Who can judge a person's reactions during these situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors, both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In AUNTIE IN BONDAGE, Linda Simmons finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by three strangers, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Linda Simmons suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Simmons ran her fingers into the corn-colored bush of hair that surrounded her quivering cunt opening. Already the silky strands of hair were damp, glistening with pearl-like drops of milky pussy juice.
"You want to lick it?" she said to her husband as she spread her long, shapely legs a little wider.
Stan Simmons gave Linda a wide grin. Then he lowered his face to the steamy mound of her cunt and darted the tip of his tongue between the puckered, frothy lips. Linda was gently spasming inside, drawing on his tongue.
"Oh, Stan, darling," Linda gasped, "sometimes I think I like this better than getting fucked with your hard prick."
Stan probed more deeply inside her hole, curled the tip of his tongue upward and slipped it over the oozing membranes. His front teeth scraped against her rubbery, pulsating clit, causing Linda to cry out.
"Oh . . . bite me, honey!" she begged, clawing at his tense shoulder muscles. "God . . . I love it when you do it that way!"
Stan pulled the opening of her cunt a little wider, revealing the churning, hot canal. And as his fingers squeezed into the loose folds of flesh, he began nipping, chewing at the tiny nub of her clit.
"Sweet fucking pussy," he murmured, rolling his face around in the damp mass of silky hair. Cunt juice glistened on his chin and nose like oil, reflecting the amber light of the room. "Sometimes I wish I could just eat you all day, baby."
Linda's emerald-green eyes flashed a darker color as her passion mounted dramatically. She began moving with him, thrusting her hips upward each time he jabbed his tongue forward.
"Fuck me with it, you bastard!" she begged, feeling an almost desperate itch in her bubbly cunt. "Screw it in like your cock, honey . . . make it hurt."
While he licked and chewed with greater urgency, Linda looked between the valley of her upturned, firm tits and gazed at his handsome face.
Just looking at him was enough to make her pussy so hot she couldn't bear it. Not only was he handsome, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way, but he had the most magnificent body she had ever seen. It was thickly corded with muscle, not an ounce of fat anywhere. And his curly, raven-black shock of hair made his brown eyes seem almost black. He stood over six feet, and every inch of him was man . . . especially that thick monster of a cock.
She always liked to save that for last, teasing herself with the waiting, the anticipation of having his cock churn wildly inside her cunt.
And while he licked and chewed on her pussy, she imagined his cock, the gigantic size, the loose foreskin, pumping thick, molten globs of cum.
"Faster . . . God, faster!" she cried out, digging her nails into the taut muscles of his shoulders. "I . . . I can't stand it! Do it hard! God, just do it!"
"You really want it bad tonight, don't you?" Stan said, lifting his head.
"Yes!" Linda gasped, trying to push his face back down. "Mmmmm, I can almost . . . taste it."
"Don't worry, baby, you're gonna taste my cock pretty soon," Stan laughed.
While he resisted the pressure of her fingers to pull him back to her cunt, he looked at her tits. Her tits were standing upright, almost as if her small, pink nipples were being held up by invisible wires. They were huge, perfectly formed, just made for sucking.
She looked more beautiful when she was excited like this. Her green eyes sparkled, her lips, pink and pert, became dewy.
And her pussy . . . Jesus, it was so small, so snug, he often wondered how he ever managed to get his cock inside. And when the sucking lips wrapped around his shaft, it was like dipping into liquid warmth. The puckered lips would often lap at the flesh of his balls.
"Please . . . Stan, lick me some more! I'm so hot I think my pussy is going to explode," Linda said, her face contorted with anguished ecstasy.
"Remember, I'm not going to get any of this sweet cunt for four days," Stan said. "I want to make it last."
At that moment, Linda almost regretted not going with him to the mountains. Four days without him, without his big, hard cock, seemed an eternity. It was too late now, however, to change her mind. Her nephew, Mike, had taken time off from school to stay with her, and besides, she remembered the last fishing trip with her husband.
It had sounded great on paper, but when Stan and his brother took off on one of their trips, they really roughed it. Linda was as game as the rest, but she still liked comfort, and all those creepy things crawling inside her sleeping bag, getting sunburned out on the lake, and watching those poor fish getting cleaned-there were a million things about it that she hated.
So, she would remain at home, kept company by her nephew, Mike.
Mike had turned out to be quite a man. Just last summer he was so skinny it had worried her, but yesterday when he stepped out of his car, he seemed almost like a different boy.
He was no longer her little, snotty-nosed nephew, but a young man, good looking and muscular enough to make any girl's heart beat a little faster.
Her own heart had done exactly that when he'd hugged her. And for a brief, shameful moment, Linda tried remembering what his cock looked like. He had been born when she was a teenager, and she had powdered his little pecker a thousand times before diapering him.
Now, from the bulge in his jeans, she couldn't help but notice that his prick had grown with the rest of him.
But she couldn't think of Mike right now, she had Stan for one more night before he left. And she was determined to make it last for four days.
"Lick me some more . . . please!" she begged, her back arching. "Stan, if you don't, I swear I'm going to rape you!"
Stan laughed at her remark, then got down to business. He began licking and chewing greedily on her cunt, working his tongue so deeply inside her pussy his jaws ached. And each lap of his tongue brought out more milky juices that stung the back of his throat like acid.
"How is it?" he murmured, inhaling the perfumed aroma of her silky, damp hairs. "You like getting your pussy reamed out like this?"
Linda gave a choking moan of release. Ordinarily, she would have let herself go completely, but with Mike in the next room she felt embarrassed.
"Oh . . . oh God," she panted, biting her lower lip. "Just like that . . . deeper . . . yes, that's the way . . . over a little . . . yes! Ohhhhhh!" w
As thundering waves of pleasure swept up and down her cunt walls, she began squirming, writhing, as if she were on fire. And each time she thought it was over, his tongue would lick across another itchy area, giving her another convulsion of raw ecstasy. At last, she went limp, exhausted.
"Jesus, you're hotter than a goddamned firecracker tonight," Stan said, kissing from her pussy to her smooth, flat stomach.
"It's just that I want four days of fucking," Linda said, her tits heaving with excitement.
"You got it, baby," Stan said, moving his mouth to her tits. He nibbled both pink nipples, then sucked the soft flesh of one tit inside his mouth as far as he could go. "Mmmmm, wish I could take these with me."
"God, nobody can suck tit like you," Linda whispered, squeezing the bulging muscles of his biceps.
While she lay beneath his hulking frame, shivering from the way his tongue tickled her nipple, she could feel his cock against the inside of her right thigh. The tip of his shaft pulsated like an angry snake, sending chills up and down her spine.
"Fuck me . . . give it to me now, you big-dicked bastard!" she groaned, lifting her hips. She felt his balls, thick and hairy, loaded with massive globs of cum. "Don't wait! I want it now, baby!"
"Oh no, sweetheart," Stan said, spitting her right tit out. "I'm gonna eat you all over first."
Linda loved it when he sucked her tits, but tonight her body was so tense for relief she thought her muscles would snap. And her cunt was an inferno of desire, constricted so tightly that some of the silky hairs were trapped inside.
"Now . . . please now, Stan!" she begged, clawing her nails into his shoulders, then down his back. She squeezed and kneaded his tight ass, let her fingers slip up and down the dark, hairy crack. "I want your cock inside me . . . banging the hell out of my pussy!"
Stan had other ideas, however. And it wasn't until he'd licked and chewed every square inch of her body did he even make the first move to fuck her.
By then, Linda's body was racked with anguished passion, her mind exploding with passion.
"Better hang on, baby," Stan said, rolling his cockhead around in her cunt. "I'm gonna fuck you all at once."
Linda's eyes widened with a mixture of anticipation and fear. When he did it that way, it always hurt. Sometimes the pain was so great she thought she was going to faint. Tonight, however, she actually wanted the agony. She wanted to remember every hard, throbbing inch as it split her cunt.
Stan nuzzled the tip of his shaft between her tightly constricted pussy lips, then took a deep breath. Every muscle in his body tightened as he held himself over her for a few seconds. At last, he slammed forward with his full weight, grinding his cock inside her cunt, burying it to the hilt.
As his nuts nudged the insides of her thighs and slapped into the crack of her ass, he felt her flinch.
Even before his cockhead had jabbed in all the way, Linda felt her insides burst with one of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced in her life. And although it seemed to be framed in pain, it was so deliciously powerful her scalp tingled.
"Mmmmmmffffff," she gurgled around his probing tongue. Another convulsion of raw ecstasy quivered her insides. "Yes . . . God . . . yes . . . fuck me . . . like this all night!"
Stan held his prick inside her for a few long moments, then withdrew slowly. When only his cockhead remained inside her boiling cunt, he pounded violently back inside. Again, his nuts slapped noisily into the crack of her ass.
"Take it, you fucking slut," he growled, sliding his hands down her body. He grabbed her legs and yanked them upward, crushing her knees against the sides of her tits. He then dug his toes into the sheets and almost rolled her into a ball. "Suck it in your cunt, bitch . . . fuck me all the way up to your brains."
Linda thought she was going to go crazy with lust. He'd never been this brutal before, and although it hurt her, she loved every second of it. In this position, as if he were actually trying to cram his entire body into her pussy, she was totally aware of his maleness, the savage, animal-like strength of his body.
Linda turned her head to one side and groaned, feeling as if a bomb had gone off in her pussy. And it never seemed to stop. When she was certain it had to be over, that her body would melt with exhaustion, another torrent of pleasure would riddle her guts.
"Fuck it, whore!" Stan growled, beginning to hammer wildly into her burning cunt. "Take every fucking inch and screw it with your hot pussy!"
Linda threw her feet around his neck and locked her ankles together, completely molding him to her body. She began bucking and writhing, almost out of control. And with each hard thrust of his meaty cock, she felt renewed spasms of pleasure clutch at her guts.
And this was only the beginning, she thought. In a few moments, his cum-load will burst inside me, fill up my pussy with liquid fire. As she squirmed beneath him, she could almost see the thick strands of juice, sloshing up and down his plunging shaft, melting from her hole.
"Goddamn, this is so fucking good," Stan said, licking and biting at her open mouth. "I think your pussy is gonna yank my cock out by the roots."
"I . . . I wish I could," Linda said, her voice almost desperate with ecstasy. "Mmmmmm, I'd love to have your big cock inside me forever . . . "
Stan continued fucking her with every ounce of strength in his body. And while his prick slammed in and out of her oozing, climaxing hole, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, ground her harder against his body.
Soon, however, he could no longer hold back the enormous pressure inside his balls. His cum-load was swelling, sending spasms into his loins. He tightened the muscles at the root of his cock, trying hard to milk out a few more precious seconds.
"Ready . . . you fucking ready?" he gasped, feeling his cum boil from his balls, thunder into the base of his prick.
Before Linda had time to answer, she felt his cockhead explode, sending a river of scalding cream up inside her cunt. And just as she had imagined, it was thick and bubbly, totally filling her guts. After a few hard jerks, some of the jism shot back around his cock and dripped from the bottom of her cunt. The fluid oozed out, slicked over the crack of her ass. A few drops even seeped into her shitter, giving her new sensations of pleasure.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she yelled out, forgetting about her nephew in the next room for a moment. "Give it to me, you goddamned stud! All of it . . . gallons . . . tubs of hot cum . . . fuck me to death!"
"Shit . . . unhhhh . . . fucking shit!" Stan barked, hammering more globs of jism inside her cunt. "Take it, bitch . . . right up . . . unhhh . . . here!"
Their bodies smacked together noisily. And each hard stroke of his shaft gave triem both greater pleasure, fantastic waves of release.
At last, Stan punched a last lump of cum into her pussy, then crushed his full weight down on her body. He squirmed his ass around for a few seconds, causing some more of his cum to squirt from the bottom of her pussy, then he went limp. His breath was rapid, damp against the side of her neck. Her tits were stabbing into the sculptured muscles of his hairy chest.
"Goddamn . . . I don't fucking believe it," he panted. "This had to be the best. Shit, it was even better than that night I poked out your cherry."
Linda had to agree. Her body was numb with exhaustion, and her pussy felt like hamburger. And for a while there, the peaks of orgasm had become almost continuous.
"Mmmmm, you're not finished, are you?" she asked, rubbing her palms over the hairy texture of his small, muscular ass. "I thought you were going to give me four days' worth."
"What the Christ is four days' worth, anyway?" Stan laughed. "I feel like I've screwed my brains out."
"If you do it again, I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Linda whispered.
"Really?" Stan said, giving her an even look. "You mean that?"
Linda instantly regretted her statement. They had tried it a few times and she usually experienced such horrible pain she vowed never to try it again. Stan had been understanding, however, always stopping when she couldn't take it any longer.
Still, tonight had been different, and maybe when his monstrous cock poked into her shit-ter it wouldn't hurt as bad.
"If you still want it, that is," she said, kissing him on the mouth. "Mmmmm, first I'm gonna give you a round-the-world trip to last you four days."
"Hell, that's even better than butt-fucking," Stan said, again being understanding. "I'll just lay here and let you suck me to sleep, OK?"
"If you can sleep through what I'm going to do, you're gonna need an undertaker," Linda giggled.
After he lay on his back and stretched his muscular legs wide, Linda knelt between his thighs and rubbed her fingers over his sticky, cream-coated cock. She then lowered her face and began licking the acrid-tasting residue off, savoring the milky texture.
"Ohhhh, that's good, baby," Stan said; flinching. "Eat it all the way in, OK?"
"Later," Linda said softly. "Mmmmmmm, first . . . every square inch . . . "
After she had cleaned the cum from his cock and balls, she lapped the black hairs of his crotch. Leaving them glistening with her spit, she nibbled over his stomach, then to his sculptured chest. She took each of his small nipples between her teeth and bit down gently.
"Aw, come on, don't waste your time there, baby. Get back down on my cock," Stan urged, pushing on her shoulders.
"Not a chance," Linda teased, working her mouth toward his right armpit. "I'm going to suck . . . all of you."
She darted her tongue into the sweaty armpit and took the silky hairs between her teeth.
Then after treating it to a thorough suck-job, she licked across his chest and repeated her movements on his left armpit. She then kissed the hollow of his throat, working her way to his shoulder.
"Baby, this is torture," Stan gasped, watching her mouth glide down his arm, to his hand. "You don't want me to cum on my belly, do you?"
"I'll get there in time, don't worry," Linda said, fully caught up in the exploration of his body.
She took each of his fingers and sucked them as if they were small cocks. Then carefully she treated his other hand to the same thing. And while she licked and chewed, her eyes were on his face, watching his mounting passion.
"Come on, honey . . . now," Stan said, reaching down and holding his cock to an upright position. "Just look at my prick. It's begging to get sucked off."
Linda kissed across his stomach, then let her tongue just barely touch the outer fringe of his crotch hair. She made a complete circle, hardly even nudging his swollen balls with her nose.
"All of you," she murmured, scraping her teeth across the tops of his thighs, to his knees. "Mmmmmm, every sweet inch of you, baby."
She licked and chewed on his calves, his ankles, his feet. She then lapped at his toes just as she had his fingers, leaving them glistening with her warm spit. Only then did she slowly move back to his cock.
She teased him some more. Instead of gulping his hard shaft into her throat, she nuzzled her head between his thighs and lifted his ass.
"Ohhh . . . Jesus . . . I know I can't take it, baby!" Stan gasped, feeling her warm tongue lick at his shit hole. "It's too fucking good! I'm gonna blow my load . . . any second!"
Although Linda wanted the feel of his throbbing cock inside her throat, she couldn't pull herself away from his dark, hairy asshole. It tasted so good, so masculine. She ran her tongue in and out of the small hole, treated the quivering membranes to a thorough wash job.
"Damn!" Stan gasped suddenly, grabbing her by the hair of the head and pulling her up to his crotch. "Shit . . . too fucking late!"
Linda watched fascinated as his cockhead exploded with thick globs of boiling cum. The first squirt shot upward with such force it hit his left tit. The second stream showered over his belly button. More juices streamed down his shaft, melted into his black crotch hair.
"Oh, it's so . . . pretty!" she gasped, pulling on his shaft.
She began jacking his cock up and down, holding her mouth just a couple of inches from the head. The juices hit the roof of her mouth and oozed back down around his foreskin.
"Ahhhh . . . hot cum. Lots to suck," she gurgled, catching some of the fluid on her tongue.
She jacked him completely dry, then molded her lips around his quivering shaft. As her mouth inched to the thick, pulsating base, she sucked, catching some of the stray, cooling wads of jism. After holding herself there for a few moments, she sucked back up the shaft and let his prick flop against his stomach. She then took her time cleaning him up, savoring every delicious drop.
"Why didn't you take it?" Stan said, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. "Shit, it would have been so good, poking down your throat."
"I promise I'll give it to you like that, now," Linda said. "I'll suck your asshole right up through your prick."
After she was certain she had captured every drop of his spilled cum, she gobbled down on his cock and twisted her head around. She then began sucking up and down furiously, cupping and squeezing his balls all the while. In a matter of a few moments, she could feel his nuts vibrate with a fresh load.
"Damn . . . that's good, cocksucker," Stan grunted, working with her. He began punching his hips up and down while he held the back of her head, crushing her nose into his wet crotch hairs. "All the fucking way in, bitch!"
It still amazed Linda that she could take all of his cock in her throat. Christ, there must be ten or eleven inches of meat there, and his shaft was as big around as her wrist! But it didn't take any effort at all. Just looking at it was enough to make her throat a vacuum.
