also obvious that she wasn't really worried about her husband finding them.
Carol thought it wouldn't harm anything if she just unbuttoned her blouse a little. If she just stroked her tits through her bra, she was sure she would help the itch.
She unbuttoned her blouse down the front. She slipped one hand inside the folds of her bra. Her tits were trying to break out of her bra. She had never felt them so hot and hard. She brought her finger to her nipple and she groaned in sudden pleasure.
"Fuck me harder!" June was yelling. "Oh shit, fuck me harder. I want to feel your fuck�ing cock coming out my mouth."
Carol couldn't help thinking that they were behaving like animals. They were doing sick things to one another. She was a good girl and she shouldn't even be watching this. She had a moment of determination to turn this filth off. It passed quickly as her pussy grew hotter.
She couldn't stroke her tits inside her bra. She wanted to touch her bare tit-flesh. She was frightened about someone finding her like this. She knew it would ruin her. And yet she couldn't stop herself.
Again, she thought that it wouldn't hurt anything if she just unbuttoned her bra a little. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the tiny hooks. She had a moment of relief as the bra cups fell away from her hot, creamy tits.
It was so wrong, but she couldn't stop. Her hand slipped up to her bare tits. She started caressing her tits. At the same time she started rubbing her legs together. Her pussy fluttered with growing excitement.
She looked back at the movie again. It was getting near the end. Now June was fucking her cunt back against Jason's plunging cock as hard as she could. There was an almost pained look on her face.
"I'm almost there!" June cried. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm almost fucking there. Give it to me good. Oh shiiit!"
Her body seemed to rock all over the table. She lifted herself up and then dropped back down on the table. She was going through the motions of a woman in deep pleasure.
Jason kept ramming her pussy. He held on to her tits even tighter and it was looking as if he were trying to tear her in two parts. He rammed her cunt again and again and his prick was making slurping noises as he fucked into her.
"Your balls are so heavy," June said.
"They're heavy with cum," Jason moaned. "I'm going to be shooting my cum into you."
"Not into me," June said. "You know where I like your cum. You know where I like for you to shoot your jism!"
The dirty talk and the hot fucking were more than Carol could bear. She had tried to control herself but she could do it no longer. She slid her hand down her body. She grabbed at the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up. She somehow got hold of her stockings and started pulling them down to her knees. She slipped her hand inside her panties. Her pussy lips were wet and bloated. She stroked her pussy mound for a moment and then she stabbed two fingers inside her cunt.
"I'm coming!" Jason cried. "I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, I'm going to come. Shiiit!"
Jason took his cock out of June's cunt at the last moment. He held it over her and his prick started spurting thick white cum all over June's asscheeks. June turned so that she could go down on her knees in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his big cock and started holding the cockhead down so that it was leaking cum into her face.
"I love your cum," June groaned. "There's nothing I love better than your cum! "
Carol started fucking two fingers in and out of her cunt. She didn't think she'd ever been so hot. Her pussy was puffy and she could feel her wet cunt juices soaking her panties. She had forgotten to be worried about anyone coming in. All she could think about was how badly she needed this.
The screen went dark. Carol closed her eyes and she could see Jason's big cock. She could see his cock fucking in and out of June's pussy. Somehow Jason became Ricky, and it was Ricky fucking Carol. His cock felt good pounding into her pussy.
Carol stabbed her fingers faster and faster. Her fingers were getting soaked with her cunt juices. She kept thinking how it was going to be to get fucked. She kept thinking about a long cock filling up her tight fuck-hole. She felt the first flutter of excitement in her belly. She started pushing her cunt against her strok�ing fingers. She felt another flutter.
Her orgasm was violent. It shook her body and left her pussy flooded. She felt wet and weak all over. She also felt very ashamed over the way her pussy had betrayed her.
She was only glad there hadn't been ugly consequences as she straightened up and fixed her clothes.
Carol wasn't aware then that someone had been watching her.
Chapter Two
Probably it was dangerous, but Carol often refused the offer of a ride home from the man of the house. She especially refused it from Sam Cramer. Sam was a powerful-looking man and he knew how good looking he was. He was dangerous for a babysitter, especially one like Carol who was attracted to rich men.
She refused him that evening. It was after eleven, but the lamps across the street were lit and the street was almost as bright as day. It was only a five-minute walk to her house. Her father didn't like her to make the walk, but she did things her own way.
The only scary part of the walk was leaving the street and going through the little wooded area that was a shortcut. It was almost like going from one world to the other. She would leave the beautiful houses along the rich sec�tion and enter the street with the ordinary frame houses she had known all her life.
Usually she would pay more attention to the area around her. Tonight she didn't because she was disturbed. She was bothered by the filth in the movie she'd seen. She was even more disturbed by the sensations it had caused in her pussy. Of course, she had played with herself before. Perhaps all girls did it and she had done it just to find out. Finger-fucking had always been sort of pleasing, but it never had the intensity that it had tonight.
She couldn't believe that she'd finger-fucked herself on the Cramers' couch. That was really sick. It was even sicker than Ricky and his filthy pictures.
Carol turned off the street and into the wooded area-and then she realized she wasn't alone. She wasn't sure at first. It was just a feeling that she was being followed, but she stopped and didn't see anyone. She started walking again but she could feel her heart pounding so hard that she was afraid it was going to burst right out of her chest. .
She heard it again! The footsteps and the sound of someone breathing. She turned around and saw a hulking figure standing behind her. She couldn't make out who it was at first. Then she heard someone laughing softly.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's just me-Ricky."
"You followed me?"
"Sure," he said. "I wanted to talk to you some more."
She didn't like any of this. She could feel her heart beating faster and she wanted to turn and run. But she had never showed fear in front of Ricky before. She knew she had to be strong or she would be in trouble.
"I don't want to talk to you," she said. "I'm late."
"It doesn't matter what you want," Ricky said.
There was something different in the youth's. voice, something strange. Suddenly she knew she couldn't hide her fear of him. He was making her tremble. She turned quickly but she found her way blocked by two other boys. Bill Thompson and Mike Smith were both young teenagers she had done babysitting jobs with. They were both big boys but not as big as Ricky.
"What is happening here?" she said.
"It's like I told you," Ricky said. "We want to talk to you. Well, maybe I want a little more."
"You'd better stay away from me," she said.
"I saw you on the couch," Ricky said. "I saw you on the couch watching my father's films and with your hand buried in your cunt. You're a hot piece of ass, aren't you?"
"You're sick," she said. "You'd better leave me alone!"
Mike grabbed her by one arm and she jerked her arm away. Bill grabbed her other arm. She twisted around and hit Bill across the face as hard as she could. Bill gave a cry as he backed up.
"You'd both better leave me alone!" she yelled.
She was surprised by the sudden blow to the back of her head. It knocked her forward. Ricky's arms slid around her. She jerked away and turned toward Ricky. She slapped him across the face. Her other arm was caught again and this time she could not tear it loose. She kicked and someone howled in pain.
"Hold the bitch," Ricky said.
She was really scared now. This wasn't something they were doing just to frighten her. They were after something and she was afraid she knew what it was. She couldn't get her arm free. Then her other arm was caught again.
She kicked and shook her head. She bit deep into someone's hand. It sounded like Bill who screamed. Her arm was free. She balled up a fist and brought it around as hard as she could. She landed a good blow. This time it was Mike who yelled in anger. She was going to get free. She was shocked by the powerful blow that hit her right between the shoulder blades. She hit the ground and she realized that Ricky was on top of her. He was holding her against the ground. She struggled to be free of them but it was futile. The other two boys were working around until they had her arms.
Suddenly, she could not move at all. She was pinned against the ground.
Ricky put his hand behind her head. He pressed her face into the dirt so that she stopped struggling. He lifted his hand to let her take a breath.
"Roll her over," Ricky said.
"It's not that easy," Bill said. "She fights like a wildcat."
"Roll her over, damn it," Ricky growled.
She kept struggling, but somehow the two boys got her rolled over onto her back. They both grabbed her arms and stretched her arms out beside her. She tried to tear loose but they held her firmly. She finally gave up struggling and just lay there gasping for breath. Ricky stood looking down at her.
"I've waited for this moment for a long time, cunt," Ricky told her. "I've dreamed about it. I didn't have the guts until I saw you playing with your cunt there on the couch. Then I knew I was going to have to do it."
"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"I'm going to fuck you, cunt!"
She had never been talked to this way. She had never looked up into a boy's eyes who looked so determined to fuck her. She knew she could not allow it to happen. She started jerking and pleading for them to let her go.
Rick bent down and slowly, carefully, un�buttoned her blouse all the way down in front. She started cursing him as she realized that she was completely helpless.
He pulled her blouse open and all three boys whistled. She knew she was revealing a lot in her lacy black bra with her creamy tits struggl�ing like puppies to get free. Ricky licked his lips.
"Shit, I knew you were going to look like this," he said. "I knew your fucking tits would be real!"
"Shit, I could go for some of that right now!" Mike said.
"You know what the deal is," Ricky said. "You're going to get all you want later on. But the first night is mine!"
Ricky reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra. He jerked it up to her neck. She kept struggling but nothing she did was any good. Ricky was getting a good look at her big creamy tits.
"What you fucking see is what you get," Ricky moaned. "Shit, I've never seen a fuck�ing pair of tits like that."
"She's fucking fantastic," Mike agreed. "I'm going to have to have a taste of those," Ricky said.
She just wanted him to fuck her and get it over with. She didn't want him playing with her tits. She didn't want him teasing her with his tongue. She knew she was going to get raped and she wanted to get the worst over with.
It wasn't going to be that easy, though.
Ricky kneeled down. He stretched out beside her. He kissed one of her big tits. His tongue rubbed across her nipple and it made her shiver. He opened his mouth a little wider and sucked her nipple inside his warm lips.
"Does she taste good?" Mike asked.
He didn't answer but he made sucking noises. His wet mouth opened wider and he started sucking her creamy tit-flesh even deeper into his mouth. He let his teeth scrape across her tit and it made her shiver.
"Don't do that to me," she moaned.
"What's the matter, baby?" Mike asked. "Are you afraid you're going to enjoy it too much?"
That was exactly what she was afraid of. Her body was already shaking a little from his licking. Her tits had always been so sensitive. Her tits were still swollen from watching the fuck movies and it wasn't fair that this should happen to her now.
But Rick's mouth was so hot and hungry. He licked her nipples wetly and they stood up like tiny mountains. He lowered his head and caught one of her nipples in his teeth. He bit on it gently and she squirmed in pleasure. "I think she likes that," Mike said.
"I've got lots of stuff she can like," Ricky said. "I'm going to make her beg for mercy before I'm through."
"You animals!" she screamed. "You filthy animals. I'm going to see you all put in jail."
Ricky started moving his hungry mouth from one tit to the other. He kept licking and kissing her nipples. He opened his mouth wider and kept sucking at her tit-flesh.
He lifted his head up. He kissed her and tried to stab his tongue into her mouth. She kept her lips firmly closed. He lifted his head.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Don't you want a little tongue?"
"I want nothing from you," she said. "I want you to let me go and leave me alone. I'm going to see you're all in jail for what you're doing to me!"
He lowered his head again. This time he bit her tit gently. She didn't like that at all. He bit her tit a little harder. She tried to get away from his sucking mouth but there was no place she could go.
His hungry mouth seemed to devour her tits. He was sucking her tit-flesh deep into his mouth and he was biting like an animal. She fought against the feelings he was giving her. She didn't want him to turn her into some kind of animal. His kind.
He raised his head again. "What's the matter, baby? You liked this when your fingers were in your pussy. Give in, baby. You're not fooling anybody."
She didn't say anything. She kept her mouth closed and she kept thinking of other things to keep herself from feeling. She mostly thought of how she was going to make these boys pay.
"Relax, baby," Ricky said.
She couldn't relax. She had to keep her body stiff as he put his mouth back on her tit again. He started sucking her nipple deep into his mouth and using his tongue all around it. It was so damned hard to control herself. Her tits seemed to get swollen and her nipples itched like fire.
He moved his head down. He kissed her bare belly. He moved his tongue down her body and kissed at the top of her skirt. He slipped his hands underneath her. He found her skirt and jerked it up. He sat back to look at her long legs revealed in the dim moonlight. He could see her black panties with her black pussy hairs curling out from the sides.
"She's got a really thick bush," he said. "I like a girl with a lot of pussy hair!"
He ripped at her stockings as he tried to get them down her legs. He practically ripped them off. They were still partially on her legs but in shreds as he reached for her panties.
"Oh no," she whispered. "Please don't."
"Just shut your mouth, bitch!" he snapped.
He was already ripping her panties down her long legs. He got them down past her ankles and tossed them aside. He spread her legs and put his hand against her pussy mound.
"Nice pussy," he said. "I bet you've got a tight fucking pussy. I'm going to have me some of that."
She was panic-stricken. She had kept hoping that something was going to happen to stop him. Now she knew that nothing was going to happen. He was already pushing at her cunt with one of his fingers. She gasped as one of his rough fingers eased into her cunt.
"Nice and tight and wet," he grunted. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, baby. I'm going to make you yell!"
He bent to lick her tits again. It wasn't fair that her tits seemed to get hotter by the mo�ment. Her big tits seemed to be pushing into his mouth. He moved his lips down again.
This time he didn't stop until he was right at her pussy mound. He began to kiss her furry cunt. He started sucking her cunt hairs into his mouth and wetting them with his tongue. He would spit them back out and then get another mouthful. In seconds her cunt was sopping wet. At the same time he kept fucking his finger in and out of her cunt.
"Go on and fuck her," Bill said. "We can't stay out here all night. Get some of her pussy."
"He's right," Mike said. "Fuck her now!" "No!" she screamed. "No!"
She continued her frantic efforts to free her arms, but the boys were to strong her her. She couldn't take her eyes off Ricky as he stood up. He pulled his trousers down to his knees. Then he slowly eased his shorts down. She couldn't see his cock very well and she was glad of that.
All she could see was a long piece of cockmeat, just the vague outline of his hard-on. But it looked big enough to kill her. She closed her thighs together as he bent down.
"Come on, bitch," Ricky said. "Don't act like you're some kind of virgin. A virgin doesn't play with her pussy like you did. She doesn't bury her fingers in her hot cunt."
"I am a virgin," she said.
"Maybe you are, but you've got a hot cunt and I'm going to have some right now!"
He spread her thighs apart. He dropped down on top of her. He kissed her mouth again and tried to stab his tongue down her throat. She kept her mouth closed tightly but she couldn't keep her legs together. He forced them apart with his knees. He turned so that his cock was right at the entrance to her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you," Ricky said. "I've been dreaming about this chance for a long fucking time and I'm going to fuck your pussy. I'm going to ram my cock up your cunt!"
She begged him not to do it but he wasn't going to listen. He slipped his hands beneath her. He grabbed her asscheeks and held onto them tightly. He pushed gently but his cock felt like it was tearing her apart as it finally popped into her pussy. He gave a little shove and he found her cherry.
