Chapter 6
On the way home, he wondered how he would break the good news to Laura, and most of all, whether or not she would balk, or just take off. He wondered if whatever had taken place between her and Connie, when they woke up - or what had happened last night - would alter her thinking at all.
He walked into their apartment and laid it on the line. Laura listened, stone-faced, then went to the bedroom and began packing. He tried to convince her that this was their way out... their salvation from a debt-trap, but she was deaf to his words. He thought of beating the hell out of her, but he controlled himself, feeling that she would somehow see that this was a good deal, in spite of the mob connections.
Laura never answered a word. She just continued packing two bags, then called a cab, and told him as she climbed in that she was on her way to visit her only relative, her sister who lived in Trenton, New Jersey. She didn't say whether she was leaving for good, or to think it over, or what. She just left.
She got off at the bus station and started to buy a ticket when she was struck by guilt. The way he had explained it, if she messed up the deal, Bob might be killed. She just couldn't have that on her conscience, in spite of the contempt she felt for him at having involved her with that cheap lesbian slut, Connie.
She sat at the lunch counter, sipping a Coke, trying to find her own true feelings in the matter. She knew that she hated Bob for many of the things he condoned and participated in, yet, somehow, there remained a certain feeling for him. Whether it was love or pity, she didn't know, but by the time she had finished her Coke, she knew that she couldn't desert him, no matter what. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror mornings if she did! She called a cab, and quietly walked into their small apartment, not saying a word, but conscious of the fact that Bob was looking at her with a new kind of admiration and respect.
The refurbished, brightened, exotic new motel was in full swing. The bar was loaded with the blowsy broads who usually frequented the bars in town, the good and the bad, the young and the old. They made no pretense of covering up what they were there for. A lot of the customers were local, but most of them were from nearby cities, and they drank, less and spent more. And... they took far more prostitutes out of the lavish bar and into the private motel units that had been painted, redecorated and provided with new, springy, king-size beds.
The watered-down booze flowed freely in the bar, and the booths were designed for twosomes rather than large groups, and the management had been smart enough to hire a dreamy group that played love songs, instead of a rock-and-roll outfit to please the non-paying hippies. And, there was even a go-go dancer during the good hours... from nine to one ... and when the band wasn't there, a carefully selected choice of romantic songs were chosen for the jukebox that could be played.
Bob knew that a lot of the clientele were racetrack bums, slopping over after an afternoon of frustration or success, but for the most part, in the evening, the customers were big spenders, businessmen who had heard about the swinging Rainbow's End Motel, and all it had to offer.
Laura had tried to accept the changes, but for the most part she stayed in their refurnished and updated small apartment, wondering where it would end, when the police would sweep in and arrest Bob, herself, the bar help and all the girls who filled the rooms anytime a customer wanted. The new people had even added another ten units on the vacant land next to the motel, and the place, from the casual observer's view, was a really classy place. There was still no swimming pool, but Laura was rapidly learning that the real moneymen only patronized the place at night.
She had tried to approach Bob, begging him to come to his senses and get them both out of there. She had a sense of impending disaster, and she couldn't shake it... nor could she impart it to her husband. Bob seemed enchanted and hypnotized by the pretty girls, the flow of handsome, evidently well-heeled men, and the music, the girls, the surroundings.
He laughed at her. "Come on, Laura, baby ... we're living like kings. Relax! Have fun ... I've never had so much fun!" That was his usual answer when she asked him to get out. "No more work! You've got two maids, now! You just lay around and read books. Why knock it? It's the good life, baby!" And he would leave, and she knew that he was with his poker-buddies. Or, at times, she suspected, he was in the arms of one of the attractive young whores who worked at the place!
