It is hard to conceive in this day and age, especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be, and are now, being treated like mere chattels and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as fifty percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt, the termination of which they will never live to see. Illegal aliens must work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Jenny Grant, a sensitive young girl who never would have dreamed that a job as a tutor to the son of Walthy Thomas Powell would lead her into a nightmare world of rape, degradation and violence.
TEACHER IN CHAINS - the story of a girl who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long way from Utopia.
- The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Thomas Heddington Powell looked over the folder in his hand at the young woman sitting on the other side of his desk. She seemed uncomfortable under his steady gaze but if she wanted the job as badly as she had said she did, she could take it for a minute or two.
She was a luscious-looking female. The burnished copper waves of her hair cascaded down to nestle around her shoulders. Her big green eyes fascinated him, making him want to see them wide with passion.
The bra she was wearing to hold her generous tits had to be gauze thin. He could see the proud points of her nipples easily. The fashionable slit in the side of her dress was exposing a well-turned calf and more white thigh than she was probably aware of. Yes, indeed, a fine-looking piece. The gentle throbbing and gradual hardening of his cock confirmed his opinion.
He cleared his throat and dropped the folder to his desk. "Well, Miss Grant - may I call you Jenny?"
"Yes, please do," she said, her full, red lips curving into a hesitant smile.
"Well, Jenny, your academic credentials are outstanding. So outstanding that it makes me wonder why you're applying for employment as a tutor."
"I found that there are a great many more teachers than there are jobs," she said. "I didn't want to settle for work outside the profession I just struggled so hard to enter."
"That takes care of my only question. You've got the job."
The girl's smile was radiant. She shifted slightly in the chair, the movement causing her jutting tits to jiggle delightfully. Powell restrained the urge to lick his lips.
"Oh, thank you, Mister Powell!"
He waved one hand and laughed. "You may not thank me later. My son, Alexander, is going to need a lot of help if he's going to be ready to enter college in September, and he's a little stubborn. Like his departed saint of a mother, bless her. He may present quite a problem for you."
"I accept the challenge," she said.
He leaned over the desk and pressed the first of a row of buttons that dotted a chrome box. "Brantley will drive you into town to collect your things. He'll be waiting by the time you leave this room and I'll see you at dinner this evening."
Jenny Grant stood and unconsciously smoothed her dress down around her flaring hips. Hips that looked like they could swivel with fluid grace under a man. "Thank you again, Mister Powell."
"Believe me, you'll earn your keep," he said. "Now off with you."
Powell watched her walk away from him toward the door at the far end of his study. His eyes followed the sway of her ass under her dress. His cock jerked to full attention as he tried to imagine her naked. Was her entire body as white as the bit of thigh he had seen? Was the hair on her pussy the same brilliant shade of red-gold as the hair on her head?
"Damn!" he swore as the door clicked shut behind the girl. He punched another button. He didn't wait for an acknowledgement.
"Send Ginger to me!" he barked and released the button. He leaned back in his chair and waited. A few minutes later a hidden door opened in the wall to the left of his desk. It was flush with the deep brown paneling and invisible to the casual observer.
Another young woman entered his study. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back to a tight bun at the back of her head. Six-inch lengths of miniature gold chain dangled from her ear lobes. Her full lips were painted a bright, wet-looking red. Her big blue eyes were slightly out of focus, seeming not to see him. The rest of the girl was hidden by a black cloak that draped her from her throat to the floor.
"Take it off, Ginger. I shouldn't have to tell you," Powell said, turning his chair to face her.
The girl's fingers fumbled at her throat. The cloak floated to the floor. Her body was tanned perfection, every inch a light shade of brown. The firm globes of her tits peaked in large, rosy circles, her dormant nipples mere bumps in their centers. Her belly was flat under the black nylon garterbelt that crossed it. The wide triangle of her tawny cunt hair was framed by the vertical black straps that held the black mesh stockings high on her long legs.
"Bring your cunt over here!" Powell said huskily.
She obeyed instantly, stopping when she was between his open thighs. His cock was rock hard and throbbing hotly, but he was in no hurry. Pleasure should never be hurried. He extended his hand, doubling it into a fist, and ran his knuckles up and down through the dense thicket of the girl's cunt, applying only the lightest pressure against the curve of the warm mound.
The honey-haired beauty's eyes closed, her mouth settling into a thin line of red. But her legs moved, opening her thighs, giving him access to her curly-haired cunt.
Powell chuckled and watched her face closely as he slipped his right forefinger into the warm slit of her pussy. A small frown wrinkled her forehead, otherwise there was no reaction.
"Pussy's a little dry tonight, bitch," he said crossly. "A little finger fucking will take care of that. Get the ol' juice flowing. We both know how you enjoy that." He rammed his finger into her warm fuck sheath suddenly.
"Don't we?"
"Yesss!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth.
"Oh, yes!" he said and started driving his finger in and out of her cuntal cave, wagging it from side to side, prodding at her pliant walls. He kept his eyes looking up as he fucked her with his finger.
After a very few minutes, the reaction he had predicted occurred. He could feel the wetness making every thrust of his finger easier. The walls of her pussy were beginning to ripple along his finger.
He drove his thumb up through the slickening gash of her cunt and rubbed the swelling stalk of her clit roughly. The frown deepened between her eyes. She was fighting it but she could feel the quivering in her cunt. She could not hide it from him.
"Just like the bitch you are!" he gloated. "Look! Look at your nipples, cunt!"
Her eyes fluttered open to see what he saw. The bumps were growing, extending outward to become stiff fingers of pink flesh.
"That's a good girl," Powell said softly, as though speaking to a well-trained dog. He withdrew his finger and thumb from her dampening pussy and leaned back in his chair. He whispered a harsh, one word command.
"Suck!"
The girl instantly dropped to her knees between his legs and hurriedly opened his pants. Her small fingers yanked his shorts down to snug them under his balls. His throbbing cock swayed in front of her pursed, red lips, a towering column of hard brown meat topped by a wide purplish knob.
Ginger was staring at his hardon as if hypnotized, her pointed tongue moving from side to side across her lips, wetting them. She leaned forward, her tongue reaching out.
"Balls first!" Powell barked.
Her head dropped without hesitation. Her nose burrowed into the ring of thick black hair at the base of his cock. Her warm, wet tongue lapped gently at his balls, pushing the loose skin around, probing carefully at the firm but sensitive cargo.
Powell let his body relax. He watched her flushed face move from side to side on the other side of his hardon, watched his throbbing prick twitch whenever her tongue teased a particularly receptive area. Finally he had enough.
"Up!" he commanded huskily.
Her head rose, her tongue flattening against the hot, hard vertical pole of his cock. It slid wetly up the quivering shaft, reached the dark plum, swiped around it and started down again, lapping another broad, wet band.
Powell's lust soared as he watched the girl work her way around his rampant hardon. She licked every inch, shifting her head around to complete the task without using her hands or causing him the annoyance of having to move. The desire that tingled in his wet cock was heightened by his complete mastery over her.
She did exactly as she was told instantly, no more no less. Right now he was ready for more. His aching cock hungered to be buried in soft woman-flesh.
"Enough!" he said hoarsely. "Over the desk on your belly!"
While the girl positioned herself, Powell stood and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor. He looked down at the twin golden moons of her ass, up her narrow waist to her unblemished back. Young and tender. His.
"Open!" he said softly.
The girl reached behind herself and pulled the soft cheeks of her ass apart, opening her stockinged legs at the same time. Powell feasted on the sight of the pink lips of her pussy gaping in her nest of yellow hair. But his eyes fastened on the tiny, winking rosebud of her asshole as he stepped up behind her.
He bent his raging hardon down and placed the wide, swollen head against the tender, crinkled crevice.
"Please!" the girl cried. "Not there! It's too dry!"
Powell rocked forward on the balls of his feet, thrusting savagely, spearing her tight asshole with his unbending cock. He sighed contentedly with the sudden pressure of her shit tube against his throbbing prick.
He got almost as much pleasure from the keening wail that escaped from the girl's gaping mouth. He stopped pushing when half of his cock was out of sight in her spasming asshole.
"Quiet, slut!" he barked, digging his fingers into the pillowy softness of her asscheeks, pulling them open until he could feel the strain on the ring of muscles that was clamped around his throbbing shaft. "We both know you love being fucked in the ass! You love hot jism squirting up into your bowels!"
He pushed again, driving the rest of his prick into the dry heat of her asshole, until his hairy balls thumped against her wet, gaping cunt.
Even as she pleaded, Powell started moving, sawing his long cock in and out of the dragging, tender tunnel of her young asshole. Her hot, dry shit sleeve pulled when he backed out and sucked when he surged inward. The tingling in his ass-wrecking cock was spreading to his balls. He could feel them tightening. He fucked harder, punishing her quivering ass with his belly, hooking his fingers over her hips to lock her in place.
"Shit! Fuck! Piss!" the girl moaned hysterically, her raised head bobbing with each knifing thrust of his cock.
Her fingers had a death grip on the edge of the desk. "Shit! Fuck! Piss!"
The burning friction was rapidly pushing Powell to the brink. His jerking cock seemed to swell beyond human proportions. Ginger's shit chute was milking his pounding prick with a thousand fingers. He needed only a little more.
"Move, you fucking bitch! Move your goddamn ass!" he croaked, his fuck strokes becoming even harder and faster.
The sweat-filmed globes of her ass humped back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of their wet bodies slapping against each other rose above the rasping sound of their breathing.
Then he was there. He arched his back and plunged his jerking prick into her clinging asshole to the hilt, his belly pressing against her hunching cheeks. His hot come ripped out of his prick, blasting into the hot furnace of her demolished asshole. "There, cunt!" he groaned through the heaving shudders. "Right up your fucking ass!
She was coming. His balls were pushed into the gaping mouth of her pussy and he could feel her flesh spasming, could feel the fountaining juice wetting them. She was babbling incoherently under him, her head down.
Powell leaned over the girl's shivering back and absently caressed the bulging warmth of her flattened tits.
He let himself drift on the dying waves that washed up from his imbedded cock. Yes, he thought, little Ginger has learned her lessons well. The same lessons that the luscious Jenny Grant still has ahead of her.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenny closed the book in her lap and inhaled deeply and slowly. After three days, her patience had begun to wear thin. Alexander Wilson Powell was a dumb jock. There were no better words to describe him. No matter what his wealthy father thought.
At six feet and heavily muscular, Alex might be the perfect football player but he was no scholar and had little ambition to be one. He was eighteen, only four years younger than she, but his face still had a boyish look despite his rugged build. He was a larger version of his dark-haired, handsome father.
Jenny had tried everything she could think of to get his mind working. She had even agreed to hold this afternoon's class in the gazebo by the artificial lake. They were a hundred yards down the grassy slope from the main house. It was a beautiful day. Birds were busy in the trees above the small structure. Brilliant rays of sunshine filtered through the mass of ivy that covered the walls. It was almost perfect.
"Well, Alex," she said, once again in control of her temper, "if you don't want to discuss colonial history what would you like to talk about?"
His big, blockish, adolescent face looked up at her from the floor at which he had been staring. "Fucking."
Jenny was so startled that her knees jerked, sending the book thumping to the floor. "What? What did you say?" she said weakly. Her ears had to be misleading her.
"I want to fuck you," Alex said, slowly rising from his seat.
"Good grief!" she blurted, fear rampaging through her. "I'm flattered, Alex, but it's just not that simple!"
He was moving, getting between her and the door, cutting off the only avenue of escape.
"Why not? You're here, I'm here and I want to fuck you!"
Jenny turned on the bench to face him. She tried to keep a scream from bursting out of her throat. "A girl usually likes a little more time, a little more emotional involvement with the guy she's attracted to enough to have sex with!" Oh, damn, she thought, said the wrong thing. "Not that I don't find you attractive!"
"Ain't got time for that bullshit! I get a hardon just lookin' at you and I'm gonna fuck you!" he said, fumbling with his belt.
Jenny's eyes dropped to his crotch. He indeed had a hardon, one of considerable size. His cock looked ready to rip right through his trousers.
"I'll scream bloody murder!" she said.
His wide grin was infuriating. "Go ahead. Nobody in the house will hear you and there ain't another person around inside of two miles."
She held her tongue and watched as he casually stripped his clothes off. He moved without haste, as if he were disrobing in the privacy of his own room.
Jenny Grant was no virgin. She had lost her cherry her sophomore year in college. A worldly senior had popped that for her after a long session of intellectual conversation and wine drinking in his apartment. They had had a torrid affair, during which she had learned to really dig a cock in her cunt. He had never tried putting his prick anywhere else. The senior's graduation had ended the relationship which had almost ruined her grades. From then on she had concentrated on her studies with only sporadic flings in the sack to ease the tension.
But all of the fucking she had done she had done willingly, eagerly. Never had she been taken by force, by someone she hardly knew. Like the boy who was dropping his pants in front of her.
She could not help looking at him. He was all hairy muscles, from his thick neck and bulging shoulders right down to his massive thighs and rock-hard calves. And sticking straight out from his crotch was his long, incredibly thick-looking cock. Jenny didn't think she could encircle the broad shaft with one hand if she tried.
Swollen, pulsating blue veins zigzagged along the stiff pole, disappearing into the gap behind the flaring, shining head of his cock.
"We can do this one of two ways," he said thickly as he walked toward her, his huge cock bobbing .minutely.
"You can fight, kick and scream or you can cooperate. Take your choice, but I am going to fuck you!"
Jenny got to her feet unsteadily, fear and apprehension sweeping through her. There was no point in fighting him. He was too big. He was blocking her only escape. And he was right about their isolation. But she would roast in hell before she cooperated.
"Do whatever you want!" she said harshly, barely able to get the words out. "But don't expect any help from me!"
The hot tip of his huge prick grazed her fear-knotted belly as his fingers formed picket fences around the quivering mounds of her tits. They squeezed and pulled as they moved toward her nipples.
"Don't need any help, baby!" he said in a nasty tone. "Guarantee you come before I do!"
"Like shit!" she spat at him.
The sound of her dress being ripped open was a deafening scream in her ears. She clenched her fists and wished that she could turn to cold stone. Her dress was completely open. She could feel the cool air brushing across the lacy cups of her bra and the small triangle of her bikini panties.
"Goddamn!" Alex said. "Whatta pair of jugs!" Two of his fingers dipped into the warm valley between her tits and pulled hard. She felt the terrific strain and then the narrow band broke, letting the freed globes of her big tits spill out. At that moment she wished that she had no tits at all. "Goddamn!" he said again and bent down.
Jenny shuddered as his open mouth covered the peak of her left tit. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his jaws opening wider, sucking even more of her tit into his mouth. His tongue swabbed roughly over her thick, blunt nipple. His left hand closed over her right tit, the fingers rolling and kneading the resilient mound.
She stood still, barely breathing, as the seconds passed. She loathed him for what he was doing. Hated him for it. Under different circumstances she would have enjoyed the sensations that were floating up from her assaulted tits. But now her brain was blocking them out.
His right and drove between her closed thighs and cupped the plump meat of her cunt. The heel of his palm pressed against her hidden clit. Her hips jerked backward in a spasm of reflex. His hand rocked there, applying a constantly moving pressure that burned her pussy through the thin nylon of her panties.
Jenny bit the inside of her lip, tears of rage slipping down her hot cheeks. She was being handled as if she were a piece of merchandise, without passion, without care. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Alex straightened up, letting her wet tit slide out of his mouth. She felt it bobble as it settled back into place.
His fingers on her right tit were still moving, pinching and pulling at her large pink nipple. The hand between her thighs stopped moving and squeezed the bulging curve of her pussy.
"Open your fucking eyes, bitch!" he barked.
Jenny opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was only pure, unadulterated lust in his face. Lust that was going to do God-only-knew-what to her young body.
"Time to get a look at your little treasure!" he said, hooking two fingers under the narrow crotch band of her panties.
She stiffened when he yanked. The flimsy material parted with hardly a whisper. She was exposed, cunt and ass. Her panties were nothing but shreds hanging from the elastic band around her hips.
Alex leaned back and looked down at her. "Now that's what I call a sweet-lookin' snatch! If it fucks as good as it looks I'm gonna enjoy gettin' my rocks off in your belly!"
"You bastard!" Jenny blurted.
The boy threw his head back and laughed. His big hands grasped her hips and pulled. He took her to the floor, shoving her onto her back, lying down beside her. Utter despair overwhelmed her, mixed with a strong apprehension about being brutalized by his enormous cock.
"Open your legs, Teacher," Alex said, his voice softer, huskier, but no less menacing. "If I have to do it for you it will hurt."
Jenny opened her trembling thighs, instantly aware of the cool breeze rushing through the lush thicket of her cunt hair to tickle the warm lips of her pussy.
Alex rolled toward her, his huge, hard cock thumping onto her belly. His hand landed right below his prick and glided straight for her cunt. The fingers covered her defenseless pussy, one of them pushing into the warm, tender slit.
"Please, don't do this!" Jenny begged, hoping to appeal to some sense of right and wrong that this young monster might still have.
"Ain't no way I'm gonna stop, baby!" he whispered and drove his finger down to probe at her quivering fuck hole. "I'm gonna ram my dick right up there and fuck your brains out!"
Jenny groaned helplessly as his finger plunged in and out of her cunt, his palm rocking up and down the twin rolls of her cunt lips. The constant friction, up and down and in and out was warming her flesh. It was an automatic response. Something that she had no part in at all.
He grinned down at her as he kept finger fucking her, probing and poking at the walls of her fuck sheath.
She tried to keep what she was feeling out of her face, but she knew that he could see it, the fear, the terrible fear. , "Hot damn! Now we're gettin' somewhere!" he gloated, looking directly into her glazed eyes.
She realized immediately what he was talking about and was consumed by shame. Her cunt juice was flowing. She could feel it dampening the walls of her pussy, easing the passage of the boy's ravaging finger.
The moisture was growing in her rudely massaged slit.
Jenny could not believe that her body was responding to his rough treatment. It was behaving as though it welcomed his attention, as though it was eager for his immense, lust-swollen cock. How long had it been since she had last fucked? A year?
Close to it. Her body could easily be ready and willing, her mind was not. She was being cruelly raped by a big, dumb brute.
"Open wide, Teach, 'cause I'm gonna stick it to ya!" he said and rolled over her.
She threw her legs wide open to avoid having them crushed under his knees. Stricken with dizzying panic, she watched him lower himself between her thighs, watched the long, jerking pole of his cock disappear below the blazing patch of her cunt hair.
The broad, hot head of his cock pushed into her gaping cunt, prodding, searching for the quaking mouth of her fuck tunnel.
Jenny opened her mouth, ready to make a last ditch plea for mercy, but the words stuck in her throat. The long, thick shaft of the boy's cock speared into her cuntal cave to the hilt in one swift, hard thrust. The massive slab of unbending meat filled her instantly. The walls of her pussy expanded frantically, trying to adjust to the incredible pressure. What came out of her mouth was a keening wail that trailed off to nothing.