"Now . . . shit! Suck me off . . . now!" Stan grunted, heaving his body upward. He crushed her face brutally between his thighs and rolled slightly to one side. He then threw his right leg over her shoulder and began humping wildly. "All of it! Every fucking drop! Suck me. . . unhhhh!"
The first glob of cum hit the back of Linda's throat and seemed to explode. Half of the juice shot upward, behind her nose, then squirted from her nostrils. As her intake of air rattled, the other half of the lump swept down her throat and warmed up her stomach.
"Aaghhhhhh!" she choked, sending a spray of frothy juice into his cock hairs.
"Eat it, slut! Cocksucker, eat me dry!" Stan gasped, pounding his cock in and out of her throat with full force.
Linda sucked and pulled for all she was worth, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon, her lips were dripping with the scalding fluid, her cheeks creamy with release. And still he fucked in more.
At last, he gave a final punch, sending the rest of his cum into her throat. He relaxed slightly, then rolled to his back, pulling her with him.
"Baby, baby, baby," he murmured, then went limp.
Linda continued to work on him long after she'd cleaned up all the stray wads of cum. And when she finally pulled away, his cock was half-hard. She looked up and saw that he was asleep.
"Don't you want to butt-fuck?" she whispered, hardly loud enough for him to hear even if he were awake.
When she didn't get a response, she smiled rather guiltily and settled herself in for a long night of sucking. She closed her mouth around his withered prick and munched to the base. As the hairs tickled her nose, she closed her eyes and fell into a soft, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
When Linda awoke, she could see Stan move around in the darkened room, getting ready for his fishing trip. He turned from his packing and smiled.
"Hey, what happened to that butt-fucking you promised?" he chuckled softly.
"Tell you what," Linda said, stretching, "when you get back, we'll work on it, OK?"
"That's a promise I'm going to hold you to," Stan laughed, although from his laugh, they both knew he didn't mean it.
"You want some breakfast before you go?" Linda said, sliding out of the warm sheets.
"No, I'm late as it is," Stan replied, pulling his fishing rods from the large closet. "Gotta run. See you in four days, sweets," he said, kissing her on the mouth.
"Bye," Linda said sleepily and fell back in bed to get a few more hours sleep. She snuggled up to the sheets, still warm from his body, and closed her eyes.
Later, as the morning sun streamed over her partially covered body, she felt a hard tug on her big toe. Jerking up and pulling the sheet about her tits, she squinted at her nephew.
"Oh, Mike, good morning," she said, trying to focus her eyes.
"What's a guy got to do to get something to eat around here?" Mike said, sitting in a chair beside the bed and looking at his aunt.
"Just let me shower, OK?" Linda said, suddenly very aware of his maleness. When he didn't make an effort to move, she added, "When you get out, I'll take a shower, OK?"
"You're not going to let me watch?" Mike said, half-serious.
Linda noticed that he was looking at the projection her tits made under the sheets. She changed positions, suddenly uncomfortable. And although part of her wanted him to leave immediately, another part wanted him to stay.
"You're so pretty," Mike said, his words startling her.
"Why . . . thank you," Linda said, blushing. "I . . . I think you'd better go now, OK?"
"Why? You afraid I might get some ideas? Well, don't worry. I already have some ideas," Mike grinned.
"What, uh, sort of ideas?" Linda whispered, feeling her blood rush to her face.
"Oh, I think you know what I mean," Mike said, spreading his legs slightly. He then dropped his right hand just to the side of his bulging crotch. "After all, we do have four days together here.
Linda had never even thought about being unfaithful to Stan, and she wasn't about to start now. Especially with her own flesh and blood!
Still, she didn't want to hurt her nephew's feelings, or create a barrier between them. She would pass it off as a joke.
"If I weren't your aunt," she began, false brightness in her voice, "I'd jump out of this bed and rape you." She gave a twittering laugh before he could respond. "But since that's the case, I guess I'll just have to fix you up with someone while you're here. And I know the perfect girl. You like redheads?"
"Huh?" Mike grunted, disappointment on his face. "Oh, sure. They're OK."
"Well, get out, and after breakfast I'll call her. She's real sweet. Her name is Susan. Now, scat."
Reluctantly, her nephew stood and lumbered out of the room. After he closed the door, Linda fell back in the pillows, a thank-God-I-got-through-that-OK smile on her lips.
For some reason, however, it was an empty victory. It would have been so easy to say yes, to invite him in bed with her. She could have easily spread her legs for him, responded to his hard, brutal fucking.
"My God, I'm turning into a dirty old lady," she said to herself, throwing off the sheets.
After a quick shower, she was fully in control once more. She kept up a light banter with Mike through breakfast, then called Susan as she'd promised.
Later in the morning, while she cleaned the house, Susan knocked on the door.
Fortunately, Susan and Mike hit it off right from the start, and soon Linda was alone in the house while they explored the woods in back of the house. After their return, Mike announced that they would be going to Brewster for a movie that evening and wondered if it would be OK.
"Stay out as long as you like," Linda replied happily.
"Well, I'll get back home and dress," Susan said to Mike, a slight quiver in her voice that didn't go unnoticed by Linda. "You'll pick me up at seven?"
"Sure," Mike said, then walked her to her car.
"Thank God, that problem is solved," Linda said, sitting back in the chair.
Later, as Mike showered for his date, Linda was beginning to feel rather lonely. Tonight she would be all to herself, and if things worked out like she thought, Mike wouldn't be back until morning. Now she wished she'd gone with Stan to the mountains.
Alone in bed, her pussy itching for cock . . . cock like Susan was going to get probably, if she hadn't already in the woods.
She could almost see the young redhead, her pale blue eyes flashing with lust as she writhed beneath her nephew's muscular frame. His cock would be grinding in and out, ready to load up that tight, oozing cunt with cum. And after he'd screwed the living shit out of Susan, she would crawl between his legs and take the monster prick in her mouth and . . .
"Ohhhhhhh," Linda gasped, feeling her cunt twitch with a hungry itch. She squeezed her knees together to relieve the ache, but it only made it worse.
She stood up and felt her knees go weak.
"You lucky girl, Susan," she whispered. "To get that big, hard cock . . . "
And then Linda had a terrible thought. She could creep into the bathroom and take a peek at her nephew, just to see what he had. If she were careful, she wouldn't be discovered.
Feeling almost like a criminal in her own house, she padded down the hall toward the bathroom and slowly pushed open the door. When she saw the fleshy form behind the opaque shower curtain, she felt her heart skip a beat.
Oh, well, if he did catch her, it was, after all, her bathroom. And she could tell him she was looking for something. The . . . dental floss. Hell, why not?
She saw his arm reach out toward the shelf on the far wall of the stall and pick up the shampoo. Great. When he washed his hair, his eyes would be closed and she could just carefully pull back the curtain . . .
A few seconds later, she did exactly that. And when she saw his naked, wet body, she had to bite her lip to force back a groan.
Christ, he was better than she'd imagined. All muscular and dark, and that cock! Soft, it hung halfway to his knees. As her eyes went quickly over the soft angles, the loose sheath of his dark-brown foreskin, she felt her throat and pussy tingle at the same time.
Her right hand moved down of its own will and her fingers played at her mound of pussy. The tingle turned into an almost desperate itch.
Still looking at his soapy body, she began pushing her fingers harder against her cunt crack, felt her juices burn through the material of her panties and skirt. Now, her insides were throbbing, ready to burst.
Oh, Susan, Susan, Susan, you lucky bitch. That thing is gonna blow your pussy to smithereens. If only it could be me . . .
When Linda saw him thrust his head under the water to wash out the soap, she quickly released the curtain and raced from the bathroom. In the hall, she exhaled loudly and leaned against the wall, her hand still on he cunt.
"Oh, Jesus," she whispered, "if I don't stop this right now, I'll . . . "
She didn't want to finish her statement, it filled her with shame and self-humiliation. Her own nephew, for God's sake! Was she so man-hungry that she couldn't wait for four days?
She had to relieve that itch, or she knew she would do something she would regret. She walked quickly to her bedroom and locked the door. She then tore the clothes from her body and stood before the mirror. Without thinking, she reached for her hairbrush and grasped the bristled end.
"Fuck me, Mike," she murmured, dropping to her knees and stabbing the handle of the brush into her cunt. She threw her head back, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "It's so hard, so big . . . fuck me with it! All the way inside . . . "
While she pretended the hairbrush was her nephew's cock, Linda felt multiple spasms at the back of her cunt. They raced forward, causing her cunt lips to lap at the bristles at the other end. That added to her excitement, for the rough texture scraped her clit like teeth.
"Fuck . . . goddamn you, fuck me," she whispered, grasping at her tits with her left hand. She jabbed the handle harder and harder, heard it slide noisily in and out of her burning hole. "Yes . . . yes . . . just like unhhhhhh!"
After a tormented eternity of near-fulfillment, Linda sat back on her haunches and let the hairbrush ease from her pussy.
At least the desire to jump into the shower with her nephew was gone, even if she did feel empty. And something told her if things didn't change, she might wear that brush out if she didn't watch it. i
"I'm off," Mike said, startling her. "Want me back anytime special?"
"No . . . just have fun," Linda called out, trying to make her voice sound normal.
"You gonna be OK here alone?"
"I'll be fine. Just have a good time," she replied.
After she heard the car start up and drive away, she crawled to the bed and lay on her back. She stretched her legs wide and began massaging her clit. The itch returned, and if anything, it was more demanding. Thank God, Mike wasn't here, or she might do something terrible.
"Just get some sleep," she ordered herself, although it was still early.
She turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then rolled over on her stomach. She squeezed her right hand under her body and cupped her furry, slick cunt mound. Slowly, she began fingering herself, feeling her insides suck like a mouth.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, you little bastard," she moaned into the pillow. "Screw that big cock in me and fuck me crazy . . . "
She began pumping her ass up and down quickly, swallowing her middle finger deeply inside her churning cunt. Seconds later, her guts exploded with relief, causing her body to go limp. It had been good, of course, but it was nothing like a big cock up there.
Somehow, she forced herself to go to sleep, and with it came the dreams.
She was lying in bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy on fire with hunger. And then Mike walked in, fully naked, his cock gently slapping his muscular, hairy stomach. In slow motion he approached the bed, then knelt between her legs. Even slower, she saw his massive prick stab toward her opening, pierce her cunt lips. Inch by inch the thick shaft entered her, spread her pussy opening to the breaking point. And his cum-filled balls crawled up the insides of her legs, finally nestled in the crack of her ass.
He was all the way inside, his firm, muscular body surrounding hers, his hairy chest scraping her tender nipples.
And the way it felt! God, so snug and warm . . . the dream was so real, so real . . .
Too real!
She opened her eyes in the pitch-black room and gave a gasp. It was happening! A thick, pulsating cock was embedded inside her cunt. And her insides were sucking and pulling wildly.
But if she just lay there, pretended to be asleep, how could she be blamed? If she could just lie perfectly still, enjoy it completely, it wouldn't be wrong. And even if it were wrong, she reasoned, how could she muster the courage to tell him to stop?
It felt so good, almost like she'd imagined. His huge, hulking frame was over her body, his giant cock slipping in and out, those hairy balls bumping the insides of her thighs.
And his hairy chest against her tits, scratching her tender nipples . . .
Except that his chest was suddenly smooth. Surely Mike hadn't shaved it!
She cautiously twisted her foot and found that her toes touched the area just below his knee. Something was wrong, Mike was suddenly taller!
She lifted her right hand and placed it on the face above hers. And even in total darkness, she knew it wasn't her nephew. She threw out her hand and turned on the light.
She looked into the eyes of a man she'd never seen before in her life.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda was so stunned when she saw the stranger's face above hers, she couldn't even speak. And for the next few seconds, it seemed like a horrible nightmare. Not only was she riddled with guilt, thinking at first it was her nephew fucking her, but now fear clutched at her throat like a claw.
Perhaps she was still dreaming . . .
It couldn't be happening! Lying beneath someone she'd never seen in her life, being fucked like this.
"Hello, baby," the man said, grinning down at her. "Anyone ever tell you, you have the hottest little pussy in the world? Nice and tight, just how I like them."
In the split-second when she'd first seen him, she could tell he was a hulking giant. His hands were enormous as they cupped her breasts. His face was square, framed with short, curly blond hair, almost the same color as hers. His eyes were set wide, the color of mud. Although muscular and powerful, his flesh was smooth as silk, almost totally hairless, except for the bush of crotch hair meshed with hers.
When surprise finally gave way to the reality of what was happening, her mind exploded with anger. How dare he come sneaking in here? Crawl into bed and . . . do that!
She jerked her arms from under his body and began clawing at his face, aiming for his eyes. Her attack was short-lived, however, for he drew his right hand back and hit her solidly on the jaw.
She saw stars. Then a lightning bolt of pain came an instant later.
"None of that stuff, whore," the man said, biting down on her neck. "We're gonna have a nice, sweet fuck, whether you like it or not."
Fear gave way to terror for Linda. Not only was the man raping her, but he had hit her hard. Only God knew what he might do if she resisted any more.
Still dazed from the punch he'd given her, Linda became aware of another movement in the room. A man stood in the doorway looking at them. He held a can of beer in one hand, a chicken leg in the other.
"Hey, found yourself some cunt, huh?" he said to his buddy.
"Yeah, and it's real sweet, too. I'll let you try it on when I'm finished, OK?" the man on top of Linda said.
"Well, hurry up, Tony," the other man said. "Then I'll get in there and show her how a real man fucks."
With that, he laughed and exited the room.
Linda thought her mind would explode with horror. Not only was this man violating her, he was going to let his friend do the same thing.
It still didn't seem real, it had to be a dream!
Yet, that punching, grinding cock certainly wasn't any dream. It was thrusting wildly, gouging at her insides like a cattle prod. The pleasure it had given her while she was asleep, however, melted instantly. Now, it did nothing for her but give her pain.
"Please . . . stop," she begged, again trying to push him away. "It's hurting me."
"Oh, baby, you don't even know the meaning of hurt," Tony laughed, his mouth against hers. "Just wait until Hank and Brad get a chance at you."
"Hank? Brad?" Linda said numbly, there were three of them! And did all three plan to do this? "No . . . God, don't let this be happening," she gasped.
"Oh, it is, you little whore, and a lot more is gonna happen before the night is over," Tony said. "So you just lay there and spread 'em, and you might make it through alive."
Self-preservation was Linda's only instinct now. She would have to cooperate, or they might kill her. She had read about some bikers who had abducted two girls and actually fucked one of them to death. The other had lived because she had gone along. And even though the experience might be humiliating, at least she would have saved her life.
"Just . . . don't hurt me, please," she begged. "Take anything you want. I . . . I don't care . . . just don't . . . "
Her words became a gasp as he locked his mouth around hers. And while his tongue licked over the roof of her mouth, he began fucking at her cunt like a savage animal.
If only Stan were here, she thought. Or Mike. But her husband was gone for four days, and Mike wouldn't be home until morning, she was certain. And between now and then . . . anything could happen.
They would fuck her, then rob her. The thought caused the acrid flavor of vomit to rise in the back of her throat. She felt defiled, humiliated, more frightened than she had ever had been in her life.
And that cock . . .
It was pumping in and out, sliding noisily into her pussy, filling it entirely. And with each hard, grinding stab, she felt spasms of anguish. If only he would hurry and finish, she thought. Just get it over with.
"You like this, sweet thing?" Tony murmured, lifting his face form hers. "Hmmmm? When I first crawled between your legs, your little pussy was hot as a firecracker. I thought you were gonna yank my ol' prick out by the roots."
Linda flushed with shame and turned her face from his. Her cunt probably had been quivering wildly. But why? Because she was dreaming about fucking her own nephew! And then to have this horror happen.
"I . . . I hate it," she said, choking on the words. "I wish you'd stop . . . please!"
"Wrong answer, sweetheart," Tony said, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "I like it when my women beg for it. Like you're gonna do."
Beg? Beg to be raped, defiled? Never!
"You bastard!" she spat, her anger returning.
She instantly regretted her words when both his hands moved to her throat. He slowly squeezed his fingers into the delicate flesh until her skin turned a mottled purple. Her lungs were screaming for air, bursting like a fiery vacuum.
"You gonna beg, sweetheart?" Tony said. "Or do I have to fuck a goddamned corpse?"
Linda quickly shook her head back and forth, and when he released his grip, she inhaled the precious air.
"No . . . no, I'll beg," she gasped. "Anything . . . just don't choke me!"
"Tell me you like my cock," Tony said, squirming his ass around, stabbing the root of his prick firmly between her constricted cunt lips. "Tell me how big and hard it is and how you fucking love getting screwed with it."
"I . . . I love it," Linda said, almost vomiting. "It . . . it's so big and hard and I love the way you're screwing . . . me. I . . . I love it!"
"Much better," Tony said, running his fingers through the silky strands of blonde hair streaming" around her shoulders. "But with more feeling. Ah, yes, lots of feeling."
She hated it, she hated every inch of him, and especially that horrible cock. It was like an instrument of torture.
"I . . . I love it," she said, swallowing hard. "It's big and hard and . . . and . . . screw me with it."
"And you can't wait to have me cum inside your sweet, hot box," Tony prompted.
"And . . . and I can't wait for you to cum in me," Linda repeated, closing her eyes to block out this horror.
She tried to relax and think about Stan, how he had been over her body like this just this morning before leaving for the fishing trip.
