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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Poetry Recital - 2 by Goldrush (goldrush@aussiemail.com.au) *** The rape of Alison continues with a poetry recital. (MMF, rp, v, tor, was, oral) *** I can fuck for a long time without coming, even when I'm enjoying myself as much as I was then - so five minutes later I was still violating Alison's pretty face just as energetically, panting hard as I drove my massive, engorged cock deep into the velvet warmth of her throat. The desperate gagging noises she was making were turning me on even more, so that the more she fought for air, the harder I humped her face and the less air she got - a little awkward for her, but hugely erotic for me. Pete seemed to be having an equally good time between her legs. His cock is about nine inches long when it's fully erect, and he had every last inch buried in Alison's pretty little snatch as he deflowered her with groans of delight. But it's not a picnic if all you eat is cake. We were soon ready to swap ends, which was accomplished with the minimum of fuss as Alison was half-unconscious from the throat-fucking and in no position to object. I think Pete shoved his massive phallus into her mouth just as she was starting to recover her senses. Certainly her eyes went wide and she gave an urgent "Mmmph!" around his shaft. "Ding dong!" said Pete. "Rapist calling!" Then he started to make energetic love to Alison's lovely face, at exactly the same time that I shoved my blood-heavy prong up her twatgash. Once again we raped our beautiful girlfriend at both ends, ignoring her discomfort as we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves with her irresistible orifices. If anything, Pete was being more brutal with her mouth than I'd been: he kept most of his dick in her mouth the whole time, thrusting into her face with short but forceful strokes, the sound of her muffled gagging music to his lustful ears. Her cunt was fantastic - every bit as tight as Pete had said it was, but somewhat lubed up now by her body's natural response to the vigorous fucking she'd already received. It was a tunnel of velvet, and I raped it with great delight. Then suddenly Pete pulled out of her mouth and gave me a look - an excited, eager look. "Pull her round," he said. I didn't get what he meant at first, but he started to haul our limp, dazed fuck-toy around so that she was laying cross-ways on the bed, her head dangling over the edge. "As you were," Pete said with a grin, climbing off the bed and straddling Alison's head. I shoved my cock back into her twatgash with a grunt of delight - but I didn't thrust for a moment, wanting to see what Pete had on his mind. He was thinking about ease of access. With Alison's head now lolling off the edge of the bed, her throat was one straight line leading from her mouth to her stomach. Pete shoved his cock into her face again, but this time he didn't stop - he just kept feeding it in. Thoroughly galvanised by panic, Alison struggled wildly. I dropped my weight down onto her and pinned her hands by her sides. Without breaking rhythm, Pete continued to shove his immense, fat cock inch by inch down her gullet. I could actually see the thickness of his shaft bulging out her throat. He didn't stop until his balls were lying on the bridge of her nose, and his cock was root-deep in her face. Alison's hands were trembling at her sides, fighting against me, but I was a lot stronger than her especially as the oxygen starvation kicked in. "How does it feel?" I asked Pete. "Fucking lovely," he groaned. "She's going to die, though," I pointed out tactfully. "I know, I know," he grunted, and pulled part-way out again. Alison inhaled noisily around the great shaft that was still embedded in her face. Then with one accord we both started humping her again. I couldn't hold back any more. With a yell of delight, I blasted Alison's womb with my pent-up seed - and a moment later, Pete gave an almost agonised groan as he abruptly froze with his cock deep in Alison's face. I saw her throat work desperately as she struggled to cope with the generous flood of semen he was pumping down her gullet. She must have felt like she was drowning in it, and Pete's huge, thick organ filled her mouth too completely for any of the stuff to escape, so there was only one place for it to go. Thoroughly satisfied, at least for the moment, we climbed off Alison and let her get her breath back. She was moaning and whimpering, curled up into a foetal ball on the bed, so we ignored her for a few minutes and shared a can of lager. "What's the most times you've done it in a night?" Pete asked me conversationally. "Four," I said. "That was a rape, too, funnily enough. Down in Cheshunt." "Was I there for that?" he asked. "Don't think so. Swedish au pair from the estate where Mick was living. Silver blonde. Tasty number she was." "Petra?" "Yeah, that was her name. How'd you know?" "Mick told me about that one. He made her suck off his dog." "Yeah." I grinned, remembering. "Fucking amazing. Mind you, no-one wanted to use her mouth again afterwards." "When are the other guys getting here?" I asked Pete, and there was a wail of despair from Alison. Weak as she was, she tumbled off the bed and made a limping run for the door. Pete tripped her up and she went down heavily. We carried her back to the bed and dumped her unceremoniously down on it. "I said it was going to be a big party, Alison," I reminded her. "And I told all the blokes what I told you - no partners. So I hope you don't mind if they all have a go on you." Talking about past rapes had got us good and horny, so we made her go down on us again. In no time we were as strainingly erect as we'd been the first time around. A rape will do that for you - it inspires you to efforts you didn't know you could make. This time we decided to sample the delights of Alison's arsehole. So I anointed her bum with KY jelly as Pete vigorously raped her face. Then I held her down on the bed while he shoved his prong up her arse. Alison's face was a picture. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "Oh god!" Then she became inaudible and incoherent, just babbling whispered half-words as Pete's monstrous dick pounded away at her guts. Then I got my turn. She was insanely tight down there, and I almost came again after only a few minutes of rampageously buggering her. I had to pull out and take a breather. It was at this point that the doorbell rang. It was Mick and John, and they were well impressed when they saw Alison. "Nice tits!" said John approvingly. "Whoa! Me next up her arse!" said Mick. Pete was buggering her again, but her mouth was free so John got his cock out and shoved it into her face. "Oh yeaaaah!" he groaned. "That's fucking lovely!" Soon he was crudely humping Alison's flushed, dazed face as Pete mercilessly reamed out her bum. They both came at the same time, John hosing her tonsils with his first load of the evening while Pete planted a packet deep up in her back passage. By this time me and Mick were extremely aroused from watching them, and we fell on Alison like a pair of wild animals. Mick ferociously screwed her face while I fucked her cunt and her arse alternately, finally spending my load in her bumhole. John held out a few minutes longer, but soon enough he was pressing Alison's face tightly to his crotch as he orgasmed explosively right down her throat. Then it was another round of Alison licking and sucking us hard while we played with her tits and her cunt. She was looking a bit the worse for wear by this time - her face bruised both from the slaps she'd got and from hard sexual usage, her tits red and sore where we'd chewed on them, her hair plastered to her face with drying cum. She looked like a well-used whore, and we all felt a surge of pride and arousal just looking at her. The way she looked was the result of all our efforts. An hour or so later we'd all fucked Alison and come in her at least three times each. It was time for some games to spice up the sex and get us turned on again. We started off with the objects game. We made Alison lie down on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. She had to hook her hands behind her knees and keep her legs spread; otherwise she got a slap or a nipple twist from the guy who was nearest. Then we each got out the objects we'd brought. The aim was to come up with something vaguely phallic, but outrageously long and thick. The objects would be lined up according to majority vote, and the biggest one that we could actually shove up Alison's cunt would win the guy who'd brought it a prize. John had brought one of those fake Oscars that say WORLD'S GREATEST LOVER. He forced it up Alison's snatch without preamble, and though it made her moan and sob, she took it without too much trouble. Pete tried to argue that it didn't count unless John got the base inside her cunt too, but John appealed the decision and the vote went his way. Mick produced - with a flourish - a huge cucumber (a perennial favourite) and artificially raped Alison with it to cheers and ribald comments about five helpings of vegetables. She was moaning "oh god! Oh god!" in a weak voice, over and over again, but she was too afraid of the consequences to try to close her legs, and ultimately Mick was able to cram the whole ridiculous length of the cucumber up her snatch. Pete's offering was just a dildo - but it was a dildo about a foot long and proportionately thick. It took all his strength to get it rammed up her, and Alison actually fainted before he'd finished, but eventually the base of the massive thing was protruding only half an inch or so from her cunt lips. That left me, but I wasn't quite ready yet. "I'll be showing you my object shortly," I assured them. "For now, we'll postpone the vote and go on to game two." There were protests, but they were good-natured. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Well, everyone except Alison, of course. The second game was something I'd laid on specially for her. "Now you may not know it," I said to the guys, "but our hostess tonight is a bit of a poet on the quiet, and she's brought some of her work along to read to us." There were jeers and catcalls, and Alison turned a stricken face towards me. This was a kind of rape she hadn't imagined. Ignoring her pleading eyes, I thrust the IDEAS book into her hands. "Read us a poem," I told her. "And make it good. I want lots of feeling and expression. Give it to me, or you're going to be really sorry." The guys looked on, puzzled but interested. With trembling hands, Alison leafed through the book, and finally found a poem she felt she could deal with. "In nature's touch," she recited, quavering but audible, "there is a script that in full darkness must be read. And if we run our fingers down the lines..." She didn't get any further, because I jumped onto the bed, crammed my hard-on into her mouth and began to violently fuck her face. She choked and gurgled, taken completely by surprise by the crude and brutal oral assault. I kept it up for about twenty seconds, really driving my dick into her throat, banging my balls on her chin at each thrust. Then I pulled out again, and ignoring her coughing and her watering eyes I gave her an impatient wave. "Keep going," I said - and when she didn't start reading again, I grabbed her bruised nipple and twisted it hard, eliciting a wail of anguish from her. "Keep going," I repeated, sternly. "We don't want any breaks." "I-if we run," Alison