"Holy fuck!" Alex groaned. "You got a tight little pussy! Ain't had a good fuckin' in a long time I'd bet! Sure gonna get one now!"
Without waiting for her cunt to relax around his mammoth prick, he started whipping his hips back and forth.
His bloated cock pole ripped in and out of her wildly fluttering fuck sheath savagely. His big balls thumped into the hot crack of her ass. His body slammed against hers at the end of each ruthless thrust, jolting her against the hard wooden floor.
"Good fuckin'! Tight hot pussy! Great little cunt!" Alex grunted over her as he rocked back and forth on the palms of his hands that rested on either side of her rib cage.
Jenny moaned helplessly under the relentless, pounding thrusts of the boy's hot, hard, throbbing cock. With every brutal lunge his prick was moving through her rippling tunnel with more ease. Her erotically tuned cunt was reacting in the only way it knew. It was gripping and relaxing, massaging the barbaric invader lovingly, spilling out the oils of lust willingly.
She rolled her head from side to side, suddenly not feeling the wooden floor under her. Her wobbling tits were hot, her nipples hard and pulsating. A warm, well-remembered glow was forming in her belly. It was impossible but she was getting hot. Her body was wallowing in being so soundly fucked by the biggest cock she had ever seen. Her own lust was being ignited by the huge prick that was slicing in and out of her demolished pussy with obscene, wet, thrilling sounds. She would not be able to stop what was going to happen but she was not going to let the young fucker that was raping her know she was coming.
With her mental resistance gone, Jerry gloried in the ceaseless, stabbing thrusts of the boy's huge, hard prick. The flames of her lust were licking up from her battered pussy, fanning out through her quivering body, heating her brain.
Alex's hoarse voice echoed in her ears. "Yeah, baby, yeah! Move that hot ass! Now you're fuckin'! Really workin' my dick over! Jesus!" Jenny was appalled. Her knees were up. Her ass was lifting off of the floor, screwing her streaming pussy onto his stiff, ramming cock. She was fucking back at him. meeting every thrust with one of her own. And it was too late to stop. The clamping convulsions were starting in her devastated pussy.
"Go ahead! Come, baby, come!" Alex croaked, his fuck strokes coming faster. "Come all over my fucking prick!"
"Argghhhh!" Jenny groaned, unable to hold it inside any longer. Rockets of pleasure whizzed up from her battered cunt and exploded into incandescent flares along her nervous system. She could not stop the spasms that shot through her, that made her sweat-filmed body shudder so hard that her bones ached. She bucked under the boy's frantically thrusting, jerking prick.
"That's it, cunt! I can feel it! Shit! Makin' me come!" he groaned.
A fresh load of rockets shattered her already-broken nerves as the jerking hose of his prick squirted hot, wet gushes of thick come into her aching pussy again and again. Her fingers were digging into his thick forearms and she could feel the muscles quivering.
She could not remember when or if she had ever come so big. But the fantastic heights to which his still-jerking, spitting cock had driven her did not justify the method he had used. Her anger fought the warming afterglow that wanted to possess her.
"Alexander!"
The word was like a pistol shot. Alex twisted to look over his shoulder, opening a view for the cock-impaled girl under him. Thomas Powell was standing in the open door, hands on his hips, his face purple with rage.
"You will kindly remove yourself to your room, young man! Quickly and silently!" His voice was tense with tightly controlled anger.
Jenny's face was suddenly afire with embarrassment and shame. It jumped ten degrees when the boy's soft cock slipped from her flooded pussy and he got to his feet. She was exposed to his father's glaring eyes, her dress ripped completely open, her bra wadded under her arms, her panties in shreds, his son's come leaking from her gaping cunt and trickling down the crack of her ass.
The older man's eyes raked over her for a split second and then he turned away. Jenny was grateful for that as she got to her knees, trying unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with what remained of her tattered dress.
Alex was pulling up his zipper as he hurried past his father, his shirt draped over his arm. He jumped through the door and was gone.
"He raped you didn't he?" Powell said, his voice now gentle as he walked toward her.
Jenny nodded her head, unwilling to admit to him or anybody else that she had enjoyed it in the end.
Powell reached down, grasped her shoulders and helped her to her feet. The raging, swirling emotions that had tormented her in the gazebo left her weak and she had to lean against him.
"Don't worry, the boy will pay for that and I'll take care of you," he said soothingly as he guided her toward the door. "Right now you need a strong sedative and some bed rest. We'll talk after you've had a good sleep."
In her flustered state, Jenny didn't notice that the hand that moved from her shoulder to assist in holding close her torn dress lingered longer than necessary against her warm, soft tit.
CHAPTER THREE
Jenny rose slowly through the comforting, warm mist that seemed to caress every inch of her body. Her arms and legs felt so heavy that she didn't even try to move them.
She remembered taking the capsule that Powell had given her. She had a foggy recollection of being bathed in a hot, floral-scented tub, of being tenderly and gently dried with a huge, fluffy towel. Her last impression was that of being lifted in thick, strong arms that carried her as easily as if she had weighed five pounds instead of a hundred and five.
The mist began to part around her, light brightening across her eyelids. She tried to shade her eyes but could not move her arm. Something was holding her down.
She shook her head, clearing the cobwebs and opened her eyes. She raised her head, feeling the strain in her neck and saw her predicament. She was lying on black satin sheets as naked as the day she was born.
Her wrists were chained together above her head, held there by the chain that was attached to a rail of the brass headboard. Her legs were spread-eagled, chained to each corner post of the footboard.
"Oh, God!" she cried, a fear even greater than that she had felt in the gazebo sweeping through her still partially numb body. She rolled and twisted, struggling against the chains. It was no use. She let her body go limp, unable to stop the tears that welled up in her eyes.
She was a prisoner. Thomas Powell had done this to her. Why? Was he afraid that she would press charges against his dumb jock son?
Jenny was still bombarding herself with questions when the door swung open. Alex's father walked through the door, clad in a red velour bathrobe that ended just below his knees.
"Glad to see you awake, my dear," he said. "You've been out for eight hours."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Jenny croaked. "I won't tell about Alex! I promise!" Powell reached the bed.
His eyes moved slowly up and down her lush nakedness as he chuckled softly. "That has nothing to do with this," he said. "This was already in the final stages of planning. Alex's precipitous attack only advanced my timetable."
"You already had this planned?" she cried, bordering on hysteria. "To hold me against my will? Whatever in God's name for?"
"That should be obvious," Powell said, dropping one hand to lightly caress the warm mound of her left tit.
Jenny shivered under his touch. "Sex? With your money you should be able to get all you want!"
Powell's fingers toyed with her large, rubbery nipple. "It's not quite that simple. There are many refinements that I am particularly fond of and it takes time for a woman of mine to be trained."
"Is that what I am?" she spat angrily. "Your woman?"
"So it seems," he said huskily as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You have an incredibly lovely body, my dear. I could not resist the urge to have it for my own."
Jenny clenched her teeth as his fingers squeezed her tit into a pointed, pink-tipped cone. His head came down and he sucked the peak into his mouth, his tongue lashing back and forth across her thick nipple.
She stared down at his gleaming black hair, unable to tear her eyes away from his bobbing head. She saw his free hand rise to mold itself around her right tit, the thumb sliding up to flip her nipple from side to side.
After only a minute Powell sat up again, his fingers still imprisoning her tits, a twisted, lusty smile on his face.
"Absolutely luscious," he said. "They taste every bit as good as they look. But there is another inspection to be made."
His hands left her tits as he turned toward the foot of the bed and bent down over her open crotch. The folds of his robe parted and Jenny saw his cock. It almost matched his mutant son's in size, a long brown cylinder curving along his thigh from a dense forest of black hair. The mean-looking, purplish plum of his cockhead was exposed.
Powell's fingers peeled the plump, hairy lips of her pussy apart. She could feel his hot breath against her cunt flesh. "Gorgeous!" he sighed, running one finger up and down the satiny smoothness of her gaping slit.
"Just as I knew it would be! Fiery hair curling right down to your lovely anal mouth! Young, pink meat to suck a man inside! It's going to be a delight to lose myself in your little honey pot once you're properly trained."
Jenny shivered as goosebumps rippled along her arms and thighs. What did he mean by "training?" What unspeakable things was this monster going to do to her? She fully realized that her anger must be held in check. She was totally in his power, bound and naked. She would be forced to accept whatever he had in mind.
One of his fingers toyed with the fluttering rim of her fuck hole, circling and teasing the damp opening. It suddenly drove inward, until his knuckles pushed into her open pussy. He sat up again, smiling down at her while slipping his finger in and out of her warm fuck sheath.
"There is one more matter to be settled before we begin your lessons," he said calmly, quietly, as if he wasn't stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy, as if it were all perfectly natural. "You will soon be free of these chains, but don't even start thinking about escape. In the first place, you will not have access to street clothing. And secondly, even if you should manage to get off of the estate, the police would have you before you got out of the county and my brother-in-law happens to be the county judge. You'd be back inside this room before you knew what hit you and back in those chains."
She had been right. There was no hope. She was so numb with despair that she hardly felt the finger gliding in and out of her cunt.
"Do you understand, my dear?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," he said, pulling his fingers away from her open pussy. "Now we can get on with the program."
He walked to a dresser, opened a drawer, got something out, and turned to walk back to the bed. Jenny's gaze fastened on the object he held in his hand. It was a black tube that looked to be about six inches long.
The middle two-thirds seemed to be corrugated. A shiny black ball, slightly larger than the shaft was on one end, the long straps of some kind of harness at the other end. Near the base were two finger-like projections, one that curved back in toward the tube, and on the opposite side, one that curved out.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" Powell said, holding the object above her head, turning it as if for her admiration. "I had it custom built in Europe to my own design. There isn't another like it in the world. I have found that it speeds up training immensely by performing several functions simultaneously."
Jenny was afraid to ask what functions he was talking about. She was sure that she would find out soon enough. And she was right.
Powell knelt on the bed at her hips and bent over her widely spread thighs. "Just lie still," he said, his voice now strangely tense. "It will be uncomfortable only for a moment."
She could not help the way her ass jerked when the smooth, cold, round ball pushed into her cuntal cave, quickly followed by the corrugated shaft. One of the projections slid up through her gash and pressed against the nubbin of her clit. She groaned when the other appendage popped into her virgin asshole.
"Lift your ass!" Powell barked harshly, his cultured tone no longer in evidence.
Jenny arched upward and strained to hold that position while the leering man looped the straps up the crack of her ass and up over her hard belly, fastening them around her narrow waist.
"That's fine!" he said, apparently satisfied with his handiwork.
The fear-stricken girl dropped her creamy ass back to the bed, acutely aware of the lifeless shaft buried in her pussy, of the pressure against her clit, and the small, firm presence in her asshole.
Powell reached down between her thighs and moved his hand. The black cylinder in her fuck sleeve exploded into motion. She could feel its sudden extension, the long thrust into her fuck pit, the ball thumping into the very bottom. The humming vibrations were being transmitted to her clit and into her impaled asshole. The instrument pistoned back and forth, securely in place, ramming back and forth in her defenseless pussy. She was being fucked by a machine! A mindless, mechanical cock!
She groaned. "Why, why, why?"
Powell stood and began removing his robe. His long, brown cock was now a horizontal pole sticking out from the base of his hairy belly. "You're going to learn to be the fucking, sucking bitch that you were designed to be, cunt! By the time that little machine's through with you, your pussy will start dripping at the slightest touch!"
He sat beside her and wrapped his fingers around her jiggling tits, kneading and rolling the firm melons. The cylinder in her pussy was thrusting, thrusting, relentlessly fucking her.
"You've fucked before, haven't you, cunt? I mean before my son rudely stuck his cock between your legs?"
"Yes," she said weakly.
"Ever been fucked in your ass?"
"God, no!"
"Ever sucked a man's cock? Tasted his come sliding down your lovely throat?"
"No!"
"Ever had a woman go down on you?"
"Oh, Jesus, no!"
"Ever eaten pussy?"
"No! No! No!"
Powell laughed loudly, nastily. "See how much you have to learn, bitch?"
Jenny tossed her head, trying to shake the images that her captor's obscene words had put there. Her answers had been truthful and his vision of her future terrifying.
At the moment though, her pussy was being steadily, inexorably pulverized by the constantly thrusting shaft in her belly. Her clit was reacting, growing firmer and taller by the second. The little finger in her virgin asshole was waggling around crazily, whacking at her dry heat. Her tits were being tenderly but thoroughly mangled.
"Ah! I see it's getting to you!" he crowed. "My little marvel is doing its job! Go ahead, bitch, let it happen!
Come! You can't stop it, can't get away from it! It's going to fuck you until you can't come any longer!"
He was right. Her cunt oil was gushing, coating the merciless, mechanical cock that was responsible for the lust need that was bubbling in her belly. She was going to come soon and there would be no stopping it. Ass fucking! Cock sucking! Cunt sucking!
"Oh, shit!" she groaned, her hips starting to buck of their own will, fucking back at her bodiless lover. Her ass was jumping off of the bed, hunching her flowing pussy up with every blurring thrust the humming shaft rammed into her cuntal canal. Every spastic jerk of her body caused the chains to cut into her wrists and ankles, but she was only dimly aware of the pain.
The tortured walls of her pussy suddenly coiled around the plundering pole and sprayed cunt juice all over its unfeeling surface. Her fully aroused clit was throbbing hotly. A warm buzzing was tickling her spasming asshole. A heavy shudder swept up from her ruined pussy and rippled through her feverish body.
"Arrgghhhhh!" Jenny groaned, totally lost in the irresistible ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
She went over the peak. But there was no let-down. That was no human prick in her, coming in her, going soft. It was a smoothly thrusting artificial cockshaft that was keeping her from floating into the usual afterglow. Her fuck sheath, clit and asshole were being maddeningly taunted at a sustained high pitch.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned. "No more! Please! No more!"
"There will be much more, my sweet little whore!" Powell grated. He was standing by her head, slowly pumping his fist up and down his hard cock, the dark, angry head bobbing above her flushed face.
"Every two hours you will ride my magical invention for thirty minutes, around the clock! Your ass will be fucked twice daily!"
He was closer now, leaning over her, his jerking prick only inches away. His "magical invention" was still plowing back and forth in her shattered cunt.
"One week from now your delectable pussy will be instantly responsive! Your lovely little asshole will be able to expand beyond your wildest dreams! You'll be ready for the second phase of your training!"
Jenny could see what was about to happen. The crazed man was about to come all over her. She twisted and rolled, but it was no use. She couldn't get her head out of the way. And he was grinning at her. A wide, evil grin.
"Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch!" he grunted. "Time for your first taste of... ungh! Open, Goddamn it!"
She pinched her eyes shut and let her jaw drop. The warm sticky globs splattered all over her nose and cheeks. Some of it fell into her open mouth. She had no recourse but to swallow. She gulped it down as even more of his male lava rained down upon her face.
The shower seemed to finally be at an end and the erotically shell-shocked girl slowly opened her eyes.
Powell was putting his red robe back on, his drained cock dangling between his thighs, his face set once more in his cultured, high society mask.
"Relax and enjoy, my dear," he said warmly. "You still have twenty minutes to go."
He reached between her trembling thighs and the mindless monster in her flooded pussy began to move even faster.
She tried to scream but only a strangled gurgle rose from her throat as she felt her ass moving to meet the wetly slithering fuck strokes of' his "magical machine."
CHAPTER FOUR
She had lost track of how many times she had come, but Jenny was certain that her poor aching pussy would never be the same. The robot prick had practically fucked her senseless, hammering back and forth in the battered sleeve of her cunt, forcing her to come again and again. There was a huge wet spot under her tired ass as uncomfortable evidence of how her pussy juice had streamed out around the incessantly thrusting shaft.
Unmindful of her sweaty, weary, naked body, she was grateful to the man who had removed the tormenting machine from her pulverized pussy. Brantley was putting the hateful thing back into its hiding place. She was free of it - for two hours at least.
When the man had entered the room Jenny had felt only a momentary flash of embarrassment. She had been in the agonizing throes of another orgasm. One more that she had been unable to stop.
Now he was walking toward her, his craggy face emotionless, his dark eyes seeming to look right through her. The perfect servant, quiet and seeing nothing. But he looked more like a lumberjack than a gentleman's servant. He was tall and powerfully built, broad in the shoulder and narrow in the waist.
"Did you carry me to this bed?" she asked weakly.
"Yes, Miss," he said, his voice deep and husky.
"And put me into these chains?"
"Yes, Miss."
There had been little reason for her embarrassment. The man had already seen everything there was to see. Except for the sight of her being fucked into oblivion by a mechanical cock.
Then he was at the foot of the bed, unlocking the chains. "Ohhhh, thank you!" she sighed, wincing as she pulled her legs together. Sharp, stinging pains raced up her thighs, tingling into her swollen cunt.
"Turn over, Miss," Brantley said.
"What? Why?" Her aching belly knotted up again.
"Orders, Miss. Turn over!"
Jenny groaned as she obeyed. The strained, aching muscles of her body protested. Arms, shoulders, back, ass, legs, all were painfully sore. Finally she found herself on her belly, face down on the wrinkled, damp satin sheet.
She heard the rustle of clothing, the hum of a zipper. Oh, God, she thought, not again. I can't stand anymore. The bed sank under her. Brantley's hairy thighs brushed hers. He was straddling her legs, looking right down at her round, white ass. Her ass! Powell's words echoed through her dazed brain. Twice a day!
"Don't!" she screamed. "Not there! Please!" The man's hands hooked around her hips and pulled her roughly to her knees. Her ass was high in the air, her fluttering, gaping cunt hanging open. Her head was forced between her still-bound arms that were stretched out in front of her. The soft globes of her tits were flattened against the bed.
The hot head of the man's cock pushed into the come-drenched swamp of her pussy, gliding up and down. It felt very big. Or was it more fear than fact? She could not bring herself to look.
Her hips twitched, beyond her control as the pointed knob prodded at her quivering, hypersensitive clit. She could feel the pillowy cheeks of her ass bounce. What a wanton sight he must have before him. White ass, red-ringed asshole, drooling pink pussy lathering up his cock. She longed to be completely out of her aching, lust-tormented body. But it was not to be.
His cock pushed into her ruined fuck sheath, slipping effortlessly through the slick channel, sliding into her jellied cave until his belly pressed against her ass.
Jenny almost cried with joy. His cock didn't feel extraordinarily large. It was a shock to her system to have a warm, throbbing, live cock in her pussy after the endless vibrating and thrusting of Powell's machine. It felt good.
It felt even better when the firm, swollen-veined shaft began to move in and out of her slippery tunnel. The walls of her pussy lazily massaged the gently moving pole of warm, male cock meat.
