Chapter 5
Betty assessed her position as a very detrimental one. From the innocent flirtation she thought it was, it had deteriorated to a precarious plight. They took her out to supper in the evening. She prepared a quick snack during the early afternoon. Afterwards, their sexual appetites were fed with her body. She was thankful she didn't have to do any heavy cooking.
The supper conversation was dominated by Al and Bob. Most of it was lewd innuendoes. Betty sat in quiet contemplation, eating her food. She wondered how they would feel if the situation was reversed. Could they accept the type of abuse that was heaped upon her?
Al kept alluding to a really big session for the next day. It was obvious her participation would be a major one. As to the extent of how really big the session would be was a mystery to her. Betty had no idea of Al's plan. He spoke in general terms. Nothing concrete! She relied on guess work and imagination for her answer.
There was one fact she was certain of! A group of men were going to sample her sexual wares! A gang bang!
Such a prospect, a week before her meeting with Al, would elicit a strong negative response. Yet, now, the idea appealed to her, with reservations. Betty had no qualms about engaging in various sex acts. As long as force or coercion was used, her conscience could not protest.
Bob and she sat in the back of the car as they drove back to the cabin. He felt her tits and cunt, squeezing and rubbing them through her clothing. She accepted the carnal caresses without protest. There was little one could do with clothing on!
While he continued to feel her up, her thoughts dwelled on the following day's program. Were they going to fuck her one at a time? Or were they going to devise some kind of exotic position? Her mind dwelled on the double fuck Al and Bob used on her. That had exciting moments! The scenes she conjured up started the erotic itching in her twat. A light sprinkle of cuntal juices sprayed the inner lining of her snatch. Betty was looking forward to the next day with eager anticipation.
Bob remained over night with them, sharing the same bed. Betty had wondered why Al had such a large bed. She discovered why!
If nothing else, the two men were imaginative when it came to sex. Al called the position A Flying Fuck! She had never heard of it. She found out soon enough!
Bob lay on his back while Betty inverted her cunt over his cock. He fitted his dork into her venereal channel. His hands rested on the callipygian globes of her butt. There was almost a similarity between this position and his wheelbarrow fuck. His cock seemed to have a deeper penetration.
She liked the feel of his shaft buried far into her quim. He kept his feet close together. Any movement on her part would bring her clitty into contact with his thighs. Betty anticipated an erotic friction sufficient enough to stimulate her clitty. This juxtaposition was already arousing her.
Al was lying on his back, his prick close to Betty's face. His balls were almost against the soles of Bob's bare feet. Al's legs were spread apart to bring him closer to them. Betty bowed her head to vacuum Al's cock between her pursed lips.
She swayed her hips from side to side in a slow sinuous rock. The firm impaction of Bob's cock felt real good. It had a comfortable erotic fit. His hands were busy caressing her buttocks, squeezing the soft well shaped buns. The fingers slipped down and parted her cheeks. He massaged the sensitive sphincter with a gentle finger. No penetration! Just a hint of an erogenous thrill to come!
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in thrilling expectation. The pleasurable exclamation vibrated against the cock in her mouth. Betty's cheeks puffed out and collapsed as she sucked on the hard fleshy pole filling her mouth. She alternated the procedure.
Releasing her oral hold on Al's prick, she began to lick it. Her tongue slid along the glistening shaft, covering it with saliva. Reaching the head, the tongue flicked around the rim, teasing it. With rapid flutterings, her velvety oral brush passed over the cockhead, titillating the peehole.
Al's cock disappeared back into her mouth to receive more oral stimulation. Betty curled her tongue around the fleshy shaft in a series of taunting twirls. Her head descended and ascended in a slow tempo. She shifted her head in a slow side to side movement. This created a rotating grinding effect as her compressed lips rubbed over Al's prick. Betty was determined to become proficient in cocksucking. She was beginning to enjoy it.
Bob had inserted a finger into her asshole. He was frigging the hole with a series of measured, unhurried pokes. Betty wished he would start fucking her cunt. Instead, his hips remained immobile. She slid her pelvis along the hairy rough skin of his thighs. The friction heated her engorged clitty. His skin scraped against the sensitive node, sending shivers of ecstasy scurrying along her spine.
If he wasn't going to do anything, she would! Betty raised her hips a little, letting part of Bob's cock escape from her vaginal harbor. The muscles of her cunt felt the friction of his cock withdrawing. It sent a voluptuous tremor through her. Plunging her hips forward, the retreating piece of flesh pushed back into the recesses of her twat. She continued the slow rhythmic coital movements.