"So you really are a virgin, baby," he said. "Well, I'm going to take care of that!"
She stopped struggling because that only seemed to excite him more. She kept begging but nothing was going to stop him now. He had the lips of her pussy around his cock.
He stabbed hard and his prickhead broke through her cherry. There was a moment of pain for her. He stabbed again and his prick fucked all the way into her pussy.
"There, baby," he said. "You don't have to worry about that virgin cunt anymore. Now you just relax and enjoy it."
He started fucking her with slow strokes. She could sense his excitement and she knew he wouldn't be able to last for long. Her pussy only stayed sore for a few moments and then her pussy juices started making it easier for him to fuck into her tight cunt.
In a few moment she could feel the first stirrings of excitement in her pussy. She knew it was stupid. She was getting raped by an animal. There was no reason for her to feel anything at all. And yet she did feel something, a warmth that seemed to come from her cunt.
"I'd like to hold back, baby," Rick said. "I really would, but I can't. Your tight pussy feels so fucking good. I can't hold back. I fucking can't. Oh shit. Shiiiit!"
He started fucking her as fast as he could. A moment later his big prick started exploding jism inside her pussy. His thick cum seemed to flood her cunt. She could feel his cum leaking out of the sides of her cunt and wetting her thighs. He kept pushing his prick into her as if he were going to get it deeper.
"Fucking fine," he groaned. "So fucking fine!"
He rested on top of her for a moment. Final�ly, he took his cock out of her and he stood up. He was grinning.
"All right, baby," he said. "We're going to take you to your new home."
She knew her nightmare was just beginning.
Chapter Three
It was dark and damp where they had put her. Her hands were tied tightly behind her. Her tits hurt where she had been mauled. She still had her blouse on but her bra had been left in the woods. Her dress was in tatters and her stockings hung in shreds on her legs.
"The bastards," she whispered. "Bastards, bastards, bastards."
She had never hated anyone in her life but she hated those three boys at that moment. The other two had just held her down, but she knew they would come back for their turns. Why else would they tie her up?
She had an idea where she was. There was only one really ugly house in the area, an an�cient house that had been there for years. It was practically falling down. She was sure that she was in the basement of that house.
She heard noises near her. She drew her knees up as she thought about all the awful things that could be in a basement. Ugly bats and rats and roaches. She drew as near to the wall as she could get. She couldn't go far. They had wrapped some kind of chain around her neck and it was hooked to a nail in the wall. She tried to pull it out a couple of times but she couldn't get free.
There was no sense in trying to sleep. She could only sit there scared to death and worried about what her parents were going to think when she didn't show up. Her father had warned her often enough. She shouldn't have taken that lonely walk home every night.
It seemed like months before it finally started to get light in the basement and she could look around. Her prison was even worse than she had thought. It was covered in filth. There were scraps all over the floor and the place was piled high with old furniture.
She was very close to panic She knew she had to get control of herself or she was going to start screaming in fear. She took a deep breath.
"They're not going to break me," she whispered. "I don't care what they do to me. I'm not going to break. I'll make them pay when they let me go."
She kept telling herself that over and over again through the long hours of the day. She was beginning to believe that they were going to leave her here, that she would just be allowed to starve to death where nobody would ever find out.
She was beginning to be sure of it as the day dragged on. It seemed to last for years. Final�ly, shortly before dark, she heard footsteps upstairs. She could feel her heart pounding faster as something moved and someone was coming down the stairs. She looked at the stairs hopefully.
She was hungry and tired, and scared. At that moment she didn't care if it was Ricky or anyone else who came down those stairs. All she cared about was that she wasn't going to starve. She wasn't going to be left to starve.
It was Ricky. He came down into the basement and stood looking at her. He had his hands on his hips and he was smiling. She had never seen such a cruel smile. Ricky came over and knelt beside her.
"You bastard," she said savagely. "You filthy bastard. I'm going to see you put in jail. I'm going to have you arrested.
He quickly stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied his belt around her head. He started back up the stairway. Her eyes went wide with fright. She had spoken in anger but she knew she would go crazy if he left her in that base�ment for another night. She tried to crawl across the floor toward him. She made pleading noises.
" You want to say something?." he asked. She made whimpering noises and nodded her head.
"You'd better understand something " Ricky said. "I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth again. But you'd better be a polite bitch or I'm going to stuff it back in your mouth and leave for sure."
She was in his power. She stared at him with hate-filled eyes but she knew she wasn't going to say anything. He bent down and undid her gag again. This time she took a couple of deep breaths and tried to get in control of her emotions.
"Are you hungry?" Ricky asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"I bet you're thirsty, too. I bet you're hungrier and thirstier than you've ever been in your life. I also bet you feel dirty all over. You look kind of scruffy."
"Why are you treating me this way?" she asked. "Didn't you get what you wanted from me?"
"I got some pussy from you," Ricky said. "And I enjoyed that. The problem was that you weren't into the spirit of the thing."
"You can't expect me to enjoy being raped."
"I don't give a damn if you enjoy it or not," Ricky said. "What I want is for you to do your best so that I enjoy It."
"You're crazy," she said.
He slapped her mouth as hard as he could. He picked up the gag and she started backing away. Suddenly she was scared again. He could reduce her to helpless fear just by pick�ing up the gag.
"I told you that you were going to have to be nice," Ricky said. "I don't suppose this is a very nice place to spend the night. It's kind of dirty. I don't think you'd like to stay another night here."
"I wouldn't like that," she said.
"Then you have to apologize for calling me filthy names," he told her.
"I'm sorry for calling you filthy names," she said.
"And you have to make it up to me," he told her.
She had known something like that was coming but she didn't know exactly what it was. He walked toward her and grabbed a handful of her black hair. He rubbed his crotch against her face.
"Please don't make me do that," she said.
"I'm not making you, baby," he told her. "If you don't want to do it then I'm just going to leave you down here until you decide that you're willing."
She could tell that he meant it. He would leave her there. She didn't think she could stand it. Doing what he wanted would be terri�ble. She knew she would be sick. She also knew she couldn't refuse to do it.
"I'm going to undo your hands, but don't get any funny ideas. The ring is still around your neck and you won't get very far with it!"
"I won't run away," she said.
He bent down and undid her hands. She felt the blood running through them and it made her itch. She rubbed her hands together in front of her. She thought about running at that moment, but she knew he was right. He had planned this well. She couldn't get away. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Rub my cock," he told her.
She drew herself up to her knees and took a deep breath. She had gotten about was low as she could go. Now she was having to work for her supper. She brought her fingers up the inside of his thighs. He was wearing jeans. She started brushing her fingertips up and down over his cock-bulge.
There was a warm sensation going through her body as she rubbed her fingers up and down the length of his cock. It was crazy but she could feel it getting hotter inside his trousers. She felt the bulge of his cock growing.
"That's right, baby," he told her. "I've been thinking about you doing this all day long. I've been thinking about what you were going to do for me."
She kept rubbing his cock until he told her to take it out of his jeans. She pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand inside the small opening. Her fingers searched and found his cock bunched in his shorts. His shorts were already sticky with his dripping cum.
She slipped a finger into the side of his shorts and she touched his bare cock-flesh. His cock felt hot and sweaty. She moved her finger up and down his cock and her finger got sticky.
"Hurry up and take it out," he groaned.
She took her hand back out. She undid his belt and pulled his trousers down to his knees. His shorts looked as if they could hardly con�tain his throbbing hard-on.
She took his shorts down slowly. She had not really been able to see his cock the night before. Now she could see it clearly. His cock was long and thick and the cockhead dripped pre-cum. She could see the tiny blue veins run�ning through the bloated tip. She looked down the length of his cock and she could see his heavy balls.
"Come on, baby," he said. "You know what I want. You're going to make me happy if you don't want to stay here tonight."
She didn't want to stay here. She wrapped her fingers around his bloated cock. She moved her hand down to his balls and stroked them. She moved her hand back up to his balls. Her fingers caressed his thick prick. She ran her fingers over his cockhead.
Her fingers started getting sticky with pre-cum. She could feel it dripping out of his cockhead and smearing her hand. She didn't draw her hand away. She was determined that she would do exactly as he wanted.
"Lick me," he told her. "Lick my fucking cock. I'm going to let you lick my cock and then suck it until I come!"
That was what she had been afraid of. She had read things on bathroom walls. She had heard things from her girlfriends. She knew that this was something men liked. She could even feel a strange curiosity going through her mind. She was wondering what a cock would taste like, and she hated herself for that.
"Lick it, baby," he told her. "Lick my prick all over. Show me how hard you're will�ing to work to please me."
She shivered all over. She bent down and started licking the tip of his prick. She tasted thick, salty pre-cum and she wanted to pull her head back, but she didn't dare. She also wanted to please this young man. She wanted him to let her go-but mostly she didn't want to spend the night here again.
She licked all over his bloated cockhead. She tasted his salty pre-cum and she swallowed it.
She kept thinking she was going to be sick but somehow she held back. She drew her head back and looked down at his cockhead. The cockhead was purplish colored and it seemed to have gotten bigger in just a few seconds.
She put her head down again. She started carefully licking around the massive head of his prick. The area around his cockhead seem�ed to be the most sensitive and she concen�trated her efforts there. He seemed to get more excited each second. He put one hand on the back of her head but he didn't try to make her do anything.
"Lick my cock all over, baby," he said. "Lick my balls and my asshole. Lick everything."
She wanted to laugh at him. She wanted to stop and curse him. But she didn't dare. She started licking down to the swollen base of his cock. Even the skin of his cockmeat tasted salty.
She got to his hairy balls. The heavy ball-sac felt filled with cum. She licked over his balls and underneath them. She didn't know what made her do it but she sucked one of the balls into her mouth. She rolled the ball from side to side.
"Holy shit," he groaned. "You sure know how to make me feel good, baby. You know how to make me feel fucking good. I bet you were born for sucking cock!"
It was stupid. There was something about it that was exciting to her. She didn't know what it was but it seemed to make the blood rush through her body with a tingling sensation. She moved her lips to his other heavy ball. She began licking at his big balls again.
She moved her head farther down. She found the hairy crack of his ass with her tongue. She started licking around his ass crack. She did it for a moment and then moved her tongue back up to his balls once more.
"Lick my balls, baby," he groaned. "Lick and suck my balls. It makes me feel good!"
She took his balls into her mouth again. She sucked and licked them as gently as she knew how. There was an animal pleasure in what she was doing. It was making her shake all over.
"Lick my cock some more, bitch," he groaned. "Lick it all fucking over. Make my fucker wet with your spit!"
She began to tongue his cock. She moved her tongue up and down the length of his cockshaft. She enjoyed making him tremble. She knew she was behaving lewdly but she told herself it didn't matter. She was being forced to do this.
She had his cock glistening with spit. She moved her tongue up to the head of his cock. She took a deep breath before she took his cock into her mouth. She held just the head of his prick gingerly inside her lips. She could feel herself shaking. She held his swollen cock over her tongue and slowly moved his cockhead into the corner of her mouth. She held his cock in the hollow of her cheek. She rolled her tongue over his cock-knob and then moved it back into the other cheek.
She didn't hate the taste as much as she thought she would. She didn't even hate having to suck cock. She kept thinking that she was in some kind of dream world. She sucked his cock a little deeper. He wasn't trying to rush her and she was glad of that. She wasn't sure she could have taken it if he had suddenly started fucking his big cock into her throat.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to make a cock-sucker out of you. You're going to be the fucking greatest."
He held the back of her head a little tighter and she knew she was going to have to take his prick a little deeper. She could still taste some of his pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She kept swallowing and sucking.
"Come on, baby," he groaned. "You can do it. Come on and suck my cock deep!"
She started working her lips on his swollen prick. She started sucking it gently and she sucked almost half of his cock into her mouth. She gagged a little. The base of his big cock seemed enormous. She had to stop and draw her head back to take a breath.
Again he didn't rush her but she could feel his impatience. She closed her lips tightly around his hard prick again. She started suck�ing his big cock into her mouth again. She sucked his prick half into her mouth and this time she could handle it. She sucked a little deeper. She didn't gag this time. She kept sucking and soon she had almost all of his cock inside her mouth.
"I can't stand it anymore, baby," he told her. "I've got to fuck your face. I'm going to fuck your face, baby!"
He grabbed her head with both hands and started guiding her movements. Her rest period was over. Now she had to start bobbing her head against his prick. She would take his prick deep into her mouth and then spit it out again. She started using her tongue all around his bloated prick-flesh.
"That's the way to suck me," he grunted.
"Oh shit, baby. I'm fucking your face. This is what I've always wanted to do!"
He started fucking his prick between her lips a little faster. Already his pre-cum had started to leak again. She could feel his thick pre-cum wetting her lips and the inside of her mouth. She started swallowing and she could taste the hot cock juice.
"You've got fucking sweet lips, baby," he grunted. "You keep sucking and I'm going to give you a nice present. A nice, hot mouthful of jism."
She didn't want the present. She didn't want any cum in her mouth. And yet she knew she couldn't stop sucking. She was shaking as she kept sucking his prick. She could feel his prick fucking deeper into her throat with every thrusting motion.
"You're fucking sweet, bitch," he grunted. "I'm almost fucking there. I'm almost fucking there. Oh shit, this feels so damned nice. Your fucking lips are so nice. Shit, baby. Shiiiit!"
He kept his hold on the back of her head and he crammed his cockmeat as deep into her mouth as he could.
Suddenly she could feel something wet and sticky at the roof of her mouth. She gagged as her mouth filled with thick liquid. She realized it was his spunk. He was coming in her mouth! She tried to spit it out but he wouldn't let her. His cum was thicker than she would have im�agined. She started swallowing to keep from choking. The thick cum seemed to fill her stomach as it went down. It was burning her throat.
"Fucking nice," he groaned. "Fucking nice!"
He made her lick his cock completely clean. Finally he pulled his prick out of her mouth. He moved away. His eyes watched her and he was grinning.
She didn't like that evil grin.
"Now we'll get you something else to eat," he said.
Chapter Four
"Crawl, cunt," Ricky said. "I don't want you walking up the stairs like a regular person. I want you crawling like a cunt!"
Carol was sick with fear and humiliation over what he had made her do. She was also hungry. She had never been really hungry before in her life, and she was starting to realize that it wasn't a nice feeling. She would have done anything to get food and a little comfort. Anything.
Ricky stood on the stairs smiling at her. He had one end of the chain in his hands. She hated him. She wished she could scratch his eyes out. Instead, she got down on her knees and started crawling up the steps, inching her way upward with her bound hands behind her back.
She scraped her knees and tore off the remains of her stockings as she crawled up the hard steps. She was breathing heavily when she reached the top.
He led her into a dark hallway with a thread-bare carpet. He took her out of the hallway and into a kitchen.
"So you're hungry, huh," he said. "Well, I've got some cunt food for you."
She saw that he had put two bowls on the floor. One was filled with water and the other looked like some sort of dog food. She thought she was going to throw up.
