Chapter 4
When George returned with the two other men, June at first felt terror. It was as if she had suddenly become the victim of a gangbang. But with the cock still working in and out of her spasming vagina, and the fact that they were good-looking tennis-types, clean-cut and all in their 20's, her fear vanished and she stared at them, eager for them to take their pricks out.
They were staring at her even more eagerly.
"Jesus," one of them said, "you weren't kidding, George! But are you sure she wants all of us?"
The three men stood, mouths open, watching young Dick's bare ass bobbing as he steadily plugged at her cunt, her legs spread and her heels wrapped about the backs of his knees.
"Yeah, she wants all of us," George said, dropping his pants. "Don't you, honey? Well, tell the gentlemen-that is, if you want 'em-to get their pricks out and go to work on you. Speak, baby!"
June found herself twitching. When she spoke, her voice sounded low and perverse, even degenerate. "Yesss," she hissed. "Take your cocks out. I-I want to see them all out, please. Get them hard and let me play with them and-and suck them. I want to do everything to your hard pricks!"
The taller of the two young men with George, a very sophisticated type with black hair and a cleft chin, said: "Hmm, truly a strange case." He dropped his pants and already June could see that his prick was standing at attention. A medium-sized prick with a very lovely pair of very full, high-riding balls. "George, are you sure it's safe? I mean, I hope we don't have ourselves a drugged young lady here."
The other fellow was blond, his prick rather small as he stepped out of his white tennis shorts, but it was exceptionally thick. He said: "I hope she isn't diseased, George. I mean, you don't suppose she has the clap or anything."
"Fuck, no!" George rasped. "Can't you guys see this here's a high-class HI lady? She's prob'ly just pissed off at her old man or somethin'. I seen this kind of action before. It's gonna be a ball. Let's get going."
"Where will we begin? Fuck her one at a time?" the blond one asked.
"Shit, no! Listen, I'll direct the show. Just follow directions." George patted the steadily fucking Dick on the shoulder. "OK, boy, I know its tough, but pull your wanger out for a sec while we all git situated."
Young Dick, with effort, pulled his prick out of the squirming body beneath him and stood up, breathing hard, shuddering. He looked about as though he might like to stick his exposed cock into anything-a knot hole, a light socket, anything.
June lay with her legs wide apart, enjoying the men feasting their eyes on her firm body, her curvaceous nakedness. She cupped her breasts in her hands, staring at their exposed hard-ons.
"Take t-them in your hands," she said, almost whispering. "Put them in your fists and jerk on them so I can watch. Then someone-all of you-fuck me! Do vile things to me. Anything you want. You can do anything. All of you-"
"Just be patient, lady," George said. "Incidentally, what's your name?"
June hesitated, reluctant for just a moment to give her real name. Then she didn't care. "June," she said. "My name's June and I want you all to do me!"
They all laughed-all except the pitiful Dick who was still looking for someplace to stick his cunt-wet prick.
"That's exactly what we have in mind, June. I mean, you're looking at four hard-ons that don't exactly expect to dilly-dally," George said, grinning. "But this does call for a-well, a bit of planning. Let's see. Get up for a second, June."
George lifted her to her feet. "Put the mattress down on the floor, boys." They eased the thin mattress, blanket and all, onto the floor, and then George told June to lie down and spread her legs. "No," he changed his mind, "on second thought, you better get down on all-fours."
June assumed the instructed position, her ass in the air and her elbows against the mattress. She wanted something to fill her twat fast. She was getting desperate for some more fucking-at least as temporary hors d'oeuvres until the group could make up its mind who was going to do what to her.
"Oh, shit I!" George said, angrily.
"What's wrong?" young Dick asked.
"I shoulda got another dude-one for her asshole, one for her cunt, one for each hand, and one for her mouth. What the hell was I thinking of?"
"I-I could go and get Phil," the tall dark-haired one said.
June was going crazy with desire; the waiting was sheer torture to her waiting twat
"No, I guess we can make do with what we've got. This room's too crowded already. OK, Dick, slide under there and fuck her from the bottom. Slam it to her steady but not too hard."