Brantley's prick was so much nicer than the rapid-fire ramming of the artificial cock. And it was having the same effect. Her clit was starting to throb already. Her cunt juice was rising from some bottomless well to coat the rippling walls of her pussy.
"Unh! Unh!" Jenny grunted into the black satin, feeling her big nipples swelling and extending, exciting her even more. She tried to keep from fucking back at him. She couldn't let him know how good it felt. He worked for Powell, was an accomplice to her degradation. But it felt so fucking good.
The automatic responses that Powell's machine had fucked into her took over. Her ass rocked back and forth, her pussy gulping at every tender inward thrust of the man's long stroking cock. His big, strong hands were caressing the jiggling globes of her ass in smooth, massaging circles. Jenny let herself be carried up by the rising tide. She had already lost the power to control it.
The wonderfully fucking prick suddenly backed out, slipping noisily out of her gripping cuntal channel. Jenny stifled a plea for him to put it back inside her.
His thumbs dug into the yielding cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide open, his fingers sinking into her soft, white flesh. The hot, slippery knob of his cockhead pushed against the small, puckered mouth of her asshole.
"Not in my ass!" she whimpered, her fear struggling against her aroused lust. "Please! For God's sake, don't stick that big cock in my ass!"
The pressure against her resisting, virgin asshole increased. Her body was fighting to repel the invader, the ring of muscles straining to remain closed. No man had ever tried to fuck her in the ass. Not even her worldly senior had tried that.
Brantley grunted with lusty satisfaction as his cock burst through her asshole, sinking three inches of hard meat into her rear tunnel before he could stop his thrust. Jenny mewled feebly. His cock now felt as big as a baseball bat and almost as hard. And it hurt.
"Your fucking cock is killing me!" she wailed, trying to lunge forward against the fingers that were wrapped around her hips once more. "Tearing my asshole! Take it out! Oh, shit, take it owwwwwt!"
"Tight ass!" the man grunted and lunged again, his big hands locking her twisting hips in place.
"Ohhhhh! Shit!" Jenny groaned. His unbending bar of ass-raping cock was boring into her shit tube. Its hot, thick shaft was filling and stretching the narrow channel, stretching and stretching.
"Hurts!" she moaned, tossing her head, tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Too fucking big!"
Then he was in to the hilt, his massive prick a burning lance in her bowels, his balls pushing into her oozing, gaping cunt. His fingers, freed now that she was firmly impaled on his cock, swept along her ribs to squeeze the bulging softness of her tits.
"Hot, tight little ass!" Brantley rasped from behind her, his hips starting to move again. "The old man's gonna love stickin' his dork in your shitter!"
Jenny moaned softly, helpless as the man fucked into her ass, driving his hard prick into the dry, clinging heat of her asshole. Blinding flashes of pain ripped up from her pummeled ass, reignited by every surging thrust of his hotly throbbing prick.
The minutes passed. Brantley's cock was pumping in and out of her ravaged asshole smoothly. To Jenny's amazement the sensations crawling up her tired backside were no longer painful. They were changing, becoming something else that was intertwined with the hot pulsing of her open cunt, becoming pleasure.
Brantley's prick had stirred her pussy up immensely when he had been fucking her there. That blossoming lust had been interrupted when he had violated her cherry asshole. Now it was rising again. She could feel the pounding pulsations of his ass-raping cock in her empty, steaming cunt.
Jenny's ass suddenly pushed back at the man, swiveling, rotating her tautly stretched asshole around his bloated, thrusting prick.
"Bastard!" she groaned, knowing she was going to come, that his despicable ass fucking was going to make her come. "Fucking bastard! Aggghhhh! Harder, damn you! Fuck me harder! Faster! Come in my ass!"
She thought she heard Brantley chuckle nastily but she was beyond caring. He was fucking her faster and that was all that mattered. Her body was completely out of control, her brain unable to resist the overwhelming need to get her rocks off.
"Doing it!" she screamed, humping her sweat-filmed ass as fast as she could, feeling his shafting cock starting to jerk heavily in the tight confines of her shit tunnel. Her fuck-battered pussy was coiling itself into a tight, creaming ball. "Coming! Ohhhhh! Fuck! Come, you bastard! Squirt it to me!"
Above her own gasping, she could hear Brantley's panting. Then his hotly throbbing cock erupted, spewing torrents of thick jism into her aching asshole, bathing her tortured flesh and his erratically thrusting pole.
"Damn, oh damn, oh damn!" she moaned as her weary cunt rolled over into still another orgasm. She had been fucked more in the last hour than she had been in the last two years. She was afraid to face how much she had missed what she had been forced to endure.
Jenny hung there in the cradle of the man's big hands, her ass shuddering again and again as his flexing prick shot off deep in her bowels. She was beyond caring what he did to her.
The next few days became a blur of unending orgasms for the copper-haired beauty. It seemed that she spent more time with Powell's lust machine inside her than out. Her pussy was becoming so sensitive that she started coming after only a few thrusts of the artificial cock. She would never have believed that her body could become so addicted to fucking - or so responsive.
She gave up showing any signs of resistance and was freed from her chains after the second day. She was given the time between her sessions in harness to do as she pleased. The luxurious bathroom drew her there often for warm, relaxing showers. It was well supplied with thick towels, toilet articles and a hair dryer.
A multitude of perfumes, colognes and body powders populated the top of a dresser. In one drawer she found a collection of cosmetics. The other drawers were filled with filmy lingerie in a rainbow of colors - garter belts, bikini panties, crotchless panties, mesh stockings, net stockings, half bras, center-holed bras, camisoles with garter straps, crotchless pantyhose.
The only closet held rows of high-heeled shoes. A dazzling array of gowns and robes floated in crowded splendor, floor-length, baby doll and even shorter.
As tempted as Jenny was to draw some measure of feminine comfort from the bountiful supplies in order to counter the feeling that she was becoming nothing more than a lusting cunt, she refrained from doing so.
She was being fucked enough without making herself any more attractive. Especially to Brantley. He fucked her in the ass exactly as Powell had said that he would. Twice a day, after removing the mechanical cock, he would slip his cock into her slippery pussy for a few strokes and then ram it into her asshole.
Jenny was astounded when she realized how quickly her battered butt was becoming accustomed to being fucked by his thick prick. Her flesh expanded quicker and with less effort every time he fucked her.
She had also given up trying to hide the powerful orgasms she went through while she trembled under his pounding cock. It was just too much effort.
She was just emerging from the bathroom after a long, hot shower when Brantley walked through the door.
"Don't tell me it's been two hours already!" she said.
"No," Brantley replied, walking straight to the closet. "Mister Powell wants you." He pulled a long swath of blue gauze from a hanger, snatched up a matching pair of heels and threw them on the bed. "Put these on and be quick about it!"
Jenny fumbled the gown over her head. It draped straight down from her bullet nipples, ending just below her knees. It formed no more than a blue shadow across her naked charms. She shivered with the realization that she was going to be walking through the house that way. She stepped into the high heels and headed for the door. Brantley was standing there, his face reflecting neither compassion nor patience.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jenny wobbled slightly on the unaccustomed height of the spike heels as she walked across the thick carpet of the room. The blue gauze floated around her naked body, caressing her flesh in a thousand places.
Powell was sitting in an armchair by a fireplace. The chair had a very high back that reminded Jenny of a throne. The only light in the room flickered out from the fire and danced across the rich brown panels of the walls. Powell's naked legs looked starkly white below the dark red of his robe.
"That's far enough," he said when she was about three feet away from him.
She stood there, the weakness growing in her knees as the seconds oozed by. Powell was just looking at her, his eyes moving slowly, inspecting her from head to toe. She could almost feel his eyes touching her.
"I've had very good reports on your progress," he said finally. "But I want to see for myself. Turn around and show yourself."
Jenny pivoted slowly, not quite certain about what he wanted. She stopped when her back was to him.
"Hike that gown, bend over and show me your asshole and your pussy, slut!" he growled harshly.
She felt her face burning as she raised the frothy material above her hips and bent over.
"That's better, my dear. Now reach back and spread those lovely asscheeks."
The startling changes in his manner completely befuddled Jenny as she grasped the creamy moons of her ass with trembling fingers. One second he talked to her as if she were the lowest tramp and in the next sentence she might have been his equal. She pulled, showing him her savaged asshole and her gaping, copper-haired cunt.
"Delightful!"
She heard a click, then saw her shadow sharply outlined on the wall in front of her, the inverted vee of her open legs, the bulky mass of her bent body. He had turned a damned spotlight on her nakedness, banishing any shadows from her in the dimly lighted room.
Another shadow joined hers. A naked shadow. He was right behind her.
Two of his fingers touched her, one on either side of her mound, pushing into the narrow crease between her thighs and the plump, open lips of her pussy. They moved with a feather-light touch, outlining her cunt, trailing up to meet and circle her asshole. The pink grommet spasmed involuntarily, shaming her with its eagerness to be speared.
Then his fingers were gone. She could hear him breathing evenly behind her, knowing what he was seeing.
It was not difficult to imagine his big brown cock rising up over her split-open ass.
The blunt end of a finger probed suddenly at her hidden clit. The electric shock almost knocked her off of her feet. It was a powerfully sensual tingle that ripped up through her bent body to the hanging twin globes of her tits. Another finger slid into the dry heat of her asshole with no effort at all.
The finger in her ass moved in one direction, then another, testing the elasticity of her rear tunnel. She could feel her muscles expanding without resistance, her repeatedly fucked asshole opening in lewd invitation.
The other finger had wormed its way into her hairy cunt and was rolling the swelling nubbin of her clit around and around. She could feel the cunt oil starting to flow deep in her fuck tunnel. Her pussy was readying itself, expecting the merciless, mechanical fucking to begin any second.
What was even worse was the fact that Jenny was getting turned on. In spite of the commands of her intellect, she was getting hot. The sessions with Powell's mechanical cock and Brantley's ass-reaming prick had done their work well. She was reacting like a bitch dog in heat. And she couldn't stop it if she tried. That was one thing she had learned very quickly.
Her asshole was absolutely rubbery, spasming, eager to be fucked. Her cunt juice was streaming down her tense fuck tube, ready to grease the way for whatever might enter.
"Hmmmm, coming along quite nicely," Powell said, his voice slightly husky, one finger slipping in and out of her warming asshole, the other finger gliding through her gasping gash to ram into her dampening cuntal cave.
Jenny could not stop the soft moan that escaped when her tormentor's finger plunged into the wet heat of her pussy. Something was inside her at last.
"Like that do you, bitch?" he said harshly.
"Unh!" she grunted.
"Getting hot in your cunt, aren't you bitch? Huh? Huh?" he said, waggling his finger furiously in the clasping glove of her pussy, twisting the other finger cruelly in the hot tunnel of her asshole.
"Yesss!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth, acutely aware of her big, hanging tits swinging under her as Powell beat at her crotch.
"Well, my dear, you'll soon be ready to receive my attention," Powell said, his tone suddenly elegant again.
His fingers withdrew from her body and wiped across the trembling moons of her ass. "However, tonight we start a new phase of your training. Follow me."
Jenny dropped the gown, turned and followed the man back to his chair. The back in front of her was trim and rippled with solid muscle. The tight cheeks of his ass and the thick columns of his thighs testified that he kept himself in very good condition. He turned and sat down. Jenny's eyes did not miss the upright pole of his long, brown cock. The purplish knob at the top of the thick shaft looked even meaner that it had the first time she had seen it.
"There," he commanded, pointing between his open thighs. "On your knees where you belong, cunt."
She dropped to her knees. Now his massive cock stood right in front of her face. She could see the blood-filled veins pulsing with urgent life. A black forest of hair ringed the thick base, outlined his big balls and curling down into the dark cleft of his ass.
"It's time you learned how to suck a man's cock," Powell said thickly. "You may begin."
Jenny hesitated, her tongue flitting back and forth across her dry lips. The memory of his come spraying all over her rushed back into her dazed mind. Never having performed this act, she was unsure of how to even begin.
"Well?"
"I've never done this," she said weakly.
"Never done what?"
"Uh, sucked a man's cock!" she blurted, her face heating up to match the temperature of her finger-teased cunt.
Powell smiled, slowly, broadly, lustily. "It's quite simple, really. Apply your lush lips and tongues to my cock and balls like it was all one huge ice cream cone. I'll tell you when to take it inside your lovely mouth. Now begin!"
Jenny nodded dumbly and bent forward. She lapped tentatively at the thick base of his cock, just above the bush of black hair. She marveled at the incredible smoothness under her tongue, aware of the steely core under the tender covering. She licked higher, letting her tongue drag over the swollen veins, working her way up the towering shaft. Her instincts were taking over, guiding her as she explored a man's rigid prick with her mouth for the first time.
"Very nice," Powell sighed. "Keep your tongue going just like that. Cover every inch of my cock. Yes, lick the head too, all around. Very good!"
She twirled her tongue wetly around the hot, satiny knob of his cockhead, amazed to sense that what she was doing was communicating itself right down to her aroused, unsatisfied pussy. She left the swollen cockhead and lapped down toward the double goose eggs of his balls.
"Feeling good!" Powell sighed above her. "You're going to be a great cocksucker! Before you're through, you'll be taking every inch of my prick down your throat!"
Jenny shivered at the thought. It sounded impossible. There was no way that she could take that huge cockshaft down her throat without suffocating. But she knew that the man sighing contentedly over her meant every word.
She also knew that what she was doing, paying homage to the huge cock that was her master, the giver of pain and pleasure, stimulating her erotic senses more than anything she had ever experienced.
The girl lapped hungrily around his balls, probing the tender eggs gently. She licked wetly into the dark crack of his ass, ramming her tongue into the hot cleft as far as she could. His big hands played in the burnished gold mass of her hair.
Her aroused pussy was steaming, eager for what it had become accustomed to so quickly. Jenny lifted her head and, planting her lips against the throbbing shaft, began sucking her way toward the big, dark knob.
She hoped to get him so excited that he would fuck her. The need to come was rising irresistibly.
Jenny's tongue reached the top of the swollen column and she paused there, flicking her tongue up and down against the flaring rim of his wide cockhead.
"Now!" Powell commanded hoarsely. "Take the head of my dick in your fuckin' mouth and suck!"
She raised her head above the shining, purple knob. A large, white pearl was perched on its tip. She rubbed her closed lips across the head of his cock, smearing them with his pre-come.
"Good touch!" the man sighed.
Jenny's hot pussy quivered between her thighs as she bent her head down, slipping her soft, slick lips over the broad mass, opening her jaws until she held all of his cockhead inside her warm, wet mouth.
"Suck it, bitch! Gently!"
She sucked. Gently and rhythmically, her cheeks moving in and out like bellows. Unbidden, her fingers found the tight bulge of his balls and fondled them carefully. Her pulsating cunt was yearning for the cargo she knew was swirling around between her fingers.
"Excellent! You've got a hot, sexy mouth, cunt! Just keep sucking like that and I'll reward you!" he said thickly.
Jenny continued her greedy sucking, hoping the reward she was going to get was his big prick in her boiling pussy. The walls of her cuntal cave were dripping with hot oil.
Powell's hands held her head with light pressure against her temples. His body suddenly jerked, sending the hot head of his huge cock banging into the tight opening of her throat. She thought she was going to gag, but the pressure was gone an instant later, letting her inhale deeply through her nose again.
"Suck while I fuck, bitch! Suck 'n'fuck! Fuck 'n' suck!" he growled, his hips bucking up at her face in short, savage thrusts.
The bloated head of his cock slammed into her throat again and again. She quickly learned to grab all of the air she could while his throbbing prick was moving out and to let her muscles go limp when it rammed inward. Each stroke was becoming easier to take and she kept sucking, swiping her tongue around his hard meat as often as possible.
"Good! Good!" Powell grunted, his fingers tightening against her pounding temples, his long, hard cock whipping into her sucking mouth over and over. "Mouth good as pussy! Suck, whore, suck!"
Jenny was rapidly losing the battle to keep breathing. Powell's quick thrusts were slicking in and out faster then she could inhale. His thick cock seemed to be swelling, jerking, beating against the roof of her mouth, against her pumping cheeks as it slithered in and out. She felt light headed, starved for oxygen. But her brutally trained cunt was a bubbling cauldron of lust.
"Here comes your fucking reward! Agghhhhh!"
The passion-crazed girl swallowed frantically, gulping down the jets of hot, thick, tangy jism that blasted into her throat. The torrent seemed endless. Hard as she tried, she could not get all of it. A warm thread oozed past the tight grip of her lips and trickled down her chin. But she was surviving it. A man was coming in her mouth for the first time in her life. And she was hot to get fucked. Hotter than she could remember ever being in her life. Her juiced-up cunt was blazing, crying for cock. And the prick in her mouth was softening, its spurts dying.
"Enough!" Powell groaned, shoving her back with so much force that she landed on her ass, her stiff nippled tits quivering.
He sat there, looking down at her. She could see the hard glint in his eyes. There was a tension in him even though his body appeared to be relaxed, the deflated hose of his brown cock resting between his thick thighs.
"Are you hot?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
Jenny nodded, reluctant to admit her need to the man who was responsible for her plight.
"I can't hear you! Is your pussy wet?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Show me! Lie down and open your fucking legs!"
She obeyed slowly, trembling as she lowered her back to the floor. Lifting her ass, she pulled the gown above her hips, acutely aware of its sensual dragging over her hot flesh. She lowered her ass and opened her legs into a narrow vee.
"Knees up and split wide, slut! I want to see your cunt!" Powell barked.
Jenny bent her legs up and let them fall open, feeling the strain on her hot, swollen cuntal mound. Now she was completely exposed to him. And she would do anything to satisfy the gnawing ache in her belly.
"Why, my dear, your pretty pink pussy is hanging open. It's positively drooling," he purred, a mocking concern in his voice. "You want to come very badly, don't you?"
"Yes, oh, God, yes!" Jenny groaned.
"Go ahead then, finger yourself! Beat your hot little clit! I want to watch you frig yourself off! Do it, bitch!"
Jenny moaned, no longer able to resist. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was along as she slid one hand down over her hard, flat belly. She was alone in her room. In her own bed. With a fantasy lover between her legs.
Her finger slid down through the moist, open gap of her cunt, touched her quivering fuck hole and swept back up to her hot, throbbing clit. She rolled the stiff nubbin around and around, gently, steadily, as she had done countless times before.
In a very few seconds the rumbling deep in her cunt became rolling peals of thunder. Lightning was sparking up from her battered clit. Her pussy oil was raining down, flooding her already-soaked fuck tunnel.
Shamelessly she whipped her engorged clit even harder, longing for release, her arm arching.
The convulsions ripped through her like an earthquake. She bit her lip, tasting salty blood, to keep from crying out her joy as she shivered from head to toe. She closed her fingers, cupping the heaving mound of her cunt, unable to stop the humping of her hips against her hand.
The wracking jolts faded slowly, leaving her sinking into the long sought limbo of satisfied lust.
