Chapter 2
Betty Miller was a librarian in North Adams, Massachusetts. Right near the Vermont border. She liked the small community she lived in. Her father was the president of a local bank. Her mother active in many social projects.
Betty was brought up in an almost puritanical atmosphere primarily due to her father's attitude. She discovered the pleasures of masturbation while in college. When she graduated, Betty took an apartment away from home. It afforded her the privacy she wanted for her collection of sexually oriented books and material.
She had gone on dates, restricting her sex life to petting. But in the privacy of her apartment, Betty indulged in sessions of fantasy by frigging herself with her special dildo.
In her wildest fantasies, she never expected to be confronted with the situation she discovered with Al. With some trepidation, she welcomed it. It gave her the opportunity to free her pent-up inhibitions.
She rode back to the hotel with Al in silence. He did all the talking. Her only responses were an occasional grunt. Her bags were packed. The room was already paid for and she checked out.
Betty had harbored a secret wish of meeting some unattached male at the Benson resort. In stories, girls were always meeting single men which resulted in sexual liaisons. The meeting with Al Ross provided an exciting bonus for her vacation, though one she never anticipated.
On the return to Al's cabin, she wondered what other sexual indignities she would endure. Once inside the cabin, she found out.
"Let's get comfortable," he suggested. He began to remove his clothes. Pausing, he looked at her. "Well! This isn't a one man show! Strip!" he ordered her.
With deliberate movements, Betty took off her garments. They stood in the center of the room, naked. His prick was half hard. She was fascinated by its partial erect state.
"Lay down on that leather couch!" he ordered.
She walked over to the couch. It reminded her of the kind depicted for psychiatrists. A silent giggle caused her shoulders to give a little shrug. He certainly didn't intend to psychoanalyze her!
Stretching out on the couch, Betty waited for him to give further directions.
He made her lay on the couch so her buttocks rested almost at the edge. She watched with curious detachment as he placed her legs at the side of the couch and tied them down. Betty was ordered to put her arms above her head. Al tied her hands together and used a single line to keep it fastened down.
Her blood began to rush with excited anticipation. She was certain he would fuck her in the cunt. During the preparation, Al was silent. After completing the binding, he left the room briefly.
Betty's eyes followed his entrance. He was carrying an attache case. She wondered what kind of instruments he had in the case. Did he intend to torture her in the helpless position he placed her?
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she asked, the tremor in her voice betrayed her concern.
"I'm going to turn you on. I told you I had plans for you," he said, laughing. "I want you conditioned for the big fucking session later on."
She didn't mind the admission that he was planning to turn her on. That was exciting and thrilling. Conditioning her for the big session filled her with dread.
He opened the attache case and took out an artist's brush. It didn't look too imposing. Al reached out and touched the pink disc of her nipple with the tip. The fine camel's hairs tickled. In spite of the tickling, the contact elicited an unusual sensation. Her nipple began to stiffen as the brush continued to caress her areola. The" soft furry caress rolled around the roseate disc. She could feel the erogenous tickle trickling down to her cunt.
Her tit became a piece of electrified flesh. She felt the voluptuous current streaking down to her pussy. Al shifted the brush to her other tit, teasing it the same way. Her two nipples were hard nodes.
Hssss! The hissing intake of her breath made a moist sucking sound.
Al had clamped his mouth over one stiff nipple. He clutched her other boob and fondled it with firm squeezes. His tongue and mouth increased the tingling that filled her full breasts. No one had ever sucked Betty's tits before. She was ecstatic at the contact. Her eyes were shut to heighten the voluptuous bliss that swept over her.
He flicked his tongue rapidly over the entrapped nipple, making her sigh with erotic delight at the effect.
"Mmmmm!" The murmur of blissful approval hummed through her parted lips. She was enjoying every moment of this erotic play. Her cunt was sweating with anticipation, hoping to have its own needs accommodated.
He stopped the concentration on her boobs. The brush came into play again. Her body jerked and wriggled as the brush rolled over her full mammaries and down to her navel. He moved to her clitoris. A thousand prickling hairs intensified the exquisite sensual thrill. She arched her hips to bring the brush closer to her clitty. The ropes restrained her movements. His strokes were harder and faster.
"Ohhhmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic joy. "Keep it up a little more. Any minute, I'm going to come."
The unabashed declaration poured from her lips. She didn't care about propriety. All she knew was that she was experiencing gorgeous erogenous thrills. She wanted more.
