Chapter 4
With Richard gone, Willie the Weasel became the leader of the Daredevils. He was very restless, and he whipped the gang into immediate action. He started to terrorize the neighborhood, beating up everyone who got in his way.
Once he stalked into a restaurant, and when the proprietor didn't serve him immediately, he took a chair and broke it over the man's head.
He smashed all the windows in the place, and he beat up a couple of the waitresses. Two men who tried to stop him got cut on their hands and wrists.
"I'm not playing with you folks," said the Weasel. "From now on, when I go somewhere, I expect instant service. If anyone hassles me, I'll kill them. Dig??? "
The whole outlook of the gang changed after Richard left for his vacation. Up until then, they had tried to placate the people who lived in the neighborhood. They went out of their way to make friends with everyone. They tried to show that they were good, decent boys. But the Weasel changed this whole policy.
He got the gang together and he explained the way things would be run while Richard was gone.
"We're not a bunch of sissies," he said. "If someone gets in our way, then we're going to step on them. If someone hassles us, then we kick ass. This is an action gang, and we're going to have plenty of action. You guys agree with me?"
"Sure we agree," said the Philadelphia Kid. "I was getting pretty tired of sitting around doing nothing, with my hands in my pants. I want to see some blood."
"Me too," nodded Robert the Whale. "That's what I want. We got to get us some more girls up here. We've got to do a little more fucking."
"Don't worry," replied the Weasel. "It's going to get so hot around this neighborhood that there won't be any way to cool things down."
The very next afternoon, Willie and Robert were on their bikes, riding through the neighborhood. They spotted this young, brown-eyed girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She had long, silky black hair and she was wearing a tight mini-skirt that hugged the soft curves of her luxurious body.
"Get a load of that," said Robert the Whale. "That's some chick."
"Sure is," said the Weasel. "Why don't we stop and talk to her. Let's find out what her name is."
"Right on," smiled Robert.
The two gang members turned their bikes around and they drove up to where the girl was sitting. The parked their cycles near the curb, and they approached her. The girl looked up, watching as they walked over to her. She felt a little afraid and she wanted to run away. She had heard what had been going on in the neighborhood. Several girls had been raped in the past few days. It was commonly accepted that it was the Daredevils who were behind those rapes.
The girl in the mini-skirt, with the long black hair, got up and was about to walk away when Willie called to her.
"Hey," he said.
"Are you talking to me?" asked the girl.
"I sure am," said Willie. "I like the way you look. You've got a first class body. How come I've never seen you before today?"
"We just moved here," said the girl. "We come from Atlanta. My father works for an engineering company. He goes wherever they send him. In the past couple of years we've moved to five different places. All this moving gets me down."
"You're a real pretty chick," said Willie. "I really mean it. I saw you down the block, and I liked you immediately. Why don't you tell me what your name is?"
"My name is Lorraine," replied the girl. "My friends call me Lorry."
"Can I be your friend?" asked Willie the Weasel, as he snuggled up to her. He was a very forward person, and he never minced words. When he wanted something he went right after it.
"Hey, do you mind if I hold your hand?" he asked. "You've got a real pretty hand. I'll bet you can do a lot of things with your hand. I'll bet that you can give a real mean hand-job."
Lorraine blanched. She had never been spoken to in this manner. In a way, she felt sickened by it. But at the same time, it exhilarated her. She couldn't understand why she was turned on by this motorcycle freak. She couldn't understand why she felt her body trembling all over. Her clitoris started to ache violently. Her vagina became moist, and then extremely wet. She could feel her breasts jiggle deliciously.
"You look funny," said Willie. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine," replied the girl. "It's very hot out here. I hate the New York heat."
"So does everyone," laughed the Weasel. "New York is a giant asshole. Everyone who lives inside of it hates the way it stinks, but no one is willing to clean it up."
"That's the most disgusting thing that I've ever heard," said Lorraine. "No one has ever spoken to me like that."