"Oh, you're going to be a fine one, little lady! A real fine sucking, fucking bitch!"
Powell's hard voice jerked her back to reality.
CHAPTER SIX
Jenny sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully applying brilliant-red polish to her fingernails. After her shower she had slipped into a pair of bikini panties. They were a sheer yellow, two triangles that barely covered the plump mound of her pussy and the cleft of her ass, secured only by two thin strings that tied high on her flaring hips. She had learned to satisfy her modesty with as little as possible. Whatever she put on would not be on her for long.
She had now been held prisoner for ten days. She had changed and so had her training schedule. Her sessions with the artificial cock had been reduced from thirty to ten minutes. She suspected that the reason was the simple fact that she now started coming within two minutes of the thing being turned on.
Brantley still fucked her in the ass two times a day. But now she truly enjoyed it. Her once-virgin asshole now took his cock as easily as her cunt could take one. And she came every time.
Once each day she had been called into Powell's presence. She had sucked him off wherever he might be - in his bedroom, his study, the greenhouse, even by the pool in broad daylight. She had learned how to tease his big cock with her lips and tongue until it was quivering like a spring under tremendous tension. Then she fucked him with her mouth, taking now almost three-fourths of his length into her throat.
Her brow wrinkled as she gently puffed on the drying nails. She was puzzled by that fact that Powell had not yet fucked her. After each blowjob, during which her own cunt juices had been flowing madly, he had instructed her to jack off in front of him. She was always so hot by that time that she now felt no embarrassment in fingering her pussy freely under his eyes. She was developing a longing to feel his huge prick inside her, in any hole he wanted to shove it.
Sex had so saturated her days that she now thought of little else. Every bursting orgasm left her hungering for the next one. The program that Powell had outlined to her when she had awakened to find herself chained still haunted her. There were other experiences ahead of her, lewd experiences that a week earlier would have revolted her. She now found herself strangely looking forward to them.
Jenny was heading for the dresser to put the nail polish away when the door flew open. Powell. In his red robe again. And he wasn't alone.
The man propelled a honey-haired girl into the room and closed the door. His other hand rested on the jutting mound of her ass. She seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that the only article of clothing she wore was a nearly transparent pair of crotchless panties that left the golden bush of her cunt hair exposed.
Jenny felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy as she surveyed the assets the girl carried so proudly. Large, golden tits with rosy center and buds for nipples. Smooth, evenly tanned flesh, full of lush curves. Flaring hips and full thighs, divided by that magnificent forest of pussy fur. Jenny saw all of it in a second or two before noticing that the girl's blue eyes reflected her own jealousy. So they were to be competitors.
"Jenny, meet Ginger, your predecessor as my loutish son's tutor. Ginger, Jenny," Powell said, the tone of supreme command in his voice.
The man's haughty attitude reminded Jenny that she and Ginger were both prisoners, pawns in his game of lust. Competing against each other would only play into his hands. They needed each other. She smiled weakly at the newcomer.
Powell's voice interrupted the message Jenny was trying to transmit with her eyes.
"You girls are now at the same level in your training. In order to proceed it was necessary for you to reach this point. You have and we will proceed."
Jenny was baffled for a moment and it was clear that Ginger was as much in the dark as she was. An image started to form in her sex-dazzled mind but their keeper was impatient.
"It hasn't dawned on you bitches yet? I'm referring to cunt sucking!" Powell barked sharply. "I want both of you naked! Now!"
It took Jenny only a second to untie the strings on her hips and let the yellow panties flutter to the floor.
Ginger obeyed just as quickly, stripping the panties down to her knees and kicking them off. Excitement and apprehension struggled for domination as Jenny's eyes flicked up and down the lush blonde's quivering body.
"Onto the bed," Powell commanded harshly. "Head to cunt."
Jenny climbed onto the huge bed, making room for Ginger who was right behind her. They lost no time in positioning themselves and Jenny found herself looking straight into the golden thicket of Ginger's cunt hair.
She could see the tender, pink lips of the girl's pussy, could smell the musky female scent. She could feel Ginger's warm breath on her own cunt.
"All right, sluts, lift your legs! I want to see some pussy licking and cunt licking!" Powell said.
Ginger lifted her upper leg and Jenny looked through the bending triangle to see Powell standing beside the bed. His robe was gone. The purple-knobbed log of his cock stood straight out from his belly. But right in front of her eyes were the pink, double rolls of Ginger's pussy, backed by the golden half-curves of her ass.
Jenny felt Ginger's nose brush against her own cuntal bush and realized that she had been so entranced by the sight in front of her that she had failed to open her own thighs. She quickly bent her leg up, feeling the blonde's breath coming closer, getting hotter.
"C'mon, you whores, show me some action!" Powell said thickly. "You both know how a pussy works!"
Jenny's hips jerked as she felt a woman's lips against her cunt for the first time. Ginger was planting tender, pressing kisses along her warm pussy, grazing through the red forest of her cunt hair. The sensations fluttering up from her belly were new, strange and lewdly exciting.
"Goddamn it, Jenny, get in there!"
The girl needed little urging. She was fully prepared to return the tingling pleasure she was receiving. Having fully accepted her situation, knowing escape was impossible, she moved to complete the fantasy she had already formed over this new lesson.
She opened her mouth, licked her lips and began nibbling at the meaty, pink lips of Ginger's pussy. She was pleased to see the blonde's ass quiver as she moved her lips along the warm, hairy mound.
The lust that had been pounded into her was rushing through her, filling her with impatience. She thrust her tongue out and stabbed it into the girl's hot slit, marveling at the tender smoothness and the honeyed taste of her cunt juice.
Her move made Ginger bolder and Jenny grunted with pleasure as she felt the girl's tongue slip into her own simmering pussy. The blonde's tongue roamed along her hot gash, jabbing at her rising clit and gliding down to probe at the trembling mouth of her fuck tunnel.
Jenny scooted closer, craning her head to shove her tongue deeper, lower into Ginger's heated cuntal groove. Now their bodies were pressed together, hips humping as they licked feverishly at each other's steaming pussy.
"Very good!" Powell cooed. "Now you're getting it on!"
In the back of her mind Jenny was aware of the spectacle they formed for their demented master. Two lush females locked together, greedily devouring each other's cunt, tits mashed against bellies, head between splayed thigh, fingers digging into soft asscheeks.
But her attention was focused on the tongue that was ravaging her boiling cunt, on the open pussy that was bucking under her own probing tongue. She rooted up through Ginger's swollen cunt and locked her full lips around the girl's engorged clit. She sucked gently, flicking her tongue against the throbbing nubbin.
Jenny felt the bed sag. Powell had climbed aboard. She ignored the fact. Ginger's tongue and lips had found her clit and were matching her suck for suck and beat for beat.
"Two fine young sluts eating each other out!" Powell gloated. "I knew you both would take to cunt sucking!
Absolutely marvelous!"
Something hot and hard touched Jenny's tensed ass and moved up her hip. Powell was rubbing his stiff cock along her body. It felt huge, heavy and sexy. She sucked Ginger's clit even faster.
The blonde moaned into Jenny's streaming gash and whipped her own tongue even harder. Jenny could feel the pressure building deep in her belly. She was going to come soon and it was going to be fantastic.
"Jenny, roll onto your back and take Ginger with you!" Powell rasped hoarsely.
Jenny wrapped her arms around the blonde's thrashing hips and rolled. Now she had the girl's weight on top of her, the girl's golden thighs on each side of her head, the split moons of the girl's ass above her. Jenny kept sucking, reaching for the explosion that was forming between her own wide-open thighs.
A shadow fell across Ginger's quivering ass and Jenny rolled her eyes up to see Powell aiming the long pole of his cock at the blonde's open, dripping cunt. The engorged, purplish knob almost grazed Jenny's nose and then pushed into the glistening gap, sinking out of sight into the blonde's fuck hole, pulling tender pink flesh along with it.
Ginger groaned as Powell's huge prick plowed into her belly. Jenny's hips jerked spastically as the blonde's teeth nipped at her pulsating clit. She dropped her head to the bed and watched the long length of thick cock slip into the girl's pussy in one smooth stroke. Powell's big, hairy balls slapped wetly against the blonde's damp mound.
Jenny found her own orgasm shoved to a back burner as she stared at the lewd sight in front of her. She'd always been a participant before, never an observer. It was a sight to see. The swollen, yellow-fuzzed lips of Ginger's pussy were dilated into a taut circle by the man's fat, black-rooted cock. She could see the enlarged veins pulsing heavily in what little of Powell's cock that remained exposed. The huge sac of his balls jiggled above her face.
"Fucking, hot-cunted whore!" Powell groaned.
His immense cock began retreating from the tight pussy that held it, the broad shaft shimmering with the girl's cunt juice. Jenny watched him pull back until only the fat head of his cock was still inside and then he leaned forward, sending the thick column boring in again.
Jenny could hear the harsh rush of the man's breathing as he fucked Ginger with long strokes, easily, almost lazily, slipping his huge cock slowly in and out of the clinging glove of her fuck tunnel. She girl was moaning into Jenny's swampy pussy, sucking and licking at her hot, hard clit in a frenzy.
Her lust surged up again, forcing Jenny from her role as observer, urging her to join the fray. She craned her head up, slashing her tongue through the gaping maw of Ginger's pussy and wiped it along the thrusting pole of Powell's mammoth cock.
"Ha!" the man crowed. "Another whore heard from! Couldn't resist, could you slut?"
Jenny didn't care how he tried to whip her with his words. She had to get in on the action, had to come. She kept swabbing her tongue back and forth, racing from the top of the blonde's flowing cunt to the slick, hot, ramming shaft of the man's prick. Over and over.
"Good!" Powell grunted. "Keep it up! Makin' this bitch's cunt dance all around my cock! Yeah!"
She heard a faint gurgle and realized that it was coming from the head buried between her own trembling thighs. Ginger was coming. Her ass was trying to hump up and down and back and forth at the same time, trying to fuck back at the cunt ripping prick while clinging to the flashing tongue.
Powell's cock suddenly slipped out of the thrashing girl's quaking pussy and leaped upward, dripping with cunt oil, twitching with unleashed lust. The man disappeared from Jenny's field of vision before she could respond to the urge to grab his huge, beautifully hard prick and pull it to her mouth.
"Get off, Ginger! Don't be such a piggish slut! You've had enough for now!" Powell barked.
The girl obeyed instantly, hopping off of Jenny as if she had been stung by a bee. Jenny looked down to see Powell framed by her bent, splayed thighs, his lustrous hardon pointing to the ceiling, jerking with each beat of his heart.
"Now, Ginger, I want you to push Jenny's knees right up to those big, fucking tits of hers," Powell said huskily.
Jenny offered no resistance as the girl slipped her hands under her knees and lifted her legs. She was too consumed with the lusty anticipation of finally getting Powell's mammoth cock somewhere besides her mouth.
The strain pulled along the backs of her thighs as her knees pushed into the hot mountains of her tits. Her ass was up off of the bed, her open, wet pussy a glistening hairy bulge in front of her eyes.
Powell was advancing on his knees, bending his rampant hardon down with one hand. "Time to sample your little honeypot, my dear!" he said thickly.
Jenny licked her lips, unable to speak as she watched the angry purple knob disappear below the curve of her cunt. The broad mass dragged down through the steaming slot of her pussy, found her quivering fuck hole and pushed inward, stretching her hot flesh.
She moaned softly as Powell's thick cock pole slowly burrowed into her rippling cuntal cave, filling her with a raging lust to be speared through and through.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Shove that big prick into me hard!"
Powell only chuckled and kept feeding his long prick into her blazing pussy one slow inch at a time. The thick shaft sank deeper and deeper, the wide cock head opening her wider and wider. Ginger had crossed her ankles above her head and now held them in place with one hand while she watched Jenny's impalement with lust-glazed eyes. Knowing that the blonde was looking on at such close range, as she herself had done, seemed to add to the wild thrills that were rocketing up from her ever expanding fuck tunnel.
"Ahhhhhhh, fuck!" Jenny groaned as the massive head of Powell's cock finally reached the bottom of her fuck pit and sought to go further. The feeling of being stuffed full, the pressure being applied to the frantic walls of her pussy, the tingle of his come-laden balls against her spasming asshole, made her upturned ass jerk from side to side. "Oh, fuck me, damn it! Fuck me! Please!" she moaned.
"Begging for it like the hot slut that I knew you were," Powell rasped.
"I don't care, just fuck me!" she cried.
"Indeed!"
The thick slab of meat began moving, dragging in and out of her madly gripping pussy as Powell rocked back and forth on his knees.
"Yes, oh, yes!" Jenny moaned, loving the hugeness, the hardness, the constant friction of his throbbing prick. "So fucking big 'n' hard! So good!"
All of her awareness was concentrated at the one point where their flesh met, where the stiff slickness rode in and out, where the thick shaft sawed relentlessly back and forth in the clutching tube of her fuck tunnel.
The hot bag of his balls thumped against her aroused asshole again and again and again.
The fire in her belly grew higher and higher, the hot fingers of pleasure flickering up through her bent body.
She wanted to come, but she wanted the fucking to go on forever.
"Get down in there, Ginger, suck her pussy!" Powell grated.
"Unnnnnhhhh!" Jenny moaned as she felt the blonde's hot lips close over her swollen pussy above Powell's thrusting prick. The flames in her belly leaped even higher.
Ginger's tongue stabbed into Jenny's cunt, waggled through the wet gash and pressed at the junction of Powell's slithering cock and the stretched mouth of her pussy.
"Migod!" Jenny croaked as she felt and heard the flowing juices being sucked into the blonde's mouth. She had never felt anything so intense in her life. Her fuck thrills were being multiplied tenfold by the girl's tongue and lips. Now she knew how Ginger had felt moments earlier.
Without warning it was there. The fire raged up out of her belly and seared her brain. Her deliciously stroked pussy was convulsing around Powell's smoothly thrusting cock. Her upturned ass was jerking up and down wildly. "Hot fuck, I'm coming!" she moaned. "Coming hard! Oh, shit! Again! Ohhhhhh! Dammmmmn!"
She was barely over the peak when Powell's cock erupted deep in her spasming cunt, filled her crazed tunnel with gushing torrent of come, heaving and battering at the walls of her pussy. Through his ringing in her ears she could hear his grunts of satisfaction as his spurting prick jerked back and forth in her bubbling cunt.
There was no strain anywhere in her body. She felt completely limp. The warm afterglow was surging through her. The wonderful mouth on her pussy was sucking gently, sucking and licking. The softening cock was slowly backing out of her flooded cuntal cave. It was leaving her to her limbo but she knew she would have it again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jenny glanced at the clock. It was time. She lay down on the bed, crossed her legs and hooked her hands behind her head. The second hand swept to the hour and the door opened. Brantley was always punctual.
He glanced at her and began disrobing. "Ready I see," he said.
"Yes."
Jenny watched him, waiting for the sparks to ignite in her belly. They never failed to arrive. She was no longer required to ride Powell's custom sex toy. It had done its work. But Brantley still fucked her in the ass twice a day. Today she had decided to speed things up by being naked when he arrived. There was no point in wearing something that was going to come off anyway.
Brantley dropped his pants to the floor and shoved his shorts down over his hips. Jenny's eyes locked onto the dangling log of his thick cock. She could feel the juices starting to flow in her cunt. How far she had come. Now just the sight of a prick made her ready and randy for it. She rolled onto her belly and started to get to her knees. Brantley always stuck his cock into her ass in that position.
"No," he said as he walked toward her, "I want you on your back. Today it's going to be different."
True to her training, Jenny obeyed instantly, flopping back down on the bed and opening her creamy thighs.
"Why different today?" she asked.
Brantley got to his knees between her legs and began stroking the swelling, curly-haired lips of her pussy.
She could see his cock pointing straight out from his belly now, a thick weapon that had shot off countless times in her ass.
"Because the old man's gone to town. For once I'm going to blow my nuts in this sweet little snatch of yours.
All I ever get is a few strokes before ramming my dick in your ass and I've been wanting to do this since that very first time."
Jenny could feel the hardening nipples of her tits throbbing, extending. A blunt finger slicked up through the moistening slit of her cunt and bumped against her rising clit. Her hips jerked as though she'd been touched with a hot wire. "What's holding you back then?" she asked softly, anxious now to have his big prick fuck her all the way in her cunt instead of her ass.
"If the old man finds out I'll be in big trouble," he said, slipping two fingers into the fluttering mouth of her fuck hole.
Jenny smiled and hunched her oozing pussy against his scissoring fingers. They felt fantastic prodding at the rippling walls of her cunt. "I won't tell if you won't," she whispered.
Brantley chuckled and withdrew his fingers, "Damn, what a hot little cunt you are!"
"Hot is right!" she said. "Why don't you stop talking and start fucking? I'm ready for that big, hard cock of yours!"
"First things first. You're all mine this time and I'm gonna do it my way!"
He left her no time to wonder what he meant. Brantley grasped her knees and Jenny raised as fast as he pushed, until her knees were pressed against each side of her rib cage, the pull on her muscles almost painful down through her split-open thighs.
My God, she thought, my ass is in the air again. My hungry cunt is pooched right up there for him.
And he's going down on it!
"Uhmmmm!" she moaned softly as his broad, wet tongue licked up through the tight crevice between the roll of her pussy flesh and her right thigh, dragging on the coppery curls of her cunt hair.
Jenny moaned again as his tongue stabbed at the identical juncture on her left side. He was doing something she had not been prepared for - giving her pleasure before taking his own. And she was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
His tongue slid down the tense left cheek of her ass, pointed, skidded to the right and jabbed at the rosy ring of her asshole, the hole he had fucked so often.
"God, but that's good!" Jenny cooed as the electric tingling shot up from her well-used asshole. She could barely manage to wiggle her ass. Brantley's hands were behind her knees, keeping them tightly locked against her ribs as his tongue teased and tickled her now highly sensitized asshole.
His tongue abruptly left her spasming rectal mouth and sliced up between the swollen, hair-fringed lips of her cunt. The searing touch against tender, inner pussy flesh sent shivers of erotic delight through her immobilized body.
"Oh, shit! Fucking shit!" she gasped as his tongue curled around the hard throbbing stalk of her clit.
His lips followed his sucking tongue, pushing wet cunt meat aside until only her aroused clit was imprisoned in his mouth. Brantley sucked rhythmically, steadily, drawing her swollen clit out again and again.
Jenny's fingers found the hard, distended bullets of her nipples without conscious command. They rolled and squeezed the aching projections, adding fuel to the fire that Brantley was building with his expert clit sucking.
"Ohhhhh, damn but it's nice! You eat pussy better than anybody, lover!" Jenny sighed, sinking into the red lust that was building deep in her belly, once more seeking the end result of her lewd training, another mind-blasting orgasm.
Her hands darted to Brantley's bobbing head. She pulled hard, trying desperately to melt his loving face into the storm that was raging in her foaming cunt. "Suck, baby, suck!" she cried. "I'm almost there! Gonna come all over your cunt-suckin' face!"