"Eat it, bitch," he told her. "It's good food for a bitch!"
"Could you untie my hands at least?" she asked.
His face was cruel as he grabbed her by the back of her head. He forced her face down into the water bowl. She was thirsty and she started drinking. It only made her more hungry. He stood back as he watched her finish off the bowl of dog food.
"That's a good bitch," he said. "You learn fast. You know you wouldn't want to make me mad."
"I hate you," she whispered.
"That did it," Ricky said. "Now you've made me mad."
Ricky kicked her hard and she went sprawl�ing onto the hard floor. He brought his foot up again and she saw it coming. She rolled but it caught her in the belly and she was afraid she was going to throw up.
"You stupid bitch," Ricky said. "You're not always going to be stupid, though. When I'm done with you, you're going to be the most eager-to-please piece of ass that's ever lived!"
Ricky reached down and grabbed her by her thick black hair. He wrapped some of her hair around his fingers and made a fist. He started dragging her across the floor. She could do nothing but try and crawl quickly as he jerked her forward. He dragged her out of the kitchen and into another room.
She looked around in horror. It was a bedroom but she had never seen a bedroom like this. There were whips and chains on the walls. There were chains and rings hanging down from the ceiling. There was some kind of hanging basket, big enough for a human, suspended over the bed.
"This is your home for a while," Ricky said. "You'd better get used to it, cunt. You'd better get used to calling me sir and doing everything I tell you. Do you understand that?"
"I hate you," she said.
He kicked her again. He reached down and jerked her up to her feet. A chain and metal collar also hung from the ceiling. He locked the collar around her neck. He went to a pulley and started pulling at the chain until she had to stand on her toes to keep from being choked.
Now it was easy for him to walk behind her and undo her hands. She was in such pain that she couldn't fight him if she'd had the energy. He lifted her hand up above her head and fastened her wrist in another hanging chain. He did the same to her other arm. She could not move at all. She was completely in his power. He walked around her for a few minutes, and she was growing to hate the way he grinned at her.
"You don't understand that you're going to have to watch your mouth, cunt," Ricky said. "It's going to be very bad for you until you learn that."
Ricky started pulling the rest of her clothes off. He ripped off the tattered remains of her blouse. Her skirt wasn't covering very much, anyway. He just ripped away the shreds of her stockings. He walked to the wall and picked up an ugly-looking studded belt.
"I wonder how this would feel on your ass," he said.
"Please don't," she said. "Please don't, sir."
"You are learning. You're getting smarter every second."
She was slowly understanding that he wanted to reduce her to the level of a whimpering animal. She didn't want it to happen. But she also didn't want to feel the pain.
He walked behind her. He put one hand on her creamy asscheek. He caressed her asscheek gently. She felt him rubbing the end of his belt against her ass.
"Please don't hurt me, sir," she whispered.
"You are learning. You know it gives me a hard-on when you talk like that? It really makes me feel good. You keep talking like that, and make me believe you mean it."
"I do mean it," she moaned. "I'll be good. Just don't hurt me."
She couldn't see him and she couldn't hear him. She heard the smack of his belt against his hands. She heard him step back. Then she felt the ripping pain as he whipped the belt across her quivering asscheeks.
"Such a hot ass," he said. "Well, I'm going to make your ass even hotter. I'm going to warm it up for you."
"No, please," she begged him.
He started whipping the belt across her ass again and again. The belt cracked against her jiggling asscheeks. She kept trying to move away but it did no good. Any movement cause pain in her throat and down her spine. She could only stand there and take the brutal treatment.
"Please stop," she moaned. "Oh, please stop. Please!"
He kept whipping her with the belt until she was sobbing hysterically and promising him anything if he stopped. Finally he did stop and she could hear him laughing. He reached up and undid her arms and tied them behind her again. He unhooked the metal collar around her neck and let her come back down to her feet again. She nearly fell.
He caught her around the waist and gently let her go down to her knees. He turned her to face him. Her face was level with his crotch: She suddenly felt her mouth go dry as she remembered what he had made her do earlier.
He started whipping the belt across her ass again and again. The belt cracked against her jiggling asscheeks. She kept trying to move away but it did no good. Any movement cause pain in her throat and down her spine. She could only stand there and take the brutal treatment.
"Please stop," she moaned. "Oh, please stop. Please!"
He kept whipping her with the belt until she was sobbing hysterically and promising him anything if he stopped. Finally he did stop and she could hear him laughing. He reached up and undid her arms and tied them behind her again. He unhooked the metal collar around her neck and let her come back down to her feet again. She nearly fell.
He caught her around the waist and gently let her go down to her knees. He turned her to face him. Her face was level with his crotch. She suddenly felt her mouth go dry as she remembered what he had made her do earlier.
"Kiss my feet," he said.
She didn't hesitate. She bent down almost to the floor and started kissing his shoes. She hardly thought about what she was doing. All she could think about was that she had to make this man happy. She had to do as he wanted.
"Get up on the bed," he told her.
The big bed was dusty but she didn't care. She jumped up on the bed and rolled over on her back. She thought she was going to get fucked again. Instead, he told her to roll over on her stomach.
She rolled over. He bent over the bed and put one knee in the center of her back. He un�did her hands but he quickly stretched her arms out beside her and tied them down again. He then moved off the bed. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it underneath her belly.
"You've got a beautiful ass," he told her. "You've got the most perfect ass. That was one of the first things I ever noticed about you. A perfect ass!"
He sat down beside her. His hand stroked the backs of her thighs. His fingertips moved up the insides of her thighs. He gently pushed her cuntlips apart and pushed a finger inside her pussy.
"Is your pussy still sore?" he asked. "I guess it would be. Your virgin cunt got ripped apart last night!"
He pushed another finger inside her cunt and he started fucking them in and out. It was. crazy, but her pussy started feeling a little wet. She moved around on the bed. The pillow elevated her ass, and he seemed to enjoy that.
"You've got the hottest fucking pussy around," he groaned.
He worked his fingers around inside her cunt. He touched all of her cunt walls and he rubbed against her clit. She didn't like it because it made her feel warm all over. Her tits started tingling and she found herself rubbing them against the bed. She took a deep breath as she tried to get control of herself.
"Like that, baby?" he asked her.
"No," she groaned.
"You're lying, bitch," he said. "You do like it. You love it and I'm going to teach you to love it even more."
He shoved four of his fingers into her pussy. He started fucking them in and out until she was squirming. She wasn't really getting so hot that she could not control herself. Not yet, she wasn't. But there was an itchy sensation be�tween her thighs. It, was something that she was finding pleasing.
"Don't do that," she whispered.
He took his fingers out of her pussy. He moved his weight on top of her. He reached around and grasped her tits. His fingers started massaging her tits gently, and his thumbs caressed her nipples. He was massag�ing her in a different way this time. He wasn't just squeezing her tits hard. His fingers seemed so warm and so gentle. It was making her itchy.
She was wet between her legs. Her pussy juices were leaking down around her thighs.
She wanted to pull away from him but there was no place she could go. He gently pushed his cock between her legs. She felt his swollen cock-knob at her pussy hole. He pushed again and his cock fucked halfway inside her cunt.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "You're going to fuck me again. You're going to fuck me and I can't stop you."
"You're damn fucking right," he grunted.
He pushed a little more. His huge cock fuck�ed all the way inside her pussy. He stopped moving. The snug pressure of his balls seemed to throb against her pussy.
He began to fuck her savagely. She wondered how his cork could be so hard after she had just given him a blow-job downstairs. Yet, his prick felt as hard as it had before. Probably it was his youth, but she also had the feeling that he was different than a lot of boys.
"You've got a really hot cunt," he said.. "I love fucking your cunt. I'm going to give it a workout this time!"
He stopped thrusting and started churning his prick around inside her pussy so that she was feeling his prick in every part of her cunt. She felt his hard cockshaft rubbing against her clit and it sent shivers through her.
"You've got good pussy, baby," he said.
"You should have started giving that cunt away long ago. A lot of boys have missed out on a sweet piece!"
He fucked her a little harder, beating her ass with his big balls. She had the feeling she was going to be sore as hell before the night was over. He kept ramming her pussy harder and harder and she felt a little of his pre-cum leak�ing into her cunt.
Carol wanted to curse at Ricky for what he was making her feel. She had never felt such sensations before. She knew that he was going to make her come if he kept this up. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the feelings, but she was so tired and so dreamy. It was hard to fight.
Then he was suddenly stopped fucking just as she was on the brink. He pulled his prick out of her dripping cunt. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. She wondered what horror was in store for her now.
She didn't have long to wait to find out. He spread apart her creamy asscheeks with his fingers. He moved so that the knob of his cock was pressed against her asshole. She realized quickly what he was doing and she started struggling to be free.
"Please don't do that," she whispered. "I'll do anything, but that would hurt so bad. Please don't do that to me."
"You shut your mouth, bitch," Ricky said. "I'm going to do any fucking thing I want to do and you're going to fucking enjoy it."
"Not that," she pleaded. "Anything but that!"
He wasn't listening to her. He moved away a little but it was so that his finger could explore her ass. He moved one finger down her asscrack. He found her asshole and he stabbed his finger into her asshole up to his knuckle. He held it there for a moment. He started fucking his finger deeper.
"You're hurting me," she whispered. "You're killing me."
"Just wait until I get my fucking cock in there," he told her.
She was shivering as his finger started fuck�ing in and out of her asshole. This was the ultimate humiliation. This was something that she had never dreamed could happen. His finger kept penetrating her asshole deeper and deeper. He pulled his finger out of her ass and pressed his cockhead against her asshole.
A fiery pain seemed to shoot through her body. She started wiggling her ass to get away from his cock. Her wiggling movements only excited him more. She made the wrong movement-and his cockhead popped into her tight asshole.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "That hurts. That fucking hurts. Don't do that to me."
He only laughed. He kept the knob of his prick just barely fucked in her asshole but it still hurt like hell. He didn't move for a long while, as if he wanted to give her time to think about what he was going to do to her.
"I've dreamed about your sexy ass for so long," he said. "I've dreamed about having your ass against my cock. You don't know how long I've waited to get this."
"Don't do it," she whispered. "You'll kill me. Please don't do that to me!"
He pushed again and that was his only answer. His cock fucked into her asshole a little more. She started moving around again as if she were going to get free of his cock. She only managed to suck his prick deeper into her tight asshole.
"Don't do that," she said. "Oh, please don't do that. You're making me hurt all over. I'll suck your cock again. Please don't do this to me!"
"You're damn right you'll suck my cock again," Ricky said. "You'll do any fucking thing I want. You're my fucking slave!"
She kept begging but he started pressing harder. His big prick was tearing into her asshole. He had half his cock fucked inside her asshole as he gave another brutal fuck-thrust. This time his prick fucked all the way inside her asshole. It filled her ass. She had never felt such pain as was ripping her body.
"You're killing me," she screamed. "You're fucking kiling me. You're hurting me bad!"
He kept his cock inside her ass without moving for a few moments. Then he slowly started to fuck his cock in and out of her asshole. His prick seemed to be ripping her apart. She couldn't stand the pain. She thought she was going to die at any moment.
"Please stop," she begged. "Oh, why are you treating me this way?"
"I'm making you a real piece of ass," he said. "You're not going to have a virgin hole left when I'm done with you."
"You sick bastard."
Carol had said the wrong thing. He reached around and grabbed her tits. He started trying to twist her tits off as he fucked her asshole as hard as he could.
Ricky's cock was beginning to throb inside her asshole. He was so damned excited that he couldn't seem to control the movements of his body. He seemed to be trying to kill her with his big cock. He seemed to be trying to ram his fucker all the way into her stomach and out her mouth.
"You sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad. Oh shit, you bitch. You mother-fucking bitch. Fuuuuuck!"
He rammed his prick up into her asshole as hard as he could. His big prick did seem to tear her apart that time. He was pushing his fucker deeper into her asshole and then suddenly his prick was exploding with thick cum. His jism was filling her asshole. His cum was soothing to her damaged asshole. She kept feeling him pushing his cock as if he were trying to fuck deeper.
He pulled his prick out of her ass and let his cock finish dripping cum between her legs. "You're an animal," she said.
"And you still haven't learned your lesson well," he said. "I'm your fucking master and you have to talk nice to me. But you'll learn, baby. You'll learn. That's a promise."
She didn't like the tone of his voice.
Chapter Five
Carol was left alone again. This time she was more comfortable, though. She was left face down on the dusty bed, with Ricky's cum still dripping out of her asshole. She was completely exhausted and this time she slept. She must have slept for hours. When she opened her eyes again, there was someone in the room.
She lifted her head. Mike was sitting across the room from her. So far Ricky had not shared her with anyone else. Now she knew that he was going to share her with Mike. "Hello, Mike," she said nervously.
"Hi, baby," he said. "You look real good lying there. I've been sitting here watching you sleep and thinking about how good your cunt's going to feel."
"Please, Mike," she whispered. "You could let me go. You haven't really done anything to me yet. You could let me go and nobody would ever know. I wouldn't tell about you."
"I wish I could," Mike said. "I wish we could be friends. But I couldn't stand the thought of not having some of your sweet ass. You're just too fucking beautiful!"
She saw that Mike wasn't going to let her go he was too horny. He needed her too bad.
There was nothing she could do to stop him. "Come on then, damn you," she said. "What?" Mike asked.
"Come on and climb on. Come on and fuck me. Get it over with."
"Don't rush it, baby," Mike said. "I like my girls a little cleaner. I bet you're hungry, too."
She was famished. There was something kind in Mike's voice, something she didn't hear in Rick's voice. She knew that Mike wouldn't be so rough with her. And perhaps that was a way to get away.
"Are you going to bathe me?"
"I might help," Mike said.
"Maybe I'd like that," she said.
She could see .the pleased look on Mike's face. He came over and untied one of her hands. He didn't untie the other right away. Instead, he put her hand behind her neck and snapped something metallic on her wrist.
"Now you just be still while I hook up the other hand," he said.
He brought her other hand around and hooked her up. He helped her off the bed and guided her into another room. It was an old-fashioned bathroom. It had a huge tub in it. And there was already water running into the bed.
She knew what she was going to do was very wrong but she also knew she had to do it. Mike wasn't a bad looking boy. He would probably make a very nice looking young man. It wouldn't be so hard to seduce him.
"You don't have to keep me tied up," she said.
"I'm afraid I do," Mike said. "Ricky would kill me if I let you go. I'm not even supposed to be here without him."
"Then you're just doing this on your own?"
"I thought you'd like a chance to get cleaned up," he said. "And maybe something to eat."
"You're a nice boy, Mike," she said. "I really promise I won't run away if you untie me."
"I couldn't do that. You'd better check the temperature on the water. It might be too hot."
She stepped into the water. It was just right. It felt like heaven. She was grimy from her night in the cellar. She slowly sank down into the hot, soapy water.
"Would you like a beer or something?" he asked.
"I'd like that," she smiled.
"1'11 get it for you. You just sit back and soak for a while."