"That's too bad," said the Weasel. "If I've offended you, then let me extend my apologies. I didn't mean to do so."
"Well, you're forgiven," whispered Lorraine.
Willie took her hand and he started to rub it in a very soft and delicate manner. Even though he was tough, he knew how to be tender. He knew all the romantic tricks that you have to use if you want to seduce a young girl. He started to tickle her palm, and he blew into her ear.
"Hey, stop that," said the girl, laughing. "It's getting me very excited."
"Do you feel horny?" asked Willie. "You can tell me the truth. I hear that all young girls get horny, unless they get fucked twice a day."
Lorraine blushed. "You shouldn't talk to me that way."
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Why the hell shouldn't I talk to you like that? Are you friends?"
Loraine just stared at her.
"I talk to all my friends the same way. I don't like to mince words. When I have something on my mind, I spit it out."
"Well, maybe I'm just a prude," said Lorraine. "My parents taught me never to use foul language."
"Fuck your parents, baby," said Willie. "I don't give a shit about what your parents taught you or didn't teach you. They're probably a bunch of uptight squares. The slightest excitement would have them crawling up the walls."
Lorraine started to laugh. "You're right," she said with a broad grin on her face. "My parents are really square. They don't understand a thing. If I come home from a date after twelve o'clock, they cut off my allowance for a week. Sometimes I just hate them. They still think that I'm just a little girl. They don't realize that I'm sixteen, and that I'm a woman. In another couple of years, if I can save up the money, I'm going to move out and get an apartment of my own, where I can do as I please."
"You bet, honey," said Willie. He bent over and he kissed her on the mouth. Lorraine had never been kissed like that in her entire life. She opened up her lips, and she could feel his long, lascivious tongue slide inside. He rubbed it against the upper ridges of her hard palate, applying an exhilarating friction to the inside of her mouth.
"Did you like that?" asked Willie.
"It was nice," replied Lorraine. "I've never been kissed like that before. I guess that the boys that I dated just didn't know any better. They would always fumble around, and they were so damn nervous when they made out with me. It was always a terrible experience for me."
"That's because you've been fooling around with boys," said Willie. "What you need is a man to teach you all about life. What you need is someone like me."
"Do you think that you can teach me?" asked the girl.
"You bet," replied Willie. "I know how to make a woman feel like a woman. If I fucked you, you would remember it forever. I really know how to move my cock around."
Lorraine blanched at the sound of those words. She had never been spoken to in such a blunt manner. She began to tremble all over. She was shaking and shivering passionately. She could feel her cunt get wet and soggy. Her nipples peaked, growing as hard as California cherries.
"Have you ever had sex with anyone before?" asked Willie in a curious tone of voice.
"What do you mean by that?" said the girl. "You know what I mean," replied Willie.
"No, I don't," said the girl.
"All right then," said Willie. "Do you want me to draw a picture of you? Tell me, have you ever been fucked?"
"No," said the girl. "Technically, I'm still a virgin."
"What the hell does that mean?" asked Willie.
"Oh, it's very easy to understand," said the girl. "I've never let anyone penetrate my vagina, but I have had sex on many occasions."
"Tell me all about it," laughed Willie. "I enjoy listening to stories."
"I hope that I don't bore you," said the girl. "It happened once, when I lived in a trailer camp in Winston, North Carolina. There was a boy who lived next door to us. He was tall, and very beautiful. I sort of loved him. I was fifteen at the time, and I think that he was seventeen or eighteen. He used to go around in jeans and a work shirt, and when he looked at me, it gave me goose bumps."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"Well, the two of us got very close after awhile," said Lorraine. "We were going steady for several weeks, and we used to pet and make out all the time."
"I'll bet that he wanted to fuck you," said Willie.
"He sure did," said Lorraine. "Whenever the two of us were alone, he would always reach down, underneath my dress."
