Society is not an homogenous whole, no matter how much that impression is conveyed by television, politicians and the schools. People are constantly finding their ways into whole sub-strata of American society that is rarely ever treated in public.
One notable exception, of course, was the hippy movement. That was highly publicised because it affected and outraged so many people. Motorcycle gangs have also had their day, usually because of overt aggressive behavior that both scared and harmed the rest of society. But what about the surfers?
On the East and West Coasts of this country there is a distinct group of people, usually young but not always, deliniated by their appearance and dress. On the West Coast, the group reaches epidemic proportions. They are surfers. Their identifying mark is long, sun-bleached hair (sometimes helped with the peroxide bottle) and one of a variety of surfboards. Surfboards have their own fads and the true surfer usually is right in there with the styles.
Much like the Hell's Angels motorcycle club, the surfers seem to have their own rules. They ignore social convention, pack together in beach areas, and apparently share a loose sexual morality which values women somewhere under surfboards and not working for a living.
In most beach areas, there is usually a constant battle on between the area residents and the surfers because of invasion-like tactics in taking over the beaches and the loud beach parties that followsometimes with traditionally immoral behavior.
This book isn't a treatise on surfers. It is actually more of a study of what happens when a significant group of people find they can transcend the conventional law because of numbers and a sort of unwritten tradition. Sex, as the girl in this book finds out, becomes something much different from what society traditionally believes it to be. The same forces at work in motorcycle gangs and invading armies is at work here!
The importance of this book lies with the understanding that the power to do as one wants engenders a kind of insanity. Playing god is all right for God. But among humans, being above convention and law has an unsettling effect.
Pete and Ron in this book share a kind of microdictatorship. They are wilder and quicker to do the forbidden than the others, so they become leaders.
And the more they lead the less they are restrained until it seems to them they can do anything they desire-no matter how gross or inhumane. They share with Hitler and Attila the Hun and even some American politicians the feeling of power which sets them apart from the masses-and which ultimately they must abuse.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Stop it," Dee cried, almost losing her balance on the surfboard as she turned and pushed at Ron's hand that was trying to work its way under the material of her bikini bottom. Straddling the old fashioned, long board behind her, Ron's fingers worked their way between the cheeks of her ass. Dee squirmed and tried o pull away from him, again almost losing the precarious balance on the board. "You said you were going to teach me to surf."
"I said I would teach you some of the joys of surfing. Well, this is one of the joys of surfing," Ron responded.
Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, Dee gasp at what she saw. He had taken his bathing suit off his right leg and left it dangling around his left. His huge erect cock stood out from the center of his body like a bull's horn. Dee's eyes widened in shock. Ron's white crotch was in stark contrast to the deep tan of the rest of his body. That was one of the things that had first attracted her about him. His tan, while not as smooth and carefully cared for, was as deep as her own.
The sight of his big cock quivering inches away from her buttocks made her ears burn and she felt a hot flash spreading through her body. His fingers still pulled at her bikini spreading through her body. His fingers still pulled at her bikini bottom and she tried to stop him by reaching behind her and grabbing his wrists. Besides almost causing them to lose their balance again, her efforts achieved nothing. Ron's arms were as strong as a weight lifters from spending so many of his waking hours on a surfboard.
"Get your hands off me," she demanded, looking around to see if anyone else could see them. They bobbed up and down on the swells of the ocean, farther out to sea than most of the other surfers. They were too far away from them for anyone on a board to see what was happening, but from the line of apartment windows that lined the beach, she knew that anyone watching them through a pair of field glasses would be able to see everything that was happening. She pushed harder at his arms behind her, but his fingers were like iron.
"Let go of my wrists and put your hands on the board in front of you," Ron told her. "If you don't, I'm going to tear your bathing suit off and you won't have any way to get back in without everyone seeing you."
Dee could tell that he meant what he said. With rising excitement, she released his arms and grabbed the board the way she was told. She felt his fingers working at her buttocks, tracing a line down the crack of her ass and poking at the puckered center of her rectum. She shivered and leaned forward, giving his fingers more room to operate. She felt herself growing more and more excited as he explored the privacy of her body.
She felt a twinge of shame at what she was allowing to happen and for one moment she thought of her husband and what he would think if he knew what she was doing, but then she dismissed it from her mind. It was what he deserved for not being willing to do things with her and having his nose in a school book all the time. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be out here in the ocean anyway. If she got raped it would be his fault and not hers anyway. Besides, she had ran away from him and he didn't have any further claims on her. Not after today anyway.
She felt Ron pulling her back closer to him. Looking between her legs, she could see the head of his cock poking between her thighs as he squirmed his hips against her buttocks. The sight of his red cock head excited her. Her husband Jerry would never have even thought of making love to her on a surfboard. He was the biggest stick in the mud she had ever met and she didn't know why she married him in the first place.
Dee felt Ron's prick rubbing against her perineum as he ground his hips forward and back, his movements causing the board to bob up and down in the water. She clenched the muscles of her ass and cunt and pressed down against his cock. What she was doing was wicked and sinful and she felt a deep stirring of her emotions. She both wanted what was happening to her and yet she didn't. But as Ron's fingers continued tormenting her flesh and bringing her passion to life in her loins, the scales were tipped in favor of now. Do it! Let it happen!
His fingers pulled the crotch of her bathing suit aside, exposing her cunt and ass to his probing fingers and the top side of his cock. She looked at the shore several hundred feet to the East as his prick rubbed against her. The board where they sat kept bobbing down into the water. Dee felt the coolness of the ocean water on her legs and hips as she clung to the edges of the surfboard. She felt a sense of guilt at wanting Ron to continue toying with her body, but she didn't want to stop either.
Ron's hands circled her waist and reached down to her pubic, his fingers raking through her dark curls and separating the lips of her cunt. She felt his nails raking across the tender node of her clit and exciting it to immediate attention. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of arousal stirring her loins. She could get off the board right now and swim to shore. She could get in her VW and drive home. She would get there before Jerry got home from school. She could destroy the note she left for him and he would be none the wiser, but something kept her rooted where she was, clinging to the board with her fingers and wanting Ron to stick his huge cock into her pussy.
But Ron was in no hurry. He had all afternoon to toy with her in the water. He could play with her body and soak up the sun at the same time. With the index finger of his right hand, Ron traced the line of her slit. He dipped his finger inside and worked some of the growing amount of viscous fluid onto Dee's cunt lips. The salt water washed it away as fast as he smeared it over her flesh. Drawing his hands out to grip the insides of Dee's thighs, Ron worked his hips closer to her buttocks. Humping forward, he worked his tool like a saw at her crotch.
Dee felt his fingers squeezing and massaging her thighs. A hot flush spread through her body as his cock poked at her cunt lips, threatening to stab into the quivering tunnel of her vagina. Dee wiggled her buttocks back against him, lifting her hips up to make more room for his tool to plow between her thighs and reach the growing arousal of her snatch.
Ron's hands moved up her body from her hips to her breasts. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her bikini halter and lifted it up above her firm breasts. His fingers dug into the mountainous flesh, squeezing and massaging her flesh until Dee felt her pulse racing madly through her veins. Caressing her skin, Ron worked his fingers to the tips of her boobs and twisted and pinched her nipples. Dee squirmed under the manipulation of her breasts, feeling the electric charges of sensuous energy spreading from her twin globes down through her body to mingle with the arousal of her cunt.
All thoughts of returning to Jerry and abandoning the apartment she had rented that day dis appeared from her mind as her body responded to the erotic stimulation of Ron's hands. She felt Ron's cock head spreading her pussy lips and pushing into the slit of her cunt. Despite the arousal of her body and the need she felt to have his tool reaming in and out of her pussy, she heard herself pleading with him to let her alone.
"You like it, baby. Admit it," he countered, his fingers digging into the flesh of her breasts with bicreased pressure. Dee felt the titillation of his fingers driving her wild with desire. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut against the lust churning through her loins.
She felt his hips grinding against her buttocks and forcing his cock head into her pussy. With their position on the board, however, each forward thrust of his body drove his cock into her body but each time his hips drew back to stab into her box again, his cock slipped from the grip of her cunt lips. Dee leaned farther forward on the board and lifted her buttocks and rached her back to make her snatch more accessible to his feverish organ.
Quickly, he took advantage of her new position and drove his dong deeply into her pussy, pulling back on her hips at the same time with his fingers. He buried his cock as deeply into her hot center as their position would allow. With compelling need, Ron drove his weapon in and out of her body, squeezing and pinching the flesh of her hips and buttocks as he labored behind her. The board bobbed wildly up and down in the water as they struggled against each other to get the maximum penetration of his organ into her cunt.
Dee felt her orgasm looming larger and larger as blood surged into her cortch like hot lava, ready to explode. His movements became frantic behind her and she knew that he too was close to orgasm. Over and over they stabbed their bodies at each other, both of them lost in the sensual delight of thingling nerve endings. Each thrust of Ron's cock caused the board to teetter precariously in the water, threatening to spill them into the ocean. Dee kept her fingers dug into the edge of the board, both to maintain her balance and to give support to the awkward position she was trying to hold.
She felt his hot cock reaming in and out of her pussy and splashing the cool water over her loins like a blacksmith tempering a branding iron. His tool sucked and pumped at her flesh in a frantic cadence of rhythmic movement, stabbing and slurping at her box like a starving animal. Dee leaned even farther forward on the surfboard until her chin rested on the waxed surface and water slapped against her cheeks.
Her cunt sucked and clawed at his thrusting cock as she approached closer and closer to the explosive moment of orgasm. And then she felt the hot splashes of Ron's cock blasting load after load of viscous cum into her cunt as he reached a violent climax. The sensuous delight of feeling his balls unloading themselves into her body and filling her pussy with the sticky juices of his lust brought Dee to the very brink of orgasm and left her hovering there for what seemed like an eternity.
And then, with an intensity she had not believed possible, she exploded into a climax of her own, her body writhing and coiling on the surfboard. "I'm cumming," she screamed. "I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMMMMING!" She flayed her hips back against him in an uncontrollable contortion of lust. "Fuck me, fuck me. Oh, god, it feels so good. Don't stop. Harder, faster. Fuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeee!"
Over and over, the contractions of her orgasm ripped through her body, tossing her precariously about on the surfboard like a puppet on a string. She felt the contractions burning through her flesh and causing her entire body to twist and writhe helplessly under the plummeting of Ron's cock. Load after load of cum filled her cunt until it oozed back out around the sides of his churning cock.
And still her orgasm blasted through her flesh like a raging forest fire. Dee's scream of pleasure echoed over the water as Ron's hard cock continued plunging in and out of her clawing cunt lips. She felt his fingers twisting and milking at her nipples, pulling and stretching her tender flesh in a sadistic craving of self lust. Dee's breath hissed in and out of her lungs in deep inhalations that caused her breasts to swell and pull against the clawing of his fingers.
She thought she would pass out from the intensity of her orgasm. The lustful heaving of her climax went on and on as she frantically flayed her buttocks back against his thrusting cock. But final-ly Ron's big dick stopped spitting cum into her cunt and began to grow soft. Exhausted, Dee rested on the board, feeling the after-glow of her orgasm shimmering through her body as though she were laying on a vibrating bed. With her eyes closed, she felt the gently rising and lowering of the surfboard as the swells rose and fell under them.
Ron's cock continued to shrink in her cunt until it fell from her pussy lips with a soft sucking sound. More cum drained from between her slit and dripped down her thighs. And as her arousal drained away, shame and guilt at what she had allowed to happen replaced her passion. She lay flat on the board, her legs dangling over each side, her naked breasts pressed against the cold surface of the board, the ocean water splashing gently against her skin.
"That was very interesting," a strange voice said from a few feet away from them to the right.
Dee gasped and sat up quickly, her eyes flying open. A surfer sat straddling his board, a smile on his face, watching them. Quickly, Dee pulled the halter of her bikini back down over her breasts.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her face flushing in embarrassment at what he had witnessed. Her fingers pulled at her bikini bottoms next and covered her pussy as quickly as she could.
"I'm just a friend of Ron's. My name is Peter." He looked at Ron. "Man, that was some show you just put on. Is it a private party or can just anyone join?"
Dee expected Ron to tell him where he could get off, but his words shocked her and made the already flushed color of her skin turn an even deeper red. "It's not private, Pete. It's free to anyone who wants to join in."
Dee was so shocked and angered that she couldn't think of anything to say. She sat fuming on the board as the swells continued rocking them gently up and down. Finally, she said, "I have something to say about whether it's a private party or not-and for your information the party is over."
Ron laughed. "You don't have to get sore. Remember it was your idea to come out here."
"I asked you to teach me to surf. I didn't say anything about a party. That was your idea."
"Well, whoever had the idea," Peter said, "it looks like you both enjoyed it. I just wanted to know if I could join in." He looked at the surfboard they were sitting on. "I wondered if you might be up to something special, Ron, when I saw you totin' that big ol' board down to the surf. I haven't seen one of those things in the water in a long time. How does it ride?"
"Pretty good. You'll have to try it some time."
Dee felt humiliated and foolish sitting there while they talked around her as though she wasn't even there. She wished now that she had not gotten the bright idea to run away from her husband and spend their small savings on an apartment in Mission Beach. And now it was too late to get home before her husband returned from school. He was probably reading her note right now and wondering what had gone wrong.
She looked toward shore and shivered. The idea of going back to her apartment alone was not as appealing as it had been this morning when she had first found it. She had been bored and wanted excitement. But now, looking at the way Peter leered at her, she wondered if meybe she had not already found too much.
CHAPTER TWO
With his eyes still leering at Dee, Peter said, "Why don't you let me try that old surfboard, Ron? I never have used one of those big boards." His eyes kept staring at Dee's bikini top. "You can use my board. Besides, you're through with any real reason to have one of those old long boards. I've still got a lot of fresh juices in me."
Dee gasped as she realized what Peter was asking Ron for. He didn't want to use the board to surf on. All he wanted was a chance to get on the board with her.
"Sure. Why not?" Ron responded, slipping off the surfboard behind her and swimming over to Peter. He grabbed Peter's board while Peter slid into the water and swam over to Dee.
Dee watched the exchange with shocked humiliation. She was being traded like an old glove. She felt her pussy quivering at the thought of Peter climbing on the board behind her with the intention of doing the same thing to her that Ron had done. A deep flush spread over her skin. As Peter paddled over to her board and grabbed her right thigh to pull himself close to her, Dee felt her anger and humiliation building within her body. "I'm not someone you can pass from person to person," she insisted, her heart beating wildly in her breast.
Neither of them responded to what she said. They acted as though she had nothing to say in the matter. Ron climbed onto Peter's surfboard while Peter heaved himself up behind Dee. With a wave of his hand, Ron lowered himself over Peter's board and paddled off toward shore, slicing his board through the water with expert strokes that quickly took him in to a point that he could catch a wave and ride into the surf.
Dee found herself alone with Peter. She looked around in panic. Again there were no other surfers near them to see what they did. Peter slid close to her on the board and put his hands on each side of her hips. Dee pushed at his arms. "Keep your hands off me," she said, feeling the shame of knowing Peter thought of her only in terms of sex. He didn't even know her, yet he thought he was going to make love to her out in the middle of the Pacific ocean.
"What's your problem?" Peter said. "You act like you have spmething special that will only function for Ron. Get with it, baby. I can turn you on better than Ron. You haven't seen me in action." He moved his hands up from her hips, drawing his fingers along her flesh until he reached her haltered breasts.
Dee grabbed his hands, but it was about as useful as it had been to grab Ron's hands. Peter's body was as muscled as Ron's from long hours on a surfboard. His fingers dug into her breasts, squeezing them in a painful warning to cooperate. She tried to shrug him off, pulling at his hands and twisting her shoulders in an attempt to wiggle out of his arms. His fingers tightened on her breasts.
Peter was not as good looking as Ron. His hair was sun bleached to the same color of straw, but his features were not as rugged and masculine looking. He was almost too pretty to be considered good looking for a man. His skin was tanned a smooth honey color. His fingers worked themselves under her halter top and she felt the nerves in her nipples surging to life with tiny tingles of energy that shot from her breasts down through the rest of her body.
"If you don't let me go, I'll scream," she said.
"Go ahead and scream," Peter said. "I don't see anyone around who would object to a little noise." He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "I like the way your boobs feel in my hands. Turn around and face me. I want to look at them."
"No. Get off this board and leave me alone."
"If I did, how would you get back to shore. Can you ride a board through the surf by yourself?"
"That's none of your business." But suddenly she realized she couldn't ride the board in to the shore by herself. If anyone got off the board it would have to be her. Just as she made the decision that she would swim to shore by herself, she felt his hands shift to her back and immediately her halter came away in his hands. Again she gasped and grabbed for her bikini top, but it was too late. Peter held the material out of her reach behind him.
"Now don't get panicky," he said. "We're going to have some fun out here."
Without thinking about the consequences of her action, Dee immediately scrambled off the board into the water and began to swim for shore, kicking as hard as she could with her feet and digging deeply into the water with her hands. She heard Peter calling her but she paid no attention. And the fact that she had only her bikini bottoms on did not register in her mind until she had swam well away from the board. And then when she realized she would reach the shore with nothing to cover her breasts, her pride would not let her turn back.
She kept swimming, feeling the coolness of the ocean bathing her naked breasts as she struggled through the water. Her new apartment was right on the ocean. She would just have to run up the beach and get inside as fast as possible. The problem was there were a lot of people sun bathing on the beach. There was no way she would be able to get to her apartment without being seen, but she didn't care. She was not going to be passed around from surfer to surfer without having something to say about it.
A moment later out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Peter paddling calmly along beside her on Ron's board. "Hey, wait a minute," he said. "You don't have to get huffy. I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't already done with someone else. What's the big problem?"
She didn't answer him. She was getting closer to the place where the swells were lifting themselves up into large waves. Peter kept paddling along beside her. Finally she turned and demanded her halter top back, but when she looked at him, she didn't see it in his hand. "Where is it?"
"I don't have it. I threw it at you when you got off the board. If you didn't get it, it's your own fault. Maybe you better climb aboard here and we'll paddle back out to sea. You can't go back to the beach naked." His smile covered his entire face.
Dee was more determined than ever now that she would not do what Peter wanted. He was crude and she wanted no part of him. Yet the closer she got to the beach, the harder her heart pounded in her breast. Realizing she was soon going to expose her naked tits to the entire world, she couldn't still the growing arousal that oozed into her flesh in a perverse suring of titillation. Peter was an animal and she didn't give herself to animals. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She had given herself to Ron and he had turned out to be the worst animal.
Still, she kept swimming for shore as hard as she could, hoping that as she got closer, Peter would give up the chase and leave her in peace. But he didn't. He kept his relative position to her in the water, paddling along beside her on the board and trying to talk her into giving up the idea of fleeing back to the beach. But she had gone too far already to back down now. She had committed herself to escape and she was going to do it no matter how embarrassing it turned out to be once she reached shore.
She closed her ears and eyes to Peter now as she felt the waves beginning to assist her as they lifted and pushed her toward the beach. At last she felt the sand on her toes. White breakers surged around her as she allowed herself to be pushed the remainder of the way to the beach. She kept her body in the water until she was in less than a foot depth. And then, looking around her at the beach covered with sun bathers, she stood up and began running toward her apartment, her arms folded over her breasts as best she could.
She felt like a streaker as she dashed as quickly as possible across the sandy beach. It took less than three minutes for her to run the distance from the surf to the door of her apartment. She knew that every eye on the beach was staring at her as she raced across the sand. She cringed with embarrassment, but at the same time, she felt her body flushing with an excitement that she could only term as sexual. She just knew that everyone on the beach knew what she had been doing in the ocean. It was the perverseness that excited her and caused the juices to flow in her cunt.
Ignoring the stares and sudden calls of surprised but delighted males, Dee reached her door in record time. She had to stop and lift the welcome mat to retrieve her key and then she was inside. She leaned back against the door, breathing deeply, her tired arms dangling at her sides as her breasts rose and fell with her breating. She felt her pussy quivering sensually as she rested against the door. She could see her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the studio apartment.
She watched the rise and fall of her breasts. She realized how sexually aroused she was. Slowly, she pushed her bikini bottoms down over her hips and stepped out of them. She leaned back against the door and studied her reflection. She liked the way the sun had tanned her skin and left two bands of white around her body. Her large breasts were white and pure looking and the dark curls over her mound added a sensual contrast. Her hands began caressing her breasts and nipples.
As the passion throbbing through her veins grew, Dee's hands explored her creamy flesh with an erotic need to find release for the passion flaming through her loins. Her fingers traced lines down from the firm flesh of her breasts to the smoothness of her stomach and down to the curls between her thighs. She touched her cunt lips and separated them to expose the tender pink slit of her vagina. Her fingers pressed into her snatch and felt the stickiness of the fluid oozing from her box. She smeared the viscous fluid over her lips and into the curls of her mound. She felt her body quivering and writhing sensually at her touch.
Griding her hips at her finger tips, Dee sucked her lower lip between her teeth. She felt the blood rushing through her veins. White spots danced in front of her eyes. Her fingers moved rapidly between her lips, twisting and manipulating her tender cunt in a circular motion that caused her hungry cunt to yearn for the thick shaft of a human cock. She closed her eyes and pictured Ron's big cock the way it had looked when it was stabbing between her thighs on the surfboard. She wanted that in her.
Dee didn't want to want it, but she did. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she watched the way her body responded as though on its own to the lusting of her flesh.
With her hips grinding at her reflection, Dee licked her lips and visualized the sight of Ron's cock working itself hot and heavy in her pussy, thrusting and churning into the center of her slit like a piston. She could almost feel it working away inside her hungry pussy lips. Again and again, she thrust her naked pelvis upward, her eyes riveted on her image. She plunged her fingers as deeply into her pink cunt slit as she could get them, working her first finger in and then adding a finger one at a time until she had forced all four of her fingers into her cunt, stretching her pussy lips to their utmost.
Just as her passion reached a crescendo of intensity that could only result in orgasm if continued, a lound knock sounded on the door. Startled, Dee spun around, her hands leaving her cunt and going to her mouth. Immediately the door started opening. Dee was too frightened even to scream. Who could it be? Someone on the beach who had seen her running naked and now wanted God knows what from her. She stepped back, her eyes searching frantically around the room for something to hide her nakedness. She spotted her bikini on the floor, but the door was opening toward it and she was afraid to approach it.
A face appeared in the opening. It was Peter. Dee didn't know whether to be relieved or more alarmed. She knew exactly what Peter wanted. He wanted pussy. He wanted to fuck her. He had a cock and god knew how she needed that now, but she couldn't do that. If she did, she knew that word would get around on the beach like sea gulls swarming on garbage.
But her body was aroused to a point that refused to allow her to think rationally. She saw the leer of Peter's grinning face as he approached her after closing and locking the door behind him. She watched her eyes as he stared at her nakedness. A thrill shot through her body like an electric current, sizzling and burning through her flesh. She loved it. It was the most exciting thing she had ever experienced. It was filled with intense fear and longing. Oh, dear god, she realized what she wanted at this moment more than anything else in the world was for Peter to rape her!
The realization came as a horrifying shock. How could she even think such a thing? Yet she did. She watched with her breasts burning with lust, their nipples puckered and throbbing as Peter approached her. He walked slowly across the room as Dee continued backing away. Her hands went from her mouth to her breasts as if to protect them. And then realizing that he was staring lustfully at the center of her crotch, she shifted one of her hands to her mound, her fingers spread to cover as much of her dark curls as possible.
