Chapter 7
"Excuse me, Mrs. Phillips? Mrs. Phillips, are you in there? Could we talk to you a moment, please?"
At the sound of the voice Sharon started and looked at the canvas door of her tent. Two silhouettes were visible behind it, and from the sound of the speaker she guessed they were probably two teenage residents of the camp. Sharon moaned softly and looked at her watch. It was now 8:15 in the evening, and she was due to rendezvous with Bill in his tent in a quarter of an hour. She didn't want to be late. They hadn't had sex together since their first encounter the day before, and she had been horny all day thinking about what they would do tonight. Why do they have to talk to me now, she thought peevishly. Sharon sighed again, then stood up and slipped into her bathrobe; she didn't want the boys, whoever they were, just to see her in her panties and brassiere. Then she unbuttoned the canvas "door" and looked outside.
"Yes," she said hesitantly. She squinted her eyes and tried to peer into their faces. "What do you want to talk to me about."
"Well, it's kind of personal," one of the boys said. Sharon still couldn't see him in the dark, and it almost felt as if she was being spoken to by a pair of ghosts. "Do you mind if we came inside?"
"Why can't you tell me what it is right here?"
"Well, it's personal, like I said," the same boy replied, sounding a little uncomfortable. "It won't take too long."
"Well ... " Sharon said. She glanced at her watch again and looked irritably at the two boys. Even as she spoke to them she could feel the pouting lips of her moist pussy dampening with arousal as she thought of Bill Mitchell; she had been waiting to go to bed with him all day, and she didn't want to be late now. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, whatever it is?" she said softly. "I was free most of the day."
"We didn't know about it until just now," the boy said. "Look, it's really important. Can't we come inside, just for a little while."
"Well ... " Sharon deliberated. She thought of Bill Mitchell's naked body, and then she looked back at the boys. Then she sighed heavily and stepped aside so they could enter her tent. "Whatever it is, please do me a favor and make it fast. I've had an exhausting day and I want to get to sleep as soon as possible."
"Oh, we'll make it fast, Mrs. Phillips. Don't worry," the boy said. He grinned charismatically, and then he and his silent companion entered the tent.
In the light Sharon recognized them immediately. Her forehead knitted with concern, and she quickly fastened the snaps of the canvas door to insure complete privacy. Then she turned back to them. Steve and Mark had been inseparable with her daughter all summer. She could not count the times she had watched the three of them walking off into the woods together, just as she could not count the times she had wondered what exactly they did together. Now her first thought was for Julie's welfare; if Steve and Mark had come to see her, it probably had something to do with her daughter.
"You two," Sharon began hesitantly. "You two are the boys who've been ... spending so much time with Julie. Isn't that right, Steve and Mark?"
"That's my name," Steve said. He grinned broadly and glanced at Mark, as if the two of them shared some sort of private joke. He was a very handsome young man, Sharon thought appraisingly, but there was something disturbing about his appearance; the light in his eyes, the shape of his smile, his subtle leering expression made him look prematurely sadistic, like a sixteen year old Marquis de Sade. Sharon glanced at his lean, athletic body, and for the first time she noticed that Steve was holding, very carefully, a large manila folder in his right hand.
"What's this about?" Sharon said. She sat gingerly on the cot and stared intently at the two teenagers' smiling faces. "Is this about Julie? Is there something ... what did you want to talk to me about?"
"It's not about Julie," Steve said slowly. He looked at Mark, and again they exchanged knowing smiles. Mark covered his mouth with his hand, and Sharon sensed that the boy was laughing at her.
"Well what is it about then?" Sharon said impatiently. She glared at them with her coldest, most imperious expression, but at the same time she felt herself fidgeting nervously on the cot; their behavior was disturbing her, making her afraid of the unknown. "I swear, if this is your idea of some kind of a joke I'll see that the both of you are sent to Bill Mitchell's tent first thing in the morning. There's a time and a place for you boys to talk to counselors, but this is my free time and this certainly ... "
"It isn't a joke," Steve said suddenly. For a moment he looked at Sharon seriously. Then he smiled again, and this time his grin was obviously sadistic. "We have some pictures to show you, that's all. Very interesting pictures, and very important, too."
"What?" Sharon began. She looked back and forth between the two boys in stupefaction, dumbfounded by their blatant insolence towards a counselor. Then, just as she was about to phrase her anger into words, Steve stepped forward.
"Some pictures," he repeated. He hefted the envelope lightly in his hand and grinned at Sharon malevolently. Then he handed it to her, and then stepped back quickly, as if he were retreating from the lit fuse of a bomb.