"Oh, yen."
"Yen!"
"Tell me more."
"He'd move it around inside of me until I was screaming like a bitch in heat."
"Did he want to fuck you?" asked Willie.
"Did he!" she responded. "He wanted to fuck me. He used to open up his zipper and make me look at his penis. He used to beg me to let him put it into my honey pot. But I was adamant. I told him that it was not allowed. I told him that I was a virgin and that I wanted to remain a virgin."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"Well, one Saturday night, when we were coming home from the movies, he made his pitch again." Lorraine paused for a second, lost in her own thoughts.
"He started to beg me like a little child to let him have what he wanted," said Lorraine, continuing. "He almost started to cry in front of me."
" 'Please,' he said. 'Please let me fuck you.' "
"At first I refused him. But he became more and more insistent. Finally I had no choice. He took me home to the trailer where he lived with his parents. On that night, his parents were gone, so the two of us were all alone. He gave me some liquor to drink. My head was swimming around in circles. I just didn't have any will power."
"So what happened?" asked Willie.
"He started to undress me," replied Lorraine. "First he unbuttoned my blouse, nervously rubbing my breasts with his palms. Then he reached underneath, and he unhooked my brassiere. He was dribbling from his mouth, and he was very, very apprehensive. He started to kiss me on the mouth and on the face, nuzzling his head in my cleavage."
"Did you try to stop him?" asked Willie.
"Well, I tried," replied Lorraine. "But it didn't have any effect. He knew what he wanted and he was out after it. Besides, I liked it very much when he kissed and licked my breasts and my nipples. It thrilled me to the marrow. I went out of my head with excitement. My vagina was wet as a pond, and my clitoris was throbbing madly."
"So what happened between the two of you?" asked Willie. "Did he fuck you or not?"
"Well, he actually didn't fuck me," explained Lorraine. "But he got very close."
"I don't understand," said Willie.
"It's very simple," replied Lorraine. "After he took off my brassiere, he undid the back of my skirt, and he pulled down my panties, so that I was completely naked. He made me spread my legs wide apart, so that he could get a good look at my cunt. He stared at it with love in his eyes. He bent over, between my legs, and he started to suck on my pussy. He licked it and he bit it and he chewed on it with his lips and his teeth."
"I see," said Willie. "What did he do afterwards? Did he fuck you?"
"No," replied Loraine. "But he sure tried. He pulled down his pants, and he exposed himself in front of me. He made me look at his cock. It was great, and it drove me up the wall. I touched it and I rubbed it up, and I even bent over and kissed it with my lips."
"Sounds great," said Willie. "Listening to you tell me this story makes me real horny."
"I'm sorry," said Lorraine. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," laughed Willie. "I don't want you to stop. Please go on with it."
"All right," said the girl. "After he exposed his cock to me, I went really wild. I could barely control myself. I would have let him do anything. But suddenly, I felt very guilty. He was about to drive it into my cunt, when I rolled away from him."
"He must have been real mad," said Willie.
"He sure was," replied the girl. "He was mad as hell. He wanted to know why he couldn't fuck me. I told him that it wouldn't be right. I told him that I would feel guilty if I let him into my hole. Finally we reached a compromise. I let his fuck me in the ass. It's almost the same thing, I suppose. I turned over on my stomach, and he ripped his cock into my ass and he kept driving it into me until he creamed. I enjoyed the experience very much. It was absolutely great. Afterward, he would fuck me in the ass all the time. He used to put his finger into my cunt, while he jammed his cock into my asshole. He said that I had a real tight little asshole. He said that I had the tightest asshole that he ever fucked."
"So you're still a virgin," said Willie.
'Technically speaking," replied Lorraine. "I'm getting pretty tired of it. I would like to lose my virginity."
"Baby, you've come to the right place," said Willie. "I think that I can show you a real good time. Would you like me to show you what it is to be a woman?"
