She cursed as the needle stuck her finger, then examined the little red spot and licked it clean. She hated sewing, always had, and no doubt always would. Her mother had given up trying to teach her, and told her to tell Brad to sew his own crap.
But she had only been married a few weeks now and was still trying to play the perfect little wife. She wanted to do things right. They were in a new home, which still smelled of fresh paint and woodwork, and she was determined that everything stay perfect as long as possible.
She brushed a lock of cutely blonde hair across her forehead, then resumed her sewing.
She knew from the looks on his family's face when they saw her that they'd thought she'd be a helpless, bimbo, unable to change a light bulb on her own, and was determined to prove them wrong, to be as good at housework as she was at typing.
She'd been Brad's secretary before he married her. Now he wanted her to stay home, saying they didn't need the money.
He was right, and she wasn't reluctant to abandon the nine to five grind. It was nice having her days to herself, being able to plan dinners and keep the house perfect.
Also she was always able to accommodate him when he rolled over in the night.
She shivered a little in pleasure as she thought of that, and checked her watch. It was after four. Soon Brad would be heading home. She finished the sewing quickly and got up. She made a quick check to be sure dinner was on and everything was clean, then hurried upstairs to take a shower.
After a quick shower she brushed and dried her hair, then padded naked out in the bedroom.
She had already set out what she would wear, a sheer blue corset, matching G-string, stockings, and garter belt, and high heels. She giggled now as she put them on.
The corset was a little tight and small, and her breasts bulged out over the top. Brad had bought it for her and it was the wrong size. It was a thirty eight C and she was a D. He hadn't thought it would make that much difference. Men!
Well, it looked good anyway. She looked sexy, and the way the too tight corset made her breasts bulge out merely served to accentuate her narrow waist and rounded hips.
She pulled tin a robe and headed downstairs to check the dinner.
Just as she closed the oven door the phone rang. It was Brad, saying he had to work late. She managed to keep the disappointment out of her voice, though she had been so looking forward to greeting him in just the lingerie and high heels.
The front door rang and she went to answer it, gathering her robe tight. She opened it a crack, keeping the chain on, and looked out at a pleasant faced man. He was very big and broad shouldered, his black skin gleaming in the sun.
"Mrs. Andrews?"
"Uhm, yes?"
"I'm the plumber. You're husband called me to fix the bathtub."
"Oh?" He hadn't told her that, but then he probably forgot. He'd been so busy catching up at work after they got back from their honeymoon. And there were so many people coming in to deliver or fix this or that.
"Well, come on in," she said, feeling a little embarrassed about being in a robe in the middle of the day.
She brought him upstairs and showed him the main bathroom, though she wasn't sure if it was that one Brad had called for. There was another in the bathroom off their bedroom.
She went into the bedroom to change, locking the door behind her. She took off her robe, then went to the closet for a skirt and blouse.
A sound behind her made her jerk her head around. The black man was standing in the open doorway, a big grin on his face. She screamed and clutched her arms in front of her.
"Well, no, here I was thinking you'd just woke up or something, and you were really getting all ready for me."
"I...I...Get out!" she demanded.
"Come on, baby," he grinned, coming forward into the room, backing her into the corner. "You wouldn't dress like that if you didn't want it."
"I didn't dress like this for you!" she exclaimed.
"Uh huh. There's nothing wrong with the other bath tub and you knew I'd come and check this one."
"I didn't! Really I didn't! I locked the door!"
"It wasn't locked, baby."
"But...but I...I thought I did."
"You are one fine lookin' woman," he grinned.
"Please, please go away."
His eyes ravished her body and she turned red in humiliation.
He moved forward, gripping her wrists were they were crossed in front of her, and lifting them, pushing them hack against the wall on either side of her as he pushed his chest into hers. She looked up fearfully, panting for breath, her eyes and mouth wide.
He bent and kissed her. She jerked her face away and he crossed her wrists together above her head, holding them in one hand as the other slid around her throat and under her jaw, holding her mouth in place as his came down on it again.
"No! No!" she gasped.
"You don't have to play hard to get, baby," he grinned, mashing his lips down on hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned in rejection, trying helplessly to move her head or arms.
He pulled his head back, and looked her up and down, licking his lips in appreciation.
"Let me go! Leave me alone!" she yelled, trying to sound firm.
"Get off it, baby. You know you want it," he sniffed.
"But I don't!" she wailed.
His free hand slid under her left breast and cupped it, squeezing lightly, working the heavy mammary around in slow circles. She gasped and tried again to pull free. He slipped his fingers into the cup, shoving it down a little, pulling her breast up so the nipple was in the clear.
He bent and tongued it, licking his long fat pink tongue across it, then taking it into his mouth and suckling.
"Stop! Stop!" she begged.
He ignored her, sucking heavily at her nipple, drawing the flesh into his mouth and rubbing his lips over it, gnawing lightly on the nipple, pinching it and drawing it out from the breast, stretching it as he sucked.
He slid his tongue up and down across the nipple, cupping it firmly from underneath. His hand let it go after several long seconds, sliding down her body, down her slim, flat belly and over her G-string. She tried to close her legs but his powerful hand forced her thighs apart and slid under her pubic mound, cupping it and squeezing upwards.
"No! Nooooo!" she moaned.
His fingers rubbed at her pussy as he continued to lick and suck patiently at her nipple She had no choice but to stand there, nearly motionless, letting him do as he pleased to her.
He deftly undid the front of her corset, opening it down the middle and pulling it off. Her big round, firm breasts stuck out in his face and he paused a moment to admire them.
Cindy realized that he'd let go of her wrists, but they were still up against the wall above her head. She brought them down and covered her boobs but he growled, grabbing them and shoving them back hard against the wall. "Don't play cock tease with me, bitch!" he snarled.
Frightened, she kept her wrists above her head as he began to slurp and suck on her breasts again, squeezing both with his big hands. He slid lower, down onto his knees, sliding his tongue down her belly.
His fingers slid into the waistband of her G-string and tugged it slowly down. Cindy groaned in humiliation as it slipped down over her golden curls and bared her bush and slit. He chuckled in pleasure, pulling the G-string to the floor, tapping her foot until she stepped out of it.
His hands rubbed up and down her thighs, pushing them further open, forcing her to spread her legs for him. Ashamed, she did, looking up at the roof, unable to watch as he stared into her crotch.
She gasped and looked down suddenly as his tongue licked along her slit. She stared in bug eyed shock as he slowly peeled her pussy lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her cunt.
His tongue rode across the pink flesh, his saliva making it glisten and shine. Brad had never eaten her out and neither had her few previous dates. She'd stayed a virgin until her twenty first birthday and been screwed only twice before marrying two years later.
His nose ground over her clitty as he shoved his tongue deep into her snarch. She gasped as a wave of pleasure poured into her loins. At fist she couldn't believe it. But as he continued to suck and slurp and lick on her pussy the feeling grew until she could no longer deny them.
She fought them down, her mind in a daze at how and why her body was responding to this awful man. She was married! And she didn't know this man, didn't even know his name! What was happening? What was her body doing.
She clenched her teeth, sweating as she tried desperately to hold off the pleasure that was surging through her veins. Her body was hot with lust, her breasts beginning to swell, her nipples to harden. She was bewildered and helpless before the sexual onslaught.
She gasped as she was pierced, and looked down to see the man's finger disappear into her tight pussy. He ground his knuckle against her pussy lips, then began pumping the thick digit inside her as he pulled her clitty between his lips and sucked furiously.
She groaned aloud, then turned a deep red in humiliation as the man chuckled. He shoved his face into her crotch, his hands gripping her buttocks now, squeezing them, his fingers kneading the hot, firm flesh as his mouth sucked on her gash. He opened his mouth wide and closed it over her entire pussy mound, then locked his lips tight and sucked for all he was worth.
Cindy felt her legs go rubbery and felt a blast of hot sexual energy blow through her belly. Her mouth opened and closed helplessly and her eyes fluttered as her body was enveloped in a powerful sexual haze. Her skin sparkled with electricity and her nipples hardened like rocks, threatening to split apart.
"Noooo! Nooooo!" she moaned.
Then he was standing again, beside her. His teeth gleamed white as he grinned down at the trembling woman.
"Want it baby, want it?" he grinned.
His right hand slid down between her legs and two ringers thrust up inside her. She gasped, helpless to prevent her groin from jerking forward onto his fingers.
"Oh God! Oh my God!" she groaned.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and back, forcing her back to arch as he kissed her mouth again. His fingers pumped furiously in her slit, slashing across her engorged clitoris as she humped against them. She grunted and moaned and sobbed in despair as her body began to blast into a powerful orgasmic srorm.
She humped like a cheap whore, her ass grinding and slapping against the wall as-he drove herself down on his pumping fingers. Her tongue began to slip back and forth against his as he locked his lips against hers.
She came, her head exploding like a star busting. She cried out, then grunted repeatedly, humping wildly against his hand as he jammed his fingers up her snatch and ground his thumb against her clitty. Her body flashed into a massive orgasmic storm of sensations, her groin blasting out like a volcano as she grunted in bliss.
She was still dazed from the orgasm, and was insensible as he dragged her to the bed and pushed her down on it on all fours. He stood beside the bed, pulling her knees up to the edge, then pulled out his thick black cock and thrust it into her to the hilt.
She cried out again, her mind a whirling cyclone ot confusion as her eyes slowly began to clear. He held her hips and fucked rapidly, using the full length of his long, thick cock, riding her like a bitch in heat as she whimpered and moaned in helpless confusion.
Her mind slowly settled, and she knew shame at what she had done. Tears filled her eyes as she knelt there and took thrust after thrust. Her body jerked back and forth as he increased the force of his strokes, and his hips smashed painfully into her buttocks.
She knelt in misery, feeling like a slut. Her heavy-breasts swung back and forth beneath her in time to the black man's strokes. Then his hands came under her and gripped them, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh.
She groaned, as her tits were crushed, and felt her chest fill with heat, as though her big bags of meat were water balloons and he had forced all the liquid back into her body.
Bur it was heat that was forced into her, heat and pleasure, for she felt her body rising again, re-igniting, climbing back into the sexual vortex she had only minutes before dropped out of. She did not bother to fight it, too disgusted in herself to care.
Her ass moved of its own volition, pumping back instinctively against the big rod slicing between her pussy lips. Her breathing quickened. Her blood raced. Her heart pounded. Her head throbbed. She groaned weakly, her upper body sagging down until her face and shoulders were buried in the sheets.
The big cock continued to pound into her from behind, and her body blew higher and higher, like a leaf on a rising wind, flying helplessly, tossed here and there with no control.
He pulled out of her suddenly, then jumped onto the bed, rolling onto his back. She raised her weary head, both disappointed and relieved momentarily.
"Come and get it, whore," he said. The words seared her. He held his cock upright and she stared in shock and wonder at the length and thickness of it, trying to imagine how she had gotten something so large inside herself.
"Come on, baby. Come and take it."
As if in a dream she crawled forward, until she could take the long thick slab of meat in her hands. She squeezed it and stared in amazement. It was gleaming wet from her juices and she longed to have it back inside her.
Unable to control herself she crawled forward, straddling him, kneeling above his groin and holding the thick cock upright. She sat down until she felt it nudging her pussy, then, halted, as if trying for the last time to control herself.
Then she looked down into his sneering face, gave a whimper of despair, and slowly sank down onto the big tool.
The whimper turned to a groan as it bloated out her cunt tube and slid up into her belly. Her eyes got wider and her breathing became more ragged as she took more and more of it inside herself.
She came, arching her back and dropping the final few inches down onto him. His cock speared her and she screamed again, bowing back. He seized her hips, keeping her from falling, pumping his hips as he jerked her up and down.
Cindy leaned forward, her hands going flat on his chest. Her eyes were dilated and her mouth wide. She shuddered violently, then began to grind herself against him, her ass rubbing against his black flesh as she wined in sexual heat.
The orgasm rode over her, but this time left her in a sexual heat. She continued to grind herself against him, until she regained some strength, then began to hump up and down, bouncing on his lap, riding the full length of his horse as she squealed in delight.
She felt it spurting inside herself, moaning in denial, for it meant both the final betrayal of her husband and the end of the delicious fucking.
But she was wrong on at least one count. He stayed hard. She continued to ride up and down, waiting for him to get soft, hoping against hope she could come off for a final time before it happened.
He rolled over on top of her, then continued to fuck, throwing his hips into her, ramming his cock down her fuck pipe with powerful strokes. She grunted again, and moaned in delight. She came again, then yet again, then again, riding each high into the swirling mists of sexual bliss, falling back, only to catch the next wave upwards.
She didn't know how many times she came, for her mind was torn asunder by the blistering, raging whirlwinds of sexual ecstasy, and after a final gut wrenching, mind blowing orgasmic explosion, she lost consciousness entirely, waking some time later to find herself alone, sperm drooling from her gaping cunt maw.
Amy
Amy felt a little fuzzy headed for some reason. She was sort of sleepy, yet at the same time felt a strange kind of heat and energy.
She was sitting, slumping really, on the Anderson's couch watching MTV on their big screen TV, babysitting their rotten kid, Josh, who'd thankfully gone to bed without arguing tonight. It wasn't great work but it was all the could get that allowed her to study at the same time.
Unfortunately, by the time she'd gotten the kid to bed and was ready to start studying, her eyes were too tired to read. They kept closing every time she read through a couple of sentences in her Economics book.
Economics often put her to sleep but not this early.
She turned lengthwise on the couch, resting her head against one of the armrests and closing her eyes. She sighed and wondered if she should make some coffee.
No, that was silly. She'd already had two glasses of cola that evening and was into her third. Cola had plenty of caffeine in it.
So why was she falling asleep?
She reached out for her glass, and brought it back to herself, then lost her grip and dropped the nearly full glass on her chest. She giggled for some reason. Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes weren't focusing properly.
She sang a nursery rhyme, but forgot most of the words so kept repeating the same line.
She felt herself shaking and wondered if she were sick, then she realized that Mister and Mrs Anderson were home, bending over and looking at her, and that Mister Anderson was shaking her arm. She giggled at how stupid she was not to have known that.
"She's been into the joy juice," Susan Anderson said with a snarl.
"Well, how was I to know?" Her husband Jack said.
"I told you to make sure it wasn't in the fridge, you dumb bastard. Of course she'd have some. We told her to take what she wanted and it looks like cola.
"How much do you think she had."
"Too much, and it looks like she's spilled it all over herself too."
"What do we do?"
"I'll take her upstairs and clean her up. You get rid of that shit and clean up the Goddam couch."
Amy heard the conversation, though she didn't make out many ot the words. She blinked her eyes and sighed, feeling good as she snuggled into the couch. But something was pulling her up and she realized it was Mrs. Anderson.
"Come on, honey, let's go upstairs," she said.
"Huhhmmmm?" Amy groaned.
"Help me up with her," Susan grunted, pulling the girl into a sitting position. Jack gripped her other arm and the two lifted her to her feet. Susan pulled her arm across her shoulders and led her to the stairs as Amy tried to sing the nursery rhyme again.
"Check on Josh," Susan called over her shoulder. "Right."
She half carried the girl up to the master bathroom and inside, then sat her down on the closed toilet. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the redhead's shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. Her bra was soaked through as well so Susan removed that.
"You would have to be wearing white," she muttered, looking down at the stain on Amy's pants, she undid the button, then lifted the girl to her feet and tugged the sweatpants down her hips, taking her panties with them. She let Amy sit back on the toilet as she took her clothes down the hall and shoved them into Jack's arms.
"Josh is fine, he's sound asleep," Jack said.
"Here, wash these," she said, still scowling.
"I'm sorry. I forgot," he shrugged.
She went back into the bathroom to find Amy on her feet. The dazed redhead was leaning forward over the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. As Susan watched her face got closer and closer until her nose was almost pressed against the glass. The red headed teenager's hands were on the counter to prop her up and her legs had spread apart to balance herself better.
Susan caught her breath and groaned weakly. She'd had the hots for Amy since she'd first set eyes on the willowy young girl last year, attracted by her long, coltish legs and her high round breasts, breasts that seemed to have grown larger in the intervening months.
She had always been bisexual and she and her husband had had many two on ones. They were swingers, and often as not she fucked both man and woman when they traded partners.
She'd fantasized about seducing Amy but hadn't done anything to bring it about, partly because she didn't want to risk scaring off a babysitter. Babysitters were hard to find, especially good, reliable ones like Amy.
But Jesus! How much temptation was she expected to bear? The girl's cunt was sticking out so open and exposed. It was so beautiful too, a tiny slit in a soft mound with a nice dusting of dark coppery hair. It ached to be sucked. The girl's ass was gorgeous too, all round and tight and firm looking.
She swallowed and moved up beside the girl, looking at her in the mirror. She caught her breath at the reflected sight of Amy's breasts. Even leaning over they hardly changed position at all, sticking straight out from her chest. Her little nipples were hard from the cool of the air-conditioned room and it was all Susan could do to keep herself from grabbing them and starting to suck.
"Hello, Amy," she said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm naked,, " Amy said, sounding confused but not very bothered.
"You spilled something on yourself. We put them in the washer."
"Oh."
"How do you feel?"
"Okay...I guess," She blinked several times at herself in the mirror. Susan's eyes shifted from the girl's tits to her ass and pussy and she licked her
lips anxiously. Amy had thick, straight hair that fell mid-way down her back. Right now it had fallen forward over her shoulders and was partly covering her breasts. Susan reached out a tentative hand and brushed back some of it, pulling it behind the girl so her breasts were exposed completely.
"Should I be naked?" Amy asked in confusion.
"Your clothes are in the washer," Susan reminded her.
"Oh yeah." She paused for a few seconds. "How come your clothes aren't in the washer?"
Susan closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and looked grimly at the naked teenager. She reached behind her and unhooked her dress, then shrugged it forward, letting it drop down to the floor. She stepped out of it, then quickly removed her bra and panties. Naked, she stood behind Amy, her hands going to the girl's shoulders, kneading and massaging them.
"That feels nice," Amy sighed.
"You're a very pretty girl, Amy," Susan said, her voice husky.
"I know," Amy sighed.
Susan pulled her back upright and turned her around. The girl stared at her nakedness without reaction. Susan swallowed, then slid her hands into the mass of copper colored hair and gazed into the glassy eyes. She pulled Amy's face forward and pressed her lips against her.
Amy didn't react at first, then began to kiss back, perhaps instinctively. Susan dipped her tongue between the teenager's lips and slid it around inside her mouth. Her hands went around Amy's body and pulled her in tightly as her kiss became more hungry. She groaned as she felt the girl's firm breasts squash up against her own small mammaries.
Her hands slid down onto Amy's buttocks and she squeezed them, glorying in the softness and the smoothness of the white flesh.
