Chapter 7

"How is she?" Hatchett asked.

Jennifer gave a disgusted look at the hairy man who sat at her kitchen table. She was beginning to hate him more and more. He knew how to arouse her passion but that didn't make him a nice man.

"How would you be doing?" Jennifer asked.

He laughed roughly and loudly. "Come on, sugar," he said. "A nice little fucking couldn't hurt the girl."

"You hurt her," Jennifer accused. "You really did hurt her. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open and she could hardly breathe. I think she went into shock. She's sleeping now."

"Hell," Hatchett said. "She shouldn't have gotten so uppity with me."

"You are a bastard," Jennifer said coolly.

At that moment they both heard a car pulling into the driveway. Jennifer went to the window and looked out. She saw a short, squat man coming up the steps. Beside him walked a tall boy of about nineteen. He had greasy hair and pimples and he really turned Jennifer off.

"Your friends are here," Jennifer said.

"Well open the door, sugar," he said.

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. She had nothing on but a pair of panties.

She opened the door and she saw the look of surprise and hunger come to the two men's faces.

"Well I'll be damned," the short man said.

"Jesus Christ," the boy said.

"Hey, come on in," Hatchett said. "The water's fine. Come the fuck in. Did you bring any beer?"

"Nah," the short one said. "We didn't know we were going to have a party"

The short one shut the door behind him. He couldn't take his eyes off Jennifer. She was just as nice as Hatchett had promised. Damn, she was nicer. What an ass. And those tits. Like plump melons with cherries on top. Jesus, he was starting to get hungry.

"Don't let your mouth stay open," Hatchett laughed. "A fly might drop in."

"You didn't tell me she looked this fine," he said.

"I told you she was nice, though," Hatchett said. "And she is nice. And she fucks like an animal. The best piece of pussy you ever got."

Jennifer stood watching the three of them out of half-closed eyes. She didn't like what she was hearing. One man had been all right. She could handle Hatchett. But she didn't like the thought of being used by two men, or three at the same time.

The young, greasy-haired boy put his arm around Jennifer's shoulders.

"You're a pretty thing," he said.

The boy really was ugly. Jennifer pushed him away. She wanted to claw his face but she controlled herself.

"You said you would leave," she said.

"Sure, baby," Hatchett said. "I'm going to leave. But first, we're going to have a little party. Wouldn't you like that? A little party?"

Jennifer kept backing away from the greasy- haired boy. He finally had her backed against the door. She felt his fingers rubbing the flesh of her thigh.

"Let me go," she said, "or I'll scratch your eyes out."

The boy looked a little amused. He kept rubbing her thighs and she went for his eyes as she had promised him. She missed only by inches but she did scrape two large cuts underneath both his eyes.

"Jesus!" he cried.

She slipped out from between him and the door and she ran for the kitchen. She could get a knife. Two could play at the knife game. She would cut the greasy kid's balls off.

She was stopped easily by the short man. He grabbed her around the waist and flung her toward the couch. She lost her footing but she quickly scrambled back to her feet.

"You goddamned bitch," the boy said, holding out a knife that had appeared from nowhere. "Try to blind me, will you. Maybe I'll cut one of your titties off."

"Hold it, Johnny," Hatchett said. "Stop right there or I'll make you eat that knife."

The boy stopped. It was obvious that he feared Hatchett.

"I want to cut her," Johnny said.

"Maybe later," Hatchett said. "Right now I want you to run to the store for beer."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah, you have to. I'll make it worth your while. There's a pretty little thing upstairs about your age. Maybe you'll like her better. Anyway, take her with you. You'll have to dress her."

"Shit yeah," Johnny said. He put his knife away. "But I'm not finished with you, bitch."

Jennifer felt honest fear. This young boy was more dangerous than she had realized. He could hurt her if she tried to do anything else.

"Let Tina sleep," she begged Hatchett.

"Hell no," Hatchett said.

Hatchett and the short man sat at the table and talked for a long time while Jennifer heard Tina making soft, sobbing sounds as the boy made her dress.

Tina looked dazed and hurt as the boy brought her downstairs. The boy had one hand underneath her shift, playing with her naked tits.

"She's a nice one," Johnny said. "I might not bring her home for a while."

"Just get the beer," Hatchett said.

It was not until the boy had taken Tina out the door that the two of them turned to face Jennifer.

"What do you want, Tom?" Hatchett asked. "Tops or bottoms?"

"It don't make no difference, boy," Tom said.

Jennifer looked into their lust-filled faces and she felt her heart pounding. They were both going to use her at the same time.

She had been almost an innocent before Hatchett had forced his way into her home and before he had raped her. Now she could no longer call herself an innocent.

And she had to admit that the thought of two men at once was exciting.

"I don't want you to," Jennifer said.

"It doesn't matter what you want, bitch," Hatchett said.

"Come here," Tom said.