Sharon held the folder in her hand and stared at the cover. Steve and Mark's behavior was inexcusably insolent, and she reminded herself that, regardless of the folder's contents, she would have to make sure that Bill reprimanded them the following morning. Then she opened it and looked at the first picture. Immediately she felt as if she would be sick. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened enormously; she felt her stomach turn over several times, and then a cold shudder of fear ran up her spine and did not go away, simply stayed there and knotted and made her tremble all over with fear.
"Like it?" Steve asked evenly.
"Oh my God," Sharon breathed softly. For a moment longer she continued to stare at the picture, looking numbly at the photographic image of herself shamelessly fucking Bill Mitchell in his tent; his naked buttocks, her milk white thighs wrapped needfully around his back, the stiff shaft of his erection boring into her hair fringed pussy and, worst of all, her own expression of obscene sexual pleasure. Then she lifted the picture and stared numbly at the second. It was virtually identical ... as was the third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth. Unable to control herself, Sharon riffled through all of them, stopping only at the photograph of Bill madly sucking her gurgling cunt at the bottom of the stack. Then she closed the folder and pushed it violently away from her, as if it were diseased.
"Really interesting, aren't they?" Steve said. He grinned from ear to ear, and as Sharon stared at him numbly he stepped forward and then sat directly next to her on the bed, so close that their thighs touched. "And important, too; don't you agree? I mean, Mark and me, we really hate to bust in on you like this, during your free time and all, but this was such an interesting, important bunch of photographs that we figured, well, you know. I'll bet you understand, at least now."
"What does this mean?" Sharon asked quietly. Her voice shook noticeably, and after a moment she realized that her body was shaking along with it. She was not, strangely enough, in a state of shock. In a way her conscience had been expecting some sort of aftermath ever since she had had sex with Bill, and now that it had come she knew what it was, was not surprised by it at all; already even the numbness was fading away. But she was terribly, terribly afraid. Because though she did not understand why the boys took the photographs, or how they were taken, she did know one thing for certain: now that they had them, they had her in their complete control. They could do anything they wanted to her. Anything.
"What do you think it means?" Steve asked. He glanced at Mark, and the two chuckled drily. Then he turned back to Sharon. His grin was wider than ever before, and for the first time she noticed the lump in his pants; his erection was huge, obviously even larger than Bill's, and very stiff.
"You see, Sharon," Steve began quietly. He leaned closer and draped his arm familiarly around her waist, as if the two were old friends. "Mark and me, we've got this problem. We've got these really important, interesting photographs here, and we're trying to decide what to do with them. They're all sorts of things we could do. I mean, on one hand, we could show them to some people; they are so interesting, after all. Like—oh, I don't know—we could show them to the people who own this camp, or some cheap newspaper, or maybe even the local PTA. Maybe what we ought do is just run off a whole bunch of copies and send them to everybody in your hometown ... just to see what would happen, you know? And I'll bet Julie would be real interested, too."
Sharon shuddered and bit her lip and said nothing. Every bone in her body told her to attack Steve and throw him out of her tent, but she knew she could not do that; if she angered him he might blackmail her and then send out the pictures anyhow. Sharon suddenly imagined a dozen of her neighbors receiving the photographs, and her eyes moistened with tears. This was already the most humiliating moment in her life.
"Or," Steve continued. He looked meaningfully at the voluptuous bulges of Sharon's body under the bathrobe and smiled wickedly. "Mark and me, we could just decide that these pictures are too important and interesting to be shown to anyone. We could just throw all the copies away and not show them to anyone ... keeping the negatives, of course, just in case we ever changed our minds. And I'll tell you, Sharon, we've thought about it and we just can't make up our minds. So that's what we came in to talk to you about. What do you think we should do? Hmmmm!"
"What do you want?" Sharon asked quietly. She tried to keep her voice as cold and defiant as possible, but her entire body was trembling with fear and shame. "You bastard, you ... don't tease me like this. You know where you've got me. Just tell me what you want."
Steve grinned and shared a knowing look with his still silent friend. Then he stood up. Without taking his eyes from Sharon he pulled off his T-shirt and kicked off his tennis shoes. Then he undid his belt buckle and slowly slid down his pants. As he did so Sharon saw first his stomach, then his black pubic hair, and then the meaty trunk of his blue veined erection. Then the pants were on the ground, and Steve was completely naked.
