Chapter 7
The six oilmen pushed back their chairs in a mad scramble to be the first one undressed. Ties and shirts, shoes and socks and underwear were thrown helter-skelter in the men's haste to replace the masturbating girl's finger in her eager young cunt. The one called Ron-son won the race by popping all the buttons off his shirt and suit jacket, and the losers all groaned good-naturedly as he stood proudly displaying his long, thick erection.
Ronson vaulted on to the table, his potbelly quivering as he grabbed Vicky's knees and forced them sharply down and apart. Vicky whimpered, removing her hand and exposing all of the moist lushness of her tender pussy to his lustful scrutiny.
"Wooee!" Ronson exclaimed. "Why, her little ol' twat looks fairly begging for my prick! See how she screams and twists when she gets a taste of it, you guys!"
Vicky trembled under the prodding of the older man's obscene remarks, tormented by the fear that his threat might come true! But no . . . no, it couldn't happen! Even as aroused as she was by her own finger-fucking, she couldn't actually respond to this perfect stranger .... and then all these other crude, overbearing men as well! She quivered half in dread and half in a perverse sense of cringing anticipation as she watched the oil lobbyist lever up over her body. Ronson dropped one hand down between their naked loins and guided his hardened cock in between the full, twitching lips of her wetly heated cunt. She held her breath as she felt his first inquisitive contact with the throbbing orifice of her pussy.
And then with a grin of sheer lust, Ronson thrust his fleshy hips downward and his raging penis slid deep into her waiting vagina like a bronco busting out of a stall. There was no stopping him until he completely filled her entire belly and his bulging testicles smacked loudly against her cowering thighs.
"Oh! Oh Lord!" Vicky cried out beneath the heavy-set man. He grunted crazily with his insane need to fuck her, and began humping into her with flesh-flattening lunges. "Oh! Oh, wait! Oh, please stop!" But her screams of shame and torment only seemed to urge him on to greater efforts, and he bored his thick, skewering erection faster and harder into the tightly clinging channel of her sensitive young cunt.
And to her humiliation, Vicky discovered the salicious hungers which had been plaguing her all along immediately began to creep back up inside her loins. Her vaginal passage felt on fire ... a gradually pleasurable fire which made her moan and writhe beneath his heaving pelvis. The oilman increased his unbearable thrustings with brutal intensity, and with each lunging stroke he made into her, Vicky could feel her resistance and fear ebbing like an irreversible tide. Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as she felt the maddening temptations once more reverberating through her defenseless belly, and sensed the control of her emotions slipping away from her again. As he continued to fuck rapaciously into her hotly responding pussy, her inner thighs flexed around his driving hips on their own, and her rebellious buttocks undulated as her legs drew up and locked automatically around his calves. No . . . no, she couldn't let this happen to her....
But why not? Her sensation-filled mind droned on tormentedly. Why not enjoy the erotic desires she was feeling against her will? Ronson and Representative McHugh and all the others here wanted her to be a sluttish whore, and there didn't seem to be a way to avoid her fate. There was no longer any reason to fight the avid flames of thrill coursing through her blood. She had lost the battle against these obscene men, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent chills running through her involuntarily responding body. Her entire being twisted and wrenched beneath the fucker as she submitted to the delicious rhythm of his penis drilling wetly into her, her shame and degradation complete and all hope gone.
"Ohhhh, harder!" she hissed through her teeth, tears gushing down her cheeks as she heard herself beg for more. The young girl spread her thighs back wider, the moist, open mouth of her cock-welcoming pussy eager to receive all of his manhood to greater and greater depths. The words welled up in her, and she couldn't stop the obscenities now as they sprang from her contorted lips. "Fuck me ... ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me harder ... !"
As if in apology, Ronson rammed his tongue in her mouth, and he felt the blonde girl suck thirstily at his warm saliva in straining frenzy, her nubile body caught up in a whirlpool of raw sensation as he pistoned his cock unmercifully into her milking loins. The rapid poundings of his muscular hips against her youthful pubic mound resounded noisily through the banquet room, and Vicky could sense that her climax was nearing ... nearing closer, closer.