"Cunt or asshole?" Bill inquired. He had apparently waited this long, so he wanted to be absolutely certain of his assignment
"Take her cunt," George said. "Fuck her from below in the pussy and suck on one of her tits."
Instantly, Dick slid under June and she felt his cock ram home.
"Ahhh," she sighed. "Angh, I thought it would never get back inside there." She rode him eagerly and offered her right nipple.
"Me, t-too," Dick said, mouthing the extended tit.
June wondered who was going to do what. She could hardly wait It was getting more and more like her solitary masturbation sessions in the bath-tub. She wanted to feel cocks everywhere-stabbing, probing, sticking-and she wanted to hear the male gasps and grunts as they derived incredible satisfaction from her female body.
"She's already given my dong a helluva good sucking, so why don't you fuck her in the face, Rod, while I fuck her in the ass? Bill, you can just let her jerk you off and play with your balls and asshole. She loves that. Then, every once in a while, you can alternate with Rod and let her lick your meat while she plays with Rod's cock and balls."
June's chest heaved with anticipation as she thought of George's big wanger sticking her in the asshole and sucking the tall, dark-haired fellow's nicely-contoured prick. George was calling the dark-haired one, Rod, and the blond one with the short, thick prick, Bill.
"Okay, gang, this here girl's real nice stuff, so let's treat her with respect, I mean, no rough stuff. Just give her what she craves."
Immediately, June saw Rod kneeling before her, his hard-on in his hand, offering it to her mouth. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth. Then she was bobbing her head and gulping cock while Dick below filled her gushing cunt with steady, firm strokes. The blond, Bill, with the short but very thick prong put his meat in her hand and she groped greedily at the hanging balls and stout hot meat. It was just about as good as it could get, she thought, and then she felt big George behind her, easing the enormity of his male meat into the tight, puckered aperture of her asshole. She would have screamed out in joy, but her mouth was full of prick.
June felt certain she could not possibly have accommodated George's hard-on in her asshole if it were not for the fact of all the simultaneous distraction. Heavenly distraction! God, she was seeing stars as she gulped the firm cock that glanced fiercely off the roof of her mouth-as young Dick below nursed greedily and alternately from tit to tit, as she ran her lustful hand all over Bill's dribbling cock and balls and stuck her middle finger from time to time in his asshole.
And steadily, relentlessly, like some giant that added pleasure with each inserting inch, there was the onslaught of George's flesh-probe. Fortunately, despite his gruff manner, he was not out to hurt her. He understood he had to go easy and he was giving her just a little at a time so as not to split her wide apart. Every once in a while he would pause, stick his finger alongside Dick's cock that pumped at her cunt, gather some lubricant and use it to make his entrance a frictionless affair-at least as far as possible.
Most exciting of all, though, was the male noise that filled her ears. There were urgent grunts and breath-blasts as each man went about his urgent mission to embed his tool, to find sexual gratification from her waiting body. The boy who fucked her face, Rod, was murmuring like some demented ancient priest as she nursed on his bone-hard prong. Dick maintained a steady "angh, angh, angh" as he plugged away. Bill, whose prick she worked on with her hand was pleading for more attention; he held her wrist, directing the hand to his balls or asshole or prick, however it suited him. Even the veteran and somewhat callous George was emitting long, low groans now that he had managed to embed his huge meat wedge about half-way into her slowly, expanding bung hole.
Four of them! June thought. Four male pricks, all with a desperate mission! Suddenly, beside herself with sexual delight such as she had never dreamed possible, she tore Rod's hard-on from between her lips and screamed.
"PUCK ME, YOU BASTARDS! ALL OF YOU! OH, JEEEE-SSSUUUSSSSS! GrVB IT TO ME! I-I LOVE EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU! GOD, I LOVE IT! HARDER! HARDER! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
Blond Bill, whose tool she had been groping, chose this opportunity to switch places with Rod, whose prick she had been ingesting. For just a moment she feared there would be a fight-like the awful clawing things over female bitches in heat between lustful male dogs-but somehow Bill got his prick into her mouth without being attacked by Rod. She managed to pacify poor Rod, whose prick was suddenly exposed to cool air instead of the warmth of her gulping mouth, by shoving her finger up his asshole to the knuckle. This settled him down, and then she was groping his balls and, finally, steadily working his flesh sheath up and down over the hard gristly exterior of his rock-like erection.
