Chapter 6
From the sound of things, the party was still going full-tilt downstairs. There was music, and there seemed to be sounds of glasses clinking.
Ellen and Gordon got to their feet, and the two of them quickly dressed. Gordon was finished first, and he left, opening the door and turning on the light so Ellen had an opportunity to fix her hair. Afterward, she checked her stockings to make sure there were no runs. She was just about to leave the room, when the closet door opened, and one by one men filed out, men who were supposed to be downstairs, men who had obviously come into her room when she had first gone to the bathroom, and who had hidden in the closet, waiting, as if knowing she would bring Gordon in here.
The first man, a tall blond whom she knew as Roy, who had a pretty face rather than a handsome one, walked over to her, and suddenly he was tearing her dress from her body as he said, "That was a fabulous performance, Mrs. Blackton."
She gasped as he began tearing off the rest of her clothing, and suddenly she was totally naked in front of all of them. The only two males not in the room were Gordon Cole and her son, Keith. She tried hiding her nudity by grabbing her torn dress and pulling it up in front of her, but what she was doing was futile. She wanted to run out into the hallway into the bathroom, but there was a man already standing in the doorway, Bill, as she recalled. Bill Burner. Backing away, she found herself starting to tremble.
"Keith!" she called out, glancing around the room, wondering why all these men were here, and where was her son? But the boy was nowhere to be seen, as if ashamed, all of a sudden, to look at his mother's nakedness. How hypocritical of him!
"I don't think your son is gonna help you much, Mrs. Blackton," the blond man called Roy told her. "All this was his idea. Just why he wants his mom gang-banged is something we haven't been able to figure out, but we do know he was right about how hot you are. You really took everything Gordon had to give, didn't you?"
Ellen stood frozen to the spot, her torn dress still in front of her for the moment. Staring at them, she wondered just what it was these men had in mind. She found it impossible to believe all of them intended using her. If she screamed loud enough, she knew she might attract the attention of some neighbor and the police would be called.
At that moment a somewhat short, balding, black-haired man whom her son had introduced as Nat began moving toward her.
"Why be selfish, Mrs. Blackton," he said, smiling. "You seemed to enjoy being so roundly fucked, so why not give all of us a turn. In fact, if no one objects, I'd like to be next."
"Fine," the others chimed in, followed by sounds of "I'm next."
"Then me."
"I go after you," 'Then me!"
She was unable to count how many of them asked for a turn with her. Asked? Demanded would have been a better word. Nor did she have time to think about it. Suddenly the balding Nat grabbed her shoulders and dumped her onto the bed.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he dropped his pants, and revealed that for a tiny man, he had one helluva long, thick penis. It swung rigidly into view. Under other circumstances, Ellen might have taken time to examine it and realize it wasn't nearly as imposing as Gordon's had been, but at the moment she was terrified.
He stood directly over her supine body, looking down at the soft, tender texture of her flesh, flexing his hairy thighs so that his throbbing penis seemed to swell and enlarge even more, a tight-filled lance of blood and gristle displaying its desire for her. Her white, porcelain flesh lay totally revealed in all its glory, and her full breasts swung from side to side with her panting.
Her eyes swept dazedly over the dangling genital directly over her, and she realized that this wasn't a nightmare. This was all real, and it was all going to happen, and there was nothing she would be able to do to prevent it. Her son had set it up.
Somehow she managed to work her way off the bed. She rose to her full height and stared defiantly at Nat.
"All of you get the hell out of here," she gasped.
Nat caught her roughly and swallowed her mouth with his. She began struggling, fighting, but her previous orgasm had sapped her of any vitality she might have had. As a result, she was weak, very weak, unable to struggle. Her hands pushed vainly at the bald man's hairy body-for he had totally undressed by now-but he was somehow managing to press himself all the more firmly against her.
Nat's large, rough, calloused hands roamed over the full mounds of her breasts, crushing the fullness of them in unmerciful grips as his fingers pinched her reddened nipples, making them sore. His hands swept in ever-increasing urgency over her sloping shoulders, moved down her back to the rounded bowls of her tantalizing buttocks. She knew now there was no hope whatsoever for escape.
She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whimpers as the man crushed his mouth against hers. Ellen felt helpless to prevent the terrifying humiliation that was to come.
The crowd of men surrounded the bed, panting heavily as they watched what was taking place. All of them felt tension building in their loins, because each man knew soon it would be his turn at the stunningly lovely red-haired woman.
With a violently brutal thrust, the man called Nat forced her to lie back on the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a thud. She lay there, totally vulnerable, her legs slightly parted, weeping the littlest bit from fear. Then Nat hurled himself onto the woman, his body pressing firmly into her curvaceously soft flesh.
Ellen uttered a low groan, but she lay there, unable to fend off the man. His hands trembled as they wandered over the supple softness of her tantalizing thighs, kneading the tender flesh, grasping it in ripples between his anxious fingers.