One of his hands left her arching thighs. One of his fingers rammed into the sweltering heat of her fuck tunnel. It plunged in and out of the clinging tube in sharp, savage thrusts as his hot mouth sucked even faster on the brutally aching nub of her clit.
"Aggggggggghhhhhh!" Jenny groaned from deep in her throat, her burning, quivering clit tripping off massive convulsions in her finger-fucked cuntal cave. The flood tide rose from the bottom of her hungry fuck pit and washed through the lust tortured tunnel.
"Fuck me!" she bellowed, frantically tugging at the man's head, "Fuck me! Gimme cock! Fuck me hard!"
Brantley's head left the swampy nest of her pussy, leaving her hot, open and ready. Her cunt was ablaze, her crotch an aching void from whipped clit to clenching asshole.
Jenny squinted, trying to focus through the rosy mist that floated in front of her eyes. Brantley was staring down at her open cunt, bending the long, hard pole of his cock down with one hand. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly aroused, never had she wanted to be fucked so badly. The bloated head of his cock was sinking out of sight below the wet, open notch of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, yesssss!" Jenny hissed as the broad shaft of Brantley's prick drilled into her clutching fuck sleeve to the hilt in one smooth stroke. His balls pushed against the spasming rosebud of her asshole.
There he remained motionless, the long, hard column of his cock filling her, throbbing and twitching within the rippling confines of her eager cunt.
"Fuck it!" she moaned, tossing her feverish head from side to side. "Pound my pussy to pieces with that big prick!"
Fingers of steel clutched her creamy asscheeks. The room whirled around her and Jenny found herself astride the man, her weight pushing his immense hardon deeper into her streaming cunt, pressing her swollen clit against the thick, hairy root between her thighs. The Fingers moved up to her hips.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Let me do it! Anything! Gotta fuck! Gotta move!"
The pressure on her hips eased and Jenny instantly started pumping her ass up and down, skewering her gaping cunt on the hard spear of his cock again and again. She loved it, rotating her hips, twisting her lathered-up pussy around and around the unbending shaft as she kept pumping, up and down. The hot melons of her tits bounced heavily, sending thumps of pleasure through her wildly fucking body.
"Go, you hot little bitch, go!" Brantley groaned.
His hands closed over the hard-nippled peaks of her tits, squeezing in time with her pumping. His hairy thighs struck the sweat-filmed cheeks of her ass and he started bucking up from the bed, thrusting his cock up as her cunt swirled down. Jenny could hear the wet slapping of their bodies, the obscene, exciting sucking of her quivering fuck tunnel gulping in his lunging cock.
"Hot fucking pussy!" he grunted raggedly. "Gonna blow it apart!"
The lengthy iron-hard poker of his cock was jerking heavily in the whirling grip of her fuck tunnel, knowing that he was about to come was going to trigger her own explosion and Jenny fucked him even harder, pounding him with her ass, gasping as she sought to swivel her hips even faster. "Well, well! What have we here?"
The voice that cut through the sex laden air was only too familiar even though it had been days since Jenny had heard it. The man between her sweat streaked thighs froze under her, his cock sunk to the hilt in her streaming pussy.
Jenny glanced over her shoulder. Alexander Powell was standing beside the bed, his large, square face flushed and grinning broadly, a massive hardon tenting the crotch of his pants.
"How 'bout this? My favorite teacher gettin' her rocks off! Willingly too!"
"Goddamn!" Brantley croaked.
Jenny shivered, her approaching orgasm cut off by fear. She was caught between the servant of her sexual master and the son who had so callously raped her. And he was stripping his shirt off.
"Relax, Brantley," the boy said, throwing his shirt to the floor and reaching for his belt, "you just cooperate and your fucking job is safe."
"Whatever you say," Brantley said quickly. With the man's fingers digging into her hips, Jenny could do nothing about the dreadful premonition that struck her. Alex dropped his pants and the immense, swollen-veined prong of his cock swung straight up toward the ceiling.
"Good! Now you just hold her little butt still while I slip my dick up her asshole," the boy said thickly. "As many times as you've reamed it out it ought be able to take what I'm gonna give it."
"No!" Jenny cried.
"Please! Not both of you at the same time!" She squirmed frantically, unintentionally taunting her hungering pussy even more.
The boy jumped onto the bed behind her, placed one big hand between her shoulder blades and shoved.
"By now you should know than beggin' ain't gonna get you nowhere, you dumb bitch!" Jenny was locked into position, her hips held in Brantley's tight grip, her tits mashed into his chest by the hand pressing down on her back. The broad, hot mass of the boy's cockhead pushed against the ring of her asshole, exerting tremendous pressure that rippled right up her spine.
Her well-trained muscles gave way and the big knob popped inside, straining her anal mouth to its limits.
"Ohhhhhhh! Don't!" she wailed. "It's too big! Tearing me! Hurting bad!"
The boy grunted behind her. A red-hot poker suddenly, brutally rammed into the dry heat of her rear tunnel.
The savage thrust wrenched a wail of pain from her parched throat. Her ass was stuffed full of huge, hard, dry cock, stuffed almost beyond its capacity. The pain blazed right up to her brain.
"Unhhhh!" Alex grunted evilly. "Fucking tight little shitter but I got it in! Move, Brantley! We're gonna fuck this little cunt right outta her gourd!"
The man under her obeyed, lunging up, driving his long cock into her swampy pussy, banging her ass against the boy's hairy thighs, jiggling her burning rectal tunnel around the boy's unbending cock pole.
"Aieeeeee!" Jenny screamed as her senses were assaulted from front and rear, her body bouncing between the two men.
The huge cock in her ass began to move, dragging in and out of her dry shit tube. Jenny clenched her teeth to cut off more screams of protest, bitter tears welling up in her eyes. The pain from her savaged asshole was blocking out the pleasure that was being renewed in her quaking cuntal sheath. Suffering was all that was left.
Within a few strokes the men had set up their rhythm, Alex ramming his mammoth pole into her burning asshole as Brantley's twitching cock was sliding out of her juiced up pussy. The cheeks of her ass were being constantly bumped, by Brantley's thighs and an instant later by the boy's larger, heavier thighs.
"Really great piece of ass, isn't she?" Brantley groaned.
"Tightest asshole I ever... fucked!" Alex grunted, punctuating each word with a merciless thrust of his steely prick.
The minutes passed as the men fucked Jenny steadily, the two pricks stabbing in and out of her helpless body over and over. The storm raging in her aching backside short circuited the erotic joy that was wafting up from her flowing, cock-massaging cunt.
Then, unbelievably, the joy began to override the pain. Another minute and Jenny realized that the pleasure was no longer coming from her cunt alone. The huge, barbarous prick in her ass had conquered her unwilling shit tunnel.
The fire that Brantley's cock had started in her pussy was threatening to become a major conflagration with the fuel that the boy's thundering, ass-fucking prick was heaping on it.
"Ahhhhhhh! Dammmmmn!" she moaned breathlessly. "Ooooooooo!"
"She's gettin' into it!" Alex growled, his voice husky with his lust. "Pick it up, Brantley! Faster! Fuck her hard!"
"Oh, yes, you bastards, fuck me hard! Hard 'n' fast!" Jenny wailed, frantically struggling to waggle her impaled ass.
The two massive cocks surged in and out of her fuck fevered body even faster. One slithering in and out of her foaming, slurping pussy; one hammering in and out of her lust expanded asshole, hard and as hot as a branding iron. Again and again. In and out. Up and down. She bounced and moaned and cried.
"Fucking studs! Big-cocked fucking studs! Tearing me up! So good! Makin' me come! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Unh! Unh! Arghhhhhh!" Jenny's pulverized pussy collapsed around Brantley's shafting column an instant before her belly exploded, bathing her senses in the white heat that flowed downward and upward at the same time. It flowed like molten lava into her brain, numbing the aching pain, obliterating all memory of it. But something still remained unfinished.
"Come, lovers, come!" she mewled raggedly. "Give me your hot cream! Fill me up with your cock juice!"
The straining grunts of the two men echoed in her ears. Two jerking, throbbing pricks were ripping in and out of her lust-racked body with lightning-swift jolts. The bed was rocking under her like a boat in a hurricane.
"I feel it!" she bellowed suddenly. "Sweet, hot cream spurting up my pussy! All the way up! Again! Again!
Loads of it!"
Brantley's cock was still heaving great wads of come into her demolished cunt when the boy's massive prick erupted in the hot tunnel of her asshole. The geysers bathed the tortured chasm with liquid relief.
"Squirt it to me, baby!" Jenny purred as the double fuck strokes slowed. "Put out the fire in my hot asshole!
Yeah, baby, doing it so good!"
Two huge cocks were twitching inside her, hosing her cunt and asshole full of thick come, spitting again and again. The white heat boiling in her belly glowed brightly. A thousand-tongued fireball roared up through her shuddering body. She came again, her cunt sheath and her ruined asshole clamping a death grip on their spasming invaders. The room spun around her like a carousel gone mad.
Jenny was only vaguely aware of what was happening when two deflated prick slid out of her tired, satiated body. She stretched her aching limbs when the bed rose until it held her weight alone. It hurt but it would pass. A little sleep would help.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Somebody was shaking the bed, rousting her from her foggy haven. Jenny shook her head and opened her eyes. Ginger was sitting beside her, gently stroking her shoulder.
"You," Jenny said, the one word burning her parched throat.
"Yes. Isn't it all right?"
"God, yes! I thought for a second that it might be one of those bastards again," Jenny said wearily and lifted herself up to one elbow.
A smile spread across the blonde's full lips. "Alex and Brantley. Right?"
"Yes, but - "
"They both fucked you at the same time."
"How did you know?"
"They did the same thing to me awhile back. I've been here a little longer than you have. Sore?" Jenny tried to sit up. "Damn! I sure am. From front to rear and back again!"
Ginger touched her cheek lightly with one hand and got to her feet. "Just relax. A warm washcloth will work wonders."
Jenny watched the girl walk to the bathroom. She could not help but admire again the perfect, golden flesh that weaved sensuously across the room.
In a few minutes the honey-haired girl returned, sat down beside Jenny and began to gently caress her face, neck and shoulders with a warm, wet cloth.
"Feel good?"
"Ummmh, yes," Jenny sighed softly as the damp, slightly rough texture wiped down over the quivering mound of her right tit.
The cloth swirled around the heavy bell of her tit, each circle taking it closer the pink tip. Finally it dragged tenderly across her long, thick nipple and slid into the valley.
"I've always envied women with nipples like yours," Ginger said softly as she pulled the warm cloth up over Jenny's left tit. "Mine only come out when I start getting hot."
"I think you have lovely breasts, Ginger," Jenny said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Those little rosebuds give them a youthful, almost virginal appearance in spite of their full-blown, sexy size."
"Jeez, I never thought of it that way," Ginger said and dragged the cloth over the hardening nipple of Jenny's left tit.
"Most of us seem to concentrate on what we think are our defects rather than our assets," Jenny said, stifling the tickle that shot up from her tit. "Just human nature."
"Guess you're right about that. But that's enough philosophy. All this talk's not getting you cleaned up."
Ginger dropped to one elbow toward Jenny's feet, pulling the cloth down to swab across her belly. It seemed to Jenny that she could feel every loop in the thick material whipping across her flesh.
The warm, wet roughness wiped lower and lower getting closer and closer to the matted thatch of her cunt hair.
"Open your legs, honey," Ginger said huskily, her voice strangely tense.
Jenny did so, throwing her legs apart limply, content to let the girl have her way - whatever she wanted to do.
The cloth stroked down over the swollen, tender gulch of her pussy, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her mouth. The warm, rough cleansing travelled down into the hot crack of her ass and dabbed gently at her pillaged asshole.
"Damn, but that feels good!" Jenny sighed, unable to stop the abrupt jerk of her lips.
The cloth moved up and down, wiping into her cuntal gash, opening it, moving inside, up and down.
"You know what we did the other night?" Ginger whispered harshly.
"Ummmhh." Jenny sighed soaking up the rippling wavelets of sensation curling up her belly.
"I was always taught that it was nasty. Not done by good girls. Abnormal and dirty."
"Me too."
"But I enjoyed it."
"Me too."
"Guess what."
"What?"
"My nipples are sticking out a mile!"
"So's my clit!"
"Good!"
Jenny moaned as Ginger's mouth replaced the cloth on her damp, swollen pussy. The blonde's heavy, hard-nippled tits pressed into her belly. The girl's tongue slipped down through her open slit, lapping tenderly at the inner flesh.
"Migod, but that's good!" Jenny sighed, arching her back and opening her legs even more. "So nice and easy! So soft!"
Ginger's tongue darted in and out of her quivering fuck hole, swiped down and stabbed gently at her aching asshole. It narrowed and probed into the puckered hole, exploring her ravaged shit tube carefully.
"Goddamn!" Jenny blurted, her ass humping in short, jerky strokes.
The feminine tongue deserted her asshole and slipped up once more. Ginger's fingers drove under her thighs, grasped the plump lips of her pussy and pulled, opening her cunt into a wide gap.
"Go, baby, go!" Jenny sighed, rolling her head from side to side as the girl's tongue flattened and lapped up and down her wide open cunt. She shivered each time the firm tip flicked against the throbbing, engorged stalk of her clit.
Ginger had her upper leg cocked. The wide thicket of her cunt hair was a pale-yellow invitation to Jenny's lust-glazed eyes. She twisted in Ginger's grip and drove her head between the girl's soft thighs. She clamped her open mouth against the tender, warm, pink slit.
"Ungh!" the blonde grunted and rammed her tongue into Jenny's .gaping fuck hole.
Jenny pushed her nose, tongue and chin into the girl's dewy mound, turning her head from side to side, searching for the girl's cuntal mouth. She found the trembling hole and jabbed her tongue inside, delighting in the trickle of pussy juice that met it.
She stroked her tongue in and out of Ginger's fuck sheath, thrusting in time with the wickedly moving tongue that was slipping in and out of her own pussy. They were connected by lust once more. Tongue fucking each other by their own choice with no hard-cocked male to dominate and degrade them. Nothing to interrupt the pleasure they could give each other to the end.
Jenny slipped one hand over the girl's hunching hips, forced it into the hot, narrow cleft of her ass and screwed her index finger into the blonde's dry, rubbery asshole.
Ginger groaned into the fountaining well of her pussy and moved her tongue even faster.
Jenny strained to match her pace, jamming her own tongue in and out of the girl's flowing, fluttering cunt hole as fast as she could. She grunted as one of Ginger's hands grasped her right tit and kneaded the hot globe forcefully, one finger beating at the elongated, throbbing nipple.
Their bodies lurched against each other, a velvet sheen lubricating the friction between white and golden flesh. Their asses humped and jerked, lunging back at cunt fucking tongues. Faster and faster.
Ginger's body suddenly stiffened. Jenny felt and heard the deep groan from between her own frantically levering thighs. Another instant and her tongue and lips were awash with the hot flood of the girl's cunt juice.
Jenny lapped and sucked greedily, feeling her own orgasm tripping off under, the frenziedly thrusting of Ginger's tongue. It rampaged through her, making her shudder with lewd ecstasy.
The blissful waves were still rolling through her when Ginger reversed her position to lie beside her, their hot bodies touching from shoulders to knees.
"That was incredible!" Jenny sighed, moving her hand to lovingly cup Ginger's hot cunt. "Thank you."
Ginger giggled. "Thank you. I got my share too."
"Sure was different for a change."
"Something to remember for the future."
"Yeah," Jenny said, her hips twitching as Ginger's fingers found her own wet pussy. "Seems we don't have much to look forward to except more of the same."
"Don't be too certain about that."
"What do you mean?"
"There might be a way out of here."
"How?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"I have a window in my room and I'm close to a door."
"So?"
"I see what's going on outside. The old bastard has hired a new groundskeeper and he lives in the apartment above the garage. "I'm going to sneak over there the first chance I get."
"What makes you think he'll help us escape?"
"Honey, he's a young groundskeeper and I think I can convince him. After all, haven't we been well-trained to use what we've got?"
"You can say that again!" Jenny said and laughed softly. "Let's use it right now!"
"Why you insatiable little nympho!" Ginger exclaimed. "You want top or bottom?"
"Either or!" Jenny sighed and rolled toward the golden-haired, honey-cunted girl.
CHAPTER NINE
Jenny pushed the remains of her dinner around on the plate with her fork. The remains amounted to most of what had been there thirty minutes earlier. She had little appetite.
Powell sat on her right, serene in his imperial aloofness. Powell's sister, Victoria, sat on her left. The woman was much younger than her brother, fifteen years younger perhaps. Her rich, brown hair was a shoulder-length mass of curls and waves that must have taken some hair dresser hours to arrange. Her large, dark eyes flashed in the light from the chandelier above the table. Her full, pouting lips were a bright red against her pale skin. The low-cut black dress seemed to hang precariously from the firm-looking melons of her tits even though it clung fiercely to the rest of her voluptuous body. A choker of diamonds circled her throat, adding to the glitter that bounced from the stones around her wrists. Her manner was that one might expect from a spoiled only-child. She was obviously used to getting her own way, coaxing, pouting or demanding, whatever was necessary.
Her husband, Judge Hiram Brown, sat across from Jenny. His gray-streaked hair and the lines in his craggy face marked him as being close to Powell's age. He was near to Powell in size. While being overtly ignored during dinner, Jenny had wondered if Victoria's marriage to the judge had been a case of brother substitute.
Though it was true that she had not been spoken to after being introduced, Jenny was acutely aware that Powell's guests had cast lustful glances her way frequently all evening.
It was easy to understand. The collar of Jenny's dark-blue gown dropped straight down from the middle of each collar bone, exposing almost half of her big tits that were pushed in from the sides. Her large nipples were squeezed into impossible-to-ignore bumps by the tight-fitting material. One button, below the heavy double curve of her tits, held the gown closed down the front. Slits, three inches wide and starting from the points of her hip bones, effectively divided the gown into front and back panels.
Jenny could not move without exposing a naked hip and black-stockinged leg topped by a wide garter trimmed with blue lace. Every step she took made her tightly encased tits jiggle. Every inhalation strained the filmy material that rubbed against her nipples. She was sex on display. And the glances of Judge and Mrs. Brown had told her more than she wanted to know. No appetite at all.
"Well," Powell said, making a elegant exercise out of folding and placing his napkin on the table, "are we ready for dessert?"
"Yes, indeed," Victoria said.
"Been looking forward to it," the judge said, following his brother-in-law's example and getting to his feet.
"Let's go into the den. More comfortable there. Come along, Jenny," Powell said.
Jenny followed the three people into the den. The fluttering had started in her belly. Something was going to happen. Something wonderfully nasty. And she was going to be right in the middle of it. It had been building all evening. Despite her anger at being forced into this obvious situation the experiences she had been put through had molded her into a lust bomb with a short fuse.