His cock had inched in and out, grown and pulsated deliciously. She had shivered with ecstasy, moved her ass with him. And each stroke had driven her wild with pleasure.
Slowly, her pussy walls became less tense, easing the hard friction. A few seconds later, the pain melted, became replaced with a delicate throb of pleasure.
"Yes," she murmured, arching her back. "Fuck me with your hard cock . . . like that . . . a little faster."
"Wow, that's all right," Tony chuckled. "Now we can get down and have some real fun."
He reached down and grabbed her legs, then thrust her knees upward, against her chest. As they flattened her tits, she felt her body roll almost into a ball. In this position, she became fully aware of his huge cock size, the massive thickness of his shaft.
She squinted her eyes tight, thought of Stan.
Stan, darling, fuck me. It's you on top of me, Stan. Only you, forever and ever.
"Damn . . . you got a pussy like a fucking snapping turtle," Tony said, digging his toes into the sheets.
He began hammering brutally in and out of her swollen pussy, feeling her cunt muscles mold around his shaft like a sucking mouth. "Gonna love blowing it wide fucking open with all kinds of cum, whore . . . "
Cum. Stan's cum, she thought. It was always so thick and creamy, eating into her pussy walls like frothy acid. She wondered suddenly if this man's cum would be any different.
No, she commanded herself. Think of Stan, not this . . . not Tony. Just Stan.
"Move that ass, bitch," Tony said, clutching at her ass. He crushed her cunt harder around the hairy root of his cock. "Work on my prick . . . suck me with your pussy . . . I'm almost there!"
"Fuck me . . . God, fuck me hard! Load me up with cum," Linda murmured. That's it, Stan. Fuck me like only you can. "Like that! Harder! Faster, Tony!"
Before she could analyze what she had said, she felt Tony's prick grow even harder, swell so large she thought her cunt opening would burst. And then the first hot load of cum boiled into her pussy.
"Ohhhh . . . God!" she yelled out, freezing for a moment.
Against her will, a thundering spasm of orgasm riddled her guts. And when she was certain that it had peaked, the pleasure raced to even greater heights. She bit her lower lip and gave out another gasping moan of ecstasy.
And, to her growing horror, she suddenly realized she wasn't thinking of Stan at all. She was thinking of Tony, his giant massive cock, and all those wads of scalding jism.
"Screw on it, slut," Tony gasped, yanking her legs apart like a wishbone and grinding his full weight between her thighs. "Every goddamned . . . unhhhh . . . drop! Eat it up . . . here! Shit, take it! here . . . unhhhhh!"
Linda experienced another convulsion of orgasm, but while her body screamed yes, her mind was shrieking no.
What possible greater humiliation was there? she wondered. To submit to her own rape! Her body quivered with climax, tore at her insides like scraping nails.
"Unhhhh . . . there, whore," Tony said, giving her cunt a final punch with his cock. "How'd you like it?"
"I hate you," she whispered, more to herself than the man. "God, how I hate you!"
"I'll be goddamned, you are a fucking cock-tease, aren't you?" Tony said, his voice sounding hard. "All the time popping your nuts and when it's over, you come across like the virgin child."
"I had an orgasm, yes," Linda said through clenched teeth, "but only because I was thinking of my husband, not you, you bastard animal!"
If she had it to live over, she would have swallowed those words. Before she had barely finished her statement, he slapped her hard. Fiery pain crawled into her skull, then exploded. Again he hit her brutally.
"Well, don't you worry, you little whore tease," Tony said, his eyes flashing with anger. "Before this is over, you're gonna be fucking begging for it. For me."
And pigs will fly, she thought.
"As a matter-of-fact, the sooner you get used to begging, the better you'll like it," Tony said, pulling away from her body.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Linda gasped, seeing his entire body for the first time.
In spite of herself, she realized he was terribly attractive. His hairless, muscular flesh made him look like a Greek god, as if he were carved from marble. And he was even bigger than she'd thought at first, maybe even six-five, six-six. And to think she had tried fighting him off!
Tony grabbed her by the hair of the head and yanked her off the bed. He then pulled her sideways and to her knees before him. He jerked his hips forward, grinding his cum-coated cock against the side of her face.
"And now, little lady," he said, his eyes narrowing, every muscle in his body flexed, "you're gonna crawl and beg. You're gonna beg to suck my cock."
"I . . . I can't . . . I won't," Linda gasped. "I . . . I . . . "
A swift kick in the stomach that left her sprawling at his feet convinced her that she could and would.
"Beg and crawl, whore," Tony commanded, taking two steps away from her body.
Linda stumbled to her knees, barely able to focus. She swallowed hard and gave him a pleading look, then let her eyes drop to that bobbing monster of a cock.
"Please, let me suck you off," she whimpered, feeling bitter tears sting her cheeks. "I . . . I want it in my mouth . . . "
"Say, Tony I want your cock," the man ordered.
"Tony, I want your cock," she repeated, crawling toward him.
"That's the way, slut," Tony laughed, taking another step backward. "Beg for Tony's cock and his cum."
Linda's eyes were on the pulsating shaft that she would have to suck into her throat. Just the sight of it caused her throat to constrict.
No, she couldn't pretend his cock was Stan's. Stan would never dream of humiliating her like this. Making her beg and crawl, inflicting pain.
"Let me suck your cock, Tony," she said, her voice quivering. She crawled closer and he moved a step back. "I . . . I want it," she said, stretching out her arms.
While she crawled, he continued moving backward until he was against the wall. He then spread his legs wide and placed his large hands on his narrow hips.
"Just a little closer," he said, rocking his ass around. "That's it, whore, crawl over here and suck me fucking dry."
When Linda finally reached him, she lifted her hands and grasped the thick, meaty shaft of his prick. Carefully, she aimed the tip of it to her open mouth. As the silky flesh of his cockhead touched her tongue, she again had to fight back a wave of nausea.
It was evil-tasting, like the prick of some pagan god. All rubbery and covered with his cum and thick . . .
Her lips sucked fully to the base and she felt the gigantic ball of his cockhead ease between her tonsils, then slide down her throat.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Tony said, his eyes widening with surprise. "You can take it all. And that kinda spoils it. I was hoping you couldn't and I'd make you fucking choke on it."
Linda was certainly glad she'd practiced a lot on Stan in order to do it. She couldn't imagine anything more terrible than being choked to death on a rapist's cock.
"Mmmmm, that's nice, baby," Tony whispered, holding the back of her head with both hands, crushing her face fully into his crotch. "Now lick and suck real good. You do and I'll blow your brains out with cum."
Although humiliation seemed to surround Linda like a damp blanket, she felt her throat respond to the feel of his cock. It throbbed so nicely in her throat, and with the taste of cum, it made her muscles loosen.
She sucked back to the enormous cockhead, took a deep breath and ate back to the hairy base. As she gobbled the entire length into her throat, she felt his balls bump her chin and her lower lip.
It was so strange doing this, she thought. All those blond hairs, not like the blue-black ones of Stan's. In a way, it was as if she were sucking cock for the first time.
"Faster, cocksucker," Tony said, pumping his hips back and forth. "Suck it out by the goddamned roots."
Linda found her job to be a little easier than she thought it would be. After all, if she had to have her mouth raped, couldn't she at least not hate it? Just go through the motions and satisfy him . . .
Going through the motions, however, was causing a strange tingle around her cunt hole. She squeezed her knees together to try to push it away, but it only made it worse.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmm," she murmured, raking her nails over his thighs to his dangling balls.
She cupped the hairy orbs, then rolled them around on her cheeks. She could feel his fresh load of cum. Another moan escaped her lips, became muffled in his slick crotch hairs.
And the tingle turned into a spasm, causing an oozing stream of the man's cum to melt from her cunt opening. The juice crawled across her flesh like an insect, cooling as it rolled to her knees.
Some of that same cum would soon flood her mouth. It would gush from his cockhead, squirt over her tonsils, burn her tongue, sweep between her teeth.
"Fantastic," Tony said, humping slightly over her body. He increased the pressure of his hands behind her head and punched his hips forward. "Any . . . second now. Do it good, baby! Lick on it! Chew and suck!"
It was getting easier and easier. Too easy, Linda thought, watching her fingers squeeze into the taut flesh of his crotch. And the spasms in her cunt became more demanding.
She began sucking and pulling of her own free will, her throat beginning to crave his milky cum. Already she could taste the flavor . . .
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, sliding her hands around his narrow hips, to his firm, tight ass. She clawed the crack of his ass, forced him harder against her face. Another hungry moan gurgled around his slick shaft.
"Goddamn . . . so fucking good," Tony said, thrusting in and out of her throat with full force. "Any . . . second now, baby, and I . . . I . . . shit!"
Linda felt the base of his cock pulsate, then jerk. An instant later, she could feel the thick globs of cum as they poured up the center of his shaft. Suddenly, the back of her mouth was flooded with creamy warmth, and just as she had feared, her own climax burst at the same time.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she choked, spluttering cum over his balls, into his wiry hairs.
She sucked the glob down, made room for the second lump. Another moan burst from her lungs, mixing air with his juice, causing the back of her throat to rattle with froth.
"Eat, cocksucking slut!" Tony growled, blowing in more wads of boiling jism. "Suck it down . . . lick on it . . . chew me fucking dry . . . "
Although Linda couldn't-didn't want to-understand her emotions, she let herself go completely. She began sucking and gobbling on his prick like it was the last one on earth. And each time his cockhead banged the back of her throat, she felt another hard convulsion of pure ecstasy in her pussy.
"Mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmm," she moaned, twisting her head around, gulping as quickly as possible so as not to miss a single, precious drop.
"Unhhh . . . lick me," Tony grunted, feeling the bulk of his load shower over her tonsils. "Damn . . . I don't fucking believe this . . . "
Linda sucked for all she was worth. She continued to eat up and down his shaft long after he had finished creaming in her mouth. Then, when she was certain he was empty, she spit his cock out and licked over his balls and into his crotch hairs, capturing a few of the stray wads so of jizz. At last, her pleasures subsided as the taste of his cum melted down the back of her throat and she felt totally and completely humiliated.
And, at that moment, she wished she were dead.
How could she ever look herself in the eye again, much less Stan? Yes, this man had started the rape, but she had finished it voluntarily. She had liked it. And she even liked the feeling of defilement.
And not only did she wish herself dead, she wished this monster was dead also.
She gave a quick look to her left. Within reach-if she lunged-was one of Stan's golf clubs, just inside the partially open closet. She looked up at Tony.
He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed with satisfaction, obviously no longer aware of her. For a few seconds, at least. And if she did it quickly . . .
Grab it, raise it and crack open his skull. After that, she could jump out the window, flee into the woods.
It was now or never.
With a panther-like move, she lunged toward the closet and grasped the handle of the golf club. She sprang to her feet and lifted it quickly, taking aim on his head. And, with a smile of victory, she jerked her hands down, si whipping the club through the air.
Before it made contact, a pair of hands were on hers, jerking her body around so hard she lost her balance.
"Looks like I got here just in time," Hank said, jerking the club from Linda's hand. "Hell, Tony, you might have gotten your ass killed with this thing."
"Did she . . . " Tony gasped, turning purple with rage.
Linda thought from the look in his eye that he would kill her right then with his bare hands. Fortunately, Hank stepped in front of him.
"It's fine now," he said. "Just leave her to me.
"I'm gonna break her goddamned neck!" Tony spat, struggling to get around Hank.
"What's going on in here?" another voice called out, a few feet from the door.
When the third man named Brad entered, Linda knew her nightmare had only begun.
Tony wanted to kill her, and Hank and Brad just might let him. But only after they'd had their fun.
"She's mine for a while," Hank said to his buddies. "You guys go drink some beer or something."
After Tony and Brad had left, closing the door behind them, Linda pulled away, tucked her knees up to her chest. She feared this man even more than Tony.
That look in his eye. It was vampire-like, dead. At least there had been some warmth in Tony's eyes.
"Please . . . don't hurt me," she begged, feeling fear constrict her throat like a clutching hand.
"On the bed, baby," Hank said, his voice as dead as the look in his eyes. "And since you find such an interest in, uh, golf," he added, holding up the club, "we might find a use for this."
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Linda gasped, crawling toward the bed.
"You almost killed my buddy with this thing," Hank said, "so you gotta pay, baby."
"No . . . God, no!" Linda wept. "Please!"
"I'm gonna fuck you to pieces, slut," Hank said, approaching the bed, "and while I'm doing it, you know what I'm gonna do with this?"
"No . . . No!" Linda screamed out, shaking her head.
"That's right, cunt," Hank laughed. "I'm gonna stuff this thing up your ass."
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda felt fiery darkness surround her, suck her into a tunnel of pain. There were two pressures, equally horrible. One was like a snake, striking inside her pussy. The other was a red-hot poker, jabbing into her ass. And the mocking voice, close, yet far away.
"How is it, whore?" the deep growl insisted. Lips were against hers, wet and warm. "Hmmmmm?" If she could only force herself back to the dark oblivion, Linda prayed. To nothingness, and away from this evil, this terror.
"Fuck me, Sweetheart," the voice said, louder. "Work that sweet ass up and down . . . gonna fucking split you like a pod . . . "
The pain grew worse as Linda slowly came back to consciousness. And with the full awareness of what was happening now, she felt her insides shudder.
The golf club . . . the look in those dead eyes . . .
"Hurts . . . God, it's killing me," she panted, her eyes fluttering open. "What's . . . inside me?"
She knew the answer as she asked the question, although she still refused to believe this ultimate humiliation. Not only being raped, but defiled like this!
"Lots of hard cock, for one thing," Hank laughed. "And let me tell you, baby, it's sweet as pie." He plunged his prick savagely into her pussy, then squirmed his ass around. "So . . . fucking tight . . . "
The size of his cock would have made it tight anyway, but with the handle of the golf club up her shitter, it made her guts feel so constricted she could hardly breathe.
It was almost like having two cocks inside her at the same time. God, what a horrible idea, she thought. Two, big slippery shafts of throbbing meat . . .
She wouldn't put it past them to do exactly that to her, for two of them to screw her at the same time. While the third one watched . . . or forced her to suck him off!
Three cocks. One in her pussy, ready to blow it full of cum, another in her shitter, fucking her ass, and the third one ready to squirt molten jism over her tonsils.
As she had these thoughts, it felt as if the golf club up her ass was, indeed, a cock. Long and hard, and if she let her imagination play a little, she could almost feel it throb . . .
"Ohhhh . . . no," she panted, squirming beneath Hank's hulking frame. "It's going to kill me . . . ruin me . . . "
"Just go with it, baby," Hank said, kissing her lips. "You'll like it if you just try . . . "
A mocking voice inside her brain laughed. It seemed to say: Go ahead, do as he says. Go with it. After all, you're nothing but a dirty old lady, anyway. You did screw a hairbrush, didn't you? While you were thinking of your nephew. What's a golf club? The way your pussy was bubbling and throbbing when you were thinking about Mike, you would have screwed the leg of a chair, for God's sake!
Linda fought the pleasure, knowing that if she denied herself any ecstasy, she just might hold onto her sanity.
"No . . . God, no!" she cried out, ordering her body to stop quivering.
"Fuck me . . . ohhhh, yes, fuck me," Hank said.
A molten ball of pleasure seemed to explode inside her body, leaving her pussy a quivering mass of jelly. She jerked her ass upward, molding her cunt entrance firmly around the hairy root of his prick.
"Give it to me, you mother-fucker," she heard her voice pant, unable to believe it. "Screw that big cock in me . . . fuck anything in me . . . just don't ever stop!"
"Hey, that's more like it," Hank grinned, he kissed her passionately, let the tip of his tongue crawl over the top of her tongue, the roof of her mouth. "Mmmmmm, we're gonna have a fucking blast together, baby."
Although Linda felt cheap, used, she wrapped her hands around his waist, then squeezed her fingertips into the top of his ass crack. As the wiry hairs scratched her flesh, she felt the full pressure of his body.
"Yessss . . . God, yes!" she cried out, clawing his rounded, firm ass cheeks, squeezing him hard against her writhing body. "Faster! Stick it to me, you bastard! All the way in!"
While Hank screwed her with his plunging cock, his right hand was on the golf club. He was also working it in and out of her body, giving her just enough length to cause agonized, painful pleasure.
Suddenly, Linda's body burst with one climax after another, in a seemingly unending stream. She jerked and bucked as if she were on fire.
"Fuckkkkkkkk!" she shrieked, clawing at his shitter entrance with one hand, the insides of his thighs with the other. "Load me up with cum, you motherfucking stud!"
Hank found it difficult to believe what a wildcat she had become. From a sleeping princess she had turned into the most cock-hungry whore he could imagine. Her pussy was gobbling on his prick like a starving mouth!
"Damn, I don't know if I can take much more of this," he groaned into her mouth. "Shit, you're gonna suck my fucking brains out of my prick!"
"Fuck me . . . goddamn you, fuck me!" Linda cried out. The intensity of her orgasms was so powerful, every thought left her but fucking. Another animal-like howl escaped her lips.
"Take it, you cum-sucking slut!" Hank groaned, relaxing the taut muscles at the base of his plunging cock. Instantly, his cum-load shot from his nuts and boiled toward his cockhead. He felt the liquid fire of his jism burst inside her swollen cunt.
His jism caused another convulsion of release inside Linda's body. She pressed her full weight against her elbows and heels, almost throwing him off her body.
"Acccccccc!" she wailed, her pleasure peaking violently. "Jesus, ohhhhhhhhh!" she hissed, then went limp.