Closer and closer he came. She couldn't let this happen, but at the same time she couldn't scream. Her back touched the mirror against the far wall. "No," she said. "Don't do this."
"What are you afraid of?" Peter replied. "You did it with Ron out on the surfboard where everyone could see you from their apartment windows. I don't see what you could have against fucking me in the privacy of your own bedroom."
Dee choked back a sob of grief at the truth of his words. What a fool she had made of herself. On the first day of her freedom she had managed to expose herself to the whole of Mission Beach. She had visions of her name being written in phone books all over San Diego. "Leave me alone, Peter. You don't have any right to force me."
Her words were like waving a flag in front of a bull. Peter pushed at his trunks with the thumbs of his hand, lowering them below his hips and then leaning over and pushing them the rest of the way down his legs. When he stood up, Dee gasped at the size of his cock. Already his huge throbbing penis stood at complete attention. It quivered between his legs like a bull's cock. She stared lustfully at his pulsing organ. Her mouth watered to taste the silkiness of the smooth skin covering his corona. Her entire body yearned to have him pumping his tool into her pussy, but she fought against the feeling.
He gave her no choice in her action, however. His hands gripped her shoulders like a vise and pulled her to the floor. His mouth bent to hers and covered her lips with his teeth. He sucked at the moisture in her mouth, at the same time slobbering over her like a horse. Dee pushed at his shoulders, her dark brown eyes staring daggers at him, her mouth trying to twist away from him. Yet all the time she fought against him, her quivering flesh lusted for his cock. No, no! It was Ron's body she wanted. It was the fact that she had seen him so often on the beach when she was still living with Jerry and had driven to the beach in boredom from spending so many hours sitting in their apartment and watching him study.
The first time she had seen the rugged, tanned body of Ron, she had felt a twinge of passion shooting through her loins. That sort of sexual appetite had never happened to her before just from looking at a man, but it had with Ron. She knew that had played a part in her decision to leave Jerry and find her own apartment. It had been luck that she had seen Ron this morning and told him of her interest in learning how to surf. But now with Peter forcing her onto her back on the floor and working his right leg between her thighs, she knew her reputation in Mission Beach was not going to start out sky high.
Perhaps if she had not started masturbating herself as soon as she had stepped inside her apartment, her flesh would not be crying out to her with such forcefulness to find release for her aroused passion. She fought against the sin of her flesh and against Peter. If it was Ron she wanted, she could not let herself be taken by his friends. With renewed strength, she pushed against Peter's shoulders, her finger nails digging into his skin. But Peter was much too strong for her and his aroused lust drove him on as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands up over her head and stretched them out on the floor, pinioning them there with the strength of his shoulders.
Laying on top of her body, Peter worked both of his legs between her thighs and forced his hips into her center, his cock dry fucking her hairy mound. She felt the under side of his cock rubbing hotly across her slit, working its thick shaft between her lips and smearing the oozing juices of her pussy over his organ. His shaft rubbed over his clit causing the friction of his dong to burn into her flesh like fire and arouse her to an intense passion that left no room for her will to fight too strongly against him.
Suddenly she gave up all pretense of not wanting him to stab his cock into her pussy. Her lust overcame the last shred of her resistance and her hands went to his waist and searched for his organ sliding over her sex. She grasped his shaft between both of her hands, feeling the sticky juices of her cunt on her fingers. She stroked his cock with the tips of her fingers, pulling the skin of his shaft up over his throbbing head and then forcing it back down his shaft until his organ was stretched tightly and she could feel the blood surging hotly along the veins in his shaft.
Her thighs spread apart in welcome to his body. Working his red cock head into the slit of her pussy, Dee ground her hips upward at the same time he drove into her with the full force of his body. She felt his cock spearing between her pussy lips and tearing into the slick tunnel of her vagina. As his shaft buried itself deeply into her body, she felt her membranes stretched to the maximum from the mammouth size of his rod. She screamed out with both delight and pain as her cunt sleeve was forced to receive his entire organ.
His mouth sucked at her face and neck, his saliva drooling over his skin obscenely. His teeth bit at her neck and shoulders as he worked his mouth down her body until he reached her heavy breasts that pushed up against him like the pointed tips of two mountains. He licked his tongue over her breasts like he was feasting on an ice cream cone. She felt her flesh titillated by the coarse surface of his tongue as he lapped like a starving beast at her nipples. He sucked her pink tips into his mouth and bit gently with his teeth, grinding and twisting her nipples until her body writhed from the sensuous charges of energy shooting down through her body from her boobs.
With his cock pumping away inside her pussy, Dee's breathing came in deep gasps that hissed through her feverish throat. She kept her eyes open as she arched her back and spread her thighs to his brutal onslaught. As his cock slashed in and out of her pussy like a piston, Dee humped her hot body upward with a rhythm that matched his own. She felt her pussy lips sucking and clawing at his organ in lustful abandonment. Oh, god, she loved the feeling of his thick tool pluging wetly into her snatch and filling her to the brim with his hot meat. It slurped and sucked at her juices with insatiable thirst.
Peter reached his hands down to her thighs and slipped his fingers behind her knees. Pulling her legs up to her shoulders and resting his weight on her shins, he thrust his weapon into her snatch as hard as he could. Dee quivered with the intensity of his churning prick, slicing and spearing into the very center of her hot pussy. As his mouth continued sucking on her nipples, she brought her hands to his head and curled her fingers in his hair. She pulled his face hard against her breasts and forced her nipples deeper between his lips.
Dee felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. Her hips flayed frantically at his invading cock and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed as she gave herself up to the sensual arousal of her flesh. But then suddenly his cock was no longer in her pussy as he was crawling above her body, turning around so that his face was looking into the center of her dripping cunt and his cock hung above her face, juice dripping down onto her lips and his balls swinging freely only a fraction of an inch above her eyes and nose. "Eat me," he ordered.
Dee shivered at the thought of having his cock covered with the juices of her body stuffed into her mouth. She didn't like the idea of being forced to lick her own cum juices from his dick. Even though she was already seventeen years old, she had never sucked a cock. Jerry had wanted her to suck his once a couple of months ago, but she had refused. And now she was being ordered to suck a stranger's penis. Somehow it seemed more exciting to be ordered to suck a cock than it had seemed when her husband had pleaded like a child for her to do it.
Peter's tool touched the tip of her nose and she smelled the heavy muskiness of the juices smeared over his flesh and the smell of his own body odor. She liked the smell. It had a heavy sex smell to it that caused the juices to flow even more copiously within her pussy lips. She tilted her head up and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick the slick head of his cock. The cum juice tasted slightly salty. Opening her mouth wide, she took the whole of his head into her mouth and sucked on the silky texture of the smooth skin.
She was doing it. She had his cock inside her mouth and it tasted good. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips and rolled down her cheeks as she continued lapping and sucking her puckered mouth on his cock. His hips ground forward in a slow testing motion that made it possible for her to work some of his thick shaft deeply into her mouth. She'd read about what it was like to suck a cock and how a person could relax the muscles of their throat and allow the cock to plunge all the way into their throat. She tried it, relaxing her muscles as much as possible and tilting her head so that her throat was carefully alined with the curved shaft of his cock. She felt his hot head working itself deeper and deeper into her throat. At first she started to gag, but as her throat relaxed more, she felt his prick sliding past the point that caused her to choke.
Dee felt his face bury itself into the curls of her crotch. His tongue licked along the slit of her pussy, separating her lips and drinking up the juices flowing like rich honey from the pink center of her cunt. She wiggled her thighs and squeezed them around his head, enjoying the feeling of his hair and ears rubbing against the sensitive skin of her legs. She felt his head bobbing up and down as his tongue worked in his throat and tantalized her flesh.
The moans of pleasure coming from her throat sounded like the gurgled choking of a drowning person. She felt his cock bury itself all the way to the base of his shaft as he plowed his hips into her face. His scrotum with its twin walnut sized balls slapped against her eyes and nose as his passion kept his body churning up and down above her. She felt his tongue stabbing into the very center of her cunt and slipping wetly up the tunnel of her love nest as though it was a snake burrowing into her hole.
Her hips churned and writhed in uncontrolled lust as his tongue continued tormenting her flesh to the point that she knew she would not be able to hold back her climax much longer. She felt his fingers massaging and squeezing her buttocks as his mouth feasted at her box. He spread her butt and traced his fingers along the damp crack of her ass. She gasp with delight as he pressed a finger into the puckered entrance of her anus. Spreading her ass cheeks as far apart as possible, Peter pushed his finger past her quivering sphincter and stabbed it deeply into her rectum.
Dee felt his digit plunging up the tunnel of her bowels like a dagger as her buttocks squeezed themselves around his finger in a motion that acted like a sucking mouth, encouraging his continued invasion. Her buttocks pounded like coiled springs against his hand as her pussy lips sucked at his mouth. She felt his tongue reaching deeply into her box and sucking out the juices almost as fast as they bubbled up from her flesh.
His cock continued plunging in and out of her throat, working like a wedge in her mouth that kept her head tilted up and the saliva of her mouth lubricating his shaft with each stroke of his hips. Dee was forced to breath in on his out strokes. Each breath she took sounded wetly in her throat. And then like the explosion of a volcano, his cock began blasting load after load of his hot, sticky cum into her throat and mouth. The first thick gob struck the back of her throat and smeared over her tongue as his balls pumped the fluid from the slit of his head. The cum rolled around her tongue and she tasted the flavor in her mouth with sensual enjoyment.
As his orgasm spasmed through his body, Peter went wild above her. He sucked and stabbed his tongue into her pussy with an urgency that stirred her arousal to new heights. His finger reamed in and out of her ass and his cock flayed with uncontrolled passion in her mouth. Dee's body lapped up the attention like a sponge. She sucked greedily at his cumming cock, drinking and swallowing his semen as though she were starving while her cunt clawed at the rapidly darting tongue licking at her pussy and her ass devoured his finger reaming into her butt.
Her own orgasm exploded within her body with the intensity of two worlds colliding together. She screamed and arched her back so hard that he was bucked for a moment from her body. He clambered back over her like a cowboy on a helpless calf as she continued to coil and writh under him as her passion unleased itself with charges of sensual energy that blasted through her flesh like exploding suns. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed as his cock was pulled momentarily from her mouth. "Oh, god, it feels so good. Don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me. Rape me hard. Make it hurt. Oh, dear Jesus, please. Rip me apart."
And then his cock rammed again between her lips and stabbed deeply into the back of her throat. She closed her lips around it and sucked at the cum still shooting from the slit in his head. Her mouth gobbled at his organ as the charges of exploding energy in her cunt coiled her flesh into helpless spasms of orgasm. She clawed at his back with her nails, feeling his skin being scraped in shreads under her fingers. She could not stop the convulsions of her flesh that caused her to cling to him like a drowning person in the ocean.
The tip of Peter's tongue flicked like a snake's across the erect node of her clit, sending every nerve of her body into uncontrollable spasms. Over and over her body convulsed and writhed under the manipulation of his tongue, cock and finger. Never had she experienced so much stimulation to so many different parts of her body at the same time.
She loved it. She wanted it to continue forever.
Her fingers clawed all the way down his back until she reached his buttocks. Copying the invasion of his finger into her anus, Dee spread his buttocks and drove the index finger of her right hand straight into his ass with one hard shove of her hand. She felt her finger nail cutting into his puckered anus like a knife and driving all the way to the knuckle of her hand. He screamed again as her fingers clamped down on his scrotum and locked his balls to the palm of her hand.
Not until she had sucked all of the cum into her mouth that his balls had to offer did she release her hold on his cringing scrotum. As the passion began to drain away in her own flesh, she kept her mouth locked to his cock, sucking at his organ as it slowly began to grow soft in her mouth. She locked her thighs around his head and kept his face pressed into the steaming center of her pussy while she rested from the intense release of her passion.
Finally she let go of him and allowed him to roll from her body. He stretched out beside her like an exhausted child, his arms and legs flopping out to the side. She turned her head and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he sucked air into his lungs. As the exhilaration of her orgasm began to diminish, Dee felt it being replaced by a feeling of shame at the way she had acted. She looked away toward the back wall and her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror as she lay on the floor with her legs spread obscenely and her fingers resting like a nympho on the twin mounds of her breasts.
Suddenly she sat up and turned her back to him. "Get out." she ordered. "Get out." She hugged her breasts in her arms and rocked back and forth on the floor as she thought of Jerry and how she had left him thinking she might meet Ron. And she had met Ron, but she had also made a fool of herself. It all seemed wrong somehow now. Nothing had gone the way she had intended. "Get out," she said again. "Please."
Peter sat up and looked at her, his face now twisted into a sadistic mask. "Screw you, baby. I don't know who you think you are, but you'd better come down off your high horse because if you don't, I know a lot of guys who would just love to have the same thing from you I just got."
Dee spun around, her eyes wide and frightened. "What do you mean?" she demanded, but she knew what he had in mind. And suddenly she realized that she had gotten herself into a situation that could prove to be even more frightening than she had at first thought.
CHAPTER THREE
"I don't put out to a lot of guys," Dee said, the corners of her brown eyes filling with moisture. She stood up, sniffing, and ran into the bathroom to hide, but Peter jumped up and followed her before she had a chance to lock the door on him.
Blocking the door with his body, Peter leaned against the door frame, his soft cock dangling like a wet rope between his legs. "Not so fast, baby. I'm not through with you yet. We've only just started. If you don't want to fuck the whole beach, you better start acting a little more co-operative."
"You've already gotten what you wanted. Can't you just leave me alone now?" Dee said, unable to hold back her tears any longer. She leaned over the wash basin, her shoulders hunched, her eyes closed. She felt his hands on her shoulders. "Stop it," she cried, but he ignored her words and began caressing his hands down her arms to her hips. He fondled her buttocks and moved close behind her so that his soft cock pressed into the crack of her ass. Still, he ignored her words and moved his hands around her body so that her arms were pinned to her sides and his fingers touched the curls of her mound.
She squirmed her shoulders in an attempt to pull away from him, but she was wedged tightly against the sink. His fingers raked through her pubic hair, toying with her as though she were a child to be teased. "I like touching you," he said. "Maybe I'll just spend the rest of the afternoon touching you."
Dee looked at him in the mirror over the sink. His yet unaroused prick pressed tighter into her ass as he smiled at her, his eyes lustful and demanding. She felt her heart quicken and her cunt to quiver as she realized he might force her to do other foul things to him. Suddenly her mouth filled with saliva and she swallowed quickly. She covered her breasts with her hands and before she realized what it would look like to him, her tongue came out and licked across her lips.
His fingers stretched her pussy lips wide apart, pulling them back as far as he could stretch them until her slit was gaping open to expose the tender pink flesh of her inner cunt. His hips pushed into her buttocks and forced her open pussy to be pressed against the cold tile of the wash basin. Dee felt the cold shooting through her flesh like a frozen cock had been stabbed into her pussy. She tried to back away, but his body prevented it. Strangely the hard surface sky rocketed the sensitivity of her nerves twinging within her pussy and caused her clitoris to roar immediately to life in the protective sheath at the top of her slit.
Using his hips against her buttocks and his hands spreading her pussy lips, Peter ground her wet flesh into the tile basin, working her around in a circular motion that forced her cunt to suck onto the hard surface like a leech. Dee moaned and pleaded with him to stop as she watched their obscene reflection in the mirrow. He was like an animal, his face pinched together as though he were in pain. She looked at the horrified expression on her own face. And then she saw it change. As he continued forcing her cunt to fuck into the wash basin, her expression changed from fear and horror to a look of perverse arousal. Oh, dear god, it was happening again. No, no, no, no.
And then she saw her own fingers twisting and pulling on her nipples in a frantic arousal of lust. Her body responded as though on its own. She didn't want this to happen. But she squeezed and caressed the heavy flesh of her breasts and leaned back against his as he continued fucking and screwing her cunt into the edges of the basin. He leered at her in the mirror, his eyes telling her he knew what a nympho she was. It was as though he had a weapon he could use against her and twist her body and mind to do anything he wanted.
Suddenly Dee could not get enough of the cold tile grinding into her spread lips and she humped her own body up against it, lifting her pelvis up, pressing her toes into the floor, her shoulders back against Peter. She clawed at her breasts and felt every nerve of her body screaming for attention. She wanted his mouth sucking and biting at her body. She wanted his cock inside her pussy again, reaming and churning at her hot interior like a snake burrowing for its life into the ground. Dee felt her breathing raping in her lungs as heat burning through her flesh, growing and growing into an arousal of lust that made her earlier experience seem tame.
She hated the deviate perversion that stared back at her in the mirror, but she seemed helpless to do anything about it. Peter forced her even harder against the basin, his eyes feasting on the sight of her cunt being smeared over the tile and leaving a trail of wet juices that flowed like honey from between her pussy lips. Dee lusted for him to turn her around and bury his hard cock into her, but instead he kept her sex grinding into the basin, his eyes like sadistic demons burning into her reflection. Digging her nails into her own flesh, Dee twisted and pulled at her hard breasts. "Oh, god, fuck me," she begged. "Put your cock in me."
As though that had been what he was waiting for, Peter spun Dee around and buried his face in the deep cleavage of her breasts, his mouth covering her nipples and sucking them hotly between his teeth. His hands moved to the center of her back and he pulled her tightly against his naked body, leaning back and forcing her to be pressed awkwardly against the sink. His hands moved lower and cupped the twin mounds of her buttocks. He lifted her and rested her ass on the edge of the wash basin, his hands spreading her thighs as his finger tips titillated the tender inner surface of her legs.
She felt his teeth nibbling and torturing her nipples as his fingers tantalized her thighs and his cock pressed at the dripping center of her crotch. She looked down and saw that his huge organ was again standing at attention between his legs. His balls swung freely beneath his cock. Dee grabbed his head and pulled it into her breasts as hard as she could, holding onto his hair and ears with her fingers. Arching her back, she twisted her shoulders and worked her breasts against his face, feeling his slobbering tongue bathing her flesh as his open mouth smeared over her feverish skin.
The red throbbing head of his prick pushed into the moist center of her pussy slit, forcing her lips apart as his fingers had earlier. She felt his hot organ grinding between her thighs and digging into the entrance of her vagina like a hot cudgel. She shivered as shocks of electric current shot through her body and her pussy sucked at the head of his mammoth organ like a mouth slurping and gobbling to get a gluttonous amount of meat past its lips.
Dee guided his mouth over her breasts, feeling the sensual delight of his drooling lips sucking at the sensitive flesh of her hippies and his teeth nibbling and tweeking them to swollen arousal. Her entire body throbbed with a sensual longing deeper than she had ever before experienced. She quivered like a bow string as he began humping his hips forward and working the thick corona of his cock deeper and deeper into her lusting cunt with each stroke. She felt his rubbery head working up the tunnel of her pussy like a plunger. She felt her lips sucking and encouraging his shaft to penetrate into the sleeve of her cunt as completely as he could force it into her. She loved it! Oh, god, how good it felt filling her love tunnel to the point of bursting. And still he had more cock to ream into her and tear at her flesh like a punishing weapon. She begged for it. "Fuck me harder. Oh, Jesus, it feels so good ripping into my pussy. Harder. Harder. Make it hurt. Oh, oh, oh ... Yes, that's it. Fuck it into me."
Peter went wild at her coaxing. His body began to ram into her like a machine operating at high speed, his cock stabbing in and out like a dagger and causing her pussy to suck wetly at his shaft with slurping noises. She screamed and begged him to continue. "Don't ever stop," she cried as he tore in frantic back and forth movements at her body. His tool felt alive with nervctingling energy inside her dripping box. Dee flayed her hips into his organ in a movement that matched his. She felt his slurping cock head acting like a plunger inside the stuffed tunnel of her cunt. She lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around his hips, her ankles crossed and acting like a vise to pull and push her cunt around his thick shaft.
Dee rested her weight on the corner of the basin, her buttocks pressed against the surface as his body pounded into her hungry center. Their pubics slapped wetly against each other with each frantic lunge of their bodies. Dee felt her orgams grumbling up from the depths of her body, ready to explode at any moment. She gritted her teeth against the passion that gripped her flesh like a demon flaming around her like a torch. It was as though her entire being was centered in her sex. She felt her cunt quivering with heat that spread through all of her flesh and activated every nerve in her system to tingling sensitivity.
She felt a vibration in her soul like an earthquake ready to begin its destruction. And then like the first explosion of burning lava from the very center of the earth, Peter's cock blasted cum into her pussy as he erupted into convulsion of climaxing flesh. He splattered his semen into the back of her cunt tunnel like it was being shot from a gun. Dee felt his hot fluid splashing into her and filling her pussy to over flowing. His viscous fluid sloshed from around the sides of his cock and dripped in thick gobs down her thighs as he continued pumping his fluid into her body.
Dee felt a rush through her body like a short of heroin as she experienced his climax going off inside her body. She felt exhilarated by the stream of life juices her pussy sucked from the head of his cock. Her cunt gobbled up his juices and sucked them greedily inside her steaming hole. Releasing his head with her right hand, Dee reached under her right thigh to her pussy and pressed her finger tips into the crack of her ass to catch the oozing cum and wipe it back up over her lower pussy slit and over Peter's balls each time they slapped into her from his forward strokes.
Even the feeling of his cum on her finger tips she loved. She loved smearing the viscous fluid over her body and thighs. She worked the cum into the curls covering her mound, her own climax growing closer with each load of burning cum that blasted into her snatch. And then her climax exploded around her with body shuddering intensity. She felt like she'd been thrown into a pool of bubbling oil as she writhed and flayed her pussy over his cock. She ground her hips into him as hard as she could, empaling her pulsating vagina on his cock like an animal pinned by a spear.
Over and over, her climax twisted and tossed her helplessly between his grinding organ and the edge of the sink. Her heart pounded beneath her breasts like a drum as blood rushed through her veins like molten fire. She writhed and coiled in spasms of sensual bliss. Again and again the contractions of her climax sent her into contortions that flayed her hips against his as hard as their churning muscles could manage. Dee bit her lower lip as her fingers raked across his back.
Peter plowed his exploding cock in'and out of her pussy with the speed of desperation urging him on. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks and pulled her against him for leverage. It seemed their climax would go on forever blasting through their bodies like a forest fire. Dee felt the passion controlling her body and taking her into a burning pit of sensitivity as spots danced in front of her eyes and she tasted her own blood in her mouth. The only thought in her mind was centered on the sensual churning of her flesh.
At long last their climax faded away and they were both left exhausted and depleted. Peter sagged against her and Dee sank forward, her arms draped over his shoulders, her head resting against his cheek. Finally Peter stepped back away from her and Dee slid down from the corner of the wash basin. Now that her arousal had depleted itself, she felt shame and humiliation return like an evil conscience, reminding her of the sinful way she had conducted herself.
Dee turned away from him and faced the mirror in the same position she had been when he first stepped up behind her in the bathroom and pressed his cock into her ass cleavage. She avoided her reflection in the mirror. "Now will you please go," she said, her shoulders hunched forward submissively.
Peter looked at her for awhile without speaking and then he turned and walked back into the living room. He picked up his trunks from the floor and put them on. Turning back to her, he said, "I'm still not finished with you. You're too good a thing to forget about completely. Ron doesn't know what he's missing if he's willing to just hand you over to some one else on a surfboard and ride off on a wave like a cowboy into the sunset. And you need protecting. The way you fuck, every guy on the beach is going to be banging on your door. But if you promise to be real good to me, I'll see what I can do to keep them away." His smile was an evil smirk.