She went to them slowly and Tom put his hands against her tits. He seemed to be content with just holding her jugs for the moment. A hot look was in his eyes.

"She's sure got a nice pair," he said.

"Very nice," Hatchett said. "Taste them."

He pulled Jennifer closer and she felt his hot lips circle her tit. His lips sucked at her nipple until she felt it grow hard.

"Ummm," he said.

He pulled away from her. His arms went around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She felt his hands drop to cup her asscheeks.

"Baby, you are a sweet one," he said.

He fingered her buttocks for a moment, and then she felt one of his fingers probing her anus. She relaxed and she felt his finger slip up into her.

"You already tried this sweet ass?" Tom asked.

"Hell yeah," Hatchett said.

He squeezed her asscheeks again and then he released her.

"You go on over to the couch, sugar," he said. "We'll be with you in a minute."

Like a zombie, Jennifer walked to the couch and sat down. The two men quickly followed her and Tom stripped off his clothes as he walked.

Jennifer studied his naked body. He was not as hairy as Hatchett but he had the same well-developed muscles.

She let her eyes stray down to his crotch. He had a nice prick. It was not as large as Hatchett's but it was still bigger than her husband's.

His prick was only half hard while Hatchett, who had been fucking all morning, was already hard again. God, that Hatchett was a real man. Jennifer doubted that she could ever find a man who could go like Hatchett.

The two men sat down on both sides of her. Hatchett put a rough hand on her knee while Tom started to play with her boobs again.

He couldn't seem to get enough of them. He bent his head and licked at one of her cherry nipples. She felt it getting taut.

"Hey," Tom said. "She really likes that."

"Uh-uh," Hatchett said.

Hatchett took her free nipple into his mouth.

"Oh Jesus Christ," she whispered fiercely.

She'd never even dreamed about having both of her nipples sucked at the same time. This was better than fantasy. She took a look down at the two heads that bobbed over her titties.

It was just too damned exciting.

"Mmmmmm," she said softly. "That's very nice!"

Each of the men had a different style of fucking but together it was like they were playing a duet on her titties.

She grabbed hold of their heads as she felt a tingle go up her spine.

"Oh fellows," she groaned.

She'd been tired before. The physical exertion of the morning had worn her out. She'd thought that it would be quite a while before she was ready for sex.

Yet, they had awakened her passions instantly and she was eagerly pushing her titties into their hot mouths.

"I love it," she whispered. "Your sucking feels so wonderful. I've never had it done with two men before. My husband didn't even suck me good. Oh, I never thought it could be this nice."

She parted her legs obediently as she felt a probing hand between her thighs. It was hard to tell whose hand it was, but it really didn't matter. A moment later another hand was there.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

Both men were touching her sensitive thighs, running their fingers across her hairy wet cuntlips.

"Nice," she said. "Niiiice!"

One finger parted her rosy cuntlips and went inside. She grunted and pushed her cunt at the probing finger. She felt the other hand just exploring the outside of her cunt.

Then suddenly there were two fingers in her cunt, but the fingers belonged to two different men. She'd never expected anything like this. It was too nice.

"Ooooooh," she sighed. "You're making me so hot with your fingers."

The fingers got a little rougher and she could feel the men starting to bite her nipples. She didn't mind. She liked the gentle kissing and touching but she liked it rough just as well.

She began stroking their heads and sobbing softly. She could feel a quivering knot in her stomach and she knew her fire was getting lit.

They seemed to know when they had her where they wanted her. Both men drew away and it was like her body was on fire and only they could quench it.

"Oh don't stop," she said. "Please don't stop."

"Let's get her on the floor," Hatchett said grinning.

She was willing now. She passively allowed them to put her on the floor and position her like an animal on all fours, the way they wanted her. She was facing Tom and she could feel Hatchett at her rear.

Hatchett put his cock up against her hot hole and she rubbed herself against him.

"Oh yes," she groaned. "Put it in me. Please put it in me!"

Hatchett spread her asscheeks but it was only for his fingers. He pushed two fingers into her tight ass while he placed his cockhead against her moist pussy.

"Are you ready for it, sugar?" he asked her.

"Oh God yes," she moaned. "Put it in me. Put that big whopper in me."

He gave it to her slowly. Almost painfully slow. She kept hunching back against him as she felt the delicious length of his hot spear penetrate her.

"Ummmmmmm!" she cried out. "Deeper! Put it in me deeper! And hard!"

He increased the pressure and she gave a sigh of contentment as she felt his cockhead nuzzled into her as deep as he could push it.

"Oooooooh!" she cried out softly. "Now give it to me! Give it to me hard!"

He pulled his cock out slowly and then thrust it savagely back into her tight pussy again. Then he began a steady in-and-out movement that felt wonderful.

In the meantime, Tom had gotten in front of her and he pushed her hair back from her eyes.

