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She dropped from her elbows to the mattress so that her breasts were
squashed tightly against it, and she began to slowly rotate her upper
torso. The hard surface of the bed stung her tiny, pinkly taut nipples
into a greater hardness as she felt the hotly throbbing cock behind
her embedded in its full thick length inside her. The distended spongy
head grazed against the sensitive flatness of her cervix, probing
deep, deep down where no one ever had before.

Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a stranger
fucked her from behind, venting his lust in her delighted vagina,
forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees - a lowered
flag of her surrender - panties she had bought to wear for her husband
on their honeymoon. All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure
coursing through her wantonly aroused young body like a fire out of
control. She wanted, needed, to be fucked like this. She wanted to be
subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.

"Up," Klaus was suddenly saying, panting, "Up on the bed."

Kim tried to crawl up on the bed with his cock still buried in her
from behind and failed, falling flat. "I... I can't!"

She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool
rush of air on her tortured loins suddenly freed from the weight of
his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only temporary - the pain
that had existed before was being replaced by a different pain - that
of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while
watching Nichole being skewered from behind returned at the same time,
only in greater force. Her young body mindlessly followed the dictates
of the big German's hands as they coursed over her, removing her
clothing.

The remains of her torn panties were pulled hurriedly from her slender
tapered calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the dress to be
removed over her head. And she heard through the haze of the hashish
cigarette, its soft rustle as it was thrown hurriedly on the floor.
Magic hands snatched the brassiere away and she could feel a cool rush
of air over her whole body now as her large fleshy orbs were freed
from their nylon-strap prison. There was nothing else left--she was
totally naked except for her black, high-heeled pumps---her sensually
quivering white nudity with her contrasting flaming red pussy hair and
black high heels was completely at Klaus's mercy.

In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being
stripped from the German's body as she trembled nakedly, half in fear
and half in impatience. Then... a slight movement of the bed... hot
hands searching over her... pulling her thighs apart... wide apart...
the mattress sagging slightly from a weight crawling up between her
spread legs... urgent fingers parting the wet, eager lips of her
throbbing young cunt ... and suddenly... suddenly, the blunt stab of a
fiery pole of flesh!

"Aaaaggghhhh!" It was a shriek of pain - a cry of exaltation!

Her naked young body writhed and twitched uncontrollably as she
groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing cock sinking deep into
her wildly rejoicing cunt. Her face distorted with passion, little
bird-like cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly-clenched teeth

"O---Oh God!" she gasped as Klaus's hands slipped under the full
rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them while, at the same time,
he strained his cock forward into her with all the strength of his
hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently now and wound her smooth
long legs tightly around his naked hips as he thrust into her. The
smooth velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around
his rigid fleshy column, until she could feel every corrugation on his
rigidly pulsating cock. This was madness the helplessly aroused young
wife had never known - a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her
drugged young mind reveled in her wickedness as she wantonly screwed
her buttocks up tight against his pelvis until she could feel his
sperm-laden balls pressed warmly into the wet, wide-stretched crevice
below her vagina; his testicles danced teasingly against the sensitive
outer rings of her tightly puckered little anus sending shivers of
lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends.

There was nothing else in me world; no tomorrow, no Hank, no better
person to be, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of
belly smacking against naked belly... of cunt against cock.

"Ooooohhhh yes, yes, fuck it hard, daring, fuck it hard! Give it to
meeeeeeee!!!" she begged, gasping. She was already approaching an
orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human, as
she twisted, writhed, and contorted, spreading her wantonly trembling
legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending
them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heed
of her shoes serving as rowels a digging his hard-muscled buttocks.

Kim saw a flash of light as the lamps in the room flicked on and
clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish
and passion she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, but
nothing mattered anymore except that beautifully hard cock ramming
into her from above.

"Goddamn," she heard a voice like Ernie's say, "Look at Miss Frigid
go."

"I told you to be patient, dear, the hashish and the orgy brought her
around just like I said it would. Think you'd like some of that
pussy?" It was Nichole and her voice was triumphant.

"Man, is she ever tender! If Klaus doesn't fuck her to death, I will.
Let's call in some of the others. We shouldn't leave our hosts out of
something this good.'

"That's fine with me. I want to see her get screwed within an inch of
her life. I want to see her get screwed all night. I'm doing her a
favor."

The voice had been Nichole's and now she heard other voices, voices of
derision and admiration. She opened her eyes a slit. There were men,
naked men, lining up by the bed with erect cocks in their hands. There
was Nichole taking pictures of her fucking her head off with Klaus.

Kim shut her eyes, a look of lewd ecstasy moving over her face. Let
them! Let them all fuck her! And let them take pictures of her! Let
them do every obscene and lewd thing they wanted to do to her. She
closed her eyes tight in masochistic rapture: it was going to be a
long night, and she was going to fuck them all.

And, God! How happy she was! She would never see any of them again...
she could do anything she wanted.

And she wanted to do everything!

Chapter 7


Of course, after every night, comes a dawn. After every evening of
romance, comes the cold gray morning light to cast a different look
upon everything. Even an orgy knows its limits. There comes a time
when the flesh is sated. Energy runs out, the muscles grow tired.
Passion may still be burning but the conscious mind gives out: all
things must rest.

Kim slept as if she bad been drugged. More, she slept like someone
stunned by exhaustion. An army could have marched over her bed, and
she wouldn't have noticed it. She slept through what remained of the
night after the last eager man had ravished her voluptuous young body.
She lost count of how many men fucked her, and she woke, late the next
day, to find herself alone with a few nakedly sleeping bodies
scattered around the room. A young blonde girl, also naked, was asleep
in bed with her, and Kim shuddered as a vague recollection came that
they had had sex together, and she wanted to weep that she had fallen
so low that she would commit any kind of perversion.

She had a ramming, champagne-hangover and couldn't think too clearly.
The hashish didn't help any, leaving her mind vague and unsure. She
was like a drug-user: befuddled and vague. What she could remember
sent a chill up and down her spine. Had she done everything she
remembered? As she groaned and raised herself on one elbow to look
around, she knew that she had done all that she remembered and
probably more. And... Nichole had taken pictures!

She sat bolt upright, shivering. A man, on the floor, moaned and
looked up at her. With a groan, he rolled over on his back and exposed
his rapidly swelling penis. With gestures, he indicated he wanted Kim
to come down on the floor and suck his cock.

Kim shivered again and put her hand over her mouth to keep from
screaming and throwing up, from vomiting right there on the bed where
she had fucked men---strangers---on for hours on end. Her body ached
as if she had been in a six-day bicycle race. Her ravaged young vagina
was sore, the pain sharp and stinging now. To her growing horror, she
discovered a strange taste in her mouth, a taste she had never known
before. Was it male? Female?

With a wild whimper of fear, the bewildered young wife crawled out of
the bed and scurried across the floor, finding her torn panties and
her bunched up dress. She snapped on her brassiere and pulled the
dress on over her head. The panties were too torn and dampened to be
much good. She left them behind, fleeing the apartment with her eyes
bloodshot and her face a pasty white. She fled as if all the demons of
hell were after her at that moment.



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