Judge Brown sat down in a wide, plush swivel rocker. His wife eased her lush ass onto the couch, where she was joined by her brother. Jenny headed for a chair at the far end of the couch.
"No, Jenny, stay right where you are," Powell said softly but firmly.
She stood there, facing the couch, her lusty anticipation growing with each passing second. They were all looking at her, their eyes sweeping up and down her warming body.
"Isn't she a lovely piece?" Powell said.
Victoria licked her pouting lips with the tip of her tongue. "I'd like to see more," she said huskily.
"Done. Jenny!" Powell said.
Her fingers trembled but Jenny managed to slip the button under her heavy tits. She peeled the gown off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. High heels and black stockings were all that remained.
"Beautiful!" the judge said.
"Yes, she is," his wife said. "How far has she come, Thomas?"
Jenny shivered. They were talking about her as casually as if she were an inanimate object. She was very aware of her position in the scheme of this house. It was degrading but it did not dampen the erotic expectation that was rising from between her thighs.
"I'm quite proud of her actually," Powell said as if he were discussing a well trained jumper. "She smoothly sucking mouth. "Suck it, girl! Fuck me with that hot little mouth!" he groaned.
Jenny bobbed her head up and down faster, delighting in the hot flashes darting up from her aching tits as the man leaned down and grasped them tightly. She moved to accommodate his fuck thrusts, jacking her fist down to stretch the tender skin as his fat cock shot into her loving mouth, again and again.
"Suck him, bitch! Take my husband's come in your fucking face!" Victoria groaned.
Distracted from her labors by the woman's outburst, Jenny rolled her eyes toward the couch. Victoria had her dress bunched up around her waist and was busily fingering the darkly carpeted mound between her open, naked, white thighs. Powell sat beside her, surveying the scene with the indulgent smile of a grandfather watching little ones at play. Victoria's fingers were playing furiously. The judge was not playing at all.
His head dropped to the back of the chair, the movement pulling his hands from Jenny's hot tits, leaving them bouncing as she bobbed up and down.
"Suck, damnit, suck! Faster!" he groaned, bucking from the chair to ram his swelling prick harder into her willing mouth.
A needle-sharp pain sliced through Jenny's straining neck. She ignored it. The magnificent prick flashing in and out of her mouth was twitching and pulsating madly. She lashed at the hot meat with her tongue, gasping for air, lunging up and down, jacking the thick shaft with both hands.
The wide head of his cock bounced off of the roof of her mouth and flexed downward to flatten her tongue.
"Ah, fuck! Coming! Right in your cock-sucking mouth! Agghhhhhh!"
"Take it, bitch, take all of it!" Victoria cried.
Jenny gulped frantically as the judge's spasming cock sprayed hot jets of thick come into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed and gulped again. She trembled through a cunt-twisting orgasm. Trickles of warm cock cream escaped her clutching lips and slid down her chin.
"Goddamn!" the judge sighed and slumped back in his chair as the jets became dying spurts and his hardon began to fade.
Moments later Jenny let the man's limp prick slip from her lips and sat back on her heels. She was satisfied that she had wrung all there was out of the man. But her own hot desire was bubbling in her well-trained pussy.
"My turn now, Thomas," Victoria said huskily.
"Jenny, get over here and show my sister how well you can eat pussy," Powell said.
She started to get to her feet.
"No!" Powell barked. "Crawl like the bitch that you are!"
She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled across the thick carpet. Her swaying tits were hot globes beneath her. The moist lips of her cunt rubbed against each other, teasing and taunting her. The white vee of the woman's open thighs was perched on the edge of the couch. Jenny could see the thick, dark bush of her cunt hair, split by the glistening, blood-red lips of her pussy.
"Come and get it, honey!" Victoria cooed, obviously enjoying the power given her by her brother. "Snuggle your face right into my hot snatch!"
The warm, musky fragrance of aroused pussy enveloped Jenny's head. She crawled between the woman's thighs without hesitating until she nosed into the hairy mound that was damp with cunt oil. She rammed her tongue into the hot female meat, wagging it from side to side fiercely, determined to savage the savory slot.
"Unhh! Shit!" the woman groaned above her as she whipped her stiffened tongue across her engorged clit.
Jenny battered the hot stalk with several hard lashes before ripping her tongue down to probe stiffly at the gaping entrance of the woman's flowing fuck cave. She wished that her tongue was ten inches long as she drilled it in and out of the clasping sheath. The pussy flesh squishing against her cheeks was smooth, slick and hot.
"Oh, Jesus, Tommie, she's tearing me up!" the woman groaned. "Fucking me like a marvelous lit- tie cock!
Victoria was humping her cunt at Jenny's face now, fucking back at her thrusting tongue. Jenny abruptly changed tactics, unwilling to relinquish the initiative. She slurped her tongue out of the gasping woman's steaming fuck hole, slithered up through the hot, wet gash and locked her lips around Victoria's turgid, throbbing clit. She drove her thumbs into the hot, hairy cuntal flaps and pulled them open, putting even more strain on the hard stalk that she sucked in and out of her tightly pursed lips. She sucked and sucked, beating the swollen nubbin with her tongue each time it entered her mouth.
"Pussy-suckin' whore!" Victoria squealed. "Suckin' me so good! Suckin' the come outta me! Suck! Suck!
Suck!"
The woman's thighs suddenly locked around Jenny's head, driving Jenny's thumbs into her convulsing cunt.
Her ass arched up from the couch, bending her body as her belly jerked, humping her drenched pussy against Jenny's hot face that struggled to maintain her sucking grip.
"Cock! Fuck! Shit! Piss!" Victoria grunted loudly as her rigid body shuddered again and again. "Dumpin' my come! Aggghhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhh!"
Jenny was -startled by the violence of the woman's orgasm but she was unrelenting and sucked even harder at the twitching clit between her tired lips. It was sweet revenge for the unsatisfied lust that was glowing in her own pussy.
Victoria's ass dropped back to the couch and her legs went limp, sliding from Jenny's shoulders. The woman's groaning became muffled and Jenny rolled her eyes upward. Victoria was leaning over on one elbow, lustily deep-throating her brother's massive brown cock. The top of her dress was down and Powell was lazily massaging her tits, going from one to the other, squeezing and milking, pulling at her stiff, dark red nipples.
The sight of a woman sucking her own brother's prick so shocked Jenny that she forgot what she was about, forgot the hot, streaming pussy meat in her mouth. She dropped back on her heels, staring at the incestuously connected couple. Victoria's red lips were stretched tautly around her brother's enormous cock, sliding smoothly up and down the gleaming, swollen-veined shaft. A deep, purring sound seemed to be coming from the woman's prick-stuffed throat.
She's had his cock more than once, Jenny thought, amazed that the heat in her own cunt was growing with every second that passed. Probably had it in every hole she's got. That big-dicked bastard fucking his own sister. It was depraved. But why was it exciting her so much? Was she becoming just as depraved as her captor?
Victoria's head swooped up, Powell's rampant prick popping out of the tight suction of her full, red lips. Her hand grabbed the thick shaft and pumped up and down furiously.
"Fuck me, Tommie, fuck me!" she pleaded. "I need your big prick in my guts!"
"Climb aboard, sluttish sister of mine!" her brother replied huskily. "My cock is yours!"
CHAPTER TEN
Jenny watched with rapidly glazing eyes as the lust-crazed woman shucked her dress off and clambered across her brother's lap. Victoria's body was every bit as voluptuous as it had appeared to be. Her big, ruby tipped tits were firm, bobbling tightly as she moved to straddle Powell's thighs. The lush, white curves of her thighs flexed as she positioned her gaping pussy above his glistening, upright cock, her back to him.
"Here I come, Tommie!" the woman whispered huskily, grasping his mammoth cock with one hand.
"I'm ready for your hot little hole, come on down!"
The swollen, blood red lips of Victoria's cunt parted against the broad head of her brother's prick as she slowly eased her body down toward his hairy thighs. The juiced-up flaps spread toward her thighs, then compressed into fat rolls of hot, hairy cunt meat as the long, brown cock shaft disappeared into the steamy depths of her fuck cave.
"Oh, God, so good, Tommie! I love your big cock! So big and hard! So deep!" the woman sighed.
The white cheeks of Victoria's ass met her brother's thighs. Only a bare inch of his thick prick was visible between his tightly drawn balls and her stuffed pussy. His hands swooped under her arms to grab her stiff-nippled tits. The tips of his fingers sank into the firm, white mounds.
"Now, fuck!" Victoria grunted as she began pushing her body up and down, her eyes tightly closed, totally absorbed in riding her brother's immense prick.
Jenny could feel her own cunt juice tracing a hot trail down her inner thighs. The spectacle in front of her was lewd, perverted, unnatural. But it was exciting her more than anything she had been through yet in her captivity. Sister pussy slipping up and down on brother cock, thighs slapping, balls bouncing, tits flouncing.
Jenny's knees jerked apart as her fingers stole into the damp nest of her pussy.
She fingered herself gently, rolling the slick, hard nubbin of her clit around and around. She was content to let it build slowly so as not to interrupt the pleasure she was getting from watching the fucking couple on the couch.
Victoria's eyes opened. Jenny returned her hot gaze and watched the woman's tongue lick across her smiling lips.
"Your bitch is in heat, Tommie, love," she said, not skipping one beat with the smooth pumping action of her hips. "She needs something in her mouth."
Powell's hands slipped down across his sister's flat white belly, down into her splayed-open crotch. His fingers hooked into the wet, curly-haired lips of her cunt and pulled them even further apart. "Get in here, slut!" he barked from behind his sister. "Get your whorish tongue on both of us!"
Jenny could not resist. She did not wish to resist. Now she could plainly see the connection, could see the wide girth of Powell's prick sliding wetly in and out of the fluttering mouth of Victoria's fuck tunnel. She quickly crawled forward, unmindful of the fact that her mouth was absolutely watering.
Her tongue found the hot bulge of her master's sweaty balls, caressed them for a second, then lapped up his pussy lathered cock to meet the descending crater of his sister's cunt. As Victoria's ass whumped against Powell's thighs, Jenny lashed her tongue against the woman's throbbing clit.
"Oh, shit! Good, little bitch, good!" Victoria cooed, raising her ass once more, leaving her brother's cock shaft to Jenny's licking tongue.
Jenny stayed there, on hands and knees, her tits hot and heavy under her, her pussy a hotly glowing ember between her thighs. She licked up and down, balls, cock, pussy, clit and back again. Victoria moaned and sighed above her, the speed of her fuck strokes gradually increasing, the pounding of her ass against her brother getting harder and harder.
"Ohhhhhh! Now! Fuck me, Tommie! Cock whip my pussy! Fuck meeeee!" the woman wailed and fell sideways onto the couch, her calf locking under Powell's leg to pull him with her.
"Goddamn right, honey!" He groaned, free to move more in this new position. "Gonna fuck your sweet cunt good!"
Powell hooked one heel on the edge of the couch and started humping his ass, ramming his long, shimmering prick in and out of his sister's foaming pussy in hard, swift thrusts.
"Yes, yes! That's it! Fuckin' so good! Go, baby, go!" Victoria gurgled contentedly.
Her master was now fucking the woman so energetically that Jenny had to desert his magnificent prick. It was moving too fast for her. She moved up and clamped her mouth against the woman's hot pussy. She closed her jaws, setting her teeth lightly into the luscious, wet meat, then stabbed her tongue deeply to diddle the gasping woman's hard clit.
"Fuck 'n' suck! Cock 'n' tongue! So fucking good!" she gasped loudly. "Hot fucking... damnnnnnnnnn!"
The woman was close to coming. Jenny could sense it. Her body was quivering constantly under the relentless pussy pounding of the master's immense prick. Jenny groped up blindly, found slender, feminine fingers already fondling a warm, jiggling, stiff-nippled tit and brushed them aside.
The master's bitch sister groaned from deep in her throat as Jenny squeezed her big tit, rubbing her palm against the ruby finger of a nipple. Jenny trembled with excitement. Now who was in control? She. The pleasure giver. The cunt sucker. The cock licker. For the moment she was in control.
She rammed her free hand between the spastically clenching cheeks of her master's ass. Between the wicked thrusts of his cock she explored the hot, hairy crack until she found the rubbery grommet of his asshole. She drilled her index finger into his hot shitter and derived a great deal of satisfaction from his grunt of surprise.
The invasion of his asshole seemed to only stimulate the master's frenzied fucking. His huge prick was flashing in and out of the woman's clutching pussy, bringing down floods of hot cunt juice that seeped into Jenny's sucking mouth.
Bombarded as she was with erotic sensations from her fingers, lips and ears, Jenny was still aware of the cock hunger blazing in her own pussy. There was a hot, quivering open canyon between her thighs, yearning for fucking, trained for fucking.
Something warm, wet and stiff suddenly snaked into her flowing cunt hole, almost paralyzing Jenny with shock. Then she remembered. The judge. He had come to life again. That was his tongue reaming out her rippling chasm, twirling and probing at the. pliant walls.
Jenny groaned against the bulge of hot cunt flesh between her teeth and whipped the woman's twitching clit even harder with her tongue. She was being assaulted front and rear now, awash with counter flowing waves of searing pleasure.
The pussy meat in Jenny's sucking mouth quivered and danced as the convulsions thundered through the woman's lush, sweat-filmed body. She was shaking so violently that Jenny could scarcely maintain her grip on a firm, hot tit. Cunt juice streamed down the thrusting brown pole of the master's cock. Jenny was proud of him. He had fucked the woman into a frenzied orgasm and had held his back. He was fucking her just as strongly as when he had started.
"Ohhhh, fuck, Tommie! Drivin' me crazy!"
Victoria moaned. "Your big cock and the bitch's mouth! Goddamn!"
The wonderful, teasing tongue suddenly deserted Jenny's clasping pussy. Strong fingers sank into the cheeks of her ass and spread them widely apart.
"Fuck her, Hiram, honey!" the woman shouted. "Fuck the bitch good! Pulverize her pussy!"
Jenny could feel the drooling mouth of her fuck tunnel fluttering with anticipation. The walls of her pussy were wet with blazing need. She was a hot and hungry tube waiting to be stuffed with hard cock. Her ass swayed slightly, taunting, begging.
The stout, fat mast of the judge's prick speared into the boiling cave of her cunt. His thick pole filled her hungry tube, stretched it, sinking in to the hilt in one hard thrust, forcing a muffled grunt from her cunt filled mouth.
"Hot damn!" the judge swore from behind her as his balls slapped against her wet, hairy mound. "Tight little pussy! Jeeeesus!"
"Fuck her, honey, fuck her!" Victoria moaned. "Unh! Unh!" Jenny groaned, humping her ass back at his hard belly, begging for motion.
"Give her hell!" Powell bellowed from the couch. "Just like I'm givin' your slut of a wife!" The hot, hard cock began to slide back and forth in the steamy heat of her pussy. It moved easily, slipping in and out through the wetness of her streaming cunt juice. Jenny moaned with delight as the judge fucked her with strong, thumping strokes that bounced her body each time his belly whacked against her supple ass.
Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own. It was whipsawing through the come drenched gash of the woman's pussy without any conscious orders from Jenny's brain. The wet sound of the master's huge cock pumping in and out of his sister's rhythmically gripping fuck tunnel filled her ears. But foremost in her awareness was the long, hard prick that was slithering steadily in and out of her own foamy cuntal sheath.
The judge's fat cock shaft was heaping fuel on the unleashed fire of her lust.
"Goddamn good pussy! Good fuckin' pussy!" the judge grunted, his hard belly banging against her resilient ass.
"Oh, fuck, Tommie!" Victoria moaned. "I'm doing it again! Coming! Gonna come so big! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!
Ooooo! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
The master was fucking the woman like an insane animal now. His huge cock was a terrible battering ram plowing into her convulsing pussy with blurring speed, jarring her lush body. His hairy balls were drawn up tight under his plundering cock, dancing crazily. He was close to blowing off in the woman's cunt.
Following her lust inspired urge, Jenny pushed against the bouncing tit in her hand with all the force she could muster. The bitch sister was shoved right off of the master's thrusting cock.
"What the goddamn hell?" Powell roared.
"Oh, shit!" Victoria yelped.
Jenny grabbed the master's jerking, swollen prick, delighting in the come slickened warmth of the thick shaft.
She locked her lips around the broad, angry purple cock head and sucked, laving her tongue across the spasming slit. She pumped both hands up and down the long pole as fast as she could move then, squeezing hard on the swollen-veined slab.
"Fucking bitch!" Powell groaned.
The hot tip of his mammoth cock exploded in Jenny's madly sucking mouth, spewing jets of molten lava into her gulping throat. She sucked and gulped and sucked.
The fat cock in her clutching pussy was pounding in and out even faster, thrilling her with an almost constant feeling of being stuffed full of big, hot cock. Her knotted up belly was rolling in the fast rising tide. The waves getting higher, the troughs deeper.
The quivering walls of her pussy suddenly clamped down on the judge's rampaging prick with a death grip.
Massive convulsions swept along the cock stuffed passage as the ecstasy of her orgasm ripped through her again and again.
She popped her mouth off of the master's twitching prick, no longer able to get enough oxygen into her lust-laden system. His massive cock swayed in the grip of her fingers around its thick root, still spitting sprays of come that landed on Jenny's throat and tits, on his sister's slack thighs and his own belly.
Jenny humped her ass frantically at the man behind her, gripping down on his inward thrusts with what little control she still had over her orgasm wrecked pussy. "Come, you big, fucking stud!" she wailed. "Fill my pussy with hot come! I need it! Shoot it to me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The fingers hooked around her hips seemed to sink even deeper into her soft flesh. The judge's fat prick lunged for the bottom of her fuck pit and froze there. The hot, sweaty curve of his belly pressed into the yielding pillows of her ass. His cock seemed to almost double in size.
"Here it fucking comes, whorrrrrre!"
Jenny's ravaged pussy was suddenly pelted by streams of hot come, pelted, inundated, overflowing.
"Oh, yes, lover!" she cooed, waggling her ass, feeling the hot jism trickling down her weary thighs. "You're coming so big! Filling me up! I love it!"
She was dumbfounded to find her body in the aching throes of still another orgasm, one that was short and brutally hard. She dropped her head to the couch between her master's thighs, unmindful of his limp cock just inches away. She no longer cared what she did - or what they did to her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The speeding car bounced hard as it flashed over the railroad tracks, jarring Jenny from her deep sleep. She looked out the rear window at the faint pink streaks above the dark silhouette of the mountains. Turning to the front, she stretched her cramped muscles.
"What time is it, anyway?" she asked, directing the question at the backs of the two heads in the front seat.
"Uh, about five-thirty," Ginger replied without turning around.
"We going to make it across the state line before sunrise?" Jenny asked.
"Easy," Mike said cheerfully. "Ten more miles and our worries are over."