For herself, she had nothing of him. Physically, mentally, romantically or sexually. It was a lonely, frustrating life for Laura. All she had eliminated was the money worries. As Bob left, at one o'clock when the action was tapering off, she closed the door behind Bob, who had given her an unbelievable excuse, and she leaned against the door, feeling empty. What was there for her, a young, sexy, eager, able woman? A husband who just faded away, and when he did show up, never laid a hand on her. He didn't even care anymore! What was there for her?
She went into her bedroom and got undressed, putting on her nightgown, wishing that Bob would at least take a look at her provocative body once in awhile, and respond. She turned on the TV, resenting the resounding vibrations that hammered away from the nightclub. She tried to concentrate on the program ... a talk show ... but she couldn't put her mind on it.
She jumped as a splash dropped on her shoulder and rose, looking up to see that a round stain of water was forming on the ceiling. She had forgotten that they had put a second floor on the place, so that each motel room had a counterpart on the second floor! The ceiling was beginning to sag, and she felt panic. This wasn't what she was used to, and she felt quick frustration, realizing she didn't know the first thing to do, if indeed the shower above was overflowing!
She could only think of one thing! She grabbed her robe and the master key and ran out into the night, towards the stairs, wanting only to find the source of the trouble, and solving the problem. She knocked on the door of the room she knew was directly over her apartment, hammering loudly as she heard raucous noises coming from the room. She was scared, and had half-turned to leave when the door opened. Laura looked at the most repulsive face she had ever seen on a human being!
"Hey, cutie ... he said, "just in time!" He jumped out and grabbed her and, with surprising agility, he hauled her into the room. She tried to resist, but he was, too powerful. She thought very clearly that the man must have mistaken her for one of the whores who were available in abundance, and she felt a choking sensation as he pulled her through the door.
He thrust her into the middle of the room, and she stood there, clutching at her flimsy nightgown, wondering how she would possibly reason with him. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him appealingly, but she saw that his face was covered with scars and blisters ... and dirt! He was hideous, and she averted her gaze from him! For the first time she saw the other one, who was as shabby and ugly looking as his companion, but who was stretched out on the twin bed, waving and spilling a bottle of cheap wine about. He sat up as he noticed Laura's figure, revealed clearly through the flimsy nightgown, spittle forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Look__" Laura said loudly, fright making her voice higher, "I'm the manager's wife ... I saw water__for God's sake, let go of me!" The man who had hauled her into the room was now grasping both her breasts in his hands, making low sounds as his fingers dug painfully into her flesh!
"What's this, baby, a new game, or something?" the man who was hurting her breasts snarled. "We don't want any games, kid, just some good double-fucking! Got it?"
Screams poured from Laura's throat. "Somebody ... help!"
The ugly animal released her breasts, standing back in surprise befuddled by her screams.
"Come on, baby, nobody hollers like that when they're getting your price!" He suddenly said. "So ... shut up!" He hit Laura across the face hard, and before she could catch her breath again, his hand was at her throat, throttling her, as his dirty hand covered her mouth, blocking any possibility of screams!
Her eyes bulged and she shuddered in fright and revulsion. She struggled, but he shoved her easily across the room, his body close to hers. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, and she thought she would vomit as she neared the bed, where the other man with spittle on his lips lay. She glanced at him and saw that he was grinning toothlessly at her, and she wondered what she would do if the ugly ogre thrust her into his bed! His fishy eyes beckoned her, and she felt she might faint, but' she still fought the rough grip of the monster who was forcing her onto the bed. She could see his watery eyes devouring her revealed body, taking in her voluptuous loins and thighs, the startling cups of her breasts, now jutting forth as she struggled with the animal.
"Oh man, oh man!" Fisheyes mouthed, "lookit there." He must be insane, she concluded, and in effect, both of them must be. Vaguely, she recalled that she had come up to see about a leaky ceiling, but now it had become a battle for her very life!
The idiot on the bed sat up, and his eyes grew wild. "Lemme touch her! Lemme feel her!" he demanded.