"Oh God," Sharon murmured. She averted her eyes and tried not to stare at the sixteen year old's lean, muscular body. But she could not help herself. His penis was absolutely huge. The long, thick shaft was completely gorged with blood; it stood out from his flat stomach with rock hard stiffness, the swollen cock head bobbing luridly against his navel.
"Like me?" Steve asked. He giggled and looked at Sharon knowingly. Then he sat back down on the cot and stretched comfortably, backed into the mattress. "Now it's your turn, honey. Stand up and give us a nice little show."
"Please," Sharon said quietly. She averted her eyes to the sides of the tent, trying not to stare at the naked teenage body next to her on the cot. "Please don't do this to me. I'll give you money if you want it, I'll give you anything but ... please don't do this. Please don't ... "
"Forget it, honey," Steve said evenly. "Just stand up like a good girl and do as you're told."
"Oh," Sharon murmured. She paused a moment, biting her lip hard so she wouldn't cry and humiliate herself even further. Then she stood up quickly and turned to face Steve, standing directly in front of him like his personal slave.
"That's right," Steve said condescendingly. He threw up his legs and shifted his body to lay vertically on the cot. Then he folded one hand behind his head and wrapped the other around the bloated trunk of his organ. His erection seemed to be growing stiffer by the moment, and as Sharon stared at it she could actually see it throbbing.
"Now take off your clothes," Steve said.
Sharon hesitated only a moment. She could feel her face flushed with embarrassment, and it was everything she could do not to cry. Then she undid the sash of her bathrobe and let it fall from her shoulders to the ground, leaving herself clad only in her panties and brassiere.
"Very good," Steve said. He looked at the voluptuous curves of her body and slowly stroked the meaty thickness of his organ; it was like she was a striptease artist and he was enjoying his own personal show. "Now take off the rest of the stuff. Come on, Sharon; you don't have to be shy around us."
"Please," Sharon said helplessly. "Please don't do this to ... " But even as she spoke she knew it was hopeless, and she abruptly stopped talking. She took a deep breath and struggled to control herself. Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her brassiere. The white cotton undergarment slid from her shoulders, revealing the enormous globes of her milk white breasts. Sharon took another deep breath and tried to stand as motionless as possible. But that was hopeless too; her breasts were so large that they swayed and jiggled salaciously with the smallest motion of her body, as if she were arousing Steve on purpose.
"Nice," Steve said. He stared hungrily at the swell of her ample mammaries and stroked his engorged member more quickly, as if he were priming an engine. "Now the panties."
"Oh God ... " Sharon began. But she stopped herself again. She slid her fingers down her hips and held the hem of the dainty, translucent undergarment. Then she slid them down the ivory smooth taper of her milk white thighs, leaving herself completely naked.
"Jesus," Steve muttered. He stared hungrily at the pouting, hair fringed lips of Sharon's moist pussy and for a moment rubbed his erection that much harder, as if the sight of the curvaceous blonde's naked body made him uncontrollably horny. Then he stopped abruptly. Grinning, he folded both arms behind his head and relaxed completely on the cot; the meaty shaft of his bloated organ bobbed and twitched luridly, like a rubberized shaft emerging stiffly from his loins.
"Now Sharon," Steve said easily. "There's just one more thing I want you to do." He stared at Sharon hard, and for the first time she realized that he was breathing with difficulty, that in spite of his incredibly calm demeanor he was very, very excited. "I want you to come to this cot, and climb on top of it, and straddle me so that your knees are next to my waist. And then I want you to fuck me."
In spite of herself Sharon gasped. She looked at Steve's erection, and then she glanced wildly around the tent, wondering frantically if there might be some way she could escape the tent and run so far that no one she knew would ever see her again. But that was impossible. She didn't feel like it or look like it, but she was biologically 35 years old. She had a home, and a daughter, and a lifestyle that she was too settled and comfortable in to leave even if she had wanted to. No; Steve had her exactly where he wanted her, and he could keep her there, too.
"Come on, Sharon," Steve said leeringly. "Be a good girl and get on the cot."
Sharon took a deep breath and closed her eyes and stepped to the cot. She climbed over Steve's naked body and straddled him exactly as he had instructed her. Her knees dug into the thin mattress to either side of his hips, making the cot sag with their combined weight. Her body faced his, and the fleshy lips of her moist vagina loomed less than six inches over the long shaft of his throbbing prick.
"Satisfied?" Sharon said bravely. Her lips trembled with emotion, and she looked at Steve as hatefully as she could.
"Not yet," Steve muttered. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed, and he was obviously staring lustfully at the jiggling globes of Sharon's milk white breasts. "Hold my cock and put it in your pussy. You get to do all the work yourself."