Amy was swaying a little and, as the force and passion of Susan's kisses grew, began to pull back in alarm. Susan wasn't willing to let her go, tightening her hold on the slender teen and stabbing her tongue into her mouth.
Amy wriggled against her and Susan shifted her grip, her left hand coming up and grabbing a chunk of blond hair, her right sliding up and cupping the teenager's left breast as she pushed her back against the counter.
"Wa...wait," Amy gasped. "S...stop!"
Susan couldn't, she was too hot. She kneaded the girl's full young breast, her body pressing the redhead backwards over the counter, her hand forcing the girl's head up and back, holding it in place as her tongue shot into her mouth again and again.
Amy's mind was a blurred mass of disarray. She was disoriented, not sure what was going on or even where she was. She reached behind her, trying to pry the woman's hand from her hair, gasping for breath as she pulled her mouth free.
Susan bent and slid her lips over Amy's left breast, both her hands kneading and squeezing the soft young mammaries as she sucked and licked on the nipple. Amy shook her head and tried to clear her mind. She saw Susan sucking on her nipple and knew she should push her away, but the woman's hands and tongue felt good on her boobs.
What was going on anyway, she wondered.
Susan slid a hand down to the girl's cunt and squeezed it, sighing in happiness at the feel of it. She pressed her fingers between the tight little pussy lips and rubbed up and down against Amy's clitty.
Amy felt pleasure seeping into her body as she swayed there in confusion. She was half sitting on the edge of the counter, her legs spread as the older woman licked on her nipples and rubbed her pussy. She didn't understand why she was naked, or why Susan was naked, or what Susan was doing. If felt nice, but somehow she knew it was wrong.
Perhaps it was all the dates she'd had the last few years where boys had put their hands on her breasts and between her legs and she'd shoved them oft. Sometimes it had felt good too, but she'd still shoved them off. Yet for some reason, she hesitated now, though she didn't know why.
Mrs. Anderson was a girl, she thought in bewilderment. What was she doing anyway?
Her pussy was feeling very hot and her nipples were...sooo hard...so hard they ached, so hard they hurt. She shoved at the older woman, her hands trying feebly to push her away from her aching nipples.
Susan clung tightly to her, her tongue whipping across the outraged tit knob, her teeth chewing and gnawing on the flesh, her mouth sucking on it. She stroked her fingers rapidly across the teenager's clitty, feeling a wetness seeping out of the aroused cunt slit.
Amy's nipples stung they were so hard, and her cunt was buzzing with an incredibly frustrating itch, all hot and wet and uncomfortable. Her body was enveloped in a warm haze and she felt herself losing control of her muscles. She shoved again at Mrs Anderson.
"Nooooo," she gasped. "Noooo. S...stop!"
She shoved hard and knocked the woman back against the opposite wall. She staggered towards the door to escape her but Susan jumped quickly back coming behind her. She jammed her hand in under the stumbling red headed girl's buttocks and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it hard.
Amy cried out, her body hitting the door as she staggered under the sudden blow of pleasure and pain. She clawed at the door in mindless delirium, her body thrumming with crackling electricity. She opened her mouth to cry out again but could not gain the breath for it.
Susan squeezed again, harder, squeezed over and over again, mashing her fingers into the girls' soft, pulpy cunt mound. Amy gave a low quivering moan and arched her back, grinding her pussy back and down on Susan's hand. She threw her head back so far her dark red hair brushed against her ass cheeks, and jerked repeatedly as she was hammered by bolts of powerful pleasure.
"That's it, little one," Susan purred. "Feel it. Feel it. Feel the pleasure. I can do much more for you."
She pressed her body against Amy, her other hand sliding around the trembling, shaking redhead and sliding down between her legs. She ground her thumb down on Amy's clitty as she kneaded her cunt flesh and Amy wept in pleasure and ecstasy, her eyes unseeing as she jerked her ass back against Susan.
Susan pulled the hapless redhead back from the door and opened it, then led her, an arm around her waist, down the hall to the master bedroom. She pushed her or perhaps let her fall on the bed, then knelt between her legs, gripping them and pulling them apart. She stared into the moist little cunt opening and licked her lips in anticipation, then bent and began to lick.
Amy's breathing evened out and soon she was looking down at Susan with the same dazed bewilderment as before.
"Wha...what...what are...you doing?" she gulped.
"I'm sucking your hot little pussy," Susan said. Amy stared at her in surprise, trying to match the words with something in her memory. Susan continued to lick at her snatch, sliding her tongue against her clitty as she slowly wriggled a ringer into the fuck pipe.
"Oh...oh;. . Oohhhhhh," the girl moaned.
"That's right baby," Susan whispered.
She pushed her finger deeper, amazed at how tight she was. Surely she couldn't be...but she was., a virgin. Susan was amazed. She was sure the girl had been fucking before. What was wrong with the boys in her school anyway.'Were they all idiots?
The door opened and Jack walked in.
"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes widening at the sight. He closed the door and moved over to the bed, his eyes running over the nubile red headed girl as she wriggled on the bed.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.
Susan gave htm a sour look, then locked thumb and forefinger around Amy's clit and ground them together. Amy's wriggling became writhing and her head thrashed from side to side as she began to gasp for breath.
"That's not what I meant," he grinned.
"Watch her cum," Susan said, grinding again, stuffing two fingers down the girls' slot and pumping rapidly. Jack sat down on the edge of the bed and slid a hand onto Amy's right breast, rolling the nipple as the redhead grunted and moaned and ground her ass into the bed.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! Nungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UUuuuunnghhhh!" she groaned, arching her back as her body was flooded with sexual ecstasy. Her body bounced and shook and heaved as she blew through the orgasmic storm, then she fell limp again, panting for breath.
"Very responsive, isn't she?"
"So far," Susan said. She looked up at him and locked eyes. "She's a virgin."
He grinned and began undoing his pants. Susan bent over the girl's pussy and began licking again.
Amy groaned, her legs shifting on the bed, bare toes opening and closing. She raised an arm, then it fell back to the bed. She tried to sit up, getting her head and shoulders up, but then fell back.
Jack stripped naked as he watched his wife eating out the pretty little redhead. He could hardly wait to get at that cherry pie and his cock was hardening with eager anticipation.
Amy turned her head and saw him, realizing with some confusion, that he too was now naked. She saw his cock then and giggled, because it looked so funny sticking out like that all red and hard.
Anderson crawled into bed and his wife moved out of the way as he got between Amy's legs. Amy looked down at him and watched as he pressed his hard cockhead against her wet fuck entrance. Some spark of realization hit her and she tried to wriggle away.
"No! Don't!" she gasped, half turning onto her side and trying to crawl away. Susan and Jack both grabbed her, pushing her back onto her back. Jack grabbed her leg and Susan gripped her flailing arms, pressing them down. She pulled her hands up above her head and pushed them back against the bed above her.
Amy whimpered in fright, jerking and shaking, writhing in their grasp as she tried to pull away from the angry looking red organ that was pointing at her sex.
"It's okay now, honey," Jack said soothingly.
"Don't worry, baby, it'll feel so good inside you," Susan cooed, stroking Amy's breasts.
"No.! No!" Amy cried, the words triggering more fright. That big, ugly thing couldn't go into her. It would kill her!
She thrashed desperately but the two adults held her in place as Jack pressed his knob against her slit and pushed it in. Her oiled pussy lips opened and accepted the hard invader and he groaned at how tight she was inside.
Amy whimpered in fear, soothed not at all by Susan's cooing and whispering. Finally the woman locked her lips over Amy's mouth and kissed her hard long and deep. Amy's whining was muffled as Jack fed her more cock.
He felt an obstruction inside her and cursed in happiness, then increased the pressure. Amy's legs thrashed on the bed and he grabbed them, lifting them and pushing them back, shoving them wide so her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of her.
Her ass was raised high and Jack thrust into her, smashing through her cherry and burying his tool in her tight, sucking fuck-hole.
Amy screamed into Susan's mouth, tears trickling down the side of her face as she felt herself impaled on the hard thick tool. She shuddered in fear and pain, moaning to herself.
Susan pulled her mouth free and licked the tears off.
"All gone, honey," she said. "It won't hurt any more. Your cherry is gone and now you can have fun fucking. You'll see. It'll feel so good you won't want to stop."
Amy whimpered but didn't stop weeping until the pain faded completely. Jack let her legs down, though he kept ahold of them, kept them wide as he began to slowly pump into the girl's fuck tunnel. Susan rained kisses on Amy's face, then slid her tongue down onto her right breast and nipple, slurping and sucking on it.
She rubbed and squeezed both nipples, shifting her mouth from one to the other as Jack fucked her with steadily increasing speed and force. Soon Amy was sighing in pleasure again, the pain totally forgotten as her body responded to its first fuck.
She mewled in helpless pleasure, and Susan backed away, letting Jack fall onto the girl, letting her feel a man's body on her for the first time. He kissed her, his tongue sliding through her lips as his hands kneaded her breasts. He slid both hands down under her to cup her ass, then fucked steadily, harder and harder.
Amy grunted and moaned, gasping and whimpering in pleasure. Jack's cock drove into her with hard thrusts, making her gasp with each stroke. Her legs jerked and flopped on the bed as she tentatively brought her arms around him and started kissing him back.
She came, jerking and shaking and babbling incoherently, her body heaving and wriggling as it was torn by a deep shattering climax. Her cunt spasmed around Jack's cock and almost made him cum, but by a superhuman effort he held back.
Amy groaned and went limp again. Susan laughed and ran her fingers through the soft red hair.
"Wasn't that nice?" she whispered.
She watched as her husband fucked the girl, then tapped his shoulder, motioning him back. He pulled back up onto his knees, his cock still sliding in and out of the moaning girl. Susan threw her leg across Amy's head and straddled her face, then lowered her snatch.
She felt the girl's face against her cunt, then Amy's hands on her buttocks as the redhead tried to push her off.
"Suck me, Amy," she said. "Suck my pussy. Suck me just like I sucked you. Remember how I licked you? Remember how I pushed my tongue on your clitty? Lick me, Amy. Lick me!"
Amy's mind could remember very little, but she did remember how the woman had wriggled her tongue around against her sex, and staring at the brown fringed slit an inch from her face she tried to decide what to do. Susan lowered her face onto Amy's mouth and the redhead pushed her tongue out, sticking it through the tight lips.
"Yessssssds! Lick it! Lick it!" Susan gasped.
Surprised, Amy began to lick on the slit, pushing it inside as much as she could and running it up and down between the cunt lips. She didn't have much technique, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She couldn't see Susan's face but could hear her groaning in happiness, urging her on, telling her she was doing right. Amy liked to make people happy and licked faster.
Remembering about how good it had felt when Susan had licked her clitty, she searched for it then began to concentrate her attention there. Susan groaned in pleasure, her hands going down onto Amy's fat breasts and squeezing them.
She and Jack both leaned forward and kissed passionately. Jack bucked his hips forward faster, turned on beyond all control by the sight of his wife riding the red-headed teen's face. He threw his cock into the redhead with wild abandon, twirling tongues with Susan.
He blew his wad inside the tight pussy just as Amy began to bounce up and down again. He continued to pump, his finger going down and rubbing her clitty as he rammed his cock into her guts. Amy made wild noises down between Susan's lips but kept licking. Seconds later Susan came as well, rocking back and forth on Amy's face as her eyes rolled up and her back arched in pleasure.
Hours passed. They changed positions rapidly, and somehow the multiple orgasms sobered the girl up, probably by sweating and draining the drug from her system. Yet as she became more coherent, more rational, she made no effort to escape the lustful couplings the other two were performing with her.
She learned how to suck cocks, and even deep throat them. She learned how to expertly suck pussy. Susan fist fucked her to an orgasm so powerful she lost consciousness.
When she woke, she was on her belly. Susan knelt beside her holding her hand. She felt Jack's hands on the small of her back and felt a strange fullness in her ass, realizing after some puzzlement, that he had his cock buried in her rectum.
She felt embarrassed at that but her embarrassment soon gave way to delight as Jack pounded his cock up her ass with furious strokes that dragged her into yet another orgasm.
It was not a night she ever would have wished upon herself, or even her worst enemy, yet it was not a night she would ever forget, or would ever want to.
Holly
She Was a little nervous going out with a black guy, but hey, it was the nineties, and anyway, he was kind of cute, and seemed like a nice guy. She dressed, then undressed, then dressed again a dozen times, trying to find just the right look.
She didn't want to look like a preppie, on the other hand she didn't want to look like a slut either. She wasn't going to sleep with this guy, after all. She worried slightly that he might expect it of her. Didn't black girls do it all the time?
Holly didn't really know very much about black people. There weren't many in her suburban high school, and none at all in her neighborhood.
Still, she came from a very liberal family, and was raised to treat everyone a-like, regardless of race, creed or...or...whatever. She could never remember the last one.
She tired on another look. No, that was too ethnic. She didn't want him to think she was some dopey white girl who was trying to dress black. She stripped again and looked for something else.
Maybe spandex. No, too cheap. A mini-skirt? No, what if he tried something? It was hard to fend a guy off in a mini. Jeans, not tight ones, just simple jeans, that would do, she thought, and a simple blouse.
Or would he think she was dressing down? She cursed again, wishing she could ask Angela or Susan, not that they'd ever dated a black guy either, but at least they would have some opinion. She couldn't very well phone them though, not after their conversation that morning.
"You're dating Jason?" Angela had gasped.
"So what? Anyway, I'm not dating him. I'm just going on a date."
"But...but...but he's.. . "
"What?" she'd asked defiantly.
"Well, Holly, you know those black guys. They only want one thing."
"That's so racist."
"It is not. He'll expect you to sleep with him," Susan had nodded.
"Don't be stupid," she'd glared. "You two are so dumb."
"I bet he screws all the black girls he dates," Angela had said.
"That's an incredibly racist thing to say."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"What if he tries to make you?" Susan said, worried.
"Why would he do that? Anyway, we're only going to the movies."
"Maybe he'll drive you into the bushes or something."
"Don't be an idiot! Anyway, he hasn't got a car. We're taking the bus."
"Why would you date a guy without a car?" Angela had demanded.
"Because he's cute," she'd said defensively.
Actually she'd been too afraid of offending him, too afraid he'd think she turned him down because he was black.
"You should have said no," Susan said.
She should have, but it was too late now. She was meeting him in half an hour and still didn't know what she'd wear. She was in front of her closet wearing nothing but a pair of bikini panties, and desperately afraid of making the wrong choice, giving the wrong signals.
She turned her head a little and looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the hack of the door, straightening her hack and lifting her head slightly. I'm getting fat, she thought dolefully.
But no, it was mostly her breasts that were fat, big and round, though very firm. She had big round areolas and nipples that, because she was chilly from the cool night air coming through the open window, were very long and stiff.
She despaired of her hips, though nobody else seemed to think they were too wide, and of her behind, though again, it was only her, and maybe Angela who said it was too big. Boys seemed to like it.
She flicked her thick brown hair out of her eyes, frowning at her face. It was not a beautiful face, but it was pretty, with big brown eyes and a tiny snub nose, her hair was a shiny light brown, and fell in wavy curls around her face to her collar, just touching her shoulders.
Well, jeans would have to do. She'd go casual. They were only going to a stupid movie, after all.
* * *
She met Jason at the bus stop and they went downtown. He gave her a Raider's baseball hat, which she tried to put on straight. He showed her the right way to wear it, with the brim in the back. She insisted though on letting her bangs fall out in front.
To her surprise she didn't find it that hard to talk to him. They were laughing and joking before they even got off the bus. By the time the movie had started she had relaxed completely.
So when he put his arm across her shoulder she didn't try to shrug it off. She waited for him to try something else, ready to shoot him down, but he didn't.
The movie ended and they left, heading for the bus stop.
She was in a very good mood, the movie having been a good one and the date progressing well, and she grabbed Jason's arm, pulling it around her shoulder as they walked. Some people gave them odd looks as they passed but she felt almost proud of herself, dating a black guy.
There was nobody else waiting at the bus stop and she got a little giggly with Jason, and maybe teasing him a little, like she teased all the boys.
"You didn't try and kiss me," she grinned impudently.
"Should I have?" he grinned back. "I don't know." He stepped forward but she backed off, giggling. He didn't pursue her.
"I guess you don't want to kiss me very badly," she said.
"You want me to chase after a white girl, in this neighborhood?"
"Oh, silly, nobody cares about that."
"Huh? What world you livin' in, baby?"
She stepped forward and put her arms over his shoulders, standing on her toes to kiss him. At first he didn't move, then he folded his arms around her as their kiss turned a little deeper. She pulled her mouth back a little, grinning, then they kissed again. His hands slid down her back and onto her behind, squeezing.
She pulled back, laughing. "Uh uh uh," she said. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"That's what dates are for, so I can find out."
He really was cute, but this was a first date, after all. She thought about making it with a black guy, with Jason. She'd never made it with anyone before, and was intensely curious about sex. She wondered if it was true that black guys had extra large things.
She thought about asking Jason and giggling helplessly.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing."
The bus came and they got on, going to the rear and sitting down together. Jason put his arm over her shoulder and kissed her again. She kissed back a bit, then pulled her head away. They were on the bus, after all, and though it was almost empty there were people there.
How incredibly trampy, she thought, necking with a black guy in public. She felt daring, and maybe a little smug, feeling how superior her liberal morals were to most people. Angela and Susan, for instance.
She hardly noticed when three guys got on the bus and came to the rear, sitting in the cross seats. Jason noticed, and took his arm off her, but she snuggled in tighter to his body.
The three were older, in their early twenties maybe and had been drinking. Even Holly noticed that soon by the way they talked to each other and the way they smelled.
One of them in particular, a tall blonde guy in a jean jacket, was staring at her. She looked away, starting to get a little nervous. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, as he nudged the guy sitting beside him. The guy turned to look at her too.
"Hey, honey," the blonde guy said suddenly. "What're you doin' back there? Come an' sit with us."
She ignored him of course.
"Guess she-likes niggers," The other guys said. He wasn't as tall as the blonde, but was very thick bodied, with big arms and shoulders and a fat face.
Jason stiffened but said nothing.
"Guess she-likes that nigger cock," The other guy said. He was short and had a beard and curly brown hair.
"You like nigger cock, girly?" the blonde guy asked, sneering. "Eh, little nigger lover?"
"Hey, man, why don't you just leave us alone?" Jason glared.
"Why don't you date nigger girls, boy?" the blonde guy asked.
"Cause they all got AIDS from their customers," the short guy said, making the other two laugh loudly.
"Gotta admire your taste though," the blonde guy said. "She sure has nice big melons there."
"Bet you can't wait to go home and get your lips around those big nipples, eh boy?" the curly-haired guy said.