"I don't know," said Lorraine. "I'm still a little bit scared."
"Oh, there's nothing to be scared of," said Willie. "Why don't you get onto the back of my bike and I'll give you a nice ride to the club headquarters. We can break out some beer and we can really have a good party."
Lorraine hesitated for awhile. She really didn't know whether or not she would be safe with these cycle freaks. She almost refused Willie's offer, but she was feeling very, very lonely. She had just moved into the neighborhood, and she didn't have any close friends. She liked Willie, and his friend Robert, even if they did look different. They weren't rough and wild, the way she had heard. They seemed like very likable people.
"Well?? ? " asked Willie, repeating himself. "Would you like to come with us to our clubhouse? We can have a nice party. I'll show you how to fuck. Wouldn't you like to learn?"
"All right," said Lorraine, finally. She took
Willie's hand and followed him to the curb, where his bike was parked.
She got on behind him and put her arms around his waist. She held on to him very tightly, pressing her young, nubile bosom to his back. They rode around for awhile, finally arriving at the club headquarters after half an hour. Willie led her up the stairs to where some of the other guys were sitting around, smoking cigarettes.
"Look what I got, fellas," said Willie to the others. "This broad is going to fuck for us."
Lorraine felt frightened. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. "I don't want to fuck all of these guys."
The door was closed, and locked.
Willie looked up at her. "I'm afraid that you haven't got much of a choice," he said. "You came of your own free will, and before you leave, you're going to have to make all of us happy."
Lorraine looked into Willie's eyes. She noticed that he had changed. He looked mean and devilish. She could hardly recognize him anymore. There was pure hatred emanating from his face. It was an evil glow that came from his dark eyelids.
"Wait a second," she said. "You know that I didn't have this in mind when I came with you. I figured that it was going to be just the two of us."
"Sorry baby," said Willie. "Whatever is mine, I share with the other guys in the gang.
No one holds out in this club."
"You even share your woman?" asked Lorraine.
"Why not?" asked Willie. "Why shouldn't I share the woman. I don't mind. What's so special about a woman? They're a dime a dozen on any street corner.
Lorraine started to cry, tears flowing down her cheeks. She was afraid. She was shaking like a leaf.
"What are you crying about, bitch?" asked Willie.
"I want to go home," replied Lorraine. "Please let me get out of here. I didn't do anything to any of you. Why are you holding me as a hostage, locked up in here? It isn't fair."
"Not everything in life is fair," said Willie the Weasel. "Life is very unfair. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, while other people end up eating garbage. Life is like that. We have to accept what we get."
"But I don't want to be gang-raped by you guys," said Lorraine. "I don't think that I could take it. If you guys raped me, I think I would go crazy. I think I would commit suicide."
"That's your problem," replied Willie. "Just as long as we get our kicks, I don't care what happens to you."
"You're a cruel bastard," said Lorraine.
"I sure am," laughed Willie the Weasel. "I happen to be proud of that. I cut a man's heart out once, because I was just plain curious."
"Are you going to cut my heart out?" asked Lorraine.
"I don't think so," replied Willie. "You just be a good girl and take your clothes off. My cock feels very hungry, if you know what I mean. I haven't been laid in a long time. I can't wait till I get into your sweet, juicy pussy. I'll bet that you're creaming right in your panties."
Lorraine tried to run away, but two gang members caught her, and brought her back. She struggled in their arms, trying to break away, but they were much too strong for her. There was no way out. She was trapped, like a rat in a maze.
"Oh please," she cried. "Please let me go."
Willie pulled off the belt from his pants. He started to whip Lorraine with it.
"Shut up bitch," he said. "There's no way out of here. Before you go, you're going to make us happy. If you keep whining, then I'm going to cut your tongue out. Would you like me to do that to you?"
Lorraine was silent. Robert the Whale walked up to her and ripped off her mini-skirt. Then he unbuckled her brassiere, uncovering her shivering young breasts. He grabbed them in his hands and started to rub them up very smoothly.