babbled, "our fingers down the lines, we see the gaps where reason's blind. We see..." Pete had got the point of the game by this time. He jumped onto the bed, force-fed Alison his massive prong, and started to hump her mouth with furious energy. Holding a double handful of her hair, he drove her face into his crotch, brutally slam-fucking her throat, then he stopped as abruptly as I had, and backed off. Alison was crying freely now, but she knew what was expected of her and she carried on. "We see the silent spaces fill with arguments we cannot choose but know. And each ellipsis says - - gwmmph ukkkk gwrrr!" This time she got a mouthful - and a throatful - of Mick's massive erection, and he proceeded to fuck her face so forcefully that I was sure she was going to choke to death on his cock. By the time she got to the end of the poem, we'd all raped her mouth four or five times, and her face was flushed, her eyes glazed, her voice unsteady. "B... by this world's bounty gent... gently kissed," she whispered, and floundered into silence. "That was lovely, Alison," I said, solemnly. "Now I'm going to critique it first." I gripped her head in my hands and drove her face down onto my cock, spearing her lips and driving my blood-gorged shaft deep into her throat. I fucked her gullet with no holds barred, groaning in delight, as she gagged and moaned around my invading member. I let my climax overtake me, felt my cock explode deep in her throat, and held her impaled on it as I hosed her tonsils with jet after jet of thick spunk. When I let go of her she slid limply down onto the bed, drooling cum from the corners of her mouth. "Does anyone else have an opinion on Alison's poem?" I asked. "Oh yeah," said Pete, with a wicked grin. He didn't bother to haul her upright - he just climbed on top of her and shoved his gigantic organ directly into her face as though her mouth was her cunt. He fucked her face so forcefully that her head was bouncing off the bed, and his swollen glans must have been slamming into her tonsils like a boxer's fist into a punchball. Her hands fluttered weakly, but there was nowhere to go to escape the cruel violation. While Pete was enjoying Alison's pretty face, Mick got her legs apart and shoved his cock up her already violated arse. Soon they were shagging her in unison, and most of Alison's lovely body was out of sight under their bucking, humping backs. We cheered them on with glee. Finally Pete came with a mighty yell, and Alison's throat bobbed as she desperately tried to cope with his outpouring seed before it choked her. A few seconds later, Mick groaned and filled her arsehole with his cum. Then they both reluctantly climbed off her, spent for the moment. Alison was spent too. She just lay there with her eyes half-open, moaning in pain, cum oozing from her cunt and bumhole to pool on the bed between her legs. "Now," I said, "I still have to produce my object for game one." There was a chorus of agreement, and then an expectant silence. Enjoying the anticipation I was creating, I picked up Alison's IDEAS notebook from the bed, where it had fallen as we took our pleasure on her. Slowly, deliberately, I rolled it into a tube. Abused and broken as she was, Alison tried to sit upright when she saw what I was doing. Mick held her down, and Pete and John pulled her legs wide apart. "No!" Alison gurgled, in a choking voice. "Joe, don't! Please don't!" I gripped the rolled-up notebook tightly in my hand and positioned it at the fork of her crotch. "It was your poetry that first brought us together, Alison," I said. "So this feels very right, somehow." It took a lot of effort - even rolled up tight, the notebook was thick and unwieldy - but I managed to force a couple of inches of it up Alison's snatch, and after that it was a little easier. She wailed in agony, but that didn't stop me - I kept pushing, and when some internal barrier blocked my way I slammed the book with the heel of my hand, hammering it in. This made Alison faint again, and since all our cocks were raw and tender from too much exercise it seemed a good place to bring the evening to a close. As per our usual tradition, we put her in the bath first and pissed all over her, which woke her up a little bit. Pete shoved his dick into her mouth and made her drink his piss, which is a bit of a fetish of his. The rest of us just hosed her face and tits, or in John's case her cunt. The IDEAS book was still sticking out between her legs at this point, so it got quite wet - but then we'd shot so much spunk into her hole between the four of us, the book was probably already pretty much ruined. Then we carried her down to the car and dumped her in. Pete drove and I sat in the back with her to make sure she didn't do anything crazy like jump out while we were moving. She was too weak for that, though: we'd fucked her half to death. At one point she stirred, her eyes focused, and she looked up at me. "Why, Joe?" she whispered, through cracked and swollen lips. I shook my head, giving a half-shrug. "Alison," I said, smiling fondly down at her, "it was your poems or your cunt. I think we made the right choice." We dropped her off close to the campus, and threw her clothes out after her. The last I saw of her, she was trying to get her poetry book out of her cunthole one- handed, the other hand covering her breasts in an endearing instinct of modesty. So there you go. The fuck to end all fucks, in many respects. And I'm not sorry we gang-raped Alison. But I do miss her sometimes, and I wonder what might have happened if I'd asked her out on a regular date. Acting on impulse, you see. It leaves you with a lot of might-have-beens to ponder. Now let me tell you about sweet little Jennifer... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 28