Holly turned beat red, looking down at her legs and folding her arms across her chest. Her heart pounded with fear and she wished desperately that the would go away.
"Hey, baby, you deep throat? All nigger girls gotta deep throat," the broad shouldered guy sniggered.
A piece of wadded up paper struck her chest and bounced off onto the floor. It was a crushed dollar bill.
"That enough for a blow job, baby?" the blonde guy laughed. "C'mon, there's nobody looking."
In desperation she reached up and yanked the cord, ringing the bell. She jumped up, ignoring Jason, who tried to grab her, to pull her back, she raced down the aisle to the rear door and as the bus stopped, she shoved it open and jumped off and ran back down the sidewalk.
Jason jumped off behind her and caught her a few yards away. He turned to watch the bus roar away, panting for breath.
"Jesus, that was so fuckin' stupid!" he cried.
"I couldn't stay there any more!"
"You're just lucky they didn't get off with us. Or didn't you think of that."
She hadn't, and shrugged in regret.
"We were more or less safe on the bus. We don't know where the hell we are here."
"I couldn't stay there and let them say things like that to me," she whimpered. "Anyway, we're not far from my Uncle's house. We just have to cut through this field."
It was dark out, the night pierced by a few solitary street lamps and some of windows of nearby houses.
"Those dirty fuckers!" she snarled, angry now that her fear had passed.
"I'd have loved to tear their fuckin' heads off," Jason agreed.
There was a well worn path through the field and they had no difficulty walking. In fact, the path was wide enough to walk side by side. Holly put her arm around Jason's waist as they walked and he returned the favor.
"They were such bastards," she said sadly.
"Yeah. You got that right."
"Hey, nigger girl! Wait for us!"
The both turned in shock to see the three men running into the field behind them.
"Oh fuck! Run for it!" Jason yelled, running forward and dragging her along.
They raced into the field, trying not to stumble on the path as the three men hooted and yelled and whooped behind them. Holly ran faster than she'd ever run in her life, but that still wasn't fast, and even with Jason pulling her by the hand she was soon stumbling and panting for breath. "Come on!" he cried.
"I...I...can't.. . . run...any...faster!" she gasped.
He looked around desperately for some place to hide. The grass was waist high on either side. He pulled her off the path and into the grass, but the three men were too close to just lie down. They turned off the path as well, yelling obscenities and threats.
"We'll show you to go after white girls, nigger."
"Hey, nigger slut! I got something for you."
"Hey, let's see how you like white cock, whore."
"Gonna get you nigger!"
Then she fell flat and couldn't rise, despite Jason's desperate pulling. The men raced up and Jason let go of her wrist to face them. The first man bent and rammed the much smaller teenager in the chest, hurling him several yards back, where he fell on his back with a cry of pain. The heavy man then he leapt down, his knee smashing down into Jason's crotch.
Holly crawled to her feet and staggered off several feet as the other two men jumped on Jason, punching and kicking him. She was whimpering and sobbing, gasping for breath as she staggered further into the grasses.
But then one of them was loping after her, jumping high through the grass. She cried out in terror and ran harder hut seconds later she felt his hand gripping her hair, pulling her to an abrupt halt.
She screamed, then lost her balance and fell to the ground with him on top of her. He was laughing and snickering, slobbering over her as he kissed her neck and the side of her face.
"Get off me! Leave me alone! Let me go!" she screamed.
He only laughed, his hand coming around under her and squeezing her right breast hard. She cried out in pain and terror, trying to throw him off, but his fingers dug into her tit meat as he ground his crotch into her buttocks and kissed her hard on the throat and cheek.
Then the other two were there, kneeling and squatting beside her. Hands gripped her pants and tugged at them as she screamed and clawed at them. Hands seized her wrists, pulling them up behind her, and then she was jerked around onto her back, in a sitting position with the first guy holding her from behind.
She was slapped hard in the face. She cried out in shock, then burst into tears.
Again she was slapped, then again, then again, until she fell silent, choking back her tears as they growled at her like animals.
"Shut you stinking face, you slut!" the blonde guy hissed.
"Yeah, you can give us what you give the niggers!" the short guy grinned malevolently.
"But I'm a virgin!" she cried desperately.
"Not after tonight you won't he," the short guy sniggered.
The blonde guy undid her jeans. She sobbed weakly as he jerked them down her thighs, taking her panties with them. She wept in fear and humiliation as they tore her pants off her feet. Her tennis shoes were popped off with her pants, leaving her naked below the waist.
She gasped as a hand was thrust in between her legs and cupped her puffy little cunt mound. She tried to wriggle away but was helpless as the hand squeezed her repeatedly. The men snickered and growled.
"She really needs a hard one," the blonde said.
"She's gonna get three of em'. "
"Please! Please don't!" she begged.
"We'll show you what happens to girls who go out with niggers," the broad shouldered man said.
The blonde man tore her jacket open, then they shoved her back on her back in the grass, prying her legs wide. He knelt between her legs as the big man knelt above her head, holding her hands pressed down against the grass above her.
The blonde guy leered down at her and then grabbed her blouse and tore it open. She gave a low cry and then resumed her weeping. His hands tore at her bra until it too parted. All three sighed in pleasure at the sight of her full, rounded breasts. "Nice fuckin' tits."
"Those are for fucking."
"Fuckin' A."
"Lookit these cones!"
Holly was so horrified, so humiliated by laying there naked between the staring, drooling men, that she was almost silent with shock, then she cried out as six hands fought over her breasts. She gasped and moaned and whimpered helplessly. The fingers clawed at her soft tit meat, digging into it, twisting and pulling and mashing her sensitive orbs.
The blonde guy unzipped his pants and brought out his hard erection. Holly gasped and stared at it with wide eyes. She'd never seen a live cock before and now it seemed gigantic. She thought that it must surely kill her if he tried to push all of that into her.
He spit on his hand, then rubbed it against her cunt lips. She cringed in disgust, trying to wriggle away. He spit on his hand again, and again rubbed it at her pussy. She felt his fingers prying at her slit, digging into her, shoving into her body.
She screamed and was slapped hard, knocking her head back onto the ground. She lay limp, staring at the night sky as she felt the blonde man's finger pumping at her pussy. She groaned weakly, her pussy smarting from the rude intrusion.
Then his finger came out and she couldn't help looking down in anxious fear as the blonde man positioned the nose of his cock against her damp slit. She felt it push against her, felt herself opening, felt her pussy lips pushing in and back as the big cock pushed into her.
"Please! Please!" she whimpered.
"She's begging for it, Jack!"
"Rip her man!"
His cock pushed into her, forcing her pussy lips wide, wide apart. They ached and stung, and then her pussy began to ache and sting as the big male organ pushed deeper. She whimpered and bit her lip against the pain as she watched his cock going into her.
Her vision blurred a little and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She realized she was breathing so fast she was hyperventilating, but didn't care, hoped to fall unconscious.
Then she cried out in agony as the blonde man thrust into her hard. His cock tore through her cherry and slid remorselessly up into her belly.
"Pop goes the cherry! Pop goes the cherry!" they sang, then laughed uproariously.
The blonde man shoved himself in deeper, burying his cock in her tight, virgin hole. He worked himself around in circles, twisting his cock inside her guts. Holly grunted and moaned, amazed at the feel of something up inside her like that, frightened and mortified.
The man drew back and she hissed in pain as his cock slid back down her aching tube. It hurt as much going out as it had coming in. It didn't go back for though, thrusting into her once again. The man began to fuck her with short strokes, slapping his hips against her thighs as he rutted his cock into her torn pussy chamber.
"Faster! Harder! She loves it, man!
"Yeah. Give it to the slut!"
The blonde man grunted as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Holly dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, whimpering helplessly as she was fucked by the blonde's hard cock. The blonde man held her thighs up and back, raising her ass off the ground. His hips slapped into her ass cheeks with a loud crack of noise each time he drove his cock into her.
The big man, the one holding her hands, put his knees on them instead. He reached across her face and fondled her breasts, pinching and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his fingers,, mashing her tits together, then apart.
The blonde man humped harder, his cock pistoning inside her aching fuck chamber. Then he thrust deep and groaned as his body shuddered.
"Give it to her, Jack!"
"Uhhhh," Jack groaned. "Take it, baby! Take my cum!
Holly realized, with new horror that his jism was spurting down into her belly. She was almost nauseous at the realization.
He pulled back and she felt the cool night breeze against her wet pussy mouth. The short guy took his place, giggling with glee. He drove his own cock into her, falling forward across her body as he did.
Holly gave a little cry as his cock entered her, then gasped as his weight came down on her body. He gripped her hair in his left hand, twisting her head back and her face up, then mashed his lips down against her as he humped furiously with his hips.
She felt his tongue shoving into her mouth and was too frightened and too numbed to fight it. His free hand clutched at her titty, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh as he drove his cock deep into her with each hard thrust.
He humped up and down, jerking his ass from side to side to enter her from different angles. His mouth came off hers and he licked along her lips and cheeks, then bit down on the nape of her neck and sucked hard. She moaned weakly, her eyes tearing again.
His hips pummeled her soft inner thighs, and she spread her legs wider in self-defense. His cock pushed deeper then but she couldn't close her legs again. He pumped wildly atop her for long minutes, then grunted and fell flat on her body, his chest heaving.
"My turn, the other man said. The short man rolled off her and the third guy gripped her by the hair and one hand, turning her onto her belly. He jammed a hand under her crotch and pulled her ass up into the air, then knelt behind her.
Holly pressed her hands against the ground to keep her face out of the dirt, then, on all fours, she was mounted. The man thrust his cock into her an buried it on the first stroke, shoving hard so she was almost knocked off her hands.
He seized her hips and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, not the short humping movements the first two had used. His cock slid back and forth, the cockhead, wider then the rest, punching against what felt like the very bottom of her cunt shaft as his hips hammered her buttocks.
Her eyes were almost knocked out of their sockets by the force of his humping. Her entire body was jarred and jerked back and forth as he pounded his cock into her fuck hole. Her pussy was by now almost numb, but still she felt the harsh movements of his bloated fuck wand as it drove into her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped.
"Ride her, Chuck! Ride her!"
"Rip that pussy apart, Chucky!"
"Lookit him go!"
Holly groaned, blinking her eyes in dazed misery as the man's cock drove into her with savage force. Her groin ached, her buttocks ached, her thighs ached, her head was pounding and her tits felt cut and torn as they swung back and forth beneath her.
Then the blonde man was kneeling in front of her. He gripped her hair and jerked her head up so hard she cried out in pain. She stared at his cock, almost erect again and pointing at her mouth.
"Suck me off, whore!" he snarled, shoving the cockhead at her lips.
She gurgled in denial as his cock slid past her lips and into her mouth. She'd sucked a cock only once before, but had no choice as he gripped her hair hard and cursed her. She slipped her tongue along the underside of the head, the way Susan had recommended, rubbing it over his cock as she sucked on it.
Behind her the other guy, Chuck, continued to pound his cock into her pussy with fierce deep thrusts that made her entire groin scream in pain. Her guts churned and roiled and she thought she might throw up on the cock in her mouth.
He was holding her hair hard, and fucking his cock back and forth in her mouth, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt. Holly tried to push against his hips to slow his pace, to control the depth of the strokes, but he slapped her hands away.
His cockhead kept smashing against the back of her mouth, against the entry to her throat, making her choke and cough and gag.
"Deep throat me, nigger girl," he hissed. "Take it in your throat!" She didn't know what he meant and when he cuffed her hard on the side of the head she was dazed and stopped sucking. He cursed her and thrust hard, and his cock slid right down her gullet.
Her eyes opened wide and she gave a brief chirp of horror before her voice was cut off, her throat blocked with cock meat. His prick slid right down into her throat until her nose was mashed against his belly, his cock hair grinding against her face.
He groaned and slid his cock up and down in her throat as she slapped hysterically at his hips. He cuffed her again, and pulled his cock back out, tubbing the wet, drooling meat against her face.
"like that, nigger girl?" he sneered.
The man behind her thrust so hard he knocked her off her arms and her upper body was held up only by the hair. He grunted as she cried out, and he held his cock inside her as he poured more sperm into her pussy.
She sobbed in despair as the man pulled out and moved back. The blonde man lifted her up by the hair, forcing her to sit back on her heels. Then he pulled her hair harder, forcing her to jerk up straight, though still on her knees.
"I love these tits," he said, squeezing her left breast as he pulled he head back by the hair.
"Gimmie a tit fuck, whore!" he snarled, letting go of her hair.
"Wha...what?" she whimpered.
"Take your tits in your hands and fuck them up and down on my cock, you stupid nigger loving whore!"
She looked down in shock at her breasts, then cried out as he slapped her face.
"Come on, you cheap cunt, we ain't got all day!"
She cupped her breasts fearfully, then as he knelt and held out his cock, she bent over and wrapped her heavy breasts around it, squeezing his cock between them. He started to hump up and down as she pressed her tits around it, and she rubbed them from side to side as he sighed in pleasure.
Her mind was numbed from the horror of what they were doing to her, and she was hardly thinking as he fucked her tits and she rubbed them against his cock. She had to bend far over to wrap her tits properly around his prong, and a hand slipped under her pussy and rubbed her. She ignored it.
The blonde man pulled her head up by the hair, jerking her tits away from his cock, then shoved it into her mouth again. She sucked helplessly as he pumped it in her mouth. Then he pulled it out and held it in his fist right in front of her face.
He held her by the hair, pumping his cock. A few seconds later a big wad of sperm shot out and hit her on the forehead. A split second later another fat wad of juice shot out and splatted on her nose, then more wads, a long stream of them, shot out onto her mouth and cheeks and nose and eyes.
He laughed, then rubbed his cock in her hair and stepped back. Still on her knees, she fell forward onto her face, groaning.
She felt something, but at first ignored it. Her mind was hardly working and she didn't realize what was going on. But as the pain mounted behind her it woke her a little, enough for her to understand what was happening.
"Oh no! Oh please no!" she whimpered, struggling to pull away.
The broad shouldered man dropped down and shoved her face down into the dirt, kneeling on her shoulders. Her ass was raised high in the air by the short man's hands. He held her easily as he pressed his cock against her asshole.
She sobbed and moaned and begged for mercy, but the three men only sneered and laughed as the short man worked his cock into her.
She cried out in pain as the cock gave a lurch forward. Someone slapped her ass hard, cursing her. The cock worked deeper, tearing her asshole apart as it drove into her.
"Oh my God!" she sobbed. "Oh my God!"
"You love it, you nigger loving slut!" a voice said.
"No! No! Don't do this to me! Please don't!"
The cock thrust in hard and she cried out again. It began to pump slowly up and down, with short movements, gradually working its way deeper and deeper into her anus. She felt it push high up into her guts, and her belly cramped and ached as the intruder drove into it.
"Ahhhh," he said, driving it in to the hilt, pressing his balls against her ass cheeks.
"UHHHhhhhh! Uuuuuuhhhhhh!" Holly moaned.
The cock tore backwards, then thrust in again. It pulled back, then pounded down into her. Soon it had torn her asshole open and was pumping easily. The man squatted behind her, holding her ass cheeks as he pumped the entire length of his cock up and down in her rectum. He groaned in pleasure as he watched his pole sliding back and forth through the girl's little round hole.
The other man jammed Holly's face into the dirt. She could hear him snigger as the short man sodomized her. Her big breasts were crushed under her and were scraping back and forth in the dirt as her body was jerked and pulled back and forth.
She was still wearing her jacket and shirt, which had now slid down around her shoulders. She tried to pull some fragments of them beneath her to put between her titties and the hard sandy ground but the man above her was jamming her shoulders into the ground to hard.
The cock pounded down her asshole, reaming her out with furious, pistoning strokes. Again her buttocks were hammered by male hips. Her knees were grinding into the dirt just like her tits, shoulders and face, and she could feel the cold sand and dirt and grass between her bare toes.
He held her ass high, and was fucking almost straight down into her rectum. The force of his thrusts smashed her knees down harder in the dirt as he grunted in pleasure.
Finally the man dropped his load down inside her anus, grunting with pleasure as he let it out. He slowed his pumping, then stopped, slapped her ass, and staggered away.
The big man let go of her shoulders and moved behind her, though she didn't see him. She didn't move at all as he got down on his knees behind her. He grabbed the collar of her shirt suddenly, pulling it, and her jacket right back over her shoulders, lifting her face and shoulders off the ground briefly by the pressure.
He tossed them behind her, then tore off her bra so she was completely naked. Holly no longer cared anyway. She fell back onto the sandy ground, her cheek pressed against the cold earth as she felt the man press his cock against her anus.
She shuddered as he drove it into her to the hilt, then closed her wet eyes.
The man pressed down on her shoulders, his belly coming down on her buttocks as he drove her flat on the ground. He fucked his cock up and down in her anus for long minutes, his hands continuing to support him as they pressed against her shoulder blades.
Her entire body was crushed into the dirt, and she almost felt like she was a part of it. She ground back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in time to his fucking movements, then he groaned and she felt his seed pumping into her asshole.
He pulled his cock away, and then there was silence. She didn't move for long minutes, laying flat, spread-eagled on the ground, naked, shivering with cold. Slowly, she looked up, then pushed herself up to a sitting position.
She could see nobody. She blinked her eyes as she rotated her head, numbed, dazed. She cupped her sore pussy, and her hand came away very wet. Fearing she was bleeding she raised it to her face, but in the moonlight saw it was a thick smear of sperm, not blood. Her asshole also felt wet and she could see the stickiness on chest between her breasts, could feel the sand sticking to her there, and between the legs.
She was still sitting there minutes later when Jason staggered over, bleeding from a cut to the head. He found her clothes and slowly dressed her, then helped her to her feet.
The two slowly made their way out of the field.
Erin
She felt her muscles tense up again. She glared out the window, ignoring Jake's snickers and trying to calm herself. She reminded herself that as a rookie, she couldn't afford to alienate the man, even if he was a pig.
"Now don't tell me you're mad at me," he taunted. She didn't answer.
"All I said was a girl with tits as big as yours could find other things to do besides being a cop."
"Fuck you, Jake," she finally said.
He snickered again, turning off Argyle onto Sun rise.
They had been partnered for three days now, and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. Rookie's weren't supposed to complain about anything, especially about their partners, but she was almost ready to violate the unwritten rules and complain about the filthy creep, even if it did cause her trouble with the rest of the guys.
It wasn't just the way he kept undressing her with his eyes. She was used to that. After all, she was six feet tall, thirty six, twenty-four, thirty-six, with a face that had put her through college as a model.
No, she was well used to being stared at by men.
It wasn't even the way he used every possible excuse to brush up against her, or to cop a feel or two. Growing up in New York, taking the subway to school, then to work, she was used to being groped.