And then as she bucked uncontrollably up against the stranger, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its obscene cum far up into the recesses of her flowering womb. Vicky moaned in frustration, for he had orgasmed too soon, leaving her overwhelmed with unsatisfied desire. She squeezed up against his deflating hardness, crying out as she had the night before . . . but just as Senator Blum had done then, Ronson rolled away from her with a happy smile on his face.
"Ohhh . . . ohhh." The naked blonde secretary writhed in unrequited lust, and all she wanted was to feel the deliciousness of another man fucking into her. She wanted her belly filled with vast, swirling pools of obscene sperm and feel it burning as she lewdly climaxed. "I want more!" she sobbed hysterically. "Somebody! Anybody! I want more! Fuck me!"
Another heavy body flowed over the girl then, and once more Vicky was lost in the perverted, unceasable drive for her orgasm. She fitted his thick, long penis into the entrance of her pink-lipped pussy with a frantic desperation, and gyrated her starving young cunt wildly up against this pumping man she'd never seen before and would never see again. She felt his panting breath upon her cheeks, and the stubble of his unshaved chin as he ground his hardened cock painfully deep into her vagina. He gasped and groaned and blew liquored breath, and Vicky sensed she was close again . . . close to her cumming. But the second stranger came even more quickly than Ronson had. And once more she felt the warm rush of smoky air against her fevered loins as he left her sprawled upon the table.
Before she could protest or beg for more, the thin, angular man named Sam leaped up and gripped her ankles, thrusting them up until her knees were hard against her breasts again. She lay entirely open, her hairlined pussy slit wide and wetly gleaming, and then he lurched into her, ramming his slender erection deep into her sperm-filled cunt with a violent thrust.
"Ahhh!" Vicky wailed as she felt the lust-quenching hardness sliding the length of her tightly clinging vagina. Sam's lean body quivered as he fucked repeatedly into the girl, his slim hips swinging against the tender flesh of her upraised cuntal crevice. His blood-swollen cock-head battered against her cervix like the blunt end of a spear, making her writhe hot and delirious in her quest for completion. "Yes, oh yes! Fuck harder! Fuck me hard and fast!"
Once again she was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced in her belly as she strove wildly for her end under the middle-aged oil lobbyist ... an end which was not only an infinitesimal second away....
But the young blonde's lust-crazed passions proved too much for this older man as well, and clamping his mouth tightly down on one of her breasts, he started a long, low groan of climax. His hot liquid seed spewed out where the others had cum, and she could feel it jet into her pussy in great virile torrents, deflating his penis with each spasmodic throb. She was still seconds away!
"Nooo! Wait! Wait!" she sobbed as Sam flopped from between her still-gyrating thighs and crawled exhaustedly back to his chair. And then through the dulled screen of her smut-filmed eyes, Vicky watched eagerly as another man took his place. "That's it, Orvil!" she heard someone urge. "Sock it to her! Sock it to her the way she likes it!"
"That broad is some ride!" Sam wheezed breathlessly from where he slouched depleted. "And that's a fact!"
"Well, I'm just the rider to break her in!" the gross, sweaty oilman named Orvil crowed, and he surged his mammoth hardness into the naked girl's over-filled cunt, bouncing her hard up and down on the wooden table top. The new and different penis hurt more than the others, for it was quite a bit fatter in girth than the rest, but she knew she would hurt still more before this evening was over. She was incapable of controlling either the men or her own spiraling need for orgasm, and the series of fucks she was receiving was rubbing the sensitive walls of her pussy acutely raw. But that never caused an instant's hesitation now, and she arched beneath his hammering loins, spreading her legs wide and deliberately giving the rest of the Dry Hole members a provocative view of her slender, hair-fringed vaginal slit. The others crowded around the table, peering intently at Orvil's thundering cock, amazed at the sight of her tight young cunt greedily swallowing the whole of his enormous erection.
