Chapter 5

One after another, as if I were no more than a target at which they were shooting, they fucked my body. Each had his own way of fucking, each his own way of coming. I accepted them with my body, opening and letting it slide in. There was nothing to it really, my body was made for such things, but my mind which was probably in a state of shock didn't adjust as easily. I tried to block out their existence and now I remember very little of any of them with the exception o Larry.

Actually it was a very funny scene and in spite of the fact that I was very drunk, I couldn't help but chuckle, but my laughs were heeded by no one but me. Larry was last and I had to feel a little sorry about him, but it still struck me as being funny.

He had gotten very hot from watching the ordeal and had worked himself over with his own hands. He hadn't shot, but he had gotten himself really worked up.

He looked down at me and then climbed on, as if I were a horse on a merry-go-round. His cock bobbed up and down and before he could get it in my cunt, just as he touched my spreading lips, he shot. The white gism splashed over me and hit my belly as well as my pussy lips.

He was quite amazed, more so than the rest of us. And he was nearly as persistent as Mike.

"But, fellas," he protested, "I didn't even get a chance to tease her. I didn't get to do nothing!"

"Tough shit!" Judd jumped to his feet, defending me. "You came. And that's the end of you." He turned to the leader, "Right, Harry?"

"Right." Harry sounded as if he didn't altogether agree. And for an instant I was fearful. But he went on, "Rules is rules."

Larry didn't say anything. He stuffed his wilting cock back into his pants and stalked out of the room, followed by the rest of the gang.

I couldn't move. I was too weak, too drunk, too sick, too exhausted to care. I just lay there, numbly listening to the chatter from the other room. Harry's voice rose above the hubbub.

"Shut up! Damn it! Ain'tcha got no respect for order? I say the broad made it. I don't like the way she did it. But she ain't broke no rules. She gave inta all of us and we popped. Even if it wasn't just the thing we wanted to do, she did give in."

He turned to Judd, "So, Judd ... " he paused. "She's yours and she's in. Nobody lays a hand on her unless you allow it. Izzat understood, you guys? No fuckin around with Judd's girl! No fuckin' with Judd's momma!"

I heard a chorus of answers, "That's the rule."

Then there was a long silence.

Then there was much more chatter. But I couldn't make out what was being said. It was too much of an effort even to try.

Finally, vaguely, I heard the door open and then close. There was silence, followed by the muffled roar of motorcycles, growing softer as it dimmed. They were gone. They were leaving on their bikes.

I was relieved. I had survived my ordeal. I was Judd's. All his, and they couldn't touch me!

But what was more important, I could stay with him. He was mine.

My thoughts were interrupted by Judd. He had re-entered the bedroom carrying a bottle of vodka.

"Well, momma," he said, a broad smile on his face, "you made it. You're free and you're safe." He paused, looking at me. "It wasn't so bad after all, was it?"

I shook my head lazily from side to side.

"Let's celebrate." He poured the clear liquid into the two glasses in his other hand and handed me one.

"Bottoms up!" He turned his glass up and emptied it.

I smiled weakly and brought the glass to my lips. It is said that vodka has no odor. But I smelled it. My stomach churned. I didn't want to disappoint Judd. He seemed happy, pleased, relaxed, care fee.

I managed to empty my glass. The sting of the alcohol brought tears to my eyes. I felt the ball of fire roll down into my stomach.

Judd came over, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly.

"Now, how about us, momma?" He stroked my cunt. "Got some left for me, some hot cunt for your daddy, huh?"

My body relaxed. His touch was like the flicking of a switch. I couldn't refuse, not now, not after what I had suffered to win him. I wanted him.

Silently, I slowly nodded my head. I spread my legs, offering him full access to my womanhood.

He kissed his way down over my breasts, onto my stomach, and continued until his lips were pecking at my cunt lips. His warm mouth teased me. He was taunting me without words. I wanted him now and badly.

"How'd you like something nice and big in there, now," he whispered seductively in my ear.

"What?" His exact wording brought me the memory of my brother and the magazine dildo.

"Cock, momma," he said soothingly, "hot cock. What else do you think I'd give you after what you've done for me, tonight? Cock, momma, cock."