"Take it easy," the ogre answered soothingly, "just hand me those socks!" He was pointing to a pair of long ragged socks on the floor beside the bed, and the idiot bent over and handed them to him, his eyes.fastened lustily on Laura's ankles, her thighs, then her loins... a mad gleam in his eyes.
The ogre quickly fashioned a knot with one sock, tying Laura's hands behind her. He took the other dirty sock and shoved it into Laura's mouth as a gag!
"That'll keep you shut up for awhile!" he said gleefully, "you noisy, lying bitch!" He spun Laura around to face him and she tottered unsteadily, sfill not comprehending what was happening to her. She couldn't yell. She could hardly keep from gagging and vomiting at the dirty taste of the socks in her mouth. He tore her robe off her, and then she felt her nightgown being ripped from her body, and she knew what they were going to do to her. Then a giant fist slammed into her head, and she went into a state of nothingness! She was not aware that they had spread her naked, unprotected body on the bed, nor that they were laughing cruelly and maniacally as they rolled her over, showing her round, ripe buttocks. Nor did she know that the fish-eyed character stopped laughing, and said, "Ahhhh ... it ain't no fun if they don't know what they're gettin'."
"Don't you worry," the ogre said. "Shell come around, and shell like it." An idea had blossomed in his sick mind. He stared down at the soft, creamy mounds of Laura's buttocks glistening in the lamplight, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do.
His name was Jake, and he stood looking down at her beautiful buttocks, and the exposed part of her woman-slit, thinking that for the first time in his life, he had a chance to do exactly what he wanted to do to a dame! He felt power surge through him - a power he'd never known. This ass - this asshole - this cunt - was his! He had suddenly become aware that Laura was not one of the whores. But whatever she was, she wasn't getting away from him now. She was class, and he had never really had class. She was different - better than all the street hustlers who had refused his money ... laughed at his ugly face ... well... he'd show mem ... by showing her!
As Jake looked at her helpless white ass-cheeks, all the hurt and rejection of a lifetime flashed across his mind. His cock ached like it had never ached before. He pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly onto the bed, the full length of his body flattening itself against Laura's helpless body! He pressed his scarred face against her own soft cheek, inhaling the odor of her light perfume.
The heavy impact of his body brought Laura to, and she immediately felt nauseated at his whiskey-fouled breath. She winced and tried hard to throw off his oppressive weight, but his hands shoved her face into the pillows, and she felt she would die unless she gave in. Jake's knees were forcing her legs apart, and she felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock between her thighs.
She tried her best to keep her legs tightly squeezed, but it was useless. Her head pounded from the smashing blow that he had delivered, and his whiskey-fouled breath was nauseating. Her resistance buckled, and she surrendered to his pressing knees, her legs spreading wide. She moaned as she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up into the crevice between her buttocks.
She couldn't help herself. She wriggled her buttocks, the only part of her that she felt she could move, trying to eject the vile object from the crevice. But every move she made only served to make Jake's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay atop her buttocks!
"Raise that asshole up, baby!" Jake demanded, pulling himself up and closer to her anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of flesh between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but she just couldn't.
As she felt the spongy head of his cock enter her anus, she almost echoed his cry of triumph. The blonde-haired motel manager actually felt proud of this new indignity! She was the wife of a cheap hoodlum who worked for the organization, so why should she feel ashamed and put down by the hordes of cheap, loathsome men they attracted?
And, in her own way, she was enjoying the penetration as he lifted her buttocks, and relentlessly shoved his mercilessly harsh cock into her cunt! She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she felt was free, trying to get the vile object out from between her buttocks. But each move she made only served to make Jake's drunken efforts still more insistent, his skewering cock seeming to grow harder with each movement. He was determined to stay on top of her, and shove his punishing rod deep up into her helpless anus!