Vicky couldn't have cared less who was watching. "Ohhh, you damned bastard! Fuck me! Fuck meee!" she begged. She was approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly aroused body rocked to and fro to spur the slobbering lobbyist on to greater effort. Oh Lord, she had been so close to climax before that with this huge cock in her, it didn't take long! With the thick, expanding penis digging into her cunt like an implacable jackhammer, the cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.
"I . . . I'm dimming! Oh God ... I'm cummmming! Fuck harder! Fuck me harder, whoever you are, and cum too ...!"
Vicky swung her thighs up and clasped the hefty man's hips with the backs of her calves, winding her ivory legs around his humping body. Her ankles locked tightly high on his back, screwing her ravenously hungry cunt up the full length of his burrowing cock. Her orgasmic juices flowed out in her maniacal frenzy, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to slicken the surface of the table. Above her, Orvil fucked into her pussy like a pile-driving machine while Vicky continued to moan out her long-awaited climax. She could feel the hot waves of his brutal sperm abruptly shooting up into her flooded cunt, mixing lasciviously with the virile pool the other men had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful spurts of cum filled her to the bursting point with sticky wetness. The searing walls of her rubbed-raw vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the ejaculating penis like the mouth of a starving waif.
Groaning in completion, the obese oilman finally collapsed over her trembling body, flattening them both to the table. After a few seconds, the insanely ravaged girl felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his limp cock slipping from the confines of her well-raped pussy. She let her arms and legs fall in comatose satisfaction, feeling sore and wet and totally used, but nowhere near the terror she had experienced at the beginning.
"No more," she moaned in defensive agony. "Please ... no more. Let me rest . . . please let me rest. . . . My pussy is so filled and it aches so much...."
Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the ring of naked, panting men surrounding the table, for she knew that despite this climax, her flesh was demanding more, lewdly ever for more. She had to stop herself from accepting another obscenely battering cock, before she killed herself with them!
"No more...."
Representative McHugh grinned with cruel, salacious desire as he saw the servile girl sprawled half-delirious on the wooden surface. No more? Christ, she had to he crazy! This blonde child was undoubtedly the most insatiable piece of ass he'd ever encountered in all his sixty-nine years! Holy hell, you couldn't wear her cunt out . . . and she's begging for no more? His knobby penis quivered with erect interest, and he clawed his way onto the table, crawling on all fours to between her exhausted thighs.
"No more, toots?" he cackled down at her. "That's what you think! Spread those legs wide, I'm climbing aboard!"
Vicky Martin looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of her passion-smoked eyes, seeing the elderly congressman's wrinkled features beadily leering down at her from between her wide-stretched loins. She shuddered in confusion, torn between the scorching desires that were already rejuvenating in her insatiable pussy, and the shame and guilt which flickered through her tormented mind. She glanced momentarily around her in a cringing expression for help . . . but all she saw were the horridly excited faces and the cruel glinting eyes of the other men. They were all eagerly anticipating the further ravishment of her tender young flesh . . . and in response, the lewd fires of uncontained lust which had been irrevocably kindled in these two nights of depravity burned brighter than ever in her wanton belly.
"Fuck me, then," she hissed up at the hovering representative. "Fuck me, you ancient fart-you can't do any more to me than you have already!"
She curled her open legs around his withered hips as he pressed the bluntness of his swollen cock into her ready-welcome cunt. McHugh drove forward with a raspy grunt, impaling her again on his rigid erection, while the young girl of less than a third his age contracted the muscles of her aching vagina and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her buttocks that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality for her, just the pleasure and animal groans drifting down from the naked congressman fucking her into the cold wood of the banquet table.
After that, she no longer had any conception of time or personalities, but fucked and even sucked as she was directed by the various men. Vicky was beyond any emotion, her flesh reacting with orgasm after orgasm, but her strength having left her until she mechanically obeyed their every whim. She was an unthinking tool for their perverted satisfactions, weakly moving her body to comply with their rapacious demands. It didn't matter any more. There was nothing left in her world now, and she knew without questioning that she was truly enjoying the lewd debasement and couldn't care less what Representative McHugh did with those pictures now. He could stuff them up his ass if he wanted to.... She had passed the point of no return.