I felt the vodka fulfilling its purpose. My head was swimming. Everything became hazy once again. My joints would not respond to my efforts. Movements came, instead, without my conscious awareness. My body was moving of its own accord. It was expressing itself. It was offering itself.

I realized that my hips were pressing up against Judd's hand. They were pressing hard. In my mind I could imagine the hotness of his flesh within me. I could feel it penetrating me deeply, lovingly, manly.

"Yes," I heard myself saying, "whatever you want, Judd, I'm here for you. I'm yours, Judd. That's what Harry said. I'm yours."

"And, so you are," he smiled. "So you are. And you want to please me, don't you, momma. You want to make me feel good, don't you, huh?"

His verbal seduction was successful. Certainly, I wanted to please him. Yes, I wanted to make him feel good.

I reached into his crotch and fondled his flesh. I felt the firmness resting against his stomach. It was confined by his levis. I knew he was excited, and he knew I was excited.

Now, we could have each other.

My thoughts were shattered by the abrupt presence of Mike. He was standing in the doorway as if he had suddenly materialized. I thought that he had left, and I thought that we were alone, but no, Mike was still there!

As my body tensed, my mind raced. Mike and Larry were the two who hadn't actually fucked me. Was Mike returning to take what the rules hadn't allowed him earlier?

Then I saw that Judd was looking at Mike and smiling!

"You remember Mike, don't you, momma?" He turned back to face me.

My tense body acknowledged the fact.

"Well, then, relax, momma. Relax. Mike's a friend of mine, a good friend. And he's gonna be your friend, too, momma. Somethin' you're gonna love, know that? You're gonna love Mike before very long."

"But Judd," I said, cutting off his hypnotic, droning voice, "he said nobody could touch me now, I'm yours. He's not supposed to touch me any more."

"Oh, that. You just didn't listen to him close enough. He said unless I agree, and momma, I agree, wholeheartedly. You've never seen him turn a broad on with that cock of his momma. But you're gonna feel it because I want you to, because if you do, it'll make me feel good. It'll please me. You do want to please me, don't you, momma, huh? Don't you?"

Again I agreed with him. I didn't want to. I wanted to protest. But Judd had found the way around me. He had found a way to melt me down to his pleasure. He could do it like nobody else I knew could. Still, I did resist for a while as I remembered Mike's deliberate cruelty. His wanton torture at my expense. Harry had been rough and demanding. But Mike had fiendishly tried to degrade me. I think he hoped that I would refuse, then he would have had me at his mercy any time he wanted me-regardless of what Judd could have done-because of the rule.

"I'll do it for you, Judd. But ... " I paused as Judd frowned. His eyes narrowed. Swallowing, I continued, "Only if Mike promises not to torture me and do things like he did earlier. I'm your momma, Judd, not Mike's piss pot!" I might be drunk, but I wasn't going to put up with that stuff from anybody-not even Judd, for whom I would do almost anything.

Judd and Mike exchanged glances. Then Mike smiled. "Okay," he said.

I nodded acceptance.

"Then be a sweetheart, momma. That's a good girl. Don't be difficult. And don't displease me, you don't wanna do that, now, do you? Huh? Do you?"

Again I indicated that I did not. I did want to please him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted what he wanted, but would Mike-

I looked at Mike. He wore a hard smile on his face, now. But it wasn't a cruel one. His eyes were drinking in my nudity. His one hand hung loosely at his side. His other hand was already undoing his fly. He worked slowly, confidently, deliberately.

"You only got one trouble," he said. I looked at him questioningly.

"You're too good a cock-sucker. And while I don't mind that, I like pussy. Judd says you got a good one. How about it. Is he right?"

I know I must have looked stupid. Any answer to such a question would have sounded dumb. Besides, the vodka was very effective at this time.

His fly being open, he crossed his arms in front of him and took hold of the edge of his T-shirt. With a single smooth motion, he pulled it up and over his head and stood stripped to the waist.

I knew there was no way out of this. I was going to get fucked, whether I wanted to be or not, by Mike.