"You bastard," Sharon whispered fiercely. Her lips trembled more noticeably, and her eyes were moist with loathing and shame. "I'll never forgive you for this, for doing this to me, I'll never ... "
"Just do what I tell you to," Steve said calmly. He studied Sharon's embarrassed expression, giggled, and ran his finger through the hair fringed fissure of her pussy. "I mean, it's not as if you won't enjoy it ... "
Sharon glared at Steve and pushed his hand roughly away from her pussy, as if to say that she would do what she had to with him and no more. Then she took her last deep breath and looked down at his cock. It was indeed very, very large; the blue veined shaft was gorged and bloated with blood, and the spongy flesh of the head pulsed and throbbed lewdly with his arousal. Sharon bit her lip and forced herself to look at it; she could feel her whole body trembling with humiliation, and she prayed that she wouldn't start crying now. Then she reached down and gingerly touched the meaty thickness of his erection. It felt turgid and rubbery against her fingers, like every man's hard penis felt, and as she touched it she could feel the blood throbbing through its entire length. Trembling, Sharon moved her fingers down the tumescent stalk and wrapped her hand around the base, positioning the purplish head directly under the opening of her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and slowly, shamefully, lowered herself onto it. The head touched her vagina, and a moment later she felt the pouting lips of her pussy being drawn apart as the first several inches entered her cunt. In spite of herself Sharon winced; Steve's cock already felt huge inside her, and she had two thirds of it left to go.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. He grinned broadly and looked at the spectacle of his swollen cock head embedded in the tight, hair fringed fissure of Sharon's pussy. "That's good, baby," he muttered lewdly. "You're doing real good. Now go ahead and put the rest of my cock inside you ... every single inch of my big hard dick!"
"Unhhh," Sharon moaned. Her face flushed, and her breathing quickened; already she could feel the walls of her pussy lubricating to accept the size of Steve's member, and she knew he would feel it too. Sharon bit her lip and struggled again to control herself. Then she splayed her milk white thighs further apart and slowly impaled herself on his blood engorged organ, wincing with agonized desire as she felt its meaty thickness filling up her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh," Steve murmured. He opened his eyes wide and watched excitedly as the staff of his dick slid into the naked blonde's incredibly tight, wet pussy. Then it was all the way inside her, boring deeply into her belly; he could see the secret flesh of her inner thighs resting against his hips, the fleecy black curls of her pubic mound lightly touching the sac of his testicles.
"Okay," Steve said, "Now fuck me." He flexed his buttocks once, thrusting his cock into her vagina as if to show her what the word meant. "Go ahead, Sharon; fuck me nice and fast and hard."
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned. She shuddered and closed her eyes tight, struggling vainly to repress the feelings of ravenous sexual passion that now coursed through her loins. Steve's big dick felt very, very good in her cunt; her pussy had already flooded itself with the juices of her arousal, and in spite of herself she knew that she wanted to fuck him, wanted to feel his stiff erection pounding into her vagina again and again. It was incredibly humiliating, but she couldn't help it. Steve had planned it that way all the long.
"Go ahead, honey," Steve said leeringly. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and salaciously fondled the bud of her erected clitoris. "Go ahead and fuck me; you know you want to!"
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. Whimpering, she leaned forward and dug her palms into the mattress to either side of Steve's chest, so that the jiggling globes of her bosom swayed provocatively over him. Then she instinctively began to grind her hips up and down, slowly and rhythmically fucking her hair fringed pussy with the meaty length of his bloated organ.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. His expression contorted, and his forehead beaded with sweat; it was obvious that he was becoming too excited to maintain his veneer of apathy. "That's good, Sharon," he gasped, mouthing the words with some difficulty. "Now do it harder ... that's right ... fuck me really hard!"
"Unh unh unh unhhhhhh ... " Sharon groaned. Her eyes flickered open and shut, and her cheeks reddened dramatically with her irresistible horniness. With every thrust of Steve's member into her body she could feel her clitoris growing stiffer and stiffer; her pussy was literally gurgling with the profusion of her juices, and she knew that as much as she hated the blackmail and rape she would soon cum. Groaning and grunting, she splayed her thighs as far apart as they would go. Then she bucked her rounded buttocks over his lean young body in an animalistic frenzy of lust, furiously reaming out her hair fringed fissure with the length of his throbbing erection.