"Fuck on it, bitch," Hank said, grinding his ass around, pumping in more molten lumps of cum. "Screw my cream right up to your prick-eating brain."
As more floods of cum splashed her quivering cunt walls, Linda became fully aware of the rigid golf club up her ass. It still gave her pain, but it was delicious agony. She puckered her ass entrance and drew in another couple of inches.
Then something happened that she would never understand. Her pussy climax seemed to melt downward, then churn up and down her ass canal. The pleasures shot through her intestines, then seemed to burst upward, exploding in her throat.
She threw her head to one side and gave a long scream. Never had she dreamed that pleasure could be so wonderful, so horrible. By comparison, her husband's lovemaking seemed like a handshake.
With the pleasure, shame flooded her body. How could she ever face Stan again? Or herself?
"Ohhhh . . . shit . . . that's it," Hank said, planting the last of his cum up her pussy. He rocked his body back and forth, then slowly relaxed, gasping into her silky hair. "Best goddamned lay I've ever had in my fucking life."
As her ecstasy melted to a dull throb, the golf club became more and more painful. And when Hank finally slipped it from her shitter, she gave a sigh of relief.
"You ready for my cock up here?" he asked, lifting his body. He sat back on his haunches, letting his cum-coated cock slip noisily from her pussy. His cock shaft flopped upward, hit his hairy stomach. "Want this thing?" he laughed, looking at her widening eyes.
"Let's just rest for a while," Linda said, panic in her voice. His prick was so huge, and her asshole felt so raw from the golf club, she knew she couldn't take it. "I . . . I'll do anything . . . but let's stop for a little while, OK?"
"I guess we have all night," Hank said, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Anyway, I could use a beer," he added, getting off the bed.
Was he going to leave her alone? When he was gone, she would jump through the closed window if she had to. Mentally, she was a wreck. Only God knew what condition her body would be in when they finished with their sadistic pleasures.
. If he had planned on leaving her alone, her plans were spoiled when the door opened and Brad entered. He walked over and handed Hank a lighted joint.
"She fuck as good as she looks?" the black-haired man asked Hank.
"Even better," Hank replied. "Real pain freak."
"No shit," Brad said, lifting his eyebrows. "Then she and I are made for each other."
"Hey, man, don't ruin the thing, OK?" Hank said, giving his buddy an even look. "Not like-that other one."
"Man, you can trust me," Brad said, giving Linda a shark-like smile.
Linda's throat constricted with terror. Both Tony and Hank looked the part: cruel, animal-like. This Brad character, however, seemed almost jovial, smiling at her like a brother.
He wasn't as muscular as the other two, but his body was wiry, like a panther ready to spring. His eyes were gray, piercing, it seemed, right into her brain.
God, they were all so handsome, why couldn't they just go out and find themselves some willing girls? They wouldn't have any trouble on that score.
In fact, if she weren't happily married, she wouldn't think twice about . . .
Linda stabbed her nails into her palms to flood her body with pain, to block out her horrible thoughts. It didn't work. The part of her mind that she considered evil was actually looking forward to another experience with a strange man, his alien cock
"Tony said she tried to brain him. That right?" Brad said.
"Yeah, she did," Hank laughed. "He still pissed about it?"
"A little," Brad said. "I'm gonna make sure all we do is fuck," he added. "Be right back."
Linda didn't even want to think about why Brad had left. To get Tony? God, no.
"Brad's a mean one," Hank said, chuckling humorlessly. "Better watch out for him."
"Don't go," Linda said suddenly. "Stay here . . . please . . . "
She heard Brad pad back down the hall, and with each approaching footstep, it sounded like the hammering of nails in her coffin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Brad entered the bedroom carrying several lengths of rope. He held them out to Linda as if they were some kind of lurid offering, a smile on his face.
"Got these just in case she tries to make a break for it," he said, then winked at Hank.
"Remember," Hank said, leaving the room, "save some for us."
In reply, Brad laughed, then closed the door after his buddy. He then turned and faced
Linda. His mouth slowly opened and he licked his lower lip.
"OK, baby, roll over," he said, approaching the bed with the ropes. "You've been fucked by a couple of amateurs. Now, a pro is gonna give it to you."
Linda was too numb with terror to move, and even when he brutally rolled her over and crushed his body down on hers she couldn't react. It wasn't until after he'd tied her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame that it even occurred to her to struggle. By then, it was too late.
"Damn . . . you've got a sweet ass," Brad said, running his fingertips over the soft contours of her hips. "You like getting your shitter plugged, baby?"
"No," Linda said, swallowing hard. She hadn't seen his cock yet, but from the bulge in his jeans, she knew he must be enormous. "It . . . hurts," she added, remembering the golf club and flushing with shame.
"Good," Brad said, "I like for my women to hurt. Every time you fucking scream out, my cock will get harder."
Linda thought she was going to start screaming right then, just in anticipation of the horror. Instead, she began choking on her own spit, felt her eyes sting with tears of humiliation.
After Brad stroked her body for a long while, he got off the bed and began undressing. He removed his clothes so casually it almost shocked Linda. Her fear began to grow, wondering if he were doing this monstrous thing from pleasure or some savage instinct.
"Don't hurt me," she begged, her voice cracking.
"I thought Hank said you like it," Brad said, slipping off his socks.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Linda said, ignoring his remark.
"I'm gonna make you scream, like I said," Brad said, his voice almost friendly. "Oh, yes, scream and scream," he added, getting back on the bed.
Linda felt something wooden-like against her side. Wondering what it was, she lifted her upper body and looked under her outstretched arm. In his right hand, he held a clothespin.
"What . . . what's that for?" she gasped, her eyes bulging with terror.
"I'll show you," Brad laughed, squeezing against the end of the clothespin, opening the small, wooden jaws. He pinched some of her soft flesh together and applied the pin to her side. "How's that?" he grinned, his eyes glinting sadistically.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Linda screamed. It wasn't actually that painful, but her mind flooded with thoughts of where he might put it next. "Don't! God . . . please!"
"That's it, whore, just fucking yell your cum-sucking head off," Brad said, pulling her legs a little farther apart. "Like I said, the more you scream, the harder I get."
Linda felt his throbbing cockhead slip into the crack of her ass, cutting off her shriek. She choked on her own spit, then buried her face in the sheets. In a few seconds, she would feel that horrible monster cram up her ass!
"Scream, sweetheart," Brad said, his voice a little lower, more of a growl. "Scream real loud, or you'll be sorry."
A couple of seconds later, Linda needed no encouragement at all. She shrieked and groaned wildly as savage spasms of pain tore into her lower body. Brad moved the clothespin from her side and pinched the yielding flesh of her ass with it. At the same time, he punched his cock into her shitter with one brutal stroke.
"Aieeeeeee!" she yelled, throwing her head back. "It . . . hurts! God . . . please!"
Brad squirmed his butt around, then withdrew his prick. Then he slammed back inside even harder, knocking the air from her lungs. He pulled the clothespin away after he'd entered her fully, then reapplied it to her left ass cheek.
"Gonna hurt you all over with this, baby," Brad said, beginning to pump rhythmically in and out of her asshole. "Scream some more."
As he bit the back of her neck, Linda couldn't believe that anything could be so horrible. Not only was his prick stabbing into her ass like a red-hot poker, but he was torturing her to the limit with that dreadful clothespin.
She began screaming, writhing and screaming, until her lungs felt fiery. And with each passing second, it got worse. Soon her body seemed to be bathed in liquid flames, searing every cell, each nerve.
"God . . . God . . . help me," she panted, feeling sweat pop out on her forehead, ooze into her eyes. "I . . . I can't take it . . . you'll kill me! I.. . I.. . "
"You'll take it all over, whore," Brad said, removing the clothespin and rolling it up and down her side. "Mmmmmm, now where to put this? You want it on your neck, baby?"
"No!"
"Then how about on one of these sweet knockers?" Brad chuckled, cupping her right breast. "On this tiny, pink nipple, maybe?"
Even before the wooden jaws of the clothespin clamped around the end of her breast, Linda groaned. It was like a grinding, flaming fist boring into her chest, exploding her insides.
"Mmmmmmm, I'll suck on the other one," Brad said, licking from her neck to her shoulder, then under her arm. "I'll make it good and bad together, baby."
His words couldn't have held more truth for Linda. And, as his mouth gave her pleasure and the pain of the clothespin thundered into her body, she knew she was going to go insane. It was as if there were some sort of battle going on inside her mind. Ecstasy and anguish battled each other.
Sucking mouth and squeezing, burning wooden jaws . . .
Oddly enough, it had taken her mind off the crunching spasms of pain inside her shitter.
As he had said, her screams would make his prick harder. His cock was so rigid, it felt like an iron rod, covered with soft rubber. It poked and pulled, drove harder and harder.
"Take it slut," Brad groaned, his voice a hungry muffle around her left breast. "Mmmmmmm, you like this?"
"No," Linda panted, hardly recognizing her own voice.
"You will," Brad said. "You're gonna fucking beg me for it . . . "
Linda lay beneath him, wondering why she didn't faint. Pain flooded her body, ate into her brain like acid. And he fucked her savagely; God, did he fuck her!
His prick seemed as long as his leg, totally filling her guts, probing into areas she didn't even know she had. And it was so hard, so filled with life, her insides seemed to melt around his shaft like a second foreskin.
"Fuck with me, whore," Brad ordered. "Shake your ass and eat on my cock, bitch!"
If she disobeyed, what possible horror could he inflict on her? she wondered. Nothing could be worse than this. No, she wouldn't add to his pleasure. She would lie there like a corpse. She would . . .
Involuntarily, her ass began gyrating, her shitter entrance becoming more taut. She began pulling on his cock, sucking it farther inside her body.
"That's the way," Brad said, feeling her muscles tug on his shaft. "Mmmmmmm . . . feels great, baby . . . little harder . . . scream for more hard cock . . . "
Linda screamed out again, but not in pain. His prick was like a flame inside her body, warming her, tingling her membranes with each hard throb. And, to her amazement, she felt her pussy jerk, oozing cunt juice.
"Do me all over," she gasped. "Ohhhh . . . Jesus, I love it . . . I hate it . . . I love it."
Even when she felt Brad remove the clothespin from her tit, she knew what he was going to do with it. To her horror, she felt herself crave that tiny wooden object, almost as if it were a part of his body.
"There," she said, turning her body slightly sideways. "Pinch me . . . there . . . "
Brad thrust the clothespin under her body and worked it through the loose folds of skin that surrounded her burning, oozing cunt. Slowly, he pressed the end of the pin, then clamped the jaws around her rock-hard clit. He released the spring slowly.
Linda screamed until she thought her brain would explode. Pain and pleasure seared into her body like a million icy-hot needles. And with each hard convulsion of climax, her pleasures were bathed in fiery pain.
And she loved it . . .
"Fuckkkkkkk!" she screamed, clawing at the ropes at her wrists. She bucked beneath him, sucking on his cock with her ass muscles as if trying to tear his shaft out by the root. "Unhhhhh . . . yesssss!" she hissed, arching her back until she thought her spine would snap.
"God, you're the best," Brad grunted, devoting his full attention to his wild fucking. "You really fucking like this shit, don't you?"
"Yes . . . do anything . . . everything," Linda gasped, experiencing more thundering waves of passion.
And then it happened. His cock expanded, totally filled her shitter, then burst with creamy, volcanic-like explosions of cum. Another climax riddled her insides, even more powerful than the ones before. And when it peaked, it seemed to draw out her very life force. She went limp suddenly, feeling the room spin.
"Nooooooo!" she cried, her humiliation matching her pleasure with equal intensity.
"Shit . . . fuck me, bitch!" Brad growled, hammering his ass up and down savagely, drilling her ass full of cum. "Take in every drop . . . all of it . . . fuck!"
Linda was too weak from exhaustion to move. She lay beneath him like a rag doll. But each time his punching cock dumped in more cum, her insides quivered violently.
She wished he would stop, but not because it was so horrible as she had thought before. But because it felt so good.
She felt degraded, ashamed. They hadn't done this to her. She had done it to herself. She had gladly suffered each defilement.
But if they hadn't started it, it would have been a secret, even from herself. For that, she hated them. She could have gone her whole life, being married to Stan, never discovering the dark side of her personality.
"Baby, you're a gold mine," Brad said, giving her ass a final punch. "I never had a lady so fucking hungry for dick in my whole life."
Yes, that was the problem, Linda thought. I'm too cock-hungry for my own good. And it had started with the arrival of Mike . . .
Mike!
He would be coming home soon, she realized. And although he was a big guy, he would be no match for these three. Maybe they would be finished with her by then, she thought. After all, how many times can someone fuck?
"OK, baby, I want you to strap me on now," Brad said, lifting his body off hers. "Let's see if you can suck as good as you can fuck."
Linda hadn't actually seen his cock yet, and she was curious as to what it looked like. It had to be big, that much she knew. When he untied her, she turned and viewed it, then felt her throat constrict.
"Ohhhhh . . . nice," she said, admiring his cock. It was thick and meaty, covered with a glistening residue of cum.
"You gonna suck me?" Brad teased, pushing her away when she reached for his prick. "Hmmmmmm?"
"Yes," Linda said quickly. "I . . . I'll do anything you want."
"I want to do what you want," the man said, smiling.
"I want to suck you," Linda said, almost choking on her own words.
She wasn't being forced, raped, anything! She wasn't even tied up. She was lunging for his cock, actually begging to suck it!
"Want it bad, don't you?" Brad said. "So bad you can taste it." .
"Yes . . . I . . . I want to taste it. I want to lick out your cum and swallow it," she said, wondering how Stan would react if he suddenly walked into the room.
"I want you to poke my throat full of hot cock," she said, twisting her hands away from his. She grabbed the rigid shaft of meat and gasped. "Ohhhh . . . yes . . . I . . . need it so bad . . . "
She lunged forward and gulped the end of his cock into her mouth. And even before the tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat, she felt her pussy buzz with renewed passion. She pushed him to his back and burrowed fully between his legs, pushing her head hard between his hairy, muscular thighs.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, jabbing her nose into his black crotch hairs. Her fingers were on his stomach, kneading the taut flesh, her tongue wallowing greedily around the slick cum-flavored slab of cock. Another muffled moan escaped her lips.
"Wow . . . that's so good," Brad said, momentarily stunned with her reaction. "I love it when a girl can eat it all."
"Ohhhhh, you have so much to eat," Linda whispered, after pulling her mouth up to the rim of his foreskin. She licked her tongue around the oval-shaped head, tasted more of the cum flavor at his jism hole. "So . . . warm and hard . . . big . . . "
"On your back, bitch," Brad said, suddenly jerking forward. He thrust his knees into her armpits and squirmed his ass around, pushing the full length of his cock into her throat. "Ahhhh . . . this is better . . . gonna fuck your mouth like a pussy . . . "
While his hairy crotch moved up and down, Linda felt her cunt spasm with growing pleasure. She loved doing it this way, it made her fully aware of the male body. And his cock went all the way down her throat . . .
"I'm gonna blow my load on your tits," Brad said a few seconds later.
It took a few seconds for his words to register on Linda. What on earth for? Why deny her that creamy taste, that heat? To waste it on her tits . . .
"And when I'm finished slicking up your tits, you're gonna eat it off," Brad said.
Eat a man's cum off her tits? God, the very idea was revolting! What sort of pleasure could he get out of watching her do that?
That was the answer, Linda suddenly realized. He wanted to make her feel revulsion, to dirty her body. She could almost see the molten wads of cum as they shot from his cock, blasting her pink nipples. The fiery liquid would collect, splash into the silky valley. And when her chest was greasy and glistening, she would cup her tits, pull the nipples to her open mouth and . . . yes, God, yes, it would be fantastic!
She began sucking and pulling on his prick for all she was worth, trying to hurry the moment when she would taste her tit and his cum at the same time. Softness and heat. Female and male at the same time.
"Christ, this is so fucking good," Brad said. "I . . . I think I've changed my mind. I'm gonna shoot it right in your sweet, cocksuck-ing throat, baby."
Linda spit his prick from her mouth and lapped at his balls. She squirmed her fingers up to his chest and pushed hard against his body.
"No . . . give it to me like you said . . . please," she begged. "I . . . I've never had it like that."
While she spoke, she quickly jacked his cock up and down, rubbed the tip of his shaft over her rigid nipples.
"Shit, it was feeling so good," Brad said, although he didn't make a move to shove it back into her throat.
"I'll suck you again," Linda said, her voice filled with growing hunger. "Just cum on my tits!"
Suddenly, she felt his cock swell, throb against her palms. She jacked harder, felt her pussy throb with greater intensity with each stroke.
"Almost . . . there," Brad said, pumping his ass back and forth. "Gonna get a fucking gallon from the way it feels . . . "
"Mmmmmmm . . . gallons . . . tubs . . . I want rivers of it," Linda moaned, her eyes on his swelling cockhead.
"Shit!" Brad said, punching his cock between her upturned tits. "Now . . . shit . . . shit . . . unhhhhhhh!"
When the molten explosion of his cum showered Linda's flesh, she felt her cunt burst with a delicious climax that thundered right to the base of her spine. While it peaked violently, she jacked his cock until her hands were a blur. More globs of cum melted over her tits, ran down the sides. And when she was certain he was finished, another lump of jism splashed into the hollow of her throat.
"Now . . . lick it . . . lick cock and tit at the same time, whore," Brad said, grabbing her by the hair of the head.