"I don't need your help," Dee shouted at him from the bathroom. She started to tell him about her husband, but then she realized that he would just think that she had left him because her insatiable appetite had been unsatisfied at home. And thinking about it, she realized that possible that was part of the reason she left him. If he had paid more attention to her and less attention to his school books, perhaps she would be home now eating dinner with him and carrying on with their marriage the way she had pictured it when they had first gotten married.
Peter turned to walk out the door and Dee called to him. "Will you do me a favor," she asked. "Don't tell Ron what happened here today?"
Peter hesitated, looking at her with the twisted smile on his face. "You've really got the hots for him, don't you?"
Dee looked away. Yes, she supposed it was true. She did have the hots for him and she didn't want things ruined because Peter blabbed everything they did all over the beach. "I just don't want people getting the wrong impression of me," she said.
Peter turned back to the door and opened it. "Whether I tell Ron what a nympho you are or not depends on how you co-operate with me in the future." He stepped out the door and closed it behind him.
Dee stared stunned at the closed door. Oh, god! It wasn't over. What would she have to do to make him leave her alone? She shuddered and buried her face in her hands.
CHAPTER FOUR
Stumbling naked across the room, Dee threw herself onto the couch under the window. She rolled over on her back and turned her tear streaked face to the window. Under the corner of the drapes she could see the beach stretching away in the distance out side. It was later than she thought. Already the sun was dipping into the ocean, bathing the evening sky in streaks of fiery red. While cum oozed slowly from her ravished cunt, she stared into the setting sun and felt her future stretching out before her. It was hers to take but something held her back. Old conditioning perhaps, but something. But what exactly was it that she wanted?
Her right hand went to her pussy. She felt the sticky fluid smeared over her mound and thighs. Using her fingertips, she explored inside the lips of her cunt. Was that what she wanted? Was Peter right when he called her a nympho? Was that her only attraction to Ron? Working her middle finger into her dripping slit, Dee caressed the interior of her cunt, feeling the viscous fluid left from the excitement and climax of being raped by Peter. The tension and frustration began to ease from her body. Everything would work out all right. She pushed the drapes farther aside with her left hand and leaned back more comfortably on the couch. It felt good to have her own finger inside her pussy. No one was around to watch her yet she could see privately out on the sweeping expanse of beautiful Mission Beach.
She looked directly into the sunset and saw with symbolic images the burning streaks of red. What did she want? With her finger masturbating her pussy, Dee saw Ron standing in the surf, his entire body displayed in the very center of the sunset. She saw his muscular body and rugged good looks and her heart leaped in her breasts. Yes. Oh, god forgive her, but what she wanted was Ron. She knew now without a doubt that the reason she had left her husband and taken the apartment on the beach was because she had seen Ron and wanted him. She wanted him in her bed!
The pure horror of her realization turned the sunset around Ron into images of burning in hell! She gasped! Was she that sinful? Quickly she pulled her hand from her aroused cunt. No! She could not allow her emotions to run away with her. She did not want to throw herself at Ron. Look at what her actions had caused already. She had to stop it before it went any farther. But still her eyes stared out the window at Ron as he walked up the beach with his surfboard tucked under his right arm. Slowly she lowered her right hand again to her cunt. Her fingers returned to her slit and worked into the sensitive inner lips. She massaged her cunt with firm circular motions of her finger, pressing them into her well lubricated slit.
In the fading light, she saw someone walking beside Ron. Peter! He was doing a lot of talking and Ron was nodding, his face intent on what was being told to him. Dee knew with a sinking sensation in her heart that it was about her. Peter was telling him how she had responded to his attack like a nympho. And she didn't want him to think that, even though it might be true.
She watched the two men walking closer and closer. They both kept glancing toward her apartment. She lowered the drapes and peeked out of the tiniest corner. Were they coming here? Now? She watched them a moment longer. They were definitely walking in a direct line toward her apartment. Quickly she sat up and looked around the room for her clothes. She had not brought much with her. Two suitcases. The thought of the protection of her home with Jerry flashed through her mind for a moment, but she pushed it aside. She could stand on her own.
Her jeans and blouse were drapped on the top of the coffee table. She picked up the blouse and pulled it over her head. Then she stood and stepped into her jeans. Returning to the window, she looked again out of the corner and saw they were within a minute or two of her door. She stepped back and looked around the room. There wasn't much. The couch that made into a bed, a coffee table, a dresser for her clothes, a small fragile looking book case against one wall, and a bamboo bar with two stools that divided the living room from the small kitchen.
She thought of her unlocked front door. She ran to it and pushed the buton on the knob. She wanted to go to the window again and see if they were still coming, but she was afraid they would be able to see her. Clasping her fingers together nervously, she waited near the door, listening apprehensively for a knock. When it came she jumped. The knock came long and hard. "Who is it?" she called. She recognized Ron's voice when he called out his name. "Is anyone with you?" she asked as she slipped the chain lock on the door. She didn't get an answer to her question.
Opening the door as far as the chain would allow, she peeked outside. Ron smiled at her. "Peter's gone," he said. He hooked his thumbs in the front of his trunks and waited for her to let him in. His smile somewhat reasured her. She pushed the door closed long enough to remove the chain. She stepped back and let him enter. He walked to the center of the room and looked around. "Not bad," he said.
"I moved in this morning." Dee stood nervously. She wasn't sure what to do. "I don't have anything to offer you to drink," she said. "I haven't had time to go to the grocery yet."
He looked at her, his eyes travelling up and down her body, devouring her. "If I eat anything here it'll be you," he said calmly.
Dee felt a flush spreading through her body. She was sure her face must be red. It wasn't quite the way she wanted things to be between them. It was as though he looked at her and saw only a body and not the person that she really was. She wanted him, but not that way. Yet the thought of his mouth between her thighs caused her pussy to quiver with new energy. She wiped the palms of her hands on her jeans and looked away. "I suppose Peter told you what happened?"
Ron ambled over to her and reached out with his hands and gripped Dee's blouse. With one calm motion of his hands, he pulled it up over her head, forcing her to lift her arms. He jerked her blouse the rest of the way over her arms. Tossing it on the floor, he said, "Peter mentioned something about an orgy and that you had the hots for me." He grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled the buttons loose and then stooped over and pulled them down her legs. "Step out of these."
Dee was shocked at his crude action. Yes, this was what she wanted, but not this way. Yet she found herself obeying him like a frightened child. She lifted first her right foot and then her left. She backed away from him, her hands subconsciously attempting to hide her breasts and pubic at the same time. She watched him as he stood up and circled her waist with his fingers. He pulled her against him, forcing her naked breasts hard against his chest. She felt her nipples tingling at the touch of his warm flesh. But it was wrong this way. She pushed against him with her hands. "No," she said. "You're acting like Peter. I don't want it this way."
"Peter said you liked to be forced." He smiled and bent his mouth to hers. His tongue came out and forced its way between her lips, exploring inside her mouth confidently.
Dee twisted her head away from him. She looked at her clothes on the floor. She should grab them and run. With her feelings bruised by his crude behavior, Dee tried to pull out of his arms and dash around him to scoop up her clothes, but his fingers sank into her arms and held her against him.
"Easy," he said. "You're getting up tight. Just relax and I'll show you a good time."
He pulled her over to the couch and forced her down on her back. Laying on top of her, his mouth again went to hers. He nibbled at her lips and worked his hands between their bodies to her breasts. His finger twisted and pinched her nipples in a lustful crudness that gave little consideration for the feelings of her own flesh. She felt her nipples enflamed to erection immediately by his coarse handling. She arched her back as the arousal of her body slowed her vow to conduct herself chastely.
She knew it was going to happen and she was helpless to do anything about it. She felt his fingers digging and stretching her breasts as he nippled his way down from her lips to her breasts. He sucked her nipples between his lips and bit down on them as though he wanted to chew them up and swallow them. Dee ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head tighter against her hungry breasts. Yes, yes, this was what she wanted. She wanted Ron. She wanted only him ravaging her body and lusting over her with his big cock reaming in and out of her pussy. She wanted his love!
And then the door opened and Peter came in. Dee gasped and tried to sit up, but Ron kept her pressed to the couch, his mouth a hungry tiger at her breasts. He slashed at her nipples with his teeth and clawed his fingers down her sides until he reached her hot twat. He dug into the curls covering her mound and stabbed his thumbs into the slit of her pussy. Dee struggled against him as Peter walked up to them and stared down. "Get out of here," Dee gasped. "Ron, make him leave."
Ron lifted his head from her breasts for a moment. "He won't bother us." His mouth returned to feasting on her aroused breasts. His thumbs worked like a cock in her cunt, spreading her lips and diving into the hot center of her moist cunt, still wet from the fucking she had from Peter. Dee could not believe the nightmare that was happening to her. Even with Ron making love to you, it was not turning out the way she had envisioned it. But as Ron's mouth began to move even farther down her body, Dee's passion reached a point that she almost didn't care anymore.
She felt the fire in her loins flaming to life as his mouth reached the center of her crotch. He licked at her pussy lips as though he was licking an ice cream cone, working his tongue up along the slit of her pussy and actually eating the juices that oozed from her used flesh. His tongue sent currents of energy shooting through her body as though she was plugged into the wall socket. Her fingers pulled at his hair and her legs locked themselves behind his neck.
Peter sat down on the coffee table and watched, his face filled with lust and envy to be doing the same thing Ron was doing. But now Dee's passion had reached the point that it didn't matter who was in the room with them. She wanted Ron's thick cock between the lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and pretended they were alone. She lowered her legs from his neck and stuck her big toes in the top of his trunks, pushing them down over his hips. He helped her with one hand until his suit was below his reach and then he kicked with his legs. Naked, Ron stopped eating her pussy and stood up, licking his lips and finger the huge erection between his legs with his right hand. He wiped the back of his mouth with his left. He smiled leeringly.
She watched him expectantly as he pumped his cock up and down with his fingertips. His cock stood up rigid and strong like a bull's, his engorged head pointing its one eye at her pussy. Dee leaned back on her elbows and spread her thighs, exposing her cunt to his eyes. "Fuck me," she begged, shocked and horrified at her own boldness.
"I'm going to," he said. "Now get on the floor."
Confused, Dee hesitated. Peter stood up and kicked the coffee table back against the wall to clear the center of the room. Dee gasped as things took an unexpected turn. "You mean you want me to lay on the center of the floor?"
"No," Ron said. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees on the floor. I'm going to fuck you dog style so my buddy can watch and enjoy too."
"No!" Dee pleaded, horrified at the vulgarness of the idea. She had never submitted to anyone that way. It was beneath her dignity to get down on the floor and expose her ass to their eyes. She shuddered at the feat that shot through her with terrifying intensity. She didn't want to do that. "Please," she begged, "no. I don't want to do that."
Ron did not argue with her. Instead, he leaned over and grabbed her hair, winding it in his fingers, and pulled her from the couch. Dee grabbed her hair as she was dragged across the floor, her body sliding over the carpet. When he let go of her hair, she tried to sit back on her hips but he grabbed her hair and pushed her head down until she did as he requested. Her heart pounded as she quivered on her hands and knees between them. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Peter's trunks fall to the floor. She gasped. Both of them were naked now!
Dee cringed between them. Ron stood behind her with his legs spread and his thick weapon in his right hand. He continued to pump it up and down as he stared at the center of her ass. He dropped down to his knees behind her and grasped her hips between both of his hands, his hard cock poking between her thighs. She felt his hot tool slapping against her mound as he moved forward until his pelvis was pressed firmly into the flesh of her buttocks.
She felt the friction of the top of his hard cock against her pussy lips as he moved his organ back and forth, grinding and thrusting his hips in a sensual rhythm. She felt her juices flowing in her cunt despite the humiliation she felt at what she was being forced to do. Yet it excited her at the same time. She felt her body grinding back against him, enjoying the feeling of her buttocks rubbing into the flesh of his stomach and the hair of his pelvis. She struggled to arch her back in such a way that her cunt was exposed to more of his sawing organ.
Balancing herself on one hand, Dee reached between her legs and guided his cock to the entrance to her pussy. She felt his rubbery head stuffing itself between her cunt lips and pressing itself greedily into the tunnel of her vagina. It felt like a hot iron inside her. She arched her back even more to encourage the big shaft to bury itself as deeply into her body as possible. She felt the muscles of his stomach tense and then his hips flew forward in a furious thrust that drove his lance the remainder of the way up her cunt. His corona slammed against her cervix as he lustfully raped into her body.
Dee gasped and her eyes grew wide at the sheer size of the cock that rammed into her slit with such speed and bulk that her sex tunnel was stretched to complete maximum. If she had to take much more cock she knew she would be turn apart. Ron began ramming his selfish organ in and out of her flesh as hard and fast as he could, his thick shaft spreading her cunt lips apart like a wedge. His fingers dug into her hips as his pelvis slapped again and again into her buttocks with loud smacks.
Passion roared through Dee's flesh. She could think of nothing else. She would do anything as long as she had his big cock. She loved the way it tore in and out of her cunt, burning and searing her flesh into flaming arousal. But just as she was settling into a sensual rhythm, Ron pulled his organ from her love nest and stood up. Walking around in front of her, he changed places with Peter. And while Peter walked around behind her out of her vision, Ron knelt at her head, his aroused cock quivering in front of her face.
"Suck it, Dee," Ron said, holding his shaft between his fingers and pointing its head at her lips. "Put it in your mouth and polish my head, baby."
Dee didn't like the crudeness of his request, but she wanted to do what he said. Her mouth watered to have his hot cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste the huge flesh of his head filling her mouth and burning against her tongue and the sides of her cheeks. She tilted her head back and looked at his cock and balls only inches from her lips. Her tongue came out and licked her lips and she leaned forward until her mouth came in contact with his quivering organ. Ron's hands grabbed her long hair and twisted it in a cord at the top of her head. He used it to pull her head against his pubic, grinding his hips up at her mouth at the same time.
Dee sucked at his organ and felt his rubbery corona plunge past her lips and stuff her mouth like a gag. Her heart raced as saliva flowed in her mouth and washed over the head of his prick. She loved the taste of it throbbing against her tongue. Rotating her head, Dee felt his dick rubbing sensuously against the back of her throat and felt his shaft like a thick cudgel between her lips. If they were only alone, it would be perfect, but with Peter watching her every move behind her, Dee felt a sense of dis satisfaction.
And then to make matters worse, Peter joined in. She felt his hands on her buttocks, stretching and spreading them to expose the tightly clenched center of her puckered anus. His fingers dug into her buttocks while his thumbs poked at her rectum, trying to stab into her bowels. Dee tried to scream and pull away from him, but Ron's mammoth dong gagged her and kept her from moving away from Peter's brutal thumbs gouging into the cleavage of her twin ass cheeks.
She felt humiliated and shamed by the continued lust of her flesh. Why did Ron allow Peter to do this? Didn't he know that he was the one she had left her husband for? Yet she couldn't stop the perverted lust that made her want the orgy to continue. And as Peter continued squeezing and massage her buttocks, she felt her flesh screaming impatiently for him to penetrate her body. Her ass cheeks actually quivered in anticipation of his thumbs fucking into her rectum and stretching the sphincter muscle protecting her butt from invasion.
But instead of experiencing his thumbs tearing into her ass, Dee gasped with surprise when she felt his hot breath blowing into her crack and then the tip of his tongue slurping wetly at her puckered hole. His tongue tip licked across her anus and sucked at the moisture of her crotch. With her back arched sharply to allow Ron's cock to stab at her throat, Dee's pussy was presented clearly to Peter's view. He lowered his mouth and licked at the slit between her cunt lips and then ran his tongue back up her crotch again to her asshole.
His tongue felt hot and sensual lapping across her flesh. Dee shivered as the juices in her burning box began to flow like rich honey from between her slit and run down her thighs. She felt his tongue licking and sucking at the love juices as his fingers continued stretching her buttocks as far amart as possible and Ron continued plunging his cock head deeper and deeper into her throat.
As they both attacked her body at the same time, Dee was sandwiched helplessly between them. She kept her back arched and braced herself with her hands and knees. Never before had she felt such sensual stimulation to her body. With a tongue licking and sucking at her pussy and asshole and a cock filling her mouth and throat, Dee felt a rush of sensual passion blast through her flesh such as she had never known before. Her entire body flamed and vibrated with an intensity that gripped her like iron chains and forced her to submit to the humiliating treatment against her will.
She was rooted to the area between their legs like a submissive slave. Peter's teeth nibbled at the insides of her buttocks while his tongue continued bathing the hot center of her crotch like he was feasting at a banquet. Her hips ground themselves back against his face in a circular motion that smeared her pussy over his face as though it was trying to eat him. She sucked and bobbed her head with the same sensual lusting at Ron's cock as it thrust itself in and out of her mouth. She relaxed the muscles of her throat and coaxed his organ to work its way all the way into her mouth until it had travelled as far into her as it would reach. She gobbled and clawed at his flesh with her lips to pull his flesh even deeper.
She tasted the hair of his pubic between her lips and the shaft of his cock. She swallowed and sucked air into her lungs on his out strokes and relaxed her throat muscles on his in strokes. His bulbous head and thick shaft slide sensually back and forth over her tongue and between her lips in a way that drove her wild with sexual arousal. Her body writhed and coiled between the two men like a dog being attacked in the streets. She felt like an animal.
Ron twisted her hair into an even tighter rope and jerked brutally each time he thrust his hips forward in a lustful, sadistic plunging of his lance into her face. He smiled viciously, his lips pulled back in a twisted line over his teeth. His prick stabbed back and forth between her lips like a knife, his balls slapping under her chin with a soft plopping sound. And then she felt Peter's mouth nibbling at the tops of her buttocks and over the small of her back, his teeth raking and slashing over her skin. His hands caressed over her stomach and up to her breasts.
Dee shuddered as Peter's fingers twisted her nipples and pulled them down in a milking motion that caused the mountainous flesh of firm peaks to be stretched cruelly. Passion roared through her body like a forest fire as they continued feasting and ravishing her aroused flesh. Dee rocked her body forward and back, gobbling at Ron's cock with her mouth and rubbing her buttocks against Peter's stomach as he began to stab his cock at her pussy.
Peter's dick plunged into her slit with a splash of juices as he made perfect contact with the first thrust of his hips. Dee felt his organ drive itself up the tunnel of her cunt like bull's horn, ripping aside the tender membranes of her sleeve and plunging all the way to the base of his weapon. She gasped as her cunt was filled with his hot meat and her pussy was stretched to the bursting point in order to accommodate it.
She moaned like a tortured whore as they fucked at her mouth and pussy. She felt humiliated but at the same time so aroused that she would have agreed to anything so long as they continued ravishing and using her body to satisfy their perverted appetites. She hated herself for her weak will and for the way her sexual lust took control of her body and forced her to submit to such deviate practices. Yet she could not help herself. She wanted it. She wanted them to continue fucking and brutalizing her flesh forever.
And suddenly she felt her pussy being flooded by Peter's cum as his climax exploded within his body and caused his balls to begin pumping load after load of his hot, churning juices from the slit in his cock head. His cum splashed into her vagina and filled her to over flowing with his sticky fluid. She felt his viscous juices spurting into her sleeve and squirting against her cervix as his prick thrust like a piston in and out of her pussy.
She felt his cum oozing back out around the sides of his cock and dripping down the insides of her thighs like streams of hot oil. Her pussy sucked and clawed at his climaxing cock with lustful passion, her lips slurping at his shaft like a starving mouth drinking and swallowing his offering. Her head bobbed back and forth at Ron's cock still pushing itself greedily in and out of her mouth.
Dee felt her own climax ready to explode within her quivering flesh at any moment. Peter's tool continued splashing his cum into her cunt as she sucked hungrily at Ron's. And then she was rewarded by the first mouthful of Ron's cum as he too reached a climax and began blasting his viscous fluid into the gulping cavity of Dee's mouth. She felt his hot juices flooding into her throat and mouth, filling her cavity until it flowed back out around his prick and dribbled down her chin from the corners of her mouth.
She swallowed as rapidly as she could in order not to lose any of his semen, her throat gulping as her chin bobbed up and down. With both of them climaxing at the same time in her body, Dee felt her own climax ripping through her feverish flesh. She writhed between them in spasms of ecstasy as her body was twisted into helpless coils of passion. Hot charges of energy flashed like electric currents through her nerves, convulsing her in helpless spasms as they unloaded their churning balls into her. Dee feasted like a perverted slut on their cum.
Ron and Peter thrust their hips at her in an uncontrolled flaying of their bodies as their climax took complete control of their flesh and they, too, were under the complete helplessness of the passion unleashed in their bodies. The two men were like mad men as they ravished her body and drove their hard organs in and out of her mouth and cunt.
And Dee loved every minute of it. She loved the feeling of their hot organs thrusting back and forth across her flesh, keeping her climaxing pussy aroused to tortuous intensity. She struggled with her splayed arms and legs to keep her balance as they fucked at her and slammed her back and forth between them with each frantic thrust of their pubics. She felt more alive than she had ever felt before. Her whole body responded to the lustful attack with sensual contractions that caused her flesh to cry out for it to continue on and on forever.
Peter was the first to empty his balls of all the cum they had to offer. She felt his cock head pulsing in her cunt as he slammed it all the way to her cervix and then held it there as he clenched the cheeks of his ass and allowed the after glow of his orgasm to drain the final drops of cum from the slit of his cock head. She continued drinking the cum Ron spilled into her mouth, but even that eventually stopped and she sucked at his shaft and head to get the very last drop of semen. She swallowed it down but kept her mouth around his cock as he pulled on the rope of her hair.
Her whole body vibrated with the waning passion of her flesh. She remained pinned between them as they sagged against her. She felt their organs beginning to grow soft in her mouth and pussy. Peter's cock shrivelled and slipped from her psssy with a soft plopping sound and Ron's cock retracted itself from her throat. She felt it slipping up into her mouth like a thick piece of meat. She sucked at its flaccid surface and swallowed in an attempt to keep it down in her throat. His rubbery head filled her mouth and she sucked and licked her tongue over the under side of his shaft until he finally pulled his prick from her mouth.
Suddenly she was filled with a feeling of shame and humiliation as she lowered her head between her shoulders and felt the emptiness left by the withdrawal of their cocks. How could she have behaved in such a way? What was wrong with her that all any one had to do was force her onto her back and she would spread her legs like an automatic reflex? She closed her eyes and shuddered at memory of her actions. She thought of her husband and how he would behave if he knew what she was doing. Again a nervous shudder wracked through her body.
She sat back on her buttocks and looked up at Ron, hoping to see some sign of affection, but all she saw was a look of satisfied lust. He saw her only as someone to fuck. Quickly she looked away, feeling even more the sense of shame and humiliation at what she had done. She vowed that it would not happen again. She was through with giving herself to Ron and Peter. Even though she had had practically nothing to say about what they had done to her, she had to stop it from happening in the future. And somehow she would. To maintain her own self respect, she simply had to end it.
Again she looked up at Ron and summoned all of her courage. "I don't want to see you or Peter again," she said.
"What's the matter?" Ron responded. "You enjoy it."
"You forced me," she said, but even as she said it, she knew that that was exactly what had turned her on. Yet she couldn't admit that to herself. It just wasn't that way. "I didn't want to," she said, hanging her head again.
Ron and Peter looked at each other, both of them suddenly nervous at the way she had stressed the word "force." Peter nudged her with his right foot until she turned and looked up at him. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said. "Are you trying to say we raped you?"