No, what was driving her crazy was his filthy mouth. She'd never met a man with such a foul mouth or filthy imagination. His endless comments about her ass, her breasts, her face, her legs, and speculation and inquiries about her sex life, as well as constant bragging about the size of his cock, were driving her out of her mind.
"So tell, me Erin, what's the biggest cock you ever took?" he leered.
She sighed and turned her head away again, then yelped as he reached over and gave her tit a pinch.
She slapped his hand away as he laughed uproariously.
"If you don't watch your fucking hands, you bastard I'm going to break them off!" she snarled.
"Ahh, don't be so uptight," he sniffed.
"I mean it. You touch me again and I'll stick my gun up your ass and blow your brains out!"
They got a radio call just then and spent the next twenty-five minutes breaking up a fight between a husband and wife, both of whom had consumed enough vodka to knock an army platoon off its feet.
They finally settled things down and headed back to the squad car. Erin was wet with sweat, her uniform blouse sticking to her back. She took off her hand and shoved back a few loose strands of her short blonde hair as she looked up and watched the numbers over the elevator's doors going down.
Jake was standing beside her in the elevator and suddenly reached around behind her and slipped his hand under her buttocks, giving her a hard squeeze. She gasped and lurched forward as he snickered in amusement. But then she turned and rammed her knee up into his crotch.
He let out a gasp of pain and doubled over, dropping to his knees on the floor of the elevator. Erin moved to the corner of the car and glared at him as he clutched his balls and wheezed in pain.
"Fu...fuckin' bitch," he gasped.
"You touch me again and I'll castrate you."
"I was...was only bein'. . . bein' friendly," he groaned. "like shit."
"Didn't know...you was a . . . a fuckin' dyke," he breathed.
"I'm not a dyke. I just don't go for dirty, fat, balding old men, so keep your hands to yourself, Mullins."
The elevator reached the lobby and she stomped out, leaving him behind. She went back to the car and got in, then sat with her arms folded, waiting for him to recover enough to join her. He came out five minutes later, his face red, eyes dark with anger.
He got in the driver's side and slammed the door, then started the car and stomped down on the gas, sending it screeching forward. He was muttering angrily to himself, but she couldn't make out the words very well, and didn't try.
"Stuck up bitch," he muttered. "Think you're so good. Think you got a golden pussy, too good for me, too good for anyone. Fuckin whore."
That was their last call and they returned to the station.
She thought about reporting him, but once again decided not to. Maybe he'd learned his lesson at last. Next day she returned for the four to eight shift, determined to act nice, to put everything behind her and try to start fresh with Jake Mullins.
Apparently he wanted the same. He showed no sign of being mad, and made no comment about her figure, face or hair. He didn't even ask if she'd gotten any last night. They headed out to their patrol area, chatting about the new rules governing conduct towards minorities.
"Now what was that?" he said suddenly.
"What?" She turned to look where he was staring but saw nothing.
"Thought I saw some kid ducking back into that alley."
"Let's take a look," she shrugged. Nothing much ever happened in their patrol area so they had time to check out anything suspicious.
Jake turned the car around and turned into the alley, heading down slowly. They alley was dark but the car's headlights clearly showed a guy with long hair disappearing into a doorway halfway down the alley. Jake pulled up next to the door and stopped.
They got out and moved carefully over to the door. Jake opened it and looked inside. It was a store room of some kind, brightly lit. He pulled his gun and nodded her in. She pulled her own gun and they went in to look around.
Then the lights went out. She cursed and pulled her flashlight, flicking it on.
"You check that way," Jake whispered, pointing off to her right. She nodded and moved stealthily forward between the rows of metal shelves. She held her gun pointed upwards, moving slowly, her flashlight held out from her body.
Past the tall metal shelves was a big pile of folded boxes neatly stacked. The pile was only a few feet tall hut she still pointed her gun at the far side as she approached, wary of someone crouching hehind it.
Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, the one that held her gun. She gave a yell and turned her head towards the man but was hit in the face with a spray. She closed her eyes, fearing it was mace, but the smell and feel were entirely different.
The gun was yanked out of her hand and she was shoved forward, her knees hitting the pile of cardboard and causing her to fall forward onto the top of the pile. She opened her eyes as she scrambled around but her vision blurred terribly, then got gray, before fading out entirely. She couldn't see anything at all. She yelled in fear, calling for Jake, waiting to be shot.
Instead hands shoved her back and she fell across the pile of cardboard again. She heard laughter coming from more than one man. Blinded, she was helpless, unable to fight anyone. She called for Jake again but there was no answer.
Hands gripped her feet and yanked them upwards. She grabbed for her nightstick but a hand got there first, jerking it away. Other hands were at her Sam Browne belt, undoing it. There were at least three men there, she thought. No, four. Her hands were grabbed and pulled up above her head, then slammed down against the cardboard above her and held there.
"Who is this? Leave me alone!" she yelled.
"Shut up, cop," said a sneering voice. "You're gonna get just what you deserve."
She felt her Sam Browne belt pulled off, and heard it tossed onto the floor. Then the hands began undoing her pants belt. She tried to kick at them but her ankles were held tightly, pulled up and apart. She gasped in shock and humilation as her pants loosened and were pulled down her legs.
Her ankles were pulled together long enough for her pants to be jerked over them, then they were pulled wide again. Hands undid her shoes while other fingers undid the buttons of her uniform shirt.
"Let me go, you fuckers!" she raged.
"Fuckers is what we're gonna be in a minute, slut," one of the voices said. The others chuckled and she jerked her head wildly from side to side, trying desperately to see, to know how many there were. But she could see nothing.
Her shirt parted and they pulled it up her arms and off, leaving her clad now only in her panties and bra. They pressed her back flat against the cardboard then, seemingly in no hurry. She strained at the hands holding her hands and feet but couldn't pull free.
A hand stroked her bare belly, rubbing across her straining flesh as she tried again to pull free.
"Now, now, just relax and enjoy it, baby," a voice said.
A hand slid onto her leg behind the knee, then began sliding its way upwards along her inner thigh. Another hand began stroking her skin up above her hra, running across her upper chest and over her shoulders. The first hand was still gliding around on her belly, moving in slow circles.
The hand sliding up her thigh reached her groin and cupped her pussy through the thin fabric of her nylon panties. She gasped and strained again, but after long exhausting seconds fell limp.
The hand stroked lightly back and forth against her pussy, then moved upwards. Fingers gripped the sides of her panties and slowly, tauntingly slowly, tugged them downwards, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy hair, then her thin slit.
"Nice lookin' pussy," a voice said. She whimpered, mortified, as the panties were pulled down around her ankles, then off.
One of the other hands was now stroking the flesh of her upper breasts. It rubbed softly, then slid inside her right bra cup. Fingers rubbed her nipple, pinching and twisting it. Then the hand withdrew and her bra was undone. It too was removed and she was spread-eagled naked before the unknown men.
Before, she had prayed for Jake to come, or for their backup to arrive, now she knew she would be humiliated beyond all measure if they showed up and found her like this. She was torn between desperately wanting them to arrive before she was raped, and wanting just as desperately for no one to ever find out what happened to her.
She fought back a sob as hands began moving on her body, one, two, four, six, eight, ten, so many she couldn't keep track. They were no longer so gentle either. They squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, stroked her thighs and chest and hair and arms. Two hands were fighting for possession of her groin, squeezing and pinching her pussy lips.
A finger was forced inside her, then a third hand was jammed up under her buttocks and a finger probed at her anus. She strained again and again, trying to pull free, but not succeeding. The hands groped and fondled and pinched her everywhere, making her frantic with fear and embarrassment.
The hands were withdrawn, except those holding her down, and she felt a looming presence, then hairy thighs pressed against her own thighs. Nearly hyperventilating, she pulled desperately at the hands holding her down, but it was hopeless.
She felt something soft, yet hard, pressing against her slit. It rubbed up and down several times, then pushed forward, the pressure on her pussy lips mounting as the thing, a cock, she knew, pushed between them. She gave a mental shout of denial as she felt a thick male erection slide through her pussy lips and force its way down into her soft belly.
It drove deep into her, fighting the tightness and dryness of her vagina. The pressure was relentless. The man settled atop her. She felt his weight crushing her chest, and then felt his balls against her buttocks as he buried his organ inside her sheath.
He groaned just above her face, then kissed her on the lips. She tore her face free but a hand gripped her hair and held it as the mouth returned to hers. His other hand fondled her breast as he began to pump slowly inside her.
His cock moved in slow jerky movements and she gasped in pain as it rasped over her dry flesh. She was writhing helplessly, her limbs pulling against the men who held her, her body shaking and jerking desperately. Yet the weight was overwhelming and the strength of the hands holding her overwhelming.
She could not break free, could do nothing to oppose the man atop her as his cock twisted around inside her belly. She gave a gasp and then a sob as the man ground his loins into her, his hairy belly and scraping against her silky skin.
She felt impaled on the thick, brutal instrument, felt it pulsing and throbbing deep inside her belly. His hands mashed and twisted her naked breasts and he chuckled low in his throat, echoed by the others. She was almost sobbing in humiliation, her tough girl exterior ripped from her like her clothes.
His teeth fastened on her throat and he bit down hard, making her yelp in pain. His teeth pinched her flesh as his lips sucked hard and long at her ivory neck. His hips continued to grind from side to side, tearing his big fuck-wand around inside her guts.
He jerked his ass up and thrust down, making his cock-stick pump inside her. His teeth pulled free of her throat only top bite down a few inches higher. His mouth sucked again, even harder than before. His hands fondled her breasts as he began to hump his hips up and down, plunging the fuck-tool in and out of her tight snatch.
His prong slid up and down in her stinging pussy, making her whimper and groan in pain. His mouth pulled up then slid down again. Again he bit her, again he sucked hard as his cock worked up speed inside her pussy.
She gnashed her teeth as the man bit down on her yet again, tearing her head back in fury as she thrashed wildly, trying yet again to pull free of her tormentors.
She heard amused sniggers and the man picked up the pace, his hard, heavy hips rising high, then falling heavily as he sent his organ thrusting deep into her belly.
His big tool fucked down into her with faster and faster movements, the man growling and grunting as he pounded his meat down into her.
She went limp, giving up the fight.
The cock pumped faster and faster and the man's face finally came away from her throat, his body rising onto his elbows as he put more energy into his thrusts. His cock rammed into her with savage fury, making her gasp in pain now with each thrust.
He was pistoning it back and forth inside her with desperate energy, then he groaned and speeded up even more as he gurgled in pleasure. Erin felt his semen flooding her, pouring down into her womb as the man came off inside her. She closed her stinging eyes in misery.
The man got off her but the hands didn't let her go. Another man took his place. Another cock was placed against her slit, then thrust home.
The second man did not lie on her. He squatted or knelt between her legs, his hands roaming her belly and over her breasts as he let his cock slide back and forth in her slit. Then he gripped her hips and held still, poised just inside her.
He jerked her body upwards then, at the same time as he thrust forward hard. His cock speared her, stabbing into her like a knife, tearing through her tender flesh and punching into her cervix with a single hard thrust that drew a cry of pain from her lips.
He pulled back, then repeated the act, ramming his tool into her like he was trying to kill her. Again and again and again he hammered his cock down into her depths, each time jerking her slender body up against him to make the impact even harder.
She yelped and groaned and moaned with each vicious penetration, but could do nothing to counter his brutal torment. It went on and on, thrust after thrust, no real pumping, just that terrible piercing, that deep, stabbing penetration.
The cock pulled out of her and she felt a sudden weight on her belly as the man crawled up her body and sat straddling her. He shifted his weight forward and Erin felt his hairy ass sliding up under her breasts. His hands seized her fat melons, and she felt his cock straight and hard, resting against her chest between them.
Then he mashed her sensitive mounds down around his log, squeezing and mashing them around it as he slid the cock up and down against her chest. He kneaded and crushed her tits like sponges as he fucked her tits with his tube of meat. His hands crushed her titties around it as he worked the thing up and down in her cleavage.
He fucked harder and harder until, after a fast spurt of intense speed, her stopped. She felt a wetness on her cheek and chest as he got off her.
She felt another cock placed against her cunt, and felt her cunt pulled open. The cock entered her and began a fast, excited fuck as more hands squeezed her tits.
Cock after cock was thrust into her numbed pussy, as fingers pinched and twisted and squeezed her breasts and teeth bit and chewed and gnawed at her throat and mouths sucked her fiercely, giving her hickeys everywhere.
She wondered how many of them there were, and how long it could possibly take for Jake, or some backup to come to her assistance, but the attack seemed to go on forever.
Had she been able to see she would have been surprised to see Jake sitting on a folding chair a few feet away, watching. He had been the first to rape her. Gathered around her were six more cops, all in uniform or partial uniforms, watching the last of them humping at the tired girl's naked body.
Jake got up and motioned to the men holding her ankles and legs. The man fucking her sighed and pulled up, getting off her, and the four men suddenly flipped her over onto her belly, pulling her legs and arms wide once more. Jake prepared for his second ride, his cock long since hard from witnessing the crude treatment of his snotty partner.
He climbed onto the cardboard pad and knelt between the trembling girl's legs, his hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks and sliding up and down her thighs. He took his hard, knobby nosed cock and placed it against her cunt, then, slowly eased it into her. He let the juices now filling her snatch moisten his cock, then pulled out and pressed his tool against her asshole.
She squealed in dismay, trying with renewed desperation to pull herself free of them. The men grinned to each other and chuckled as they easily held the thrashing blonde down and held her legs wide apart.
Jake pressed the nose of his cock against her crinkled little hole, applying more and more pressure to force the fat cockhead into her rectum. It slowly forced the hole open and sank into her as Erin gasped and panted and whimpered in horror and pain.
His cockhead forced her hole wide open and disappeared inside her. The rest of his cock followed as she screamed in rage and fury. Someone forced a soft rubber gag into her mouth to shut her up, and then a hand gripped her hair, forcing her face down against the cardboard. She sputtered and choked as her harsh, ragged breathes drew in a dusty, powdery substance.
Her nostrils burned, then her head seemed to explode, sending wildfire tearing through her nerves and muscles. She shook and spasmed, her body twitching and jerking helplessly as convulsions wracked her body. Her mind was in turmoil, swept by a roaring inferno of pleasure.
She had no idea what was going on, and her ability to understand it was rapidly disintegrating along with her mind.
The men watched with pleased grins as Jake's fat cock slid deeper and deeper into the squirming girl's asshole. With half of it inside her he began to pump slowly, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her buttocks and squeezing it tightly.
He worked more and more of it into her with his powerful thrusts, until finally he had buried the entire length inside the panting, moaning blonde girl's butt. He let it rest there momentarily as his hands roamed her buttocks and slid up and down her body, then he pulled it back, he and the others watching as inch after inch of gleaming wet cock tube slid out from her anus.
With the tip just inside her slammed his hips forward and thrust the entire length into Erin's rectum. She gave a choked cry, barely heard through the gag, and her body shook violently, but there was nothing she could do to hinder the hard pumping he began to inflict on her tormented anal opening.
His big prick thrust in and out with no regard to her comfort. In fact, Jake was cruelly using more force than he ever would had she agreed to be fucked in the ass, wanting to hurt her.
There was little pain in Erin's mind, though. Her ragged senses were still flailing about in near total disorientation as her body flared with hot, gut-churning pleasure. Her senses seemed heightened, and she felt the big cock pumping away inside her like she held it in the palm of her hand.
She was hardly aware of it when her arms and legs were released, and certainly not aware of the pictures being taken, pictures that did not show anyone's face but hers.
Jake pulled out and flipped her onto her back, then gathered her trembling legs and shoved them back against her body, opening her anus for him once again. He pressed his cock against her half open hole and buried it inside her again, humping down into her as he held her legs up on his shoulders.
Hands gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the round white meat. Fingers pinched and twisted her pink nipples, pulling them hard to distend the wobbling round melons around them.
Her body was pulled up to the edge of the pad so her head hung over. Her gag was removed, then she felt something at her mouth. She blinked her eyes, still blinded, but opened her mouth instinctively. Something thick and warm slid into her oral cavity and she instinctively recognized it and began to suck.
Hands continued to fondle her breasts, each hard squeeze sending the heat flaring up higher in her chest. Her mind spun and she grunted helplessly, overwhelmed by the delirious ecstasy rushing through her veins. She humped back against Jake's cock, not knowing why but loving the sensation of hard, deep penetration.
She sucked on the cock in her mouth like a baby sucking at its mother's tit, her tongue working softly as she moaned around it and suckled in delight.
"That must be good shit, man. Look at the whore getting off," someone said.
"Put her on her side. We can get another cock into the bitch."
Still blinded, Erin felt herself shifted, tilted onto her side. She felt something pressing against her cunt, and then crooned with pleasure as she was penetrated, and the cock began to pump into her with quick strokes.
She writhed in orgasmic pleasure, her body confused and her nervous system blasted out of control. The cock was pulled from her mouth and she heard a voice speaking next to her, saying words she knew but did not understand, telling her to do something, though she knew not what.
"Say Fuck me," the voice said. "Come on, Erin. Say, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Say, fuck me hard."
The two pumping prick halted and her hair was tugged hard, bringing a dagger of pain into her glossy pink world of delight.
"Say, fuck me, Erin. Beg for it," the voice demanded. "Say fuck me."
"Fu...fuck me," she gasped.
"Louder."
"Fuck me!" she groaned.
They pumped slowly, very slowly.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried.
The video camera rolled as the two cock hammered into her spread loins. Her eyes were wide and wild as she shook and twitched in glad pleasure.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Fuck meeee! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried, jerking helplessly as an orgasm washed through her, then a second, then a third.
"Sooo gooooood!" she whimpered. "OOh-hhhhhhhh!"
The cock pushed against her mouth and she sucked it in, slurping and sucking with more energy, her body wild, almost shaking with the energy coursing through it.
Sperm jetted up her asshole, and after a furious pumping the big cock withdrew. Another took its place, then another, then another. Her cunt swallowed even more, as several more pairs of cops arrived to share in the fun. Her vision began to return, but her mind was too blitzed to put the images into any kind of coherent form. She came so many times her body was a sweating, cum stained limp rag doll to be thrown around and posed however the men wanted.
In the end she woke in her own bed, still naked and filthy. She had no idea how she'd gotten there at first, though she remembered the start of the attack on her, and some of what happened afterwards.
Her head and body ached, and she moaned in misery as she sat up. She staggered out of the bed to the bathroom, and only after a long shower did she notice the note next to the VCR in the living loom. It said, WATCH ME.
She turned on the TV and VCR and watched with growing horror as she was wildly used by perhaps a dozen men, all their faces covered or off camera. Her face turned dark red and she trembled in shock as she saw herself writhing in joy and sexual abandon, double, then triply pierced by big male cocks.