Carol thought about what she was going to do while he was gone. She knew it wasn't going to be easy-and he had to be completely defenseless when she made her move. She knew of one way to get him off his guard. She could fuck the little bastard's brains out.
The thought of it made her feel tingly all over. She kept thinking that she probably wouldn't have to go through with it. Not all the way. And yet there was a part of her that wanted to go through with it.
Mike came back with her beer. She leaned back in the tub and let him take a really good look at her hot, big tits and her perfectly formed pussy mound.
"You'll have to help me drink it," she said. "I don't have my hands free."
"All right," Mike said.
Mike bent over the tub. He popped the cap and started putting the can to her mouth. She drank deeply. The alcohol gave her a new warmth and courage. She knew she was going to go through with it.
"You're going to have a scrub me," she said. "I feel so dirty. You're going to have to scrub me all over."
He was shivering a little. She could see that he really wanted to do it but he was scared. He took the washrag and he bent over in the tub. He put the washrag on her belly as if he were afraid of moving it anywhere else.
"Don't be afraid to touch me," she said. "You're going to fuck me sooner or later." "Don't talk like that," he said.
"It's true. You're going to fuck me. You're going to stick your big cock into my pussy. You know that. So don't be afraid to touch me right now. Or is it Ricky you're scared of?" "I'm not scared of anybody," Mike said. "Then scrub me with the rag."
He looked nervous but he couldn't refuse. His hand moved up her belly and he touched one of her tits. She did her best to look as if it was the most exciting thing she had ever felt. He moved his hand around her tit in a slow circle. She could feel her heart pounding.
"That's nice, Mike," she whispered.
Mike's hand trembled but he kept rubbing the rag over her tits. She was doing this just to have her chance to escape, but that didn't stop her from feeling a quick tingling in her belly and a weakness in her knees.
He was moving the soap around her nipples. He was rubbing his hands in slow circles and her nipples were starting to get hard as rock. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
"You could bathe me easier if you got in here with me," she said.
Mike looked around. She knew he was still thinking of Ricky. She thought that he was probably scared of Ricky and it didn't matter what he said.
"Come on and get in here with me," she said. "I need you to wash me that way."
She arched her back so that her creamy tits poked up at him in lewd invitation. It was more than he could stand. Mike stepped back and started tearing at his clothes. In a few moments he had them off and he was stepping into the tub with her.
"This is going to be nice," she told him.
The tub was big enough for both of them. She settled into the tub with him. He was half on top of her. She felt his hard cock pushing against the insides of her thighs. He began rubbing her tits again. It wasn't long before he wasn't rubbing any soap on her tits. He was only rubbing his fingers across her hard nip�ples.
"You're making me feel so good," she whispered.
He was staring hungrily at her tits. She knew he was going to do it even before he put his head down and started licking at one of her rigid nipples. His tongue was hot and wet. He pushed it against her rubbery nipple-flesh. He gently sucked the nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped it.
"Oh, yes, Mike," she groaned. "You're making me feel so good all over. So good!"
Mike started moving his hungry mouth from one of her tits to the other. He sucked and nibbled at her tit-flesh and it was easy for her to get into it. She was enjoying it. Her tits felt so hot and hard. His tongue against her nip�ples made them throb with fiery pleasure.
"You taste good, baby," Mike groaned.
"Oh yes, Mike," she whispered. "Kiss me all over like that. That makes me hot as hell!"
His teeth scraped her nipple and sent something like an electric current through her body. She began pushing her tits up against his hungry mouth. He was biting, but biting very gently and it made her shiver all over. She wanted to put her hands behind his head and pull him closer.
"Untie my hands," he said. "Untie my hands and I'll play with you."
"I just can't," Mike said: Somehow she knew she was going to con�vince him, but it would have to wait a little while longer. She kept pushing her tits up against his face. He started sucking one tit and then quickly moving his wet lips to the other creamy tit mound. He couldn't seem to get enough of sucking at her tits. His tongue started rolling her nipple around in a tight circle and she groaned.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That does feel good."
She was putting on an act. At least that was what she kept telling herself. She was only acting so that she would get a chance to escape. Yet, there was something happening inside her body. She was very aware that she was tingling all over. She kept feeling the warm fluttery feeling in her pussy.
Mike kept sucking at her tits. He was so hungry for her tits. He was acting like he had never tasted tits. Somehow she didn't believe Mike was a virgin, but he sure was enjoying her tits.
"That. makes me so crazy," she moaned.
He kept sucking her tit while he picked up the soap again. He started running his hand down her body and the soap brushed against her belly and down to her cunt. He wet his hand and started soaping her pussy hairs. She could already feel the cunt juices slipping out of her cunt and making her even wetter be�tween her thighs.
His fingers kept soaping her pussy. Her pussy hairs were really soaped up and he moved his hand down between her legs. He started rubbing up and down her cuntlips. She gasped as one of his wet fingers slid into her pussy slit. He started fucking that finger in and out of her cunt as his mouth still sucked on her tits.
He rammed another finger up into her cunt. He started fucking those fingers in and out until she was shivering with desire. He pulled his fingers from her ass and started soaping her ass crack. She didn't mind so much when one of his fingers stabbed into her tight asshole again.
He fucked his finger in and out of her asshole again and again. She was pushing herself up and out of the water. At the same time she was squeezing her cunt walls together. She realized that she was at the point of getting out of control. She hadn't wanted it to happen, but it was happening anyway.
His cock was sticking up out of the water. It was very hot and pulsating against her thigh. She wanted to reach out and touch his cock. She no longer wanted to get away so badly. She wanted to play with his massive cock.
"Untie me, baby" she groaned. "Untie me and we can go to the bedroom. We'll have a good time."
He still wasn't so carried away that he would take that chance. She felt his lips moving down the front of her body. He was kissing at her silken cunt hairs.
It was cramped and uncomfortable in the tub. She was clean enough and what he was doing wasn't going to work. He realized it and he stopped. He got out of the tub and dried himself off. He reached down and started helping her to her feet. She only came halfway up and then she was face to face with his rigid prick.
"Oh, baby," she groaned. "Untie my hands. Untie my hands and I promise you a really good time!"
She meant it now. She would run away after everything was over-but she couldn't run away now. She was hot and bothered and she needed what he could give her.
This time Mike went along with it. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around. He undid her hands. She turned around and her first thought was that now she could escape. But she wasn't going to try, not yet. Now she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against her. Her big tits flattened against his hairy chest. She kissed his mouth and her tongue stabbed between his lips.
For a moment he seemed surprised that she was kissing him. He quickly got over it and started stabbing his own tongue violently between her lips. She tasted his tongue and sucked it deep. She kept sucking hard at his tongue, rubbing her own tongue against his as savagely as she could.
It seemed her entire body was wet with need. She was shivering as she kissed him. Her nip�ples had gotten hard and swollen. She pressed her tits a little harder against his chest.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she whispered.
It was hard for her to believe that she needed this young man so badly. It wasn't that long ago that she was getting raped. They had treated her very badly. She should have scratched his eyes out now that he had freed her hands. She couldn't.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered again.
Her body was shaking with hunger for him. She pressed her body even tighter against him and she could feel the swelling of his cock against her bare belly. He didn't want to move. His big hands moved down her back and cupped her asscheeks. He started playing with her ass until she thought she was going to fall over. Her knees were really weak and she didn't think she could stand it anymore.
"Let's go in the bedroom and I'll suck your cock," she said.
It was something that Ricky had made her do or she would have never dreamed of doing it to any man. But there had been something nice about sucking cock, and her suggestion certainly seemed to turn Mike on. He quickly stepped away from her. He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. She could feel her heart pounding as she sat down next to him on the bed.
Mike kissed her hungrily while his hand came up to cup one tit. He began stroking her tit and rubbing his fingers across her hard nipple. She groaned softly and pushed her tit into his hand. She had forgotten all thoughts of leaving. All she could think about was how good he was making her feel.
Carol let her hand go down to his lap. She found his cock just as hot and throbbing as she thought it would be. She wrapped her fingers around his massive prick and began jacking him off. Immediately she felt some of his pre-cum leaking over her fingers. She moved her hand faster as she looked down. There was almost an awe in the way she was looking at his cock. She didn't know why but it seemed like the most beautiful prick she'd ever seen. Her heart pounded wildly as she jacked his cock.
"You promised you'd suck my prick," he reminded her.
She was more than willing. She slipped off the couch and knelt between his legs. She brushed her hair back with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his prick again. She, bent her head and touched her lips to the head of his cock. She lathered his cockhead with her silken tongue. She could feel his body tensing as she kissed his salty-tasting prick.
"Oh shit, baby," Mike moaned. "I never believed you'd do that. Oh shit, baby, that's nice!"
She opened her mouth and took his swollen cockhead into her lips. She held his prickhead in her silken tongue for a moment. Then she began sucking his prick deeper into her mouth. She held his cockhead at the back of her throat. She had almost all of his cockmeat inside her lips.
She began to bob her head. She kept his prick lodged firmly in her lips and she sucked as hard as she could. She could feel his body shaking as she sucked his cock. She tasted a little more of his cum on her tongue and against the roof of her motuh.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "That feels so fucking good-but I've got to have some of your pussy. I'm so fucking horny!"
At that moment, fucking was exactly what she wanted. She quickly moved up on the bed.
Mike grabbed her by her hair and rolled her over on her back. Her long legs spread automatically. He moved up until his swollen prick was pressing against her cunt.
"Put it in me," she whispered. "I want it bad. Put that big fucking cock inside my pussy!"
He rammed her hard. His prickhead split her cuntlips with one quick motion. She felt crammed to her stomach with cock as his balls came to rest against her cuntlips.
"You feel so good," she whispered. "You feel so fucking good. Give it to me hard!"
He began to fuck her as hard as he could. His balls bounced against her ass with every fuck-thrust. She kept lifting her ass as high as she could and she was taking his prick deep inside her pussy. She could already feel his cock leaking a little pre-cum.
"Give it to me harder," she moaned. "I love to fuck. I love your fucking cock. Give it to me really hard!"
He rammed her cunt as hard as he could. He was almost tearing her in half. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist. She squeezed as hard as she could and started lifting up her ass to meet his fuck-strokes.
"I'm going to come," she groaned. "Oh shit, I'm coming! I'm going to fucking come and it feels so good. Oh shit, give it to me, baby. Oh fucking shiiit!"
She felt she should have been ashamed of herself, but she wasn't. She could feel the sweet pleasure rushing through her body. Her pussy seemed to explode in a dozen ways at once. Her cunt juices started flooding his big cock. She could feel no shame at all in her pleasure.
"Oh fucking shit," she moaned. "That feels so fucking good!"
He was fucking her harder and faster and his cock felt like an oak log as it split her cunt walls apart. Her pussy was beginning to feel sore. He fucked her even harder.
"I've got a gallon of cum to give you, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to give you a fucking gallon."
"Then give it to me," she whispered. "I want it all. Give me every fucking drop!"
His hands slid underneath her. He grabbed her ass and squeezed as hard as he could. He started lifting her off the bed as his cock seemed to fuck even deeper inside her cunt., His prick kept growing larger as he pounded her pussy.
She scraped her nails down his back, and she knew she was drawing blood. He didn't care. He was nothing but an animal and he was giving it to her like an animal. He was fucking her with his big cock.
"You big stud," she groaned. "You big fucking stud. Your cock feels so good inside me!"
Her words drove him crazy. He started fucking her even harder. He was ramming her cunt harder than she would have believed possible. She felt some of his pre-cum dripping inside her cunt. She started lifting her ass even higher as her wet pussy tried to suck out his cum-load.
"Give it to me, Mike," she cried. "I've never had such a big cock inside me before. Give it to me!"
She was lucky because she was coming down to earth before he was ready. She knew he was about to come and she started thinking how she was going to take advantage of that. She kept scraping his broad back with her nails and lifting her ass high. She wanted him to enjoy the fucking and exhaust himself so she could get away.
"Fucking bitch," he groaned. "Oh shit, you fucking cunt! I'm going to blow my fucking wad. I'm going to blow my wad. Oh fucking shit. Fucking shiiit!"
His hands tightened on her ass again as he began ramming his prick as hard into her pussy as he could manage. At that moment she could feel more of his precum sliming her pussy. She knew it was about to happen. She started shaking her body just as she was about to come herself. His prick exploded a flood of thick jism. His cum was filling her cunt and leaking out of her pussy. She kept pumping her ass until she was sure he was completely drained.
"Fantastic," she moaned. "Oh baby, that was fantastic. I want to give you something back for the pleasure you gave me."
"You already gave me 'something great, baby," he said.
"Something even better," she said. "Go and get a washrag from the bathroom and I'll wash your cock for you real good. Then I'll suck it some more. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Hot damn!" he grinned. "You know I would."
She couldn't believe that he was going to be so stupid, but he was. He got off the bed and he walked to the bathroom. Perhaps he thought she was in love or something. She knew she was going to be able to get away now. Mike stopped at the door and turned. He saw her getting out of bed, and he suddenly understood what she was going to do.
She didn't give him the opportunity to stop her. She charged him like a linebacker and rammed her head into his belly. He gave a grunt of surprise and sat down just inside the door. He started to get back up, and she kicked him in the balls. He gave a scream of pain and she left him sitting there as she ran for the door.
Chapter Six
It had worked. Carol was sick over the way she had acted and over the things she had done, but it had worked. Mike was doubled over in pain in the bathroom. She was already on the stairs. She couldn't run outside naked like this. She went back to the bedroom and picked up a sheet, wrapped it around herself and started for the door. She was a few minutes too late. Bill was standing in the doorway and she could see Ricky standing behind him.
"Where's Mike?" Ricky asked.
"He's in the bathroom," she answered.
"The stupid bastard, Ricky said. "I told him he couldn't handle you. I told him not to come up here without me. It was too soon. Now we're going to have to start all over again."
"I don't understand," Carol said.
"It's obvious that you fucked his brains out and then used the chance to escape. That means that you're thinking again. I don't want you thinking, bitch, unless you're thinking about making me happy. That's all I want you thinking about!"
She knew it was coming but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She wasn't fast enough to dodge his heavy fist. She felt his first blow along her head and it knocked her backwards. She, knew she only had one way out and that was through the door. She put her head down and charged him.
Her head hit his stomach and it was like hit�ting a brick wall. She felt his other fist hitting her on the other side of her head. She felt sick. She lurched back and immediately Bill was behind her. He grabbed her arms and held them behind her. She was too sick and too hurt to struggle. She couldn't even dodge as Ricky stepped forward and rammed his fist into her belly. She gasped for breath, and Bill easily led her back over to the bed.
Bill pushed her down on her face. He grabbed one arm and tied her arm up. Then he grabbed the other. He was breathing a little heavily. His hand slipped down her back and he caressed one of her asscheeks. She felt his finger pulling her asscheeks apart and gently probing at her asshole. She shivered.
She had her head turned toward the bathroom and Mike came out. He was looking a little sick. He looked at her and then over at Ricky.