"Yeah, momma," I heard Judd's voice again, "Mike's a real cunt lover. He can have almost any broad in town once they've felt his technique. Ain't that right, Mike? In Judd's voice I could hear the admiration that he felt for Mike. And suddenly it all clicked. Mike had acted the way he did before out of jealousy. Mike could get anyone he wanted, but Judd had gotten me first! Now that he could share with Judd, he wasn't jealous!

"Like I said earlier, my tamer does it to 'em. Once they've felt it, there's nothin' like it, nothing."

I resolved to prove him wrong! I knew that I would in any case enjoy Mike, but I would be sure not to enjoy too much. Just to spite him a little, I could do my damnest to be "Mike-resistant."

Judd was naked now. He lay next to me, fondling me, stimulating me out of my passiveness. I was responding, although I still held to my resolutions.

But they were fruitless!

Judd talked to me, coaxed me, teased me. He tantalized me until I was almost ready to rape Mike!

"Judd," I slurred softly and drunkenly, "promise me that I can have you after Mike, promise me, promise."

"Momma, I don't have to promise you a thing like that. That cunt of yours is mine, all mine. What do you think I'm gonna do to it? Why, fuck it like it oughtta be fucked, that's what! You know that, don't you, huh? After you've felt his cock and he's tamed you, after

I've seen you squirm around on his shaft, after you've really worked out."

My mouth was dry. I reached for the bottle. I tipped it up to my lips, drinking heavily from it. I felt fire, but ignored it.

"Hey! Go easy on that. It's one-hundred-proof. It'll numb you and knock you on your ass for sure. Easy!"

He took the bottle out of my hands and away from my lips. Almost immediately, though, I felt warm. Abandonment covered me like a cloak. I felt all reason, resolve and restraint dissolve.

In my drunken mind I saw sex. Depraved sex. Cocks, an ocean of them, big ones, all of them. Hard. Erect. Moist. And in the middle of this ocean I couldn't help myself dashing madly from one to another. I would squat on this one and then race to another bigger, better one. Taking one in my mouth as I squatted on another, then racing on to better and bigger ones.

I rolled toward Judd. Groveling in his crotch, I found his hardness and ate it. It crawled into my throat-stiff, hard, moist, tasty-just like the ones in my hallucinations.

My pussy came alive. It itched, twitched. It began contracting. It needed something. Cock. It needed cock!

I reached out, blindly, and grazed the flesh next to me on the bed. My hand moved over it, around it, getting bearings. I followed the rigid muscles of the stomach down to the groin, down to the tufted mats of thick hair and out onto the flesh that protruded from it.

Mike's cock. That's what Judd had said I wanted. And I wanted it now, in me deeply, to the hilt.

I didn't care about the size or shape of it. I just wanted it to be inside of me.

With one hand I reached for my cunt and spread the puffed swollen lips, baring the moist inner pinkness to view. I hoped to tantalize Mike into crawling onto and into me. I hoped to have it filled, stretched, stuffed. But I was impatient.

Taking my head from Judd's saliva-covered cock, I looked around at Mike. He was standing there, feet spread, hands on his hips, looking down at me. There was a leering smile on his lips.

"How hot are you, sweetheart?" His voice was slow and smooth.

"Real hot. Real hot. Fuck me."

"Are you ready to take this?" He brandished his swollen cock at me. In my condition, I didn't think of the deformity as a serious obstacle or even as a deformity-that was cock. That's what I wanted.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"Then come, sit on my lap." He took a comfortable position in a leather-covered easy chair. "Let me see you take it. All of it. All by yourself. Show us you really want it."

I looked at Judd. He consented. I could see it in his eyes.

I scrambled off the bed, staggering. I wobbled over to Mike and crawled onto the arms of the chair, spreading my legs to straddle them. I worked my body so that I was directly over the stiffened pecker.

I placed one hand behind Mike's head for support and began lowering myself.

I touched him.

I touched the head of his cock.

It was hot. It was wet. It felt good!

I lowered myself still more. The pressure increased. I could feel the lips of my cunt spreading, opening, making room for the invader, willingly, eagerly, hungrily.

I could feel his hardness crawling up my canal, shoving them into position so that he could proceed. His monster forced them to conform to the angle of his shaft, which was shoving harder toward my backbone and my guts.

"Ohhhh ... " my sullen voice croaked and cracked as I expressed my joy. "More. More. Oohhhhh!"