Dee hesitated. "Well ... yes. You did." As soon as she said it she wished that she hadn't. The expres sion that came over Peter's face frightened her. She turned to look at Ron and he had the same look on his face. She scooted back away from them, her eyes flicking from one to the other. "You did. You forced me," she pleaded, growing even more frightened when she saw the negative threatening way they looked at her. Suddenly her heart was racing in her breast. She scooted farther back toward the couch.
Peter leaned over and picked up his bathing trunks from the floor and stepped into them. Ron did the same. They walked toward the door. Peter opened it and stepped outside. Ron hesitated in the doorway and said, "If you think you've been forced. Maybe I'll just have to bring a few of my friends around to show you what real force is like." He closed the door, leaving her alone with her fear.
What did she get herself into? Her mind thought of Jerry. He didn't even know where she was. The note she left had said that she was leaving him and would contact him later. She wanted to talk to him now. She wanted to tell him that she was afraid of what Ron and Peter were going to do to her, but she knew she couldn't tell Jerry anything like that and let him know the way she had behaved.
She walked naked to the bathroom, feeling the cum still oozing from her pussy and dripping down her thighs as she walked across the room. In the bathroom, she stood in front of the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing the way her large breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She touched her nipples in a protective gesture of her fingertips. What had she gotten herself into?
CHAPTER FIVE
The longer she stood staring at her naked reflection in the mirror, the more she realized she should call Jerry and tell him where she was. But she couldn't tell him what had happened to her since the few hours she had left him. She turned the water on in the shower and stepped under it, adjusting the spray so that the water burned down on her ravished flesh as hot as she could stand it. She soaped her body and luxuriated in the clean feeling of the hot water washing away all the grime and cum that had been smeared over her during the day.
After she had dried herself with a large, coarse bath towel, she dressed quickly and collected her purse. Outside, she headed for the pay phone beside Hub Liquor Store, walking briskly and feeling the coolness that settled over the beach with the dis appearance of the sun. She felt the nipples of her breasts tingling as they rubbed against the fabric of her blouse. She had not worn a bra. Even her pussy seemed alive as her panties rubbed against her lips as she walked. It felt strange to be conscious of the way her body tingled from the sex she had had.
Mission Boulevard was alive with summer tourists and beach residents alike. Cars crawled along the street in a never ending line of lights. She dashed between them in the middle of the block amid cat calls from one of the cars filled with boys. Several groups of kids around Dee's age milled noisi-ly in front of the liquor store. She didn't look in their direction, but went directly to the phone and dropped in a coin. The phone rang only once before it was answered and she heard her husband's voice.
"It's me," she said, her heart pounding nervously now that she actually had him on the line. She kept fidgetting with the phone cord, wondering what there was for her to say. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I had to leave." She felt somehow naked and vulnerable.
"Where are you?"
Dee quivered at the anger in his voice. She could picture what he must look like now, his face red, his eyes burning daggers. He always wanted his way. They'd been married two and a half months now, right after she had graduated from high school. Jerry was just finishing his first year of college. He wanted to be a doctor. She had married him because of his good looks and the fact that he was ambitious. But that same ambition kept him at his school books even during the summer. On their honeymoon, two days in Palm Springs, he had even taken a book.
"I'm calling from a phone booth."
"What's wrong? Why are you leaving? I mean I didn't even know you weren't happy."
As Dee tried to think of how to word the reason for her leaving, she looked out toward the street, her eyes picking up a familiar figure. She looked closer. Her heart pounded as she recognized Ron. He was in the center of a group of people consisting of both girls and boys staring at her, a grin twisting his face. "I can't talk now," she said. She hung up the phone with Jerry yelling at her.
Quickly, she walked from the phone booth, heading away toward her apartment. Her pulse raced faster. Four people had detached themselves from the group and were crossing the street and coming in her direction. One was a girl with long blonde hair. She was dressed in jeans and sandals. Dee didn't want to run, but she increased her pace.
They walked faster too. In the alley, they caught up with her. Ron's hand covered Dee's mouth as she was pulled into the darkness between two apartment buildings. She felt hands all over her, pulling and tearing at her clothes. Her blouse was ripped open and she felt her nipples being pinched and mauled. She struggled against them, but she was helpless in their grasp. "I brought some friends with me," Ron said, "who saw you running up the beach this afternoon. They wanted to meet you after I told them what a good fuck you were. They said they were interested in starting off with a blow job."
Dee tried to scream, but Ron's hand muffled her voice. She saw two men standing beside her, their faces leering at her naked breasts. The girl with Ron just watched. She was chewing gum, an almost dis interested expression on her face. It was as though she were waiting for her part to begin.
"Take her jeans off, Brenda."
The blonde quickly did as Ron ordered, unbuttoning the front of her pants and pulling them down over her hips and off her legs. Next she pulled off Dee's panties. Ron let go of Dee after she was completely naked. She suddenly no longer wanted to scream and attract attention. She cowered back against the rough brick wall. The three men and the girl closed in around her, the men taking their cocks from their unzipped pants.
"No," she pleaded. "No. Oh, god, not here. Please!" She slid down the wall until she huddled at their feet, trying to hide behind her arms.
"Do your stuff, Brenda. Get down there and get her hot." Ron ordered.
Dee looked up in confusion as Brenda knelt on the sand in front of her so her face was level with her own. Brenda put her hands on each side of Dee's face and pulled her forward, their lips getting closer and closer until they touched in a soft kiss. Dee tried to twist away, but Brenda grabbed her ears and jerked her head back around. Brenda kept Dee's head still as she inserted her tongue deeply into her mouth in a passionate french kiss.
Dee felt Brenda's hands on her breasts, hefting them up as though to weigh their size and firmness. Her fingers twisted and rolled Dee's pink nipples brutally, bringing them to quick attention. Pressing against the wall, Dee felt helpless to stop what was happening. If she screamed she would attract attention and they could disappear from around her and leave her naked in the middle of Mission Beach.
"If you'll leave me alone, I won't tell anyone what you did to me," she pleaded with Ron.
"What I did to you," Ron screamed, his anger rising rapidly. "There are four of us here and we're all willing to swear that you wanted us to make love to you. Isn't that right guys."
Of course, they all agreed with him. Brenda pushed Dee's thighs apart and bent her head down and began lapping at her pussy. Ron pulled her hips out by tugging on her ankles. Her pussy was exposed to the feasting lips of Brenda. She felt Brenda's tongue slurping up the slit of her cunt, spearing between her pussy lips and lapping up the juices that were beginning to flow from her sex despite her struggle not to respond to Brenda's advance.
Brenda was an expert at what she was doing. Her tongue worked skillfully at her clitoris, bring her to a quick arousal as her tongue flicked in and out of her moist cunt and fluttered back and forth over her clit. She felt her vagina coming alive with tingling passion that burned through her flesh and caused her to moan in a quivering heap at their feet, her arms out to her sides and her legs obscenely spread.
The men's faces leered in perverse lust as they watched Brenda eating her pussy. Dee felt humiliated under their lecherous attention. But the arousal of her flesh had already taken over control of her will. She kept her thighs apart and her hands went to Brenda's head and pulled her face harder into the center of her crotch, wanting her tongue to continue bathing her pussy with its warm wetness.
But Ron put a stop to that. "All right," he said. "That's enough, Brenda. Now make her eat you."
Dee gasped. She had never eaten pussy before. She had never had a girl eat her cunt before either. But somehow the thought of eating a pussy made her shiver. It was wicked and wrong. Yes her pulse raced hotly through her veins as she thought about it. Her tongue licked her lips. And then Brenda's fingers were in her hair, pulling her down, coaxing her head toward the center of her spread thighs as the blonde sat back and opened her knees. Dee allowed herself to be pulled forward until her face was smoothered in the blonde curls of Brenda's crotch. She smelled Brenda's musky vagina. Timid-ly, Dee stuck out her tongue and touched its tip to the center of Brenda's pink slit. It tasted warm and slightly salty. She pushed her face against the blonde's mound and licked up on her cunt lips with the flat of her tongue.
She felt both curious and repulsed by what she was doing. Brenda's fingers massaged at her breasts and tantalized her nipples as she licked at her cunt, stiffening her tongue and pushing it between Brenda's cunt lips like a dagger, tasting the flavor of the juices that flowed from her vagina. Dee shivered from the wickedness of what she was doing, but she didn't want to stop. Somehow since they were ordering her to do it, she felt released to experiment and enjoy the perverse pleasure of eating a woman's pussy.
No sooner had Brenda began to moan with pleasure than Ron stopped her from continuing. He ordered her to get up on her knees and eat his cock. Eagerly, he stepped over Brenda and pulled Dee's face into his crotch, slapping his lips against the rubbery head of his erect cock. He pressed his tool between her lips before she had a chance to object. His thick cock head filled her mouth and slid over her tongue and against her cheeks. She felt her mouth filling with saliva and bathing over his hot head as he ground his hips slowly back and forth, causing his prick to stab wet-ly over her tongue and bang against the back of her throat.
She gagged at first, but he kept her mouth wrapped around his shaft until she had grown used to having her cheeks stuffed with his hot meat. She felt her saliva dripping out the sides of her mouth and rolling down her chin. She moaned in a perverse arousal of desire. It was a filthy thing she was doing, but she couldn't help the way his prick caused her juices to bubble hotly in her flesh and her mouth to lust feverishly for his dick to ram itself over and over into the depths of her throat.
Her hands came up and cupped his balls, fondling them as though they were precious and fragile. She loved the feeling of his scrotum against her fingertips. She traced a line from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock head, watching the way his corona pulsed as her finger moved closer and closer to the slit in his head. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop down around his ankles as Dee pumped her head up and down over his shaft, sucking and bathing his organ with her tongue.
As she continued sucking at Ron's cock, Dee felt one of the other men pulling at her hips. She was lifted up in the air until her legs were completely off the ground. Grasping Ron's hips with her hands, she felt his cock ramming its way all the way to the base of his shaft as a body slipped itself between her thighs. She felt a cock pressing against the lips of her cunt. Squirming frantically, she tried to keep it from plunging into her slit.
But Brenda and the other man helped hold her hips until he reached around her hips and raked his fingers through her curls to her cunt lips. He stabbed the first finger of each hand into her slit and spread them apart as far as he could pull them, exposing the tender pink inner surface of her pussy. Pinching her cunt lips between his fingers and thumbs, he began working his other fingers into her gaping box, stabbing first one and then the next until he had forced all eight of his fingertips into her hole.
Dee's eyes were surprised circles as she felt his fingers, she gasped and struggled to twist her body free, but the fingers held her firm. Even her mouth was kept pinned over Ron's cock, gagging her moans. And then she felt the man's fingers being removed from her cunt and replaced with the head of his cock. His big, erect organ filled her pussy almost as fully as his fingers had. She squirmed against the lustful invasion as his tool tore up the tunnel of her body like a plunger.
"Fuck it to her, boy," Ron encouraged as he ground his hips in a sensual motion that kept his cock plunging in and out of her throat at the same time that the man between her thighs ground his hips forward and drove his tool in and out of her cunt.
Pinned between the two men, Dee felt her breasts being attacked next as Brenda squatted under her and began mauling her dangling boobs with her hands, pushing them up and down with her palms and rolling them against her palms and Dee's rib cage. Dee felt the massaging of the heavy flesh of her breasts bringing her to an even more passionate arousal.
Brenda's fingers twisted and pinched her nipples. Dee felt her nerves racing with sensual energy. She groaned and gave herself up to the erotic stimulation of her flesh. The man's cock pumped in and out of her cunt, stretching her entrance and inner membranes to the utmost. She felt his hot tool warming her box and building the sensitivity of her nerves to peek awareness. She arched her back and quivered passionately.
Her nipples were sucked between Brenda's lips and she felt her teeth rolling them gently back and forth while her tongue flicked hotly across their tips. Dee pumped her head up and down on Ron's cock as she thirsted for the hot juices of his balls. Suddenly the man pumping his prick into her cunt began climaxing and shooting his cum into her box. She felt his hot fluid splashing against her cervix and filling her sleeve so that his tool sucked and pulled at her organs like a plunger.
His cum was running in gobs from her cunt and dripping down her thighs as he continued to blast load after load of cum into her slit. She loved the feeling of his juices filling her quivering vagina to overflowing. She sucked and slurped at Ron's prick with increased passion, struggling to bring the organ in her mouth to climax as quickly as possible. She thirsted for his cum to fill her mouth and bath her tongue in its hot, viscous flavor.
As soon as the man empties his balls of cum, he changed places with the other guy. She felt the fresh organ entering her pussy and continuing to ream in and out of her body with new enthusiasm. Dee's passion burned through her body like fire, licking and lapping at her vagina until she shivered with intense need. The cock in her pussy was pulled out and stabbed at the tightly puckered hole of her ass. Dee felt the man's thick head pushing into the center of her sphincter and stretching and tearing at her opening in an effort to plunge into the center of her bowels.
Digging her fingers into Ron's hips, she felt the other man's tool tear past the circle of muscle protecting her anus and bury itself deeply into her back tunnel. She felt his throbbing organ driving up her intestines like a lance, pushing aside the tender membrane of her colon and filling her ass with his thick, hot meat. She shivered from the intensity of the attack on her ass as his tool tore in and out of her rectum like a knife trying to split her ass into two parts. Her buttocks quivered like Jell-o as his hips slapped loudly into her ass over and over again.
Both Ron and the man fucking into her ass reached a climax at the same time. Cum shot into Dee's mouth and flooded into her butt. She felt the viscous fluid splashing over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat, filling her mouth until her cheeks bulged from the enormous amount of semen being pumped into her. Even her ass was filled to the point that the cum oozed back out around the sides of the thrusting cock and dripped from the crack of her butt and ran into the hair of her mound and down the insides of her thighs.
Dee felt her own climax rising up out of the depths of her burning flesh and explode through her body in convulsive spasms. She writhed frantically between the two men as or orgasm twisted her body into violent contractions. She wiggled her buttocks back against the organ grinding in and out of her ass. Brenda's fingers fucked into her pussy as her flesh quivered and throbbed with sensuous delight. She swallowed the cum in her mouth with greedy relish as Ron's prick kept blasting load after load to her throat.
The men started disappearing from around her. The man who had first emptied his balls in her pussy zipped up his fly and calmly walked away in the dark. The man who was discharging his passion into her ass followed the first man as soon as his cock had shrivelled soft and drained itself between her buttocks. And then Ron followed the second man, pulling his tool from her mouth, pushing her head away from him, and ambling calmly down the alley until he too disappeared in the dark.
Dee sat back on her buttocks and looked helplessly at Brenda who held up Dee's clothes for her without saying anything. Slowly, Dee took the clothes and put them back on her ravished body. She felt like a fool who had been used against her will. And it had all been because she had scared them into thinking she might tell the police or someone that they had raped her and they had been forced to show her how much dirt would be used against her if she tried to get any of them in trouble.
She realized she had no complaint. Everything that happened had been her fault. If she hadn't left Jerry, if she hadn't talked Ron into taking her out on his surfboard to teach her to surf, if she had struggled harder against Peter....She buried her face in her hands and wept. Tears rolled down her cheeks and sobs gurgled in her throat. She felt Brenda's hands on her shoulders. Looking up, she saw compassion softening her features. "It really wasn't that bad, was it?" Brenda asked her.
Dee shook her head, trying to stop her sniffles. "No, but they didn't have to do it to me in the alley." She started to include Brenda in the plot against her, but she caught herself. She didn't need more enemies. Standing up, she started to walk back to her apartment, feeling as though she was the most unwanted person in the world.
Brenda followed Dee. "Where are you going? Wait. Why don't you come to my place. I'll put on some coffee. You don't want to be alone now, do you?"
Dee stopped. It was true she didn't want to be alone. She didn't feel up to talking to Jerry again. She knew she could not go back to him now. She would have to think about things and make a decision later. Her mind was too confused how to make a reasonable decision. "Thank you," she said. "I'd like that."
Brenda's apartment was not far from her own. It was a two bedroom apartment with the front windows over looking the ocean. The apartment was on the second floor. Dee followed her up the steps and waited behind her while she unlocked the door. Inside, the apartment was decorated in soft colors that gave a feeling of relaxation. Brenda told Dee to sit on the couch while she made coffee.
Kicking her sandals off, Dee tucked her legs under her and leaned back, thoughts of the day flooding her mind. She closed her eyes, feeling her nipples tingling against the fabric of her blouse as her breath lifted her breasts in a rhythmic motion. Dee heard Brenda stirring around in the kitchen. How had she gotten herself in such a situation? There was no one she could turn to. Her parents were dead and the grandmother who had raised her and sent her through high school was too old to understand or be able to help her now.
Brenda stuck her head in the door and told her she could take a shower if she thought it would make her feel better. Dee allowed herself to be coaxed into the tub like a child. Brenda led her into the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water, poured in bubble bath and excused herself to check on the coffee. Dee stripped off her blouse and jeans and stepped naked into the luxurious bath. Settling back in the tub, she felt the hot water working at her tired muscles, soothing and relaxing her to the point that she felt content to kick back and let the suds do their work. She felt her cunt tingling from the stimulation of the water. Spreading her thighs, she worked her fingers in a gentle circular motion over the outside of her pussy lips, allowing the water to bathe away the cum clinging to her body.
A moment later, Brenda set Dee's coffee cup on the edge of the tub and sat on the floor beside the toilet to talk. "They made me join them," she said, opening the conversation honestly. "I didn't want to, but I really didn't have any more choice in the matter than you did."
"How can three men make you do things against your will?"
Brenda shrugged. "They made you. Do you think my past is all virgin conduct. They have things on me that they can use to make me do what they want." Brenda looked down at her coffee cup. "I don't want to tell you what those things are, but believe me, they have a hold on me."
Dee shivered with a nervous contraction of her body. If Ron could force Brenda to do what he wanted, how was she going to stop him from continuing to force her to do what they wanted? Picking up her coffee cup, she let the rich flavor wash away the taste of Ron's cum from her mouth.
Brenda began removing her clothes and dropping them on the floor. "Look," she said, "why don't I join you in the tub. We can take turns washing each other's backs."
Dee slid to the back of the tub and made room for Brenda to sit at the other end. They worked their legs around each other and leaned back, talking and sipping their coffee. Dee felt completely at peace with Brenda. She held no resentment against the blonde girl for her part in the rape scene in the alley. Brenda felt a sensual arousal lingering deep within her flesh as she watched Brenda's large breasts floating at the top of the water, her nipples partially concealed by the bubbles.
Dee discovered from talking with Brenda that she, too, was somewhat of an orphan, having been raised by an aunt. She had escaped to San Diego when she was sixteen. That had been two years ago. Since that time she had lived with different people, moving from one apartment on the beach to the next until she found a job and got her own place. When their coffee was gone, Brenda told her to turn around in the tub so that she could wash her back. Obediently, Dee turned around in the water and allowed Brenda to soap her back with a washcloth. She felt Brenda running her hands lovingly over her shoulders and down her sides.
Brenda reached both her hands around Dee's sides to cup her breasts and soap them with the washcloth. The stimulation of the coarse cloth rubbing across her nipples caused her breasts to swell erotically. Her breathing came in deep inhalations that lifted and lowered her heavy boobs as Brenda continued massaging and toying with her nipples, her fingers working skillfully at her body with the tenderness and understanding that can only come from another woman.
Dee closed her eyes and leaned against Brenda, resting the back of her head against Dee's shoulders as the stimulation of her body continued soothing and relaxing her to the point that she lowered all of her defenses. Brenda's gentle fingers began moving down her body from her breasts, caressing lightly over her stomach and touching the dark curls of her mound.
Almost without giving conscious thought to what was happening, Dee spread her thighs and lifted her knees as Brenda's fingers invaded the private area of her crotch. Dee moaned as Brenda's massage titillated her cunt lips and worked her clitoris into a sensual state of arousal. As Brenda's fingers began working their way inside Dee's soapy box, Dee sucked in her breath and ground her hips upward to make her sex more accessible to her touch. Brenda worked her first finger into the entrance to Dee's cunt and then, one by one, began forcing her other fingers inside until she had pushed all four fingers of her right hand between Dee's spread cunt lips.
Using her fingers like a cock, Brenda drove her hand in and out between Dee's thighs. Dee groaned and pushed her back firmly against Brenda's front, feeling her hard nipples poking into her shoulder blades. She touched Brenda's legs as they wrapped themselves around her and ran her hands caressingly up and down her thighs. She had never touched a woman in a sexual way before and the feeling of Brenda's smooth thighs against her fingertips excited her and caused the juices to flow between her hungry slit.
Brenda's breath burned hotly against her neck as he fingers continued stabbing in and out of Dee's cunt, sucking and pulling at her insides from the vacuum produced by the water. She felt Brenda's breasts slapping at her back as she worked her hand in a rapid motion that drove her fingers deeper and deeper into her thirsting snatch.
Dee turned around in the tub to face Brenda. She looked at the blonde's beautiful breasts and felt saliva watering her mouth as she contemplated sucking her luscious flesh into her mouth and tasting the succulence of her nipples. Her hands reached out and cupped Brenda's heavy orbs. She lifted her firm flesh in her palms and caressed them with her fingertips, watching the dreamy expression of satisfaction spreading over Brenda's face.
Twisting and rolling Brenda's nipples between her fingers and thumbs, Dee wrapped her legs around Brenda's hips and pulled herself close, their mouths only inches apart. She leaned her head forward and circled Brenda's mouth with her own, sucking her lips between her teeth and nibbling on her mouth, her tongue working itself inside to explore the succulence of her oral cavity. The two woman thrust their tongues in and out of each other's mouths, tasting and swallowing the juices as though drinking a rare wine.
Dee felt her passion flaming to an intensity that equalled anything she had ever known before. The perversion of caressing another female skyrocketed her passion to the point that her pussy quivered lustfully for release. She lowered her mouth until she could get her lips over Brenda's right nipple. Sucking the pink tip into her mouth, she nursed thirstily at her flesh, her hands searching between Brenda's thighs until she located the entrance to her love nest.
Refusing to think about the wickedness of what she was doing, Dee used both hands to spread Brenda's pussy lips, massaging and tantalizing her flesh as she pushed her fingers into the pink center of her slit, feeling the slick juices oozing from her vagina and being washed away by the hot water. Dee pushed her middle finger into Brenda's gaping slit and forced her finger as far into her hole as she could reach. She massaged her finger against the erect node of her clit, watching with satisfaction as Brenda's features twisted into an expression of sensual arousal.
They continued masturbating each other, taking turn nurshing at each other's breasts and licking the creamy surface of their skin. Brenda reached behind her and pulled the plug in the tub. When the water had drained out and left only the suds, she pulled the shower curtain out and turned on the shower, adjusting the water so that the spray burned down on them as hot as they could stand it. Brenda pulled Dee on top of her as she slid down in the tub and rested on her back.
Dee kissed Brenda's mouth and then began working her mouth down her body, taking special care that she missed none of the sensitive spots of her body as she kissed and licked her tongue over every inche of her flesh. She licked at the heavy flesh of Brenda's breasts like they were ice cream cones, slurping and sucking at the succulent orbs as the arousal of her flesh took complete control of her body.
She was hesitant to leave her breasts as the taste of her nipples filled her mouth with sweet juices, but finally she replaced her mouth with her hands as she licked over the flesh of Brenda's stomach. She continued titillating Brenda's nipples with her fingertips, twisting and rolling them back and forth as her mouth nibbled lower and lower down her body. Tasting the oney smoothness of Brenda's body caused Dee's pussy to ooze with viscous love juices.