Linda needed no encouragement at all. She pulled on his cock with her left hand, while she cupped her tits with her right. And the second her cum-coated nipple pressed between her lips, she had another powerful climax, riddling her guts with flames of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, God, sweet . . . love this . . . cock . . . mmmmmm," she gurgled, lapping her tongue furiously.
She sucked at tit and cock, gobbled down the juices. And with each convulsion of her throat as she swallowed greedily, she was amazed that anything could be so perfect.
"You got it all?" Brad said a few moments later, watching her lap into his crotch hairs.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, but I wish there were a lot more," Linda replied.
"There will be if you suck me off again," Brad said, forcing the end of his cock back between her lips. "I'm just gonna give you a slow mouth-screwing, baby . . . nice and slow and easy . . . "
For Linda, it was slow, an eternity. But it was well worth waiting for, because with each glob of cum she experienced pleasure she had never known before.
CHAPTER SIX
With her mouth firmly planted on Brad's cock, Linda was vaguely aware of a movement behind her. A couple of seconds later, she felt a pair of hands on her ass, then the pressure of someone else getting on the bed.
Without looking, she knew it was Tony, from the shape of his cock as it entered her pussy, doggy-style. His was slightly curved, a little more narrow just under the thick tip than at the base.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, withdrawing his cock, then hammering back inside.
Although Linda knew she had little choice in the matter, she no longer cared. Her senses had been dulled from so much sucking and fucking, she didn't care who fucked her.
In a way, she was happy with her feelings. At least she had reached the ultimate in degradation. She was now immune. There was nothing more they could do.
She just wanted them to blow their loads and get out before Mike got home.
"You want it in both holes?" Tony said from behind her.
Before Linda could answer, she felt him withdraw his prick from her cunt, then stab it into her shitter. Amazingly enough, there wasn't any pain at all, only a hard pressure.
And even that wasn't bad . . . especially with a mouth full of hard, throbbing cock!
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, squirming her ass around while she sucked more greedily on Brad's prick.
Tony fucked into her ass for a few moments, then went back to her cunt. After churning his prick in and out of her pussy, he again withdrew, thrust it into her shitter once more.
Soon, he was going back and forth so quickly, it almost felt as if he had two cocks. Her insides quivered with ecstasy, just thinking about the prospect. She pulled her mouth away from Brad's shaft and kissed his balls.
"Could both of you fuck me?" she murmured. "I . . . I've never had two cocks at the same time."
"Anything to oblige a lady," Brad said, pulling her forward.
Linda felt her heart skip a beat. What would it be like? Would they even fit? Between the two of them, they must have five pounds of meat!
When Brad pulled her up on his body, Tony stayed with her, keeping a steady in-and-out rhythm going while he fucked her ass. Then, as she lay flat on his buddy's body, he crushed his full weight down.
"Mmmmmmm, gonna fucking nail this shitter," he murmured, kissing the back of her neck. "And then, baby," he added with a grunt, "I'm gonna pay you back for trying to kill my ass."
Linda felt a cold shiver of fear from the tone of his voice. She flinched, then turned to face him.
"I . . . I'm sorry," she said, a pleading look in her eye. "It was just that . . . "
"Shut up and fuck!" Tony snapped.
Linda would have shut up anyway, for when she felt the hard, grinding pressure of Brad's cock inside her cunt entrance, her body flooded with spasms of burning pain.
Slowly, Brad's shaft pierced her opening, stabbed farther inside, throbbing alongside Tony's cock, just inches above her cunt canal.
"Ohhhh . . . God!" she cried, choking with anguish.
"Think you can take it?" Brad said, nuzzling his face against the side of her neck. "I'm about halfway there, sweetheart."
Oh, Jesus, if that was only halfway, Linda hated to think of what was to come. Already it felt as if her cunt were ready to explode. Slowly, his cock ground farther inside her, making the pain almost unbearable.
"Unhhhh . . . there," Brad said, feeling their crotch hairs mesh together. "How is it?"
Linda couldn't even speak for a long while. It was as if some giant hand were inside her body, clawing at her guts. Finally, she gave a raspy moan, then coughed.
"No . . . I can't take it . . . it hurts too much . . . killing me," she panted.
"Now ain't that too fucking bad," Tony said, withdrawing his cock and hammering back in. "Come on, Brad, let's fuck this little chick into another goddamned universe."
For the next few moments, Linda thought they were going to do exactly that. Sandwiched between their hulking, muscular frames, she thought they were going to squeeze the life out of her. And, instead of getting used to their cocks, the sensations only got worse. Both cockheads seemed to be stabbing right up between her shoulder blades.
"Wow . . . room for me?" she heard Hank say as he walked into the room.
"Yeah," Tony said, "her little mouth is probably just begging for a cock."
As if in a dream, or a nightmare, Linda felt Hank sit on the side of the bed, then pull her upper body toward him. He grabbed her by the hair of the head and forced her mouth down around his rock-hard cock.
Three of them! God, was it really happening? And all together, how many horrible inches were violating her? Thirty? At least!
Now her throat was plugged with thick, pulsating meat as well as her cunt and asshole. And as the men worked on her body, she could almost see the three cockheads slam together, somewhere in the middle of her chest.
Three cocks . . .
There had been this girl in school who had had a terrible reputation, Linda remembered. She'd overheard two guys talking about doing it to her at the same time. Then to her stunned amazement, she found out that the girl had taken on eight guys in one night!
It was then she'd heard the term gang bang.
And now, it was happening to her. It still didn't seem possible. She could barely take three cocks. How could a girl take eight?
Man after man, all lined up, ready to pound between her outstretched thighs. And after they had finished, she would be bathed in globs of cum.
That girl must have been cock-crazy!
Cock going in and out, over and over, fucking, stabbing into her throat . . . in and out
"Mmmmmmm," Linda gurgled, feeling her insides loosen slightly. The two cocks slipped in and out a little faster, with less friction. And because of the pleasure, she loosened up a little more. And then came more pleasure. She gave another groan.
"Damn . . . she's getting hot," Brad said, punching his cock upward, drilling her cunt.
"Yeah," Tony agreed, "her little shitter is eating on my prick like her mouth."
"And I've got her cum-loving mouth," Hank chuckled. "Just look at this sweet bitch suck."
Linda knew she should feel humiliation, but she didn't. All she could think of was that girl, lying there, waiting for eight well-hung men to fuck her.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck me," she gurgled. "God, all of you fuck me full of hot cum
While she moaned and spluttered, giving Hank's cock a thorough wash job, she began squirming between Tony and Brad. And with each plunge of their cocks, it felt better. A million times so. Soon, her insides became a caldron of desire, dripping wet, her juices causing flesh to smack against flesh.
"Screw it, whore," Tony said, pumping savagely in and out of her asshole. "I'm gonna blow your hot ass so full of cum . . . it shoots out your ears . . . "
While he slammed his ass up and down, Linda felt Hank's prick grow even harder. She then tasted the pre-cum from his nearing orgasm and locked her lips firmly around his shaft. A split-second later, she felt the vibrations of his cum-load as the globs exploded upward, ballooning his cockhead.
"Aaaghhhhhhh!" she spluttered, sending a milky stream of jism into his red-brown crotch hairs.
"Jesus . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Hank growled, slamming her face savagely between his legs. "Suck me, cocksucker! Unhhhh! Lick my cum in and . . . eat it! Gargle it, whore!"
The bulk of his load had barely splashed over her tonsils when Linda felt Tony's cock explode also. Now it was perfect. Two cocks fucking their cum in at once! A massive convulsion of pleasure tore into her guts, causing her body to freeze.
"Shit . . . screw me," she heard Brad grunt. Her orgasm was so powerful, her cunt practically yanked his jism from his throbbing nuts. "Now . . . mother fucking . . . take it! Unhhhhhhh!"
This was too good to be true, Linda thought. Three cocks blowing their loads at the same time. And cum seemed to be eating into her body like acid. In fact, it was more like taking a bath in their jism! Streams and wads of cum oozing into her body, slicking up the insides of her thighs, pouring over her tonsils . . .
"Mmmmmmfffffff!" she choked, experiencing another hard convulsion of pleasure that rattled her teeth.
"Lick me fucking dry, cunt!" Hank growled, planting the last of his cum deeply in her throat. He was punching his ass up and down, holding her head tightly between his legs at the same time. "All . . . of it . . . every fucking drop!"
While Linda sucked and pulled until her jaws ached, more cum splattered into her shitter and pussy. And for a delicious moment, she thought they never would stop filling her with the wonderful juices.
At last, she went limp with a slow, throbbing climax, then closed her eyes, smelling the acrid aroma of sex and masculine sweat. And in a way, she was rather sorry that it was over.
Now they would rob her, leave her sprawled on the bed, her cunt, shitter and throat coated with cum.
To her surprise, however, it wasn't over. Barely had the delicious waves of ecstasy subsided to dull throbs when Tony pulled away, then dragged her off Brad's body.
"Now to get even. You were a bad girl, baby," Tony said, throwing her to the floor. "And you know what happens to bad girls?"
Linda looked up at his face, terror flashing in her eyes. From this angle he looked like a giant, and his massive hands were poised as if to strangle her.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Tony walked over to where his jeans lay and he slipped his wide leather belt from the loops. He then swung the leather back and forth, approaching her slowly, like a stalking animal.
"They get their asses beat," he grinned, an almost wild look in his face. "Oh, yes, sweetheart," he added, grabbing her by the hair of the head, jerking her to her knees. "They have to suck cock while they get their little asses tanned."
Linda felt new humiliation as he forced his half-hard cock into her throat, then crushed her face brutally against his corn-colored hairs. The humiliation quickly was replaced with pain, however, when he slapped the belt down on her ass.
"Suck . . . bad girl," Tony said, holding her more firmly as she tried to squirm away. "Lick my cock and get your ass beat!"
Linda tried to think of what it must look like to the other two men as they lay on the bed and watched her agony. Forced to her knees and made to suck this monster's cock, while he slapped her ass with that belt!
"Suck . . . and take it!" Tony said, cracking the belt again, leaving a long, red welt on her ass cheek.
Linda's body was flooded with pain as he hit her again and again. Oddly enough, however, she was beginning to enjoy it. She felt like a bad girl who deserved punishment. Somehow, what he did was cleansing.
She sucked harder, pulled on his cock with both her mouth and fingers until his prick was rock hard. She then let his prick ease from her mouth. She began licking it all over with her tongue. Her mouth moved to his dangling balls, then she kissed behind them, tasted the crack of his ass.
"Ohhh . . . yes, beat me . . . hit me, I'm a bad girl," she moaned, feeling her pussy tighten, then throb with nearing release. "Let me lick you . . . all over, your feet, your asshole . . . everywhere . . . to make up for it . . . "
As she spat out her words, she began working on his body as if her throat were starving for the mere taste of his cum. She chewed on his thighs, lowered her head and washed his feet and toes with her flickering tongue.
"That's it, baby . . . take it . . . suck me . . . get your ass whipped," Tony growled, his eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure.
Linda ran her mouth back upward, then locked her lips firmly around his cockhead. Then she felt the hard vibrations of his cum-load. She sucked furiously, jacked the base of his shaft at the same time with her fingers.
"Mmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmm," she gurgled, twisting her head around. Her orgasm built upward, then exploded, almost knocking the air out of her body. She gave another cry of release and gobbled wildly at the hairy root of his cock.
"Fucking . . . shit!" Tony barked, slapping her ass one final time with the belt as his cum-load burst from his cockhead.
Linda's orgasm continued to storm up and down her cunt canal while she ate out his cum. But even her starving mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon, twin, glistening streams of jism oozed from the corners of her lips onto her chin.
"Suck me . . . cocksucker!" Tony grunted, banging her head hard against his crotch. "Every . . . fucking drop . . . down your cum-eating throat . . . "
Linda shivered with ecstasy as she swallowed the last glob of cum. She then pulled her mouth away and let his prick flop upward, against his stomach.
"I'm going to clean you up now," she . murmured, dipping the tip of her tongue into a large glob of jism that hung on his hairs like a milky pearl. "Mmmmm, it's so . . . "
What happened next caused her body to turn to rubber, and she even thought for a moment she was going to faint. Behind Tony stood Mike, his mouth wide open with surprise. Beside him was Susan, her mouth also gaping open.
How long had they been standing there? Long enough to hear her beg for this man's cock?
"Mike!" she finally spluttered, jerking back on her haunches. "I . . . I . . . "
"Aunt . . . Linda," Mike whispered, looking at the naked men, then back at Linda.
"Who the fuck is this joker?" Tony said, quickly turning, clenching his fists.
"This . . . is my nephew," Linda gasped, flushing with shame and guilt. It couldn't have been worse if her own husband had caught her. At last, she got her wits back and screamed. "Run!" she yelled. "Get out . . . they raped me!"
Either Mike didn't believe her, or he was too stunned to react. At any rate, the men got the jump on him and dragged him and Susan into the room. Finally, when Mike resisted, Tony crashed his fist down, knocking the boy out cold.
"Ohhhh . . . my God!" Susan gasped, backing away.
"Would you look at this?" Brad said, grabbing for the girl. "A nice, fresh piece of cunt to bang."
Courage seemed to come out in Linda. She went for all three men at once. After they had gotten over their initial shock, however, she was knocked to the floor by Hank.
"Little bitch," he said, touching a long scratch she had inflicted on his jaw.
"Don't you hurt them," Linda said evenly, still furious. "You do, and I swear . . . I'll kill you!"
Even her words seemed to catch them off guard. Tony, however, took the situation in hand almost immediately. He grabbed Linda around the throat with both hands and pulled her to her feet.
"I've had just about enough of you, cunt!" he spat in her face. "I ought to . . . " He stopped suddenly, his scowl turning to a grin. "Yeah . . . I know what I ought to do," he said, looking from Linda, down to an unconscious Mike.
"What?" Linda gasped, terrified at the look in his eyes.
"You're gonna put on a little show for us, baby," Tony said.
"A . . . show?" Linda gasped.
"Yeah," Tony said, then smiled at his two buddies. "You're gonna fuck this guy while we watch . . . "
"No!" Linda screamed out, recoiling.
". . . and then you're gonna eat some pussy for us," Tony went on. He turned to Susan and asked, "You ever had your pussy licked out by a lady before?"
"No . . . you can't!" Susan gasped, her eyes wide with fear.
"Well, now that we're all in agreement, on with the show," Tony laughed.
Linda knew then that she had descended into hell, and she was dragging Susan and Mike along with her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Mike came to, he looked groggily down at his tied hands and feet. He quickly turned to one side to keep his aunt from seeing his naked body.
"You . . . bastards," Mike said, a look of pure loathing on his face as he glared up at Tony. "Untie me and I'll fucking take you on, one at a time and-"
"You're not going to take anyone on," Tony interrupted, "except your aunt over there."
"What are you talking about?" Mike snapped, the man's words barely registering.
"Ever dip in there?" Tony chuckled, moving toward the bed where Linda lay tied up, her arms and legs stretched wide. He jabbed his forefinger into Linda's cunt, causing her to squeal with pain. "Here, I mean. Ever had your cock up her pussy?"
"You're . . . sick," Mike said, giving Tony a disgusted look. "And when I get untied, you'll-"
"You don't do what you're told, little boy, and you may never get untied," Tony cut in. "Now enough of this bullshit. Get him up here on her, guys," he said to Hank and Brad. "Let's see if he can fuck as big as he can talk."
When Linda felt Mike's body being thrust down on hers, she had to look away from her nephew. In a way, she felt almost as if she had caused this whole thing. If only she'd gone away with Stan, Mike wouldn't be here, and neither would Susan. She and Stan would have returned, their house robbed, and that would be that.
"Aunt . . . Linda," Mike spluttered. "I . . . I'm sorry . . . "
"It's not your fault," Linda said, looking at him for the first time since he'd walked in. "It . . . it's just happening, that's all."
"OK, boy, let's see you fuck her," Tony said, kneeling beside the bed. "And when you're finished, you can watch us fuck her."
"You prick!" Mike barked. "You can't make anyone fuck anyone, and-"
"Is that a fact?" Tony interjected. "We'll just see about that, won't we?"
Both Mike and Linda flinched when they heard Susan cry out. Hank and Brad were holding her by the arms, just at the foot of the bed. Brad had reached out with his free hand and pulled on her right breast.
"You hurt her, mother-fucker and I'll . . . " Mike began, then stopped, realizing it was useless to threaten them.
"You gonna fuck her?" Tony asked.
"No," Mike said. "She's my own aunt, for God's sake!"
"I think you might change your mind when we show you what's in store for your little girlfriend," Tony said, then nodded to Hank and Brad.
Immediately, the two men began tearing at Susan's clothing until she was fully naked. Then they grabbed lengths of rope and wrapped them around her wrists. After securing tight knots, they pulled away from each other, causing Susan to cry out in pain.
"Strap her to the wall and get the pliers," Tony said.
"Please . . . Mike!" Susan wailed, twisting and writhing against the pressure of the ropes as Hank and Brad tied her against the wall, anchoring the other ends of the rope to the bottom of the dresser and the latch at the top of the window. "Don't let them hurt me!"
"Don't hurt her!" Linda cried out when she saw Brad lift up a pair of pliers. Even before it happened, she knew what they planned on doing. "Mike will fuck me . . . I promise
"Linda!" Mike gasped.
"Do it, Mike!" Susan gasped, looking at the glinting instrument in Brad's right hand. "He'll . . . hurt me . . . I know he will!"
Brad opened the jaws of the pliers, then slipped them around the girl's upturned, pink nipple. Slowly, he closed the pliers, a sadistic glint in his eye.