On all fours, like an animal, she found herself staring at Tom's rigid prick.

"Do you like all-day suckers?" he asked her with a chuckle. "Here's a pretty one for you to suck on."

He pushed his cockhead against her mouth and she tasted a little of his cum that was clinging to the tip. She let her tongue lick away his salty cum and then she opened her mouth wider.

"Where do you want me to stick this slut?" he asked, gripping her hair in his fist.

"In my mouth," she whispered. "Go ahead and stick it in my mouth."

He held her head tightly by her hair, while he guided his cock between her full red lips. She bit and suckled gently as she felt the crown get past her teeth.

"Christ," he moaned softly. "That's sweet, baby."

She relaxed and allowed him to push the rest of his throbbing shaft down her throat. She almost gagged on it, but she got a deep breath and then was able to relax.

She felt his cockhead pushing into the part of her throat where she was afraid he couldn't go. He didn't shove as Hatchett had done. In fact, he made it kind of enjoyable for her. He waited until she could take the rest of his shaft into her mouth and throat.

She took his prick in all the way to his balls, really deep-throating him in a way she never thought she could.

"Christ," he said. "She's got a real mouth on her. She really can suck my pecker."

"Let's give it to her hard," Hatchett said. "Let's show her how to fuck!"

Jennifer felt a tingling excitement rush through her body at his words. She felt filled up by their cocks.

Hatchett began to fuck her harder and she could hear him laughing with each thrust. He wasn't really laughing at her, she thought, he probably was laughing at the sheer enjoyment at what he did to her.

There might have been a lot of other things wrong with Hatchett but he sure knew how to use his cock on a woman. And he knew how to enjoy the one he had.

Tom wasn't wasting any time either. He grabbed both sides of her head and he began to mouth-fuck her. She closed her eyes and just let the sensations go over her.

She tasted his salty cock each time he pushed it into her mouth and it tasted better than any meal she'd ever had.

"Ummmmm,'' she said softly. "UMMMMMMMMM!"

Tom thrust harder into her mouth, so hard that she felt bruised as his balls slapped her. She could feel how heavy they were and she knew his first load was going to be a big one.

She felt him leaking into the back of her throat and she sensed him tensing up.

"Gawdalmighty," he groaned. "She feels so good. So fucking good, I can't stand it. Gawdalmighty damn, I think I'm going to cum. Gawdalmighty!"

"I'm with you," Hatchett groaned. "I'm fucking with you!"

She felt them getting faster and faster. Her head was spinning. She felt the first hot spasm go up her back. She began to suck frantically on Tom's cock and her pussy humped back savagely at Hatchett.

"She's cumming too!" Tom yelled. "She's cumming too! Christ, I think she's going to bite my cock off!"

She hadn't realized she was biting but she released him slightly. She started using her tongue around the sensitive crown. She knew that would really turn him on.

"Oh Christ!" he yelled. "I'm going to give her my cum! I'm going to spill it right in her mouth! Christ, I'm going to give it to her! JESUSSS!"

She felt the first glob spurt into her mouth and she started swallowing quickly. She couldn't understand herself but it was like she was starved for his cum. She couldn't get enough of it.

She let the warm stuff slide down the back of her throat as she continued to swallow.

"Christ," he moaned. "She's taking it all. She's taking every drop."

She did take every drop. She then began to lick savagely at his cockhead, licking out the tiny piss-hole. It felt good. Too damned good.

She ran her tongue over the length of his cock and licked away any of his cum that had escaped.

God, why was she like this? Why had she suddenly needed to taste and swallow his cum? She couldn't understand it, but she knew that it somehow made her hotter.

Hatchett had done something to her mind and body that made her even more depraved than she'd have thought she could ever be. Not just fucking her, but something more. He'd taken her spirit away and left her with an intense craving to be used.

It didn't matter who the man was as long as he had a big cock.

She couldn't ever be the same girl who had let Hatchett in the evening before. She felt like she'd lived a lifetime in those few hours.

"Christ," Hatchett moaned. "Oh Christ, I'm going to shoot my wad. I'm going to shoot my wad. I love your sweet pussy, girl. I love it. I love it when you squirm like you're squirming now!"

"Give it to me!" she yelled. "Give me your cum!"

His heavy balls slapped against her a couple of times more and then she felt his jism squirting.

"That's it," she groaned. "I can feel your cock pumping in me. I can feel your hot cum filling me up. It's making me cum. It's making me feel so fiiine!"

At the last moment, Hatchett pulled his cock out and let the rest of his cum spray her round, fleshy backside. She felt the sticky jism touching her and she screamed for more. She rubbed herself against him until she was sure he was done.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned.

"She sure is a hot one," Tom said, sitting down on the couch. His prick had gotten a little harder just watching his friend fuck her.

"She's a little fucking nympho," Hatchett agreed, "and the party's just started."