Chapter 8
In the brightly lit living room, all three of the lewd orgiasts were now completely stripped naked. Brandie was spread-eagled on the soft pile of the wall-to-wall carpet, while Mike held her arms and, with his thickly-muscled legs on either side of her head and his rigid penis waving lewdly out over her forehead, bent down with a growl of lust and began to suck voraciously on her softly quivering breasts. While behind him, Pete Haney eagerly hunched down and began to -stroke the helpless blonde's throbbing vaginal plane with his fingers, probing obscenely until he found her clitoris, and kneading the little bud until it began to quiver and stiffen, making the fast-breathing call girl writhe and moan in unwanted pleasure.
"Oooooohhh ... nooo ... please ..." she pleaded, still struggling to resist the vulgar pleasure that vibrated through her squirming body. She felt humiliated to the depths of her being to be taken so brutally by her ex-lover and the local delivery boy, but she couldn't resist the sheer, wanton thrills she was experiencing as
Mike sucked savagely on her breasts and the lusty teenager probed lewdly with his hands on her vulnerable vaginal flesh. Suddenly, too weary to resist, she cried out in utter pleasure, surrendering now totally to their onslaught. "Ooooohhhhhhh... Yyeeessssss!"
"That's the way I like to hear it, baby," her tough ex-lover snarled, "and when we're finished with you, you'll be beggin' for more. Come on, Pete, turn this classy bitch over, I want to fuck her royally for old times sake."
He rose and stepped aside while Pete bent down and gripped Brandie's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. She lay on the rug without struggling now, the only evidence of her inner turmoil the trickling warm tears escaping from her azure eyes. The older man's heavily swollen cock grew even more stiff and jerked lewdly as he gazed with lust at his old girl friend's helplessly exposed ass-cheeks. Then, waving the excited delivery boy aside, he stooped down, grabbed both of the subjugated blonde's ankles, and yanked them harshly apart, splaying her long legs wide.
"Oh, no ... please ... no," Brandie suddenly cried as she realized what Mike had in mind. It had been a long time since she'd allowed anyone to take her that way, and she cringed in fearful anticipation of her ex-lover's inevitably brutal entry.
"Hold her down, man," Mike shouted to Pete. Quickly the slender teenager knelt and pushed one hand hard against her shoulders, and the other into the small of her back, pressing her down firm against the carpeted floor. Brandie struggled again for a moment, then lay still, waiting tensely for the inevitable.
The pale dope dealer dropped to his knees between the subdued call girl's legs and ran his big hands lewdly over the tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her sleekly sculpted thighs to the already passion-drenched interior between her legs. It had been a long time since he had known the pleasure of her spectacular body, which became familiar to him once more as he explored her with his hands. He growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the deep smooth crease of her shamelessly exposed buttocks, parting them slightly so that her tiny, puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
"Looks kinda tight, Goldie," he said teasingly. "Maybe nobody's been up there since you left me. Gotta get it loosened up some, huh?"
He laughed as he slowly drew aside her soft white ass-cheeks. Instinctively, his ex-lover tensed them together, but Mike dug his fingers cruelly into the pliant flesh until she understood that any more resistance would only mean more pain. She relaxed her muscles, and the blond-haired man sucked in his breath, as the tight ring of puckered flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust his extended middle finger savagely up into the tight, rubbery opening.
"Aaaannnnnggghhhh!" Brandie screamed as his stabbing finger knifed cruelly forward up to the first knuckle, and again as he went in up to the second knuckle, "Rrrrrnnnggghh!"
Both Mike and Pete chuckled pitilessly as the drug-sodden dope dealer fucked his finger relentlessly in and out of her anus, widening it, and sending vicious shafts of pain up through the tortured blonde's cringing back passage. At the same time, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other hand, pulling the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger to expose the huge bulbous head. And then he aimed the massive stiff rod right at Brandie's painfully aching nether hole, now stretched a little from the dagger-like thrusts of his stiffened middle finger.
He withdrew his lewdly stabbing finger, finally, and spread her trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, leaning forward to drop a large glob of spittle on the tiny opening to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, placing the throbbing tip of his hard erect cock against her pulsing rectal hole. Then, propping himself on his elbows, he pressed his hips forward and bore into her, spearing his huge cock-head cruelly forward into her tight little anus.
"Nooooooo, stop! God, you're gonna split me wide open, Mike!" Brandie howled in torturous pain. But her ex-lover only laughed at her desperate cries, knowing that in a few minutes she would be loving every minute of it, like before when his cock was rammed up her like this just about every other night.
Nearby, Pete Haney looked on hungrily as Mike burrowed farther into the futilely resisting anal ring. Pete wanted to fuck her too. He'd been storing up a lot of revenge because of the way this blue-eyed bitch had treated him lately, and his adolescent cock got hotter and stiffer at the idea of plunging it into her cunt again.