Bob continued to frig her ass. In response to Betty's initiative, he shifted his hips in cadence with her thrusts. She felt the provocative friction as their coupled genitals rubbed together.
Betty emitted groans of ecstasy, the sounds muffled because of her busy mouth. "Mmmfff! Mmmfff!"
Her eyes were closed to heighten the sensual tingle lingering in her loins. Every nerve, fiber, and tissue in her body became vibrantly alive. A thousand fires burned in her. She could feel the glow from the incandescent tingling sending hot voluptuous sparks into her animated cunt.
Bob's finger increased the tempo of the frigging. It scraped along her rectal sheath, adding a mild sensual sensation to the major erotic thrill in her quim.
He raised and lowered his ass, driving his cock in and out of Betty's snatch. She responded with equal enthusiasm. The writhing gyrations of her cunt grounded into his pistoning cock. The erotic friction of his scraping shaft sparked a frenzied urgency on her part. Her clitoris continued to brush against his skin, adding more sparks to the orgasmic volcano about to erupt.
Betty wanted to cry out. To demonstrate the ecstatic intoxication overcoming her. She couldn't restrain herself. Releasing her oral grip on Al's prick, she opened her mouth.
"Uhhrr! Uhhrrr!" She gasped, the sounds of exertion and exhilaration rumbling from her chest.
"Oh, that's it! That's it! It feels good, soooo good! Keep fucking! Just a little bit more!" she urged in a low hoarse voice.
Her sultry exhortation lent impetus to Bob's fucking. His prick shuttled faster. Betty kept pace with him.
"Oh, that lovely cock!" she whispered in salacious admiration. "Oh, fuck me, harder! Harder! That's it, that's it! Just a little bit...!" Her voice trailed off.
The heat of his orgasm poured into her cunt. Like the explosive flash of a sky rocket, it shot with accelerated speed into her waiting snatch. The spasmodic contractions of his climax spewed out the glutinous come. It splattered onto the muscular walls of her dampened vagina. Betty felt his pulsating cock within her. Every throb sending another voluptuous thrill through her.
She maintained her pelvic gyrations to sustain the imminent outpourings of her own climax. As the terminal paroxysms of his climax died down, Betty's sexual release came.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking!" she cried out. In her moment of ecstatic bliss, she overlooked Bob's loss of penile rigidity. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "I'm coming, I'm coming! AHHHRRgrrr!" It was an exultant shout of pleasure that dwindled down to a low growl lost in a throaty gurgle.
She felt her copious orgasmic emission flooding her snatch, drowning Bob's load of come. He had rammed his prick deep into her hole at the onset of his climax. Betty pushed her twat down hard over his shrinking dick. She wanted to savor the waning delirious throbs of her vaginal spasms. Every time her cunt had been teased in sexual play, Betty experienced an erotic exhilaration.
"Let's go!" Al grumbled. "You two got your rocks off! How about me? Start sucking, bitch!" he demanded.
Her lips returned to Al's cock. It was beginning to grow soft. Betty's skillful lingual embrace induced a strong hard-on again. Her tantalizing tongue slipped along the under side of his prick.
An intriguing thought came to her. Turnabout was fair play! If her ass could be frigged, so could his! She pushed a finger into his asshole. Al squeezed his ass down over her teasing finger. Betty's mouth encircled the crown of his shaft. With lustful abandon, she subjected his prick to strong vacuuming sucks. She alternated the procedure by blowing his cock out.
Her lips maintained a grip on his prick. Al's dick slid part of the way out of her mouth from the force of her breath. With a quick intake, Betty suctioned his cock back in. She kept her lips in a tight compress about Al's cock. The wanton attack on his hard-on was provoked by her own lustful desires partially sated.
She repeated the slow rotating twist of her mouth about his dork. At the same time, her tongue lavished lascivious licks over the engorged flesh.
Betty kept frigging Al's asshole. She found the touch of her finger against his moist anal sheath exciting. Bob's cock had shrunk and disappeared from her twat. She wished another cock could fill her quim. Stimulating Al made her horny. Al's hands pushed her face closer to his groin.
She increased the tempo of her shuttling finger. Her mouth and tongue matched the hurried cadence. Any moment, now, his hot come would be spilling into her mouth.
Her hand curled about the base of his cock. Betty didn't want him stabbing her tonsils in the final frantic thrust of his climax. A slight throbbing of an anal muscle heralded the oncoming orgasm. Her curled fingers sensed the rhythmic pulsations. His cock sent a geyser of seminal lava pouring into her oral cavern.