"I can explain," Mike said.
"I just bet you can, you stupid bastard," Ricky said. "I just bet you've got a great explanation."
"There's no reason to talk to me like that," Mike said.
"Oh no?" Ricky said. "I could kick your ass, you bastard! She played you for a fucking sucker. Don't you know what would happen if she got out of here now?"
"Yeah," Mike admitted.
"I'm not sure you do," Ricky said. "Right now she'd run to her father or to the police. She'd have our asses arrested. You did a damn stupid thing just for a piece of ass!"
"That's the reason we're doing all of this," Mike said. "All three of us. We're just after ass."
"You two are just after ass," Ricky said. "I want something else out of this. I want to teach this bitch a lesson. I'm going to teach her a fucking lesson. You can count on that."
Mike had moved closer to Ricky, and that was when Ricky struck. Ricky was very fast and his fist bounced off Mike's head a couple of times before he could defend himself. Then it was too late because Ricky was already kick�ing. Mike doubled over in pain.
"You'd better understand this," Ricky said. "I'm running this fucking circus. And don't forget it again."
Carol could see that Mike wasn't going to try anything like that again. Now he and Bill really were scared of Ricky. And so was Carol. She had never really thought she would be afraid of anyone in her life, but there was something very scary about Ricky.
Ricky turned to look at Carol again and she recognized the menacing look in his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
"You stupid cunt," he said. "You tried to run away. You made a fool of Mike. I think I'll let Mike handle it. Why don't you treat her the way she needs to be treated, Mike?"
"What do you want me to do to her?" Mike asked.
"Look around you, boy," Ricky said. "Take your choice."
Mike looked around at the whips and chains on the wall. He licked his lips as he looked at Carol.
"Don't hurt me, Mike," she moaned. "Please don't hurt me!"
Mike walked over and took a thin whip from the wall. He snapped it against the floor. She could see the vengeful look on his face as he walked toward her. He was mad as hell and he was going to pay her back for what she had done to him.
He gave her no warning. He snapped the whip and one end of it popped her asscheek. She yelled in pain. He raised his arm again and started whipping it down as hard as he could. He was doing it very fast and it hurt like hell. She squirmed all over the bed but she couldn't get away from his powerful swing.
"You're hurting me," she moaned. "Damn you! Oh, please, don't do this to me!"
"You used your cunt to make a fool out of me," Mike said. "Now I'm going to use your fucking cunt!"
He turned the whip around and held the handle as he walked to the bed.
She screamed at him because she quickly realized what he was going to do. Nothing was going to stop him. He rubbed the whip handle against the insides of her thighs. She squirmed but she couldn't get away from that whip handle. It moved up between her thighs and touched her cuntlips.
"Don't do that," she said. "Please don't." "You stupid bitch," he grunted. "This is all you're fucking good for."
He rammed the whip handle into her pussy. He rammed it as deep as he could and then started working it in and out. A few moments later she could feel her thighs getting slimy with her own dripping cunt juice. His leather whip handle was also getting sticky. It was mak�ing noises as it fucked in and out of her cunt.
"Stop," she said. "Don't! Please stop!"
He didn't stop. He only fucked the handle in her cunt a little faster and harder. Her cunt was getting slimy with pussy juice. She knew she was allowing her body to respond to the brutal thrusting of the stick. She didn't like it, but it was still happening. She found herself lifting up her ass and fucking her pussy onto the stick.
"That's the way to fuck the stick," Mike told her. "You're really enjoying it now, bitch. Aren't you?"
"No!" she cried.
The problem was she was enjoying it. Her body was responding. Her tits were feeling achy and swollen. Her body was shaking with a growing excitement.
"I know something she'd enjoy a little more," Mike said. "I bet she'd enjoy a hard cock up her pussy!"
Mike took the whip handle out of her pussy. She turned her head to look over her shoulder. Bill was looking a little sheepish, and she knew why. Bill's turn was next.
"Don't waste any time," Ricky said. "You can have some of her pussy. She's waiting on you. All that sweet stuff is primed and ready. Go for it!"
Bill still looked as if he didn't want to move. Mike gave him a little shove and he finally moved. He was licking his lips as he walked toward the bed. Carol could see the cock-bulge growing in his trousers. He sat down on the bed next to her.
"He looks nervous," Mike said.
"Maybe he's shy," Ricky said. "Come on. Let's go get a beer while we're waiting. Help yourself, Bill."
The two young boys left the room. Carol knew there was no sense in begging Bill to let her go. Bill didn't have the courage that Mike did. Also Bill wanted to fuck her. He knew he could have her as long as she was tied up.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered shyly.
"Maybe you should save it for your wife," she suggested. "Look, you're not in any trou�ble yet. You rape me and you'll be in trouble.
"I can't help it," Bill said softly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I need you bad. I've never fucked a girl before and I need to fuck you."
Bill leaned over. He put his hand on the inside of her thigh. His fingers felt hot as he moved them up the inner part of her thigh. He gently touched her cuntlips and a shiver went through her. She didn't want to respond to his hot fingers, but that damned whip handle had brought out the animal inside her.
He gently moved his fingers, around the mound of her cunt. He seemed to be amazed that he could actually touch her pussy. He swallowed nervously. There was sweat on his forehead. He wasn't going to stop-but he was scared to death.
He pushed a finger inside her pussy. He worked his finger around inside her cunt until she was shivering. He brought his finger out of her cunt. She wanted his finger back in. She needed his fingers and she needed his cock in-side her hot cunt.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "Go ahead and get it over with!"
He pushed two fingers into her pussy. He started fucking his fingers in and. out of her wet pussy as fast as he could. His fingers rubbed against her clit and it sent another shiver through her. She started pushing her cunt back against his fingers.
It scared him and he pulled his fingers out of her pussy again. Her pussy had never felt so empty. She didn't understand why she was behaving so lewdly. These boys were turning her into some kind of whore.
"Damn! Why are you treating me this way?"
"I can't help it," he said, misunderstanding what she meant. "I've got to have some of your hot pussy!"
Bill got up off the bed. She turned her head to watch him as he stripped off all his clothes. He had a sexy body, lean and strong. She let her gaze be pulled down to where his cock was standing out proudly. His prick looked twice as big as she would have first thought. His piss slit was already dripping pre-cum.
He bent down to the bed again. He let his body press against hers while he slipped one hand underneath her. He cupped her tit and let her nipple rub his palm. Her nipple was quick to harden. He squeezed gently, at first. Then he started squeezing a little harder and it was almost enough to hurt.
It didn't hurt, though. It only made her feel hotter. She pressed her tit down against his hand as he moved a little closer to her body. His swollen cock was pressed against her side and she could feel it leaking slimy pre-cum.
She wished she could touch his cock. It was crazy, but she was wishing that she could wrap her fingers around his swollen prick and hold it in her hand for a moment. It made her mouth dry just thinking about it.
"Come on and fuck me," she whispered. "Don't tease me this way. Come on and fuck me. Get it over with!"
His hand was back between her legs again. He was playing with her plump cuntlips. He pushed two fingers inside her and started fuck�ing them in and out. It was good, but it wasn't his cock. This young man was making her crazy with his fingers and he didn't even realize it.
He stabbed another finger up into her pussy. He was working them around inside he; pussy so that he was touching every part of her cunt. Her cunt was throbbing. She had never felt so hot. She forgot all about the fact that she was being raped. All she could think about was that she needed his big prick.
"I need to be fucked," she whispered. "I need it so bad. Come on and fuck me now!"
She could sense his surprise over the way she was acting but that didn't matter to her. She was telling him the truth. She wanted his cock and she wanted it badly.
Finally she could feel him moving on top of her. He was pressing his cockhead against the insides of her thighs. He let all of his weight press down on top of her. He moved up slowly and his bulbous cockhead pressed against her slippery cuntlips.
His swollen prick head was rubbing against her cunt. She could feel his cock dripping pre-cum. He pulled back and rubbed his cock against the insides of her thighs again. It was almost as if he were afraid to fuck his cock inside her pussy.
"Get it over with, you bastard," she groaned. "Don't make me wait anymore. Put that fucking big prick inside me!"
"I like to hear you talk like that," he told her. "It really makes me hot!"
He reached around and grabbed her tits held onto them tightly as he started shoving his prick forward. Finally, his big cock was fuck�ing into her cunt. She could feel his cockhead stretching her cunt walls apart.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he yelled. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off. I'm going to fuck you blind!"
He stabbed forward hard and his prick filled her tight pussy. All of his weight was pressed down on top of her and his hands started squeezing her tits even harder. She knew he wasn't going to last for long. Already his cock was growing bigger and throbbing inside her cunt.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned. "Oh shit, your cunt feels so fucking good and tight!"
He began to fuck her hard. His big balls slapped her pussy each time he fucked into her. His cock felt as thick as an oak tree inside her wet pussy. He suddenly slowed his fuck�ing down because he was trying to come too quickly.
She could tell it wasn't going to work. He was already out of control. He could slow down only a few minutes and then he started ramming his cock back into her pussy faster again.
"Don't come yet," she begged. "Please don't come yet!"
"I can't help it, baby," he groaned. "Oh shit, I can't help it. I can't fucking help it. Oh fucking shit!"
He fucked into her pussy very deeply. His cock pulsed inside her cunt and there was the first hot squirting of his cum. She kept squirm�ing as she tried to keep his cock hard inside her pussy. His cock kept squirting thick hot fuck-cream inside her. He gave a shudder and his prick started going limp.
"Oh no," she said softly.
She couldn't keep his cock inside her pussy. It had already started slipping out of her cunt and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It took her a few moments before she realized that the other two boys had come back into the room. She was still squirming on the bed as if she couldn't get enough of his fat cock.
Bill looked sheepish as he got off the bed. Mike laughed softly. Ricky was the only one who still looked cruel and horny. She thought he would fuck her next.
"Go and get the camera," Ricky told Bill. "It's downstairs. We're going to make some pictures to remember this by."
"Oh no," she said. "No pictures. Please. No pictures."
"It's all right, baby," Ricky said. "We're going to take real good care of you this afternoon. Don't worry about a thing. You'll like the pictures we make."
Bill went down to get the camera. Ricky and Mike untied her hands and turned her over on her back. They retied one arm and then tied her legs so that her thighs were spread wide apart. They both stood at the end of the bed and admired the view that she could not hide from them.
"Such a tweet pink pussy," Ricky said. "I can understand why you did something stupid for a cunt like hers. She really knows how to shake her fucking ass!"
Bill returned with the camera. He took a snapshot of her open cunt. He waited until the picture developed and then he showed it to her.
Carol blushed a fiery red. She had never dreamed of looking at a picture of herself that way. She was showing everything she had. She shuddered a little.
Mike leaned down. His hungry mouth touched one of her nipples. She put her free hand on his head. She had intended to push his head away. Instead, she found herself pulling him closer. His wet lips opened and he began making sucking noises at her nipple.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
It wasn't fair. She had already been hot and now Mike's hungry mouth was making her hotter. She felt the stroke of his fingers as he moved them down her belly. He gently stroked at her silken cunt hairs. His fingers moved around them until he was touching her cunt slit. He fucked a finger into her cunt and started moving it around. She could feel the edge of his fingers rubbing against her clit. All the time, she knew that Bill was taking pic�tures.
Mike moved his hand away from her cunt. He started pulling her hand to her tit. She drew her hand away as if she had been shocked. She wouldn't allow herself to be brought that low. She still had some self-respect.
Mike raised his head. "I want you to play with your titty," he told her.
"No," she said firmly.
"How about some nice pictures of a whip handle up your ass?"
She knew Mike meant what he said. He was still angry about what she had done to him. She didn't think she could stand the pain of having that whip handle stuck up her asshole. She took the easier way and slid her hand over to caress her tit. Of course, she had touched her tits before. She had played with herself. But not in front of these three boys, and not while a camera was making pictures.
"Play with your titty," Mike said. "Make yourself hot!"
Mike sucked on her other tit for a few moments longer and then he moved away. His eyes were hot as she starting to feel empty. She didn't like the feeling. She wanted to close her legs together and stop the awful aching sensa�tion.
"Hot," she moaned. "I'm getting hot."
He kept taking the pictures. She was squirm�ing a little on the bed. There was a wet place beneath her ass where her pussy was dripping juice.
"Play with your pussy," Ricky said. "You know you want to do it. Play with your mother-fucking pussy!"
"I can't do that," she moaned.
"Do what I fucking tell you, bitch!" Ricky shouted.
Mike was holding one of the chains and she couldn't stand any more pain. She moved her hand down her belly and between her legs. She started gently stroking the outside of her cuntlips. Immediately, she knew that wasn't going to be enough. She badly wanted to stick her finger inside her cunt.
She fought against the feelings for a long time. She kept her hand against her cunt but she wouldn't do anything else and they didn't make her. Finally she could stand it no longer and she fucked a finger into her cunt. It was not enough. She quickly slid another finger into her cunt. She left them still for a moment.
Then she started moving her ass against her own fingers. She couldn't control herself. Her pussy was tightening up against her fingers just as if she had a cock in her cunt. She moved her fingers a little faster inside her cunt.
"That's the fucking way," Mike groaned. "We're getting some great fucking pictures. That's the way!"
Now almost her entire hand was buried in her cunt and she was fucking herself brutally. She didn't think about what she was doing in front of these boys. She didn't care. All she cared about was that it felt good.
"That's the fucking way," Mike said. "Oh shit, she's going crazy."
"I'm going to come!" she cried. "Oh shit, I'm going to fucking come. Oh fucking shit!"
She started coming and it was almost as good as anything she'd had that evening. Her lush body rocked with pleasure. She shook un�til she thought she was going to tear the bed down. Her pussy juices soaked her fingers and she kept stabbing them inside her stretched cunt.
"That makes my cock hard," Mike said. "I'm about ready to try for another piece of her ass."
Carol's pussy was still sore and she didn't think she was ready for another cock at that moment. Ricky had other ideas, anyway. He walked over and retied her free hand. Now she was completely helpless again. He pulled down his trousers and started stroking his cock.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to give you a cum bath," Ricky said. "I want to make a really great picture."
Somehow that idea seemed even more obscene than anything else he had done to her. She started twisting at her bonds but she already knew it as a futile effort.
The other two boys got into the act. They both stood around and started stroking their cocks until she was staring at three big hard cocks, and she could feel their warm pre-cum already dripping on her body.
Ricky's face was getting red as he jacked his cock faster. Suddenly he gave a groan and a white river of cum started splashing into Carol's face. He moved down so that his cock was spewing cum on her chin and down to her tits. She closed her eyes but that wasn't enough. She heard Mike yell and she could feel his cum spurting against her belly. His cum felt wet and hot and it was running through her pussy hairs and wetting the insides of her, thighs.
There was one more guy. She opened her eyes and found Bill's cock looming near her face. His cum started spurting and again cum began hitting her in the face and running down her neck. Her body felt sticky and wet all over. She'd had a cum bath.