She knew now what had happened to her, and knew also that there was nothing she could do about it. She could do nothing that might get such a tape exposed to her superiors. She would have to do what her rapists wished, which she knew would he more than just keeping quiet.
Somehow the thought not only horrified her, but excited her as well.
Jennifer
If it weren't against the rules she would have worn, ear plugs all night long. As it was she could only get away with that when Jerry wasn't around. Jennie worried about her hearing sometimes, as the pounding music poured out of the speakers all around the disco. Still, it was a great job, with good tips, and she needed it if she was going back to college in the fall. She'd only been here a couple of weeks, but was already adept at picking her way through the crowded dance floor and even more crowded tables in the near darkness, with the lights flashing and the mist swirling around her knees.
like all the girls she wore a high heels, a tight black mini skirt, black stockings, a white blouse with a red bow tie, and a black hip length jacket. Her hair, which she would have liked to tie up tightly, was hanging loose around her head and flowing over the shoulders of her black jacket in a golden wave of silk.
Well, that was just as well, the better she looked the more tips she made, and if the swirling hair made her job more difficult, the money was worth it. She smiled constantly, displaying her perfect white teeth and full, sensuous lips, wanting the customers to like her.
Her long legs, perfectly sculpted and tapered, were also big helps in her quest for high tips, and though she suffered the occasional grope, she knew the mini-skirt was well worth it. It was a sexist world, she sighed, and if her long legs, her shapely behind and her pretty face got her more money, well, who was she to complain.
She smiled at a half drunken guy in a blue suit as she passed. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her, and she knew he was staring at her ass and thighs as she moved on. He said something which she didn't make out. One thing the loud music was good for was droning out dirty comments from perverts.
She went to the bar and got a half a dozen drinks for table seven, groaning as another old fogy song came over the sound system. The disco catered to the thirty-something crowd, and so played music not to the taste of a nineteen year old college girl.
She took the drinks back to the tables, mentally calculating what her tip would be from the group of people there. Tonight would be a good one, she thought, the place was packed.
She delivered the drinks, smiled prettily, then turned and made her way across the edges of the dance floor. Somebody in the crowd managed to dart a hand out and grope her breast, and she almost dropped the tray of empty glasses.
She turned and glared at the crowd but couldn't make out who's hand it had been in the near darkness and blinking lights. She went on to the bar, thinking of how she'd no doubt look back on this place with fondness when she was a lawyer.
The saw by the clock over the bar that it was nearly twelve. She had to call her mother every two hours. It was the only way to keep her from calling here. She thought the place was a den of iniquity that would surely lure her little precious virgin into hell.
Well, in fact she wasn't a virgin, and though there were drugs in evidence here and there, most of the people here were middle class yuppies and used only booze to get themselves high.
She pushed her way through the crowd, catching just the tips of someone's fingers as the guy tried to slip them under her skirt. She cursed them all as dirty old men and got through to the other side, going out into the entrance hall, then turning left and going up the stairs to the women's bathroom.
There was a long line of women waiting outside and she knew it would take forever to get in to use the phone in the powder room. She turned and went down the hall past the men's room. Just around the corner were several wooden phone booths.
Even up here the music pounded furiously, for the management had been kind enough, or stupid enough, she thought, to install speakers up here. There was even a drunken couple dancing up the hall.
She got into one of the phone booths and closed the door, dimming out about ninety percent of the noise. The phone booths with their nearly sound proof walls and doors were one of the few things in this place she approved of.
She dialed home, told her mother she could go to bed, that she wasn't taking any drugs and wasn't going to run off with a greasy arab or some hairy chested playboy, then hung up with a sigh. She turned and opened the door, and was immediately assaulted by the blaring music.
It made her pause for a second, and then from out of nowhere someone was shoving her back into the phone booth.
"Hey!" she yelled, the words drowned out by the music.
He was a big guy, and drunk. He forced her back against the wall and mashed his lips against hers. She cursed and tried to push him off as one of his hands seized her hair and the other slid between her legs, forcing her leg up and back.
"Let me go you fucker!" she snarled, pounding on his chest with her small hands. He tore at her hair, forcing her head back. She gasped in pain, then gurgled as his tongue shot into her mouth. Her shoulders were slammed back into the corner of the phone booth and her left leg shoved up high and hard against one wall.
His hand jammed in between her thighs then, squeezing her pussy through her panties. He seized them and tore them from her with one powerful jerk. She tried to scream again but his mouth covered hers and his body crushed her into the back of the phone booth.
The music screamed around them and people passed by in the near darkness, either not noticing or assuming they were a pair of lovers. Nobody interfered as the man undid his zipper and brought his cock out.
Jennie cried out in shock and fear when she felt it pressing against her naked pussy. She struggled with new fury, but her left arm was crushed between one wall and her body and her right was easily pushed back by his shoulder.
He was older, perhaps forty, with thick curly hair.
His face was rough, needing a shave, and he had a moustache and a large mouth. His eyes gleamed as he stared at her, and then she grunted and cried out again as his cock entered her and thrust up high into her belly.
She tried to scream again but his mouth mashed down on hers, locking tightly as his tongue slithered inside her oral cavity like a maddened snake. His hips pounded against her thighs, ramming her left leg back against the wall again and again.
His cock drove up high inside her. It was long, and very thick. Jennie gasped and her eyes teared from the pain as the fat organ stabbed into her repeatedly. His hand gripped her thigh again, shoving it back and holding it against the wall as he pumped more smoothly.
Her mind was in a state of shock that she could be assaulted right here inside the club and nobody would help. She could see nothing beyond the man's massive body. Her own body was shielded from the sight of the few patrons who passed by.
The man clutched her soft buttocks and his fingers dug into the warm flesh, clawing hard at them. She whimpered helplessly, then grunted and moaned in despair as she felt him force a finger up into her asshole.
Her crotch and thighs ached as he continued ram his lower body into her. He kept firm control of her head, holding tightly to her curly blonde hair, yet even when she held her face still and submitted to his oral rape he continued to tug and twist her hair.
He pulled his mouth from hers at last, sniggering loud enough for her to hear in the small, soundproof booth.
"Dirty whore," he leered. "like it, baby? Wagging your ass around all night! Think you can do that and not get fucked you little whore?"
He stuck his tongue out and licked a long trail up the side of her face, then licked her forehead and along the underside of her jaw. He let go of her hair at last and she groaned in relief, but his hand slipped up between their bodies and clutched her right titty, mashing it through her blouse.
He tore her shirt open, simple enough as it closed down the front with snap buttons, then ripped her thin bra and groped her bare titties as his cock continued to thrust up into her fuck pipe.
Jennie had stopped trying to fight and was just waiting for him to finish, her mind and body both numbed by the sudden brutal assault.
He continued to ram his sex into her for several long minutes before he groaned and halted with his organ buried inside her guts. Sne imagined the sticky wads of cum spurting into herself and cringed inwardly.
She was relieved though, that he had cum, that the attack was done. No doubt he would no leave.
He seemed in no hurry to do so, though. He continued to lick and kiss her face, his hand groping, squeezing her breasts, fondling her nipples, pinching and pulling at them so they hardened.
She felt his cock softening and he eased himself backwards, but made no effort to open the door and leave the little booth, instead he gave her another awful leering smile and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor of the booth.
She was facing his flaccid cock and he gripped her hair again as he rubbed the cum stained prick across her face.
"Suck it hard again, girly, and I'll throw you another fuck," he said.
Her heart sank and she groaned in misery. Not only was he staying but down here she was all but invisible to any passersby, for the sides of the booth were all wood up to waist height, and glass only from there. Down on her knees nobody could see she was even in the booth.
The man jerked sharply on her hair and pushed his soft cock against her lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the thing inside. She sucked on it as she drew it in, her tongue rubbing carefully along the underside of the head.
He continued to grip her hair, now with both hands as he sighed in pleasure. Jennie's mind was no completely numb, almost detached from her body as she sucked mechanically on the man's already growing erection.
Soon she was bobbing her lips back and forth on the hardened organ as he slowly humped his hips back and forth, fucking the cock into her face. Her hands dropped limp at her sides and she simply knelt there as though anaesthetized while he pumped his thick cock into her mouth.
He pulled harder on her hair, forcing the dazed girl to her feet again, turning her around and jamming her face first into the back of the phone booth. She felt him jerk her mini upwards and felt his hands on her behind.
His finger pushed into her anus again, and pumped slowly, then withdrew. A moment later she felt his erection pushing against her little round hole. She thought little about it, being too numbed by then. His cock eased up into her asshole with slow jabs.
It forced her anus wide and the pain was sharp, but did not last long as he drove the thing all the way up into her guts. She felt his balls pressing against her buttocks as he gnawed on the side of her throat and ground his hips into her.
His cock moved around inside her rectum as he brought his hands around her and cupped both breasts, squeezing them hard. He slowly began to pump his cock, using short strokes at first. His right hand slid down her bare belly and in between her thighs, rubbing at her slit, his finger searching for her clitty.
He rubbed her fuck button as he did a slow motion grind into her anus, his cock pumping slowly, now moving from side to side, his pants scraping against her soft ass flesh, his zipper pinching her anal opening.
She didn't move, had hardly the strength or awareness to stand up. Her face was still pressed into the back wall of the phone booth as his heavy framed body moved against her.
In her dulled state it was some time before she became aware, in a vague sort of way, that her body was feeling pleasure. She took little interest in it, though acknowledging the pleasurable feelings. Her breasts were hardened, flaring with heat as his fingers moved into and around them, her clitty was sizzling with lust as his fingers continued to rub, stroke and squeeze the little bud.
The pleasure grew, eating away at her detachment, slowly drawing her back into herself, to the awareness of the raw sensuality gripping her loins, to the sensations of steaming heat streaming through her bloodstream, rippling up and down her nervous system.
Her eyes blinked in wonder and dazed consternation. She felt her body flying higher and higher, her belly heaving and churning and raging, a massive vortex of blistering sexual heat tearing through her innards.
"No," she whimpered.
Then her head jerked back as a sudden spasm of lust burned through her spine. She gasped for breath, the wind all but knocked out of her. Her forehead fell against the wall, then her head jerked back again, even further, her back arching as muscle spasms wracked her body and her mind reeled under frantic sensations of blaring ecstatic release.
She came with a furious crescendo of shrieking sexual eruptions, her body jerking and shuddering as though undergoing a violent seizure.
Somewhere in the midst of it she felt a flood of liquid heat blasting up into her asshole, felt it coating her insides with sticky, steamy goo.
She couldn't think straight, could hardly think at all, knew nothing but glorious pleasure that ripped the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her mind, leaving a quivering frame of flesh behind.
And then she was sinking down, down, to the bottom of the booth, turning, her back against the wall, her legs spread as she slid to one side to be propped against a wall, staring dull eyed at the floor.
The man left quickly, but she remained there, sitting on the floor, staring, her eyes starting to flutter even as her chest heaved. She drew in great lungs full of air and groaned weakly. Finally, after several minutes, she pulled herself to her shaky feet and stumbled out into the darkened hall and the blaring music, leaving her torn panties behind.
Kim
Kim had not been in America for long. The lovely Japanese girl, who normally worked as a greeting girl in a big Tokyo department store, had come to New York as one of the representatives of Haikado Inc, who were working on the buyout of a big American department store chain.
Kim's duties in Tokyo were to stand at the entrance and smile and bow deeply to customers who entered her store, greeting and welcoming them, and saying "Welcome to Haikado Department store, honorable Sir
Madam."
She was chosen for this job because of her sweet, round face, her bright brown eyes, and her slender, but nubile body, and also because of her soft, friendly voice.
Here in New York she was showing the Americans what a greeting girl was, and also serving tea, coffee and refreshments at the meetings between the Japanese and American executives. She was very pleased to do this, for not only was it an honor to have been selected from all the other greeting girls at Haikado Inc, but she got a fee holiday in the bargain.
Of course, she had to work ten hours a day, which left little opportunity for site-seeing, and meant that she must often travel at night. This worried her a little, for she had heard that American cities were filled with crime.
Still, she had often ridden on the subway late at night in Tokyo, and found it safer than during the rush hour crowds, when she was often pinched and groped in the tight press of the crowd. She assumed things were much the same on the New York subway.
Besides, she had very little money to be stolen, so she felt safe enough.
She got into a car containing several middle-aged people, then sat down, pulled a book from her plastic bag, and began to read. The subway pulled away, and began speeding along its route, making several stops to pick up and let off people.
She did not look up when the car stopped again, knowing she was some distance from her hotel. She didn't see the half-dozen young black men sauntering into the car, and if she had would not have been especially alarmed.
The few other residents of the car saw them, however, and knew them for gang members. They all quickly hurried out the doors just before they stopped.
The gang did not hinder them, proud of the fear they caused in others and intent on the pretty kxiking Japanese girl in the white pants and blue top.
They moved slowly up to her. Kim did not look up from her book as the gang surrounded her. Two of them sat on the seats which backed against hers. They looked down on her from above, grinning at each other. The others moved around in front of her. Two sat down on the seats to either side of the young Japanese girl.
She looked up in surprise, her head swiveling from side to side. She did not notice the two looking down on her but saw the three standing in front of her seat, grinning at her. Nervously, she smiled and bobbed her head.
"Good Evening, Honorable sirs," she said politely, in fractured English. The gang members were surprised, then laughed in glee.
"Honorable sir!" one of them howled. "We honorable sirs, man."
One of those looking down at her slid his fingers through her hair and she jerked forward, looking up in alarm.
"Hey, baby," he said, sliding his tongue out and running it back and forth from side to side.
"Whas' your name, baby?" the guy sitting on her right asked, sliding his arm over her shoulders.
"Yeah, honey, what they call you?" the one on her other side asked, his fingers sliding across her cheek. Kim cringed down between them, her head looking back and forth in fear.
"You kinda cute for a Jap," one of those standing said.
"Yeah, looks like she's got nice titties too," another sniggered.
"lessee." The guy sitting on her right slid his hand down onto her chest and cupped her right breast through her thing blue buttondown shirt.
"Please," Kim gasped, pushing his hand away. They gang member snickered in amusement. The boy on her left cupped her left breast and she whimpered and folded her arms over her chest, eyes wide with fright.
"Please! Please!" she said. "Please, honorable sirs!"
The boy on her right slid his hand behind her head and twisted it sharply to the side, then mashed his lips down against hers. Kim gasped, then moaned in shock as his tongue darted into her mouth. She reached up to push him away and one of those standing before her leaned over and groped her breasts roughly.
"No! No!" she cried, trying to push him away.
Her wrists were grabbed and pulled up beside her by one of the gang members looking over her shoulders. He pinioned them to the seat back next to her shoulders as a guy with a shaved head leaned forward and unbuttoned her blouse. The gang member snickered each time a button was opened, and Kim gave a cry of "Please!"
She squirmed weakly, shocked and horrified by the crude assault, and humiliated as the man pulled her blouse open and revealed her white bra, and the soft golden skin of her chest and belly.
He gripped her bra and jerked back hard, tearing it completely off her as the others yelled in approval. Kim screamed, then closed her eyes in shame as the gang members gazed down at her proud breasts. She gave a low cry as hands, several of them, fought over her breasts, squeezing and kneading and clawing at them.
Then there was a hand at her pants and they were yanked down hard, jerking her legs in the air as they were torn down her legs and off. Hands jammed in between her thighs, groping her loins through the thin white panties she wore. She sobbed in horror, keeping her eyes closed, unable to look any of them in the face as they beheld her nudity.
"Nice tits for a Jap."
"Let's see this."
Her panties were torn from her and hands clutched at her bare pussy, fingers digging at her tender cunt flesh.
"Please not to! Please not to!" she cried, sobbing in near hysterical fear.
Virginity was almost a prerequisite for Japanese girls to be married, so of course, she had no experience with sex at all. Even kissing someone other than a husband was considered risque in Japan.
Her head was twisted aside again and the man on her right stuffed his tongue into her mouth as he slid his wet lips over hers. He fondled and squeezed her right breast as the boy on her left bent over and sucked on her left nipple, chewing and biting the little brown bud.
She struggled to pull her mouth free of the boy on her right, and succeeded, only to have her head pulled back sharply and another pair of lips affixed to hers. Another tongue slid into her oral cavity as fingers pinched her pussy lips and tried to force their way into her.
She sobbed piteously, but they only laughed, their hands groping and fondling her body all over. Her head was pulled to her right and another boy kissed her hard, then it was pulled back again and the second guy looking over her shoulders kissed her roughly.
She yowled as a finger pierced her and wiggled up inside.
"Cunt's a virgin," a voice said.
"Dibs!"
"Fuck you!"
"I get to pop her!"
"Eat shit! I do!"
"You assholes shut up. I'm the boss here. I pop the bitch!" the bald headed guy said.
He moved in between her legs, gripping them behind the knees and lifting them up, shoving them back to either side of her body. Those behind her gripped her ankles and pulled them up high, jamming her knees into the back of the seat and exposing her entire crotch and rounded little ass.
"No, please! No, please!" Kim sobbed, trembling in terror.
"Sure is a polite bitch," one of them noted to laughter.
"Rip her cherry, Dome."
Dome unzipped his jeans and brought out a thick black cock, already getting hard. He wagged it at the terrified girl, taunting her with it as he snickered and moved closer to her. His mouth was wide, his teeth white as he sneered down at her and pressed his fat round cockhead closer to her crotch.
She whimpered in agonized fright as she watched the bulbous black cock-nose slide up against her virginal slit. Dome touched it to her and she cringed in shock and horror. He rubbed it up and down over her tight furred slit as she squirmed and sobbed in helpless terror.
Then he leaned into her, bringing his weight to bear on her tightly closed fuck tunnel. He pressed the head of his cock against her little pink opening and began to shove it into her, putting more and more pressure on the little fuck opening.
Kim cried out loud, but did not scream, for that was against her nature. Always she had been taught it was undignified to make loud noises, or to show emotions in public. Now, despite the horror she found herself in she only whimpered and sobbed, and begged in stilted English, for them to stop.
The big cock forced her cunt lips wide, wide apart, stretching the elastic flesh which had never been stretched before. It resisted, but his thick round tube of male meat held it wide as he pushed it forward. Kim gasped and grit her teeth against the pain as her pussy entrance was ripped wide, and the dark, thick intruder began to slide into her body.
She could do nothing to resist as the male organ slid into her pussy, ramming into her tightly closed fuck tunnel, forcing the flesh apart as it pushed remorselessly forward. She gasped and moaned as more and more cock drove into her slender body, impaling her against the back of the seat.
The cock met an obstruction, the prized sign of her virginity. Dome grinned and eased back, then thrust into her. With a cry of agony, both mental and physical, Kim felt her cherry torn apart, and the big thick black cock pushed deeper into her belly.