Darting her tongue in and out of Brenda's navel, she felt Brenda's stomach muscles rolling sensually as she moaned under the prolonged stimulation of her tongue. Dee felt as though she would explode with climax at any moment so aroused was her feverish flesh from the sinful act she was participating in. The throbbing of her sex kept her mouth feasting at Brenda's flesh. And then her lips were brushing against the moist curls of Brenda's cunt. She smelled the clean aroma of her box as it exuded a sensual fragrance of musk.
Sticking the tip of her tongue between Brenda's gaping slit, Dee tasted for the first time the glorious flavor of her pussy. She pressed her face as hard as she could into Brenda's crotch, her nose buried in the soft curls, her mouth opened and sucking at the delicious juices that lubricated her sex. Dee licked at the outside of Brenda's vulva, lathing her curls to her mound and slurping noisily. Using the tip of her tongue, Dee traced a line from the bottom of Brenda's slit all the way up to her erect and throbbing clitoris.
When Dee discovered the miraculous way her tongue lapping caused Brenda to shiver convulsively and moan with passionate arousal, she felt a sense of power and satisfaction. Her own arousal throbbed with increased tension as she continued eating and sucking at Brenda's pussy, tasting the hot sticky fluid that glistened on the tender inner surface of her pulsing box. Dee rubbed her face in Brenda's curls and sniffed at the fragrance of her flowing juices.
She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to lick and devour another woman's passion. Using her nose, Dee pushed into the slit of Brenda's cunt, spreading her lips apart and rubbing against the moist pink membranes. She lifted her hands and spread Brenda's thighs as far apart as she could, pushing her knees high against the sides of the tub so that she would have easier access to her beautiful pussy. Brenda's huge breasts were forced into a heap under her chin. Dee watched from her position between Brenda's legs, looking up over the forest of dark curls as her tongue splashed eagerly over her pussy, as Brenda dipped her head and began licking her own breasts. She hugged them together in her arms and forced the large, dark aureoles to crush against each other, Brenda dipped her head and lapped at her nipples with her tongue, spreading her mouth over her dark circles and pressing them wet-ly against her body.
Dee watched this display with growing arousal. Her body burned and tingled with an electric surging that rushed through her with rhythmic throbs. With her body pushed down at the bottom of the tub, her legs forced her own breasts tightly against her chest. She spread her knees and allowed her heavy globs to fall against the back of Brenda's buttocks. Dee reached her hands down to her breasts and pinched her nipples firmly between her fingers.
She resumed eating and nursing at Brenda's pussy, but at the same time, she titillated her own breasts as did Brenda. Playing with herself in front of someone else added excitement to what she was doing. She felt her tongue tip lapping into the depths of Brenda's cunt and feasting on her delicious pink flesh. She pushed her tongue as deeply into her hot hole as she could reach, slurping and sucking at her lips to try and force her mouth more tightly into her crotch. She enjoyed the feeling of her nose being buried in the steaming jungle of Brenda's pubic hair all wet and dripping as the hot water cascaded down over their churning bodies.
Dee watned Brenda sucking and lapping her tongue into her own cunt at the same time. Leaning back, she pulled at Brenda's hips until she was lying on her back in the center of the tub. Dee crawled around over her body until she could wedge her knees beside Brenda's head and lay over her, supporting her weight on her elbows for a moment as she positioned her head between Brenda's thighs. Immediately she felt Brenda's hands reaching around her hips and clasping themselves on her buttocks as she pulled her face between her thighs. They lapped at each other's dripping cunts, their mouths like hungry animals snarling and feasting at raw meat.
Dee's climax came quickly, ripping and tearing up from the center of her soul as she devoured Brenda's pussy. Her orgasm wasted her control like a shot of heroin blasting through her veins. Dee writhed and coiled over Brenda as the currents tortued her body. She felt Brenda's tongue darting like a snake in and out of her climaxing pussy. It sucked and slurped hotly at her flesh as Dee continued stabbing her own tongue between the clawing lips of Brenda's gash.
Their arms were locked around each other's hips and they thrashed back and forth in the bottom of the tub as though they were in a rocking chair. And then Dee felt Brenda's body explode into contractions of writhing delight as she, too, reached a climax and her orgasm rushed through her body. Together they coiled and clawed at each other's body, their mouths like dripping faucets as they slurped and sucked at their exploding cunts. Pussy and mouth sucked at each other in deep passionate kisses that kept their orgasms blasting through the women's bodies with an intensity that seemed to carry them on forever and ever.
They were like tigers scratching and writhing on the slick tile at the bottom of the tub while the hot water washed like a steaming falls down on their naked bodies. The bathroom steamed with passion as they continued arching their bodies and feasting in ravished hunger at their pulsing pussies. Dee felt like she was wired with electric cords that shot current through her entire body. She became like a wild woman as she plunged her tongue in and out of Brenda's cunt.
Dee could feel Brenda's sex clawing at her tongue each time she thrust her lapping organ deeply into her slit and forced it like a thick snake into the blonde's steaming tunnel. Dee ate Brenda's pussy like it was a living animal on its own. She tried to encompass the blonde's entire mound within her open mouth, pressing her lips as tightly over her flesh as possible, sucking and slurping and moaning. She could not get enough of the succulent taste of Brenda's climaxing pussy as it oozed delicious passion juices into her mouth.
With her arms wrapped around Brenda's spread thighs, Dee stabbed her fingers into her slit, her thumbs on the outside of her cunt lips, and pulled her vibrating cunt open until it gapped apart as far as she could stretch her feverish lips. Pushing her head even harder into her churning crotch, Dee plunged her tongue into the glistening organ like a dog gobbling at his bowl. She slurped thirstily to get as much of Brenda's fluid into her mouth as possible, relishing the hot taste of her slick juices.
And still their climax went on ravishing itself through their flesh and forcing their mouths to continue eating and drinking at their pussies. Dee felt her orgasm ringing through her body, forcing her to grind her hips obscenely into Brenda's face. She felt the burning water torturing her back and buttocks as it splattered in a heavy spray over her body. Even the heat of the tub added to the arousal of their flesh that kept them churning erotically to each other as though they were locked in mortal combat.
As the girls clawed frantically at each other, their faces were tortured masks of erotic rapture. Over and over, convulsion racked their bodies until they were drained and exhausted. At long last their climaxes subsided and they lay depleted in a heap, too tired even to turn off the hot water raining over their naked flesh. Dee rested her face on Brenda's pubic mound, her tongue tingling from exhaustion. She kept her hands on the backs of Brenda's thighs as she rested, her fingertips massaging and toying with the smooth flesh.
She heard Brenda's muffled sigh of contentment and felt her fingers playing with the curls of her pubic hair and then the gentle kisses Brenda lavished on her pussy lips as she too rested in the sensual after-glow of their orgasm. Finally Dee sat up and rested her buttocks against her heels. Looking down at Brenda as the shower water splashed unshielded now over her stomach and breasts, she realized just how beautiful and shapely the blonde's body was. Her breasts were perfectly shaped melons that looked ripe and rich. Her skin was tanned as darkly as her own. It looked like creamy honey.
She could not resist the urge to reach down with her hands and caress Brenda's breasts. Watching the way her mounds moved and changed shape against her squeezing hands, Dee licked her lips at the memory of their succulent taste. She leaned farther over and took her right nipple into her mouth again, her own breasts slapping themselves into Brenda's face. She felt Brenda sucking her tits quickly into her mouth.
The thought that she wanted to begin making love to Brenda again flashed through her mind just as the bathroom door opened with a loud crash as it was slammed against the wall. She looked up with fright as her heart raced in her chest. Brenda pushed her to the side and sat up as well, her face turning white when she saw the man standing in the doorway.
It was not hard to guess that he was a surfer. His shoulders were wide and strong lookingand his hair was bleached from the sun. His face stared daggers at Brenda as he slouched against the door frame, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "Just what the hell's going on here, bitch? I can't leave for one week without you giving every guy on the beach a blow job. And then I come up here and catch you fucking with another girl."
Dee tried to huddle behind Brenda for protection, but Brenda was even more afraid than she was. They clutched in panic at each other as the man stared threateningly at them. Brenda pleaded with him. "What I do is my business. You don't own me, Murph."
"Like hell I don't. When I live with someone, they do what I want them to do and nothing else." He crossed the room and grabbed Brenda's hair, pulling her in a tumbled heap from the tub. Dee cowered back against the far edge, her eyes frightened circles as she watched the anger burning from Murph's eyes.
Murph turned to her. "Who are you?" When she told him her name, his eyes lit up. "Ahh, then you must be the one Ron told me about." He looked down at Brenda huddled at his feet, her head forced against his right knee as he twisted the hair at the nape of her neck. "That's how I found out you been giving buys blow jobs." He twisted Brenda's hair tighter until she cried out for him to stop. "Stop. I'll tell you what I'm going to do, bitch. I'm going to make you and your queer girl friend pay for making a fool out of me."
Dee's hands went to her mouth. Oh, dear god! Fear raced through her. What was he going to do to them? And he had called her a lesbian. Her face burned with shame and humiliation. She wasn't a lesbian. Having a title attached to the spontaneous act of what she had done put it in a context of perversion that she had not felt while she was doing it. It wasn't right. Was he going to take it upon himself to punish her? What right did he have? But the worst thing that caused Dee's body to tremble was the realization that there was nothing she could do to stop him from doing anything he wanted with them. Her actions of the day left her no room to call for help.
CHAPTER SIX
With the shower still burning down on her naked body, Dee huddled in the bottom of the tub and watched with horror as Murph turned his attention to Brenda. He pulled her viciously to her feet and pushed her against the mirror on the opposite wall from the sink. He pushed her wrists against the top corners of the mirrors and kicked his foot against the insides of her ankles until she spread her legs and leaned against the mirror in a spread eagled position. "You better pretend that your wrists and ankles are chained where I've got them," Murph warned, "because if you move when I let go of you, I'm going to beat you until you decide to submit."
Brenda quivered against the mirror, her fear causing her to submit to him like an obedient slave. Dee watched Brenda's breasts shimmering as water ran in rivers down her body, drawing together in a stream to run down her cleavage where it mixed with the water streaming in thick drops from her pussy. Murph stepped back, his face stern and domineering. "I ought to slap your face around for what you've done. You deserve it, bitch. Instead, I'm just going to slap your tits. But I'm going to slap them around until I think you've learned your lesson. Are you ready?"
Brenda pleaded helplessly with him, her hands literally chained to the wall by her fear of dis obeying him. "Don't whip me, Murph, please. I get you. I can't stand it when you punish me." Brenda's beautiful body writhed against the wall as though she were struggling to pull herself free of the bonds that held her as securely as though they'd been real. The spectacle both terrified and fascinated Dee as she watched from the steamy cascade of the tub.
Murph began slapping Brenda's large firm breasts as though he were slapping the face of a naughty child. He slapped the sides of her breasts with the palms of his hands, whacking first her right boob and then her left. He kept it up mercilessly, whipping her heavy globes back and forth in a steady vicious beating. Dee gasped horrified. Her hands went protectively to her own heavy breasts, cupping them in her palms as she watched Brenda's tits taking a terrifying beating. As she watched, she felt her pussy quivering with arousal at the perverse sight of Brenda being punished.
"You're a bitch," Murph snarled at her. He began slapping other parts of her body as she writhed helplessly against the mirror. His big hands left red prints on her breasts and over her stomach. And then he began slapping her mound and the insides of her spread thighs. Brenda pleased with him to stop, her body coiling and twisting against her invisible chains. Over and over, she begged him to stop, but he paid no attention to her plea. Instead, he increased the force of his hands punishing and spanking her naked flesh.
As the whipping continued, Dee discovered that her fingertips were twisting and torturing her own nipples and that her hips were grinding themselves forward in a sensual, fucking motion as she watched Brenda's body being tortured. Oh god, was she so perverted that the sight of someone being punished turned her on? Yet, it did. She found herself wishing that she was in Brenda's place and the image of herself being chained to the wall and whipped excited her to a more surprised and intense arousal than she'd ever experienced.
Using her left hand, she stretched her right breast up into her face and opened her mouth. She closed her lips around her nipple and sucked it ravishingly between her teeth, slurping at it with her tongue in an obscene display of arousal. She could hardly believe what she was doing. Yet she couldn't stop herself. Her right hand went to her crotch and began to massage the outside of her vagina. She stroked the tips of her fingers up and down the dark forest of her curls and traced the path of her hot and dripping slit. Her breath came in deep, gasping inhalations as she watched Brenda being tortured and humiliated in front of her.
Murph beat the insides of Brenda's thighs over and over. The sound of his hand whacking against the tender soft flesh was muffled by the steaming shower. Dee watched Brenda struggling to keep from crying out as her punishment went on and on, knowing that crying out would only make matters worse. Murphy spanked Brenda's body with sadis tic enjoyment. He stopped long enough to strip his clothes quickly from his body. When he began punishing her again, his huge erection throbbed between his legs like an angered bull's horn.
Dee's fingers rubbed at her breasts as Murph returned to slapping Brenda's boobs. She didn't see how Brenda could take so much punishment without having to double up on the floor to protect herself. The very fact that she was so afraid of Murph that she would stand up to so much torture caused Dee to fear him too.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Brenda's beautiful breasts were slapped back and forth again and again. She writhed and coiled helplessly against the mirror. The white flesh of her twin globes was red with the imprints of Murph's hands. Dee watched in horror as Murph beat Brenda's body with sadistic delight. The water from the shower started turning cold and Dee shut the faucet off.
The sudden quiet caused Murph to stop slapping and torturing Brenda's body long enough to stop Dee with a threatening gesture. "Don't try to get out of that tub until I tell you to," he warned. Dee pressed herself back against the far wall, the passion burning through her flesh increased by the fear of being tortured by Murph the same way Brenda was being beaten.
Murph turned back to Brenda and continued slapping her body, his hands open and powerful. Each slap caused Brenda's breasts to jump out from her chest as though she was skipping rope without a bra. Watching her breasts being tortured and spanked kept Dee's passion building hotter and hotter in her loins. She felt ashamed of herself for the erotic arousal of her flesh at the expense of Brenda, but she couldn't help the way her passion flamed through her veins and caused the juices to flow in her pussy.
Murph stepped back and watched with satisfaction the contortions of Brenda's body from the beating of his hands. He smiled and reached between his legs to his cock. Using his right hand, he began pumping his organ up and down, gripping his in shaft in his fist and pulling his foreskin over his throbbing red head. Dee was amazed at the size of his organ as it throbbed eagerly in his hand. He moved closer to Brenda, reaching out with his left hand to grab her hair. "Get down on your knees, baby and suck my cock."
His order released the invisible chains holding Brenda spread eagled to the mirror and she immediately bent to do his bidding. On her knees, she opened her mouth and sucked the head of Murph's cock between her lips. She sucked eagerly on his dong, pumping her head up and down over his curved shaft and holding his hips with her hands. Murph ground his hips into her face, keeping his knees slightly bent and his hands in her hair, forcing his tool in and out of her mouth like a saw.
Brenda moaned passionately as she sucked and slurped at his mammoth organ and Dee realized that she, too, was turned on to the sadistic beating she had received. Brenda felt her own hands working at her crotch and continuing to massage her breasts and torment her own nipples. Her fingers toyed with her clit and tantalized the tender interior of her slit. She stabbed all four fingers of her right hand into her pussy, forcing her fingers to fuck in and out of her cunt as though it was a human cock.
She continued watching the humiliating spectacle of Brenda slurping and feasting over Murph's organ, her mouth circling his thick shaft and pumping up and down, her lips dripping with the saliva in her mouth that oozed out around the sides of Murph's cock and dripped down each side of Brenda's chin. Slowly, Brenda managed to work more and more of Murph's mammouth organ into her mouth, taking his hot head deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. Murph's dick finally managed to work its way all the way to the base of his shaft inside Brenda's lusting mouth.
Dee felt her passion reaching a point that she knew she had to have another orgasm. Her flesh cried out for release. Her fingers worked frantically in her slit, stabbing and plunging inside her feverish vagina. Neither of them paid any attention to her as she continued fucking herself with her fingers. They were too involved with the passion burning through their own bodies to take heed of the perverted desire burning like a forest fire through Dee's body.
Dee had assumed that Murph would make Brenda continue sucking his cock until he reached an orgasm and exploded his semen into her mouth, but that was not the case. When his cock was slick and dripping with the lubrication from Brenda's mouth, he pushed her feasting mouth from his organ and ordered her to turn around and bend over. Brenda did as she was told, turing her back to his cock and offering her rear to his lustful eyes. Murph reached down and pulled on Brenda's hips until he lifted her to her feet. She started to stand up, but he pushed her head back down and ordered her to grab her ankles.
Brenda's beautiful ass stuck up in the air, her buttocks spread to reveal the tightly puckered center of her anus. Murph began massaging her ass cheeks with his hands as he moved in close behind her and aimed his cock head at her quivering rectum. He pushed his tool into the crack of her ass and began grinding his hips forward, driving his shaft up and down in the valley between her shivering buttocks.
Brenda moaned at the contact with his hot tool, her cheeks shivering like Jell-o as she anticipated the penetration of his eager organ. Murph placed his thumbs at the entrance to her bowels and forced them into the opening, pulling her sphincter apart like he was trying to rip it in two equal halves. He pushed his thick head into the gapping opening and drove his tool into her rectum with the force of a pile driver, slamming his hips gorward as hard as he could.
Brenda screamed and reached frantically back to try and grab his organ to keep it from penetrating so viciously into her helpless anus, but he slapped her hands out of the way and continued forcing his prick deeper into her butt. His big dick plunged all the way to the base of his shaft as he pulled on Brenda's hips at the same time he thrust with his pelvis. Brenda was forced to arch her back as Murph's big prod drove itself into her body.
The sight of Murph's angry organ burying itself so deeply into Brenda's ass caused Dee to quiver with delight and eager anticipation. She was hypnotised by the vicious assault on Brenda's body. Her own flesh burned with an erotic arousal that kept her eyes glued to the perverse attack on Brenda's rectum. She wanted her own ass to be ravished and brutalized the same way Brenda's was being attacked.
Dee kept her fingers working like a cock in her pussy as Murph slowed the pace of his organ reaming in and out of Brenda's poor ass. Again and again, he drove his weapon into her butt, his thick shaft ripping and spreading her cheeks apart and grinding its way up her back tunnel with a viciousness that both terrified and excited Dee as she watched the proceedings with growing arousal. She felt like a deviate as she fucked at her pussy with her fingers and kept her eyes locked on the humiliating sight of Brenda's punishment.
When Murph had satisfied himself that Brenda would stay where she was and allow him to fuck his big dick into her ass as long as he wanted to, he calmly withdrew his organ and placed his swollen cock head at the entrance to her pussy slit that dripped with the erotic arousal of her flesh. He slammed his prick into Brenda's pussy with the same heedless savagery that he had used earlier to drive his prick into her ass. Brenda again screamed as she felt his huge organ plow into her pussy with one vicious thrust of Murph's hips. His cock went all the way to the base of his organ and his balls whipped themselves into Brenda's crotch with a soft slapping sound.
Dee thought that Murph would spill his seed into Brenda's pussy, but instead he kept his organ working in and out of her body in a slow steady rhythm that kept his organ rock hard and pulsing with sadistic passion and Dee wild-eyed with lust to have the same thing happening to her.
Brenda began moaning with erotic arousal as Murph tortured and humiliated her in front of Dee. His smile was sadistic as his fingers toyed with Brenda's ass cheeks while he drove his prick back and forth in her pussy. Murph acted like his main concern was to see how much he could humiliate Brenda in front of Dee. With his right hand, he gripped Brenda's long hair and rolled it into a rope at the back of her head and used it like a bridle, pulling her head up sharply and causing her to arch her back as much as possible. And then he brought his left hand between his pubic and Brenda's firm buttocks. He turned his hand so that his palm pressed into the crack of her ass. Inserting his middle finger into her rectum, he jerked and pushed Brenda's body back and forth on his cock.
Murph turned to Dee and ordered her out of the tub, all the time continuing to plunge his cock in and out of Brenda's pussy while his hands rocked her back and forth, causing her heavy breasts to swing like melons under her bent over body.
Dee stepped timidly from the tub, afraid and eager at the same time. Murph told her to get on her hands and knees under Brenda's bent over body. Dee obeyed quickly. "Suck her tits," Murph ordered.
Dee was quick to do as he told her. Not only did she want to suck the succulent breasts swing provocatively above her face, but she was afraid to dis obey. She reached up and cupped Brenda's large breasts in her palms and quided them to her mouth. She was forced to bend her head back dramatically and sit back as far as possible on her heels to get her mouth around the nipples of Brenda's breasts. Her hands bunched Brenda's massive flesh together so that her nipples touched each other.
Dee sucked and nursed eagerly on Brenda's dark aureoles, flicking her tongue back and forth over her tits until she felt them growing erect and firm in her mouth. Murph continued fucking and plunging his hips into Brenda's body as Dee nursed at her breasts. Murph timed the thrusts of his hips to keep his tool screwing into Brenda's pussy with a pace that would allow him to go on all night fucking into her body without exploding his cum from his balls. His pace was slow, tortuous and sadistic.
Brenda moaned continuously under the double stimulation of Murph's cock and the thirsting lips of Dee's mouth nursing at her breasts. Dee sucked and licked her tongue over Brenda's breasts as though she was eating candy. Her mouth watered deliciously as she feasted at Brenda's body. Murph continued driving his cock into Brenda's pussy, his hands forcing her body to rock back and forth, impaling herself on and off his cudgel in a rhythmic motion that kept her flesh titillated to excruciating arousal.
Despite the slow pace of Murph reaming in and out of her pussy, Brenda could not hold back her climax. And suddenly she erupted into contortions of sensual spasms that coiled and twisted her body helplessly between them. "I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmmmming!" Brenda screamed, her hands pulling at Dee's head for support as her body lost itself in the sensual delight of her climaxing flesh.
Murph did not allow the frantic contortions of Brenda's body to alter the pace of his tool as he kept plunging it in as far as he could and then pulling it out slowly, enjoying the friction of her sucking organ clawing at his shaft. He smiled as he pushed and pulled at her cunt. Dee lowered her right hand to her own crotch and resumed masturbating her pussy while she sucked Brenda's breasts.
Brenda screamed over and over as her climax blasted through her body, keeping her in helpless spasms of pleasure. Brenda's climax went on and on as Murph skillfully kept her orgasming body titillated by his thrusting tool. But finally Brenda's body could take no more as her tired nerved depleted themselves and she was left exhausted and drained. Murph pulled his prick from her pussy and pushed her to the floor. Dee felt Brenda's nipples jerked from her mouth as she fell against the wall where Murph pushed her.
With her heart pounding, Dee knew that her turn had finally come. She looked up at Murph as he stroked his still hard tool back and forth in his fist, pulling his foreskin up and down over his throbbing head. His eyes pierced her flesh and forced her to look down submissively.
Dee felt her passion burning in her cunt like a perverse animal, urging her on to couple up with his evel cock. She shivered and shrank back against the wall, wanting and fearing what she knew would come next. "Suck it," Murph ordered, following the same pattern he had used on Brenda.
Dee looked at his massive organ dangling only inches from her face. A glistening fluid lubricated his entire shaft and head from the cunt juices of Brenda's body. His prick looked to her like a huge monster with one eye that stared at her savagely. She licked her lips as Murph moved closer to her, his rubbery head slapping wetly against her lips. Dee was afraid to hesitate. Quickly she opened her mouth and allowed him to stuff his bulging corona past her lips. She felt his hot organ filling her mouth and forcing her cheeks to puff out from the size of his dick.
