Chapter 7
That evening Sally was given dinner and then told to retire for the evening.
She had a very unappetizing meal consisting of water, potato soup, and dry bread. As soon as the plates were taken from the room, the lights were turned off and Sally went to sleep.
After a good deal of worry, she finally managed to fall asleep just through sheer exhaustion. Prior to falling asleep, Sally kept mulling over in her mind just why these men needed her. She wondered how long they would be keeping her in this remote place. Or, indeed, if she was even destined to leave there alive.
She badly needed sleep, and once that she fell asleep, it was a very relaxing one. So much so that it was hard for her to wake up when Kasem stealthily crept into the room.
He never turned on the light. Instead he just began to tug at her arm.
"Wake up, wake up," he whispered impatiently.
She shook her head several times, then finally awakened. Sally looked up at Kasem, yawning, wondering just what he was up to.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I happen to be very horny," Kasem told her. "I had trouble sleeping. I decided that the thing to do would be come and see you. I hope you don't mind. I really hope you don't mind. If you do, it's just too damn bad. I'm gonna do what I want to do anyway."
"I recognize that."
"Good, just as long as we understand each other."
Kasem ever so quickly slid out of his pajama bottoms. He then pushed his pajama tops over his head and off of him altogether, letting the pajamas tumble ot the floor. He was completely naked, revealing his huge, thrusting stem.
He reached out and brought the fingers of his right hand downward toward her pussy. His fingers danced back and forth, plunging against Sally's vagina. The quicker that his fingers went to work against her snatch, the more agitated that she grew. He wanted to get her good and excited, to make her shoot, after which he would then put his cock into productive use.
"Just keep twisting that glorious butt of yours," Kasem laughed. "I'm gonna keep my fingers twisting inside your mound."
Kasem kept up his quick, twisting finger stabs inside of Sally's wet vagina. A few quick, dynamic strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy. As they shot from her mound, her hips and legs worked back and forth.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he smiled. "My cock is ready to fly. I'm gonna push it around inside of your snatch. I'm gonna really fuck the hell out of you."
Kasem looked down ever so proudly at his prick. He reached out and roughly grabbed hold of her thighs, twisting them hard and fast. He squeezed the skin ever so sharply. The longer that his fingers pressed against her firm flesh, the more she began to recognize just what was coming. She could see that Kasem was eager to push his cock inside of her pussy. He would part her legs, and after that, he would drive his huge, lengthy cock inside of her mound. He would stab and twist with his cock, pushing it proudly inside of her vagina, digging in all the way to the hilt, ramming his penis head into her hot hole until the juices escaped from his organ.
"I'm gonna keep holding onto these thighs," he smiled as he parted her legs. "I'm gonna use this prick of mine like a trip hammer. I'm gonna really ram it into you."
As he continued to hold onto her thighs, he pushed his cock forward. He let his thick, steaming cock charge sharply inside of her mound. Back and forth his throbbing member kept on making contact inside of her snatch. Her hips flared back and forth as she instinctively reacted to his sharp, rapier, repeater-like rifle stabs. His cock kept on moving and grinding, sliding with solid joy and strength as he pushed himself to the limits, ramming his hard, charging cock deep inside of her mound as he moved ever nearer to the state of a glorious climax.
He kept on gasping and sighing as he moved his cock forward, constantly letting it thrash and stab inside of her vagina. By then he was only a few strokes away. His quick, plunging peter thrusts had driven him all the way to the brink.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna unload," he told her. "You just wait. It's all gonna spray out of me."
He hammered hard several times with his glorious tool, loving each and every tight, energetic forward thrust. His hips kept swinging, sliding back and forth as the steaming droplets of his thick, white peter fluid shot from the end of his organ and into her mound.
The juices kept spilling, spraying from his prick and into her pussy. He removed his cock from Sally's mound a few moments later. By that time, he was ready for some more action. He wanted her to subordinate herself exclusively to him.