The small room then became a veritable symphony of male grunts and groans of need and urgent guttural murmurings. It was delicious music to June's ears. Every violent and secret and uncensored dream of her girlhood was coming true. Males all about her, inside her, their stabbing, great erections taking her to the sexual heights.
At times she felt certain she would pass out, fade from consciousness from the ecstasy of having a prick in her cunt her ass, her mouth-and, yes, even one in her hand to fondle and savor. From behind, George had his huge flesh spear entirely up her rear-door, plugging her relentlessly, jolting her so that it became difficult to manipulate the pulsing prick in her mouth. Several times, young Bill's rod slipped out of her mouth, oozing goo onto her chin, and each time she frantically had to release her hold on Rod's hard meat in order to pop the eager organ back into her mouth.
She was rocking first forward, then backward; as the big cocks slammed her fore and aft. Then, too, there was the steady upthrusting of Dick's pelvis as he drove into her hard, lifting her slightly. She began to mew in an insane high-pitched sound that was neither euphony nor cacophony. Yes, as she sucked prick she emitted a kind of subdued grunt-squeal. Her sounds inspired the men to new heights.
"Git her good!" George rasped to Bill who fucked June's mouth. "Yeah, she wants it all the way down her throat ... so give her what she wants. Yeah ... yeah ... yeah!" he grunted, slamming his pelvis harder and harder against the cheeks of her ass.
The sensations were not of this world and, once again, June felt that she would pass out from the excruciating pleasure. Several times she grew over-zealous and squeezed Rod's balls too hard. He would jerk her wrist hard then and force her to finger his asshole until the pain had passed. Only then would he permit her desperate groping of his engorged penis.
June swayed with the storm-the sexual storm of lust-crazed men who were having their "evi!" ways with her body. Dick's mouth on her swollen nipples gulped almost cruelly. Big George held her hips firmly, sometimes releasing one hand to harshly rotate one cheek of her ass as he stabbed with a fury.
"Angh, Ah, Agh!" he grunted.
"L-Let's swap a-again," Rod said to Bill, who was palming both of June's cheeks as he stabbed his prick deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Nah, man....Shit. Oh, no!" Bill cried. "I gotta keep my prick in this baby's mouth for the rest of m-my life! Oh, Jesus, w-what a cocksucker!"
"Goddamit!" Rod yelled, "Move over! I gotta get my prick in that honey's throat again. I-It's cold out here. G-Gettin' jerked off isn't t-the same as that red-hot m-mouth!"
It seemed strange that men in the throes of fucking, gang-bang slam-suck and fucking all sounded pretty much a-like. Gone were the traces of superior purrs to their voices that had been there prior to their mounting her. Yes, their voices filled June's ears and she knew then that all men were a-like in this most urgent of missions-the mission of getting off. They might have been college professors, or they might have been laborers; they might have been artists or they might have been servants.
It didn't matter. Men all sounded the same when mounted-up. June knew this truth and it excited her. She, June, the suburban bored housewife had inspired total honesty in these male animals, and they used and abused her body now for their own needs without any trace of feigned sophistication.
In a cunt, there are no phonies! she thought, head-tripping briefly, then shuddering and mindless again. Cock ... everywhere cock ... cocks ... hard pricks penetrating her....
As Rod switched places with Bill, June's mouth gulped vacantly, the momentary void agonizing. Were they arguing? Fighting? She couldn't be sure.
She took this opportunity to reach back and grope George's balls as she slammed his meat hard into her expanded asshole.
"Oh, yeah," George grunted through clenched teeth. "Squeeze 'em good, sugar, and-and pretty soon Uncle George is gonna hose your ass out. Oh, yeah!"
June then reached down and grabbed young Dick's hair and savagely slammed her left breast at his face while he raised his firm, strong buttocks up from the mattress, plunging his swollen manhood as if he were going for her ribs.