"Lift your ass!" he ordered, pushing himself up over her so that he was poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenselessly prostrate form. Laura felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to resist or escape? She let her body sag against the mattress in despair, until she was suddenly jolted back into reality by the smarting slap of Jake's calloused hand across her butt! It stung, and it snapped her back to reality. The fish-eyed companion of Jake was watching lustfully, and he snarled in a voice of salacious desperation, "Lemme have a crack at the slut!"
Jake snarled back at him, "You'll get your turn, you dumb bastard!" as he continued plunging his cock deep up into the crevice between her buttocks.
Laura's ass-cheeks were turning red from the slaps she'd received, yet, she felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment she was receiving at the hands of these vicious men!
She felt Jake's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and he snarled, "Get with it, you fucker!" Laura tried to move her ass-cheeks the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough to satisfy the sadistic Jake. He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and held her face pressed into the pillow. "Open up, you cunt!" he yelled. She was smothering, and she made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect herself and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her.
Jake released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so that her exposed buttocks were high off the bed, as his throbbing cock-head slipped out of her tortured anus with an obscene slurping noise, leaving her whole rear end open wide to his lewd stare. He held her suspended that way with one hand while he aimed his iron-hard cock at the wetly glistening lips of her cunt! He drove his burgeoning cock up into the opening with a slamming motion of his own buttocks, and tears flooded Laura's eyes at the humility she felt.
She knew that if she screamed, they would beat her unconscious. Even if she were heard, she realized, everyone would think that it was just one of the whores... and do nothing! These animals could manipulate her body any way they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The best thing she could do would be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied to rape her, shoot their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with.
Jake was holding her so that he could watch his rampant cock hammering in and out of her defenseless cunt. All her womanly secrets were exposed to him. It boggled his mind. His lips were loose, saliva forming at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she would explode when he shot his load into her. His massive balls were full of hot cum and he felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of his semen deep up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last forever. He'd never had a chance at a woman like this! And, in the back of his twisted mind, he knew that he never would again.
She glanced over and saw that the fish-eyed man had taken his lust-swollen cock in his hands and was pumping madly with one hand while he drank sloppily from a glass of whiskey in the other. Laura wanted to throw up, but the hard, pistoning cock up inside her demanded all her attention. She felt as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in two! It was enormous - and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in it.
"Come on, Jake, slam it into her!" Fish-eyes shouted, "I want a turn at that pretty ass!" Jake didn't even glance at his half-witted friend. His eyes were riveted on the sparsely hair-covered slit that was hungrily sucking his cock in all the way. This was some fuck! He suddenly remembered her reaction when she had first seen his ugly face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He slammed his punishing cock harder up into her, speeding up his movements, his mind flooding with the desire to hurt her bad, like he hurt every time someone looked at him the way she had!
He saw her puckered little pinkish-tan anus peeking out from between her spread ass-cheeks, and it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her unprotected pussy.
Laura felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind could only understand that at least the brute wasn't hitting her any more. Jake now seemed to be less furious, and his deep thrusts became less hurtful as he seemed to concentrate on the sensations that contact with her hot cunt flesh brought. Suddenly he cried out like a wild animal. "Aaaggghhh!" he snarled, and she felt his white-hot viscous juices spurting deep up into her plundered belly and she heard his animal groans as he felt the excitement sweep through his whole body. He fell forward atop her, his huge body a flab of dead weight. Laura hadn't felt any sensation except a vast relief and now his weight was making it hard for her to breathe.
The man with the pale, watery eyes set far apart had stopped pumping his turgid cock as he saw his friend climax. He was sloppy drunk and he came over and tapped Jake on the back.
"C'mon, Jake - it's my turn for some fuckin''," he slobbered, fondling his rigid cock, leering obscenely at Laura's body. He rolled the almost unconscious man off her, and the sodden drunk rolled meekly to the far side of the bed, unprotesting.
Laura was too numbed now to care much what was happening. It was as if her mind and body were separate, neither comprehending what was happening to the other.