'That's a good girl," said Robert, kissing her on the mouth. "I know that you enjoy it. All women enjoy getting fucked; Isn't that a fact?"
"Please leave me alone-" pleaded Lorraine. "Don't do this to me. Don't rape me."
The more she begged, the more excited everyone became. Willie loved to see young girls begging and pleading. He liked to see them crawling around on their knees, in front of him, pleading for mercy. He stared at Lorraine's sweet, tender young breasts. They were the most tempting sight that he had encountered in a very long time. They made him jump for joy. He wanted to bite them and suck them and chew on them, just like a little child.
"Take her panties off," said Willie.
The Philadelphia Kid rushed out and grabbed hold of the girl's panties. He rolled them off of her and held them in his hands.
"Hey, let me smell them," said Robert the Whale. "I love to smell a girl's panties."
Robert picked up the undergarments and pressed them to his nose and he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the glorious female scent. He had never experienced such complete joy. He had never inhaled such a delightful perfume. He started to lick the crotch of her panties with his tongue. He lapped up the sweet juices, jumping up and down, like an overgrown baby.
"Wow!! ! " he said. "This bitch has the best smelling pussy in the whole world. It's delicious."
He passed her panties around, and the other gang members sniffed at them. They all jumped around like little children, singing and shaking their bodies.
Lorraine watched them with fear in her eyes. She was completely naked. The black pubic hair that flared up from between her legs glistened and glimmered with sweat. Her buttocks jiggled, and her breasts shook and heaved.
"Tell me something," said Willie. "You've never been fucked. Hasn't anything unusual ever happened to you?"
"Why do you want to know?" she replied.
"Never mind why I want to know," said Willie. "You just answer my question or you'll be sorry."
"No, nothing ever happened to me," she replied.
"Is that the truth? asked Willie. "Your face turned red when I asked you. Are you sure?"
"Not that I can remember," said Lorraine, her voice trembling.
"Is that the truth?" asked Willie, his voice loud and menacing.
Lorraine was afraid of these boys. They all looked so terribly mean. She was afraid they would beat her if she didn't tell them the truth.
"Well," repeated Willie. "Did your parents ever do anything unusual."
"No, I swear it," she said. "You're lying, I can tell it in your face. Tell us now!" screamed Willie.
The girl was terrified. "Well only once something did happen."
"What was that? "asked Willie, eyes afire.
"My father beat me once for . . . . "
"For what, tell us or I'll bash your head in," screamed Willie.
"My father caught me with my brother in the back yard," she cried.
"Tell us what happened," said Willie.
"When I was about fifteen I sneaked out to the back yard to smoke a cigarette. I wasn't allowed to smoke and if my father ever caught me I knew he would beat the daylights out of me. I hid behind the garage in the back and lit a cigarette." She hesitated.
"Go on, keep going," ordered Willie.
"I was alone," she continued. "There were no houses behind ours. I knew no one could see me so I lifted up my skirt and started to massage my cunt. Just for the heck of it, I had never done it before outside like that. I liked to feel the cool air on my cunt. After I had finished my cigarette I lay back and kept my finger in my cunt. I think I almost feel asleep. Oh please don't make me."
"Keep going and make it snappy," replied Willie.
"I was lying there in the sun when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw my brother Jack standing there watching me. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid my brother would tell my father. I begged him to keep quiet."
"My brother was a year older than me," she continued. "I once overheard him talking with a friend of his and he told of how he had fucked some girl in his class. We hardly saw each other, and I couldn't ask him not to say anything just for a favor. He wanted to be rewarded. He told me to pull my skirt all the way up, he just wanted to see my cunt, he said."
"So you showed it to him, right?" asked Willie. "I bet he thought it was very fine."