"God!" Susan screamed, bucking with anguish.
"OK! OK! Stop!" Mike said. "Don't hurt her . . . I'll do anything . . . just promise me you won't hurt her."
"It's a deal," Tony said, nodding at Brad.
Brad released the grip on the pliers, and Susan gave a gasping moan of relief. She slumped, her eyes glazed with pain.
Linda looked up at her nephew and tried to smile. She remembered their conversation earlier in the day. It had been obvious he wanted to fuck her, but never under these circumstances!
If only she'd said yes this morning, he wouldn't have gone, and maybe this wouldn't have happened . . .
It seemed as if her life were suddenly filled with maybes. What was happening now, however, was no maybe. It was real. Her nephew was crushing down on her body and he had been ordered to fuck her.
"We'll get through this somehow," she whispered to him.
Under any other circumstances, Mike would have found it impossible to get it up by threats of violence. The woman under him, however, was his Aunt Linda, and he'd been halfway in love with her for a couple of years. He'd lain in bed at night, jacked his cock slowly, pretending it was his aunt's pussy wrapped around his shaft and not his hand.
And now it was going to happen. Shit, if only she'd given me the least bit of encouragement this morning, this whole thing wouldn't be happening, he thought bitterly.
Then again, he might never get the chance to fuck his aunt otherwise . . .
And she was so goddamned pretty, and those sweet tits against his chest, and the warmth of her oozing pussy against the underside of his cock . . .
"Linda," he whispered, hoping she wouldn't read the real passion in his eyes. He was supposed to be doing this against his will. And shit, it might be worth it, even if they did mess with Susan a little. "I . . . I'm sorry about this . . . "
Susan lifted her head and looked over to where Mike and Linda lay on the bed. Just a few minutes ago, I was under him, she thought. That big cock of his was reaming out my pussy. So that's what it looked like in the back seat of the car. His tight, hairy ass ready to pump up and down, and that muscular body wrapped all around and . . .
Susan looked at Brad and flushed, wondering if he could read her thoughts. He gave her a smile that made her turn an even redder shade.
"I said I wouldn't hurt you," Brad whispered. "I didn't say anything about anything else . . . "
Susan's eyes dropped to the area of his crotch. His cock was swollen, sprouting from a thick patch of black hair. He lowered his hands and held his shaft down at an angle, let the thick, purplish-colored cockhead touch her side.
"Please . . . don't," Susan whispered, although there was a teasing ring to her voice.
Brad looked at the girl as if memorizing the soft planes of her body. With the soft, silky red hair surrounding her lovely face like a halo, Susan looked like some slave girl, tied up, waiting for her master. He moved a step closer and kissed her gently, wondering how she would react.
"Fuck me," he heard her whisper into his mouth. "Ohhh, do it to me again with the pliers and . . . and fuck me . . . "
While Brad was entering her sucking, boiling hot pussy, Mike was moving his tied hands over his aunt's head and to her back. He then lifted his hips, unaware of anything else in the room.
"I . . . guess we're gonna have to fuck, aren't we?" he said, his lips close to Linda's.
"Yes," Linda said, swallowing hard.
"Stick it to her, little boy," Tony said.
If Mike heard the taunt, he didn't react. His full attention was on his aunt, the soft texture of her body against him. And those tits molding into his chest . . .
He lifted his hips and squirmed his ass around, letting his rock-hard cock probe her pussy hairs. The end of his shaft finally pushed against her opening, then spread the lips slightly.
"Ohhhh . . . Jesus," he gasped, holding her closer. "I . . . I know I shouldn't say this, but. . . your pussy is so . . . nice . . . "
"Just fuck me," Linda said, trying to make her voice sound cool. They were doing this because they had to, not because they wanted to. "And let's get it over," she added, although she couldn't hide the quiver in her voice this time.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Susan yelled out suddenly, causing both Mike and Linda to look over.
"Is he hurting you?" Mike asked quickly, his voice thick with hatred.
"Ohhhh . . . yes . . . and it hurts so good," Susan murmured, pushing her hips back and forth. "Mmmmmmm, fuck me, yes, just like that . . . fuck me harder! Do it with those pliers again . . . "
"I'll be damned," Mike said, almost laughing. He knew firsthand that it didn't take a hell of a lot to turn on Susan, but this was ridiculous! "Would you look at that?" he said to Linda.
Linda was also shocked, but she'd always thought that Susan was a pretty wild girl. And just watching Brad's tight ass pumping back and forth only made her own blood boil with greater passion. She decided to drop all the bullshit.
"Fuck me, Mike! God, I've been wanting this for so long . . . you inside me like this . . . fuck me!" she gasped, licking at his parted lips.
Her words caused Mike to flinch with pleasure. He took a deep breath and pushed his ass down hard, grinding in every hard inch of his throbbing cock. At the same time he kissed her mouth.
Even before his cockhead had stabbed fully into her cunt, Linda felt the first stirrings of climax. She flexed her pussy muscles, then relaxed them quickly. She could feel part of the flesh from his hairy balls slide between her cunt lips.
"Yes . . . all the way in," she panted, lifting her hips and rocking them back and forth. "God, you don't know how good that feels . . . "
"Mmmmm, yes I do," Mike whispered into her mouth, gliding his tongue over hers. "No fucking wonder Uncle Stan is the happiest man alive. If I had a pussy like this to fuck every night . . . "
His words became a moan of pleasure as her pussy seemed to suck on his plunging cock like a throat. And then he remembered seeing Linda kneeling in front of Tony, licking on the man's cum. What would her mouth feel like on his prick, licking out his cum?
When Susan let out a squeal of pleasure, Tony turned and watched her and Brad for a few moments. He then walked over and slipped his hand between them, cupped her firm, upturned breast.
"You feel like sharing, Brad?" he murmured. "We could fuck this little bitch together."
"Mmmmm, go ahead," Susan answered for Brad. "I . . . I want all of you to fuck me. God, I've only had it like this once . . . "
Brad untied her, then pulled her to the floor, letting her straddle his middle. Then, when his cock was firmly planted inside her pussy, Tony entered her shitter with his prick. Susan cried out, then reached for Hank's cock as he watched with fascination.
"Jesus," Hank said, taking a step closer. "Looks like we got a couple of live ones, doesn't it?"
While Mike fucked her a little harder, Linda looked over at what was happening. Jesus, they were doing the same thing to Susan that they had done to her! But she was taking to it like a duck to water. She was sucking furiously on Hank's cock and writhing over Brad's prick like she was on fire. From this angle, she could see Tony's cock move in and out of her ass.
The sight caused her body to tremble with ecstasy. And having her nephew digging into her own pussy only made her hotter. She jerked her hips upward and gobbled the entire length of his cock inside her cunt. An immediate spasm shot around his shaft, causing her to buck wildly, tear at the ropes that held her wrists.
"Aieeeeeee!" she screamed. "Fuck! Fuckkk meeeeeee!"
"Holy . . . motherfuck!" Mike gasped. "I . . . I don't think I can go like this much longer, Linda. Your pussy is eating my cock alive . . . "
"Go ahead . . . poke me full of . . . unhhhhh! Yes . . . harder . . . full . . . of hot, young cum," Linda gasped, enjoying another climax.
Although Mike could have relaxed and screwed her cunt full of cum right then, he loved the agony of waiting. He tightened the muscles at the base of his shaft, felt the pressure grow to pangs of anguish. His balls were bloated, sensitive to the touch. Still, he held back. He might not ever get a chance like this again.
"Fuck me . . . goddamn you! You little bull stud, give it to me as fast as you can!" Linda begged, her body on fire with passion. He was ten times better than she thought he would be. "Yes . . . God, like that! Yes! Yes . . . fuck me!"
Mike punched into her pussy with full speed, using his cock like a battering ram. After a few moments, he couldn't fight the hard spasms any longer. He exhaled loudly and relaxed.
"Now . . . Linda," he grunted. "Mmmmm . . . fuck my cum in your pussy! Unhhhh! Take it . . . now!"
Linda experienced another raw jolt of electric-like ecstasy when she felt the hard vibrations of his cum-load storming up his shaft. It was nothing, however, compared to the thrill she got when the first molten explosion tore into her guts.
"Unhhhhhhhhh!" she grunted, throwing her head to one side, her face turning ashen with ecstasy. His cock felt like a punching fist, his cum like boiling acid. Another scream burst from her lips as her orgasm peaked to a level of violence.
"Screw me, Aunt Linda!" Mike grunted, hammering in more globs of cum. "God . . . take me and fuck me all the way up to your cum-loving brains . . . "
Their bodies molded together as he emptied his load deeply into her cunt. And with each scalding drop, Linda felt new convulsions of climax. At last, she went limp from exhaustion, although her pussy still craved more of his hard, brutal fucking.
"Ohhhh . . . Linda, Aunt . . . Linda," Mike gasped, thrusting in the last of his cum. He squirmed his ass around, kissed her again on the mouth. "If only it could have been ii
His words brought them both back to reality and they exchanged tired, but inquisitive glances.
"How the fuck are we gonna get out of this mess?" Mike whispered.
"Stan's gun . . . over there," she whispered, looking over at the nightstand. "You think you might be able to get it?"
"I don't know . . . with my hands tied," Mike grunted, twisting his wrists together under her body. "If I can just get them loose, maybe . . . "
"Move your hands down under my ass," Linda said. "I . . . I'm wet . . . maybe that will help," she added, embarrassed.
Mike did as she said and soon lubricated the ropes with a mixture of cum and cunt juice. After working deftly on the ropes, he managed to get free.
"How you two doing over here?" Tony asked, approaching the bed.
Both Linda and Mike gave him hard looks.
"You ready for some more of the show?" Tony said, kneeling down beside Linda.
Mike gave his aunt a quick look, but she shook her head slightly. Wait for the exact, right moment.
Linda's thoughts of escape were interrupted by a sudden recollection of what Tony had said earlier. He was going to make Mike fuck her and then make her . . . do what to Susan?
Of course he had been joking . . . only perverted women did that to each other.
"Hey, get the girl over here," Tony said. "And you, lover boy," he said to Mike, "get off."
Mike carefully slipped his hands over his aunt's head hoping that Tony wouldn't notice that one hand was free. He then pulled away and sat on the floor, close to the nightstand.
"Back up against the wall so I can keep an eye on you," Tony said to Mike.
Reluctantly, Mike obeyed, hoping he could move back to the nightstand later.
As he scooted across the carpet, Brad and Hank pulled a rather limp-looking Susan toward the bed.
"You ready to eat on that?" Tony said to Linda. "Hmmmmm? You want to lick some hot cum out of a cunt, baby?"
Linda swallowed hard. She wouldn't, couldn't! Never in a million years!
"No . . . I won't," she said, her eyes on the glistening patch of red-gold cunt hair. "It's . . . wrong!"
"Put her down on her face," Tony said to Hank and Brad. "We'll just see who won't."
Linda couldn't imagine suffering a greater humiliation. Forced to do . . . that, while her nephew watched! And it was his girlfriend!
Susan's cunt came closer to her mouth.
I won't! I refuse to do this!
Susan's cum-splattered pussy was eased down closer to her face and Linda could smell the combined juices.
No . . . I won't!
The taste of pussy stung her lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda tried desperately to pull her face away from Susan's cunt, but Tony and Brad held the girl down hard.
"Don't . . . please," Linda gasped, tasting a mixture of cum and pussy juice.
"Lick it out, bitch," Tony ordered, pushing Susan harder down on the bed.
Linda couldn't believe this was happening, forced to go down on another woman! To lick cum out of a pussy! It was revolting, disgusting.
She pulled at the ropes at her wrists and ankles, tried to free herself. If only she could block this horror out of her mind . . .
"Lick . . . run that sweet tongue in and ream her out," Tony said. "You want me to do something to encourage you?" he added darkly.
Linda wanted nothing of the sort. No telling what he might do to her. She would have to get through this somehow, then learn to live with her degradation.
"OK," she said, closing her eyes. She darted the tip of her tongue out and touched the insides of the girl's swollen opening. The juices burned, scalded the insides of her mouth. "I . . . I will," she added, almost gagging.
"Oh, Mrs. Simmons . . . that's so good," Susan groaned. "I like your tongue inside me."
Linda probed deeply inside, then scooped out a thick, creamy wad of cum. She held her breath and swallowed the fluid, felt it oozing down her throat.
It tasted so different, she thought. It was as if the edge of masculinity had been taken off the cum. Sweet almost, and frothy.
And as she stabbed her tongue inside, she felt Susan's loose folds of pussy skin, molding themselves around her lips and nose like a glove. The delicate, red-gold hairs were tickling her nose.
Well, there could be worse things, she thought. And, after all, it was cum. Mike's cum was up there too.
She remembered suddenly how her nephew's thick blast of jism had felt when it had poured into her cunt. The thought caused a delicate spasm inside her pussy and a moan to escape her throat.
"She's beginning to like it," Tony said, a victorious smile on his lips. "Just look at that tongue eat out her pussy."
Although still humiliated-Mike was probably watching also-Linda began licking a little more quickly. And with each sip of the combined juices, the mental anguish lessened.
No, not bad at all . . .
Good, in fact, she hated to admit.
She twisted her head around, felt Susan's burning cunt slide over her cheeks, her nose, her chin. And the masses of cum and juice were oozing from her insides, steaming into her throat.
"Ohhhh . . . so sweet," she heard herself murmur. "Mmmmm, I like doing this . . . "
"Lick me, Mrs. Simmons," Susan said, now fully caught up in what was happening. Once she had gotten drunk and done this, but she didn't remember much about it. "You're better than a man. God, a lot better! Ohhhh . . . yes, right there! Yes, that's it!"
As if they had done it a million times and not just once, Linda's tongue seemed to touch exactly where Susan's cunt itched. And after a few moments of hungry sucking, Linda concentrated fully on the girl's clit.
Linda pulled against the ropes, but not to push Susan away. She wanted to slip her fingers around the sides of the red opening, look inside at the churning masses of Susan's cum-splattered cunt.
"I . . . I want you," she gasped, baring her teeth, scraping them over the sensitive membranes. "Mmmmm . . . I want you so . . . bad."
Suddenly, Susan's insides began convulsing. The hard contractions made more juice stream from her opening, totally slicking up Linda's face. And when the girl's climax peaked, the pleasures seemed to burn down Linda's throat, filter through her guts, inflame her own cunt.
"Unhhhhh . . . yes!" Linda gurgled, stabbing her tongue fully inside while she rocked her hips back and forth. "Take it in like a cock . . . fuck my . . . tongue!"
Both women climaxed together, almost as if they were sharing the same orgasm between them. At last, Susan fell forward, crushing her cunt against Linda's open, moaning mouth. no
"Wow, that was fantastic," the girl said. "Mmmmm, do it some more, OK?"
Linda was now more than eager to please the girl, for in doing so, she pleased herself. She began licking in and out of Susan's sensitive, boiling pussy with deft, even strokes. A few seconds later, Susan jerked her body up and began pumping her ass up and down.
"Yes . . . God, yes! Ohhhhh, Jesus! I feel like my pussy is going to . . . explode!" she screamed.
Linda thought so too. Susan's cunt lips quivered, then began fluttering wildly, sucking on Linda's tongue. Linda's tongue was pulled upward with such violence, she thought Susan would yank it out by the roots.
"Ohhh . . . yes," Linda murmured, feeling another sweet spasm of climax riddle her own guts. "So . . . sweet, hot . . . suck my tongue
Again, Susan slumped forward when her pleasures were spent. She rocked her ass back and forth for a few seconds, then went completely limp. A soft moan could be heard beneath her.
"OK, little bitch, it's your turn," Tony said, pulling Susan up to a kneeling position. "Let's see how good you eat on pussy."
Susan was far more willing than Linda had been. She quickly knelt between Linda's legs and locked her mouth firmly on Linda's oozing cunt hole. Her tongue jabbed deeply inside, curled, brought out a frothy mass of cum.
"Ohhhh, this is the best way to lick on cream," Susan said, running her fingers into Linda's soft cunt hairs. "Mmmmm, right out of a pussy . . . "
Linda looked down at what Susan was doing. Amazingly enough, she no longer felt repelled. It was almost like an experiment for her now. Would Susan lick her pussy as good as Stan could?
A couple of seconds later, she had the answer. It was fantastic, nothing like what a man would do at all. It was so gentle, so soothing, relieving every ache and itch. Still, it seemed to lack something. Linda liked the feel of rock-hard muscles, of hairy flesh against her body. And Susan was so delicate, so feminine.
A swelling inside her cunt made Linda cry out, an almost desperate quality in her tone. The girl's tongue was teasing her, making her realize just how wonderful it felt to have a hard cock up her cunt.
"Ohhhh . . . I . . . I want a hard prick in me," Linda said, turning her head to one side. "Let me suck you, Mike. If I don't get a big prick, I'll go crazy!"
Mike gave Tony a look, then stood up. He walked over to the bed and knelt down beside his aunt. He then pushed his hips forward. Immediately, Linda sucked his swollen cock deeply into her throat.
"Mmmmmmm," Linda gurgled, lapping the tip of her tongue into his dark crotch hairs.
Tony watched Linda eat on her nephew while Susan ate wildly at her cunt, then he moved to the foot of the bed. He crawled between Susan's legs and held the girl's thighs open with both hands.
"Keep eating, you little slut," he said, "while I screw the living shit out of this asshole of yours."