She shuddered and her eyes closed against the tears as Dome thrust into her with savage desire, embedding his steel hard prong in the tight, warm depths of her belly. He let it rest there, his balls pressing against her upturned buttocks, her body and flesh warm around it. He could feel her pulse and the beat of her heart through his cock, and sighed in pleasure.
"Fuckin' little Jap bitch is tight as a vice," he gasped.
"Loosen her up then."
The subway car pulled into a station. Several of the watchers moved to the two doors, while others stepped in front of the two, hiding Kim from anyone walking past the car. Dome pressed his hand against Kim's lips and held it there.
With the two gang members leaning in the door nobody chose to go near the car, and it soon started up again.
Dome drew back his cock, then thrust into her, the thick cock stabbing her like a knife, thrusting into her body with terrible pain. She sobbed in agony, gritting her teeth again. Dome laughed and pulled his ass back, then rammed forward again, and again, and again, pounding his cock into her tight cunt until he had battered the muscles into submission.
The others gathered around, watching and grinning as he fondled her breasts and pounded his meat down into her gaping cunt crack. His heavy weight smashed into her repeatedly, making the entire seat frame shake with the force of the blows.
Kim slid downwards until her back rested on the seat and her head was jammed forward by the back. Her knees were jammed into the back of the seat next to her head as Dome rammed himself down into her, mashing her into the seat and rutting wildly into her sheath.
He gave a moan and came, his juice gushing down into her dry pussy, trickling deep into her belly and into her womb.
He sighed and pulled back, only to be replaced by another. Kim stared in dazed shock as the second boy fitted his nozzle to her hole and thrust into her. Again she was pummeled by a heavy male body, her buttocks bruised by the repeated impacts. She whimpered in misery but did nothing to resist as the second boy hammered into her for long minutes, then came inside her.
"Takin' too long," Dome said. He gripped Kim by the hair and dragged her off the seat. She fell to her knees on the floor. He reached down and jerked her open shirt off, leaving her naked except for her tennis shoes. He pulled her forward onto her hands and knees, then gestured to one of the gang members as another knelt behind her.
Kim felt hands on her hips, and a male groin pressed to her buttocks. Then her cunt was pierced, a long, thick prong thrust up into her.
Another of the gang members knelt in front of her, gripping her hair and pressing his cock against her mouth. She gave a gasp of horror and he shoved it into her mouth. She tried to halt it, but it was too late.
"Suck it, whore!" the man hissed. "Suck that cock, pussy."
"Yeah, drink it, Jap!"
She knew what they wanted, had heard girlfriends giggling over it, over the shocking depravity of the act, the disbelief that any woman would do such a thing. She fought down nausea as the cock twisted and pumped in her mouth, but would not suckle on it.
A hand cuffed her, and stars filled her head. She was slapped again, then again, still she refused. A hand gripped her left tit, hanging below her, and squeezed cruelly, twisting the tender flesh around and around. She cried out in pain, then began to suck on the cock in her mouth.
The cock in her pussy was rutting into her with furious speed. The gang member behind, rode her with gleeful force, pounding his tool up and down her formerly virgin cunt-tunnel, glorying in his power over her.
The gang member in front began pumping his cock, fucking her face with it as the knobby head threatened to punch its way into her throat. Kim sucked desperately, hoping to keep it from going in deeper, wanting him to finish and go away.
Her body was jerking and swinging from the hard blows of the other man, who's hips were slamming into her buttocks even as his cock speared her tight pussy crack. Hands reached below her and fondled her breasts, but she could not see who's they were.
She sucked until the man pounded his cock with super fast strokes and her mouth was filled with liquid. She swallowed instinctively, then almost threw up with the knowledge of what she had swallowed. The man moved away but she was dragged over to one side where another sat, and her mouth forced down onto his erection.
She was in a haze by now, uncaring, listless, doing what she must, what she was ordered, obedient to their wishes as they used her soft young flesh. The man fucking her spent himself and the man in front pulled her up by the hair, drawing her to her feet before him.
She stood there, apathetically, her eyes dull, uncaring. He held his cock upwards and pulled her forward. She spread her legs around his knees as he pulled her in on his lap, forcing her to straddle his organ.
She let herself be pulled down onto the head of his prong, felt it pressing against her slit, then let herself be forced lower, impaled on the thing. It slid up into her belly as she sat down. Her buttocks were crushed against his thighs as the cock-head drove deep into her guts.
The man sucked on her right breast, squeezing it from beneath as he chewed and suckled at the nipple. She sat there passively, feeling the cock throbbing within her, feeling her insides bloated out by its hard thickness.
His hand clutched her ass, then he barked something in English. She did not understand it but as he humped up into her and cursed her she understand and began to rise up and down on his organ. She did not care any more anyway.
Dull eyed, she moved up and down as he sucked and chewed on her nipples. She felt the presence of another one behind her, felt his hands fondling her buttocks, then felt a sharp pain down at her asshole, but made no effort to hinder him, and did not wonder at what he was doing.
Then she felt her asshole pulled wide as something pushed into it. She realized what he was doing then, but was beyond caring. Her pride was destroyed and her consciousness retreated deep, deep within her, leaving her body alone.
She grunted in pain as the two cocks pushed into her at the same time, as both cocks stuffed her belly at once. She shuddered and almost fainted, but was held up by four hands as the others gathered around and laughed. The two boys humped into her from either direction, jerking her from side to side until both had dropped their loads inside her.
They put her clothes on her but did not let her go. Instead the seven of them left the subway, surrounding the hapless, and passive young woman. They led her through dark streets to a small basement apartment. There she was stripped again.
The seven were joined by a dozen others, and Kim retreated even deeper within herself as she was repeatedly raped and sodomized by the gang. Drugs were injected into her body, and as she was raped and slapped around, cursed at and cuffed, she was trained to further obedience.
After a few days she lost almost all sense of dignity and pride, and her drugged, exhausted body responded willingly to the sexual lusts inflicted on it. "Fuck Kimmy? Fuck Kimmy?" she would beg of them, crawling up to gang members where they sat or lay.
Soon she had a new job, working in a whorehouse for the gang. It was, she reflected, not a bad job compared to what she had done. It too had long hours. She was treated with little respect in both, and was completely at her bosses mercy. Here though, she at least didn't have to stand up all the time.
Katherine
Kathy Was more than a little nervous at the thought of what awaited her today, but she knew God would see her through whatever difficulties were ahead.
At least, she thought he would...if he hadn't already condemned her to hell.
She turned pale at the thought, berating herself again for what had happened last night.
She'd had little thought of sex when she'd become a novice. But lately, over the past few months, she had found her mind filled, especially at night, especially on bath nights, with horribly graphic images of writhing naked bodies, both male and female.
She'd prayed for guidance, prayed for the Lord to show her how to put off such despicable desires, yet they continued, and she wondered if it was the Lord testing her, testing her will, the strength of her commitment to him.
It had been two months ago when it had happened, for the first time in years. It had been bath night, and as she'd stood there, naked, drying herself off, she'd glanced at the mirror and seen, really seen for the first time, her body.
It had excited her...aroused her.
And she didn't know why.
Granted, as the world, as Americans anyway, judged such things she was not...unattractive. She had short, straight brown hair, large, soft brown eyes, a small oval face, and a tiny snub nose. Her body was well proportioned, perhaps too well proportioned, for her breasts were somewhat over-large.
The rest of her body was trim and healthy. Her legs looked smooth and nicely tapered, as far as she could judge such things. Her behind was rounded, like society preferred. She had a narrow waist and good slim waist.
Everything below the neck was normally covered up, of course, either in her habit, or the long skirts and sweaters she was sometimes allowed to wear, or at night by the long, heavy nightgown she wore.
But that night she'd seen her body nude and really looked at it, looked at it as she thought a man might, and seen how attractive it was, how lithe and curvaceous, how soft and sensitive. Despite all her training and meditations she'd found herself aroused, and her fingers had tentatively begun to explore the soft flesh covering her frame.
Her high, firm breasts had warmed and swollen, her nipples turning hard and demanding attention. Shocked at herself, she'd fondled them, rolling the pink nubs between thumb and forefingers as she'd done years earlier as a girl.
And then...and then...her hand slipped down between her legs and felt the soft fur covering her vaginal opening. She'd felt a deep magnetic attraction there, and it had drawn her fingers against her groin, against her pubic lips.
Her fingers had slowly rubbed up and down, tracing the thin line of her slit, then reached in, prying herself open, and found her clitoris.
And there, before the mirror, she had masturbated, biting her tongue to repress the groans and moans of pleasure as her body had gotten more and more excited.
All through it she had been shocked at her depravity, yet she had continued, and when her orgasm had come upon her she had thrown back her head and gurgled in wondrous pleasure, jamming her fingers into her tight pussy as she'd humped back and forth against them.
It had happened again and again, despite her best efforts not to let it. She found herself unable to control her body and it's lewd desires and lusts. Several times she had wept piteously after masturbating to climax, yet still she did it.
Now she was no longer a novice, but a Nun, and was going to her first assignment, as assistant and secretary to Father Brian at Saint Peter's church.
She made her way up to the office entrance and rang the bell. After a moment it was answered by a tall, thin nun, the gray fringes of her hair showing around the edges of her habit. She looked at Kathy sternly, her eyes flicking up and down, silently criticizing her for not wearing the full habit, as she was.
"Uhm, good morning, Sister Ann," Kathy said in a soft voice.
"Sister Katherine," the woman said, greeting her without warmth, then gesturing her inside.
She hurried in and Sister Ann closed the door behind her.
"Did my things arrive?" she asked.
"They did. They are in your room. You can go there and unpack after you meet Father Brian.
She led the way through the narrow hallways to a closed door, stopping and knocking.
"Come in," said a voice.
Sister Ann opened the door and ushered her in.
Somewhat tremulously, Kathy moved past her and into the room.
It was luxuriously furnished, with heavy oak bookshelves and thick, old fashioned furniture. Father Brian sat behind a big oak desk, apparently going over some papers. He stood as the two women entered.
He was tall and as stern faced as Ann, though younger by perhaps twenty years. He looked disapprovingly at Kathy in her civilian clothes, though she'd thought them conservative enough.
"This is Sister Katherine," Ann said.
"Sister Katherine."
"Good morning, Father Brian."
"Sister, I know it is not considered necessary to wear the habit at all times but this is a conservative area," he said. "Here we request that you do wear the full habit."
"Yes, Father."
"I hear you know how to use a computer."
"Yes, Father."
"Good. We were given one by a parishioner but neither I nor Sister Ann knows how to work it. That will be your first duty. Get the thing working for us."
"I'll do my best, Father."
"Sister Ann will show you where it is after you've dressed."
She nodded and he dismissed them. She followed Ann up a narrow, winding staircase and then down a dark hall to a tiny room in the back. It held only a small table and a narrow steel framed bed. She left her there, with a disapproving snort.
Kathy sighed, then quickly unpacked her few belongings, putting her statues of Jesus and Mary on the night table, then removing her stuffed teddy bear and putting it on her pillow. She changed into the stiff, uncomfortable habit and went back downstairs to work.
* * *
It was late in the evening before she finally finished her day's duties, completed her prayers, and climbed into bed. She was tired, but even so, as she lay there in her soft cotton nightshirt, she felt a growing heat in her loins.
Perhaps it was the freedom her body felt after being confined in the tight, starchy habit all day, but her skin seemed to fairly glow with life, and her hands drifted down between her legs to the glowing fire pit there.
She moaned in denial, yet even as she resisted with all her might she knew she could only put it off, delay it, for if she was to get to sleep she would first have to ease the discomfort of her body.
She pulled up the nightgown and began to stroke her pussy. Her body, already hot in the stuffy little room, began hotter still, perspiring under the covers.
She tossed them back and spread her legs as she looked up at the roof. Her left hand stroked her soft belly and up under her full round breasts as her right, fingers extended, stroked up and down her slit over her clitty.
Her body began to writhe in pleasure, her hips grinding into the mattress as soft grunts and moans escaped her lips.
Then, after a few minutes, she came, gasping in delight as the sexual sensations of pleasure washed over her. Exhausted, she lay limp for long minutes before pulling her nightgown back down and slowly drifting off to sleep.
* * *
"Were you masturbating?"
Kathy hung her head in shame as she stood before Father Brian's desk. Behind her stood Sister Ann, ramrod straight, glaring angrily at her. It had been Sister Ann who had heard her moans of pleasure, peeked into her room, and spied her naked body as she writhed in pleasure.
Of course she had told Father Brian.
"I'm sorry, Father," she whispered.
"You did not answer the question."
"Yes, Father," she whispered.
"Speak clearly!" he shouted, slamming the palm of his hand down on the desk.
"I...I was, Father," she moaned.
"I see. And why were you doing such a disgusting thing in the house of the Lord?"
"L. I couldn't help myself, Father,' she sobbed. She told him how she had resisted over the months but been unable to stop herself from self-abuse. He listened, his face getting red and angry.
She didn't have to turn to know Sister Ann's disgust.
"If only there was some way of getting rid of you," he sighed. "But we can't do that. We would wait months for another girl and we cannot afford that. So, Sister, if you cannot control your perverse desires, then we shall have to help you."
"I'm sorry, Father," she wept.
"Make your apologies to God, Sister."
"Yes, Father."
"Remove your habit," he growled. "It is a disgrace that you wear it."
She blinked her teary eyes and looked at him in embarrassment. "But...but, Father.. . "
"Do as the Father says!" Sister Ann snapped.
Slowly, whimpering a little, Kathy removed the heavy, cumbersome garment, carefully folding it and placing it on a chair. She stood in her heavy white undergarments, full slip, white bra, and panties, but Father Brian motioned her to continue.
"Since you seem to have a fascination with your own naked flesh, Sister, we shall have to wean you off of it."
Humiliated, Kathy removed her slip, then unclipped her full bra and slid her panties down to her ankles, placing them all on the chair. She stood there naked between them, her left arm covering her breasts as her right hand cupped her pubic mound.
"Take your hand off your genitals!" he roared.
She gasped in surprise, "But I wasn't...I mean.
Sister Ann stepped forward and gripped her arms, pulling them aside and holding them at her sides. She stood there in misery, sniffling as she tried to hold back more tears.
"Come here," he ordered, gesturing at her.
Sister Ann released her and she shuffled around the desk to stand beside him, head down. He opened a drawer and took out a thin two foot long switch.
"Bend over the desk," he ordered.
Kathy gulped in fear hut obeyed, turning to the desk and bending over it.
"Further," he ordered.
She bent further but not enough. He gestured at Sister Ann, who reached across the desk, gripped Kathy's slim wrists in fingers of steel and jerked them towards her. Kathy gasped as her chest fell onto the surface of the desk. Her legs spread a little in an attempt to balance herself but Sister Ann held her wrists tightly as the Father moved behind her.
She was mortified at being naked between them like this, humiliated at the reason for it, and at her ignominious position, bent over the Father's desk like a disobedient child. She knew he was going to switch her behind, and knew she deserved far worse.
Then she heard the hissing of the switch and a line of fire cut into her buttocks. She cried out in pain and pulled against Sister Ann's grip, to no avail. Again the hiss cut through the air, then another hard blast of pain blasted into her behind.
Again and again the switch descended on her white buttocks, turning them a fiery red as Father Brian crisscrossed her behind with the narrow switch, then slowly worked his way up her back, turning that red also.
Sister Ann led the naked, trembling, weeping girl down the hall to a narrow stone room where she knelt on the cold floor and prayed all day and well into the night for forgiveness. She ignored the growling of her stomach, the dryness of her throat, and the pain of her back and buttocks as she knelt there, hands clasped desperately, hoping God would not turn his face away.
Several times Sister Ann came into the room and Kathy bent over, putting her face to the floor as the older woman used the same switch to rain more fire on her upturned buttocks. That night, trembling and exhausted, she was led out and given a brush and pail of water.
She spent all night long on her hands and knees cleaning the floors, then, after another switching, was returned to the small stone room to pray and meditate again.
At the end of the day she was led back to Father Brain's office, where she sank to her knees before his desk. Two days of fasting, with no water and no sleep had taken its toll on her. She was dazed and weak, her eyes red rimmed from crying.
"Have you relented in your foul obsession, Sister Katherine?" Father Brian demanded.
"Yes, Father," she whispered in a hoarse voice.
"We shall see. Come here."
She made her way around the desk and was pushed down across it. Sister Ann clutched her wrists again and she waited for the pain but instead she felt Father Brian's hand on her pussy mound, squeezing it softly as he cupped it in his hand.
Kathy's dazed eyes stared at the surface of the desk in shock as she felt Father Brian's fingers kneading her soft pussy meat. His thumb burrowed between her cunt lips and slid into her cunt tunnel, forcing its way up to the hilt.
She groaned, pulling fitfully against Sister Ann's grip. His thumb pumped in and out as his fingers stroked against the underside of her cunt mound, rubbing over her clitty. She closed her eyes and shuddered, her weary, bedraggled body responding to the first pleasure it had known in a long time.
She tried to pull free again, knowing what was happening inside her, but Sister Ann held her firmly and Father Brian pushed a hand down on the center of her back. She groaned and panted for breath, her mind buzzing with sexual heat as the Father continued to squeeze and stroke her pussy.
Then his hand came away and her hips bucked back, trying to grind her cunt on it again. He growled in anger, as did Sister Ann. His hand came down on her face and rubbed her own fuck honey onto it.
"See there, the wickedness of your body?" he demanded.
"She is irredeemable," Sister Ann rasped.
"No one is irredeemable, Sister. We will just have to show her body that it lusts for nothing."
She didn't know what that meant, but felt what she first took to be his hand on her pussy again. Her tight, virgin pussy lips were pulled apart and a finger...no, it was too thick for a finger. Whatever it was pushed into her vagina, pressing deeper and deeper as she moaned and squirmed helplessly.
It pressed against her hymen and kept pressing as she moaned and gasped and grit her teeth. Then it burst through amid a blast of pain that caused her to cry out. It drove deep into the center of her belly, knocking the air out of her as the shock hit her system.
She knew it was a male organ, knew it without looking, knew it instinctively. It bloated out the walls of her tight pussy tunnel and pressed against her cervix at the bottom of her fuck pit. Father Brian's hands were on her hips as the thing slowly withdrew, then thrust in again.
"Does that feel good, Sister?" Father Brian grunted.
"Yes, Father," she whimpered, unable to lie. She grunted as the thing thrust in hard, then began to slowly pump back and forth inside her sex hole. Back and forth it moved, Father Brian's hips grinding into her naked buttocks as he fucked into her. She lay there across the desk, grunting in pleasure, heedless of the dirty looks Sister Ann was giving her.