Fish-eyes crawled up between her legs, staring obscenely at her spread loins. He bent over and inhaled deeply of the strong woman-scent. The helpless blonde-haired woman could feel his hot breath on her buttocks as he inhaled and exhaled in huge gasps. Then, she suddenly became aware of a different sensation ... a strange wetness at the base of her spine, which spread from a tiny point to about the size of a half-dollar, and then began to creep up her spinal column.
Fish-eyes was running his long, thick tongue up and down her back, inching along slowly, sending shivers of anticipation up and down her spine. At first it was a feeling of surprise, but her mind contrasted the arousing feel of his soft tongue to the brutal treatment of Jake, and she found herself becoming excited and she vaguely enjoyed the sensation. At first, she tried to struggle away from the licking tongue, but she was too exhausted. Besides, she knew there was nothing she could do, and she felt relaxed now. The wetness continued to move up and down her body until it stopped suddenly.
Laura found herself waiting for the pleasant sensation to begin again. Why had it stopped? She was aware now that she actually did want it to continue. The very idea was hideous and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer felt like herself__she seemed to be detached from her body, standing to one side, watching what was happening to her real body, yet experiencing the sensual treatment.
She couldn't be there on the bed with these two animal-like men! And Bob ... where was he? Probably off at some card game, not even caring what might be happening to his wife. It was not real. This wasn't the pleasant little motel her father had worked so hard to build! Things like this didn't happen. She rolled her head from side to side, as if denying that this was reality.
Then suddenly the moisture was back as Fish-eyes ran his tongue all the way up her inner thigh, slowly, delicately, until he reached the wetness of Laura's vaginal slit. He was holding onto her buttocks now to keep her from trying to roll away or tighten her muscles to keep his tongue out. Before she knew what he was going to do, Fish-eyes plunged his tongue deep up into her vagina with all the force he could summon.
His invading tongue felt soft and warm ... a gentle pressure inside her unprotected opening, moving around and about, tickling and pushing at the walls of her sensitive cuntal opening. The man seemed to sense the confusion that was in her mind and body as he continued pressing into her, licking at her sweet juices, sliding down and toying with her now quivering little clitoris, only to return to her tender cunt with his lapping action. He knew he was getting through to her as the sounds she made gradually changed to soft "Mmmmmmmmmmmms", low moans of unwanted pleasure.
Laura had convinced herself by now that these pleasures she felt were only imagined. It couldn't be really happening to her. It made no sense ... every inch of her body responding to the permeating vibrations coming from Fish-eyes* tongue, shoved deep up inside her like a tiny penis. With a great moaning sigh, Laura smothered her doubts and abandoned herself to the wanton enjoyment of the sensations that were coming from her cunt and her buttocks. He knew she was enjoying it, and she was going to like it even more before he was finished with her. His face glistened with sweat as he pushed his face up and down in the confines of her squirming backside.
Jake stirred drunkenly beside them, lifted his head and stared bleary-eyed at the scene. A cruel, lascivious grin came to his face as he said, "Yeah, yeah... eat that pussy! lick it all out good!" He watched for a few seconds, then relapsed into his drunken stupor.
Fish-eyes didn't pay any attention, if he even heard. He was completely involved now and his tonguing stopped suddenly as Laura felt several fingers thrust deep inside her cunt, twisting and groping as they reached the top of her steaming tunnel.
She moaned excitedly, utterly abandoned to the pleasure now as her heated vagina clasped tightly around the plunging fingers while they explored her sex channel with bolder and bolder strokes. Fish-eyes was working like a maniac behind her upturned ass, plunging his extended fingers crazily in and out of her, listening with delight to her moans of joy. She was his now ... the same woman who had flinched and grimaced when she'd looked at him earlier. His,! A woman like he had always wanted, to do with whatever he liked!
As he watched her cunt-lips expand and contract around his fingers, he growled in animalistic delight, "Ohhhh shhiiitt! Ohhhhhhh, sshhiitt!"
