Chapter 6
Tina's throat was on fire.
Her eyes opened widly. They bugged and bulged. She could feel a great pressure behind those orbs.
"Yeah," Vernon sighed.
He continued to push forward steadily, making it perfectly clear through his behavior that he had no intention of stopping the forward pressure of his lower torso until the entire length of his cock was down her throat. It was all the little girl could do to keep her teeth off his prick by this time. There was a growing part of the girl that wanted to bite the biker's cock right off with her sharp white choppers. She knew that the others would kill her, probably torture her to death or something, if she attempted a nasty stunt like that.
The little girl could feel her lips crawling down the shaft of his rock hard cock toward the base. Her button nose got closer and closer to the thick patch of ebony short and curly pubic hairs growing on his pubic bone directly above the base of his dong.
The teenager could tell that there was no way the man was going to stop pushing forward until her nose was imbedded in that pubic bush. The thought of this filled the little girl with panic. She knew that she wouldn't be able to breathe at all once her nose pushed into his bush. She might suffocate. The man was going to kill her by depriving her of air with his cock, she feared. She could tell that the spasms and convulsions she was feeling in her violently gagging throat were pleasuring the head biker in a couple of ways.
For one thing, he was a sadist, so he would derive pleasure from any pain he caused her. For another thing, more directly, her spasms were squeezing and tugging at his cock. Each time the little girl gagged the huge biker could feel a ripple of manly pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of his spine, all the way from his tailbone to the base of his skull and then back again.
The man entered her throat slowly. She could tell that there was no way the huge black haired man was going to stop shoving his cock inside her until his balls were resting on her chin!
He stabbed forward hard and drove the remainder of his cock into her. She could feel his balls on her chin. Her nose was buried in his pubies. Her face was as red as her fingernails.
Her freckles looked especially yellow at that moment. There was a single vein at the little girl's right temple near the surface that was throbbing visibly. That vein looked all too much like it was going to bust at any second. She couldn't believe how deeply her throat was being probed by his dick. She couldn't believe how stuffed full of cock meat her gullet felt at that moment.
The man did not leave the entire length of his member down the little girl's throat for very long-not for very long at all. He did not want her to suffocate. He knew that she would be no fun to play with anymore if she died on him. The bikers were a sick crew but they didn't fuck with corpses. He began to withdraw.
He pulled back with his tensed ass every bit as slowly as he had originally penetrated. He didn't stop pulling back until, once again, only the head of his cock was inside her mouth. The little girl's lips gripped desperately at the top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his bulbous purple glans.
He smelled terrible-but the little girl came to like the aroma. No woman could ever smell that way. Vernon Jackson's scent was intrinsically male.
Then the leader of the biker gang took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. His chest expanded to what seemed like twice its normal size.
Then he let out all of the air with a sharp grunt and drove the entire length of his cock into the little girl's throat all in one fell swoop.
The little girl could feel the pressure behind her eyes getting suddenly worse. Her eyes bulged and bugged so severely that it worried Tina.
The redhead spent a terrifying moment or two fearing that her swollen eyes were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
As it turned out, the girl was more shocked than injured by the violent violation of her gullet.
She had simply been unaware of the fact that her throat could go from completely empty to completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity.
Just when the little girl thought she could take the pain no longer, she could feel her discomfort beginning to lessen. The uncontrollable spasms and convulsions in her throat stopped, more because the muscles surrounding her gullet were exhausted than for any other reason.
She found that she could control her throat muscles. The man began to fuck her face with a smooth steady motion. She could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before the biker spilled his seed into her mouth.
Then she feared that the man would shoot his creamy come into her while the entire length of his cock was inside her. This would have been quite a disappointment as far as the redheaded teenager was concerned.
If he shot his wad while her lips grabbed his dick at the base, his come would miss her tongue completely, and she would not get a chance to savor the delicious flavor of his manly jism. It was as if he read her mind.
He pulled back his hips at the last second.
He shot his come right into her mouth-and she sucked down every drop of that goo like a good girl.
"SUCK IT! CUNT! SUCK THAT BIG SPASMING PORKER! SUCK IT GOOD! OOOH! SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW MY JIZZ BITCH! SWALLOW IT RIGHT DOWN! GULP IT! GOBBLE IT LIKE A TURKEY!"
The second the man's come was through he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He was through but the other biker's were hornier than ever.
The little girl knew that her abuse had only just begun. She knew that she would have the come of ten men inside her belly by the time the gang bang was through.
Ten Bikers.
Ten loads of jism.
All in Tina's tummy.
She was ready to puke.
She loved come, and she would have thought that she couldn't get enough of the stuff, but she had been proven wrong by the savage bikers.
She learned at that moment that too much of a good thing-no matter how good the thing was-was a bad thing. There was come on her face. There was come dripping off the tip of her chin onto the cleavage between her breasts. The bikers were drinking beer. They-drank differently from others she had seen. They quaffed down a twelve ounce can of lager in three swallows and then crushed the can in huge fists, all in one motion.
"Holy shit!" Greasy Garner said.
"What's the problem?" Vernon asked.
"I gotta leak."
"So leak."
"Where?" Gresy asked. "Anywhere, jerk-off. You are outside."
"I don't feel like wasting my piss."
"What do you mean by that?" Vernon asked.
"I want the cunt to be my toilet," Greasy said.
"That's a great idea," Vernon said.
"Let 's all piss on her," Axelrod said.
"Not just on her," Greasy said.
"In her. In her mouth," Vernon clarified.
"That's even a better idea," Axelrod said.
The little girl looked only semi-conscious at this point. She had fallen onto her side on the grass. Her body was still but her breaths were still short and anxious.
She had stopped listening to the vulgar interchanges between the savage men-but now their conversation once again drew her attention. She sat up.
"Don't do it," she said.
"Why not?" Vernon asked, his body shaking with laughter.
"It's not nice," the little girl said with despair in her voice.
"Fuck being nice, cunt," Axelrod said with an evil smile.
"We LIKE to be mean," Greasy said, whipping out his prick again.
"You will poison me if you make me drink that stuff," she said.
"Maybe," Verson said. His voice was filled with an annoying calm.
Greasy stepped over to the little girl and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her into a kneeling position.
"Bitch, I'm not even sure that you are worthy of being my toilet," the biker said with clenched fists. She could tell that her best bet was to do as the bikers wished, and pray that the whole thing was over quickly.
She knelt before him. She tilted back her head. His cock was flaccid. She turned her face toward the tip of his prick. The man pushed his thumbs, his filthy thumbs, into her mouth and forced her jaw open so violently that the redheaded teenager half-expected to hear the bones in the lower half of her preciously cute kisser breaking on her at any second.
" Leave your mouth open!" Gr easy said, making it clear through his vocal intonations that he was not then, nor would he ever be, in the mood to take no for an answer.
He wasn't asking.
He was telling.
This was no request.
This was a command!
The man had been telling the truth about having to take a wicked piss. His bladder was full to the point where he thought it was going to burst.
He reached down and held his cock with his right thumb and forefinger. He used his fingers to aim the tip of his prick. Then he opened Ids floodgates and he let his piss flow!