Kasem rolled over quickly on his back. His heart kept on pounding rapidly as he looked down at his long, blazing cock. He reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to solidly make contact with his prick. He moved his fingers for a few strokes more, then allowed them to come into contact with his balls. He twisted his fingers sharply against his testicles, then finally removed them. After he had finished removing his fingers from his hot balls, he was ready for some more quick, invigorating sensations.
"Suck my balls," he said, twisting his ass cheeks impatiently. "Come on, just move your tongue.
Stroke my balls. I need it. Damned, I couldn't sleep tonight just thinking about balling with you. So move your tongue. Really let it go. Twist it against my balls. Let yourself go. Ahhh, ohhh, I want to feel it. I want to feel your tongue."
As he lay there gasping, Sally went to work with her tongue. She approached his balls with it, allowing it to scrape back and forth. She began slowly, but the longer that she kept up her activity, the brisker that her tongue pace became. Her tongue kept on connecting with his hot balls, gliding solidly as it kept on drilling him, working him into a greater state of sensual excitement.
"Keep your tongue moving," he told her. "Come on, baby. You've got to move it. You've really got to move your tongue. Faster. Come on, I want it faster."
As a means of disciplining her, he reached out and delivered some swift slaps to her ass cheeks. Even though it hurt, Sally was getting accustomed to that kind of discipline. She wondered what was happening to her. She was actually finding herself beginning to enjoy the idea of administering to these brutal men. Even though she knew that they looked upon her with ridicule and scorn, she was also aware of just how hot they were, and how eager they seemed to be to enjoy every kind of exciting sensation.
"Move it faster," he sighed. "Just step up your sucking. Come on, grind your tongue against my balls. Baby, really tongue them."
His body began to shake as Kasem bounced up and down on the bed. Her tongue cut loose, driving and sliding, working back and forth as it created a stream of saliva over his balls. Her tongue kept on swiftly moving, driving against his scrotum. All the while he was propelled into an ever greater state of sensual electricity.
"Play with my dick," he gulped. "I want you to move your fingers up and down my rod. Come on, play with my cock. Really move your fingers over it. I want you to. Baby, come on, let's keep the action going. Keep it going."
As her tongue kept on winding back and forth, grinding against his balls, her fingers stroked his cock. She held on firmly to the tip of his cock, then began to maneuver her fingers up and down the full length of his agitated organ. She could tell from the way that he instinctively jerked his body back and forth just how eager he was to experience every joyful sensation. She knew also that it wouldn't take long to pry every drop of his hot, white juice from his cock.
"Start sucking my cock now," he said. "Come on, just open up with your tongue. Really push your tongue. Slide it against my peter. Come on, slide it, ahhh, ohhh, really slide it."
Her tongue went to work ever so quickly against the tip of his flaming peter. She worked back and forth slowly at first, then began to gradually pick up the tempo. Sally's tongue kept on driving, working with solid, flashing impact as it swept along the base of his peter. Her tongue kept on moving, twisting sharply, blasting against the tip of his erect cock. Pretty soon she began to extend her movements, sliding her tongue up and down the lengthy base of his agitated instrument. He was moving ever closer to that dramatic moment when all of the thick, spurting, white droplets of his hot jissum would topple from the end of his peter and splash into her mouth.
"Keep it going," he called out. "Come on, I expect you to suck me off. I expect you to do a beautiful job. I don't expect you to let-up for one second. Come on, suck me. Suck me off. Suck it."
Her head bobbed up and down, her light brown hair flailing in her self-conceived breeze as she moved her tongue with great spurts of surging strength up and down his hard, solid dick. While she kept on sucking, he reached out and slid his fingers through her hair. She was happy over the fact that at least he wasn't pulling her hair, as the men were so disposed toward 'doing every time that they touched her.