The brush stopped taunting her clitty. She was disappointed at the abrupt halt. Al seemed to be deliberately frustrating her.
He pulled a speculum from his attache case and inserted the flanged instrument between her eager pussy lips. The speculum pushed her cuntal lips apart, spreading them wide. Her doctor had used one on her during an internal examination. There was a little discomfort as the cool, flanged tips widened the opening of her vulva. Al pushed the brush into the enlarged space.
She felt the bristles sweep across her vaginal walls. He was spreading the heavy moisture in her snatch. The moisture was the paint he was using to create an erotic picture in her quim. Each hair on that brush tantalized her. The interrupted orgasm was starting up again.
Her hips undulated sinuously in tempo with the strokes. Her orgasm was building up. Picking up momentum.
"Ohhherrr! Ohhhemr!" she repeated over and over. Betty tried to bring her thighs together as new waves of voluptuous thrills centered in her twat. The rope restraints prevented her, limiting her movements.
"Don't tease me anymore!" she pleaded with a hint of a whimper in her voice. "Let me come! I'm almost there!"
He removed the brush and cunt spreader. A feeling of frustration swept over her for the second time. The bastard is torturing me! Bringing me to the height of a climax and not letting me enjoy it!
She realized his plan. Each time, he would introduce sone nuance to the play. When her peak was almost reached, Al would interrupt the action.
The speculum and brush were replaced with two new objects. Actually, it was one piece. Shaped like a horseshoe, the new toy was a double dildo. Al fitted one end into her asshole. The other half was inserted into her twat.
Both portions of the artificial prick were snug in her twin holes. She never expected its immediate application.
There was a little knob in the center of the curved cocks. Al switched it on. It hummed into action. The instrument was a special vibrator.
Her body began to jerk and gyrate. Both her holes tingled from the effects of the dual cocks. Betty had never endured this type of sensation. It felt like a thousand prickling needles stimulating every nerve fibre in her body. It was a thousand mild electrical shocks that flooded her cunt and asshole. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, spreading all over her body.
Her body twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion.
"Stop, stop!" Betty squealed in ecstatic protest. Secretly, she wanted it to continue. "I can't stand it anymore! Fuck me, fuck me! I'll do anything! Only stop it!"
Her pretended protests were ignored. The protests were punctuated with groans of rapturous delight. She didn't sound convincing enough. Inside the bowels of her twat, the sensations evoked voluptuous tingles.
"Hunnnrr! Hunnnrr!" She made rasping grunting sounds.
Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohherr! Ohherr! Oh! Christ! More, more! Stop it! Stop it!" Then the pleasurable groans. "Ahhrrgg!
Ahhrrgg!"
Betty's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite erotic torture of the vibrators. The open mouth emitting groans and moans of pleasure.
The orgasm built up within her. With explosive fury, the peak of the climax burst. Like a series of detonations, wave after wave of orgasms exploded. She had a vague awareness of a heavy effusion dammed up inside her cunt. Her mind and body concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in her erogenous orifices.
Betty sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, pleasssse, stop!" she begged in earnest. She was being driven to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could withstand any further stimulation. Any moment, she expected to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme, exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness.
As suddenly as it had begun, the vibrators stopped. Her body continued to thrash, still in the throes of piquant tingles that persisted. It took a few minutes for Betty to realize the vibrators had stopped.
In her most bizarre flights of fantasy, she never imagined such ecstatic rapture. Such sensual stirrings!
All she wanted was to be raped! A simple act so that she could enjoy the convenience of sex without the guilt feelings. She wanted to claim the excuse of being fucked against her will!
Al stood near her, studying her reactions while he smoked a cigarette. She sensed his stares but she was too spent after the ordeal to care. Her body and mind were recovering from the excessive strains placed upon her erotic sensibilities.
There was a series of knocks at the door. Al answered the door. It was located in the main room where they were. When he opened the door, a cold draft blew in. Betty shivered as the blanket of cold air covered her. Her aroused state of heated passion disappeared.
She couldn't see the caller from her position. It was someone Al expected. There was a friendly exchange of greetings. The newcomer and Al approached her. Her eyes met the stranger's as he ogled her naked, tied up form. His eyes swept over her feminine attributes in a silent visual rape. She shuddered at this new indignity.
Having sex with Al was one thing! Regardless of what he did to her! But this new addition was something else!
"Please, Al, untie me! Let me get some clothes on. Don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded.