"Yes, he bent down and looked at it and then he took out his cock and I saw it was hard, very hard, bigger than any cock I had seen in my whole life. I really hadn't seen any cock, just pictures. He told me he wanted to fuck me, he said it was fun and nothing would happen and no one would ever find out because he would never tell. I begged him not to but he threatened to tell my father that I was smoking and playing with myself if I didn't do what he said."
"So you let him fuck you, right. You damn whore," said Willie. He only wanted to mock her, not really feeling any disgust for her. In fact, he was almost drooling at her story. "Go on, finish the story."
"That's just about it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and he fucked me. I didn't like it at first but after a few minutes I didn't mind at all. I felt a completely new feeling rushing into my body and I started to breathe very heavy and loud. He came and his cock started to shrivel but I wanted him to keep going. I didn't understand he had finished. Just as he tried to pull out and I was begging him not to stop my father came out to look for him and found us."
She was almost in tears recalling the horrible incident. But the gang had no thoughts to let her off just yet.
"What happened then? Did he fuck you too?" asked Willie, laughing.
"No, he beat me and called me every name he could think of and kept me in the house for months. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to die."
"Just what I thought," said Willie. "I knew you were a bitch."
"You bastard," she answered. "I hate you for making me tell that. I never told anybody about that before. You animals."
Willie was laughing at the terrified girl. "You bitch, we'll fix you."
Four of the gang members grabbed Lorraine and dragged her to the center of the room. Each took hold of a leg or arm and picked her up off the ground, limbs extended. She screamed. "No, please let me alone, please."
"We're going to fix your ass. Make believe you're with your brother," Willie said.
The girl was held above the ground by the four gang members, her face pointing downward, completely unable to move on her own. Her fleshy white ass shook as they rocked her slowly, and her ample breasts shook under her.
"What an ass," yelled Willie.
"Yeah," said the Whale, "I what to lick it out right now."
"No, not yet," snapped Willie. "I've got something else in mind."
Willie took off his clothes and stood before the nude girl, his stiff cock throbbing with anticipation. His head was swollen with red heat and a small drop of lubrication gleamed at the tip.
"All right," he said, "I want a good blow job, you hear?"
The girl shook her head. "Please, let me go."
"It looks like you don't have much choice," said Willie, standing closer to her and letting his cock almost touch her face. "Now, boys, bring her down."
The four helpers picked the girl up higher, suspended her over Willie's cock, and then brought her down right on it.
"Open your mouth," yelled Willie. "Open it right now. Don't give us a hard time or we'll shave your ass."
"Please," she cried. "Don't do it."
"Open up, bitch," said Willie, taking his cock in hand and pointing it up so that her mouth was directly over it.
The boys raised Lorraine again and brought her down onto Willie's cock. This time they saw her mouth slide over his erect rod and cover it completely. Then they let her down slowly, watching her mouth slowly bury Willie's cock. They slid her down until her face swam in Willie's black bush.
"Oh yeah," said Willie. "That's just fine."
They raised her until her mouth only covered Willie's head, his staff glistening with her saliva. Then down again they went, almost ramming the cock down her throat. Up and down they continued, each time pulling her up to Willie's bulging head and then letting her down all the way to the root, Willie's cock bulging and glistening each time it was exposed before another plunge.
Willie felt the come rise quickly into his staff. Each time he felt Lorraine's lips against his coarse bush he pumped in a little harder, completely burying his cock in her warmth.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I feel it coming. Girl, I'm about to shoot the biggest load you ever swallowed. Right down into your throat."
The girl tried to say something, but her mouth was full of his cock and only a pleading moan came out.
Willie felt the come rise to the tip of his cock and swell his head in one final minute of tension. Lorraine went up to the tip, her mouth now dribbling with saliva.
"Here it comes," said Willie, ramming his hips upward to meet her down-coming mouth. His cock shot up into her mouth into her throat, burying it in warm wetness as he shot his gism in quick hot spurts. Lorraine gasped when she felt the juice shooting into her mouth and striking the sides, dripping down into her stomach.