Susan gave out a yelp when she felt the pressure of the man's cock grind into her ass. It was a yell of pleasure, however, for it made her tongue go even faster inside Linda's churning cunt.
While her pussy was in flames, ready to explode with what she knew would be a fantastic release, Linda gobbled quickly up and down her nephew's cock. At times, she sucked to the giant, pulsating head and nibbled at the loose, rubbery sheath of foreskin.
"Oh, Mike," she groaned. "You . . . you're gonna give me lots of cum to suck, aren't you?"
"Sure am," Mike gasped, pushing his hips forward, grinding the base of his hairy shaft against her pursed lips. "Gonna blow your throat so full of cum-"
"Hey, I'm not gonna get left out on this," Hank said. He crawled on the bed and straddled Linda's middle. He pressed her tits around his throbbing cock, making a fleshy, firm glove. Slowly, he began thrusting his cock in and out of the tunnel, his balls smacking her stomach. "Wow . . . this is almost as good as your sweet pussy!"
Linda felt pleasure. Cocks and mouths seemed to be everywhere, devoted to giving her pleasure. She moaned, writhed with nearing release, feeling her insides bubble and foam.
Susan lapped hungrily up and down the narrow crack of Linda's cunt until she saw Hank's tight, hairy ass. Then she moved her head upward and began sucking on the man's shitter. After leaving it glistening with her spit, she went back to Linda's cunt.
"Lick me some more," Hank said, reaching behind his body. "That was good . . . "
Susan sucked a thick glob of cum and juice from Linda's pussy and held it in her mouth. She then locked her lips firmly around Hank's shitter and forced the fluid inside. After smearing the fluid over his membranes, she swallowed it. She climaxed violently as the juices burned into her stomach.
"Ohhhh . . . God," Susan panted, then bit down on Linda's cunt like a striking snake.
When Linda felt the force of Susan's mouth, her own pussy exploded with warmth. She began jerking her hips up and down, sucking on the girl's tongue with her pussy muscles. At the same time, she chewed and licked wildly on Mike's throbbing cock.
"Suck me . . . goddamn! Suck me fucking dry, Linda!" Mike screamed, feeling his cum-load bubbling up the center of his shaft. "I . . . I . . . unhhhhhhh!"
Linda couldn't imagine anything being so fantastic, so powerful. Not only was her cunt buzzing with one climax after another, but she had the taste of cum in her throat, the feel of a cock going in and out between her tits.
Sex and pleasure seemed to melt around her like a steamy blanket. She flinched, then began jerking wildly, feeling every muscle in her body grow tense with ecstasy.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh!" she choked, sucking greedily on her nephew's bursting cockhead.
"Eat it! Christ, eat it down to your fucking stomach!" Mike grunted, humping his ass quickly back and forth.
Behind Susan, Tony was pounding his cock savagely in and out of the girl's butt. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in oblivious ecstasy. A couple of seconds later, he slammed forward with his full weight, causing Susan's face to become wedged fully between Linda's thighs.
"Fuck it . . . whore . . . cum-sucking slut," he gasped, pounding the first of his thick, creamy load into the girl's asshole.
For Susan, his climax was like a storm inside her body, causing her to jerk and writhe. She clawed at Hank's bobbing ass while she licked and chewed on Linda's cunt.
"Fuck me . . . God, fuck me to death!" Susan gasped, rolling her face around in the creamy masses of Linda's exploding cunt.
When new pleasures raced up and down Linda's spine, she felt the last of Mike's cum shoot from his cock. She drank them down, wishing desperately for more. In answer to her prayer, Brad yanked her mouth off her nephew's cock and plunged his own shaft into her throat.
"Mmmmmmm," Linda groaned, tasting the acrid flavor of the man's nearing climax.
"Suck me . . . bitch! I been watching this sweet mouth of yours and . . . " Brad grunted, his words becoming a loud gasp.
"Mmmmmmfffff!" Linda choked, feeling his churning globs of cum boil over her tonsils.
It was too good to be true, she thought. All these cocks, and Susan's mouth . . .
She wished she could stay like this forever.
And while Brad pumped his cum savagely into her yearning throat, Linda felt Hank's cock burst, sending a shower of cum on her hot breasts. Juices burned into the hollow of her throat, then oozed to her armpits.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she cried out, freezing for a moment in pure ecstasy.
"Lick it, mother-fucker . . . goddamn you . . . every drop!" Brad cried out, pumping the rest of his jism into her throat.
Cock in mouth, on my breast, cum in my throat, all over my neck, a girl's tongue up my pussy . . .
Christ, I wouldn't have it any other way, Linda thought. I could go on like this forever.
Forever suddenly came to an end when she heard her nephew's low growl.
"Looks like the tables are turned, doesn't it?" Mike said, standing beside the bed, pointing the gun at Tony.
"How . . . " Tony gasped, pulling away from Susan and falling clumsily to the floor. "What the fuck? Is that thing loaded?"
"Want to find out?" Mike said, pointing the end of the barrel at Tony's crotch. "Shall I take a pot shot at that cock of yours?"
"Hey, man," Tony said, his eyes bulging fearfully. "Don't do anything like that . . . I . . . I can explain . . . "
"Untie her," Mike ordered, looking at Linda. "And fucking quick, you bastard!"
Now that the tables were turned, Linda hardly knew how to react. Those three hulking giants didn't look at all that mean right now. In fact, they were cowering before the gun like frightened children.
"What do you want to do with them?" Mike asked his aunt. "Want me to empty this thing right in their balls?"
Before Linda had a chance to answer, she saw Mike walk over and stand in front of Tony. Her nephew looked coldly at the man for a few seconds, then kicked out, planting his foot squarely in Tony's nuts. Tony buckled over, then fell to the floor, choking and spitting.
Both Hank and Brad backed away quickly, fear in their eyes.
"Hey, man, we were just out to have some fun," Hank said, swallowing hard. "Don't shoot us, OK?"
Linda became suddenly frightened. She certainly didn't want Mike to kill them. Oddly enough, she would have loved a scene like this a few hours ago, but now . . .
"Don't shoot them," she said, getting off the bed and rubbing her wrists. "They're not worth it."
"Well? What then?" Mike asked, looking at his aunt.
"Let's just call the police," Linda suggested. "They can handle it."
"What's going on?" Susan said dreamily, looking around the room. "Why did we stop?"
"The party's over," Mike said, as if talking to a child. "Get your clothes on."
While Mike held the gun on the men, Linda also dressed. She then threw the men their clothes. While they nervously pulled on their jeans, she dialed the police.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "I want to report a robbery."
"Oh, shit, there goes my fucking parole," Brad said under his breath.
"Hey, just let us go, OK?" Tony said desperately, looking from Mike to Linda. "I . . . I, look I'm sorry, OK?"
Linda didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Now she had the upper hand and she didn't know what to do with it. If she let them go, would she have any guarantee that they wouldn't return? And for that matter, did she really-down deep-want them to stay away?
She couldn't believe how confused she was. Still, she wanted to do what was right and fair.
"Let them go," she said to Mike.
"Thanks, lady," Hank said, exhaling loudly.
"But if you ever set foot in my house again, I promise you, you'll regret it," Linda said in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
"You got it," Tony said, moving quickly for the door, his eyes still on the gun in Mike's hand.
"You're just gonna let them go?" Mike said, surprised. "After what they made you do?"
"Yes," Linda said, her voice weak. "Now I'd better call the police back and tell them it was a mistake."
"Well, whatever you think best," Mike said.
They heard the men tear out of the driveway, then came the sound of squealing tires.
"You'd better take Susan home," Linda said softly. "She looks a little worse for wear."
"You gonna be OK here by yourself?" Mike asked.
"Just give me the gun," Linda said.
"I'll be back in a little while," Mike said, walking over to where Susan sat on the bed. "Come on, sweetheart."
After they had gone, Linda walked into the bathroom, carrying the gun with her. After she locked the door, she stepped into the shower and let the water wash away the hours of lovemaking. Then, dead on her feet, she went back into the bedroom and lay back. Instantly, her eyes closed and she was asleep.
In the dull darkness of her dream, she felt a presence over her body. She flinched, remembering something like this happening before. She was lying in a darkened room, thinking of her nephew. She had told him no, and then he had gone out with Susan.
But there was more of the dream, something bordering a nightmare. There had been three men . . . savage, animal-like monsters who had raped and tortured her. They had humiliated her, degraded and defiled her forever.
She had awakened, finding it wasn't a dream at all. It was her nephew, home from his date. She would pretend to be asleep still, and let him have his way. Who could blame her? She couldn't be blamed for saying yes. She was asleep.
No . . . God, no! It was happening again! Like an idiot, she had let the men go, and while Mike was gone, they had returned.
In the darkness, she felt ropes cut into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. This time, they were taking no chances. They would rape her brutally, perhaps even kill Mike when he got back.
But wait. . .
The body on hers was so familiar. It wasn't Tony, or Hank, or Brad.
"Hello, Aunt Linda," Mike said softly, kissing her on the mouth. "I'm not going to take any chances this time."
Linda couldn't believe what was happening. Obviously, Mike had taken Susan home, then when he'd returned, he'd tied her up and turned off the light.
"What makes you think I would have said no?" Linda said, finally getting some measure of control over her voice.
"Then it's yes?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No," the boy laughed.
"Then fuck me," Linda whispered, pushing her hips up against his warm, muscular body.
"Don't worry, Linda," her nephew said, "I'm going to stay here with you the whole time Stan is gone and fuck you so much you won't walk right for a week."
"Are you going to be mean?" Linda said, her voice quivering with mounting desire.
"Yes."
"And brutal."
"Yes."
"Then do it, you little bastard," Linda groaned, now feeling the hard pressure of his enormous cockhead squeeze into her cunt opening. "Do it. . . mean and brutal . . . "
CHAPTER NINE
Linda wanted to be totally degraded. Her need for total defilement seemed as intense as the throbbing in her swollen cunt. She looked at her nephew, her eyes worshipping him.
"Do . . . everything to me, Mike," she murmured, clawing at his hairy, sculptured chest. "You've got to teach me . . . "
Mike had dreamed about fucking his aunt, but never in a million years did he think he would be placed in this position of cruel master. Now he felt almost thankful to those three pricks who had broken in and assaulted Linda and his girlfriend.
Until now, lovemaking had been pleasant enough, ranking with football and shooting pool. In this new light, he saw it as it could be, should be. It wasn't champagne and soft music. It wasn't soft, throaty moans and the gentle smack of flesh on flesh above satin sheets.
Sex was raw, brutal.
He shoved his cock into his aunt's constricted cunt as if trying to crawl fully into her body. And as the hairy, throbbing root of his prick stretched her opening to the breaking point, he kissed her mouth.
Beneath his hulking, massive frame, Linda could already feel the surges of warmth near the base of her spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together at the small of his back. Holding him tightly to her body, she clawed at his back, matched the intensity of his kisses.
"Fuck me . . . make it hurt . . . do it all to me!" she begged, writhing with anguished desire.
Mike plowed brutally into her pussy, stabbed so hard he wondered how she could take it. But each time he felt her yielding, slick cunt muscles mold around his shaft, he drove in even harder.
Linda ran her fingers down his spine, then cupped his pumping, hairy ass. She tugged at the oval-shaped cheeks of his ass and dipped her nails into the dark, greasy crack. Her fingers found his opening, then shoved deeply into the narrow, constricted tunnel.
"Harder . . . you bastard! Make it hurt bad!" she panted, her passion boiling.
Mike placed his large hands on her shoulders and crawled up on her body. He dug his toes into the sheets and began jabbing his prick into her cunt with every ounce of strength he could muster. Soon, the room echoed with the punching sounds of their bodies slapping together.
"Unhhhh . . . take it, slut!" he growled.
Linda felt her guts jerk with life, then pulsate around his cock like a spasming throat. She pulled him deeply inside, felt his cum-filled balls vibrate at the bottom of her hairy opening.
"Ohhhh . . . God, I can't take it . . . it's too good!" she cried, freezing in a paroxysm of pure, raw pleasure.
As her orgasm thundered wildly around his plunging cock, she felt the base of his shaft jerk. Within seconds, she knew, his boiling globs of cum would steam into her insides, eat deeply into her twitching membranes like boiling acid.
"Yes . . . fuck . . . yes," she gasped. "Fuck me full . . . I . . . I want . . . want . . .Unhhhhhhhh!"
Another gut-level convulsion of molten pleasure riddled her insides, leaving her gasping for air. And still, with each brutal thrust of his massive cock, she felt the ecstasy build to newer heights.
"Fucking whore," Mike said, biting from her mouth, across the hollow of her throat, then to her firm, ripened tits. He chewed greedily at her pink nipples, let them pulsate on his tongue. "Gonna blow my fucking cum right up to your cocksucking brains, bitch!"
Linda could almost see the wildly surging masses of lava-like jism as they throbbed in his pounding balls. The fluid gathered energy and heat from his body.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she screamed, bucking beneath him as if her body were in flames.
"Damn . . . now!" Mike grunted, heaving forward, planting his cockhead deep into her cunt. "Screw my big cock . . . unhhh! Now, slut bitch . . . "
The first glob of cum hit Linda's insides like a punching fist. The fluid seemed to swell, then it exploded, plunging her guts into a dark river of fire. A dry, burning scream swept upward from her lungs.
"Up . . . here, cunt," Mike panted, shooting in another lump of scalding jism. "All the fucking way . . . unhhhh . . . take it here . . . here!"
His cock felt like a jackhammer out of control for Linda as it stabbed wildly, savagely. And with each hard thrust, she felt her climax become molten with release. Soon, every cell in her body exploded with fiery spasms. And when she was certain it was over-it had to be -more thundering waves of ecstasy swept around in her loins.
At last, with the final blast of his volcanic cum, their bodies melted together in one mass of writhing flesh. Mike kissed upward from her breasts and locked his mouth firmly around hers, stuck his tongue deeply over hers.
While Linda lay beneath his slowly relaxing form, she gently rocked her body back and forth. She could feel his cum seep back toward her opening, then froth-up her blonde pussy hairs, melt over his balls.
And even then there was an urgency about her passion that was almost frightening.
"Don't stop . . . don't, until you've done everything to me," she begged, scraping her fingernails over his shitter opening.
A few moments later, Mike pulled away and sat back on his haunches. He let his eyes play over her firm, perfectly proportioned body for a little while, then got off the bed. His he was thundering in his chest, and he felt a dark need that made his hands tremble.
He picked up the ropes that lay beside i bed and began tying her wrists to the top edge of the bed frame. After securing the knots, I repeated the motion with her ankles. As she lay in a giant X, he felt his cock get so hard, i tight, he thought his pulsating cockhead! split.
"You said I can do anything," he said, whisper.
"Yes," Linda said, squirming, pulling at the ropes, enjoying the way the rough hemp cut i to her flesh. She felt like a sacrifice before some pagan god. "Ohhhh . . .yes," repeated her eyes glazing with anticipation.
Mike left the room, then returned a short while later. And even before he reentered the room, Linda heard the soft clink of chains, and knew what he was going to do. It terrified and fascinated her, filled her with desire.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she said, her eyes locked on the dangling length of chain as if it were a metal, lethal snake.
"I think you know," Mike said, kneeling down on the bed.
Linda knew there would be pain, pain she hadn't dreamed possible. She also knew that they were both about to cross the barrier into a world of pure, animal ecstasy.
Mike yanked her legs apart with his large hands, then dropped the chain in a pyramid-like mass on her cum-splattered cunt hairs. Without another word, he stuffed the first link of the chain into her bubbly pussy opening. As Linda screamed out with pain, he pulled the other end of the chain free and shoved the first link under her body, forcing it into her stutter.
For Linda, it was like having two, cold, metal cocks in her body as both links squeezed her openings apart. And although the links weren't as big as his cock, they were hard and cold.
Mike placed his hands on both ends of the chain and began ramming link after link into her holes, first one in her pussy, another in her Bitter.
Linda felt as if a million links had entered her body, and still he forced in more. She heard herself screaming for him to stop, but he only continued, looking at her with sex-crazed eyes.
At last, the entire chain was inside her body, and the middle of it stretched from her pussy to her shitter. Around the silver-colored links, streams of juice formed, hung like milky dew.
"Now to stuff your mouth," Mike grunted, crawling forward and placing his knees in her armpits. He held his prick down with his right hand and held her head up with his left. His cockhead touched her parted lips, then hammered across her flickering tongue, pulsated between her tonsils.
"Take it . . . suck it to your brains, bitch," he said, falling over her face, squirming his ass around.
For Linda, it seemed as if his cock had grown by at least another five inches. The tip of his shaft was throbbing, his balls grinding between her teeth and lower lip. His wet, cum-soaked crotch hairs were scraping the insides of her nose.
"Mmmmmmffff," she choked, pulling against the ropes that bound her wrists. A lightning spasm of dark pleasure raced in her veins, constricted her breathing even more. Another animal-like cry became muffled in his coarse hairs.
"Suck on it, bitch . . . suck me fucking dry," Mike commanded, pounding his ass up and down, digging his cock fully in and out of her throat. "And when I blow my fucking load, I'm gonna yank the chain out . . . start you up like a goddamned lawn mower . . . "
While Linda chewed and sucked greedily on his ram-rodding prick, she could almost imagine the horrible sensations she would soon experience.
With the gush of his climax, his cum boiling wildly inside her mouth, he would pull the chain from her body, link by horrible link. Her openings would spread, close, spread, close.
And with each convulsion of pain, she would suck globs of his cum, feel her body spasm with one climax after another.