His cock burned against her tongue and poked at the back of her throat as he began grinding his hips forward and back. Dee kept her lips over her teeth as his tool raped into her oral cavity. Perversely, she enjoyed the hot taste of his weapon as it plowed into her mouth and struggled to force itself deeply into her throat. She tried to relax her neck muscles as his cock plunged again and again in a vicious assault on her mouth.
With each cruel thrust of his hips, Dee felt his prick working itself deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. She worked her head in a circular motion as he continued fucking into her face with his angered weapon. At first, she didn't think she would be able to take his cock all the way into her mouth the way Brenda had, but as he persisted in raping his organ with savage thrusts into her throat, she slowly managed to get more and more of his thick shaft past her lips until she felt her nose buried in the forest of hair covering his pubic and she realized with satisfaction that his cock was buried in her mouth as far as it could reach.
His hands pulled at her hair and ears as he kept his hips grinding forward in a sensual rhythm that drew his organ in and out of her throat, its slick sides burning across her lips and tongue, leaving the taste of the juices from Brenda's cunt and the hot, fleshy taste of his weapon in her mouth. Dee moaned as the passion in her loins continued building at the perverse attack on her body. She loved the feeling of having his cock violating her mouth and satisfying its lust at the expense of her dignity.
She swallowed the combined juices of his glistening prick and the saliva that built up in her mouth as she feasted at his shaft. The taste of the hot fluid filling her mouth added to the excitement flaming through her flesh. Her hands went to her own breasts and she continued torturing her nipples and tasting the succulence of his huge organ. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see Brenda watching them as she had watched her earlier.
Dee felt ashamed of the way her passion throbbed through her flesh, making a display of the arousal that humiliated her by her own actions and response to the sadistic advance of Murph. Horrified at what she was doing, Dee felt her right hand moving down from her breasts to her feverish .pussy, stabbing her fingers obscenely into her own slit like a starving slut. But she couldn't stop herself, so compelling was the burning desire throbbing through her veins.
Murph pulled her up from her knees and forced her to stand back against the mirror the same way Brenda had earlier. Dee released the sucking motion of her lips around his thick shaft reluctantly as he pulled her up and pressed her wrists to the corners of the mirror. She felt as though she was in a hypnotic trance. Her arms locked themselves into position as though they were as real to her as they had been to Brenda. She felt her pussy dripping with the juices flowing between her lips and running in drops down the insides of her thighs.
Instead of whipping Dee's breasts the way he had Brenda's, Murph got down on his knees in front of her and reached his hands to her cunt, spearing his thumbs between her pussy lips and spreading her snatch open to expose the pink inner membranes. Smiling, he slurped his tongue thickly into her aroused flesh. Dee felt his tongue bathing her cunt and blasting like a hot fire into the depths of her lusting tunnel. His tongue stabbed wetly into the center of her pussy, slurping into her like a stiff phallus.
With his tongue lapping hungrily at her aroused flesh, it did not take long before Dee reached a point of arousal that would result in a climax at any moment, but before she was allowed to enjoy the release of orgasm, Murph stood up and began feasting his mouth and tongue over her breasts, leaving her pussy dripping and thirsting to be filled by his cock. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and stabbed his thumbs into the slit of her cunt and spread her lips to make it easy to aim the rubbery head of his cock into the dark tunnel of her vagina.
Dee gasped with fear and hunger as his prick positioned itself at the entrance of her love nest in preparation for burrowing into her body. And then with one vicious thrust of his hips, Murph tore into the tender center of Dee's lusting passion, driving his tool all the way to the base of his shaft. Using long, slow strokes, Murphy ground his tool in and out of Dee's body with a rhythm that would last for a long time. Dee felt his big cock stretching the sleeve of her vagina to the utmost as he thrust in and out of her. She quivered against the mirror and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as his organ reamed her cunt with expert strokes.
As she approached closer and closer to climax, Murph increased the speed of his tool tearing into her cunt, raping his shaft into her snatch with hard thrusts of his hips. Suddenly Dee felt his sperm shooting into her pussy like it was being shot from a gun, splashing against the back of her cervix like hot lava.
As Murph's climax blasted through his body, Dee reached an orgasm of equal intensity. She felt her body lost in the sensual contractions that twisted and coiled her flesh against the mirror in a mass of writhing contortions. She screamed. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Grinding her own hips against his shaft, Dee jammed her cunt again and again over his mammoth tool as they churned together in a frantic rhythm of lust.
Their climax went on and on as the passion unleashed itself in their flesh in feverish surges of powerful energy that kept them churning and thrusting at each other with compelling need. Dee saw Brenda watching them as they lusted into each other and struggled to satiate their passion. Dee felt helpless as she received the last of Murph's cum. His prick shrivelled in her cunt and he pulled it out with a soft sucking sound.
Dee slid down the mirror and sat on the bathroom floor beside Brenda. A moment later, they heard a loud knocking on the front door. Murph strolled naked from the room to answer the door like some crude animal. Dee was too afraid to even say anything while they waited in the bathroom for further instructions from Murph. Looking at each other, Dee could see that Brenda was even more afraid of Murph than she was.
A second later, Murph returned and said he was going to go out for a second and that if they knew what would be best for them, they'd better stay right where they were and wait for him to get back. Otherwise they would regret their actions. As soon as he had stepped out the front door and closed it behind him, Dee stood up quickly and started getting dressed. Brenda looked at her with growing fear in her eyes. "You're not going to leave me alone with him are you?"
"You can come with me if you want, but I'm sure not going to stay here and wait for him to come back and start all over again."
They dressed in record time and moved quickly to the front door. Opening it, Dee stepped out first. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked over the railing of the stairs. Murph stood at the bottom talking to two guys she had never seen on the beach before. They dashed back inside the apartment. "Lock the front door," Dee said.
"It won't do any good," Brenda responded. "Murph has his own key."
Feeling more fear than she had ever felt before in her life, Dee realized the only thing left for her to do was to call Jerry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once she had her husband on the phone, Dee was too ashamed to tell him everything that had happened to her. She gave him the address of her apartment and the address of where she was calling from. She could picture Jerry in his study chair by the phone with a book in one hand and his grip squeezer in the other. It seemed that was all Jerry ever did, study and squeeze his rubber grip builder.
She could not bring herself to tell him that she had been forced to submit to sexual attacks and that she was afraid, but she knew that he could tell something was wrong by the fear sounding in her voice. And then the front door opened and she quickly hung up the phone. Murph stood in the door looking at them, the expression on his face quickly turning to anger when he saw that they were both dressed.
"I don't think I told you to get dressed. I told you to stay where you were till I got back." His face was red and twisted in rage. "You'll pay for this. Take your clothes back off, I've arranged a party for you two. I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget." He looked at Brenda. "The next time you try to make a fool out of me by giving everyone on the beach a blow job while I'm gone, maybe you'll think twice first."
Brenda was quick to defend herself. "Ron told you that and it was Ron who forced me to do it," she pleaded.
Murph hesitated at the news. "Well, I'll take care of him too. Just get your clothes off." He stood watching them while they removed their clothes and stood naked in front of him waiting to see what he would make them do next. He just smiled at them with his arms crossed as he leaned back against the door, waiting.
Dee attempted to cover his nakedness with her hands as she stood in the center of the living room. She felt more ashamed and humiliated then she had ever felt before. Fear raced through her flesh. She kept looking up at Brenda, but Brenda was so afraid that she wouldn't even look up from the floor. A moment later, a knock again sounded on the front door. Murph turned and opened the door. At least six guys stood in front of the apartment.
They all had sun bleached hair and the broad shoulders of surfers. Most of them were about the same age as Dee, but a couple of them were older men who looked to be twenty-two or maybe even twenty-three. Dee felt her face flushing as they stared in the door at her nakedness. Murph laughed and opened the door wider. "Come in, men. Welcome to the orgy. We're taking them down to the beach. The more the merrier."
Dee couldn't believe what they made them do. Pulling them by their arms, Dee and Brenda were dragged naked from the apartment and taken down to the beach as the men gathered around them to act as a shield until they were far enough down the beach so that they would not be seen by passer-bys. The night air felt cold on Dee's naked skin as she was dragged helplessly down to the surf. Shielded by darkness, the girls were forced to lay on their backs side by side on the sand while several of the men built a fire. Dee could see that several fires burned up and down the beach as different groups of people sat around the flames roasting hot dogs and drinking wine. People strolled along the board walk at the top of the beach, but Dee knew she would never be able to call out to them for help.
Even if she did have the nerve to call out, she knew that hands would cover her mouth before she managed to get anyone brave enough to investigate what was happening in the large group of strong men. And then things would go even worse for her. So, suffering in silence, she watched as the group grew larger and larger as word went silently up and down the area to all of the surf crowd that an orgy was taking place in the sand.
Murph was definitely the leader of the group. Everyone did what he said. Dee didn't see either Ron or Peter. She knew that they would do nothing to help her anyway other than join in on the orgy. She shivered as the sand pressed into her back. "Who wants to be first," Murph called out.
Several voices responded. Murph pointed to a short, barrel-chested boy with red hair. "All right, Tim, you're first. You get to eat Brenda to get her ready for someone else."
Everyone laughed at the disappointed look that crossed Tim's face. "Hey, that's not what I wanted to do," he said. "Why don't you make the girls eat each other to get them wet and ready. I want to fuck them, not eat them."
Everyone thought that was really funny except Dee and Brenda. Four men grabbed Brenda by her arms and legs and spread-eagled her on her back in the sand. Murph nudged Dee with his right foot. "Eat her, bitch. Suck out her pussy the way you were doing before. Lap up her cunt so that it's nice and wet and sloppy. And remember the more lubricated that she is, the easier it will be for her so it's up to you to 'protect' her." He laughed cruelly.
But Dee realized that what he said was true. If they were to be raped by all the men that stood around them eagerly talking in hushed tones and anxious to get things under way, they would need a lot of lubrication. Obediently, Dee crawled between Brenda's spread thighs and began lapping her tongue into her gaping pussy. The crowd of guys around them cheered as she began lathing her tongue over the outside of Brenda's vulva.
With her ass sticking obscenely up in the air, Dee shivered and tried not to think of anything other than preparing Brenda for the coming torture of her body. Her tongue stabbed wetly into her slit and flicked up to her clitoris, sheathed in a tiny fold of pink skin. Using the tip of her tongue like a finger, Dee flicked the node to quick arousal. She felt the tiny button responding to the lapping of her tongue and arousing itself to erection. Dee allowed as much saliva as she could work up in her mouth to drip into Brenda's box, working it over the outside and the inside of her pulsing snatch.
They were completely surrounded now by the oogling eyes of the crowd of men. And more were joining the group all the time. Already there were over a dozen buys waiting eagerly for a chance to fuck them. Dee felt her heart racing wildly in her breasts as she worked at Brenda's cunt, licking and sucking at the blonde girl's slit in a slow bathing of her flesh that would prolong the inevitable for as long as she could.
"She's ready," someone said. And someone else said. "Let me do it. I'll eat her out better than she can do."
Dee was pushed aside and a small, skinny kid took her place between Brenda's thighs. The boy was completely dressed and wore a baseball cap turned backward on his head as he knelt between her legs and lowered his head to her crotch. Again the group cheered as the kid began eating and sucking at Brenda's pussy, making noises like a pig eating slop. He slurped and grunted into her cunt with relish, his head bobbing up and down. Dee watched horrified as Brenda began churning and squirming under the prolonged lapping of his tongue as her arousal flamed to life and caused the juices in her quivering sex to begin flowing from between her pussy lips.
Dee was not allowed to play a passive role in the orgy. Hands went to her arms and legs and spread her back on the sand beside Brenda. She felt their eyes burning into her with sadistic lust as she struggled to free herself from their grip. Her struggling was useless. She felt the cruel hands of the men spreading her legs as far apart as they would go. Hands toyed and played with the tender inner surface of her thighs and other hands began pauling and tantalizing her breasts. There were so many men around them that each person could concentrate on holding one arm or leg and others were free to tease and torment her breasts or pussy.
Three men began feasting on her body at the same time, one of them kneeling between her thighs and eating at her pussy, while the other two began nursing at each of her breasts. She felt their mouths sucking her nipples between their lips and nibbling on her tits, rolling them back and forth between their teeth. Their hands clawed and pulled at the firm flesh of her boobs, squeezing and massaging her until her entire body was aroused and quivering with passion.
She tried to deny the messages being sent to her brain by the nerves of her sex, but it was useless. She felt her arousal growing within her body like the growing size of the fire that burned a few feet away. The tongue lapping at her pussy was like an instrument of torture that enflamed her sex and caused the juices to flow like honey between her lips. She felt the man's tongue stiffening itself into a firm phallus and stabbing into the center of her slit in a lustful feasting of her dripping cunt. Again and again, his tongue slurped into her pussy, flicking and darting over her clitoris until her breathing rasped in and out of her lungs in deep inhalations that caused her breasts to rise and fall provocatively.
From her position on her back, Dee could see the stars shining between the leering faces of the men surrounding her. She looked up between them and held her breath as the man between her thighs continued stuffing his tongue deeply into her cunt. She bit her lower lip and struggled to hold back the sounds of arousal that threatened to burst from her lips. She pulled back and forth in an attempt to wrestle herself free from the strong hands holding her on her back in the sand.
Escape was hopeless. She heard Brenda moaning beside her as she too began to feel the arousal of the feasting of her flesh. Brenda's moans were like triggers that caused the juices to flow even hotter within her own body. Again and again, she struggled to free herself of the hands holding her, but their grip was too strong. Mouths sucked at her nipples and fingers touched and caressed her flesh as though she were merchandise that was being offered free for the taking.
Her flesh was alive with feeling. Hands, fingers, and mouths feasted on her. Every nerve in Dee's body was alive with passion as they ravished like perverted sex monsters at her body. The tongue in her pussy slurped and splashed as it darted in and out of her slit, washing her entire crotch with his savage drool. As fingers raked like claws into the quiver meat of her buttocks, she felt her pussy being fouced viciously against the hungry mouth, its teeth circling her vagina, biting and sucking at her sex.
She could no longer hold back the passionate moans of pleasure that were viciously torn from her lips as the snarling mouth ate at her pussy. Dee felt its tongue working rapidly in and out of her slit, stabbing into her like the darting tongue of a snake. She could feel its slippery surface pushing hotly up her quivering tunnel and sizzling against the back of her cunt, tantalizing and titillating her flesh to unbelievable intensity. Her naked flesh vibrated like a charged electric wire in the fingers of the rapists attacking her.
It was like a current of energy had untied them into a group of one lusting animal, tearing and ripping into itself. Her cunt lips were sucked and chewed. Her clitoris was bathed with burning desire. Her flesh cried out to be taken, to have its most secret places violated and ravished. She hated herself for wanting what she did, but she couldn't deny it. The perverse desire for them to rape her burned its ugly head out of the very depth of her soul and she screamed out to them, "Take me. Oh, god, take me."
Naked cocks quivered above her everywhere. She watched as pants were unzipped and pushed around knees or kicked off entirely and the area above her body was filled with cocks lusting to penetrate her pussy. Dee's hips ground up at them in a sensual movement she was incapable of stopping as her arousal flared even more at the beautiful sight of their swollen cocks. But there were too many of them! Her heart raced with fear. They would tear her apart. Her poor pussy would never be able to take that much torture and punishment.
Yet the desire to have as many of them fucking and screwing into her body overwhelemed her. She closed her eyes against their image but she could not erase them from her mind. Oh, god, what was wrong with her that she became such a lusting animal at the way they were lapping and slurping at her flesh? She felt her muscles straining and twisting against the men. She had to get away. She had to stop what was happening to her. She would never be able to face herself if she didn't at least make the effort, but even as she thought those thoughts she knew that there was nothing she could do.
And then she heard someone saying that she should be forced to suck some of their cocks before she was screwed. "Let her get a taste of what's going to fill up her pussy."
The suggestion met with everyone's approval, including Murph's. Hands pulled at her hair and jerked her painfully to her knees. Beside her, she saw the same thing happening to Brenda. Her face was pushed into the naked crotch of the first man standing in front of her. His cock slapped against her left cheek. Jerking her head back, she tried to dodge the evil organ as it was thrust at her lips. The fingers in her hair kept her face turned to the front so that she could not avoid the hot, rubbery cockhead.
Even with her lips pinched together as tightly as she could manage, Dee could not prevent the thick cock from forcing its way into her mouth. She felt it sliding past her lips and over her tongue. She tasted the hot surface of his smooth shaft and felt the pulsing of his blood along the veins of his shaft as it surged against her tongue and cheeks. The feeling of having his big cock in her mouth while a host of lusting men stared at her caused a perverse excitement in Dee's flesh.
It was like a surge of sensual energy so strong that she found her mouth sucking and nursing at the big phallus like a starving animal, her mouth dripping with saliva and bathing his organ with the fluid from her mouth. She sucked and slurped at his shaft with blind arousal, her lips attempting to suck his prick all the way into her throat. She pumped her head up and down and relaxed the muscles of her throat. Hands in her hair kept her head moving even without her exertion, forcing the man's cock to ravish in and out of her throat, ripping its way forcefully into the gapping cavity of her mouth.
Dee gagged and rotated her head in an effort to work his tool smoothly into the hunger of her mouth, finally finding that position at his crotch that allowed his thrusting weapon to penetrate all the way into the back of her throat. Dee breathed on the outstrokes of his organ and relaxed the muscles of her throat on his in strokes and in that way managed to take all of his eager cock into her mouth so that her nose was buried into the hair of his pubic each time he stabbed his hips forward.
After his tool had reached the maximum penetration of throat, Dee felt other organs probbing at the different openings of her body. Fingers dug into her anus and pussy while other fingers twisted her nipples and stretched the heavy mountains of her breasts. She gulped and slurped at the cock lusting into her throat, her tongue lathing hot-ly over the smooth skin.
No sooner had she adjusted the rhythm of her oral stimulation of his cock than it was pulled from between her gobbling lips and a fresh prick was thrust at her mouth. This time she was ordered to lick the sack of balls that swung like twin walnuts under his throbbing lance. Dee obeyed eagerly, licking her tongue over his shaft and then lowering her head and tracing a line down from the base of his organ to the bottom of his scrotum.
The hair on his balls tickled her nose and she licked it flat against his wrinkled flesh until it was plastered with the juices from her mouth. She buired her nose between his balls and smelled the erotic aroma of his sex lusting feverishly for release. She could almost smell the cum that boiled like burning lava in the center of his churning balls. Her arms were released and she dugged the man's hips to her face and nursed like a starving prostitute at his organ.
The group around her cheered as they watched in complete fascination at the sight of her passion taking charge of her body and humiliating her in front of them. She gobbled at the beautiful organ in front of her like she was afraid it would disappear at any moment and her life depended on sucking and licking it forever. But that organ too was pulled from her mouth as someone else could not wait long enough for her to draw the cum from the slit of his head.
A third and then a fourth organ was pushed into her face and the hands jerking her head about by pulling on her hair could not make up their minds what cock they wanted her to suck. Dee licked and slurped thirstily at any weapon that she could get her tongue near, her lips and mouth drooling with her obscene lust. She felt the shame of what she was doing, but that too added to the desire that forced her even more surely than the hands of her attackers to feast over their pricks like a whore at a hot dog roast.
She could not get enough of their hot organs thrusting in and out of her mouth and causing her lips to tingle provocatively as the juices of her mouth bathed the glistening cock. Again and again her mouth was pushed and pulled from organ to organ until Murph's voice boomed out for the confusion to stop. "Leave her alone until she brings someone to orgasm," he said. "I want to see her swallowing cum." He put his hands on his hips and looked out over the crowd of lusting men. "Now who wants to cum in her mouth first?"
Hands went up and voices volunteered. Murph pointed to a tall skinny boy with one of the largest and hardest cocks Dee had seen. "Dee will eat you first," Murph said. And then picking out another person, he assigned Brenda the task of bringing him to orgasm. "The first one of you to suck cum out of the cock in your mouth will get a reward. The loser will be punished."
As Dee sucked the organ between her lips, she was unsure whether she wanted to win the face of being the first to swallow cum or not. Judging from the way Murph acted, winning or losing could wind up being equally painful for Brenda and herself. And she thought she would rather be punished herself than see her friend being punished. She shivered as the big cock began sliding past her lips and filling her mouth with his rubbery corona.
She flicked her tongue across the single slit in his head, tasting the tangy fluid that oozed in a thick drop from its entrance. Making an O with her lips, Dee pushed her head forward and felt the organ filling her mouth and working its way into the tunnel of her throat. Her fingers went to the sack of his balls and she began fondling them and hefting them in her palm, feeling his scrotum drawing itself upas its twin occupants prepared themselves to release his hot fluid.
Bobbing her head up and down over his organ, Dee tasted his hot flesh ravishing itself in her mouth. She felt his prick diving and plunging into her throat with sadistic thrusts of his hips that reamed his head all the way into her neck so that she was forced to arch her back to guide his pole accurately. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw that Brenda was feasting between the legs of a short, heavy-set boy of about sixteen who stood in front of her with his legs spread and his body completely naked.
She felt her own arousal continuing to grow hotter and hotter as she watched Brenda easting and bobbing her head into his crotch. Turning her attention back to the organ in her own mouth, she continued tantalizing the man's balls with her fingertips and slurping her lips over his shaft as he raced it back and forth within her mouth.
His cockhead seemed to swell in her mouth and pulse hotly. Dee realized that he was close to reaching a climax and exploding his cum into her hungry mouth. She felt the blood rushing through her veins and her heart speed up as she sucked more urgently at his tool, her mouth like a lusting organ of its own as she moaned and feasted at his pole. The air around her was filled with the hot urgency of awed voices grumbling at the spectacle going on in front of them. Many hands were playing at their own crotches as they lustfully waited for their turn at her body.
Dee felt a rush of sensual passion pounding through her flesh and pussy. Oh, dear god, she was going to cum in front of them. She felt shame and humiliation filling her and she turned her head, fighting at the intense feeling of passion smoldering between her pussy lips as she boggled at the huge organ hot and heavy in her mouth. She sucked her breath in each time his cock drew out of her mouth, her breasts rising and falling under her as fingers twisted and tore at her red and tingling nipples.
Oh please, she begged to herself, don't let it happen. Don't make me climax in front of them this way. But she could not still the rising passion as her hips ground forward in a fucking motion that forced her pussy lips against the fingers stabbing and thrusting at her slit. She felt the fingers acting like a cock and separating her cunt lips and spearing into her entrance like a hot knife as finger after finger was inserted until one whole hand tore itself in and out between her thighs.
Dee gasped and arched her back as the stimulation of her ravished flesh grew to greater and greater intensity. Fingers ripped and tore at her nipples until she thought she would feel her entire breasts clawed from her body. She vibrated with passion ready to explode. And then the cock screwing itself into her mouth began to unload its treasure of hot, burning cum. Dee tasted his semen as it splashed into her mouth and filled her throat.
She swallowed greedily as his hot juice continued spruting from the slit of his head and scalding over her tongue.
She slurped her head up and down his shaft as her mouth filled again and again with his exploding cum. She swallowed each mouthful down with gusto and lusted for more, her tongue and lips feasting on his satiny head that dripped with his viscous fluid. And then she felt her own climax erupting through her feverish flesh. It surged up from the very center of her soul and exploded in erotic contortions of her body as she writhed and coiled between the men's legs as they cheered and applauded her humiliating display of perverse passion.
Over and over, Dee's body writhed in helpless orgasm as she nursed at the organ cumming in her mouth. Moans escaped from her throat like she was in the grips of a painful death. She felt her climax more intensely than she had ever felt anything before. The intensity of it surprised and frightened her. But there was nothing she could do to stop the all compelling experience of it to continue.