They let her down and she spit on the floor, enraged. She could hardly catch her breath. She spit and then gasped, then spit and gasped, looking up at Willie and the others with hatred in her eyes.
"You bastards, you stink. You're nothing but trash, did you hear? Trash."
"You bitches never learn," said Willie. "You deserve more than that."
"Leave me alone," screamed the girl. "Haven't you done enough to me?"
"Not nearly enough," replied Willie. "All women should be taught to shut their mouths. Women are holes, and the only good thing they can do is fuck. Besides that, they have no other purpose. The thing that's wrong with the world today is that women think they're just as good as men. Women try to castrate men. They enjoy cutting off a man's balls. You can't trust any of them."
"You're crazy," said Lorraine. "You're obviously demented. You should go to a hospital. You should get treated."
"Don't make fun of me," shouted Willie, glowing with anger. "If you don't watch it, you'll really get something to remember."
"Fuck you," screamed Lorraine, realizing she had nothing to lose.
"You better be quite," warned the Weasel. "I'm not fooling with you. You want to get your pussy shaved?"
"Ha," laughed Lorraine, not able to feel any fear any longer. She felt numb all over. "You're just a lot of wind. The only way you can enjoy sex is when it's forced. You're an idiot. You didn't have to beat me. I would have given myself to you voluntarily. If you had been nice, I might even have submitted to the rest of the gang."
"I'll bet," said Willie. "I don't care what you say. You deserve everything you get. Every woman does. It will do them all good to be taught a lesson."
"You belong in a mental asylum," laughed Lorraine. "I feel sorry for you. I really do. You happen to be helpless, a pathetic creature who can only show you're a man with violence."
"Shut up," screamed Willie. "Now you're really asking for it."
"Let me teach her a lesson," said the Philadelphia kid. "I could dig fucking her myself."
They picked up Lorraine again, this time with Willie holding onto one of her legs. They raised her and pulled her limbs out so that she could not budge.
The kid took off his clothes. His cock was already hard as he looked over her soft white ass. "Spread them a bit, boys," he said.
They spread her legs apart further. The kid walked between her legs and stood behind her, looking down at her ass. Her bush was slit open by the angle of her extended legs.
"What a nice ass," he said. "And a fine bush too. Look at that clit, boys." He bent down to inspect the swollen red strip, feeling it with his fingers and then jamming it into her hole. "Nice and wet, too."
His cock was now fully erect, throbbing in front of him as he stood. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he said. "Fucking is too good for you. You deserve something else. Get the grease, boys."
Even as Lorraine watched the kid rub the jelly-like grease over his stiff rod, she said nothing. She was ready for anything at this point.
The kid returned to her ass and pushed her legs apart even further, until it looked as if she would be torn apart at the seams. Then he pointed his shining cock at her pearly ass and positioned it just at the crack. "Here goes," he said.
He pushed hard and felt his cock slide into her asshole. She winced slightly, feeling his hot member inside her. The kid stood with his cock impaled in the girl, hanging freely within her warm tight hole. He thrust in and out, feeling her insides being stretched with each new thrust. "Oh, this is good," he said. "Don't let her move."
The kid pumped hard, burying his cock at last completely within the tight confines of her ass. As he pumped he greased her hole so that by the time he felt thegism swelling in his rod he was sliding in and out as easily as he could have imagined, as if he were fucking her. He let out a yell as he felt the juice spurt warm and wet into her ass. When he pulled out his cock was covered in gism and grease.
"How about cleaning me up a bit," he said.
He went around to the front of the girl until she could see his cock, limp and filthy. "Please no," she said. "Please."
"C'mon, just a quick job," he said.
"Please stop. Just leave me alone. Haven't you done enough? What's the matter with you?"
"Forget it, Philadelphia," said Robert the Whale. "I've got something else in mind. Why don't we shave her pussy and her head."