"Suck it off," he said. "Come on, go after those juices. They're gonna be erupting. They're gonna be spraying out of my spear. You're gonna swallow the stuff. You really are. It's gonna topple out of there and you're gonna eat it. You're gonna eat every drop. Yes, you little bitch. You're gonna swallow every drop of it."
As his legs twisted back and forth a few more times, the first few drops of his electrical explosion commenced. He bounced up and down on his buttocks, sighing loudly, enjoying every moment of the action as the trail of stirring semen kept on shooting from the end of his long, proud tool.
"Ahhh, go get it," he sighed. "Come on, ohhh, suck it off. Ahhh, just look at that hot white stuff just spilling out of there. Damned, ahhh, it's good to taste. Come on, go after that stuff. Taste every drop of it. I expect you to. Yeah, taste it. Come on, you're gonna swallow it. You're really gonna swallow it. Eat it, ahhh, you're gonna eat it."
Her tongue kept twisting inside her mouth, moving back and forth as she sought to corral every droplet of his thick, stirring juice. She swallowed the last few droplets of his peter fluid, after which he removed his cock from her mouth.
Tm going back for one more," he said. Tm gonna stuff this thing inside your tight cunt again."
Sally was actually starting to enjoy being treated roughly. When he reached down and slapped her across the face once, with just enough authority to remind her of the fact he was firmly in charge, she actually found herself grinning. She couldn't quite comprehend it. Here she had been slapped on the face by a brute who had not one iota of actual respect for her, and there she was grinning.
"I'm gonna fuck your cunt," he said proudly. "Yes, one more orgasm and I'll be able to sleep."
"I would hope so," she told him.
He parted her legs, then moved his fingers against her back. He held on tightly to her back, then began to slide his long, rigid tool forward. He let it enter inside of her pussy. Back and forth he explored her snatch with his hot, fiery digit. He kept on ramming it inside of her, slamming it hard and fast, driving it inside of her vagina. The longer and faster that he plunged his steaming tool inside of her, the closer that he began to manipulate himself toward climax. He kept holding onto her back, then, ever so gracefully, he eased his fingers downward toward her buttocks. He pinched at her ass cheeks as he kept on flailing with his hard cock, driving it inside of her nest. By then he was only a few strokes away. His loud breathing convinced her of the fact that he was very close to the state of climax.
A few burning peter stabs later, the thick, white droplets of his spraying juice were ready to ignite. He kept on hammering with his dick, slamming it hard and fast, driving it inside of her vagina. Several quick, stabbing thrusts later, the thick, white droplets of his semen started to shoot from the end of his cock. Ever so profusely the juice stream continued until every droplet of his flaming liquid had shot from the end of his vigorous prick.
"Ahhh, what a fuck," he nodded.
He removed his lightning rod from her mound. Kasem got up quickly, then began to put his pajamas back on.
"Kasem, now that we know each other a little better, I'd like to ask you something," Sally quietly whispered in the still night air.
"What do you want to know?" his eyes narrowed with curiosity.
"I'm just wondering what you men want of me."
"We want a good piece of ass," he laughed, "and furthermore, we're determined to get it."
"No, I mean apart from that," Sally pressed. "Surely, you're not interested in just sex. There's more to this than all that. Isn't that true?"
"If I have anything to say about anything like that, it'll be in the presence of my colleagues."
"Come on, Kasem. Please, tell me. I'd like to know. I'm not going to reveal anything to anyone."
Kasem walked toward her. Ever so menacingly, his eyes widened. He reached out and slapped her across the face with his right hand.
"You don't try and trick me, you don't try and separate me from my friends," he said coldly, in a soft but firm tone.
"I'm not trying to do that," she shook her head.
"I have a different idea," Kasem told her, beating his chest ever so angrily. "I'm going back to bed."
Sally shook her head, watching as Kasem left the room. He closed the door softly behind him. Sally reached up and ran her fingers soothingly over her jaw. He had delivered a pretty hard slap. It still hurt.