"Fucking fantastic pictures," Mike said. "The guys at school are really going to love these."
"You're not going to show them to anybody?" Carol asked.
"Of course we are, baby," Ricky answered her. "That's what pictures are for. But don't worry. We won't excite any young man too badly. Besides, we can always offer them a piece of your ass!"
She shuddered. She was beginning to believe that nothing was beyond Ricky's twisted mind. Nothing at all.
Chapter Seven
Carol Logan had been left naked and covered with cum all night long. It was cold and musty smelling in the old house. The teenager wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She had always been a good girl, and it wasn't fair how they were treating her.
She slept pretty soundly. She awakened the next morning hungry. She figured the schedule would be the same. She thought that she wouldn't see anyone for a long while, at least until the afternoon when the boys got out of school.
She was surprised when she heard footsteps and doors slamming downstairs. A few moments later the door to her bedroom open�ed and June Cramer, Ricky's mother, came in.
She took a long look at Carol and swallowed nervously. She came closer to the bed. June was dressed as if she were going for a tennis lesson. She looked surprised at finding Carol like this.
"Oh damn," June said softly. "I knew Ricky was up to something, but I never ex�pected anything like this."
The pretty redhead immediately started un�doing Carol's hands and feet. She did look shocked at what had happened, butt there was a peculiar light in her eyes that Carol didn't like.
"I don't know what's wrong with him," June said. "I don't know how he could be such an animal. I just don't know how he could do a horrible thing like this!"
"He's sick," Carol said. "He's going to have to be locked up. Him and his friends."
"I agree," June said. "I know he's my son-but this is really sick. I never dreamed he would do anything like this!"
She got Carol untied and Carol swung her legs out of bed. It was the first time she had been able to stand and she felt like she was going to fall on her face. June put out a hand to steady her.
"I'm going to help you dress and then we'll go over to my house," June said. "It will be better for you if you just get cleaned up a little. Then we can call the police or your parents. I promise you. I'm going to help you make Ricky pay for this."
Carol looked toward the door and she gasped. Ricky was blocking the doorway. Mike and Bill were behind him. Carol's knees felt suddenly weak. She had never dreamed she could be so scared of somebody as she was of this young boy.
"What the hell are you doing, Mother?" Ricky asked.
"I'm doing what you should have done," June said. "Why aren't you in school?"
"I was on my way but then I got to thinking that I wanted to skip today. I wanted a quick fuck. Those pictures I took made me hot last night."
"I'm taking Carol over to the house and we're going to call the police," June said. "I think you're a sick person. I may be your mother, but you're still sick.
"You're not taking her anywhere," Ricky said.
"You get your ass out of the way," June demanded.
Ricky didn't move. Instead, he held out his hand and there were dozens of black-and� white photographs in his palm. June took a look at them and shuddered. Carol already knew what they were.
So you're taking her to call the police," Ricky said. "Hey, everybody knows about Carol-or they will when the pictures get around. She's a hot piece of ass. It's obvious that she's enjoying what she's doing to herself."
"Don't listen to them, Carol," June said. "We're leaving now."
"No you're not, Mother. We still have to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about," June said.
"I think there is," Ricky said. "You see, you thought I didn't know that you and Dad were making some great fuck movies together. Dad likes to make movies of your fucking with other men. Carol saw one of them. I watched her. I've seen them all."
"Oh no," June said softly.
"You really loved making those movies," Ricky said. "I could tell. You really got excited making them."
"Your father made me do it," June said. "I didn't want to. He wanted something to add excitement to our lives."
"Ten fuck movies," Rick said. "A lot of men."
"All right," June said.
"Including Snow White's father," Ricky said, pointing at Carol. "Her father really got off sticking his cock in your asshole. I've showed my friends the movies. They loved them."
"We're leaving now," June said nervously.
Carol knew that Ricky wasn't going to allow his mother to leave. There was something sick about Ricky. Sometimes Carol could feel that same sickness in herself. It was happening to her now and she didn't know why. A burning excitement went through her pussy as she look�ed at Ricky's cruel face.
June took Carol's hand and tried to pull her past Ricky. Ricky drew back his fist and hit June in the face. She looked surprised and then sick. She stepped back. Ricky looked at Carol and she quickly sat down on the bed.
There was no fight left in Carol.
"That's a good girl," Ricky said. "I only wish my mother would behave as well."
"You hit me!" June gasped. "You hit your own mother."
"I don't think of you as my mother right now," Ricky said. "I think of you as a gorgeous piece of ass."
"Ricky," Carol said, shocked. "She's your mother."
"Tie Carol down," Ricky said. "I don't want her interfering with what I've got in mind."
It was obvious that June was now really frightened. She had raised some kind of monster for a son and there was nothing she could do about it. She started backing up. Her lip was cut a little but she didn't seem to notice.
"I'm going to give you an opportunity to make up for coming over here," Ricky said. "I'm going to let you clean up Carol. I want you to clean the cum off her body everywhere."
"All right," June said. "I'll do that."
Mike and Bill were tying Carol down again. They both looked excited. Carol could see their swollen pricks pushing at their tight trousers. Carol could feel herself getting a little excited, although she still didn't know why. "I'll get a washrag," June said.
"No," Ricky said. "You don't understand. I want you to clean the cum off with your tongue."
"You're crazy," June said.
"You're going to do it," Ricky said. "I'm going to make you do it. If you don't, I'm going to go over to the house and I'm going to take those videotapes out of the cabinet. I'm going to start sending them all over town. How about your big society friends? What are they going to say when they find out you've been fucking their husbands?"
"You bastard!" Carol snapped.
"Do it now," Ricky said.
June hesitated a moment too long. Ricky attacked her again, and this time he kept hitting her until she started begging him to stop. She promised to do as he wanted. She looked a little sick as she walked over to the bed.
Her face looked puffy as she bent over Carol. She licked her lips. Ricky pushed her onto the bed so that she was almost lying against Carol's body. Again she pushed out her pink tongue.
"Lick it all up," Ricky said. "Lick her everywhere. She's got cum all over her body!"
June started licking at Carol's neck. Carol wanted it to stop but she coudn't shake free to do anything about it. June's tongue was hot and wet as it moved around Carol's neck and then up to her face.
"I'm sorry, honey," June said softly. "They're making me do this. It wouldn't do any good to fight them."
Carol knew what she was saying was true. There was no sense in trying to fight. June's tongue was licking at the dried-cum on Carol's pretty face. That pink tongue moved all over Carol's face until Carol felt as if she had been given a tongue bath. A couple of times June's lips lingered at Carol's lips. It wasn't that bad. June's lips were very soft and it wasn't like the rough kiss of a man.
"Shit, she's doing it," Mike said. "She's fucking doing it!"
Carol's tongue moved across her own lips as she started feeling a little nervous. June was running her tongue down Carol's body. That wet tongue was playing around the top of Carol's tits. A second later, June's tongue touched one nipple. Her lips quickly moved on as she began licking all over Carol's tits. Her tongue slipped into the crevice between Carol's tits. June was really getting into it. Her tongue was licking away all of the congealed cum.
June moved her lips to Carol's other tit. Her tongue wouldn't stop playing around the tit-flesh. Carol could feel her tits starting to get a little hot and achy.
"Oh shit, this is something else," Mike said. "I've never seen anything like this!"
June's tongue had moved all over both of Carol's tits until they were both glistening with her spit. June had all of the cum licked off but she-still wasn't stopping.
Carol groaned as June's lips slipped back up to her nipple. Carol expected it now when June sucked her hard nipple into her mouth.
"She's sucking that tit now," Bill said. "Oh shit, I'm getting hard just watching this!"
Ricky moved closer to the bed. June flinch�ed when Ricky's hand first touched her shoulder. His hand caressed her shoulder for a moment and then slipped around to her tit. He squeezed one of her tits through her tennis out-fit.
"What are you doing?" June asked.
"Something I've always wanted to do," Ricky said. "Something I've dreamed about doing since I first saw you. Oh shit, baby. You don't know how long I've dreamed of playing with my own mother's tits."
June tried to move away from his grasping hand. She really did look upset that her son was caressing her tits. He gripped her tit hard and put his other hand behind her neck.
"You just keep sucking Carol's tits and playing with her," Ricky told her. "It's something you're enjoying."
June stopped struggling. Her head went down again. She started sucking at one of Carol's nipples. Her tongue moved back and forth over the rigid nipple. Carol could feel the fire growing inside her again. She knew it was sick, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to clamp her legs together again. Her pussy juices were flowing.
June kept moving her lips from one hot tit to the other. Her teeth started pulling at the creamy tit-flesh. She rubbed across the nipple with her tongue and Carol gasped.
"She's really enjoying that," Mike said. "Suck her tits good, June. Make her hot all over!"
June was making loud sucking noises. Her lips opened wider and she seemed to be trying to suck almost all of Carol's tit into her mouth.
Ricky's hand was still caressing his mother's tit. Finally, he stopped caressing her tit and June seemed to relax. But Ricky wasn't stop-ping there. He slid his hand up to the top button on June's tennis outfit. This time June did jerk away.
"You can't do that," she whispered. "I'm your mother. Please don't do that."
"Get your fucking head down and suck," Ricky yelled.
"Damn you," June said. "Damn you, damn you!"
Her head was down again and she started sucking Carol's tit once more as Ricky undid the buttons on her tennis outfit. The outfit buttoned down the front and he got all of them undone. He pulled the top open and his mother's naked tits popped free. He slipped his hand over one rounded tit.
"Real nice," Ricky said. "You've got real nice tits, Mother!"
Ricky's hand played at her nipple and Carol could see her nipple getting rigid. Carol also felt June's mouth getting wilder on her tit. Finally, June was moving away from her tits and down her body. She was moving her tongue over Carol's trembling belly. She was licking all of the dried cum up.
"Oh damn," Carol moaned. "This is sick.
We shouldn't be doing this at all. This is so sick!"
Nobody was listening to her. June's tongue was moving closer to Carol's pussy hairs and Carol knew what was going to happen. She wasn't surprised when June started sucking at her silken cunt hairs.
"That's right, Mother," Ricky said. "That's the fucking way! You're doing really good. Get down there and suck on that cunt. Make the bitch hot!"
June moved around. Her tongue started licking between Carol's thighs. Carol kept shivering as she realized that June's tongue was getting closer to her cunt gash.
Carol thought she was going to be sick with shame. It wasn't fair. This was wrong and she shouldn't have been feeling anything at all. But there was a sweet fire running through her pussy as June's tongue got even closer.
"That's right, Mother," Ricky said. "Kiss her cunt. Kiss her fucking cunt!"
June moved all the way up between Carol's thighs. Her tongue brushed against Carol's cuntlips and Carol shivered. That pink tongue snaked between her cuntlips and she gave a little cry.
Ricky had stepped away from the bed. He was undressing. His mother turned her head and looked at him. Her face grew pale as she caught sight of his big prick bulging in his underwear.
"Don't do this to me, please," she begged. "I'm your mother. I don't think this is right."
"Just keep quiet and suck cunt," Ricky said.
Ricky pulled his shorts down his legs. Carol didn't think the youth's cock had ever been so hard. Carol gasped as June put her face back between Carol's thighs. Ricky started tugging off June's tennis outfit. He got it off and kick�ed it aside. He put his hand underneath June's panties and caressed her asscheeks.
"Do you remember that one movie where the guy gave it to you in the asshole, Mother?" Ricky said. "That turned me on. I'm going to try that!"
Ricky was already pulling down her panties. There didn't seem to be enough strength left in June to struggle. She was relaxed as her son threw her panties on the floor. He stepped forward and started rubbing his prick against her ass.
"You've got a beautiful ass, Mother," Ricky groaned. "Your ass is so fucking beautiful!"
Ricky wrapped his fingers around his cock and guided the swollen cockhead up against his mother's asshole. He moved slowly, but June's body jerked as he started fucking his cock into her ass.
"She's your mother!" Carol cried. "Do it to me. You know you want to do it to me. Not your mother."
"I've always wanted to fuck my mother's ass," he said.
It was already to late to stop him. He shoved forward again and his huge prick fucked all the way inside his mother's tight asshole. June's tongue licked deep into Carol's cunt and made her gasp.
"She's tight," Ricky groaned. "Oh, I've dreamed about this for so fucking long. Her ass is so fucking tight!"
Ricky began to fuck his mother's asshole. It drove June crazy. Her tongue had been just sliding in and out of Carol's cunt as if she wasn't really interested. Now her tongue started moving around quickly inside Carol's cunt. She was touching all of Carol's cunt-flesh. It was as if she couldn't get enough pussy.
"I can't believe I'm fucking my mother in the asshole," Ricky groaned. "Oh shit, it's what I've always dreamed about doing."
"Give it to her, Ricky," Mike groaned. "Fuck her good. Fuck her big ass off!"
Ricky began slamming his cock into his mother's asshole. His big balls made slapping noises each time he fucked in. His swollen cock was easily fucking into his mother's ass and Carol knew that it was true that this wasn't the first time June had been fucked in the ass.
"Shake your ass for me, Mother," Ricky demanded. "Move your big sweet ass. Fuck me back!"
Carol began to understand that this was something that June had been fighting all along. Now June gave in to it. She began to ram her ass back against his prick as hard as she could. At the same time her tongue really began to go crazy on Carol's pussy.
June's tongue slid around Carol's clit and Carol moaned. Her tongue started rubbing at the hard bud. Then she was slowly sucking the girl's clit between her lips and chewing on it. Carol had never felt such excitement and it made her cunt drool. She began lifting her ass a little higher as she fucked her pussy against June's sucking mouth.
"Oh, that does feel good," Carol moaned.
"Oh shit, you don't know how good that makes me feel!"
Carol's pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs. June released her clit and started fucking her tongue in and out of Carol's cunt. Her tongue was stabbing into Carol's cunt quickly and Carol couldn't con�trol the heated movements of her body.
"Oh shit," Carol moaned. "You're making me come! You're going to make me fucking come."
Carol's body began twisting and jerking and a flood of cunt juices poured down her thighs. June didn't seem to mind. The aroma and taste of Carol's pussy juices seemed to turn June on even more. She began sucking even harder and started making swallowing sounds.
"You are a bitch, Mother," Ricky groaned. "Your hot ass feels so fucking good. I know you know how to swing your ass even more. Shake that big fucking ass!"
June began fucking her ass back onto his swollen cock as hard as she could. Her body shook with each fuck-thrust. Now she was climbing up on her hands and knees and she put a hand between her legs. She started playing with her pussy as her son fucked her ass harder and harder.
"You bastard," Joan groaned. "You mother-fucking bastard!"
"That's what I'm doing, all right," Ricky grinned. "I'm fucking my mother. I am a mother-fucker!"
He seemed to be really loving what was going on. Carol watched his brutish face and she wondered how he could be that much of an animal. At the same time, she wondered how she could be so much of an animal. She had been doing some sick things. . "Oh, mother-fucking shit," Ricky groaned. "Oh, shit, I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Oh, mother-fucking shit. Oh shiiit!"