"Ahhhhhh!" June screamed, her mouth no longer muffled with male meat. "Suck tit, you bastard!" she screamed.
There was only the sound of saliva friction and suction as his mouth parted from her erect nipple for a fraction of a second.
"George!" June screamed, "Give it all to me! Don't hold back! Fuck my asshole, baby! Oh, fuck it! Fuck it hard! Harder! Can't you fuck my asshole harder than that?"
"Angh, Agh, Agh," came George's brutal reply as he rotated her ass cheeks still farther apart with both palms of his hands.
June loved the feel of all the tennis players' calloused hands as they roamed her body, tugging her this way and that way, using her, bending her to their need. And, ironically, their seeking to fulfill their own lust cravings made her delirious cravings still more acute, more primitive, more desperate.
Bill and Rod had finally settled their fight over who would have the next right to her mouth, for suddenly Rod held her by the ears and with one mighty thrust, embedded his cooled meat deep into her throat.
June gagged in response, but her involuntary throat convulsions were the most exquisite pleasure-pain she had had ever known. And then, as if some secret dream were coming true, she heard Rod crying helplessly.
"I-I'm gonna come," he stammered, spasming all over. "Oh, Christ, I can't hold back any longer. Gonna come ... gonna come right now....Can't hold back! Can't! Can't-Can't!"
June realized then, of course, that all the men could not possibly have gotten their rocks off simultaneously. Somehow she had imagined that they would all orgasm together, but now at this evidence that the boy's prick in her mouth could hold back no longer, she knew the fallacy of her earlier reasoning-if reasoning was what it was. No, it was far stranger than reasoning. It was totally irrational; it harked back to some primeval female being fucked in a cave, or in a forest or a jungle by a group of roving hunters-with tennis-racket-like cocks, with a desperate female hunger, asserting their strength and domination over a solitary and helpless female.
A female who loved the fucking, the violation of it all....
Now the ultimate dream came true-something, she sensed, that had been at the core of all her solitary masturbatory sessions since she had first reached puberty, since the first time she had played with her maturing nipples and fingered herself to completion. How long ago? So long ago ... she could not remember.
Yes, now the ultimate moment had arrived, for while big cocks slammed her from behind and from below, the heads of their flesh spears colliding between her asshole and her vagina, she felt Rod's grip become vise-like, clamp about the back of her head and neck as he readied himself to fire his scalding sperm-load into her waiting throat.
"Ohhhh!" he yelled. "Going off! Going off now!"
His announcement seemed to drive the others to still more-frenzied slamming, and they screamed: "GO! YEAH, SQUIRT IT, MAN! FIRE IT RIGHT IN HER MOUTH!"
In any other context, it would have been degradation, but to June at this moment it was sheer ecstasy, sexual heaven. Eagerly, she managed to open her throat still more in readiness, and somehow she managed to clench her lips about the extended pulsing prick in order to feel the surge of the sperm flow. Yes, she wanted to be able to taste and savor its tanginess as it fired its load.
"UNLOADING NOW!" Rod screamed. "UN-LOAD-ING! AHHHHHHHH!"
June felt the lad's balls jolting as he screamed; then came the long awaited goo-blasts: squirt, slurp, drip, ooze. She felt the flow as it passed her lips, flowing over the rear of her tongue and tickling its way down her throat into her tummy.
The hot clump-globs of sperm were delicious, and when Rod ceased his thrusting entirely, June was able to back away with her head, removing the prick from the sheath of her throat and concentrate on nursing the last drops of the male nectar directly from the bulbous, pulsing head. She twirled her tongue hungrily about its lollipop-like end, really sucking intensely and flicking her tongue in and out of the tiny slit to draw still more love juice from the depths of the testicles. As she did this, she squeezed his furry balls as if they were some precious sponge, coaxing out the last of his oozings.
Never before in her life had she managed to savor the delightful male love juice while getting plugged hard and steadily in cunt and asshole. She could not cease her labor of love on the lately-spewed giant. Finally, poor Rod had to tear her vacuum-like mouth away from his prick violently. Then he lay spent, panting, murmuring over and over again: "The best blowjob I ever had....