Never before had she wanted anything so bad, yet dreaded it at the same time.
It would somehow be the final defilement . . .
"Do it . . . God, do it!" she begged, jerking her ass up and down, feeling her openings tighten around the links of chain.
Although her words were only muffled gurgles around his cock, Mike knew instinctively what she wanted. Still, he wanted to hold back a little longer, to make the torture, complete.
"Not . . . yet," he said, jabbing wildly into her mouth, feeling his balls tighten, ready to explode. He flexed the muscles at his throbbing cock root, trying desperately to delay it a few seconds longer. "Little . . . more . . . God, a little more . . . "
While he felt his cock become almost rock-hard with passion, he reached behind his body and grasped the middle of the chain with his fingers.
Just a few seconds longer . . .
Linda's body was filled with such a sense of urgency she thought her mind would explode. She was fighting her own climax, wanting it to happen when she tasted his cum, when she felt the chain yank from her body. It was a desperate fight, however, leaving her body bathed in sweat.
Suddenly, she felt his cock expand, totally filling her sucking throat. A split-second later, the enormous, purple cockhead ballooned, steamed with the sweet flavor of cum, of man.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she choked, licking at the milky taste, no longer able to control the urges of her body. Her climax seemed to tear around the base of his cock, pulling at his root, then stormed downward, inflaming her stomach walls, her intestines, and finally the back of her cunt. Another shriek burst from her lips.
At that instant, Mike let himself go completely. He thrust hard into her throat, then relaxed the muscles at the base of his shaft. Instantly, a flood of delicious warmth surged up the center of his prick, blew from the end of his shaft. When the first, explosive wad of jism showered the back of her throat, he yanked on the chain, ripping it from her pussy and shitter openings.
At first, Linda felt as if she were flying through dark, icy-cold space, her body saturated with steaming rivers of cum. As the chain was swept from her body, however, the universe exploded in red warmth.
"Fucking . . . take it!" Mike screamed out, his face contorted in what looked like pure rage. "Goddamn you . . . screw all of me in your fucking mouth . . . "
Linda gulped eagerly on his cum once she got some muscle control back and felt the juices pour freely down her throat. And each time a glob burst from his cockhead, she experienced another convulsion of raw climax. Soon, there was an unending stream of hard spasms, like the clawing of a hand inside her body. Her pussy and shitter were on fire with pain and pleasure mixed.
"Aaaghhhhhh!" she spluttered, spewing out a foamy splatter of cum into his crotch hairs and over his balls.
"Ohhhh . . . lick, you cocksucking bitch," Mike yelled, pounding his full weight against her face, feeling the bulk of his load pulsate into her mouth. "Eat it . . . eat it! Choke to fucking death on it, you cum-gargling whore!"
Linda couldn't believe the enormous amount of jism that flooded her throat. And although she was starving for it, she couldn't begin to take all he had to offer. Soon, her mouth was plugged full, her throat clogged. Bursting wads shot from the corners of her mouth, glued his balls to her cheeks.
At last, he went limp on her face and slowly squirmed his ass around. His cock dug through the molten globs of cum, forced more of it from her mouth. As it streamed across her cheeks and stung her ears, Linda licked and chewed wildly.
"Mmmmmm, fantastic," she murmured, turning her head. His prick slipped from her mouth and pulsated against the side of her face. "Move off a little . . . I want the rest," she said, her tongue searching for the stray wads of cooling cum.
After she had cleaned him up, he rolled off, then tore the ropes from her wrists and ankles. Like a caveman, he grabbed her by the hair of the head and jerked her from the bed. He made her crawl behind him to the bathroom, then threw her into the tub.
Suddenly, her hands were on the faucet, where he retied her wrists. He stood behind her, between her legs, as she knelt looking up at the shower head.
"You filthy whore," he said, aiming his cockhead at the small of her back.
The warm trickle of his piss against her flesh caused a new wave of pleasure to race into Linda's cunt. She squirmed beneath him.
"Yes . . . God, yes," she said, feeling globs of pussy juice drip from her cunt. Her climax built quickly, then exploded, leaving her body aching, yearning, filled with an almost unbearable lust. "Yessss," she hissed, finally going limp.
After Mike shook his cock, he turned on the water, flooding them both with the cleansing needles of the warm spray.
A short while later, they were writhing in the soapy water as if trying to drown each other, their screams of ecstasy filling the small room.
CHAPTER TEN
Linda lay on the bed, her legs stretched wide, waiting for Stan. He would be home any minute now, and she could almost feel the massive size of his cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
She touched the fringe of delicate, blonde hairs and felt her insides quiver in anticipation. She had denied herself pleasure with Mike, preferring to wait for Stan.
Now, however, as the intense throbbing clutched her insides, she wished she hadn't let her nephew go over to Susan's. One last, wild screwing from him would have been wonderful.
"Fuck me . . . God, fuck me," she murmured, closing her eyes, tantalizing her opening with her fingertips. "Hurry home, Stan . . . I . . . I need it so bad I can taste it."
She rocked her hips up and down, let her fingers dip a little more deeply into her boiling cunt. The electric-like jolts of pleasure became more intense, causing her lungs to burn with a gathering scream of agony.
When she heard the car drive up, she raced to the living room and threw open the door, letting the late afternoon sun stream over her naked body.
Stan looked toward her and smiled as he lifted his tackle box and rods from the back seat. When he saw the urgency in her eyes, however, he dropped the equipment and closed the car door.
She looked different, he thought. Still yielding and soft, but . . . different. It was the look in her eyes, that was it. And then with a trace of bitterness, he wondered suddenly if she was going to tease him again.
Good thing for her he really loved her, or God only knows what he might be capable of doing. In fact, he had had a dream out in the woods a couple of nights ago. It was a dream that still made him feel ashamed, for in it, he had assaulted her, done everything to her he could imagine.
And even the screams of anguish from her had only made his blood hotter.
In the dream he had been reaming out her shitter. And when he awoke, he was climaxing. Milky globs of cum were spurting over his bare belly, causing him to flush beet red.
Christ, that hadn't happened since he was a kid!
"Hurry, will you?" Linda said from the door way.
You little cunt, I ought to screw the living shit out of you, he thought, walking quickly to the house. If you fucking really want it bad, you'll take it any way you can . . .
After she was in his arms, Linda fumbled with his clothes, felt his cock spring from his jeans like a friendly snake. She dropped to her knees and sucked the entire slab of prick into her throat.
"Wow, I guess you really missed me, huh?" Stan said, looking down at her gobbling mouth. "Well, not half as much as I missed you, sweetheart."
He was about to pull her to her feet and carry her to the bedroom, but she began crawling backward, pulling him with her. She sucked and chewed hungrily all the way to the bedroom, then pulled her head back when her backside touched the bedspread.
"Do it to me," she said, looking up. "Do . . . it all to me, Stan . . . "
Stan looked down at her, then to the bed. What the Christ were those ropes doing there? And that chain, and the pliers? It looked like a hardware display.
"Tie me up and fuck me . . . fuck me all over," Linda said, falling backward to the bed. She spread her legs wide and handed him the lengths of rope. "Here, I want you to do anything you've ever wanted to do with a woman." , I must have been out in the woods too long. I'm fucking hearing, seeing things, Stan thought. He had left a rather reserved woman, and now he returned to a wildcat woman with a pussy that was foaming and twitching like the mouth of a mad dog!
"Tie you up?" he repeated stupidly, his eyes on the fantastic curves of her body. "You . . . sure?"
"I've never been more sure," Linda said, her eyes glazed as she took in the full beauty of his rock-hard, bobbing cock.
"If I start, there might not be any stopping," Stan warned, remembering the dream.
"Mmmmm, I sure hope so," Linda giggled.
What the fuck had happened around here? Stan wondered. Oh well, that was something to think about later.
Much later . . .
Right now, he was going to tie this little bitch up and put it to her until she screamed. And even then he didn't know if he would stop.
He pulled the lengths of rope from her hand and tied her wrists together, feeling his hands shake with anticipation. He then rolled her to her stomach and attached more lengths of rope to her ankles. He tied the ends of the ropes together, forcing her legs wide, her feet touching her hands. In this position she looked almost like a tree frog, ready to jump. Her pussy and shitter opening were both exposed, and each hole was puckered tightly.
"I'm gonna cram it to your butt," Stan said, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs farther outward until she was almost in a split position. "And there ain't nothing you can do now to stop me."
"Give it to me," Linda gasped, writhing, waiting for the hard pressure of his rock-hard cock. "Make it hurt, you bastard . . . fuck it to me hard!"
Stan looked down at the curves of her ass cheeks, then spread them with his large hands. He took a quick gulp of air and jabbed his cockhead into the delicate, narrow crack.
Go easy, he told himself. Let her get used to it, and maybe we can finish. Just . . . go easy . . .
He punctured her shitter with one savage thrust.
"Yessssss!" Linda hissed out, throwing her head back. "God . . . "
His cock was so hard it felt like an iron rod up her ass. And even though waves of fiery pain shot into her guts, it only made the pleasure better for her. And in this position, he was planted fully inside her, his cockhead throbbing where no other had been.
"Jesus . . . fuck," Stan gasped, biting down on the back of her neck. She still hadn't screamed out for him to stop! "You . . . can take it," he added, his expression still a mixture of pleasure and surprise.
"Every . . . hard . . . fantastic inch," Linda gasped. "Ohhhh . . . now screw me! Screw the shit out of me, you big-dicked bastard!"
Stan didn't really know whether to hold back or let go completely. If he held back, he could enjoy it for an eternity, savor the waiting. If he let go, however, he was certain she couldn't stop him. Already his cum-load was boiling wildly, sending spasms of numb pain into his loins.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me full of cum!" Linda moaned, feeling his cock throb, stretch her asshole to the breaking point.
As Stan hammered it to her ass, he suddenly flinched, but not with pleasure. He heard Mike's voice and a girl's coming from the living room.
"Shit," he gasped, realizing they would have to be quieter. "I . . . I was hoping we could be alone for this."
"Whatever for?" Linda said, her body tingling with pleasure. "Mmmmm, we could make a foursome of it."
Stan heard each word, but he didn't understand. Foursome? Was she fucking joking?
"Hi, Uncle Stan," Mike said, pushing open the bedroom door.
"What the fuck?" Stan said, freezing, looking wildly from Linda to his nephew. The kid acted as if he owned the goddamned place!
And he had that Susan girl with him, the one that lived across the way. And she wasn't even the least bit shocked at what was going on!
"Come on in," Linda said, when she heard Mike's voice.
"What's happening?" Stan said, wondering if he'd gone totally crazy.
"Don't stop," Linda said, wiggling her ass.
"Mmmmm, it was feeling so good . . . "
Before Stan could even move, react to the strange goings on, he felt a pair of soft hands against the sides of his thighs. He jerked his head around and saw Susan. She was lowering her head to his ass, for Christ's sake!
"Can I lick out your asshole while you fuck her shitter?" Susan murmured, crawling between his legs.
"Oh . . . Jesus!" Stan gasped, feeling her warm, wet lips against the crack of his ass.
Suddenly his body was flooded with pleasure as Susan stabbed her tongue in his shitter, wetting-up his canal with her spit. He thought his cock was going to explode.
"Fuck me, Mike, while I chew on this sweet asshole," Susan murmured.
Stan still couldn't believe this was happening, but he couldn't fight it. He could only go with the delicious suckings of the girl's mouth, the way his wife's shitter pulled on his cock.
He began thrusting his prick quickly in and out, his mind racing with a million disjointed thoughts.
Fucking my wife in the ass-finally-and having a teenaged girl lick on my own butt, and Linda all tied up, and . . .
"God . . . fucking damn!" he cried out, every muscle in his body tightening.
His cum-load burst from his balls and swept into Linda's churning shitter canal. At the same time, his own shitter puckered, drawing the girl's tongue fully inside his hole.
"Fuckkkkkk!" he yelled, banging forward with his full strength.
Linda jerked and writhed wildly, working her shitter muscles around her husband's prick as he loaded her up with the delicious, boiling wads of cum. And each time a massive glob of juice speared into her guts, her orgasm intensified.
"Screw me, you bastard . . . God . . . screw me to pieces!" she wailed.
While the bulk of his load punched into her shitter, Stan watched with horrified fascination as his nephew walked to the side of the bed and pulled his jeans down. When his rock-hard cock sprang out, his wife grabbed for it and sucked it into her mouth!
Now, this was too much, he thought. Have they all gone completely nuts? It was one thing for that Susan to lick out his shitter, but for his wife to go down on a boy-their nephew, for God's sake!-right in front of him?
That was something else to think about later. But not right now, not in these precious few seconds. God, it felt like he was fucking his brains into her shitter.
"Oh, fuck me, too," Susan murmured, rolling her tongue over Stan's balls. "Will you do that, Mr. Simmons? Hmmmm? Will you fuck this big thing in my little pussy and load it up with cum?"
"Yes, fuck her, Stan," Linda murmured around Mike's cock. "Fuck her full and then I'll eat your cum out of her pussy."
Stan's mind seemed to grow numb. Hell, why even think about it at all? So what if they'd all gone crazy?
You can't argue with pleasure . . .
Especially pleasure like this!
After he'd pumped the last of his cum into Linda's shitter, he felt Susan's hands on his waist. The girl pulled him back onto her body, then reached for his cum-smeared cock. She kissed the side of his neck and began jacking his shaft with both hands.
"Get on your back and I'll ride this big cock," Susan said, nibbling at his flesh with her teeth. "Mmmmm, would you like that? I sure would . . . "
Dazed, Stan did as she asked, then watched her straddle his middle. Slowly, she let her tight, red-haired pussy slip over his cockhead, then come down to his hairy root.
"Ohhhh . . . I love big cocks to fuck," Susan gasped, running her fingers through the hair on his sculptured chest.
Stan turned his glance from the girl's upturned, full tits and looked at his wife and nephew. The boy had crawled between her legs where he had been and was now pounding his cock in and out of her cunt.
Oddly enough, he didn't feel jealous. Shit, how could he? While his wife was getting screwed like some animal in heat, his own prick was being bathed by a tight, oozing pussy, not three feet away!
"Fuck me, Mr. Simmons," Susan murmured, lowering her body down fully on his crotch. She squirmed around and then leaned forward, let her tongue play at his small nipples. "Mmmmm, I want you to blow my pussy apart with lots and lots of hot cum . . . "
Stan grabbed the girl's ass and began slamming her body savagely up and down. And then, when he felt the powerful spasms inside his loins, he jerked upward to a sitting position. He gobbled down on her sweet, young tits, then crushed her to her back.
He lay beside his wife, pounding the hell out of Susan's cunt, while his right hand moved over Linda's throat.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan cried out, clawing at Stan's back, forcing him harder against her burning body. "I . . . I'm there . . . ohhhh . . . Mr. Simmons . . . fuckkkkkk!"
As the girl's climax quivered around his shaft, Stan felt Linda's face against his shoulder. He turned his head and opened his mouth wide. Their lips met in a brutal kiss.
His cock exploded wildly, jabbing furiously into the girl's pussy, loading it up with blasting globs of cum.
Fucking a girl and kissing my wife at the same time, he thought. Holy fuck, what is . . . happening?
"Fuck her, Stan . . . God, fuck the hell out of her!" Linda groaned into her husband's throat.
"Unhhhh!" Mike said suddenly, pounding upward and grinding his ass around. "I'm . . . fucking . . . unhhh . . . take it, Linda . . . eat on my dick with your pussy, bitch!"
Linda's body flamed with passion when she felt her nephew's thick release swell her cunt. She moved with him as best as she could, her hands and feet yanking against the ropes that bound her. And while her orgasm peaked and her pussy absorbed his full load of young cum, she kissed her husband's mouth.
At last, all four lay in a writhing heap of flesh, their gasps of pleasure filling the room. Finally, Stan pulled away from Susan and sat back on his haunches, a wild look in his eyes.
"What the shit happened while I was gone?" he said. "It's like the whole world has turned upside down."
"Well, you wanted to screw me in the ass,"
Linda said, smiling. "You want things back the way they were?"
"I . . . I don't know," Stan said uneasily, his eyes going from his wife's naked form to the young girl sprawled in front of him.
"Mr. Simmons, I want you to fuck my ass now," Susan said, reaching for his cock. "Mmmmm, would you do that? Please?"
"Hell yes," Stan heard himself say.
"But I want you to tie me up first, and use these," Susan said, handing him the pair of pliers at her side.
"These?" Stan said, looking at the pliers as if they were some alien instrument. "What do you mean?"
"Pinch my tits," Susan said, squeezing her breasts together. "Mmmmm, I want it to hurt and feel good at the same time."
Stan clamped the jaws of the pliers around one pink nipple and heard the girl scream. Her voice filled him with an almost animal-like lust, causing his cock to expand, jerk with new life.
"Goddamn . . . I don't believe this," he said, jabbing his cock between the girl's thighs, puncturing her shitter. "But . . . but I love it . . . "
Watching her husband torture and fuck Susan filled Linda with a burning need for more cock. She began wiggling her body around, sucking on Mike's prick with her cum-filled cunt.
"Do me, too!" she begged. "Make me . . . hurt and fuck . . . screw me to pieces, bastard . . . "
While her nephew banged into her hole with lightning-like strokes, she heard the screams of pain and pleasure coming from Susan. Linda closed her eyes, wondering if this new-found thirst for lust she had discovered would ever be satisfied.
With bound hands, she reached out and touched her husband's pumping ass.