June pushed her ass back against him hard and started jerking with pleasure. Carol knew he was pouring his cum into his mother's asshole. He pulled back and gave her one last brutal fuck-thrust and his entire body seemed to relax.
"Oh, Mother," he groaned. "I love fucking your hot ass!"
"You bastard," she whispered.
June may have cursed her son but it was ob�vious that she was still turned on. Her fingers were still fucking roughly into her own cunt-hole.
"That's such a waste," Mike said.
"Especially when I have a prick that's hard as rock. I think I'll fuck your mother, Ricky."
"Help yourself," Ricky said.
There was nothing June could say as Mike rolled her onto her back right beside Carol. Carol could see Mike and Bill both tearing off their clothes. Both their cocks were hard as rock. They both jumped on the bed at the same time.
Bill landed on top of Carol. His swollen prick slashed up into her wet fuck-hole with one easy thrust. Carol gasped as she felt how deep his cock was inside her pussy. She heard a gasp beside her and she turned to look at June's face. Evidently June was feeling the same way.
"Oh shit," Mike groaned. "Your mom's cunt is tight. She's so fucking tight. I'm going to fuck her silly!"
It was so strange for Carol to be so roughly fucked while she was lying next to another woman who was being fucked in the same way. It was perverse and exciting. Carol found herself responding by lifting her ass for Bill's hard fuck-strokes.
"Oh fuck," Mike said. "I'm already turned on so much that I don't know if I can wait!"
June was moving her ass in wild pleasure.
She bit Mike's shoulder while she begged him to last a little longer. The smell of fucking was strong in the room. Carol turned her head to watch June even though she knew she shouldn't. June's body was already jerking with the pleasure she was feeling.
"Give it to me harder!" June cried. "Oh yes, I love it. Fuck me really hard!"
Mike began fucking June as hard as he could. His body jerked with every hard fuck-thrust. At the same time, Bill seemed to go crazy. His cock was already big inside Carol and now he was fucking her as if she were the first piece of ass he'd ever had.
"Oh fuck," Bill groaned. "Oh shit and fuck. This is good. Her pussy is so good. I can't wait another minute. I'm going to fuck�ing come. Oh fuuuuuck!"
He fucked Carol as hard as he could and she felt his prick jerking inside her. He kept ram�ming her pussy as he emptied out his hot jism. She felt full of his jism. She had a warm glow in her pussy as she turned her head to look at June again.
"I can't wait any longer," Mike grunted. "Oh shit, I can't wait. I'm going to come. I'm fucking coming. Oh shiiit!"
"Now," June cried. "I'm coming with you Oh yes, it does feel good. I love your big cock. Fuck me!"
Carol watched both their bodies jerking as if they were being burned by an unseen fire. Mike took his prick out of June's cunt at the last moment and let his hot jism shoot all over June's quivering belly. June was sobbing soft�ly as the last of her violent spasms shook her body. She finally started pushing Mike away and he went willingly. All of them looked a little sheepish as the boys started dressing. Finally June started picking up her clothes.
"What about me?" Carol asked.
"I'm sorry, honey," June answered. "I can't let you go now. Not just yet. I'll have to see what Ricky's father has to say."
"If I let you tell him," Ricky said. "I may just decide I want to keep you silent about all of this."
June nodded.
Carol knew her last hope was gone. She didn't know what was going to happen to her.
Chapter Eight
At least, June wasn't as cruel as Ricky had been. June had allowed Carol to get up and bathe while she was there. She had let Carol dress in some old baggy pants and a sweater and had given her something to eat. Unfor�tunately, Carol had to be tied back down again.
"I'll do something," June promised. "I don't know what-but there has to be something."
Carol was left alone again. She spent the rest of the day in the silence of the old house and she was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to escape. She was sure her parents had to be scared to death about what had become of her. She was scared, herself. She had seen how cruel Ricky could be and that frightened her to the point of hysteria. He might decide to get rid of her when he was done with her-in a permanent fashion.
She was getting used to listening for the sounds of footsteps, and she finally heard footsteps that evening. She waited silently while those footsteps came toward her. The door opened. She had expected Ricky or one of the other boys. Instead, a tall man walked into the room. It took her a moment before she recognized Sam Cramer, Ricky's father.
"Hello, Carol," he said.
"Mr. Cramer! You've come to set me free." "I've come to talk," Sam said.
All of her life she had always been a little afraid of Sam Cramer. He had always been the type of person that everything had come easily to. He had money, good looks, charm, and an important position. He was tall and built like a linebacker and there weren't many people w would argue with him.
He was a man who always got what he wanted.
That was one of the reasons she had never let him drive her home. She had seen that look in his eyes a few times and she had realized that he lusted after her. She wasn't sure she could say no to a man like that.
"Had a hard time, Carol?" Sam asked. "Yes sir," she said.
'Sam came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked a little sympathetic and she began to get her hopes up again. Ricky wouldn't knock this man around. Sam would do as he wanted.
"My wife is very upset that she's been fuck�ed by her own son, but that doesn't matter. We can straighten that out. The problem is you. We can't have you spreading it all over town that our family is sick. We couldn't allow that, could we?"
"I don't understand," she said.
"It's very simple. What would you do if we let you go now? You'd go straight to your father and you'd tell him everything. You've been brutally abused by three young men. You've even had a fuck session with my wife involved. It would lead to a lot of vicious gossip."
"And your son would be arrested," Carol said. "And that's what I want more than anything right now. I want him arrested and put away so he won't hurt anyone else."
"It won't work, Carol," Sam said. "My son's been away at boarding camp for a month. Nobody saw him around here. He couldn't have possibly had anything to do with this."
"That's a damn lie," she said. "All of his friends at school have seen him. You couldn't get away with that."
"I can and I will," he said. "You'll look like a laughing stock with hot panties. It wouldn't do you any good to do those things. But I have a much better idea."
"What's that?"
"What's the one thing you want most out of life right now?" he asked.
"I don't understand," she said uneasily.
"Sure, you do. You want to be married. You want to have money and fast cars. You want a big house in this section. Well, all that can be arranged."
"It can?" she asked.
"Sure it can. You know my son Earl who is away right now. He'll be back soon. I want to, set him up in business and I want a good wife for him. He'd be a good husband. You two should get along because you'll give him fine pussy and he'll give you all the things you've always wanted. It's either that or all those other things we talked about."
She couldn't believe he was serious. He was trying to buy her and using his other son as a bribe. She remembered Earl. He was built like Sam Cramer and just as good looking. He could have had any girl he wanted for marriage.
"Why would Earl go along with this?" Carol asked suspiciously.
"Earl will do it for the family," Sam said. "He's not going to be unhappy about mar�riage to you. He still gets to fuck any girl he wants. So don't worry about it."
It was not what she wanted exactly. It was not her romantic dream of a good love rela�tionship. But she knew he was right. If they set her free, she would tell some awful stories and pretty soon it would almost seem as if she were the guilty party instead of those young boys. She knew she had no real choice.
"How do I know you'll do it?" she asked.
"I can have Earl here in two days. You can stay at our house until then. You can tell our father that you eloped and you're sorry for all the pain you put him through. Then we'll buy the old Richardson house for you two to set up housekeeping."
She gasped. The Richardson house was practically a mansion. It would give her everything she wanted. She knew she wasn't going to turn him down. She wasn't stupid.
"All right," she agreed.
"That's a wise thing to do," he said.
He bent down and kissed her mouth. His lips were hot and hard and she tasted the hunger there. She moved her head away. She somehow didn't feel like it was right to be kissing her father-in-law. He put his hand under her chin and turned her face back up toward his.
"You're going to be a member of my family so there's something you should know," Sam said. "I run things. I take what I want when I want it. All the Cramer men are the same way. If Earl wants a piece of ass while you're at church then you'd just better pull up your skirt and flop over a pew and give him what he wants. Otherwise, he'll beat the shit out of you. I'm the same way. So don't fight me, bitch. Don't ever fight me."
"But I'm going to be your daughter-in-law," she protested.
"Then I'm going to have me a little fuck to seal the bargain," he said with an evil smile.
She shivered as he kissed her again. She could feel the power in this man. He didn't need ropes to tie her down and she knew it. He could just command and she would be his will�ing fuck-slave.
He kissed her again. This time she kept her face there and she tasted his tongue probing at her mouth. She opened her mouth and let him stab his tongue deep into her throat. She started pushing her tongue- back against his. She didn't know what was wrong with her but she knew she wasn't going to fight.
He reached up and untied the ropes that held her. He then moved onto the bed with her completely. She had a chance to escape but she didn't move. She had made a bargain with the devil and she was determined to keep it.
He started tugging up her sweater until it was up to her neck. He revealed her creamy tits and she heard him whistle. He moved his hand up to touch one of them. His fingers were gen�tle and they stroked her tit-flesh until her skin was feeling itchy.
"Earl's going to like you, Sam said. "Earl likes a woman with a big pair of tits." Sam bent down and kissed at one of her nippies softly and then pushed his tongue against the quivering bud. She shuddered again. His mouth opened and he was sucking her nipple into his mouth. He held her nipple on his tongue and let his teeth scrape against it.
"You are making me crazy," she whispered.
"That's the general idea, baby."
He opened his mouth and he began to suck at her tit-flesh. He was sucking a lot of her tit-flesh inside his mouth. She didn't know how he could take so much. More than half her tit had gone into his mouth and he was sucking for more. She kept feeling his tongue brushing around her fiery nipple.
He spit her tit out and then moved his hungry mouth to her other tit. He bit down gently and she squealed with pleasure. He started rolling her nipple beneath his tongue. Her heart pounded a little faster as she began to get excited.
Sam's hand slipped down the front of her body and into the front of her baggy pants. His hand moved around her cunt hairs and she shivered. His finger moved around her cunt mound. He stroked her cuntlips gently and then pushed a finger inside her cunt.
"That does feel nice," Carol moaned.
"Ricky told me you were a hot piece of ass," he said. "I'm going to find out how hot you are!"
His finger moved around until he was rub�bing her clit. Each time his finger brushed against her throbbing clit, it sent another quick shiver through her body. She found herself pushing against his finger a little harder.
"Oh yeah, baby," he said softly. "You like that, don't you? I can tell you fucking like that!"
He fucked another finger into her cunt. He kept pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt, finger-fucking her. Carol could feel her pussy juices running out of her cunt and wetting the insides of her thighs. She started pushing her cunt against his fingers a little faster.
"That is nice," she sobbed, deep in her throat. "Oh yes, that is nice. You know how to make me feel good. So good all over."
He took his fingers out of her cunt. He un�did her pants and rolled them down her legs. This time she didn't mind when he took her pants off and dropped them on the floor. He slid a hand up between her legs again. His fingers started stroking her cuntlips. She spread her legs a little wider. She jerked as he fucked all four fingers deep into her wet pussy.
He made her feel shiverish all over as he started fucking her cunt with his four fingers. His fingers seemed to be touching all parts of ' her cunt. He knew just how to rub her pussy to make her feel hot and aching all over.
"So nice," she groaned. "Oh yes, you are making me feel so nice. You really know how to make me feel good!"
He began sucking at her tit again while his fingers still fucked so brutally inside her cunt. She had started lifting her ass up as high as she could. She was taking his fingers deep inside her pussy. She kept squeezing her cunt walls together and that seemed to excite her even more.
"So good," she moaned. "You're making me feel so good!"
He stopped and took his fingers out of her cunt. He moved his hot tongue down her body. His face pressed against her cunt mound. He licked at her plump cuntlips.
"Eat me," she said softly. "That's what I want. Eat my hot pussy!"
He spread her legs apart widely and he started pushing his tongue between her cuntlips. He kept fucking his tongue in and out as fast as he could. His tongue was rubbing against her clit and she thought she was going to go out of her mind. Her body was shaking as she opened and closed her legs.
"So crazy," she whispered. "You're mak�ing me so hot and crazy. So crazy all over!"
He licked her cunt for a long while. He was tasting her cunt juices. He knew when she was getting close to coming and he suddenly pulled away. He licked the insides of her thighs. He moved his face away.
"Eat me some more," she whispered. "That feels so good. Don't stop now, baby!"
He moved up her body and kissed her mouth. She opened her lips willingly and started sucking at his tongue. He moved his tongue in and out of her mouth for a few moments. She could feel those wet shivers going through her body. She sucked harder at his tongue. He was really getting her hot.
He took her hand and pressed it against his cock-bulge. His prick felt too big to be real. It was trying to burst out of his trousers. She traced the length of his huge cock with her fingertips. She found his zipper and pulled it down.
She slid her hand inside his trousers. She slipped her hand inside his shorts and found his swollen prick. She curled her fingers around the cockshaft and started edging his hard cock out of his trousers.
"Take my fucking trousers off," he groaned.
Carol took her hand out of his trousers and quickly started undoing his belt. She got it undone and then slipped his trousers down on-to his thighs. Very quickly she pulled his shorts down and freed his, huge cock. His prick was colossal, throbbing against her fingers. She slid her hand down to his hairy balls and he groaned softly.
He got off the bed and quickly stepped out of the rest of his clothes. His body was well built and powerful looking. She let her eyes go down to his thick cock. She licked her lips ner�vously. His fucker looked twice as big as it had felt. He moved to the bed again and she reached out and gripped his cocklance.
Her fingers tightened around- his swollen prickmeat. She moved her hand up and down. She tugged him into the bed with her. She fell back and spread her legs open widely. He started licking at one of her nipples.
"You're making me feel so hot all over," she whispered.
He sucked more of her tit-flesh into his mouth. He bit her a little and she gasped. His hand was back between her legs, stroking her pussy until she thought she had fire burning in her cunt.
"I need your big cock," she murmured. "I need your big cock inside me now."
He sucked her tit for a few moments longer. Then he slowly moved over her body. He moved forward until his big cock was pressed solidly against her wet cunthole. She pushed her ass up and felt his cockhead snug against her pussy hole.
"Put it in me," she begged. "I need it now. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me good!"
His hands slipped underneath her and he lifted up her ass. He stabbed quickly and she felt his prick spreading her cuntlips apart. He gave another hard push and his cock fucked all the way inside her cunt. His prick filled her pussy completely.
His hands slipped underneath her to grab her asscheeks. He lifted her up high as he began to ram his immense cock into her pussy. His huge prick-knob-was fucking all the way into her pussy guts.
"You're fucking tight, baby," Sam said. "Ricky told me you were but I didn't believe him. You are fucking tight!"
His fingers pulled her asscheeks apart and he started pushing a finger up into her asshole. He held his finger deep inside her ass while he fucked her pussy.
She felt hot all over. She began lifting up her body so that she was rubbing her tits against his chest. She kept feeling her cunt juices soak�ing his cock, and he kept fucking her..
"So good," she moaned. "Oh shit, that makes me feel so good. Your cock's so fine."
He fucked her harder and faster. His balls made loud sounds as they slapped her asscheeks. She started squeezing her cunt walls together as he rammed his prick into her. She was loving the feel of his giant cock fucking her pussy.