Nat's mouth hungrily devoured her breasts, making them quiver as his teeth viciously bit into them. When his mouth pulled away, there were deep grooves, showing how deeply he had bitten into her. Her nipples stood up like helpless pink pegs as he sucked on them.
He moved up on her, bringing his mouth down over hers again, devouring her. He hoisted her thighs as she struggled to keep them flat on the bed. The soft, wet lips leading to her channel of a thousand-and-one-delights which was to give him brutal delight, were there, totally unguarded for everyone in the room to see.
His hand went down between their bodies, moving to his penis, and she felt the head jerkily throb from one thigh to the other, brushing not-so-gently against the skin of her vagina in the hope of finding the little hole through which it was to enter. The throbbing organ with its massively bared head was almost mauve with blood as it rubbed tauntingly against her vulnerable opening.
She lay there, arms totally outstretched, as if she were pleading with him not to do this horrible thing. Her lovely head was pressing firmly against the mattress, her mouth open and tilted up. She was totally helpless, unable to do a thing. There was a quick, hip-thrusting stab as Nat plunged the full length of his cock into her unprepared body. It seemed to enter her with a tearing movement. Her hips began jerking frantically because of the pain of the abrupt impalement, and a weirdly chilling wail came from her lips, but hardly loud enough to go beyond the room, much less to the outside.
Nat began pounding mercilessly into her taut cunt while her body continued squirming helplessly from side to side. She moaned, letting him know the agony she was feeling.
Ellen did her best to weakly push the balding man from her body. Eventually she gave it up, realizing the effort was futile. She simply lay there, her body a helpless mass of flesh beneath the continual pounding of the throbbing penis that moved into her again and again. Her body was undergoing a blaze of agony the like of which she had never known before.
The other men in the room were all restless. It was obvious from the bulges inside their trousers they were anxious to get in on this.
Under the suffocating pressure of the crude man fucking away into her, Ellen's breasts rose sharply in suffocated heaving, her ass slithering from side to side in an effort to relieve the constant pain she was continually feeling. His thrusts and withdrawals were relentless and unyielding. Her face was soaking wet with tears of humiliation and pain. How was it possible for her son, who claimed to have loved her so much, to have done something like this to her? Her thoughts were constantly interrupted by new pains each time Nat thrust his steel-solid poker of cock into her. She had never had a man inside her when she was this dry, even with Gordon's sperm in there, and as a result her cunt was constricted. This even though Nat's penis wasn't the largest she had ever contained, yet it felt like the largest and certainly hurt the most.
The powerful, throbbing organ continued pounding in and out of her helpless interior, moving with more and more ease, until she was convinced that on each in-stroke the head was buried in the searing depths of her shuddering belly. Each forward drive seemed to split her thighs wider apart, and she feared soon her muscles would tear.
His hand moved over her body again and again, caressing her, fondling her, clutching her in a grip of passion. He was gripping her shoulders now, then her neck, then clasping her face between his palms. Suddenly his hands slid beneath her and rubbed the rounded swells of her buttocks as he cupped them repeatedly. Then his fingers were moving forward so he was able to feel the base of his own cock each time he pulled back.
His mouth opened wide, and he covered her tear-stained face with a bounty of hot, wet kisses. Grunts came rising from the depths of his throat as he tensed and relaxed his buttocks again and again, keeping perfect time with the way he was pushing his cock in and out of her sucking pussy. He slithered to his knees against her upturned buttocks, as if trying to push his cock even more deeply into her sucking cunt. He shoved her thighs wider apart, pushing them further past her head so she looked unreal in her twisted, contorted position. Her body was bent almost double with her toes pressing into the mattress behind her head.
He slowed his driving thrusts into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly now, small gasps coming from his lips, and then a long, aching flood of breath hurtled from the depths of Nat's throat, the sound filling the room as his fast-running river of semen swept from the tip of his cock into her battered passageway, flooding her belly.
"YYYYYA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HAA-AAN NNNGGG GHH HHHUUU UUUNNN NGG-GGH HHH!" he bellowed, his gasps accompanied by similar gasps and frenzied pants from around the room as he sank exhaustedly onto the woman, allowing her legs to flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
Ellen lay there, realizing that in spite of the agony, in spite of the pain, and in spite of the horrible embarrassment, she had attained some kind of orgasm. It was ridiculous, but true. Her having learned how to achieve a quick orgasm when she had been with her husband had stood her in good stead at this moment, if anything she underwent might be construed as having stood her in good stead.
The other men were still standing around, watching. All of them were heatedly flushed, each one waiting for his turn on her helpless form. She was some gorgeous beauty, and each man was glad for the opportunity to fuck her without the hassle of having to go into a bar, pay for drinks, and pick up some floozy who had probably fucked for a million other men. Here, even if she was being ga'ng-banged, was a woman who, for the most part, was hardly used at all.