"Ahhhhh," Steve sighed. His eyes closed, and for a moment he lay absolutely motionless, savoring the ecstasy of his tumescent shaft being sucked and milked by the tight, clasping wetness of Sharon's vagina. Then he put his hands on his hips and ground his hips on the cot, eagerly meeting every thrust of her body. "Tell me how much you like it, Sharon," he muttered leeringly. "I know you like it now, so don't try to fool me. Tell me how much you love to fuck me!"
"You bastard," Sharon muttered. She managed to give him her most vindictive stare, but she did not pause a moment in the tempo of their copulation; her loins were now filled with her raging genital heat, and her desire for his cock was completely out of control. "Yes I like it you son of ... unhhhhhhh! Oh God ... awwww-wwwwww! Unh unh that feels good, oh God, so gooood! Awwwwwwwwwwww-ww! Fuck me Steven! Unnnnnhhhhhh God I can't help it, fuck me really hard!"
"Sheeit," Steve muttered happily. He giggled and looked up at Sharon's face, laughing openly at her as she hungrily reamed out her pussy with the turgid stalk of his member. Her face was flushed with horniness, and with every impalement of her body on his dick she literally gasped with the sensation. But he wanted more. Steve grinned in expectation and trailed his fingers through the fleecy, damp curls of Sharon's pubic vee. Then he touched the distended bud of her clitoris and began to fondle it lasciviously. "Moan louder, Sharon," he demanded. "Moan real loud and beg me to rub your cunt, just like I'm doing. Don't worry; nobody can hear us. You can moan and groan just as loud as you want!"
"Unhhhhhhhh!" Sharon mewled. As she felt Steve's fingers close around her clitoris she gasped with the incredible pleasure of the sensation. Then she dug her knees forcibly into the mattress and began to bound her naked buttocks so quickly that her hips appeared to be a blur, eagerly impaling herself on Steve's rampant erection. "Fuck me Steven, fuck me!" she mewled. Overwhelmed by her sexual passion, she suddenly lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him shamelessly as she continued to grind her pussy over his bloated prick. "Unhhh God ... Steven ... unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me ... fuck me harder ... mmmmmm ... so gooood ... ungghh ... so goood!"
Then Sharon felt someone's fingers touch the rounded cheeks of her ass. Her eyes opened wide and she paused, wondering if Steven were fondling her. As she did so the fingers dug into her naked flesh and spread her buttocks wide apart. Then one of them entered the sizzling cleft, poking obscenely at the puckered ring of her anus.
"Oh my God," Sharon murmured. She started and turned around, craning her head to see what it was. Then her eyes opened still further, and a new shudder of terrible, shameful fear made her body quake on the cot.
It was Mark. While she had been fucking Steven he had silently stripped off all his clothes, leaving himself completely naked. His cock was very big and very hard; the thick shaft stood out from his balls like a length of iron pipe, bobbing stiffly against his stomach. As Sharon looked at it Mark climbed onto the cot. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and again dug his fingers into the plump cheeks of her tight buttocks, this time spreading them far enough apart to reveal the small, puckered sphincter of her asshole. Then he chuckled and slowly moved forward, aiming the twitching head of his dick towards the forbidden orifice of her rectum.
"Oh Jesus!" Sharon whimpered. Her eyes widened hugely, and then she began to struggle frantically to free herself from Steve's body. "No," she cried, her entire face contorted in an expression of animal fear. "No you can't do that to me, no no no! I won't let you! Awwww! Get away from me, stop it, get away!"
"Sheeit," Steve muttered. He grinned at Sharon and locked his powerful arms tightly around her waist, making her escape impossible. Then he looked knowingly at his best friend. "Go ahead Mark, fuck her really good. She deserves it!"
Mark only grinned in response. Then he felt the blood throbbing through his erection, and he lowered his eyes to stare hungrily at Sharon's anus. Her rectal orifice was obviously virginal and very small; he knew it would be a tight fit getting all of his cock in there, and the thought of his member soaking in the clasping warmth of her bowel tract made his entire body crawl with irresistible lust. Groaning expectantly, Mark planted his hands in the cot to either side of Sharon's body and then leaned over her, pushing his cock into the sizzling cleft of her buttocks until the swollen head rested obscenely against the crinkled ring of her pink asshole. That only made him hornier. He knew that if he had any decency at all he should insert his prick slowly into her, giving her time to adjust to the ravishment of her anus. But he didn't feel decent, at least not now.
"Ahhhhhhh," Mark sighed; it was the first sound he had made all evening. He winced and pushed his throbbing cock forward, sighing as he felt the tip part the rubbery lips of Sharon's rectum. Then with one savage thrust he hammered his hips forward, cruelly burying every inch of his enormous member into the ravaged heat of her anus.