He fucked her harder and faster, her hips smashing into the corner of the desk with bruising pain each time he drove his tool into her body. She felt her heart pounding, the blood racing through her body. She gasped and then cried out in bliss as an orgasm rocked her.
The other two looked down in anger as the slender young woman grunted and moaned and thrashed between them. Father Brian fucked her faster, ramming his hips into her upturned buttocks, spearing her tender slit with his big tool.
His hands moved along her ribs, then slid under and grasped her full young breasts, squeezing tight, grinding his fingers into the meaty flesh as she whimpered and groaned and humped back against him. His cock was a trip hammer as it pistoned inside her, yet still she wriggled and grunted in pleasure.
He did not understand it, for this treatment had cured many young Nuns of their sexual desires. Katherine, though, seemed to actually be enjoying it.
He spilled his seed inside her and Sister Ann dragged her back to the cold cell for more meditation.
That night she was returned to her room, and left naked on her narrow bed. She was not alone for long, however, for Father Brian had enlisted help. He knew little of psychiatry, but had heard that rape did much to make a woman fearful of sex, sometimes turning them cold and repressed.
That was the basis for his own sexual assault. Here it had failed, so he was resorting to stronger methods. Six young men, recruited from the parish, and ignorant of the nature of the young woman they saw before them, filed into her bed and then proceeded to ravish the naked young woman mercilessly.
Hour after hour she was raped and abused, thick male cocks thrusting into her vagina, down her throat and up into her anus. Now and then Sister Ann peeked in and watched smugly as the abuse went on.
By morning the girl was semi-conscious, lying in a stupor, her naked flesh coated with sperm and sweat inside and out. After cleaning her up, Sister Ann led her back to Father Brian's office, where she was thrown to her knees next to his chair.
Her hands were bound behind her so she could not abuse herself and she knelt, head down, eyes dulled as he beheld her shame. He reached down and gripped he hair, jerking her head up and back, forcing her chest to push out.
Then his hands slid under the two mammary mounds and his fingers closed tightly, mashing into the meaty flesh, gripping hard so the soft meat oozed out between his fingers and the rounded orbs were distended, bloated out into round mushrooms.
He pulled up as she gasped and trembled, half lifting her by the breasts, forcing her back straight, tugging hard as his fingers dug into the tender orbs. Sister Kathy's head thrashed from side to side, then her back seemed to arch and she threw her head back as she grunted in pleasure, trying to shove her breasts harder into his fingers.
He frowned, gripping her by the hair and pulling the slender young woman across his lap. His fingers slid over her buttocks, then down between her trembling thighs to touch her moist inner self. She groaned, humping back as his fingers slid into her, then she came, her head jerking up and down like a spirited horse as she humped back on his fingers.
Again she had failed the test, much to his displeasure.
After two more nights of mass rape, followed by morning orgasms, he was forced to admit that she would never be cured, and that her only solace would lie as a sister of the red cloth. He called his Bishop, and that afternoon a truck came to take her away.
Deep in the heart of the Vatican, the sisters of the red cloth worked to ease the stress and tensions of the highest of the Church's officers, and also to comfort and please the many high ranking visitors from important countries.
None ever saw the light of day, save through barred windows, but each was content, as Sister Katherine eventually would be, that she was serving God in the only way they knew how.
Megan
Megan had been here only four days and already she was homesick.
It hadn't been her idea to come to a boarding school in Europe, but with her diplomat father sent to the Middle East and her mother dead there was little real alternative.
Still, things here were so much different than at home. The girls seemed far more mature, more sophisticated. Not only that but, in this all girl school, there seemed to be a strange acceptance of lesbianism. Megan had seen a number of girls holding hands, hugging, kissing in the corners of the library, and heard some very obscene discussions in the showers. The showers.
She had put off taking a shower for the first two days, but had finally reconciled herself to it. She had never taken a shower with other girls, not being the athletic type, and had found the first occasion mortifying.
The second time had been unnerving, but slightly less embarrassing. After all, the other girls seemed to take it for granted, and nobody seemed to be really staring at her naked body as she quickly washed.
Anyway, she told herself, she had nothing to be ashamed of. She had an excellent body, slender, with good hips and a round behind, no scars, nice legs, and breasts that, while not huge, were pretty good sized and nicely shaped.
She had a strong, squarish, determined face, one that denoted intelligence, and had thick, chestnut brown hair that hung down around her shoulders.
No, her body was alright, though she still felt very strange having other people seeing it. She also felt strange seeing all those naked people. Girls in all shapes and sizes, though mostly they were slender like herself, this being an expensive school and the daughters of the rich not wanting to be fat.
A couple of the girls had very large breasts, like Yvonne, the Swiss girl, and Claudette, from Egypt. Some had very small breasts, and she thought she should be thankful she didn't have to be embarrassed about that at least.
There were tall girls and short girl, black, white, brown and yellow girls, but mostly there were naked girls, with breasts bouncing, soapy buttocks jiggling and pussies winking. She was rather amazed at the display of flesh.
In fact, after she got over her initial embarrassment, she found it to be something of a turn-on, being naked around all those other people, her body wet and soapy, her hands rubbing across her breasts and between her legs.
She was always careful not to stare at any of the others, not wanting anyone to think she was queer, even if it was accepted here. She was heterosexual and had no real interest in females as such, it was just all that nude flesh and her own naked state that aroused her a little.
Anyway, she was getting used to it, she thought, and would soon be as blase about it as the other girls seemed to be.
And then, that afternoon as she was looking in the back of the library for a book to complete some research, she had been approached by Yvonne, the tall, big busted Swiss girl. At first, perhaps because her French wasn't great, that the girl wanted to borrow money.
Then the older, taller girl had pressed her back against the bookshelf and kissed her. Megan's eyes had shot up and then the other girl's right hand slid under her skirt and squeezed her pussy while her left groped her breast through her thin blouse.
She had torn herself free, gasping for breath and shocked by the suddenness of the other girl's attack. She'd run away, leaving Yvonne sniggering.
And so she'd skipped her shower again, knowing Yvonne would be there and being too humiliated to have the other girl see her naked. She thought about going to the Headmistress, or one of the teachers, but that would probably cause more trouble than it would solve.
She had trouble getting to sleep that night, and was wakened suddenly in the middle of the night by a sound in her room. She sat up just in time to see her door closing, and felt a wetness against her face and head.
She turned on the light and felt her head, gasping as she felt the oozing sliminess there. She jumped out of bed and looked in the mirror, seeing and now smelling a pair of rotten eggs which someone had poured onto her head.
The gooey stuff was running down the side of her face and down the shoulders and front of her pajamas. Cursing, she tried to wipe most of it off with a rag, then stripped out of her pajamas, tossing them in disgust into the back of her closet.
She got some soap and a towel, put on her robe, and made her way down the dimly lit hall to the bathroom.
It was empty, of course. It was two in the morning. She was relieved at that. She removed her robe and put her towel on a hook, then stepped under one of the shower nozzles and turned on the water. It poured down around her and she put her head right under it to wash out the egg.
She shampooed her hair, not once, but three times, then began cleaning her face, shoulders and the rest of her body. When she had soaped herself all over, she stepped under the water again, turning her face upwards to let the soap wash off.
She ran her hands through her hair and over her face, rubbing at the soap as the water washed it away, then stepped back to bring her face out of the water so she could open them.
Her buttocks hit something soft but solid, flesh, warm naked flesh. Her eyes shot open and she gasped in shock, whirling around.
Yvonne was there, naked, grinning malevolently.
"What do you want? Leave me alone!" Megan gasped, backing up against the wall as the bigger girl moved forward.
Yvonne suddenly grabbed her, one hand gripping her thick wet hair, the other going around her and pulling her in close as her mouth jammed down on Megan's.
Megan struggled furiously as the other girl's tongue shot into her mouth. The two staggered for several seconds before the bigger girl's weight bore her back to the wall. The big blonde girl's mouth was like a sucking vacuum as her tongue whipped around in Megan's mouth.
Megan was mortified. Yvonne's big fat naked breasts were rubbing and grinding and rolling against Megan's own smaller titties, and she could feel Yvonne's pussy hair against her inner thighs as the taller girl forced her legs open and humped her loins into Megan's crotch.
Her right hand slid down and cupped Megan's wet ass cheeks, pulling her in tighter as her mouth tried to devour the brunette. Megan continued to struggle helplessly, like a fly caught in a spider's net, but she was no fighter, and not a strong girl anyway.
Yvonne twisted on her hair, forcing her head back sharply. At the same time she took her other hand away from Megan's ass and jammed it in between her thighs, squeezing her naked pussy mound so hard Megan's brain seemed to boil and her body reeled in dizziness.
She tried to scream but all that came out was a weak gurgling moan, and even that was silenced quickly as Yvonne's mouth slipped over hers once more.
Yvonne rubbed at her pussy, then straightened a finger and forced it up between her pussy lips, driving it deep into her cunt tube. Megan could not push her hand away. With her head pulled back so sharply it was all she could do to maintain her balance, and both her hands were above her, trying to pry Yvonne's hand out of her hair.
A second finger was thrust up into her body, and both pumped in and out furiously as Yvonne's thumb searched for her clitoris, found it, then ground down against it.
Yvonne pulled back suddenly, her face laughing at Megan as she shoved her back hard against the wall. She said something which Megan didn't catch, then shoved down on her shoulders. Already dazed, Megan would probably have fallen without any help, she went down quickly under the pressure.
Then she was squatting against the wall, hemmed in by Yvonne's legs, staring into Yvonne's bushy blonde crotch. She turned her head away, trying to crawl around the girl but her hair was gripped again and pulled hard. She cried out weakly, the sound drowned out by the shower.
Yvonne snarled and shoved her pussy into Megan's face, grinding her soft pussy lips and crinkly pubic hair across her mouth and nose.
"Suck me," she said then, in English.
She pulled Megan's hair and the brunette gasped and began licking at her pussy, not knowing what else to do. She'd never done anything with girls before and had no real idea of how to proceed, other than licking up and down the slit.
Yvonne sighed in pleasure, then reached down and took one of Megan's hands, pulling it up and rubbing it along her pussy. She shifted her grip to just one finger and pressed it against her slit. Megan shivered in disgust, but pushed her finger upwards, sliding it into the blonde's tight cunt tunnel.
"My Cleeet. Leek my Cleety," Yvonne moaned, jerking on Megan's hair again.
Megan searched upwards with her tongue and found the hard little clit, then began to rasp her tongue across it, desperate to stop the hair pulling which was sending needles of pain into her skull.
She tasted Yvonne's salty girl milk, feeling it coating her tongue and lips as she continued to lap at the girl's clitty.
"Suck meee! Suck meee," Yvonne gasped.
Megan tried to get her lips around the girl's clitty and suck it, pumping her finger up and down in her twat as she did so.
Yvonne began grinding her hips against Megan's face, grunting with pleasure as she held the brunette against her loins. She squeezed her big breasts with one hand while continuing to hold tightly to Megan's hair.
Then, as Megan sucked hard on Yvonne's clitoris the bigger girl began humping and groaning and cursing softly in pleasure. She let out a sigh and then gripped Megan's face in both hands, pulling her mouth down over her fuck hole.
"Drink me, drink me. Suck me dry," Yvonne hissed.
Megan put her lips against Yvonne's box as the blonde's fuck opening began to drool. She lapped and sucked at it, drinking down what felt like half a pint of girl juice.
Yvonne laughed loudly, then jerked back on Megan's hair, twisting her around on her knees. Megan stared up in sock and fear, seeing another girl there, a short oriental she didn't know. Yvonne pushed her face into the oriental's crotch and ordered her to suck her off now.
The two girls snarled and cuffed her until she began to lick and suck on the oriental girl's slit, pushing her tongue in between the tight pussy lips, running it up and down the pink flesh and lapping against her clitty.
Her jaw and tongue were aching, but her hair hurt much more as she was forced to lick the oriental to pleasure, then turn and lick Yvonne again.
She was in a state of dazed misery when the tall blonde had come for the second time and the oriental pulled her up by the hair. She stood weakly, swaying slightly as the oriental pulled her arms behind her back and held them there.
She could feel the girl's hard, pointed nipples pressing into her back between her shoulder blades, hung her head dully, not trying to fight back.
Yvonne had turned her back on her, and was fiddling with something, stepping into what Megan, thought was a pair of panties. But then the big blonde turned around and Megan saw that there was a long, thick dildo sticking out from a leather holder that hung between her legs.
Megan shuddered then sobbed in fear and despair as the grinning blonde advanced on her. She stood right in front of Megan, then kissed her deeply, her tongue slithering inside the whimpering brunette's mouth. Her hands cupped and fondled Megan's breasts, and she bent to suck on each nipple.
Then the two girls turned the frightened girl around so she was facing the oriental. The oriental girl clutched her tight against her chest, hugging her. Megan felt the other girl's breasts and nipples pressing into her own, but was beyond caring by then.
Her head hung over the girl's shoulder and she stood there submissively, her arms hanging down at her sides, knowing resistance was hopeless. She felt the blonde's hands on her hips, pulling them out. Her legs were parted.
She was already bent over a little since the oriental was shorter than her, and so Yvonne had no trouble lining the head of the dildo up against her cunt and thrusting it up into her belly.
She jerked violently and then trembled like a frightened puppy as the dildo slid deeper and deeper into her guts. The oriental held one arm around her back and the other behind her head, keeping her neck down on her shoulder. Yvonne held her by both hips as she drove the rubber cock into her.
Megan let out a pathetic whimper of pain as the first six inches passed through her pussy lips and the next few inches followed. While not a virgin she'd only fucked one guy and he'd had only a six inch cock. The seventh inch opened up new territory, and the eighth, and ninth inches caused a dull ache. The tenth inch made her cry out in pain as Yvonne rammed the last of the rubber cock into her sheath. With ten inches of thick dildo up in her belly, and her guts cramping and aching with every movement, all Megan wanted was to remain very still, till the pain eased. Yvonne had other ideas. She began to fuck her at once, not gently either.
The thick rubber prong slid back and forth inside her tight pussy hole, rasping over her clitty and punching into her cervix with each stroke. She groaned and whined and moaned helplessly as her cunt was torn up by the fat girl-fucker.
A wave of dizziness struck her and she clutched the oriental girl to keep from falling. The girl gripped her hair and pulled her head up and back, then kissed her, softly, her moist lips gliding over Megan's trembling ones, her tongue flickering, dipping lightly into Megan's mouth, sliding along her teeth.
The long rubber prick slid fully out of her pussy and she felt it pushing against her asshole. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to scream but Yvonne grabbed her hard, putting a hand around her mouth and another around her belly.
She whirled her around and slammed her front into the wall, holding her hand over her mouth as she thrust the dildo up into her asshole. Megan struggled violently, shocked and horrified at the intrusion in an area she had never considered before, but she could do nothing.
The dildo was a hot burning spike that split her apart. It drove up to the center of her guts, making her cry out in pain as her insides seemed to split open to make room for it. She felt Yvonne's pussy hair against her ass cheeks then and knew the long thing was buried in her rectum.
Yvonne laughed, then, still holding a hand over her mouth, swung her around again towards the oriental, who smiled at her. The oriental licked at her face above Yvonne's hand, then bent and began licking and sucking at Megan's breasts, chewing at her nipples.
Yvonne's hands shoved her aside, mashing Megan's titties hard, making the soft flesh ooze out between her long, splayed fingers. She ground her hips into Megan's buttocks as she twisted the dildo inside her.
The oriental dropped to her knees and gripped Megan's thighs, spreading her legs more, then she pushed her face into her crotch and began licking and sucking at her clitty. Yvonne's hands kneaded her breasts, squeezing repeatedly as she bent and sucked and chewed on the nape of her neck.
She drew her hips back slightly, drawing several inches of cock out of Megan's anus. The thick dildo pulled at the dazed brunette, seeking to tug her ass back with it, but the oriental clung to her thighs, her mouth voracious as it chewed and sucked and blew into her cunt.
Yvonne pushed forward slowly, easing the dildo back up her asshole to the hilt, then grinding her hips against her backside once again. She began pumping in slow motions, not more than an inch or so, moving the dildo up and down in Megan's snug anus.
The oriental girl pried Megan's pussy lips open and licked hard on her pink flesh. Her tongue pushed up into her little hole, going farther than Megan would have believed possible, wriggling around inside her, then pumping in and out.
The tongue was replaced by a pair of fingers, and moved up onto her clitty. She licked rapidly, then sucked on the little fuck button. She held it between her lips and let air puff out strongly against it, then sucked in air again, making it hiss across her clitty.
She sucked hard, drawing the little flap forward between her teeth, then closed them gently, gnawing on it, grinding them from side to side as she sucked and whipped her tongue around.
Yvonne meanwhile, began fucking with longer strokes, though still going slow. Megan had never been sodomized before, but now that the initial pain was gone she thought, with some relief, that it didn't really hurt at all.
Still, she felt totally degraded by being ass fucked by this strange girl, and tears of misery continued to trickle down her cheeks.
Her head hung forward, her eyes glazed. She grunted from time to time as Yvonne fucked the big dildo up her asshole, but did not show any other response until she noticed with slow awareness, that her cunny was heating up, heating up with sexual pleasure.
She was shocked at that, shocked enough to come out of her misery and get her brain working again. She tried to deny it, tried to convince herself it was some fluke of her tormented body, some crossed wire.
But whatever the sensations were they were coming from her cunt, and even as she stared down at the top of the oriental girls' head they became hotter and more powerful.
Her ragged breathing became more shallow as she panted for breath amid the head that was gripping her body. She felt faint, light headed. Her head buzzed and throbbed.
"Oh!" she gasped, then experienced a sudden spasm of heat and threw back her head.
"Oh no," she whimpered.
The oriental girl's tongue was whipping furiously against her snatch, her breath sucking out hard, blowing in hot, her fingers probing, pumping, thrusting, squeezing, rubbing, and behind her the big dildo was sliding up and down in her guts.
Her breasts were burning hot as well, and her nipples rock hard. Yvonne continued to squeeze and twist the tender flesh, her tongue, teeth and lips nibbling, sucking and chewing on her throat.
"Ohhhhhh," Megan groaned, her eyes fluttering, her body quivering like a high tension line.
Her cunt was burning, burning hotter than she'd ever felt in her life. It was a churning volcano getting ready to blow. She twitched and jerked and whimpered, helpless in the possession of the two depraved lesbians and her own raging sexual fever.
The oriental girl pulled away sudden and turned to the corner, getting something. Megan moaned in disbelief, gasping for breath, her eyes wide and blinking.
Her entire body seemed feverish. Her skin felt excruciatingly tender, every touch sending sizzling pleasure through her.