"Cut the crap, Betty! You're loving every minute of this!" he responded. He turned to his visitor. "Well, Bob, what do you think? Ain't she just like I told you?"
Bob kept his eyes fastened on her body; Lust emanated all over! His eyes shone with it, his voice betrayed it. "Yeh! That's some cunt! How does she fuck?"
"Any way you like!" Al replied. "Her ass, her cunt! Take your choice! I don't recommend a blow job. She's still learning. But she's a good piece of ass!"
Betty resented the conversation. She wasn't a common whore available for any man's inclinations. Protests to Al were of no avail. Her bound position left her unable to do anything but submit to any disposition of her body they were inclined to exact.
Bob was already removing his clothing. While Al was short and heavy, Bob was tall and muscular. When he was completely disrobed, his hard-on gave evidence of his virility. It was longer, thicker than Al's. Bob's cock matched his muscular build.
He positioned himself between her splayed legs. Holding his prick, he guided it into her cunt. It slipped in without any effort.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "This cunt is loose and wet! What am I getting? Sloppy seconds?"
Al laughed. "Naw! I just finished warming her up for you with a few gadgets. This kid is a real hot cunt! Just wait until you get started."
Betty turned her face away. She was mortified by the developments. But there was no mistaking the object stuffed inside her pussy! A real live cock! No artificial device! The real merchandise!
She thrilled at the luxuriant contact of the vibrant fleshy shaft filling the throat of her cunt. It was hard like the dildo. It was also yielding. The piece of flesh had animation. She could feel the erotic pulsations from the live phallus. When Bob started his slow coital thrusts, Betty became alive also.
Her carnal charade with Al was having moments of extreme sexual gratification. She didn't appreciate the side developments. The introduction of this stranger was one of them. Her silent objection was lost once she became involved in a licentious liaison.
A gentle sigh of contentment escaped her throat as Bob's thick cock slid into her accessible hole. Betty felt it slipping along the velvety moist canal of her vagina. The thick prong penetrated deep inside her twat. A certain aura of animal magnetism pervaded the act. Bob's naked body gave off a strong sweaty odor. The scent contributed to the lust that excited her.
Bob started by driving his cock deep into her snatch in a slow thrust. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Ummm!" Betty murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other side. Her eyes were closed, savoring the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
A perverse immoral personality took possession of her. She basked in the luxuriant rapture of the act. She loved the actual contact of a cock fucking her cunt. There was nothing artificial about it. As Bob's prick shuttled in and out of her snatch, Betty's excitement increased.
Al moved closer to the couch and reached between their joined bodies. His fingers closed over her clitoris. He rubbed and tugged on her venereal papule. "Uhhhh!" She gasped with a sharp intake of breath.
Betty was ecstatic with her accomplishment. At last, a real prick impaling her pussy! She reveled in the wonderful union of their erogenous organs.
Her hips undulated in erotic accompaniment to Bob's pumping cock. The ropes hampered her movements. In spite of her limited mobility, she was able to shift her lower trunk in tandem with his thrusts.
The friction of his pounding shaft created erotic heat in her cunny. Al's manipulating fingers on her clitty increased the erogenous fire. She clenched and opened her hands. Her tits quivered like twin mounds of white gelatin. Her body was burning up with a voluptuous rapture.
Bob's cadence increased. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his prick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pound against her hips. Deep in her dampened cunt, she felt the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried, urgent. His breathing rate increased, spilling his warm breath into her face.
Betty sensed by the increased tempo of his fucking that his orgasm was coming. Within herself, she felt the stirrings of her own climax. Al's fingers continued to minister to her tantalized clitty. She could appreciate the erotic agitation that seized Bob. Her body was experiencing the same symptoms.
The heavy paroxysms within his prick sent his come spewing into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbings of her orgasm mingled with the viscous semen.
"Ahhrrgrr!" It was a loud growl that diminished into a gurgle of ecstatic pleasure. She repeated the sound as the voluptuous feeling of sexual gratification swept over her. There was a desire for more! To have his cock continue to pummel the walls of her snatch. To have the ecstatic exhilaration of an orgasm continue to pulsate with its voluptuous eroticism. .She had encountered her first real fuck and she wanted more. Her pelvis maintained the coital thrusts.
Bob's body collapsed onto hers. His rigid dick was buried deep in her box. The last of the violent ejaculations had subsided. He was spent. Betty's sensitive twat detected Bob's loss of erection. His cock no longer stretched the muscles of her vagina with its firmness.