"Aaaarrrrrrggghhhhhh!" Sharon shrieked. Her face contorted in an expression of pure agony, and for a moment the pain was so intense that she was sure she would faint. "Take it out of me! Aaarr-rrgghhhhhh! Take it out! Aww god damn it you're killing me! Aaaawwwww ... "
"All right!" Steve said. He studied Sharon's expression and grinned from ear to ear, taking sadistic amusement in the sodomistic rape of her anus. Then he quickly ground his hips on the bed, furiously and rhythmically sliding his blood engorged member into the gurgling slit of her pussy. "Go ahead, Mark," he gasped, fucking Sharon faster and faster. "Ream out her asshole real good! Show her what it feels like!"
Obediently Mark pulled back his hips, withdrawing the shaft of his prick from Sharon's reeking rectal orifice until only the head parted the pink, fleshy lips. Then he savagely rammed it all the way back in again, and then he began to furiously ream out her asshole with quick, convulsive movements of his tumescent organ. Then the two boys were fucking Sharon in unison, hungrily ravaging her voluptuous nakedness with the meaty thickness of their two pronged cock. Sharon groaned miserably and relaxed between them, helplessly submitting herself to the unspeakable debasement. She felt her eyes moistening with tears, and she no longer made the slightest effort to suppress them. The pain was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to the incredible shame and embarrassment of being treated so cruelly by two sixteen year old boys. She had never been so utterly humiliated in her life.
Then, incredibly, Sharon realized she was beginning to like it. The pain in her rectum was no longer existent; instead it had been replaced by a deep, guttural throbbing that was more intensely pleasurable than anything she had ever known. For a long moment she bit her lip and struggled to resist the depraved ecstasy; she knew that if she gave in, the boys would have succeeded in raping her mind as well as her body. But it was too much. With every thrust of Mark's meaty cock she could feel the rubbery walls of her anus clinging warmly to his turgid shaft, milking it deep into her bowels in the convulsive needs of sex. And Steve's huge prick pounding through her pussy, the two of them fucking her at once ... it was more than she could stand.
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. She bit her lip and remained motionless a moment longer, making a last effort to control her shameless sexual excitement. Then she quickly ground her lithe hips between them, eagerly thrusting her voluptuous body to meet every satisfying thrust of their meaty erections. "Fuck me!" she mewled, grunting and groaning wantonly. "Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me harder! Oh God I can feel it yes I can feel it ... awwwww-wwww! Harder oh harder, fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Sheeeit," Steve muttered. He grinned from ear to ear at Sharon's debasement and looked at Mark knowingly. Then the two of them began to pound their bloated pricks into her ravaged body in a guttural frenzy of lust, fucking her cunt and asshole with all the lean strength they had between them.
It was more than Sharon could take. For several seconds she stopped breathing, poising motionless as the two boys rhythmically pounded their throbbing erections into her naked body. Then she felt the orgasm building with her. Her back stiffened, and her skin goosebumped and tingled from head to toe. Then the first spasms racked through her loins and bowel tract, shaking her once again with the most luscious ecstasy she had ever known.
"Awwwwwww!" Sharon mewled. Her lips spread in unspeakable pleasure, then pouted obscenely as the sensations became unbearable. "Fuck me," she whimpered. "Oh Mark oh Steven fuck me! Unh unh unh unhhhhhhhh fuck me harder I'm going to cum! AWWWWWWWWW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M CUUMMIING! UNGG-HHH! AWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CU-MMINGGGGG! AWWW! AWWW! GGGGGG! AWWWWWWWWW! Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... ahh hhhhhh-hh ... "
Then it was over. Sighing and whimpering, Sharon closed her eyes and relaxed between Steve and Mark's naked bodies. She could feel their stiff erections still hammering into her ravaged asshole and pussy, and after a moment, in spite of her exhaustion, she began to grind her hips to give them more pleasure. She wanted to give them pleasure, she realized; she wanted them to enjoy fucking her more than any other woman on earth. She knew that thinking that was terrible, but she couldn't help it. She was their slave now; they could do anything they wanted to her, and not because of the pictures; no, because they knew how much she would enjoy it. Being blackmailed was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.
But it was also the best. Sharon giggled and sighed, amused by the inconsistency of her thoughts. Then she whimpered salaciously and bucked her hips more quickly, offering up the pleasure of her luscious body to her two young lovers again and again.