No sooner had she swallowed the last of Rod's love juice than the other lad, Bill, shifted his prick from her piston-like hand to her mouth!
Just before he inserted his dripping pecker between her lips, she knew she had found sexual paradise, for while the two big pricks still slammed hard, she was going to be treated to a second spewing of sperm from young Bill. Too good to be true! One load to digest while being fucked vaginally and anally, and then a second love-load for her tingling palate!
To further escalate her excruciating pleasure, Big George began stimulating her clit as he banged her butt hole. June wagged her ass appreciatively and and went, once again, to serious work on the fresh prick stabbing at the roof of her mouth. It was a shorter organ, but thicker, and she loved the contrast. She wished she had an army of dribbling cocks to mouth and tantalize and nurse on until they poured forth their spend into her gulping oral orifice.
Why couldn't she have two pricks stabbing at her mouth simultaneously? she wondered. Oh, if only she could suck two cocks while two cocks fucked her body holes. But she would have to content herself with the males at hand (and mouth and cunt and ass hole) until she could force prude Gene Lewis to take her to The Caves. The Caves? Good God! she thought. How can I be thinking of still greater stimulation when I'm getting all I handle? Still, something deep within her craved still more depravity, still more frenzied and bizarre sex. She wanted it all-everything there was!
Now the pace of the uninterrupted stimulation was getting to her. As the male meat stabbed at her, she began to convulse. The female body can tolerate only so much pleasure, she told herself, but still her ecstasy mounted, rose, crescendoing crazily, and somehow she was able to tolerate the effect of one long and continuing orgasmic current. No, she had not yet climaxed, at least not fully, but the effect was as if she were constantly coming, climaxing, the steady friction of driving male organs acting as conductors of a kind of sexual shuddering she had not dreamed possible!
Was the boy's prick in her mouth about to spew forth its spend? She could not be sure, but she did not care. He could come, or he could not come. As long as the two big pricks slammed into her, banged her, drove her from side to side and rocked her forward and backward, she did not care. He could come when he pleased-whenever he pleased. To encourage him, though, she jiggled his testicles in a rapid motion for a full minute, and then she reached back and drove her middle finger up his asshole until he emitted a gasp of awesome proportions.
"Jess-susss!" he groaned, working his torso in a circular motion now at her face. "Oh, Jess-susss ... I never n-never felt a-anything I-like it be-forrrrr...
Then, without any real warning, the boy began unloading. At first, June thought it was her imagination, for the taste of sperm from Rod was still fresh in her mouth. But, yes, it was actually true! The boy was quietly firing his load into her mouth. A sneaky little bastard, he was....
"AHHHHHHH!" he wailed, and that was the first verbal evidence of his coming. Yes, there it came, blasting its way into her mouth that slurped noisily, narrowing the walls to provide maximum contact and drink in every drop. Ummm, she thought, this had tastes even sweeter than the first! Was that possible? Did the loads get yummier and yummier all the time, or was it simply her imagination? God, it was like pure spring water, but thicker-the nectar of young male balls was soooo delicious!
Greedily, she gulped down his ball-spend, massaging the final drops from his mammoth flesh-straw, just as she had with Rod. Then Bill lay spent on the floor, spent and gasping, his hard-on gradually dwindling away to nothing, just like Rod's. June felt a new exhilaration. She had conquered two males; she had never thought of it that way, but she knew she had met and defeated two gouging hard-ons. There they were-limp and sexed-out before her.
Two down, she thought, and two to go!
It was crazy thinking, she knew, but she did not care. She had reached the point where she was indulging herself in sexual hallucination. Her reasoning, from the steady orgasm-like stimulation, had her thinking and behaving as never before. Yes, this most bizarre of behavior had to result in equally bizarre thinking. She did not censor herself; she merely let it flow freely, letting her thoughts meander where they might. In fact, secretly, she wished she could coax the two sexually shot-down young men over within groping distance, so that she could have one pair of balls in each hand when the men fucking her asshole and cunt finally went off themselves.