"Eeeeeeiiinnnnggg!" Brandie shot out, gasping, as Mike's monstrously swollen cock finally skewered its way into the painfully stretching depths of her rectum.
"You're real tight in there, bitch," he taunted mockingly, "not like the old days when your ass-hole used to be like the Grand Canyon."
Brandie shuddered in humiliation as the pale-skinned dope dealer began to fuck slowly in and out of her. It was horrible to have him here and reminding her of the past; it was like having the worst imaginable nightmare suddenly come true. And yet, how strange it was to feel his gargantuan penis ripping into her rectum, the way it had so many years before. She cursed herself for finding it exciting, yet there was nothing to be done except go through with it. She hoped she could survive with some shred of pride still intact.
Pete, standing impatiently beside them, was jerking his hand obscenely around his blood-engorged penis, eager to join the party.
"Hey, man," he called to his older friend, "how about letting me get in on this!"
"Sure, kid," Mike grunted in reply, "c'mon. This bitch can take ten at a time if she wants to. Climb aboard!"
By the time Warren Wendt reached the front door of Brandie's house, he was so mentally fogged by the drug that his mind was no longer functioning clearly. He was operating under an irresistible compulsion, a compulsion to find out the truth about his prospective second wife and uncover the source of the damning rumors that his daughter had revealed to him only a few minutes before. Reaching the front door, he was about to ring the bell when he realized that he could accomplish his purpose better if he could observe what was going on inside without letting anyone know he was there. To this end he carefully stepped off the front steps and slipped into the bushes that surrounded the house, moving stealthily like a deer hunter. Instinctively, all of his old army training sprang into play as he edged silently through the evergreens and camelias toward the well-lighted living room windows, completely caught up in his mad endeavor, thanks to the help of the potent drug Wendy had put into his drink. He was no longer Warren Wendt, the respectable, rational advertising executive; now he was a jaguar on the prowl, possessed with insatiable curiosity, moving closer and closer to the window where he hoped to see what was happening inside.
Finally, he reached the window and, raising himself up slightly, peered through a small space where the living room curtains were pushed aside to give a clear view of the interior. What he saw made his jaw drop in utter shock and his eyes widen in disbelief. There, on the thickly carpeted floor, was his beloved Brandie, lying on her side, completely naked, crying out in uncontrolled ecstasy. And she was being fucked in the cunt by Pete Haney and in the ass-hole by a complete stranger!
The drug-fogged widower began to tremble with rage and astonishment as he watched the lean delivery boy thrusting his hotly swollen penis roughly up into the writhing blonde's visibly drenched vagina and the other man hammering his massive rod torturously into her anus from behind. She was sandwiched between them, her whitely gleaming body thrashing in wildly flaying response to the intense thrills of the double-fuck she was receiving. Her lips were parted and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she urged the two grunting and rutting males on with her hands. Nothing had prepared the dumb-struck advertising man for what he witnessed, and he crouched by the window in frozen shock, his eyes bulging, his heart beating like a jungle drum.
There was no question in his mind now that somehow or other his beautiful young daughter had stumbled onto the truth about his prospective second wife. For seeing Brandie responding so lewdly, so excitedly, to the savage assault from the two men left no doubt in his mind that she was a whore! The shocked widower felt his mind begin to smoulder with uncontrollable rage, and he had the immediate impulse to barge in through the front door and confront Brandie with what he had discovered. Yet he held back, for even in his drug-twisted state he realized that he would be putting himself in needless jeopardy by such a rash gesture, risking physical harm from the men and needless emotional turmoil with Brandie. No, he had the truth now, the truth that he had been deceived by this brazen woman, and there was no point in carrying things further. Yet he was rooted to the spot, unable even to return to his house. He could not tear his eyes from the orgy on the living-room floor, and his brain seethed with contempt as he witnessed the sultry blonde's apparently willing submission to a brutal fuck by both the local delivery boy and a brute of a man much older than either of them. Watching spellbound, Warren let his disillusioned eyes drink in the lurid sight of the debauched trio on the floor of the room There was no doubt about it, Brandie was enjoying her raucous double screwing, for her eyes were now rolling wildly, her shimmering golden tresses flying in every direction as she tossed her head in the throes of uncontrollable passion. Surprisingly, despite his violent anger, Wendy's father also began to experience another feeling brought on by the sight of Brandie's savage ecstasy, for the thick flesh of his cock stiffened involuntarily in his trousers and began to pound with lust.
Unaware that they were being observed, Mike and Pete drove mercilessly into the twin channels of the throbbingly hot body of the defenselessly abused call girl. Brandie, lost now in the fireworks of exploding passion, cried out in frenzied delight as the two wetly thrusting penises tore into her. Despite her initial anger, she had given in completely to the two powerful males, and an incredible forbidden excitement, a kind that she had almost forgotten existed, began to pervade every brutalized part of her flesh until she wriggled in total sensual delight, her nakedly gleaming body sizzling with a lewd mixture of pain and joy, mounting higher and higher into a vortex of unprecedented sensual thrills.