Betty absorbed the creamy aliment. The thick jism spurted out of his cock in heavy discharges. She pressed her lips firmly against his softening prick. Moving from the bottom of his cock towards the head, she milked out the last drop. She let the salty come trickle down her throat.
They separated. During the night, Bob and Al continued to sample Betty's sexual wares. They would take turns fucking her in the ass or cunt.
Their constant assault on her body, kept her awake most of the night. During one of the sessions, Betty remained in a lethargic state while someone buggered her. She was more interested in sleep then.
In the morning, she awoke, tired from the lack of sleep. As she went through the motions of preparing breakfast for them, her thoughts dwelled on the coming events for the day. Bob and Al renewed their conversation of what would take place. They spoke in generalities, hinting of a real wild session. Their conversation only made her more anxious to get started.
By ten, they were dressed and on their way. Betty wondered where this special assignation would take place. And how? The trip didn't take too long. They drove up to a resort hotel. Betty knew that most resorts had plenty of fucking going on behind closed doors. But having some kind of orgy! Probably paid off the management!
They went up to a room. The men exchanged greetings with the single male occupant. He eyed Betty while he talked to Bob and Al. She appraised his looks, surprised that there was only one other man involved. She expected more from Al's conversation. Al ordered her to strip.
The man's lustful eyes feasted over Betty's sexual attributes as she disrobed.
"Hey! That's a good looking piece of ass!" the man acknowledged. "Let's hurry up! The others are waiting!"
The twitching in Betty's pussy grew stronger. So there were others! Where were they waiting and how many were there?
While she undressed, the man also removed his clothes. Betty sneaked a look at his cock. It wasn't as hard and long as Bob or Al's pricks. But he was ready for her. He took a sheet and wrapped it around himself. Bob and Al also undressed and garbed themselves in sheets. A sheet was given to Betty. The sheet was wound about her so that it could cover her head and face.
Their attempt to disguise her was obvious. They were going to take her some place for men only. The only place Betty could think of was some kind of steam bath. Maybe some kind of a sauna!
With the camouflage completed, they left the room. They went to the stairwell exit and hurried down one flight. Coming out on the second floor, Betty was led to another room. She knew it wasn't a sauna. Their guide rapped a series of identifying taps on the door. The door opened and Betty entered a room with five male occupants, each one garbed in a bedsheet.
A chilling rivulet of erotic thrills trickled down her spine. Eight men awaiting to sexually abuse her! Eight men to gratify the carnal lust that palpitated within her breasts. Her pussy was licking its lips in lascivious expectations. The cuntal glands were leaking. Her cunt was itching.
Her moral inclination was to refuse any sexual liaison. To resist any attempt to involve her in an erotic episode. Betty decided to attempt such an attitude. She knew she would be forced into submitting to their licentious desires. Just the thought of her being compelled to submit made her hornier! That aspect evoked shivers of ecstatic delight. The ultimate result would be doubly exhilarating.
"Take off that sheet! Let's see what she looks like!" one of the men demanded.
Betty clutched the sheet about her in pretended modesty. "No, no! Don't do this to me! I'll scream! Please! Let me out of here! I promise I won't press charges!"
One of the men looked apprehensive. Al laughed! "It's part of the act! This bitch digs rough handling. Likes to be tied up and abused. I think we can accommodate her. Let's get her!" he signalled them.
There was a mass charge! Betty's squeal of feigned fright filled the room. She made certain her voice was controlled. She didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression and call the police. The squeal was loud enough to make their efforts excite them more.
Betty felt the press of their surging, lusting bodies as the force of their weight bore her to the floor. Anxious hands grabbed various parts of her body. She defended her honor with a token gesture. Her sheet disappeared. She was nude while grasping hands squeezed, pinched, and fondled her erogenous parts. In a matter of minutes, her hands were bound. A single rope from the bonds was tossed over a bar in the door frame of a room. Her mouth was gagged against any outcry.
The addition of the gag excited her more. Her mind contemplated some sadistic act that might cause her to cry out. Would they torture her? Or beat her? Betty squeezed her thighs together to alleviate the increased twitching in her aroused twat.
Al stepped close to her body, letting his hand cup each tit. He displayed her boobs to the lusting group before her. Their eyes glistened with carnal desire, their stiff cocks between their thighs proof of the awaited gratification. A crazy idea came to her. A cock stuck all over. In her cunt, her ass, between her tits, several in her mouth! All their come exploding in one gigantic orgasm!