But that was out of the question. Both of them lay twitching, lost in their own recapitulations of what had just transpired.
Now June dedicated herself to experiencing the maximum pleasure possible from the thrusting male organs that plugged her ass and cunt. She bore down hard on Dick, who had truly displayed marathon ability.
"Come!" she screamed, for in truth she was getting a trifle sore. "Come you motherfucker! Shoot your jizz up in my cunt! I've drunk down two hot loads while you've been plugging away at my cunt! Come! Do you hear me? I said, come!"
June now reveled in her hallucination. Her words sounded strange to her own ears, but she found herself muttering obscenities she did not remember even hearing ever before. She bent down and gulped greedily all over young Dick's face as he spasmed, still managing to feed steady pumps of dick into her clenching cunt She stuck her tongue in his mouth; she bit his lip hard. With one hand she reached back and grasped big George's cock at the base and squeezed.
"Goddamit, George! How tight do you want it? Huh? My asshole's as tight as anything you'll ever fuck! So come, baby! Come! I want you both to come together, do you hear?"
They both muttered that they heard.
Bending far back, still riding Dick's bone-hard prong, June reached as far as possible and managed to stick her index finger up George's asshole. His response was instant Apparently, he needed the additional stimulus of anal teasing-so jaded was he-for now he plowed into her asshole with renewed vigor. Next she managed to get her other hand beneath Dick's pumping ass and stick a middle finger into his asshole, too.
He, too, stepped up his tempo and June screamed: "I wanna feel two streams of hot come at once! When I yell fire, I wanna feel those balls jolting and that hot sperm pumping into both of my holes!"
They both grunted that they understood and she could tell they were willing to comply when ordered. But could they? God, she hoped so. She couldn't stand much more of this all-out fucking of her cunt and asshole at the same time. The heads of the cocks were colliding with a fury, as if at war within the inferno of her womb. She felt triumphant, exhilarated, for she knew that few females had ever known (or would ever know) the sensations she had experienced this day. Mind-blowing was an understatement!
One finger of each hand in each of their assholes, June spurred them on to furious heights. She was grinding the entire lower half of her body with everything she could muster and, gradually, the three of them worked out a simple yet complex rhythm whereby the pricks within her were gnashing and discovering new and untouched erogenous zones within her. She even visualized the word erogenous, though she wasn't certain it applied.
Her fingers drove harder into the rectums of the men who plugged her holes. The gasps and grunts rose in volume, crazily, hysterical and unrestrained. June felt the seismic thunder approaching. The first wave was cresting, spreading throughout her cunt and rectum, running electrically and awesomely up and down her spine.
She threw her head back, nearly blacking out
"AHHHHH ... OHHHHH! COME, YOU BASTARDS! I'M ALMOST THEREEEEE!"
By now, young Dick could only squeak his response. "Me, tooo!" he managed. "I'm coming toooo!"
At this point, big George's flesh log rammed her rear hole so hard he was nearly forcing Dick's probing rod as it raced for the finish out of its fiery, oozing nest. It required incredible control on June's part just to keep poor Dick from getting shot out of the box!
And then, at last, big George announced his impending climax. "Oh, yeah," he said, repeating it over and over again. "Oh, yeah ... Oh, yeah ... Oh, yeah. Gonna let it fly now! Christ, that tight little ass ... that tight little ass ... Oh, yeah ... that tight little ass. I'm lettin' it fly ... lettin' it fly!!! Oh shit ... THEERRRRREE!"
The ooze from George's big dong was running down June's legs. It was heavenly. Both men were sweating profusely and there was the taste of come in her mouth and man-and-woman sex-juice all over her ass and the insides of her legs and it was like nothing mortals could know about....
Both men were firing their loads. June could feel the big male flesh spouts geysering, jolting. Spasming all over, she threw her head far back against her back and wailed at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE ... AH-UH-OH-AAAAAAHHHHOOOOOO!"
And then it was over. She fell forward onto her side, leaving both pricks sticking into nothing. She could not think about trying to ease them back to this earth gradually, for she had lost consciousness. Her head hit the mattress, but she was only vaguely aware of the contact.