"Yeessssss..." she whined deliriously, "Yeeessssssss! Fuck me ... Fuck me... Fuuuuucccckkk meeeeee!"
Pete, the delivery boy, became even more savagely aroused as the voluptuous call girl began to cry out in complete ecstatic surrender. He couldn't believe how easily he and his friend, Mike, had cornered the stupid bitch. Man, Mike was the most. And to think he'd been her lover, years ago. The cocky long-haired teenager knew it wouldn't be long before he was in the big time. With older, wiser Mike as his teacher, there wasn't anything he couldn't or wouldn't do. Pulsing with raw animal strength, the lusty, drugged teenager drove into her with hard frenzied strokes, while Mike thrust up with cruelly knifing force into the shuddering depths of his ex-girlfriend's anus. They had developed a natural rhythm now, and Brandie was groaning maniacally between them as they ground into her like two angry bulls.
On his side, behind her, Mike grunted and moaned as he fucked his massively rigid cock into her tightly clenching anus, reveling in the familiar feeling of Brandie's silken rectum pressed tight around his own hard, muscular flesh. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he fucked into her with more and more merciless strokes.
Between the two men, the golden-haired siren was consumed with a raging hurricane of almost masochistic delight that swirled from the depths of her heatedly stretched loins. Her hips moved eagerly backward to meet the savage thrusting of her ex-lover's pulsating cock and forward again to swallow the whole of the arrogant teenager's roughly plunging penis. She undulated wildly between the two sweating male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving, her mind bubbling with a kind of sensual delight she had not experienced in years.
"Uuuuuuhhhh ggooodddddd!" she wailed from the depths of her being, "Aaaaabbbbbmrrrrggghhhh!"
Still hidden outside at the window, Warren was paralyzed by the obscene orgy he witnessed. His mind was whirling with rage and disgust, while his body, in a seeming contradiction of reflexes, grew hot with desire and lewd excitement. His genitals throbbed insistently and his penis had grown to monstrous size and now thundered in his pants, ready to explode. The handsome widower crouched in his hiding place like a madman, trasfixed by the sight of Brandie as she began sobbing excitedly in what was apparently the first throes of orgasm.
Inside the room, the obscene orgy neared the point of galvanic release as the passion-consumed call girl began to cry out like a wounded animal.
"I'm cummmiinnnggg! Cumm .. cum ..., cummminggggg!"
Her frantically writhing body was brimming with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm flashed like heat lightning through her wetly exploding cuntal interior and burning pleasure and pain sparkled and rocketed up her spine like a million volts of electricity.
Mike and his teenaged pal both sensed her overpowering excitement, and it charged them both with renewed strength. Their two hotly swollen cocks became charged with savage male power as they fucked her brutally from both sides, searing the twin canals of her loins like raiding savages, sharing their total subjugation of the tempestuous blonde plundered repeatedly between their naked male bodies.
"Uuuuuuunnnnggghhh ... ah ... ah ... ahh!" Pete groaned as his sperm-heavy testicles suddenly tightened and then erupted with cum. Wave after wave of white-hot sperm squirted out of the parted glans of his thrusting cock into Brandie's wildly trembling cunt, and he emptied himself with deep guttural moans, filling the writhing call girl with his hot liquid manhood.
Behind them, Mike felt his own release not far off, and he began to knife his turgidly hard penis into her anus like a high-speed drill, tearing cruelly up between Brandie's ass-cheeks, until finally, with a deep animal growl, he reached his moment of climax and shot forth a thick hot rivulet of cum from his hard-pounding penis deep into the dark moist interior of his former mistress's heaving ass.
Still watching from the outside, Warren Wendt was almost ready to cum in his pants as he saw the others reach their orgasms. Yet he would not allow this to happen, and he held off tensely, unable to permit himself to release his cum, still too enraged by what he witnessed. Yet his muscular body trembled from head to foot with passion, mixed with a vicious anger that threatened to overpower him completely at any moment. He continued to watch as, one by one, each of the debauchee's completed their obscene release and finally lay sprawled on the floor, exhausted from their unbridled sensuality. Taking one last lingering look at the ravishing form of Brandie Harper as she lay on the thick rug, her voluptuously full breasts still heaving with passion, her eyes closed in the lingering afterglow of sex, he found himself for a moment feeling strangely sympathetic toward her, almost wanting her again. Yet in the next second the reality of what he had just witnessed once more took hold of his mind, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the sex-driven call girl smiling like a satisfied cat.
"You lying bitch," he murmured under his breath, "You goddamn lying bitch."
Turning away from the window, he weaved through the bushes and, his mind still numbed by the powerful drug he'd drunk, he stumbled hazily back towards his own house.