She felt him leave her body. He raised himself, separating his flaccid prick from her satisfied cunt.
"What did I tell you!" Al exclaimed. "Is that a piece of ass or isn't it?"
"Not bad! If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was a virgin," Bob replied. "Fucking shame she don't blow!"
"Maybe later!" Al offered. "Let's take a break. She'll keep. What'll you have?"
They left the room, leaving Betty still bound to the couch. She considered them animals. They had used her body for sexual gratification, not caring about her. Although, so far, she had no cause for complaint. While she didn't get the loving and kissing compatible with fucking, she did get the erotic thrills.
Alone with her thoughts, Betty tried to anticipate other sexual acts. Bob evidence a desire for a blow-job. She already had sucked Al off. Who knows! With a little more practice, she might be accomplished in that art. She wasn't excited about cock sucking. But having her cunt eaten out-that was a different ballgame!
Betty wished they had loosened her bonds. Her position was tiring. For that matter, she wished their demands for sex with her were finished for the day. She had had enough.
They returned to the room, joking and laughing. "We're gonna give you a break!" Al told her. "I'm gonna take the ropes off. Let you have a drink, take a leak, and relax for a few minutes. Then, we're gonna put the boots to you!"
The announcement was a welcomed one. She needed a drink. She also was aware that she had to answer nature's call. The announcement of having the boots put to her intrigued her. What else could they do to her that hadn't been done already?
Betty staggered off the couch. Her legs were shaky from the long uncomfortable confinement. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked. Al directed her. As she walked with an awkward wobble towards the John, she became aware of their presence.
"Do you mind if I go to the bathroom in private?" she asked annoyed.
"Hell! You ain't going to get suddenly bashful now!" Bob said. "Besides, I never saw a lady take a leak before. You don't mind, do you?"
She sniffed disdainfully. "As if you creeps give a damn about my privacy! Thanks for calling me a lady!"
"Go on! Just make believe we ain't here," Al told her. "We're all bare-assed. There's no room for modesty now!"
She ignored them and sat down on the toilet. The water from her bladder poured into the bowl with a forceful jet. They watched her void herself.
"Ain't she a pisser?" Bob exclaimed. His question was directed to no one in particular.
"You're animals!" Betty retorted. "You have no sense of decency!"
"Are you kidding?" Bob answered. "That was the best fuck you ever had! And if that wasn't decent, I don't know what is! What more do you want?"
She realized he was teasing her. "Ohh!" she growled in frustrated annoyance. "Go fuck yourself!" she swore in anger.
"Can't! I'm not built like a bugle!" Bob said.
"C'mon! Hurry up!" Al demanded. "I want to get laid!"
She wiped herself and pushed past them in haughty disdain. Back in the main room, Al stretched himself on the couch. He ordered Betty to lay on top of him. She fitted her cunt over his prick. Al helped to stuff his cock into her cunt. The cunt juices had dried up. It was a tight fit as his cock penetrated the dried walls of her vagina. The friction from the dry, tight insertion started her cunt glands sweating again.
Betty found the contact stimulating. The impending double fuck evoked new erotic rapture. Al had ravaged her ass with a fake cock. She knew Bob was going to fuck her with a real one.
Once Al's prick was imbedded in her snatch, Betty found herself in a comfortable prone position on top of him. It was better than being tied up. Her hips jerked when Bob began to ream her ass with some kind of lubrication. She shut her eyes in anticipated discomfort. When Bob stopped rubbing her asshole, she knew he was ready to insert his dick in it.
She felt the assaulting cock press against her tight sphincter. There was steady pressure as the ruby cockhead pushed inward. The thick piece of hard flesh passed through the yielding lips in a gradual entrance. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. There was a final push! His entire prick was imbedded in her anal sheath. His groin rested on the cushiony pads of her ass.
"Oh, man!" Bob exclaimed. "What a tight asshole. It's like fucking a cherry cunt!" he declared. "Oh, I'm gonna love fucking this lovely ass!"
His joyous expressions of delight at the discovered erotic pleasure was nothing compared to her feelings. Each new sexual encounter brought added thrills to her. She was aware of all these sexual nuances. They were in some of the books she read.
Her impacted ass gave her some discomfort. She discounted that for the delicious sensation of the double insertion.