The oriental turned back to her and Megan saw she too had strapped on a big dildo. She rushed up to Megan and kissed her and now Megan kissed back, kissed passionately, desperately, her arms going around the girl, clutching her to her.
The oriental reached down with both hands, one guiding the head of the thick dildo towards Megan, the other slipping between the shaking brunette's cunt lips and prying them open. Megan felt the rounded head of the dildo slip between her pussy lips and groaned in acceptance.
She kissed the oriental and squeezed her ass hard, jerking her forward, pulling the dildo up into her snatch. It slid high and deep into her guts, nestling inside her nest to Yvonne's dildo.
She trembled and shook, her body skewered from the front and impaled from the rear. Four hands roamed her flesh, teasing her nipples, squeezing her breasts, caressing her buttocks. Tongues snaked under her ears, along her throat and into her mouth.
The two lesbians began to pump into her, matching each other's pace. Yvonne slid her dildo deep as the other pulled hers back, then Yvonne pulled back as the oriental thrust upwards to punch into her cervix.
Megan squirmed and thrashed as the sexual energy built up within her, like too much air pumped into a balloon she felt herself expanding, felt her skull threatening to explode from the pressure, felt her cunt bubbling, her breasts growing fatter, hotter.
The two dildos rode back and forth inside her, pulping her guts, ripping apart her insides, turning her to a frothing bloody jelly as the lesbians fucked faster and harder.
She mewled helplessly, piteously, bewildered and frightened by the fantastic buildup of heat within her.
Then both girls slid their dildos back and suddenly thrust hard, embedding them in her guts. She cried out in shocked pleasure, a concussion of sexual power rocking her body. The two girls drew their hard cocks back and rammed them back into her again to the hilts, crushing the tormented teenager between them.
Fire raced along her nerve endings. She coughed and choked as a massive tidal wave of sexual ecstasy, hovering above her for long minutes, finally poured down and drowned her in a flaming storm of crackling electrical pleasure.
Her body convulsed, shaking and thrashing. Insane gurgles, sighs and grunts escaped her gaping mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head. The two girls fucked furiously, humping as hard and fast as they could, tearing the two big dildos back and forth inside her spasming guts.
Blast after blast of stunning sexual fireworks erupted within her, a paralyzing whirlwind of feverish ecstasy ripped through her, blasting her into delirium as they roared over her quivering body.
Her brief sexual experiences had never prepared her for the howling firestorm that was now tearing through her system. It was the most prolonged orgasm experience of her life, and by far the most powerful, and when it was over it left her in a state of exhausted bliss, barely conscious and totally drained.
Even after it was over she continued to twitch and shiver with aftershocks, hardly able to breath as the other two slowly drew their tools from out of her holes and toweled her off. Then, wrapping a towel around the dazed, mind blasted girl, they led her back to Yvonne's room.
As she walked, she was only dimly aware of the physical world around her, the world of people, places and objects, all with names that distinguished them from each other. For her, there were no distinctions. All phenomena melded into a broad sensation of energy, a fierce, transforming energy, that, by morning's light, would have changed the shy, sheltered teen forever.
Sharon
Sharon checked her watch, sighing tiredly as she realized that once again she had worked for more than twelve hours. That made the eighth straight day. She shoved hack her long, thick brown hair and briefly lay her head back against the chair.
She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing the Mcginty proposal was done so she could get back to her more normal ten hour days. Life was hell for an associate who wanted to be a partner with the city's biggest, richest law firm.
You worked your ass off in school, pulling all nighters to get good marks, and then, after the briefest of celebrations you became a slave to some law firm. You worked your ass off again, brown nosing, doing favors, trying to out maneuver the other associates.
All for the gold ring.
The average payout for a partner in this firm was a million bucks a year. That was worth working her ass off for.
She stretched her arms high above her head, arching her back as she yawned deeply, then got up and padded across the carpet and out to the front where the coffee machine steamed nicely, the smell delicious.
Her body ached from the constant typing at the machine and the constant flipping of pages as she checked over facts in her legal books. She rubbed her back, turning and stretching again.
Speaking of working her ass off... .
She ran her hand down over her buttocks, giving a brief smile. She hadn't had time for her regular workouts lately. She'd always managed to make time for that while in college, no matter how busy she was. Still, her ass, though she hadn't worked it off, didn't seem to have expanded any trom lack of attention.
She was still slim and trim, perhaps too slim, for she'd missed more than a few meals as well as workouts. She poured herself a coffee and padded back into her office, her socks making no noise on the thick carpet.
She put the mug down on her desk and ran a hand across her stomach. It was still firm and trim, though that wouldn't last if she didn't star her workouts again. She sat down, yawning and stretching again, arching her back.
Her breasts pushed out hard against the fabric of her silk shirt. God, she felt tired. She got up and closed the office door, then sat down again, unbuttoning the first three buttons of her blouse.
This was a conservative and sexist outfit, so it didn't do well for a girl who wanted t make partner to emphasize her breasts, not unless she wanted to screw one of the partners. Sharon wore jackets almost all the time, and tighter than normal shirts to pull her breasts in.
It wasn't that she was huge, but her thirty 36Cs were more than ample for her slender frame, so she did her best to tone them down. Men didn't take busty women seriously, not the men here at any rate.
She felt much more comfortable with the shirt unbuttoned. She leaned forward and got back to work.
Another hour passed and her eyes got too tired to focus. With just a little work left to do she decided to take a brief rest. She lay her head back against her executive chair again and closed her eyes.
She woke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly. Feeling a little dizzy she pulled her head forward and held it in her hands for a moment, then looked at her watch again. It was two in the morning.
"Shit," she said.
She had a meeting at seven.
She briefly considered sleeping here for a few hours, then rejected it. While her white pants and navy blue double breasted jacket made her look nice, wearing the same outfit two days running would give rise to rumors that she'd spent the night at somebody's house.
Cursing angrily she got to her feet, doing up her blouse as she slid her feet into her shoes. She pulled her suit jacket off the back of the chair and shrugged it on.
She gathered up some papers she might have time to glance over at street lights or something, then hurried out the door.
Right away she felt the stuffy atmosphere. The air-conditioning must have been turned off hours ago. The rest of the floor was empty, of course. The whole building was probably empty. She took the elevator down to the garage, yawning and shaking her head to keep awake.
The doors opened and she went out into the garage. Normally very brightly lit, there were only a few lights scattered around the empty, cavernous garage. Hers was not the only car there, though she was willing to bet the rest of them were parked for the night, their owners long gone.
She strode quickly towards her waiting Mercedes, then bent and tried to fit the key into the lock. She cursed and set her briefcase down, then bent over and tried to focus her tired eyes on the keyhole.
She heard a noise and started to straighten. Suddenly an arm slid around her throat and she was crushed back against another body. She tried to scream but her throat was crushed in the tight grip and no air would come out.
She squirmed and thrashed desperately, trying to escape whoever had her. She kicked and tried to reach back to claw at them, but was flung hard into the side of her car. The body behind slammed into her, crushing her against the car as the arm tightened still further around her throat.
She felt dizzy, her head faint. A sharp knife was suddenly pressed against her cheek under her eye. She froze in terror, not moving even when the arm loosened and she was able to breath.
"Don't move, bitch," the voice hissed, low and evil sounding. "You give me any trouble and I'll carve up your face so bad you'll only be able to work in the circus. You understand?"
She swallowed, or tried to. Her mouth was desert dry.
She felt her hair grabbed tightly and her head shaken like a rat.
"Understand, whore."
"Ye.. .yes!" she gasped.
The hand stayed in her hair as the knife slid across her face, caressing her with it's cold steel.
Sharon didn't dare move as it slid down along her throat, then down along her chest and finally went around behind her.
She was pulled away from the door of her car, shuffling with difficulty as the man continued to keep her pulled tightly against his body. They moved down towards the trunk and then he shoved her forward hard.
She flung her hands up just in time to prevent her face from smashing into the trunk as she was forced across the car, her knees hitting the side with a dull thump.
"You move and I'll cut you," the voice warned again. "I don't want you to move one fucking inch unless I tell you to. Understand?"
The knife blade slid under her hair combing it back on the right.
"Yes! I understand!" she moaned.
Then she gasped as she felt a hand between her legs, squeezing her pussy, kneading the flesh through her thin white pants.
"I want your money and valuables," he hissed in a cold voice.
"In...in my jacket pocket," she whispered, "Right side."
The hand left her groin and slid into her pocket, emerging with her wallet. Her face was pressed against the trunk and she kept it there, afraid to move.
The wallet was tossed onto the trunk beside her, HI bouncing off.
"So, Sharon, honey, this all the money you got?"
"It's all I have on me," she gasped.
"Let me see your right hand."
She started to straighten and his hand shoved down hard on her back, slamming her back into the hood of the trunk.
"I didn't tell you to get up you dumb cunt!" he snarled.
"I'm sorry! Sorry!"
She put her right hand back and he unfastened her Rolex, taking it off. "Nice," he said.
Then his hand squeezed her crotch again. "This is nice too," he sneered.
He bent over her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck but was too frightened to turn around.
"You know, they say that women sit on their most valuable asset," he hissed in a hateful voice.
She closed her eyes and shuddered, painfully aware of how exposed she was, bent over like this with her legs apart. His foot shoved them even further, and his hand rubbed at her crotch.
Then she felt what could only be the knife blade sliding up and down the seam of her pants between her buttocks. With a deft movement, the man sliced through the seam and cut upwards several inches, not touching her body.
Then his fingers gripped slid into the hole and ripped it wide open, exposing her panties.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Shut up, whore," he hissed.
He gripped the crotch of her panties and then slid his finger under them, rubbing her pussy. She moaned weakly, stiff with fear. The knife slid in under the crotch. She felt the cold steel of it against her cunt. She thought he was going to cut her panties, but then the knife went away and he slid his fingers again. He gripped the crotch and yanked it back, ripping her underwear right off.
He tore her pants further open, exposing het entire ass and the soft furry brown mound beneath it.
"Now that's worth a lot of money," he sniggered, his hand rubbing at her cunt again. "I could get a fortune if I sold this."
She blushed furiously, mortified to have a strange man viewing her like this.
The knife was back. It was gliding across her buttocks, the flat of knife cold on her warm skin. He slid it round and round her buttocks, then down between her legs, again rubbing the cold flat back and forth over her pussy lips.
He took it away, and then it was next to her face. It wasn't a normal knife she saw, for it was very long, and had the look of some sort of military weapon.
"I wonder if your cunt can hold this? You think it can, baby? Think I can sheath this inside you?" He took it away and she felt the point edging into her cunt. She shivered and he snickered.
"Better hold still, honey, or I'll cut your cunt open so big an elephant could fuck you without touching the sides."
The cold steel dipped into her cunt again, sliding easily between her cunt lips. She fought to keep herself still as the cold made her lips tingle.
"Don't," she gasped. "Don't!"
"No? Maybe you'd like something else in there instead?"
"Yes. Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your cock!"
"Why you dirty little slut," he sniffed, sounding offended. "You want me to stick my nice clean cock up your dirty little pussy?"
"Yes! Please put it in me!" Anything but the knife.
"You want it, whore?"
"Yes!' she gulped.
"You want it up your dirty cunt pipe?"
"Yes! Please. Fuck my dirty cunt pipe!"
She bit her lip to hold back tears of nausea at having to degrade herself further, at having to say the filthy vile words, but she was too terrified to do anything else.
"I don't think so. I think your cunt is too dirty for my nice clean cock. Maybe you'd like it up the ass instead."
She closed her eyes in resignation and misery.
"Is that it, whore? Would you like one up the asshole?"
"Yes," she gulped. "Whatever you want. Just don't hurt me."
"Hurt you? Why would I want to hurt a nice piece of ass like you?"
She felt his fingers prying at her pussy and she gasped in pain as they thrust into her, wriggling and jerking from side to side like he was forcing them into a too tight glove. They pushed into her to the knuckles and wiggled around in her tight tube.
"Nice and hot in there," he sighed.
She felt pressure against her anus then, hard pressure as another finger probed at the entrance, then thrust into her. She groaned in pain for it was very thick and she realized it must be his thumb. His other hand was resting on the back of her head as he shoved his thumb up her ass top the knuckle.
He squeezed the fingers and thumb together, snickering in amusement as he used them to grip her tightly and pull her ass up and down, back and forth and from side to side.
"Beg for it, baby," he said, laughing at her.
"Please fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me in the cunt! I don't care!"
"Maybe I'll do both."
Her chest was heaving, the adrenalin rushing through her overheated body. She was still in terror, her nerves on edge, waiting.
His fingers moved her ass around, making it grind around in lewd, obscene movements as he stood there and snickered at her.
They pulled out, and both his hands were on her thighs, pulling them wide, holding them tight. She felt something touching her pussy and realized it was his tongue. Her eyes opened wide in shock and then she groaned and let them close again.
His tongue slid up and down her pussy mound, stroking back and forth along the slit. His fingers pried the soft elastic tissue aside to reveal her pink inner flesh, gleaming and warm. His tongue slid up and down it, pressing hard, dipping inside her.
He pulled her pussy lips wide and his tongue fucked her pussy hold, dipping in and out, in and out, swirling around and twisting inside her cunt entrance. It slid down onto her clitty and his lips closed around it as he began to suck.
Sharon was astonished and then bewildered. How insane this was, she thought. It was impossible to believe that she was actually bent over her car in the garage with the seat of her pants torn open and a man eating her out.
It's a dream, she thought, it must be a dream. I'm still back in my office asleep at my desk. Soon I'll wake up and realize that working out and food aren't the only things I've been doing without. It's been months since I've had a good fuck and my body is telling me to get with it.
She dug her fingernails into her palm, hoping that would wake her up, but it didn't. She was still here, and could feel her pussy lips being pulled open so the man's tongue and lips could get at her better.
Her cunt was dripping wet with saliva as his tongue slurped and sucked on her. He seemed to be in no hurry whatsoever, and minute after minute went by as he continued to gnaw and slurp and lick at her cunt. Sharon was astounded. Surely he was crazy, she thought.
Yet still he knelt, the sounds of his wet slurping and licking loud in the empty garage.
I don't believe this, she groaned to herself. It has to be a dream, a dirty, erotic dream.
Erotic?
This wasn't erotic at all. This was horrifying.
She thought about what her friends would say if she told them she'd been accosted in the garage, bent over her car and eaten out.
"Send him to me next," was probably what they'd say.
Her fear began to subside as the minutes ticked away. She didn't think she was in immediate danger of being killed by this crazy bastard. She wished she dared turn around but wasn't willing to risk it. All she could do was feel what his tongue was doing.
His technique was excellent, she admitted to herself. His tongue was long too, and the way his lips sucked on her clitty was sending hot flashes through her loins even now.
That realization made her eyes jerk open again. Surely she wasn't enjoying this! She'd like to kill the rotten fucking bastard! She hated his miserable, stinking, filthy rotten guts and would gladly blow them out if she only had a gun!
But it did...it did feel good, dammit!
His nose was grinding over her clitty as his tongue drove deep into her hole. His hands had moved upwards off her thighs and were stroking and squeezing her naked ass flesh, kneading it like soft dough.
I must be insane, she thought. I'm being raped and I'm liking it!
But it had been months since she'd had time for a good fucking, more than a week since she'd even found time to masturbate, and she was exhausted from too many long hard days and too little sleep. Her resistance was at a low point, and his tongue felt soooooo good.
She felt her muscles slowly relaxing all over her body, felt the wire-taut tension in her muscles ease as a warm bubbling fire burned away at her pussy. She groaned as he thrust his fingers back inside her and pumped them slowly in and out, his tongue wriggling against her clitty.
She realized suddenly that her ass was grinding around in circles again, only now it wasn't him that was doing it, she was doing it on her own. She groaned aloud then and then gasped as he thrust a third finger inside her and drove them deep.
"Want it baby?"
"Ooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "You want a fuck?"
She didn't answer, gasping and swallowing repeatedly.
He thrust his ringers in hard and she grunted, her body jerking against the car. He pulled his ringers back half way out and continued to lick her clitty.
She shoved her ass back, impaling herself on his fingers, mortified at her behavior as she heard him chuckle in amusement.
"Hot little lawyer slut needs some meat, does she? Beg for it and it's yours, honey. Beg for it, Sharon."
"Fu.. .fu.. .fuck me," she whispered.
"I didn't hear you, Sharon honey."
"Fuck.. . . fuck me," she said, slightly louder.
"Beg for it."
"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her voice rose and her body shuddered as she begged.
"You got it, whore."
Her words seared her but she groaned in anxious anticipation as he stood up and took his fingers out of her slit. She heard his zipper, then felt his erection against her pussy. She spread her legs a little more, as he rubbed it up and down on her slit.
He sniggered again and once more she quivered in humiliation. Then his cock pushed against her hole. Her pussy was wet with more than saliva now and he thrust it in to the hilt with one stroke.
Sharon cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she came. The man pumped furiously, his hips slamming into her buttocks, knocking her into the side of the car. His cock pounded up and down her tight hole, skewering her with it's savage violent strokes.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Whore!" he snarled, driving his meat up into her belly. He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off the trunk. His hands slid around in front of her and gripped her blouse, ripping it open with a loud tearing sound.
He tore apart her bra, his hands like the claws of a lion as he dug into her flesh. She cried out again, her mind staggered by the violent sexual hurricane roaring through her body.
Her hands pressed down on the trunk as she arched her back. She shoved her chest into his hands, grunting with delight as he mashed and squeezed them. His nails dug into her sensitive mammaries as he twisted them around in brutal lust.
She humped back against his pistoning cock, heedless of the pain as his hard, knobby cockhead crushed up against her cervix repeatedly. Her head jerked up and down, up and down, like a spirited filly, and the man growled like a maddened beast as he rode her.
She was nearly maniacal with sexual abandon, and then suddenly she stiffened, air gurgling out of her gaping mouth as she came with a cataclysmic release of high tension orgiastic pleasure. Her cunt flared like a rocket, clutching and spasming around his cock and he howled in glee as he stuffed it up her to the balls and his juice exploded out the tip.
Sharon's body arched back again and again, as she drove her cunt back onto his tool. Hot sperm gushed up into her belly, flooding her womb with its bubbling white seeds.
She gave a mindless groan and fell forward onto the trunk, totally spent and nearly senseless from the force of her monumental orgasm. He paused, panting for breath, the last of his juice draining out into her guts, then he withdrew.
When she finally had the strength she rose and looked around, but the garage was empty. She staggered back to the door of her car and after fumbling for an endless time got it open and all but fell into the driver's seat.
Her bare ass felt cold against the leather and she felt his juices drooling out between her hot cunt lips.
She sat there for a moment, then closed her jacket to cover her naked exposed breasts, closed the door of the car, started the engine, and drove home.