She was a slave girl on the auction block. Al was emphasizing each one of her sexual charms. With each description, he touched the erogenous part. Her large cone-shaped breasts, tender, succulent, exciting. The puffy shaved cunt, obscene, inviting, devastating. Her ass, well-formed, shapely, alluring.
The bidding was spirited. A fifty dollar bid won the first chance. Betty watched the winner approach her. His cock bobbed up and down. She looked forward to feeling the contact of his lovely piece sliding into her squim. Her upright position wasn't conducive to a comfortable merger of their genitals.
Lewd comments mixed with obscene advice filled the air. Betty found the dirty talk stimulating. It was like a condiment added to a dish to make it more zestful.
Her first lay could have been a wrestler or a football player. He was built like the masseur, only with larger muscles. His body was a sledge hammer ready to drive a fleshy railroad spike into her box.
She was unprepared for what happened next! He stuck two fingers up her snatch. His thumb dug into her asshole. He lowered his body, bending his knees a little. With a brief grunt, he straightened up. Betty found herself suspended in mid-air, impaled on the fingers of one arm.
Cries of raucous admiration came from the others. She anticipated a very exciting session with this one. He was a show-off! Someone who wanted to display his physical as well as sexual prowess! She liked that! Betty anticipated an invigorating bout. She wished her hands were free. She wanted to reach out and feel the strength in his cock and balls. He was well hung and aroused the fires of passion in her.
Her body was lowered after several minutes of his display of strength. His large palms elapsed the back of her thighs. Her legs were splayed as she was lifted off the floor. He fitted the bullet head tip of his cock into the parted slit of her cunt. His body moved closer. Betty felt his power as his hips drove his prick past the dampened folds of reddened flesh.
The gag in her mouth muffled her gasp of joy. It was the best cock yet! The sentient lips of her twat stretched wide to accept this erotic delicacy. Betty sighed in muted contentment. What a gorgeous prick! The thick hard shaft swelled inside her vaginal tract.
This is a cocksman, she thought!
He used her body like a swing. Betty's body was shifted away, allowing a partial withdrawal of his dong. She was swung back. Her body pulled towards him. His cock was rammed into her pussy. She felt his vibrant flesh striking home. Deep inside her vagina, his battering ram pounded into the wall of her cunt.
A voluptuous vibration filled the confined space of her cunt. With no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself, rippling over her entire body. She twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion. Her body continued to swing back and forth in a series of short arcs.
On the backward motion, her cunt lips clung to the receding cock, reluctant to surrender its carnal charms. On the returning plunge, her moist twat absorbed his piece in a hungry gulp.
The friction of his pistoning cock heated up her quim. Betty loved the erogenous contact of his penile thrusts. He was spoiling her! She doubted whether anyone could match the ingenuity of the fuck. Or the caliber of his cock! After this, what could anyone do for an encore?
She squirmed, attempting to grind her stretched snatch about his fleshy shaft. Her ass wriggled in ecstatic convulsions. In her awkward position, suspended in mid-air, Betty tried to match his coital cadence. Each sinuous movement of her ass helped to increase the rapturous churning in her loins. Her throbbing cunt seemed about to burst.
The gag muffled her moans of ecstatic bliss. She wanted to cry out to him, Fuck me, harder, harder! Oh, that lovely cock! I can feel its fire heating up my cunt! Just a little bit more! I'm going to come! I'm coming, I'm coming!
She bucked and squirmed her hips in quick, choppy undulations. It was a little difficult under the circumstances. In spite of the unorthodox position, the friction inside her cunt increased. The erogenous stimulation accelerated the voluptuous palpitations of a vaginal vortex.
Betty wanted to scream aloud, giving voice to her rapture with groans and murmurs of anguish pleasure! Her only outlet for the passionate exhilarations that engulfed her was in her frenzied pelvic gyrations.
She closed her eyes in ecstatic bliss as a sluice opened up inside of her. An abundance of love juices poured into the depths of her inflamed quim. The orgasmic elysian nectar flowed over his thrusting prick. He continued to pump back and forth into her flooded snatch.
His cock made a final violent plunge. She felt his body tremble. Then the sudden churning inside his prong. The short strong contraction, followed by the heavy spasm shooting out bursts of glutinous liquid! With each spasm, the thickness of his climactic expression lessened. The force of his penile paroxysms became weaker.