"Yeah, momma." That was Judd. "Take it for me. Imagine that it's me. Imagine that it's your daddy doin' it to ya. Slip down on it, momma. You've hardly got anything. You just barely got the head. Take it for me. Go on, take it. Take it."

I responded to his coaxings. The muscles pulled in my legs, spreading my cunt. The lips were held wide apart and stretched taut around the big piece of meat that was crawling sweetly up into my cunt. I wanted more, more. I lowered myself further onto his prick. Further ... further ... further.

"Another five inches," I heard Mike say.

I looked at him. He was looking intently, watching the penetration, watching his cock fill me as it forced its way into me. Deeper, ... deeper.

"Oh, fuck me." I was lost in passion. I could overcome the accompanying pain now. I could overcome anything! So long as it would intensify the pleasure, anything would be easy to overcome!

I took my hand from Mike's neck and placed both, one each behind me on the ends of the chair's arms. By pushing I could raise my body and my cunt, of course, until I was almost off him.

Then I relaxed the pressure. My body fell of its own weight on the phallus waiting patiently. I submitted to it, sank onto it, enveloped it.

The first sensation of pain hit me, clearing my head. But as quickly as it came, it passed into pleasure-sheer exquisite pleasure.

I repeated the process, raised myself, and plunged down on his dick.

He did not move. He didn't need to.

My hunger and desire was enough for both of us. My aching itching cunt was the only power needed.

I knew delight. The feeling, the sensations were indescribable.

But I was insatiable.

Judd had awakened an unknown hunger in me, for when I knew I'd reached bottom, it wasn't enough. I wanted more!

His hardness poked at my back. It poked at my stomach. But I wanted more!

Over and over I rose and fell on his rigid staff, each time sinking its full length into me. Wonderful!

"She's somethin' else! Once she gets goin', she's a regular fuckin' machine. Can you see her, Judd? Can you see her takin' it all-every fuckin' bit of it? She's got it all, except for the balls!"

"Yeah!" Judd said. "That's my momma. She wants what I want done. If I told her to stop, she'd stop. But, if I told her to turn around, I'll bet she could do it without taking it out of that cunt of hers. She's my momma and she wants to please me." Judd turned more toward me.

"Ain't that right, momma? It feels good, don't it, huh? Feels good, huh? You like that cock up there, don't you. Way up there in your little box, pokin' away at your baby pussy. Scrapin' at the walls, huh, momma? Don't it feel good? Huh?"

"Hell! It's heaven! It's like I've never had! It's like a god inside me! It's like it belongs there! It's part of me, mine, I wish I could snap it off and keep it there forever and ever. Never have to take it out! To always feel it squirming and sliding."

I didn't know what I was saying, or if I was speaking at all.

Sensations emanated from my groin. They were almost too much to bear.

I continued my lunges down onto his cock. I continued slamming his flesh into me. Each time I felt his hardness stretch me inside, stretch me a bit, shoving my flesh brutally aside.

It came to me that Judd had suggested turning around, facing the other way.

I placed my hands-one facing forward and one backward-more securely on the arms of the chair and leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to be able to raise one leg high enough to get it over Mike's head.

Being aware of what I was doing, he bent his head forward to make it easier for me.

Then, I was sitting sideways on him with both legs over on the same side, both over the same arm. I found that this position enabled my legs to help my arms more, and so I paused for an instant to rest my tired arms a little.

In this new position, I could feel the angled pecker change position, location, and direction. I could feel it pressing against my side, scraping the sides of my cunt. It was stretching me, shoving me sideways, as before.

This new sensation was inciting!

But I had to turn the rest of the way. I didn't want to, not just yet, but my balance was awkward and unsure.

Quickly I shifted myself again. At first I simply straddled Mike. Then I got my legs back up over the arms of the chair. Now I faced in the same direction as he did. I was facing Judd.

In this new position, his cock pressed forward against my stomach, against the flesh of my tummy.

I could press my hands-sitting this way I didn't need my hands as the arms of the chair conveniently sloped up and held my legs-to my tummy and feel his hardness within me with my fingers. I could feel its movements when I raised and lowered myself.