As though it would go on forever and ever, her climax ripped her body into contortions of obscene lust as she thrust her pussy into the fingers stabbing into her slit and sucked at the spurting organ in her mouth. But how long could it go on that way? She realized that this was only the first climax and she no longer knew how many boys and men were standing in a perverse group of rapists around her.
Even her fear added to the intensity of the orgasm raping through her flesh. She wanted it over. Oh, god, she couldn't take much more. She thought of Jerry and new horror burned through her mind. What if he found her here? The thought was too humiliating to face. She would do anything to prevent Jerry from seeing her the way she was now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When her orgasm was finally over, Dee lay exhausted in the center of the group of surfer bums as the cock was pulled from her mouth. Hands and fingers continued toying and tantalizing her flesh. Turning her head, she watched Brenda as the blonde finished blowing the boy standing in front of her with his legs spread. She watched as the boy's face suddenly contorted itself into an expression of pain and then his hips churned forward in an urgency of sensual passion as he screamed and began climaxing in Brenda's mouth.
Dee watched Brenda swallowing the boy's semen and heard the cheers of approval from the rapists that surrounded them and shielded them from the eyes of the beach by their massed bodies. Never had Dee felt so helpless to do anything to change her situation. If she was discovered, the embarrassment would be more than she wanted to face, but if she was not discovered, she would be made to satisfy the perverse appetites of an unknown number of males.
Expecting that she would be ordered to suck the next cock in line, Dee was surprised when Murph ordered her to wait until Brenda was finished with the boy before anyone mounted either of them. As Brenda swallowed the last of the boy's discharge and he pulled his tool from between Brenda's lips, Dee felt the shame and humiliation of what she was being forced to do washing over her like dirty water. She shivered and put the thoughts from her mind.
When the boy's cock had been sucked dry by Brenda, Murph ordered them closer together in the center of the circle of men. Dee could see the flickering fire between the circle of legs. Above her, the stars and moon lighted the center of the circle as though there was a spot light illuminating the sexual perversion she and Brenda were being forced to perform. When they were huddled against each other in the eye of the circle, Murph produced the largest two headed dildo she had ever seen.
A gasp escaped from Brenda's lips when she saw the size of the flesh-colored rubber phallus. Dee felt her pussy lips trembling in fear as she watched Murph displaying the horrible looking thing to the rest of the men standing lustfully in line for their turn. "We'll make them warm each other up with this," Murph said, his face an evil mask of sadistic desire.
Dee and Brenda were forced to stand on their feet with their backs to each other, and then they were pulled over at their waist and made to hang their heads between their knees. With their buttocks only a few inches from each other, Dee looked into Brenda's face and saw her fear as a reflection of her own fear. Hands kept their heads down and their legs spread as Murph approached them with the big dildo and began toying with it between their thighs, working the head on each end into each of their crotches and rubbing it up and down along their slits in a movement designed to torture their passions back to a new arousal.
Dee felt the big organ poking its head at her crotch and sliding up and down along her perineum as it sought the entrance to her cunt. Murph held the center of the massive cock in his right fist and stabbed both ends at their quivering bodies like he was stabbing at a block of ice with an ice pick. The cock heads stabbed at their pussies and forced its way between their cunt lips. From her upside down view, Dee saw the ugly organ find the slit of her cunt and plunge its thick corona deeply into her body, its head disappearing between her quivering lips.
Dee screamed as the organ was forced deeper and deeper into her vagina until almost half of it had disappeared in her body. The other end of the dildo was forced into Brenda's asshole. She heard Brenda pleading with them to stop, but Murph paid no attention to her as he continued forcing the cock deep-ly into Brenda's bowels. "You like to give blow jobs so much," Murph said, "we'll see how much you like to have your ass reamed out." And with each end of the cock buried in an opening between their spread thighs, Murph began jerking the cock viciously in and out between their captive bodies.
The horrible organ tore in and out of Dee's cunt and in and out of Brenda's ass with a force and speed that kept their bodies rocking back and forth in a precarious balance that would have toppled both of them to the sand if other hands had not held them in their humiliating position. Dee watched with growing arousal as the organ tormented and tortured their flesh. The circle around them narrowed as the lust driven desire caused the crowd to press inward closer and closer to see the humiliation of their bodies.
Using his right hand like a piston, Murph drove the organ with all of his strength, plunging and pulling the cock back and forth, forcing it to tear all the way into Brenda's ass while it was pulled almost all the way out of Dee's pussy. And then Murph's hand drove it into Dee's pussy like a pile driver and pulled it almost all of the way from Brenda's ass. Over and over, Murph repeated the tortuous rhythm of his hand stabbing the tool between them.
Dee felt the passion of her ravished sex beginning to smolder itself back to like as the juices began to flow again between her pussy lips and the nerves of her sex sent a message of desire to her brain. Oh, don't let it happen again, she pleaded with herself, but there was nothing she could do to stop the passion from flaming to life again within her cunt. Her body quivered with shame and desire as the organ worked like machine between them.
If only so many people were not staring and lusting over her it would not be so bad, but the humiliation of so many eyes watching the dis graceful way she responded to the cruel cock stabbing into her body caused Dee to weep with shame. She bit her lower lip until she tasted her own blood in her mouth. And then to make matters even more humiliating, her head was jerked up and a cock was thrust at her face.
She felt the erect organ poking at her lips. She tried to turn her head away but hands twisted her hair and held her face securely so that she could not avoid the thrusting organ as it struggled to force its way between her lips and plunge into her mouth. At first, she pressed her lips together to avoid taking the lusting cock into her mouth, but the hands in her hair began twisting her head back painfully until she opened her mouth and received the rubbery corona into her oral cavity.
Murph's arm kept slamming into the crack of her ass as he continued reaming the fat phallus between their bodies. She felt the shaft of the dildo spearing itself between her pussy lips like a giant wedge, seperating her organ with its massive size and tunneling up her box like a huge snake. The cock in her mouth forced itself deeper and deeper into her throat. She kept her lips covering her teeth in fear that if she did not do a good job sucking the feverish cock that she would be punished more severly than she would be able to stand.
The thick organ that vibrated lustfully in her mouth was like a hot piece of meat that caused the juices to flow in her mouth as the passion grew between her thighs. She felt her juices bathing the head of the man's cock, lubricating it and preparing it to force its way even deeper into her arched neck. Over and over the tool worked its way back and forth between her lips until she felt her nose buried in the curls of his public hair.
He ground his hips into her face, forcing her backward until she felt her buttocks bumping against Brenda's buttocks. Murph's hand forced the dildo as deeply as possible into their orifices. Crotching beside them, he forced the dildo back and forth as his arm worked between their thighs like a piston.
Dee felt her cunt lusting at the rubber cock even as it was plunged deeper and deeper into her body. The passion that flared through her loins was undeniable.
Holding his hips with her hands, Dee sucked greedily at his cock while the dildo was pulled from her pussy and pressed into the crack of her ass. She felt its wet surface stabbing at her tightly clenched and puckered anus. She sucked in her breath as she realized Murph was going to fuck the horrible thing into her ass. Twisting and churning her hips, Dee struggled to keep him from getting the phallus in her rectum. It poked and stabbed at her butt, tunneling along the crack of her ass as its shaft burned between her quivering cheeks.
Dee ground her hips forward each time the head of the dildo touched her sphincter, causing the rubher organ to have to withdraw and aim again. "Hold her!" Murph cursed. Hands grabbed her hips and thighs as Dee continued thrashing her hips to avoid the double headed cock. Her buttocks were spread apart by many fingers to expose the tender opening of her ass to Murph's angered thrust. With the soft head of the cock positioned in the center of her puckered hole, she felt it being driven up her ass with the full force of Murph's weight behind it.
She could not hold back the scream that burst from her lips. Her entire backside felt like it was on fire. She writhed under the punishing attack of the mammoth cock. Murph plunged the dick into her rectum with a sadistic savagery as the hands held her captive. Despite the intensity of her struggle to free herself, she was like a slave chained helplessly in the air. The rubber prick tore in and out of her ass until the initial pain became numbed and was replaced by a smoldering arousal that spread through the already lusting juices of her body to produce as compelling a need for orgasm as she had ever experienced.
Despite herself, the struggle of her heaving flesh changed from an attempt to escape to a desire to have the organ grinding in and out of her bowels with even more savagery. Her butt clawed at the organ as lustfully as her cunt had earlier. With the reaming prod plunging in and out of her rectum, the cock filling her mouth tasted even more delicious to Dee's starving appetite. She sucked and slurped as the smoldering fire in her crotch grew to the intensity of a bubbling lava bed.
Dee was not able to see behind her to tell where the other end of the dildo was buried in Brenda's body, but she could tell by the rasping inhalations of her heavy breathing and the moans coming from her throat that she too was close to reaching an orgasm from the perverse torture they were being subjected to. Even her breasts were made use of by the perverted group rapists as they clawed and sucked at her swinging orbs.
Suddenly the dildo was pulled from her butt and a man she could not see took its place. She felt his hands on her hips and the head of his cock against the ravished hole of her ass. And then with one hard thrust forward, she felt him drive his organ as deep-ly into the center of her bowels as the dildo had been a moment before. She pushed herself back against the stabbing organ, jamming herself even more deeply on the big cock. Again and again, she ground her hips back against the raping prick as mouths sucked at her breasts and fingers clawed her flesh.
Dee felt the head of the prick in her mouth pulsing as it prepared itself to spit its cum into her mouth. She heard the curse of the man in front of her as his organ exploded in her mouth and the first spurt of semen shot into the back of her throat. His cum quickly filled her mouth and she swallowed as fast as she could to keep his viscous fluid from spilling out the corners of her mouth and running down her chin. His seed tasted hot and tangy to her tongue. She sucked his prick as hard as she could to get as much of his hot cum into her mouth as possible.
The fire between her thighs burned with feverish intensity. Dee felt fingers clawing at her mound even as the cock plowed into her slit. The fingers raked through the curls of her pubic hair and toyed with the erect clit at the top of her gash. She felt herself so close to climax that she didn't think she could hold it back much longer. She squinted her eyes and tried to stop the churning sensation but her arousal would not be stilled.
And then she felt the cock in her pussy blasting its load of burning cum into her body, filling her cavity so quickly that it began pouring in thick gobs back out around the sides of the thick shaft and dripped in streams down the insides of her thighs. She felt the hot fluid spattering the back of her sex cavity with his unknown seed. And it was impossible for her to hold back any longer and she exploded into convulsions of sensual bliss that caused her body to writh and coil like a burning snake.
Behind her, Dee heard Brenda screaming as she too reached an orgasm. Dee's body burned and exploded as the currents of electrical energy tore through her helpless flesh in contraction after contraction. She screamed and sucked her mouth frantically over the prick that still shot cum into her throat. Never had she been so violated with perverse lust. Her orgasm went on and on, rushing through her body in great waves of passion that lifted and writhed her flesh in erotic convulsions.
She thought her climax would never stop blasting through her body and keeping her in spasms of erotic tension. Gritting her teeth, she gave herself up to the passion and discharge of her body, experiencing the release of energy with every nerve in her system. "I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm cumming. Oh, don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck me!" And as soon as the words were torn from her mouth, Dee wished she had not said it.
The lusting eyes and cocks that hovered over her waiting their chance were wild with desire as she climaxed in front of them. The words she uttered in the heat of passion heated them to frenzied lust.
Dee's eyes were round with terror as her passion drained away and she realized what she had done. Her torture and punishment had only started. And then she saw Peter and Ron walking toward the group of males surrounding her. At first a faint hope flickered in her breasts, but then she saw the expressions on their faces and realized she could expect no help from them. Their intention was only to join the party.
With her last shred of hope torn away, tears formed in the corners of her eyes while she was pushed to her back on the sand and the crowd shuffled to make room for a fresh group of players. Her thighs were spread, her pussy exposed to their view. Brenda was dragged to her side and her pussy exposed to their lusting eyes as well. Together they waited for what would come next.
CHAPTER NINE
Sprawled naked in the sand in the center of the group of males, Dee rested on her elbows, her breasts rising and falling as she sucked air deeply into her lungs. She looked at the milling bodies surounding her and wished that she had never left Jerry. Fear raced through her flesh and caused her body to vibrate with a tingling aliveness that made things seem unreal, as though she was in a movie or fantasy. Beside her, Brenda gasped for breath, her body as exhausted as Dee's.
Dee was too humiliated to look any of the males in their eyes. She even kept her head turned from Ron and Peter as they pushed their way to the center of. the group and stood looking down at them. Dee exchanged glances with Brenda, but they both looked away from each other. Their shame was a shared thing. Dee heard Ron demanding that he be next to fuck her. "After all," he said, his chest sticking out. "I'm the one who introduced her to you, you might say."
No one argued with him. Dee heard him move forward until she saw his legs in front of her. His pants dropped around his ankles. Looking up, she saw his huge manhood swinging between his thighs. His balls hung down below the base of his cock like twin rocks. Already his tool stood at complete erection. Despite herself, Dee could not help marvelling at its magnificence. From her position under him, Ron's cockhead looked like a pulsing heart. It actually made her mouth water to have it put in her. She heated herself for feeling that way, but she couldn't help herself.
As Ron moved even closer between her thighs, Dee struggled to move back away from him. Hands held her fast. A sob caught in her throat. He was going to do something horrible to her. She just knew it. Either that or he would make her do something humiliating and disgusting to him. She watched in terror as he knelt between her spread thighs, a smile on his sadistic face, and reached out and began fondling her breasts. She quivered at his touch as he began manipulating her breasts in front of all the lusting males in the group, toying with her firm flesh and twisting her red-tipped nipples until she writhed under his touch.
Dee's arousal was immediate. Her passion flared to life as soon as Ron began caressing and squeezing her breasts. She could not keep from crying out with pleasure as his fingers tortured her nipples, rolling them viciously between his fingers. As she began to moan with erotic arousal, the crowd sensed her passion and moved even closer, pressing in on them until Dee thought she would be smoothered by the mass of bodies. Murph ordered them back to make room for Ron to operate.
Pinching her nipples between his thumb and first finger of each hand, Ron pulled her toward him until their mouths touched and he covered her lips with his teeth and sucked her tongue into his mouth. He was the first one to kiss her on the mouth and for some reason, the gesture made Dee almost grateful to him. She pressed her tongue deeply into his mouth, tasting the saliva drooling from his lips like a fiendish beast. After sucking and snarling over her tongue, he slobbered the rest of her mouth, covering her lips and then moving out over her face and down her neck. When he came to her breasts, he growled and snarled like an animal.
The on-lookers roared their approval as he slashed brutally at her breasts with his teeth. Dee felt his mouth raking her breasts from the base up to her tingling nipples. It felt like hot wires whipping against her heavy globes over and over. His saliva bathed over her flesh like hot cum. The crowd was pleased with Ron's beginning. He kept it up, making her boobs swing and roll over her chest as he gobbled and sucked at her nipples. Dee felt her passion flaming like a fire deep in her breasts. She arched her back and pushed her nipples as deeply into his mouth as possible.
His fingers clawed at the insides of her thighs, forcing her knees even farther apart. Using his thumbs, he pushed into her tender slit, forcing his digits as far into her tunnel as possible and then spreading her lips out by pulling apart with his hands. His eyes burned into her face as he stretched and separated her cunt lips, tantalizing and titillating her flesh until she twisted helplessly under his probing. She could not stop the arousal that flamed through her flesh and caused the juices to flow between her legs.
As often as she's had sex in the last day, she was amazed that she still grew excited from the things that Ron was doing to her. Her arousal was as intense as ever. His mouth on her nipples was like a suction cup that caused every nerve in her boobs to tingle with hot passion. She felt her pussy quivering as the juices flowed from between her cunt lips and dripped down her thighs.
Ron pushed her back farther on the sand until her head stared through the mass of heads above her and she lay flat on her back with her thighs spread and Ron kneeling between them. Lowering his head, Ron began to bite and lick his way down her body, lathing over her stomach and mound until he reached her tingling cunt. Using his tongue like a rake, he separated her pussy lips with his dripping organ and darted it deeply into her slit.
Dee felt his tongue like a cock in her pussy, slurping and sucking out the juices that flowed like honey. She shivered and twinged under his eager lapping of her flesh. She felt shame at the way she moaned and quivered as the feasting mouth aroused her passions to the point that she could not stop making a spectacle of herself under the scrutiny of the onlookers. As Ron continued eating at her moist crotch, she lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around his head.
Immediately several pairs of hands grabbed her thighs and separated them again, complaining that they couldn't see her cunt being lapped with Ron's head buried between her legs. She suffered the humiliation of hands spreading her thighs and their heads down close to Ron's to see the discusting sight of her pussy being eaten. Ron stopped licking at her box long enough to ask the crowd if there was anyone who had to pee.
Several people acknowledged that they could do that. "Then make the women drink it," Ron said, his eyes looking directly at Dee. "Make them drink as much piss as we can muster up."
The idea met with cheers of approval as volunteers began lining up beside her and Brenda and others began downing their cans of beer with the idea of making more piss to force them to drink. Dee felt herself gagging at the horrible thought of drinking urine, but with the excitement that went through the crowd she knew she was not to be allowed a choice in the matter.
The first person was a short red headed boy that she remembered giving a blow job to earlier. He didn't even have his pants off. He unzipped his fly and scooted as close to her face as possible. Hands lifted her head and turned her face so that the boy's cock touched her lips. "Drink it," they ordered. "Put your mouth around it and drink it."
She twisted her head frantically in an attempt to keep from having his prick stuffed into her mouth, but there were too many hands holding her head and forcing her to look at the hideous thing that was trying to squirt piss into her mouth. Closer and closer the head of his prick came to her mouth until she was forced by thumbs pressed into her jaws to let her lips open enough to take the head of his cock into her mouth. As soon as his tool touched her tongue, Dee felt the hot stream of piss shoot into her.
The nasty liquid shot out over her tongue and quickly filled her mouth and began running back out around the sides of his cock and down her chin. "Drink it," they ordered. "Drink it or you'll regret it."
Dee didn't know what other cruel thing they could do to her if she didn't obey them, but she was afraid to refuse. They were like one vicious animal that didn't care what they did to her. With her heart racing in her breast and her stomach revolting at what she was doing, Dee began to swallow the urine being squirted into her mouth. It tasted salty and slightly like rubber, but she managed to get it down without gagging. Over and over she was forced to swallow as the pee poured into her mouth in what seemed like a never ending supply.
All the time that the boy was emptying his bladder into her mouth, Ron was busy eating and sucking at her pussy, his tongue lapping her sex into a feverish condition of burning lust that made the drinking of the piss in her mouth almost of secondary consideration. The arousal of her feverish flesh came before anything else, so intense was the passion burning between her legs.
She could understand how she could be forced to do what she was doing, but she couldn't understand why she still enjoyed the way Ron's tongue felt as it bathed and washed over her burning sex. Even with the humiliation of being forced to drink urine, her body lusted for Ron's cock. She wanted it in her pumping and thrusting away in its own urgency of need. She knew that beside her, the same thing that was happening to her was happening to Brenda. They were being tortured with the same humiliating degeneracy.
Then the boy had empties his bladder, Dee thought that would be the end of if, but it turned out that it was only the beginning. As soon as he pulled his dripping prick from her mouth, another person knelt in the sand at her head and pulled his prick from between his legs and pointed it at the gasping center of her lips. Again she tried to struggle free by twising and jerking her head and shoulders, but again she was held tight until the second person began pissing into her mouth and she was forced to drink his fluid in great gulping mouthfuls to keep it from running from between her lips and dripping down her neck. And after he came another and another and another and another and another until she could no longer swallow the urine that was being pured into her mouth in stream after stream of yellow fluid.
But even that didn't satisfy them and when they saw that she was no longer swallowing the piss, the began standing around her and pissing down on her face and over her breasts so much that the urine began to splash over the rest of her body. Ron jumped up angered, but when he saw the drunken enjoyment they were having pissing all over her body, he began to laugh. His own cock throbbed at complete erection between his legs and he was unable to see on her the way others were doing, but he stood watching with satisfaction while he stroked his cock and waited for them to finish.
And when they were through, Ron put the finishing touch on her humiliating by straddling her face and pumping his cock, faster and faster, until he suddenly hunced his shoulders forward, his face twisting into an expression of pain, and gushed cum from the slit in his cock head. His vicous fluid spurted out over Dee's body, covering her breasts and splashing onto her face. She watched in shame as the cum rained down on her, shooting out of his cock in thick streams that felt like hot rain as it splashed against her skin.
And then the rest of them got the same idea. The crowd knew that there were too many of them to all get to screw her. Ron's idea was perfect, especially now that both of the girls were soiled with their piss. And Dee's face was already covered with Ron's cum. They began adding to it. Dee sobbed with revulsion as they began masturbating themselves over her and Brenda. They crowded over the girls, beating their meat with feverish and drunken eyes as their cocks vibrated in their hands.
When they began reaching orgasms it was as though they timed them so that as soon as one stopped spurting cum over her body, another started. It went on and on. Dee cringed and moaned in shame as her body became covered with the milky fluid of their sex. She felt the drops splashing down on her like burning fire against her skin. Ron stood between her spread thighs watching her torture with a smiling face. Slightly outside the group and no longer taking part, Murp stood, his face still angry, his eyes flicking back and forth between Brenda and Ron and then down to Dee.
Dee saw all this in a thousand scattered pictures in her mind. She saw the cum raining in white, hot drops down on her flesh, breaking up into smaller and stringy gobs as it fell. And she saw Murph and she saw Ron's smiling face and she wished with all her heart that she had not left Jerry. It had all been a mistake. If she had stayed where she belonged, none of this would be happening. She writhed under the burning spray of cum that splattered over her breasts and stomach, even her face and hair was covered with the dripping fluid.
Dee realized she was being punished because she deserved it. It almost felt good to be ravished and humiliated. Like washing away her sins. It freed some inner thing within her body that allowed her to experience what was happening to her with complete freedom. As the cum continued smearing her body, she watched as Ron stabbed the toes of his right foot into her slit. She winched but felt her thighs spread apart as though on their own to make access to her lusting sex easier.
Ron knew what was happening inside her writhing body. She could tell by his eyes that he knew she was turned on. His smile was the crooked mark of sadistic pleasure. He was making use of her helplessness for his evil desires. He tapped his big toe in and out between her cunt lips experimentally. He looked deeply into her eyes until they were locked with hers. He pushed his toes harder into her pussy, lunging forward hard with the weight of his hips behind it as though he were kicking a football but since his toes were already sticking into her slit, his leg did not move very far forward and only his expression changed as effort twisted his features even more.
Dee felt the toes stabbing into her pussy like a knife and causing her cunt to suck itself in. But the friction of his foot against her pussy caused it to burn with an intense fire of lust. Her node flicked to life like a rocket being cranked up, quivering and waving itself out of the fold of pink skin at the top of her slit. She spread her knees even wider as Ron drew back his bare foot again. Dee ground her hips upward exposing all of her pussy and ass hole to his foot. She wanted him to kick her pussy and ass. It was what she deserved. Her whole body trembled before his draw foot.
And then the kick came, aimed straight for the center of her pussy, she felt his toes tear into her slit and tunnel deeply into her vulva. The breath burst from her lungs as fire sprang through her crotch. Juices bubbled hotly. Ron began kicking her between her spread thighs, mercilessly punishing her inner thighs and buttocks, kicking into her pussy and ass, raining blow after blow against her helpless flesh as the other members of the group continued splashing their cum over her body.