Jenny relaxed and fell sideways on the seat again, letting one leg trail over the edge to the floorboard. It still felt strange to be wearing a dress after being almost bare-ass naked twenty-four hours a day for weeks. Her entire body seemed to be sensitized. She could feel the soft material rubbing across her flesh everywhere.
Little pin pricks of pleasure seemed to be jabbing at her constantly.
Jenny was still amazed by how easy their escape had been. Ginger had pulled her out of bed just three hours ago, grumpy and resisting, her body still sore from the orgy with Powell, his sister and his brother-in-law.
The run across the grounds of the estate clad only in a gauzy negligee had startled her wide awake. By the time they had reached the back wall she had been fully alert.
A quick scramble over the wall and they found Mike Ryan's car waiting. He had driven off carefully and at a normal speed while they had climbed into the clothes he had brought for them. Jenny had noticed how he had kept glancing into the mirror at her but nothing that slight bothered her now. Besides, he had a right.
Mike Ryan was young, well built, dark and handsome. He had dropped out of college to find a direction for his life and had just drifted into the job at Powell's. He had been more than willing to help them out, disgusted with his employer's perverted behavior, especially after a little coaxing from the luscious Ginger.
No telling what she had promised him. Jenny had not had time to ask about that. Whatever it was, it would be worth it.
"Jenny?"
"Huh?"
"Look what I've found up here," Ginger said.
Jenny sat up and leaned over the seat. Ginger was turned in the seat, facing Mike, her hands in his crotch.
In the green glow from the dash Jenny could see that Ginger had gotten his cock and balls out of his pants.
His prick was of a very respectable length and width in its semi-hard state. It leaned a little to the left each time Ginger's practiced fingers skinned down to where her other hand was fondling the big, hairy bulge of his balls. The first thing that popped into Jenny's mind was the question of how big his cock would be when fully aroused.
"Very interesting. Now that you've found it, what are you going to do with it?" Jenny said.
"I don't know," Ginger mused, casually jacking her hand up and down his increasingly stiff prick. "You think I should suck him off? Kind of an appetizer?"
"Sounds all right to me. Mind if I watch?"
Jenny said.
"Jesus Christ!" Mike blurted.
"What's the matter, Mike? Don't tell me you've never had a girl suck your cock before," Ginger said, shifting her ass and bending down toward his lap.
"Not when I was driving a car at seventy per!" he choked.
"First time for everything," Ginger purred, her mouth just inches from his hugely swollen cock.
"And not with another girl watching!" he said thickly.
"Like I said... "
The rest of Ginger's sentence was a muffled mumble as her open lips slipped over the flaring, pointed head of Mike's prick.
"Goddamn!" he sighed.
Jenny was not the least bit surprised to feel the heat between her thighs. Powell's training had been tremendously successful. The sight of Mike's lovely, long cock disappearing between the luscious lips of her friend was turning her on very quickly.
"Relax and enjoy, Mike," Jenny said. "This is only a taste of what's to come!"
Ginger's chin and nose were against the curly-haired base of his cock. All of his hard prick was buried in her mouth and throat. Jenny could see her throat muscles working as she sucked on his thick shaft. She could feel the juices gathering in her empty fuck cave.
"Sheeeeeeit!" Mike groaned. "That's fantastic!"
Jenny could not remain the passive observer any longer. She flipped her dress up with one hand, slipped her fingers inside her panties and found the swelling bud of her clit. She slid her other hand inside Mike's shirt and teased his nipples with the point of one fingernail.
Ginger's head began moving up and down in the narrow space between Mike's belly and the steering wheel.
Jenny could heard the wet slurping sounds as the honey-blonde girl fucked the young man enthusiastically with her eager mouth.
"Holy fuck!" Mike groaned. "Never been sucked like this!"
Jenny's finger whipped her hot clit fiercely, pumping her closer and closer to the release she sought. She leaned harder against the back of the front seat, drawing pleasure from the pressure against her hard-nippled tits. Her fingers found the wet, hot root of Mike's cock and she jacked it hard, pulling up as Ginger's face was coming down.
"Damned hard to drive!" Mike groaned.
The car was weaving a little as his hips were humping up at the lusty attention of the two horny girls. Jenny shuddered as a short orgasm tore through her body. She continued to gently stroke her quivering clit and leaned forward to lick hotly into the boy's ear.
"Come, baby!" she whispered. "Shoot your precious cream right down Ginger's throat! She loves it!"
"Oh, fuck! There!" Mike groaned.
"Coming?" Jenny said.
"No! State line!" he croaked. "Now! Now coming! Gawwdaaamnnnn!"
Jenny shivered as she watched Ginger's cheeks inflate and deflate with the exertions of taking the boy's spurting jets. Another quick orgasm ripped through her fluttering cunt. She squeezed Mike's hardon gently, lovingly, feeling the terrific spasm of the thick shaft as he kept blasting into the blonde's gullet.
They were safely out of the state, beyond Powell's reach. Her future was going to be a far cry from her past.
Jenny was an entirely different woman now.
Mike hummed softly as he finished drying his muscular body. He couldn't believe his luck. This situation was something out of a wet dream. Two hot-to-trot females at his disposal. The blow job in the car had been a real event in his young life. Now the two of them were in the next room, waiting for him.
All three of them had stumbled into the motel room, wanting nothing more than some sleep. He had awoken to find them entering the room with cups of steaming coffee and pastries. They had left him still dawdling over his cup to take a shower together. By the time they had walked out of the bathroom with towels wrapped around their dripping lushness, he had been more than ready for his turn under the water.
Mike didn't know what was going to happen when he stepped into the room, but if the actions of the girls in the car was any indicator he was in for a hell of a time. The thought of ramming his cock into them was enough to send the blood rushing into his dick. He knotted the damp towel around his waist and walked through the door.
The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. They were sitting cross-legged on the bed, totally naked. His eyes darted hungrily, taking in Jenny's opulent white flesh, its whiteness a stark contrast against her shining, copper colored hair. The red-gold of her dense cunt hair glowed like a traffic light between her full, white thighs. Her pink nipples stuck out like bullets from her lush tits.
Mike's cock jumped to full attention as his gaze swept over Ginger's tanned perfection. The large rosy circles atop her big tits were twin targets for lust. The golden thicket of her pussy fur curled daintily between her open legs. His balls were tight and quivering under his now rock hard prick.
"C'mon over here, lover," Ginger purred, pat- ting the mattress beside her with sufficient force to make her golden jugs jiggle. "It's play time."
"I'm ready," he said, yanking the towel off and heading for the bed.
"So I see!" Jenny laughed, her eyes locking on his upright cock. "Get right up here between us." Mike could feel the tension spreading up from his throbbing prick as he flopped onto his back between the two wickedly smiling women. His rampant hardon swayed up to slap against his belly before swinging to point at the ceiling.
Without a word being said, both girls leaned down over him and began licking his body. Jenny lapped at his chest, going from nipple to nipple with her warm, wet tongue. Ginger stroked his belly with her teasing tongue, tracing hot circles out from his navel.
"That sure is nice," he said thickly, finding it easy to reach the hanging tits of both women.
The more he fondled and milked their magnificent tits, the faster their tongues seemed to move over his flesh. Ginger's nipples jumped right out at his fingers. Receiving simultaneous attention from two hot-blooded females was a unique experience for Mike. He was in no hurry even though his hardon was burning and aching with lust.
Both women suddenly rose up from his body and smiled at each other as if sharing a secret. Ginger reached out to encircle the hairy base of his cock while Jenny's hand cupped the taut bulge of his balls.
"Doesn't he have a gorgeous prick?" Ginger said huskily.
"Yes, it just makes my pussy drool!" Jenny sighed.
"Enough here for both of us," Ginger said.
"Let's get it then!" Jenny urged.
Mike groaned under the sudden attack of two live-wire tongues lapping up the hot shaft of his vertical cock.
"Oh, shit! That's great! Just fucking great!"
Both tongues dragged gently up his burning hardon under his intently watching eyes. He watched their tongues curl over his flaring cockhead and was stupefied to see them meet and swirl wetly against each other before starting down his pounding pole once more.
That second of woman to woman contact haunted Mike as he reached out and found two warm, damp cunts open to his fingers. Both women moaned softly when he rammed two fingers into the sweltering heat of their fuck tunnels, his thumbs pushing against their hard clits.
Jenny craned her head down to lap and suck gently at his swollen, aching balls. Ginger took the hot head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucked tenderly. Mike scissored his fingers against the clinging walls of their cunts and rolled his thumbs back and forth against their quivering clits.
As his lust rose higher and higher, Mike wondered absently if they went down on each other, if they had gone down on each other. From what Ginger had told him about Powell he would not be one bit surprised.
The image of the two lushly shaped women munching on each other's cunt drove his fuck fever up several notches. He could feel the lava bubbling in his balls.
"Can't take much more of this!" he groaned.
His wet cock and balls were instantly deserted.
"Well, we don't want you to come now, that's for sure!" Ginger said and licked her lips.
"Heavens no!" Jenny chortled.
"Why don't I feed Mike some pussy while you sit on his lovely prick," Ginger proposed.
"Sounds fair enough to me seeing that you got a load from him in the car last night. Facing each other?"
Jenny said.
"How else?" Ginger said. "I want to watch your face when you come!"
"Holy fucking shit!" Mike groaned. The conversation was driving him crazy. He had never heard a woman talk that way in his life. He'd fucked some real cock-crazy cunts but none of them had ever been this uninhibited. He didn't know what to do next.
"C'mon, baby, I'll help you!" Ginger purred.
Two wet cunts were pulled from Mike's stroking fingers. He watched, dumbfounded, as Jenny straddled his crotch, her big, luscious tits swaying gently. She crouched above his vertical prick, smiling lustily at him while Ginger grasped his hard pole with one hand.
"Watch close, lover!" Jenny cooed as Ginger's other hand reached up and spread the plump lips of her pussy open.
Mike stared at the hot pink inner lips. They were gaping open, shining wet with cunt juice. They moved down, spread out around the knob of his cock head and slipped down the swollen-veined shaft. He groaned with the delight of finally feeling the warm, velvet grip of a pussy around his aching cock.
"Very nice!" Jenny moaned softly. "Pushing right against the bottom of my pussy! Good strong cock! Fills me full!"
"I'm glad, baby," Ginger said and bent down.
Mike was shocked to feel Ginger's tongue lash once at the base of his cock. From Jenny's squeal of pleasure, Ginger had gotten her pussy too.
"Now have yourself a fucking good time!" the blonde said when she had straightened up again.
"I will as soon as you squat on Mike's face, sweetie. We'll both go to it!" Jenny said.
Mike gave up. He certainly wasn't in control of the situation. He might as well join in their game and let it all hang out. "C'mon, Ginger, baby, I'm hungry for some hot pussy!" he said hoarsely.
The luscious blonde chuckled deep in her throat, crawled quickly to his head and flipped one tanned thigh over his face. "Go to it, lover! Eat my pussy out good!" she whispered hotly.
Mike filled his eyes at close range. Ginger's golden-curled pussy hung open just above his face. The swollen lips were parted, exposing the glistening, throbbing inner folds. The golden curls became shorter as they disappeared into the dark crack of her ass. Mike hooked his thumbs into the fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart. The clenching pink circle of her asshole stared back at him. He followed his urge, craning his head up to stab his tongue into the tender grommet.
"Ooooo! Lovely! Fucking lovely!" Ginger moaned., Mike drilled his tongue in and out of the tight, hot hole again and again. Ginger lowered her ass, pressing her damp, open pussy against his face.
"Fuck him, Jenny, fuck him! He's doing a marvelous job of fucking my asshole with his tongue! It's absolutely delicious!" Ginger purred, squirming her ass against his thrusting tongue.
Mike grunted as he felt the wet, hot, clinging walls of Jenny's pussy begin to slide up and down the unbending pole of his cock. Her fuck sheath seemed to have a million little fingers that massaged his throbbing prick as it moved smoothly up and down. She rose until only the broad tip of his cock was held inside her cuntal mouth and then sat, gulping his length to the hilt, again and again.
He swept his fingers up to Ginger's hips, dragged his tongue out of her spasming asshole and pulled her hot, open pussy to his waiting mouth. He lashed his flattened tongue through the hair-fringed, honey-dripping gash.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" Ginger gasped, her tender thighs locking against his head. "Now he's tonguing my pussy! Digging it right in there! Go, baby, go! Eat my fucking pussy!"
The blonde's lewd exhortations spurred Mike to exert himself beyond anything he'd ever done before. He had gone down on his share of women, but this cunt he wanted to ravage, wanted to gnaw on it until she begged for mercy. He whipped his tongue back and forth in the dewy trench, pausing just long enough in each stroke to waggle the stiffened tip against her rigid clit. Over and over, back and forth as Jenny's rippling pussy rode up and down his steely hardon.
"Oh, Jenny!" Ginger moaned. "He's a fantastic cunt sucker! Really great!"
"His big cock is some good fuckin' too!" Jenny grunted, the speed of her squishing fuck strokes picking up.
Mike's ears rang with the exciting praise of his erotic talents. They were words that he'd never heard before.
His tongue was aching but he managed to flip it back and forth even faster, driving it with machine-like relentlessness through the sweet juices that flowed into his mouth.
"Get my titties!" Jenny suddenly moaned.
"Suck my titties! Please! Getting close!"
Mike felt Ginger's weight shift above him. She was leaning forward, reaching.
The dancing walls of Jenny's cunt suddenly clamped down on Mike's twitching cock, squeezing it with incredible pressure. The hot flood of her pussy oil streamed down his madly pulsating pole.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!" Jenny groaned. "Coming! Feel it, lover? Coming all over your big cock! Shoot it to me!
Gimme your hot fuck cream!" Mike groaned into the fountaining, quivering maw of the blonde's pussy. The lava ripped up his seemingly gigantic shaft and erupted into the milking grip of Jenny's cunt. Blast after blast.
Ginger was shuddering and moaning above him. He drank deeply and greedily at the flowing fountain of her gaping pussy.
"Yes, lover, yes!" Jenny moaned. "Shooting into my fuck hole! So hot 'n' wet! So deep in my pussy! Sweet fucking cock! Agggghhhhhhh!" Jenny's mushy cunt was whirling around his spasming prick, grinding wetly against him. His cock kept pumping into her, harder and longer than he could ever remember coming before. He was drowning in the cunt juice streaming over his face, drowning with satisfied lust.
The explosions finally faded to dying spurts. The two lust-crazed females finally rolled from his exhausted body and stretched out beside him, their hot bodies against his.
"Hope you're satisfied," he panted.
"Temporarily," Jenny sighed, raising on one elbow to press her full lips against his, her hot tits rolling against his shoulder.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get your big cock into my asshole," Ginger said huskily.
Mike groaned helplessly as Jenny's stiff tongue probed his gaping mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jenny deepened her frown and glared at the two boys sitting on the couch across the room from her. She hoped that she looked very angry because she was feeling just the opposite underneath. She had barely been able to contain herself while waiting for them. She was nervous with excitement. It was a risk but she was sure that she could pull it off. After all, she had learned a thing or two about the sexual nature of man.
"I suppose you're wondering why I had you come here to my apartment instead of keeping you after school," she said, trying to put a hard edge on her voice. High school teachers needed that talent.
The two strapping seniors fidgeted uneasily on the couch. Tommy Hart was the varsity quarterback, brown eyed, black haired and built. Joe Williams was his ever-present buddy, his favorite receiver. They were always together. Joe had the palest blond hair she had ever seen on a member of the male sex.
"Well, since the cat's got both your tongues, I'll tell you," she said sternly. "I observed every second of your behavior in class today and thought it best to handle the matter this way rather than take it to the principal."
"Oh, shit!" Joe groaned, his face blanching to match his hair.
"Jeez!" Tommy croaked.
"Watch your language!" Jenny said harshly. She wasn't ready yet.
She let them squirm another minute. The U-shaped position of the tables had allowed her to see everything.
And she had plotted as she had watched, delivering the lecture from memory.
"Tommy, I watched you raise Cynthia Kramer's skirt an inch at a time until Joe could see right up between her legs from across the room," she finally said.
Tommy was the bold one. "Shit, Miss Grant, Cyndy's the biggest cock teaser in school!" he blurted.
"Watch your mouth, young man!" Jenny warned. "What you say may be true, but how long do you think you'd remain on the team if Coach Kramer knew how you had treated his daughter in front of the entire class?"
"Not very long," Tommy said, shaken.
"That's why I had you boys come here," she said. "It seems that you two have a problem and I'd like to help you with it. I'd hate to see it ruin a winning season."
"What do you mean, Miss Grant?" Joe asked timidly.
Jenny inhaled deeply. The bait was out, now she had to set the hook. It just might backfire. But she was willing to take that slim chance. "Tell me, Joe, what did you see this afternoon?" she asked.
"Nothin'," the boy said quickly, "she was wearing her panties!"
"I'm going to ask you another question as delicately as I can and I want an honest answer. Okay?"
Both boys nodded their heads, eager to do her bidding now that there appeared to be an escape from Coach Kramer's retribution.
"How often do you two have... uh... sexual relations with girls?"
The shock was evident on their faces. They sat there frozen.
"You promised me an honest answer," Jenny reminded them.
"Not often enough!" Tommy said frowning.
"Now and then," Joe offered.
"I take it then that neither of you have had much experience with sex. Am I right?" Jenny said softly, feeling the familiar warmth between her thighs.
"You can say that again," Tommy sighed.
Joe just nodded.
"And that is the problem I was talking about," Jenny said, running her hands down the front of her skirt.
With one fluid movement, she pulled her skirt up to her waist, scooted her ass to the edge of the easy chair and opened her thighs, exposing her naked cunt.
"And I don't suppose you've ever seen anything like this," she said huskily.
If her lust had not been bubbling so merrily deep in her belly Jenny would have laughed aloud at the looks on their faces.
"Have you?" she asked, adjusting her skirt to give them a better view of her open crotch.
"Holy shit, no!" Tommy swore.
"Christ, no!" Joe chimed weakly.
Her tits felt rock hard and her nipples a mile long under her blouse as Jenny narrowed her eyelids to mere slits and shot a lusty look at the black-haired quarterback. He would have to be subjugated first.
The bold one.
"Come over here, Tommy, and take a good close look," she purred, letting her passion seep into her voice.
The boy got to his feet and walked toward her. He moved in jerks, never taking his eyes from her plump, fiery-tressed pussy. Jenny could see the swelling in the crotch of his pants. A very large swelling. Then he was standing in front of her, almost between her knees.
"I said a good close look," she said, almost in a whisper. "Get down on your knees and put your face right up in there!"
The boy dropped dumbly between her legs and moved his flushed face up between her soft, white thighs.
His nose was just inches from the heated mound of her cunt.
"That's a ripe, full-grown pussy in front of you," she said, letting her fingers drift down through the thick curls of her cunt hair.