"Wow! What a sight! That fuckin' dong stuck in that fuckin' cunt is really something to see! How's it feel now, momma?" Judd's eyes were large and round. I guess I must have really surprised and pleased him, but mostly surprised him.

"Heaven! Nothing could feel better right now. Nothing but this cock going deeper."

"But, momma," Judd said, amusement in his voice, "you can't get any more. You've got it all now. Every last fuckin' inch of that tamer is in you. How's it feeling?"

"Like a rough telephone pole! like a shovel handle with spikes, slipping in and out, in and out of my cunt. It's on fire. It's burning up. I want more! More! I want more of it!" I screamed with the desperate need.

"Didn't I tell ya? Once it's in there, you don't ever want to let go. You can only want more. Now you know what I meant by tamer. Now you know why the cunt goes crazy just thinkin' about it. like you're doin' right now. Suckin' it. Fuckin' it. Ridin' it like a fuckin' whore."

"Yeah," I agreed wantonly, "Like a whore, a filthy whore, a fucking slut, a cock-hungry slave. Cock. Cock. Cock. Big cock."

"Oh, it's wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Ride it," I heard two voices simultaneously.

I rode. My body was wet with sweat, but I was unaware of it. My motions were so frantic and quick that one could have hardly told that I was moving at all. I was rejecting and injecting Mike's cock so fast that Judd could hardly see it happening.

But, I felt it.

"What d'you say, Mike? Is she all I told you she'd be? Is she as hot and as hungry as you expected?"

"Man! There ain't no cock that could satisfy this skirt, right now. Not even a full fist could make her happy. Look at her go! She's lost! She's turned into a damned machine. She's fucking herself silly!"

He was right. Nothing could have stopped me now. I would have fought to keep that cock up inside my cunt, to feel it slipping and sliding in and out, in and out. I was crazy to feel it push against my belly. I was insane for and with sex.

Judd was enhancing the feeling. He was sitting on the edge of the bed-leaning, actually-on one elbow, working his hard cock with the other hand as he watched us.

I could see his big cock poking out from his fist. My gluttonous appetite grew.

I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my throat, and I wanted the cock in my cunt. I want both of these studs at the same time.

With a quick motion as I was pulling myself up on a stroke, I continued up and leaped off Mike. I heard his slimy cock slap wetly against his stomach as it fell out of me.

I fell on my knees before Judd and devoured his member. It went down my throat quickly and easily. Delighted, I gurgled.

Then, I felt Mike behind me once again. He was on his knees, positioning the head of his still stiff cock against my pussy and pressing. He sank his ramrod into me.

I was getting it from both ends, exactly as I wanted it.

"Relax your hips," Mike instructed me, "Let your back arch."

As he said this, he applied pressure to the small of my back, forcing it downward and at the same time, he forced me to arch my hips and to turn my pussy toward his cock.

He slid into me all of the way. The curve of his cock arched me even more. It was rampant. It was stiff. It was inflexible. It was hot. It was resilient. I could feel his hot poker burning its way back into me-every last inch, and more, he regained.

My stomach was arched far out and forward. I touched it with my hands. The sensation sent me into spasms of orgasmic delight.

Judd had taken my head in his hands. He was working it steadily up and down over his cock as I fucked and was fucked in the face.

Mike held my hips steady as he thrust into me from the rear. My mind whirled. Fantastic drunken hallucinations sprang into my mind.

No matter what physical sounds I heard-whether it was my own slobbering sound or the slush of Mike's cock-I wove it into my spontaneous fantasies. I was lost to any and all reason. In the distance I heard myself whimpering and moaning. At least, I think it was me. But I heard other voices, too. "Whatta cock-sucker."

"What a cunt!"

"Can't get enough. She'll choke to death first, cock-starved bitch. Cock-lapping momma of mine."

"Pussy's like a vise all the way in her womb. Never felt it before, wild, crazy. Fantastic cunt!"

I heard the words, then, but I couldn't and didn't connect them to anything then. Later, I did when I remembered. I couldn't think of anything but the vibrations of sex. Every sound drove me onward. Every moment drove me on. There was nothing that I did not translate into desire and then set about satisfying.

I don't remember when it all ended. The last thing I do remember is a sort of grand explosion-like the whole world had gone up and then-nothing.