It was as though everyone was in a senseless rage of lusting evil. It was unreal. No one seemed to even know what they were doing so lost were they in the compelling lust of their bodies. Ron's toes tortured Dee's pussy by stabbing into her slit over and over again. Ron sat down on the sand between her thighs so her could make use of both of his feet to shame and humiliate her. He pushed her cunt and asshole with his toes. Using his left foot, Ron stabbed into the crack of her ass, raking along her back valley with brutal strokes of his foot. His right foot he kept at her cunt, his toes dipping into her hot and flowing pussy and smearing her juices over her mound and up into the curly pubic hair.
As soon as one of the crowd standing around felt the urge to pee, that also was added to the gushing semen and ravishment of her pussy.-Through it all, Dee saw Murph move toward the crowd, his eyes taking in everything that Ron was doing to her. He kept looking at Brenda too. And as Murph pushed his way through the circle of bodies and positioned himself between Brenda's spread thighs, Dee knew that his intention was to do even worse to Brenda than Ron was doing to her.
Dee shivered in her apprehension for Brenda, but she didn't have much time to give her attention to her because Ron's mauling of her sex became more and more violent. Dee moaned as Ron pushed all five of his toes into the slit of her pussy, pushing back on the sand with his hands and forward with the full force of his leg as though he would push his whole foot into her cunt if he could. Moaning and writhing under the sadistic punishment of Ron's feet, Dee felt her passion running completely rampant in her body.
And then she heard Brenda's muffled gasps beside her and she turned her head to see Murph kicking and stabbing his right foot into Brenda's crotch with unbelievable brutality. Brenda moaned and tried to twist and dodge her hips out of his way, but hands held her fast on the sand and she only succeeded in exposing her gaping slit even more to the deadly aim of Murph's naked foot. It was like Murph was settling some grudge he held against the whole world on Brenda's body.
Ron saw the viciousness that Murph used on Brenda and as though not to be outdone, he too began planting his feet more and more sadistically into her flesh. She felt his toes cutting into her gapping slit and stabbing up higher and higher into her hot tunnel until she could feel that even part of his foot was buried in her pussy. She felt his big toe poking at her asshole, pushing into the puckered shit hole in an effort to open up that entrance to her body as well.
Squeezing her rectal muscles as tightly as she could, Dee fought against the invasion of her anus, but he was too insistant and savage to be stopped. She felt his toe ripping apart her quivering butt and spearing into the center of her anus, his toe pushing up her ass as far as he could force it. He began grinding his toe in and out of her butt, his foot separating her buttocks and his other toes gouging into the crack of her ass. Over and over, Ron stabbed and kicked into her dripping center.
Dee moaned and struggled as hard as Brenda to escape the torture of her cunt, but she too was held securely by lusting hands that were too far gone with alcohol and passion to care how much punishment she was subjected to.
Yet despite the amount of cruelty Ron used on her body, she felt her passion continuing to soar higher and higher as her flesh was attacked sadistically with his bare feet. Even the sounds of Brenda's arousal heightened her own. Cum still spurted over her breasts and into her face as Ron mercilessly kicked into her pussy. It was disgusting the way her flesh begged for him to continue punishing her body. Dee hated herself for the perverted arousal that surged through her veins like currents of electricity.
But she couldn't stop it. Already her arousal caused her flesh to burn with a compelling urgency that twisted and coiled her flesh obscenely in front of the surging group of males. They took in her moans and writhing body and reacted the only way they could-with increased perversion. If she liked being humiliated and gang banged, threat her like dirt. And someone started spitting on her. He was joined by others and soon her entire body was covered with a disgusting mixture of cum, urine, and spit.
And then as Ron and Murph continued kicking and stabbing their feet into Dee's and Brenda's pussies, other men began smearing the nasty mixture over her flesh with their toes. She felt the slick cum being smeared over her breasts and stomach as hands held her arms back over her head so that she could do nothing to stop what was happening. But even the friction of their toes over her nipples and under her arms added to the perverse excitement burning through her vibrating flesh.
She loved it, the humiliation, the perversion, the lusting and throbbing sensations that rushed up from the deep center of her quivering body and tore through her ears until she chould hear on the pounding of her heart like a giant drum beating to a sensual native rhythm that caused the juices to flow hot and heavy between her ravished cunt lips to drip in thick streams down her thighs. Over and over she reared her hips up atainst Ron's cruel feet, feeling his toes torturing and ravishing her tender flesh in his sadistic desire to satisfy the craving in his own loins.
Dee saw Ron's-cock erect again between his legs as he tortured and humiliated her body. She knew he was only starting the torture and that she would have to endure much more punishment before the night was over. Almost as though the thought came to every one in the crowd at the same time, they stopped cumming and urinating over her body and together they picked both Dee and Brenda up and rushed with them down to the surf and threw them in.
They were tumbled around between the men's legs in the surf, rolling onto their backs and sides and stomachs as the men continued pushing them around in the water and laughing and stumbling drunkenly over them. Dee heard Murph and Ron trying to talk them into dragging them back up onto the dry sand, but they were having too much fun with them in the surf, listening to their gasping screams as the cold water washed the urine and cum and spit from their skin. Several of the more eager boys began tearing off their clothes and romping around in the water over them, trying to get the other men to leave her alone long enough for someone to get between her legs and start fucking her again, but still they were too eager just to see Brenda and herself being pushed helplessly back and forth on the sand as the surf washed its white, churning form over them.
But finally tiiey were dragged back up the beach onto the dry sand and again their arms and legs were stretched out until they lay spread-eagled on their backs with their pussies gaping open to expose the pink interior of their clits. Dee felt her arousal continuing to burn through her loins as the feasting eyes of the sadistic group of men around her lusted feverishly at her tender center. Hands went to their crotches and began playing with their organs, arousing themselves to once again struggle for position to get into their bodies.
Both Murph and Ron held back, letting the other guys line up for their turn between one of the girls' legs. Dee felt the first hard cock being driven into her as she struggled and pulled against the hands that stretched her limbs helplessly away from her body, but her strength was nothing compared to that which held her captive under the eager body of the first in line. His prick tore into her body with the full weight of the male's hips behind it. She felt his organ tearing up her hot tunnel and slamming viciously against her cervix.
Screaming from the brutal assault, Dee's mouth was quickly covered. She started to bite at the hands but then thought better than to make anyone too mad at her for fear that they would really hurt her in their lust and anger.
It didn't take many strokes of the boy's cock before she felt his cum splashing into the back of her tunnel and filling her pussy with his hot fluid. But she was not to get any rest. As soon as his balls emptied themselves, another person took the first's place and filled her dripping cunt with his thick cock. She felt organ after organ filling her pussy and grinding in and out of her slit with sadistic urgency.
The big organs rubbing over the insides of her pussy lips kept her sex enflamed with passion and dripping with her own juices as well as those being pumped into her interior. She felt her pussy sucking and clawing at the hard organs ravishing in and out of her body as though her sex was trying to suck the juices even faster from the balls. The torrent of hungry cocks continued on and on as Dee was subjected to their pleasures.
She saw Murph and Ron standing like enemies on either side of the group, watching the activity in a detached way she realized was to plan for their next humiliation. With all the cocks and cum that was filling her hot box, she could not fight back the burning arousal that threatened to explode in her flesh at any moment. Her entire attention was centered on the burning arousal of her flesh as her crotch surged with hot energy that kept the cocks burning hotly between her pussy lips and thrusting deeply into her hole.
Her cunt sucked at the cock reaming in and out of her as though it had a life and will of its own, gobbling and clawing at the sides of the shaft as it separated and split the center of her dripping vulva with its hard thickness. Dee gasped as again and again the organ tore into her lusting center. She quivered and felt hands feeling for her breasts, slapping and stretching them over her chest. Fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples until she thought they would be torn from her body.
Beside her, Brenda moaned and struggled against the same ravishment that was being done to her. And all the while, Murph and Ron stood over them like sadistic overlords looking down on their flock of peasants rutting in their fields. Dee resented the concept, but she knew it was ture. She was nothing to Ron. She had made a complete fool of herself since the moment she had left Jerry. If only she could start again. But she knew it was useless thinking like that. You never get a chance to start again. Things are never the same twice.
And then after she didn't know how many cocks had reached an orgasm and emptied cum into her cunt, Dee began to climax herself. Her entire body writhed and flayed under the assault of the limitless supply of hard cocks fucking into her gash. She felt her orgasm exploding within her body like a volcano erupting. Blood pounded like a drum in her ears as her flesh spasmed and convulsed in erotic contractions that jerked her spastically about in the sand as hands held her securely in place.
Her body twisted and coiled like a snake cut into two complete halves. She found herself begging them to continue fucking into her as hard as they could. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her hips a constant motion of grinding and thrusting. "Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. Oh, god, it feels so good. Don't stop. That's it. Keep fucking your cock into me as hard and fast as you can. I love it. Oh, lord, lord, lord. Aaahhhhhhh! Yes!"
Dee's body was arched like a bow. She pushed frantically against the prick that reamed and thrust itself into her dripping slit with the speed of a piston tearing back and forth. She felt like her orgasm would go on and on forever. It kept her muscles drawn taught and quivering as her climax shot like an electric current through her. She kept grinding her hips upward and begging for more and more cock.
The crowd was as frantic and lust filled as herself. No sooner than the current organ emptied itself than still another took its place, filling her climaxing body with its fresh hardness and arousal.
Her orgasm did not even diminish with the change of pricks in her pussy. She kept flaying helplessly in spasm of lust as the new prick tore and plunged into her slit with the eager perversion of fresh lust.
Dee didn't think she could take much more. Her nerves felt as though they were strained to the limit as her vibrating body continued to grind and heave under the plummeting hips of the fresh male. She felt his organ exploding within her pussy almost immediately. The hot cum splashed against her cervix and kept her climax burning through her flesh with feverish intensity. She kept twisting and writhing, her breathing coming harder and harder as her heart raced the blood through her veins and kept her nerves tingling at peak sensitivity.
Dee heard Brenda suddenly begin screaming and moaning as she exploded in orgasm and erotic charges of energy began to unleash themselves through her flesh as well. They rolled side by side in the sand as cocks plunged in and out of their holes, torturing and punishing them with sadistic passion. They both cried and strained against the hands that kept them spread-eagled in a humiliating position of servitude, their holes filled with cocks, their breasts being mauled and tortured by eager fingers.
And then out of the corners of her eyes, Dee saw Jerry. As her orgasm rocketed through her body, forcing her to respond to the lusting cocks, she watched with horror as Jerry moved closer and closer to the circle, moving in out of the dark where he'd been searching. The shame and humiliation she had felt earlier was nothing to the pain and the humiliation she felt now that Jerry saw her and knew what horrible things she had been through.
Dee couldn't stand to look at him and as her orgasm still blasted through her body, she turned her head aside in shame, but not before she noticed that Jerry carried in his right hand the shotgun he kept in the back of his car. Dee's eyes widened until they were as round as her mouth. Her eyes were jerked back to the gun to make sure she had seen correctly.
And the Jerry's voice broke through the drunken atmosphere of the orgy. "Don't anyone move unless he wants to die." Heads looked up as the two current boys between Dee and Brenda's legs stopped pumping their hips up and down and turned to look over their shoulders. Immediately the crowd was covered by a hushed silence as everyone's attention became centered on Jerry and the shotgun in his hands.
CHAPTER TEN
The entire beach seemed to grow hushed as Jerry stood at the edge of the circle of surfers and ordered everyone to stand still. Jerry looked out over the crowd, his eyes picking out Murph and Ron. He pointed the barrel of the shotgun at Murph first and ordered him into the center of the circle. Next he pointed the gun at Ron and told him to get in front of Dee. Dee didn't know how long Jerry had been standing outside the circle watching them, but from the expression on his face, it had been long enough to see everything that had been done to her.
Dee cringed inside herself at the humiliation she felt at having Jerry discover her being forced to commit sexual perversions. But she felt even more ashamed knowing that the way she had been acting, it would be impossible for him to be able to tell that she had been forced. To him it had to look as though she was a voluntary participant.
When both Murph and Ron stood in the center of the circle, Jerry said, "The two of you seem to be directing this affair. I think it is only fair that it ends with you." His face was a mask of steel control. Murph and Ron both shook with fear when they saw the expression on his face. They knew that he meant business, their eyes riveted on the barrel of his shotgun.
"Take it easy, fellow," Murph said. "What's it to you if we have a little fun. She's willing. Why don't you just cool it and join in?"
Dee expected him to tell them that she belonged to him at that point, but he didn't. He merely said, "This is the way I join in. I thought I'd do a little directing of this party." He nodded down at the two boys that had been between Dee and Brenda's thighs. "You guys didn't get your rocks off yet, did you?"
They were afraid to answer him, not knowing whether he would be mad if they did or mad if they didn't. Their eyes were blank with fear at what he might do. They were frozen in their position until Jerry told them to back up and make room for Ron and Murph. Eagerly, they did what they were told, scotting back in the sand until they were at the edge of the circle. Jerry swung the rifle barrel until it pointed at Murph and Ron. "You guys get on your hands and knees between their thighs. I want to see you boys eat a little pussy. You're going to eat out all the cum that's dripping out of their slits. Hurry up. Get your faces down there. Lick that shit from the insides of their thighs where it's running out.
Hurry!"
Ron knelt between Dee's legs while Murph knelt between Brenda's. Dee felt like crying inside when she realized Jerry was going to let someone perform cunnilingus on her while he watched and actually forced them to do it. Ron lowered his head to her dripping crotch, his breath hot and rapid against her cunt. She felt his tongue touching her pussy lips experimentally, tasting the sticky semen that dripped from her slit. His tongue lapped up the center of her vulva, bathing her flesh with his hot tongue and washing some of the fluid from her crotch.
Making his tongue slurp loudly to show that he was doing what he was ordered to do, Ron lapped obediently at her cunt. And then Dee realized what Jerry was doing. He was forcing them to humiliate themselves in front of all the beach kids that knew him. Jerry was giving Ron and Murph a taste of the same things they had been giving her. Yet knowing that did not stop Dee's flesh from responding to the sucking and eating Ron was lavishing on her pussy. She felt her juices flowing and her cunt quivering from the friction of his hot tongue over her sensitive vulva.
Murph was making as much noise eating out Brenda's cunt and sucking away all of the sperm that had been deposited in her snatch. Turning her head, Dee watched the rapt attention on Brenda's face as she watched Murph sucking at her pussy. They both leaned back on their elbows in the sand as Murph and Ron struggled obscenely between their thighs to please Jerry. Dee could tell by the soft moans that came from Brenda's throat that she was enjoying what Jerry was making Murph do to her.
Dee could not keep from feeling a sense of satisfaction that they were having to make fools of themselves in front of all the people who only moments before had looked to them as powerful leaders. Now they were sucking like pigs at the cum they were responsible for. Her hips ground sensuously into his face as his tongue slipped into her slit and lapped up the juices that bubbled deeply within her dark tunnel. On her own initiative, Dee ground her hips as high as she could to expose the center of her ass to his mouth. She even pushed down on the top of his head to direct his tongue to the enctrance to her anus so that he could lap up the sperm that had dripped down between her buttocks.
She enjoyed the feeling of his tongue bathing her crotch and cleaning all of the sticky mess up between her thighs. She felt his tongue burning between her pussy lips and causing the erect clit at the top of her slit to perk its head up out of the sheath of pink flesh, vibrating and eager to have its magic button titillated and aroused even more than it already was. As her arousal grew hotter and hotter in her flesh, Dee tried to keep from crying out with passion, but even with Jerry watching her, she was unable to hold back the gasps of sensual pleasure that ripped up from the friction of Ron's tongue across her cunt.
With Ron's and Murph's asses sticking up in the air, Jerry ordered the two boys who had been between her legs before he walked into the circle with the shotgun to kneel down behind each of the two men. "Get your cocks hard again," Jerry order, pointing the shotgun at them. They did as they were told, rapidly pumping at their tools in an effort to get their cocks hard as quickly as possible.
With the gun pointed at them, they had a little trouble getting an erection again, but eventually they managed it. Ron stopped eating at Dee's box and looked over his shoulder to see what was going on, but Jerry pointed the barrel back at him and told him to get back to what he was told to do. He didn't waste any time. And then once the two males had their cocks hard, Jerry told them to stick them up Ron's and Murph's asses.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard what Jerry had in mind for them. Ron and Murph looked at each other and then turned back to Jerry. "You've got to be kidding," Murph said, starting to rise up to his knees.
Jerry pointed the shotgun at him and ordered him back where he was. Murph followed his instructions quickly. "Start eating up the rest of the cum," Jerry ordered. And when they turned back to Dee and Brenda's cunts again, Jerry nodded to the two boys with their cocks held in their hands. "It's your turn now," he said.
Dee watched over Ron's back as the boy knelt behind Ron and positioned his big cock in the center of his ass and shoved forward with his hips, attempting to plunge his prick into Ron's anus. She watched Ron's face flinching each time the cock was stabbed at his butt. The boy had to try several times before he managed to penetrate the tight opening to Ron's bowels. And then when his prick did plunge into Ron's back hole, he screamed and tried to sip up and scramble away, but Jerry stepped forward and kicked him in his stomach.
With a grunt, Ron returned to where he was and he to suffer the humiliation of the boy again piking his cock at his rectum to fuck into his body. This time when he got his prick inside, Ron did not try to squirm away. But each time the boy thrust his hips forward and drove his erection deeply into Ron's intestines, he grunted with humiliation and shame.
Despite herself, Dee could not help but enjoy Ron's discomfort even though she herself was still a participant in the orgy. She watched the winched expression on Ron's face each time the boy drove his cock into his ass. Ron's tongue was like a steam engine working inside her pussy so afraid was he that he would do something that would make Jerry fire the shotgun into him.
Dee quivered as Ron's tongue continued eating and lapping at her until she was tingling all over with live, sensual energy that burned through her sex and caused her body to writh under the flicking of his tongue. She spread her thighs and ground her hips upward, feeling his tongue bathing all of the outside of her vulva and down into the crack of her ass. She felt his nose poking between her buttocks as his tongue lapped up the juices and cleaned her flesh as well as if she'd stepped into a hot bath.
Turning her head, Dee could see Murph receiving the same treatment to his ass as he, too, was reamed out by a huge cock, his ass cringing and twisitng under the invasion of his anus. But he didn't complain any more than Ron did. They knew they had to do what Jerry said or they would pay the consequences. And the expression on Jerry's face was too awesome to even contemplate what he would do if they didn't follow his instructions.
Those people in the back of the crowd began to drift away in the night, taking the opportunity to melt into the darkness. Jerry watched them go without making any attempt to stop them. He was concerned only with punishing those two who he felt were responsible for what had happened to Dee and Brenda. Dee was not sure what she felt. She was thankful for what Jerry was doing for her and Brenda but she wasn't sure what would happen when it was over and she had to face Jerry and explain why she had left him. She only hoped he would give her a chance to explain.
Each time the boy fucking his cock into Ron's ass lunged forward, it drove Ron's mouth hard against her cunt, stuffing his tongue deeply into her pussy. She felt his lapping of her pussy bringing her closer and closer to still another orgasm. She didn't want to respond with Jerry watching every action that Ron did, but she couldn't help herself. Ron's tongue reamed in and out between her pussy lips, sucking and feasting on the juices that flowed from her body like sugar water.
Her passion was at a peak of intensity. She heard Brenda's moans beside her and knew that she, too, was feeling the sensations of Murph's tongue cleaning out her snatch the same way Dee felt Ron's darting tongue. Lifting her hips as high as she could, Dee pushed down on Ron's head and forced him to lick up the crack of her ass, the tip of his tongue flicking over the puckered entrance to her bowels.
Only a few of the surfers were left in the circle surrounding them and even they were dwindling to a smaller and smaller number. Dee watched them melting away as Ron continued eating between her thighs and the boy continued fucking his cock into Ron's ass. And then Dee felt her orgasm ripping up out of her body and causing her muscles to quiver and her flesh to vibrate with the expltsion of her climax.
Her limbs flayed frantically and her body contorted itself into coils of writhing sensations as her orgasm exploded and shot through her flesh. Dee felt as though she'd been pitched into a chasm filled with burning passion as her climax sent her into convulsions and spasms of unbelievable intensity.
Watching the expression on the face of the boy screwing his cock into Ron's ass, Dee realized that he too was reaching a climax and pumping his sperm into Ron's butt. She watched in fascination, her own orgasm rocketing through her, as the boy drove his tool again and again deeply into Ron's thrusting ass. Over and over the boy reamed into Ron's anus, his cock sucking and pulling at his insides as cum shot from the slit in his head and filled Ron's bowels with his sticky fluid.
Murph's ass was being filled with cum the same as Ron's. Both men were getting a true taste of what they had been giving out only minutes earlier. At long last, Dee felt her orgasm subsiding. She lay under Ron's feasting mouth and allowed him to lath her box with his saliva as the passion drained away. She felt more exhausted than she had ever felt before in her life.
Jerry ordered the two boys fucking into Ron and Murph's butts to withdraw and lay back in the sand. They did as they were told, laying back and resting on their elbows, their bodies naked, their cocks wet and semiphard after emptying themselves of their load of semen. Jerry told Ron and Murph to turn around and look at the dicks that had been in their rears. "Now that you've cleaned the girls up, clean them up too."
Ron and Murph looked at Jerry as though he was out of his mind. They looked at the filthy cocks waiting wet and slobby between the two boys legs and then they looked back at Jerry. The expression on his face told them they had better not press him too hard. "Hurry," he told them, swinging the barrel of the shotgun just enough to remind them of its presence.
Ron was the first to do as he was ordered and then Murph. They turned around and crawled over to the boys, their faces masks of revulsion as they dipped their heads and opened their mouths. Dee could not believe Jerry was actually winning! He was making Ron and Murph suck pricks that had been stuffed up their asses. Dee was amazed and impressed with her husband. Until tonight she would never have thought he would be capable of taking charge of a situation like she had gotten him into.
She felt proud of him, but feeling that made her feel even more ashamed of herself. She watched as Ron and Murph sucked and gobbled at the pricks, their heads bobbing up and down over the filthy organs as though they were eager to suck them off. Jerry stood over them with his shotgun cradled in his arm, watching closely to insure they continued doing as he ordered.
Dee exchanged victorious glances with Brenda, then turned her attention back to the two men as they continued cleaning off the now erect cocks with their mouths. Murph tried to stop sucking the prick he's been assigned, listing his head and claiming that it was as clean as he could get it. "Then suck it until he reaches a climax in your mouth." Jerry told him, his voice snapping out the order in a tone that left no room for argument.
Jerry kicked Ron's and Murph's clothes over to Dee and Brenda and told them to put them on. They dressed quickly while Jerry stood over Ron and Murph as they continued sucking at the cocks. Looking around her as she dressed, Dee saw that the circle of bodies around them had completely dis appeared. Only the fire remained, flicking its flames around the last pieces of wood.
When they had finished dressing, the three of them began walking calmly up the beach, leaving Ron and Murph to suck and feast over the cocks of the two boys. Dee could not believe it was over with. She looked at Jerry as they walked away and saw him in a completely different light than she had seen him the morning she left the note for him and walked away. If he gave her another chance, she would make sure that from now on things would be different.
And then he turned and looked at her and she saw in his eyes that despite everything he still wanted her. She moved close to him and he put his arm around her and together, they walked away from the beach with Brenda a few paces behind. Dee knew that somehow, from now on, things would work out all right.