Betty's body was held close to his. His thick pubic hairs scraped against the shorn lips of her twat. The thick lovely cock was buried deep inside her vaginal sheath. She reveled in the erotic contact. There was a gradual decline in the force of his climax. Her snatch told her he was losing his erection. She felt it grow soft. She was saddened by the loss.
He lowered her body, removing his flaccid dick. His demonstration was greeted with comments of admiration. She was certain no one would equal or better his efforts.
As Betty stood waiting for the next man, a trickle of the mixed come oozed down her thighs. The warm glutinous liquid cooled as it ran down her legs. The sticky mixture was uncomfortable. She was eager to see what was next.
"Will you behave yourself and keep quiet if we take off the gag?" Al asked.
Betty's head bobbed in enthusiastic agreement. The gag was removed. She licked her lips trying to moisten her dried mouth. At least, now, she could give vent to her ecstatic feelings.
"May I have something to drink?" she asked. One of the men brought her an iced drink. As he held the drink to her lips, he fondled her tit.
The amber liquid burned as it trickled down. But it was cold! It helped to refresh her.
They loosened her bonds and brought her to the bed. The others were aware of The Flying Fuck position. Two of the men wanted to try it out.
Betty recalled the thrill of her initial experience with that position. She took up the inverted insertion. After the first fuck, this cock didn't have the same potency and stimulation. But there was the contact of her clitoris against the thighs of the man in her!
She bowed her head over the hard-on pointing up, awaiting her sensuous mouth. Betty shifted back and forth, letting the friction of the contact stimulate her clitty. The cock inside her cunt didn't excite her as much as the friction on her venereal node.
It didn't matter! She was more interested in the stimulation of her clitty. As long as there was something hard sticking up her twat! Something to complement the erotic excitement churning inside of her!
Her mouth fitted over the corona of the cock in front of her. Betty nibbled on the pinkish-red knob with her teeth. Then alternated with soft quick sucks. The soft lips of her mouth encompassed his cock. Her supple tongue swivelled around the underside of his shaft. With the practice she had acquired, Betty tantalized the sensitive swollen skin. Her oral technique was almost perfect.
The man arched his back, trying to press his prong deeper into her throat. Betty's fist curled around the base of his dick to prevent being stabbed in her tonsils.
In the meantime, the cock in her cunt continued to shift in and out. She felt his dick sloshing about in her sopping snatch. His cock didn't have the electrifying contact of the other solid cocks she sampled. But the friction on her clitty compensated for it!
Her pelvis pressed into the hairy leg. The bristles rubbing against her bare pudenda gave the action more excitement. Almost any moment now and she would come! It didn't have the piquant force or explosive ecstasy of the other orgasms. But it was sufficient to satisfy her needs! Perhaps someone else would supply the exquisite gratification she wanted.
The man underneath began to buck his hips in a frenzied drive. She heard his heavy breathing from the effort. A stream of jism spurted into the coosy just as her orgasm dampened his prick. He plunged his dick into her cunt, sating his carnal lust.
Betty was able to devote her concentration on the cock in her mouth. She pumped her hand along the shaft in short jerky strokes. Her lips and tongue continued to lasciviously tease the heavy flesh. A palm cupped the heavy balls in a gentle caress. The fleshy agates shifted in her hand. Betty readied herself for the imminent orgasm.
The man made faster thrusts with his hips. He was fucking her mouth, trying to push it in. The fingers curled about the base of the shaft prevented the deep penetration. Her compressed lips about the shaft caught the pulsating contractions. His cock pulsated with strong spasms. Then the gradual weakening of the paroxysms.
She milked the last vestiges of his come into her mouth. He gave a soft sigh of satisfaction as she released his cock. Finished with her participation in the act, Betty got off the bed. The two men remained on the bed, extolling the merits of Betty's sexual ability.
Their praise pleaded her. Everyone who had sex with her had no complaints. A licentious thought occurred to her. Maybe, she should become a whore! Why the hell should this guy Al make all the profits? Besides, since she enjoyed fucking, she might as well have the fringe benefits that went with it!
The remaining members of the group started an argument. Everyone wanted to fuck her next! A satisfied smile played on Betty's face. It was good to have men fighting over her. Not every woman could say that! While she was anxious to have some more sex, she welcomed the little respite.
She wandered over to the small bar set up in the room. Pouring herself another drink, Betty turned around and surveyed the group. Their cocks had all shrunk. A silent laugh shook her frame. After they straightened out their little differences, she'd have their cocks hard again. Betty took another pull at her glass. She was ready for action again.