Bob held her hips with large strong hands. She felt the strength in his fingers as he gripped her. Because of the tight fit, he worked his cock back and forth in measured strokes. His virile shaft moved in robust thrusts. Soft breathing grunts emitted from his throat as his mobile frame bumped against the soft cheeks of her ass. The inside of her thighs were tapped in gentle bumps by his swaying balls.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Just a low even grunt indicating a normal breathing with just a hint of some physical effort.
Although she was sandwiched between the two men, Betty wasn't too uncomfortable. Had the man behind her been on top of her, it would have been another story. Bob was standing over her, supporting himself in a partial upright position, gripping her hips.
It was a thrilling sensation being fucked from both ends. She compared it to the dual frigging with the vibrators. It didn't have the wild tingling pulsations of the mechanical stimulators. But she would rather have the real thing!
Betty murmured softly, relishing the fleshy contact.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
It was a warm comfortable feeling. The lips of her puckered asshole would retract as the cock slid in. As the fleshy rod moved outward, her sphincter moved with it. Its lips compressed about the cock in a venereal kiss, reluctant to relinquish its grip.
Bob seemed to be doing most of the work. Al moved his pelvis in synchronized movements. When Al shoved upward into her cunt, Bob moved out of her ass. On Bob's inward thrust, Al withdrew his cock partially.
Betty's body reacted to their rhythm. She responded to the sawing motion. Like two lumberjacks working a cross saw.
Her ass felt the heat from the friction of Bob's cock. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhrrr " Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moan. Even the cock working in her dampened twat permeated her cunny with a fire of erotic rapture.
The temperature became more intense. Betty felt the glow diffusing itself. Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred the fermenting mass.
Bob's hips were bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His swinging balls continued to whip her thighs with gentle taps. She heard his breathing pattern change. His fucking was more violent and he was exerting more effort.
Deep rasping grunts rumbled from his throat. Al's hot breath blew up into her face. He was expending his energy with hard penile thrusts. His animal sounds were almost the same as Bob's. But they were more of a growl. "Grrnnrr, grrnnrr!"
Betty felt the lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to explode at any moment. During the initial part of the fuck, the stimulation evoked mild tremors. With the increasing intensity, the mild tremors became deeper rumblings.
She gave vent to her own animalistic growls. "Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" Her body tried to synchronize with the movements of the two men plowing her fertile fields.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, oh! Give me more, more! Oh! Wild, wild! I can feel your juicy cocks turning me on. Don't stop, don't stop! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them with her frantic pleas.
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated the ass from her cunt. She could feel the pounding. With that severe pounding against the fleshy wall of muscle and tissue, she wondered if they would break through and shoot come all over each other's cocks! What a crazy thought!
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes shuttered in dreamy ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse sexuality of the act streamed throughout her body.
An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her loins. She didn't know whether it was her ass or cunt that induced it. All she felt was one violent spasm gripping both holes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER! KEEP FUCKING!" Her urgings were louder and strident. "I'm coming again! This is wild! I keep shooting one load after another! I'm coming! I'M COMMMINNGGG AGAINNN! AHHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She raised her body up on her hands. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions of an orgasm from Bob's cock split into her rectum. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Al flooded her snatch with his come.
Her body collapsed against Al's. Bob had made his final thrust. His pelvis was curved around Betty's rounded buttocks. His head rested on her back. The sexual storm that had shaken them, had abated. It left the three of them spent. They remained fused in that way for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return.
Bob was the first to recover. He withdrew his flaccid cock from her ass. Betty was freed of his weight when he stood up. With some effort, she shifted her body away from Al. His prick had suffered the same fate as Bob's cock. Betty rolled free of his body and stood up. The lascivious fever that had burned within her was dissipating. Her body was returning to a normal temperature.
Their session had been a lively one. She had achieved another accomplishment. Fucked two men at the same time! In addition, her ass was no longer virgin! Betty considered this sexual consummation a special achievement.
As the two men discussed their satisfaction of the fuck in lewd conversation, Betty ignored them. While she was pleased with their opinion of her sexual attributes, she was worried.
She was concerned with how she could rid herself of Al. More important, she was worried about the possibility of becoming pregnant. Unless she took some kind of preventative measure, chances were that someone would knock her up.
Betty had a sudden desire to wash herself. To rid herself of the filth heaped upon her. She remembered she had a douche in her bag. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, she picked up her bag. The two men ignored her. She found the bathroom and ran a tub. While the water ran into the tub, she douched herself. Hopefully, that took care of one problem. But there was still the problem of Al!