"Fuck me harder!" she moaned savagely. "You're giving it to me good, but give it to me harder!"
He was already fucking his cock into her as hard as he could. His cock was getting bigger inside her cunt. She knew he was right on the brink and she gave in to the feeling she loved.
"I'm coming," she groaned. "Oh shit, I'm coming! Your fucking cock feels so fucking good. It's making me come. Oh shiiit!"
The quick spasms tore through her pussy. She started shaking all over. His cock fucked into her cunt harder and deeper. The last few spasms shook her body and she started scraping her nails down Sam's broad back.
"You fucking cunt," Sam groaned. "You fucking bitch. I'm going to blow my fucking wad. Oh fucking shiiit!"
He gripped her asscheeks harder and he rammed his cock into her pussy one last time. His prick started violently exploding inside her cunt. His cum filled up her cunt and began leaking out around her pussy lips. She could feel his wet cum on her thighs. She kept mov�ing her ass until she was sure she had drained out every drop of Sam's cum.
Chapter Nine
Nothing worked out quite like it had been planned. There was no story about an elopement. The police were told that Carol had simply run away from home. That was what Carol told her parents, although they were sure she had been with a man. And then Carol dropped the bomb that she was going to marry Earl Cramer.
Carol wanted the big wedding. She wanted a wedding that would show all her friends that she had really gotten what she wanted out of life.
Her parents were really happy that she was getting married to Earl even though they had not met him before. In fact, Earl didn't even get back in town until a day before the wedding. Sam had kept assuring Carol that Earl was going to show up. There was no question of Earl being willing.
The evening before the wedding, Carol's parents finally got to meet Earl. He came over to the house and Carol found him really changed from what he had been. He was big�ger and stronger. He looked more sure of himself. It was obvious what he was thinking about, because he was looking at her in a way that seemed to burn the clothes right off her.
"So nice to meet you," Earl told her parents, and then he took her hand and led her out onto the porch. He didn't take her out to his car. Instead, he walked with her into a dark section of the yard.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard. She felt like her breath had been taken away when he released her. His big hands moved down her back and cupped her asscheeks.
"Please, Earl," she whispered.
"It's been a long time, Carol, and I've been on the road for my father's company for a while. I need some pussy!"
"We'll be married tomorrow night," she said.
"I can't wait until the wedding," he said. "I need it now."
"You can wait," she insisted.
It was the wrong thing to say. She had forgotten what Sam had told her. Suddenly Earl's strong fingers were around her throat and he was squeezing her slender neck.
"You dumb bitch," he said. "I'm not going to get married to you because I'm in love with you or anything. I'm going to get married because you've got a nice ass and I want it anytime. And I want it right fucking now."
It was going to happen sooner or later, so she didn't figure there was any reason to make a big deal about it. She took his hand and led him over to the corner of the house. She wasn't really excited. It was a little cool outside and her body was shaking.
He kissed her again as he leaned her against the house. His tongue was long and wet as it slid into her mouth. He kept moving it in and out of her mouth until she did feel the nervous sensations going through her body.
"Take my cock out," he demanded.
She reached down and found his zipper. She pulled it down and slid her hand inside the opening of his trousers. He wasn't wearing shorts. Her fingers wrapped around his swollen prickmeat and she pulled his cock out.
He was pulling her skirt up around her waist. He slid a hand into her panties and started playing with her pussy. She was finding this hard to believe. It was going to happen where her mother and father might come out at any moment. He didn't care. He was like an animal, and he didn't give a damn about anything but fucking.
"Slide those panties down, bitch!"
"Do you want me to take off anything else?"
"No, just your panties. I've got plenty of time to check out your body later on. Right now I just need some pussy!"
She slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them off. He quickly pushed her against the side of the house. He unhooked his belt and pulled his trousers down. He pushed up between her legs. His prickhead brushed her cuntlips. She had to raise herself up and wrap her legs around his back. He pushed upward hard and his prick fucked all the way inside her cunt.
"Oh shit, baby," he grunted. "This is what I fucking needed. Your cunt does feel good!"
She realized now that Earl was even more of an animal than his father or his brothers-but she also realized that she was willing to do anything to get what she wanted. Maybe she was acting like a whore, but she would act like a whore every night to make a rich guy happy.
"You fucking bitch," Earl groaned. "Your pussy feels fucking good. It makes me fucking crazy!"
Earl began to fuck her pussy as hard as he could. He wasn't being gentle at all. She felt the rough wall of the house rubbing against her ass and it hurt. He didn't care about hurt�ing her. All he cared about was getting his rocks off.
"I'm going to love being married to you, bitch," Earl grunted. "You're a great fucking piece of ass."
It was exciting her. She didn't want it to happen but it was making her hot. She found herself fucking back against his cock. It sur�prised even him. He stopped for a moment and then he laughed.
"You like it, bitch," Earl said. "Oh shit, it's going to be fucking great being married to you. A woman who knows what her pussy and ass are for."
Earl began fucking her harder and faster. She thought he was going to rip her pussy apart and she didn't care. Her juices were flooding her cunt and soaking his cock. She fucked her cunt on his prick almost as hard as he was fucking her.
"Give it to me good," she moaned. "I love your fat cock. I love it inside me."
She forgot about how much the wall was hurting her ass. She began to squeeze her cunt muscles as she rode his cock. She closed her eyes as the fire in her pussy began to grow. It was nice fucking like this. She would have fucked him upside down if he had wanted, but it was nice doing it standing up.
"Oh fuck, I'm almost there," she whispered. "Oh damn, I don't know what's wrong with me but you're turning me on."
"Move that hot ass, baby," he said. "Move your sweet hot ass. Move it!"
He began fucking her a little faster and it suddenly didn't matter what was wrong with her. She was completely turned into an animal. At that moment all she cared about was fucking.
"Your cock feels so good," she moaned. "Your cock feels so fucking damned good.
You're making me crazy. I think. I'm going to come. Oh fuuuck!"
She screamed with pleasure as the wild spasms of pleasure rocked her body again and again. Earl wasn't giving her any slack as he began pounding her cunt even harder. Some of his cum was dripping out inside. She fucked her cunt against him even harder.
"Come in me," she whispered. "Shoot your fucking wad in me. Oh, fuck me, baby!"
"You fucking bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to give you all the cum you can take. All of it!"
He started fucking his prick into her with all the violence he could manage. She felt as if she were being fucked to death. His prick dripped even more cum. Her pussy was getting coated with frothy juices.
.
"You mother-fucking bitch," he grunted. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to shoot my wad. I'm going to fill up your pussy with cum. Get ready, bitch."
He stabbed up inside her cunt hard and his prick exploded a thick spurt of cum. His cum was running out of her pussy and wetting the insides of her thighs. She felt sticky with jism as he gave her a couple of hard fuck-thrusts.
"You're going to be all right, baby," Earl told her. "You just keep that hot cunt warm until after the wedding. We'll have an even better time!"
He pulled his prick out of her cunt and stuffed it away into his trousers. She put her panties in her pocket. She felt like she needed a shower and a month's rest. It was hard to believe that she had let him use her that way. She knew it was going to be the same way for the rest of her life. She was going to get all the material things she wanted, but she was going to have to put out like a whore.
She thought about it all night and she was thinking about it the next morning in the dress�ing area of the big church. It was about fifteen minutes before her wedding and she was dressed in the old-fashioned wedding gown that had belonged to her mother. She was be�ing helped by her mother and one of her many cousins. They were all in awe of her gorgeous looks and the fact that she was going to be married into the richest family in the valley.
There was a knock on the door. Her mother opened it. She seemed to be arguing with someone outside. Finally the door was pushed open and Sam Cramer brushed past her.
"I want to talk to my future daughter-in-law," Sam said.
"She's still not ready," one of the cousins protested.
"She looks beautiful to me," he said. "Now how about the rest of you running along? I want to talk to her alone."
"This isn't right," Carol's mother said. "It's all right, Mother," Carol said. "I need to talk to him. Just go on."
Her mother didn't like it very much but she finally shrugged her shoulders. She nodded to her cousins and everyone finally filed out of the room. Sam shut the door and turned back around to look at her. Sam's face was a little red and she knew he had been drinking.
"What did you want to talk about?" Carol asked.
"You're not acting happy," Sam said. "A girl should be completely happy on her wedding day."
"I'm happy," Carol insisted.
"Maybe this will make you happier," Sam said. He took a couple of tickets out of his pocket. "These are tickets for an airline. They will take you all the way to Paris. In the envelope there's a couple of thousand for spending money. Your honeymoon should be a lot of fun."
She felt her heart begin to beat faster. She reached down and picked up the envelope. She looked through it and found that it did contain all of the money. She looked back at Sam. All of her dreams were coming true. It may not have been in the way she expected, but they were coming true.
"I've already bought the house for when you get back," Sam said. "You'll find that I'm a man of my word."
"Thank you, Sam," she said.
"You're going to have to do better than that, honey," Sam said.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I've always had kind of a fantasy. I've always dreamed of a woman saying her vows to marry another man right after she's had my cock in her mouth. This is a chance for my dream to come true.
"You're crazy!"
"Am I? I don't think so. Why don't you get down on your knees? You don't have to take anything off to suck my cock. You won't even have to mess up your make-up much."
"I couldn't do that. Not on my wedding day.
"You're going to," Sam said. "You're going to suck my cock, baby, and you're going to do a good job. A really good job. I'm going to love it when you swallow my jism!"
She saw that Sam meant exactly what he said. It was crazy, but he really wanted her to suck his prick. In fact, he was sure she was going to do it. He was a man who always got what he wanted. There was a flutter of excite�ment through her pussy. She remembered the first time his son had forced her to suck his cock. She remembered the excitement of it . . . and things hadn't changed with her.
It seemed even more lewd to think about doing it on her wedding day to the father of the man she was about to marry.
"You're a sick bastard," she said.
"So I've been told. Get down on your knees."
She went over and got a cushion off one of the couches. She brought it back and placed it right in front of him. She carefully arranged her wedding skirt as she got down on her knees in front of him. She was at eye level with his cock-bulge.
She brought both hands up his legs and she could feel the muscular quality of his thighs. They were like iron. She ran her fingertips across them and also across his cock-bulge. His prick was already trying to break out of his trousers.
"Is the door locked?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter, cunt," he told her. "You're going to do what I want and it wouldn't matter if your parents were standing here watching you suck my cock."
It wouldn't matter to him. She knew that. Her fingers kept tracing the outline of his cock through his trousers. Finally she slid her fingers up and found the tab of his zipper. She pulled it down slowly as if she were unwrapping a special wedding present.
She realized she was really enjoying herself as she smelled the musky odor of his cock. Her hands were shaking with excitement. She slip�ped a hand into his trousers and touched his swollen prick. His pre-cum had already leaked against his shorts and left them wet. He groaned a little as her fingers traced his bulbous cockhead with light strokes.
"Take it out," he groaned. "Take my fuck�ing cock out. Right now!"
She pulled her hand out of his trousers. She carefully unbuckled his belt and worked his trousers down to his knees. She then did the same with his shorts. She eased his shorts over his throbbing cock. She pushed his shorts and pants down around his knees and then moved her hands up to his cock again.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and began stroking his balls with her other 'hand. He groaned and pushed his cock against her face. His pre-cum was dripping and she felt some of his wetness against her skin.
Carol rubbed his cockhead against her face and across her lips. His cock was throbbing hotly. Each movement seemed to send another shudder through her body.
She pushed out her tongue. She lightly stroked the end of his cock with her tongue.
She lathered his cockhead with her spit. She tasted his salty pre-cum and then she swal�lowed some. She moved her tongue around to the piss slit in the cocktip.
Pushing her tongue into the tiny piss hole, Carol could taste a little more of his jism. She moved her tongue around the ridge of his prick and down the side of his cock. She licked down to his balls and she could smell his musky odor getting stronger. She started licking at his balls until she had them both covered with her spit. She licked back up the soft underside of his prick.
Her lips opened and she fastened her mouth around the head of his cock. She pulled her head back and let her teeth scrape his cockhead. He groaned and grabbed the back of her head. She could sense the excitement growing in his body, The young bride put her lips back on the head of his cock again. This time she started sucking his prick a little harder. She sucked his swollen cock-knob into the back of her throat. She kept sucking even when she thought she would gag. She didn't know why but she was somehow determined to get all of his cock inside her mouth.
His cockhead was fucked deep into her throat. She held him there and she forced her throat to relax and it seemed his rubbery cockhead was going all the way down into her belly.
"Oh shit," he said. "Nobody's ever sucked my cock this deep before. Oh shit, this is nice!"
She kept Sam's cock deep in her throat for a few moments. Then she began to bob her head. She kept her teeth a little tight around his prick as she bobbed her head up and down. She was taking his swollen prick-knob as deep as she could with every movement.
"You sweet fucking bitch," Sam groaned. "You fucking bitch. You're making me crazy. It feels fucking good!"
He grabbed the back of her head hard. He started fucking his cock in between her tight lips. She was no longer sucking him. He was fucking her mouth, and she was enjoying it. She could feel her pussy burning beneath her hot wedding gown. Her face was getting flushed. It was as if she were getting drunk on the taste of his cock.
"You sweet fucking bitch," he groaned.
He held onto her head as if he were afraid she was going to try and pull away at the last moment. There was no chance of that. She was hungry for the taste of his cum. She was suck�ing his cock as deep as she could at every stroke. She had already tasted more of his cum. Now she was tasting it at every thrust.
"I'm going to cum, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to shoot my cum into your mouth and I want you to swallow it. I want you to swallow it all! Oh shit, baby. Shiiit!"
He rammed her mouth hard and his prick started exploding jism into, her mouth. His cum spurted onto the roof of her mouth and then started dripping down her throat. She started swallowing deeply and his cum seemed to coat her belly. The salty flavor thrilled her. She loved cum. She kept swallowing and suck�ing until he could stand it no more and she had gotten every drop of his jism.
"That's enough, baby," Sam groaned. "That's enough."
He pushed her gently away. She got up and walked to her mirror. She took some Kleenex and carefully cleaned the cum off her lips and chin. She touched up her make-up again and it would have been hard to tell that she had just been sucking a cock. She saw Sam stuffing his wet prick back into his trousers.
"You sure took good care of me, baby," he said.
"There's only one problem," she smiled. "What's that?"
"It made me hot. My pussy's burning. I need a cock real bad!"
He looked at her and realized she was serious. He laughed out loud and walked over to the mirror. He slid his hands around her and fondled her swollen tits.
"My son will give you all the fucking you need for the next two weeks," he said. "All you have to do is wait a little while longer. I'm sure he's going to thank me. You're going to be primed and ready for him."
"I sure am," she agreed.
Carol brushed a comb through her hair and she followed her future father-in-law out of the dressing room. It was time for her to get married. There was going to be plenty of time for fucking later on and she was sure that she would be getting all three of the Cramer cocks-Sam's, Ricky's, and her new husband's cocks.