"Jeez!" the boy sighed.
Jenny fanned her fingers out along the swollen flanges of her cunt and pulled them open. "Look closely! See my fuck hole? That quivering little mouth?"
Tommy's head moved up and down.
"Look a little higher! There's my clit! That red, pulsing stalk! See it?"
"Oh, yeah!" the boy groaned. "Oh, yeah!"
His face was beet red now. And Jenny could just imagine how hard his young cock must be. She had him for sure.
"My pussy's hot and horny, Tommy! It wants your lips and tongue on it! Do it, baby, eat my fucking pussy!"
she urged hotly.
A gurgling noise leaped from his throat and the boy plunged his face into the open gash of her cunt. Jenny jumped at the electric shock of his tongue thrashing wildly, untamed, uncontrolled. She grabbed his head with both hands.
"Easy, baby, easy!" she gasped. "Move your tongue up and down gently! Don't wreck my poor cunt! Yes!
That's more like it! Oh, yesss!"
Jenny hooked her legs over the arms of the easy chair and hunched down more, opening herself even wider to the boy's slavering mouth. His tongue was rampaging up and down her open slot, lapping up the juices that were flowing from the depths of her cuntal cave.
"Slower, baby!" she urged. "Not so fast! Easy! Easy! Uhmmmmm! Oooooo! Now you're gettin' the hang of it!
Eatin' my pussy really nice! Get my clit once in awhile and you're doin' it all! Oh! Oh! Yeah!"
Tommy's frenzied assault on her aroused pussy had Jenny flying so high that it was several minutes before she remembered that Joe was still sitting on the couch. She was busy humping her ass to meet Tommy's attack. When the boy between her splayed open thighs settled into a nice easy pace she looked across the room once more. Joe was staring, open mouthed, a huge hardon tenting the crotch of his pants.
"C'mon over here, Joey, baby," Jenny cooed, her fingers flying along the buttons of her blouse. "I'm not going to leave you out."
The boy fairly leaped across the room. He was, beside her by the time she reached the last button. She opened her blouse, exposing the big white globes of her tits with their rigid pink nipples to his wide-eyed gaze.
"Ever sucked titties like these, Joey?" she asked softly, running her fingers under the hot, heavy melons.
"Hell, no!" the boy groaned.
"They're all yours, baby! Suck to your heart's content!" Jenny purred.
He bent down and gobbled the pink tip of one tit into his mouth, grabbing her other tit with his hand. Maybe he'd never sucked tits like hers but he'd had plenty of experience. His tongue swirled around her hard nipple, alternately sucking and battering it. The fingers on her other tit massaged the pliant flesh gently, his thumb and index finger tweaking and rolling her swollen nipple.
"Very nice, Joey! You're doing a marvelous job on my hot titties! Easy to see you know your way around a woman's tits!" Jenny cooed. "Tommy, just keep doin' what you're doin! Really feels great! Teacher's little cunt sucker!"
Jenny was wallowing in the eager attention she was getting from the two young boys. They were holding nothing back. Her nervous system was crackling with lusty messages that were fogging her brain. The fact that she was in the position of domination was putting an even keener edge on her lust and she fully realized it. And was fully enjoying it.
Blindly she reached out, found Joe's muscular thigh, ran her fingers up and grasped the hot, solid bulge of his cock. He was well hung. Very well hung.
"Stand up, Joey, honey!" she commanded softly.
The boy obeyed instantly, standing quietly beside her while she quickly opened his pants, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled everything down to his knees. The long, white column of his cock jumped into the air. His almost hairless balls dangled from the pale hair that circled his thick prick.
Jenny could see blue veins pulsating along the smooth shaft that supported a pointed pink head.
"Such a beautiful prick!" she exclaimed softly. "The girls around here are really missing something. Do you mind if I kiss it?"
"Uh, no, fuck, no!" Joe flustered.
Jenny curled her fingers around the stiff pole and pulled it down to her face. Instead of meeting it with pursed lips she opened her mouth and sucked all of the spongy pink head inside, washing it tenderly with her tongue.
"Ohhhhh! Holy fucking shit!" the boy groaned.
She hooked one hand around the boy's hip and pulled him closer, drawing more of his throbbing cock into her mouth, until the pointed head nudged the back of her throat. She moved her head back and forth, fucking him slowly with her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue across the heavily ridged underside of his prick.
Jenny's exceptional training allowed her to suck Joe's sturdy cock while still acutely aware of Tommy's energetic tongue lapping up and down through the swampy crevice of her pussy. Her fuck fever was rising nicely and she had everything well in hand.
"Damn! Damn, oh, damn, oh, damn!" Joe groaned from above her.
Jenny could feel the trembling of his body vibrate right down through his throbbing cock. She pulled her head back, letting her lips slip wetly from the leaking, pointed head. She squeezed his cock tightly with her fingers.
"Don't come yet, baby!" she said hoarsely. "Much too soon for that." She pushed Tommy's head away from her hot, wet pussy and tried to ignore the orgasm that was rising from his energetic tonguing. "This party's ready to move into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable."
The boys followed her as closely as males after a bitch in heat. Her blouse was off by the time she went through the door. She peeled her skirt off in seconds while the boys, unable to take their eyes from her mature, naked flesh, fumbled with their clothes. She sat down on the bed and waited, delighting in the growing display of young, athletic bodies.
"I hope you boys appreciate the way I'm helping you with your problem," she teased.
"You better believe it!" Tommy said, dropping his shorts to reveal a hard cock that was just as big as his friend's.
"More than I can say!" Joe grinned, throwing his shirt to the floor to join his pants.
"I'm going to see that you get all the pussy you can handle. Probably more than you can handle," Jenny said, her eyes shifting hungrily from one rampant hardon to the other. "That will relieve you of the need to chase young girls, which could cause one hell of a scandal. But you're going to have to promise me two things."
"Anything!"
"You name it!"
"First, we've got to keep this a secret. It's nobody's business but ours. Promise?"
Both boys nodded vigorously.
"Secondly, you must agree to obey my every command, just as you've been doing up to this point.
Promise?"
"Promise!" Tommy said.
"Me too!"
"Good!" Jenny said huskily. "Now come over and sit beside me." She was anxious to unleash the lust which had been building for hours. The basics were out of the way. Now she could enjoy her catch.
When they were sitting beside her, their steel cock prongs pointing straight up, Jenny slid from the bed and turned to face them on her knees.
"Suppose you two play with my hot titties while I play with these lovely pricks," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around their pulsating cocks.
They each cupped one of her heavy feeling tits with one hand and she sighed contentedly with the sensation of two different textures rubbing her aching tits at the same time. Tommy's hand was rougher than Joe's and the contrast added to the passion that was fanning out from her stiff-nippled mounds. She pumped her fingers up and down their upright cocks, sensing the fuck power that they held.
"Such beautiful young cocks!" she moaned softly and leaned across Tommy's black-fuzzed thigh.
She opened her mouth wide and deep-throated his long, white prick with one thrust, driving her head down until the wiry, black hair at the root tickled her nose and chin.
"Holy fuck, Miss Grant! That's a weird feeling!" Tommy groaned. "No girl's ever done that! Jesus! It's really great!"
Jenny bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips and tongue moving on the boy's swollen cockshaft while playing with his tight balls with one hand and jacking Joe off with the other hand.
When she felt Tommy's prick twitch, she immediately switched her mouth to Joe's hot cock and moved her fingers up to squeeze the quarterback's pulsating pole.
Jenny shifted her attention back and forth, exulting in the moans of lust and pleasure that wafted over her head. The fingers on her tits explored without restraint, covering every inch of every curve of her throbbing flesh, rolling, tweaking, pulling at her rigid nipples.
She kept switching from one young cock to the other, sucking and licking, pumping her hands up and down, fondling his hairy, sperm-heavy balls. Finally, her long-leashed lust demanded release.
She dropped their cocks and stood up, breaking all contact. "Enough sucking, time for fucking!" she said thickly, reaching out to push Joe down onto his back.
Before the young blond could react, Jenny straddled his middle, grasped his hot, hard, wet cock with one hand and sat down, sinking his prick into her hungry pussy to the hilt. Her cuntal walls gripped the thick shaft that stretched them and instantly commenced a rippling massage.
"Oh, shit!" Joe groaned. "Never in my fucking life had a pussy like yours!"
Jenny ground her wet, hairy cunt against the base of his cock, shivering from the delicious pressure against her swollen clit. She bent down, mashing her big white tits against his chest, and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his slack-jawed mouth.
The boy moaned as her ass began to move up and down in short, weaving motions, causing her tightly clutching cunt to dance around his stiff cock. She rammed her tongue in and out of his sucking mouth, the storm of her lust beginning to pound in her temples. She could feel her cunt juices flowing like mad, lubricating the friction of her fuck strokes.
Jenny was tempted to really turn loose and fuck the young boy's brains out right then and there, but there was another homy male to be considered. She felt that she needed to bind both of them to her at the same time. She reluctantly stilled the pleasure-giving humping of her ass and raised her head. Tommy was sitting beside them, his eyes as big as saucers.
"Tommy?"
"Huh?" he said as if startled from a trance.
"Get around behind me," she said softly.
He obeyed instantly.
"Now tell me what you see!"
"What?"
"Tell me what you see back there!" she said impatiently.
"Uh, Joey's cock in your cunt! Got the lips all pooched out to either side! Jeesus! Pussy juice running right down to his balls! You must really be wet inside!"
"She is!" Joe groaned.
"I am!" Jenny sighed. "Joey's big cock is doing wonderful things to my pussy!" She waggled the creamy cheeks of her ass invitingly, knowing the full moons were right in Tommy's face. "See my asshole?"
"Couldn't miss it!" the boy croaked.
"Kiss it!" Jenny whispered harshly.
"I can't do that!"
"Kiss it, Tommy! You promised!"
"Oh, shit!" the boy groaned.
Jenny shuddered lightly as the boy's tender, warm lips pressed against the hot, puckered mouth of her asshole. She hunched her hips slightly, repeatedly, pressing the hot crack of her ass against the boy's face.
The movement caused her oozing pussy to squish audibly against Joe's rock-hard prick. After a few seconds she felt Tommy's lips open.
"Go ahead, lover, stick your tongue in there! Stick it right up my asshole!" she moaned loudly.
The boy's rigid tongue stabbed into the dry heat of her asshole and squirmed around in the tight passage frenziedly. Any reluctance he might have had about putting his mouth in that forbidden spot was now completely gone.
"Oh, yes, Tommy! Like that! Feels so gooood!" Jenny cooed, her ass starting to move up and down again.
She strained to keep her thrusts short, not wanting to break the contact with the tongue that was reaming out her asshole so frantically. The taut ring of muscles was getting looser with every jab the boy sent into her.
Her cunt and her asshole were ablaze with lust. She wanted to come so badly that she could hardly stand it.
The dripping walls of her pussy were coiling and uncoiling around Joe's hot, throbbing prick like crazy. Her asshole was practically sucking Tommy's thrusting tongue off. But her plan was not complete yet.
"Tommy? Tommy!"
"Ummph?"
"Stand up and put your cock in my ass!" she groaned, on the verge of losing her self-control.
The wicked, young tongue left her spasming asshole abruptly.
"What did you say?" Tommy growled from behind her, his fingers buried in the yielding pillows of her ass.
"You heard me! I want you to fuck me in the ass! I want your precious prick up my shitter!" Jenny moaned.
"Goddamn!" Joe croaked, his fingers finding the flattened globes of her tits.
"Whatever you say, Teacher!" Tommy said thickly.
Jenny felt the pressure of the boy's cock head against her rubbery asshole. It increased slowly but steadily.
"Get it in!" she wailed. "Ram that big dick into my fucking asshole!"
The boy groaned and she felt his feverish body heat as he bent down over her. The entrance of her rectal socket gave way and his cock bored into her asshole, sheathing itself almost completely before he could regain his balance.
"Holy fucking shit!" the boy gasped. "It's so tight! Your ass is so fucking tight!"
"And your big cock feels so good up there!" Jenny groaned. "Now fuck me! Fuck me good and hard!"
"Hell, yes!" Tommy cried.
"Fuck, Joey, love, fuck!" Jenny cooed at the boy under her.
She let her body go limp, just exerting enough strength to hold herself up as the two boys began to fuck her with the frantic urgency of youth. Now she could accept what was almost boiling over. They were hers now.
Joe's hard cock was jumping up and down in the clasping glove of her quaking pussy, twitching and throbbing. It wouldn't be long before he shot his rocks off. Tommy was pumping his cock in and out of the clinging heat of her asshole, his belly banging against her sweaty ass with a loud slapping sound again and again.
"My two studs!" Jenny cried. She was on the very edge. "Fucking me so good! Big cock in my cunt! Big cock in my ass! Gonna make me cream! Gonna make me come! Fuck pussy! Fuck asshole! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Aieeeeeee!"
Her body shook violently between the madly thrusting boys. She was coming harder than she could ever remember coming in her life. Nothing that she had experienced during her captivity could approach it. The rockets were flaring up from her belly again and again, bursting into a million sparkles in her lust-shrouded brain.
"Gonna do it!" Joey groaned. "Doin' it! Shootin' off in her belly!"
"Oh, yes, baby!" Jenny moaned, floating along on the highest crest she'd ever reached. "I feel it! Spurting in my pussy so deep! Hot 'n' wet! Again! Again! Ooooo! So much of it!"
The boy's prick was flexing and spasming in the fluttering grip of her fountaining cunt, spewing geyser after geyser of thick jism. She ground her pleasure wracked, sopping pussy against the twitching base of his thick cock.
"Hot fucking asshole... here it comes!" Tommy groaned, lunging against her, pushing his belly deeply into the softness of her asscheeks. His throbbing cock jumped up and down, beating against the burning walls of her shit tunnel, blasting streams of hot come.
"Wonderful, lover!" Jenny cried, clamping down on his spitting cock meat as hard as she could. "Filling my ass with cock cream! So fucking good!"
Jenny shivered and shook between them as another orgasm ripped through her. Her involuntary movements kept her ass jiggling against Tommy's hard belly and her come-flooded pussy grinding around the base of Joe's cock.
"Good god!" Joe moaned. "She ain't had enough yet! She still wants to fuck!"
"Whoa! Easy!" Jenny cried, fighting to quiet her trembling. "Gimme time to catch my breath!"
"I'm for that!" Tommy rasped, pulling his soft prick slowly out of her gripping asshole.
Jenny rolled off of Joe, unmindful of the come that was trickling down her thighs from the come matted thicket of her cunt hair. She stretched out on her back, her finger-marked tits heaving from her deep breathing. Tommy fell onto the bed beside her.
"Did you enjoy fucking my ass?" she said, reaching to ruffle his hair.
"Christ, yes! It was so hot and tight I thought it was going to break my dick right off!" he said, smiling broadly.
"How about eating pussy?" she asked, running her fingers through the light haze of black hair on his chest.
"It tasted kinda strange at first but... yeah, once I got into it it was good. Hell, you made me so hot I'd have done anything."
"Good. Stay that way." She turned to look at the lightly panting blond. "How about you, Joey, did you like sucking my tits and sticking that lovely cock in my cunt?"
"It was fantastic!" he sighed. "So much better than the chicks at school. Your pussy's so fat and hairy and so hot and wet inside! And it does the craziest things to a guy's dong! I loved it!"
She ran one hand down his flat belly and grasped the long, wet tube of his limp cock. She twisted it slightly and pumped her fingers up and down. "As soon as you get hard enough you can have a turn at fucking me in the ass. Would you like that?" she said softly.
"Hell, yes!" Joe replied, reaching to cover her nearest tit with his hand. "Can I suck your tits some more?"
"Not quite yet," Jenny said, reaching to wrap the fingers of her free hand around Tommy's soft cock. "First I want you to tell me about Cynthia Kramer. Just how much of a cock teaser is she?"
"Shit!" Tommy swore angrily. "That bitch still has her fuckin' cherry as far as I can find out. Nobody I know has fucked her."
"Is that right?" Jenny said pensively, her hands moving up- and down two rapidly recuperating young pricks.
She could feel the first stirrings of new hardons under her expert fingers.
"She's let some guys dry-fuck her, but mostly she gets 'em hot and then makes 'em settle for a hand job," Joe said.
"Does that include the two of you?" Jenny asked.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so," Joe said. "Couldn't get into her panties no matter how hard I tried."
"Me either," Tommy said disgustedly. "By the time she got through with me I was glad to blow off in her hand."
"Well, isn't that something?" Jenny said absently, one part of her brain planning for the future and the remainder paying more and more attention to the long white cocks that were growing harder and harder inside the pumping circle of her fingers.
"Enough of that for now," she said huskily. Her insatiable cunt was throbbing again. "My pussy's about ready to be fucked again and that means my asshole will be right behind it!"
"For sure!" Tommy said and laughed.
"Looks like my two gorgeous, young studs are about ready for some more fucking too," Jenny said, squeezing their fully stiffened pricks gently. Youth needed little stimulation and she gloried in their strength.
"Fucking-a-right!" Joe said.
"Fucking-a-Jenny you mean!" she said and rolled toward the black-haired young quarterback.
Tommy's giggling reaction to her pun was suddenly choked off as she guided his hard prick into the wet, clinging heat of her fuck tunnel and buried it to the hilt with one swift downward lunge.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned as she flexed the well trained walls of her cunt around his stiff pole.
Jenny bent down and rubbed her hard nipples from side to side across his lightly haired chest. The exquisite pleasure of having a hard cock in her simmering pussy again floated up through her.
"Now, Joey!" she said thickly. "Ram your big prick into my asshole! My shitter is all hot and quivery for your cock!"
It took the eager boy only a moment to position himself behind her. She felt the cheeks of her ass being widely spread by trembling young fingers. She could hear him panting as he stared down at her spasming asshole.
"Hurry!" she barked. "Shove your cock in my ass and fuck me!"
The hot knob of his cockhead pushed against the clenching mouth of her rear tunnel and slipped inside easily through the lubrication that Tommy's cock had left there. The long shaft bored inward, filling her asshole delightfully.
"Gawwwdaammmmmn!" Joe groaned.
"Now fuck me, you horny little bastards, fuck me!" Jenny wailed, rotating her hips to swivel her streaming pussy around one cock and to pull and suck on the cock in her ass.
The boys showed her how well they had learned a lesson from the first double fuck. They quickly established a coordinated rhythm, Tommy's prick ramming into the rippling cavern of her cunt while Joe's cock was dragging out of her willing asshole.
Jenny let her mind drift as the two sturdy young pricks pumped her lust higher and higher. She wondered if the two boys who were fucking her so smoothly would have anything left by the time Ginger got home from the teacher's meeting which she herself had skipped.
And Cynthia Kramer. By the time she, Ginger and Mike got through with that little cunt she'd be sucking and fucking everything in sight.
Jenny had learned plenty and was willing to pass it on.