"Yeah," said the kid, "let's shave her so she's completely naked."
"Yeah, I'm going to shave her pussy and then I'm going to fuck her until she can't stand it any longer. I'm going to show her what a real man is like."
"Get some shaving cream and some razors," he called to some of the other gang members. They ran to the bathroom and returned with the equipment.
"Hey, what are you going to do to me?" asked Lorraine, terrified at the sight of the razors.
"Are you scared?" laughed Willie the Weasel.
Lorraine broke free and started jumping all over the place, like a wild animal. Two of the gang members had to grab hold of her and restrain her. She was made to lie on the bed.
"What are you going to do?" she cried once again.
"We're going to shave your pussy," said Robert.
"Yeah," laughed Willie. "We're going to shave off those nice curly locks of yours. Don't worry, it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it. You'll have the time of your life."
"Are you going to let me go afterwards?" asked Lorraine, begging for mercy.
"Sure we're going to let you go," replied Willie. "But first we're going to gangbang you."
"Please let me go," she cried.
"Shut up," snapped Willie. "You should consider yourself lucky. We didn't beat you, did we? All we did was fuck you. Don't you like to get fucked? You did when you fucked with your brother, right?"
Before she could say another word, a gag was placed on her mouth. Two men held her down, and two others held her arms. Willie took the can of shaving cream and sprayed a liberal amount on the pubic hair that flared out from between her thighs.
"Don't worry," he said, "this isn't going to hurt you at all."
He massaged the lather into her pubic fur, and then cut down her forest. When it was all over he washed her pelvis and mound of Venus with a damp sponge.
"You look beautiful," he said. "You look just like a little girl again. like when your brother fucked you." Robert the Whale was the first to fuck her. He climbed on top of her and spread her legs apart with his thick, greasy fingers. He reached for the mouth of her cunt, prying apart her swollen cunt lips.
"Wow," he said, "she's real soft inside. She's got the softest pussy in the whole world."
By this time, after suffering with so much indignity, and after being abused and degraded to the point of indifference, Lorraine could not react at all to Robert's manipulations. She had fallen into a state of complete silence. She didn't know what was happening to her. She was dazed and helpless.
Robert the Whale rammed his long cock into her soft pussy, but she did not react to his penetration. In fact, she could hardly feel it. She lay on the bed, completely limp, as he got his rocks wet. She acted as a passive receptacle for his seed.
After Robert came, Willie went back for more. He mounted her and tried to whip her into a frenzy. But he was unsuccessful. She simply didn't react to his manipulations. He just stuck his cock into her hole and rubbed it back and forth until he came again.
"Shit," he said when it was over. "That was no fun. It was just like jerking off. What's the matter with her? Is she frigid or something? I'll bet she's as frigid as an iceberg."
One after another the gang members raped her. She lay with her legs spread apart and couldn't move. She was in such a complete daze that she didn't even know what was happening to her.
I was about nine o'clock in the evening when the gang was finished with her. They had subjected her to countless indignities. They had gang-raped her and shaved off her bush. They had mocked her for being a woman.
Willie bent down and removed the gag from her mouth. "How do you feel, bitch?"
Lorraine opened her eyes and saw all the members of the gang staring at her. Suddenly she was brought back to the world of reality. She smelled all those naked cocks and the vile odor of their reeking sweat.
"What have you done to me?" she suddenly asked. "What the hell have you bastards been doing to me?"
"We've given you a good gang-bang," replied Willie. "You didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, you must have enjoyed yourself thoroughly."
"I hate you all," she screamed, almost hysterical. "You all are sick, you are animals."
"Now is that a nice way to talk to some one after they gave you such a good time?" said Willie. "Are you going to tell your father that you were fucking again? It'll be all right this time because you didn't do it with your brother."
"Oh, you're such a bastard. Why do you keep saying that? Why did I have to tell you about that?" she moaned.