Laura bucked beneath the ramming hand, moaning with an ecstasy born from the complete oblivion in which she had placed her mind. She was nowhere. She was no one. What was happening to her was pure feeling, pure delight, with no string of conscious thought attached. Her vaginal lips opened wider to admit his hand, the moisture inside her cunt increasing with every thrust.
Fish-eyes knew she was going to cum, and he didn't want it to be on his hand. He wanted to get his throbbing penis all the way up into that tight little pussy and feel her cumming all around his stiff cock! It was time to ram into her moistiy heated pussy with his hard, long cock, and he could almost taste the way it was going to feel inside there when he let loose all his pent-up cum and felt it flooding around his cock deep up inside her cunt while she jumped and hollered with her own cumming.
Fish-eyes wanted this one fuck to make up for all the years he had subsisted in a rigged, loser's society, breaking his balls for the guys with the real loot, while he got paid off in pennies. It seemed almost better to him to be the bum he was and live from hand to mouth, than to go through life making other guys rich - only to be spit upon for his efforts. He looked at the lovely blonde-haired woman on the bed, her buttocks tilted upward now, and he knew he would have to fuck her one way or another soon before he spilled his cum out all over her churning white ass-cheeks. For an instant he considered ramming his throbbing cock into her ass that was so inviting and tempting, the little rosebud opening almost beckoning to him. But he wanted the feel of her young, tight pussy wrapped around him ... that was still the best way.
He slowly removed his hand from her cunt, moving his body up between her legs, spreading her ass-cheeks wide and guiding his smooth, hard cock into the opening between the wide-stretched thighs, his testicles aching painfully as desire built to a fiery need. He moved his fingers to the pink-tinged lips of Laura's glistening vagina, parting them, then pressing the rigid turbulence of his mushroom-shaped cock-head forward into the warm softness of the wet, soft folds of skin.
He emitted a loud groan. He had never felt anything like it before. It was every bit as good as he had imagined. Laura's hotly clasping cunt slipped over his lunging cock like a warm, wet glove, and he gasped aloud as the walls gave way to make room for his massive cock. His gasping cries mingled with the pleasure-sounds that were coming from Laura's throat, resounding lewdly in the small room.
As Fish-eyes let his weight down on her, shoving his large cock deeper inside her, Laura cried, "Aaaaaah!". She was trembling with uncontrollable emotion as she felt his throbbing cock thrust further and further up.into her squirming body. As the spongy head of his invading cock touched her cervix, the sensation suddenly snapped her back to the reality of what was happening. She became aware again that she was in a motel room, being used like a whore by a couple of repulsive derelicts. As she admitted to reality, the shame and degradation returned, and instead of bringing pleasure, Fish-eyes' plunging cock was now painful to her.
She began to scream frantically for him to stop, and hysterical sobs broke from her throat. Fish-eyes hardly heard her. He was too close to the point of cumming now, as he had never cum before, deep up into her forbidden cunt, intruding into the hot passageway that he sought to widen and deepen with the force of his heavy prodding into her.
"Oh, you beautiful bitch! Fuck you! Fuck you! Oh, shit! Piss! Fuck!" He was completely oblivious to anything but the obscene joys that streamed over, his body as he felt his cum forming in his balls.
His lewd words echoed in the room, and penetrated into Laura's brain, increasing her shame as she felt his pile-driving thrusts grow more wild and uncontrolled, his pistoning cock impaling her mercilessly like a battering ram. When she tried to struggle, his excitement only rose higher. He didn't care about her screaming and crying now, he wanted to hear her cry out that he hurt her as he brutally rose and fell upon her helplessly pinioned body again and again.
Laura felt as if her back would break from the strain and she uttered a little prayer that she would somehow get out of this nightmare alive. That was all there was to hope for now ... every shred of self-respect she had ever had was destroyed by this rampaging animal.
A guttural stream of lewd words spewed from his mouth and with another savage thrust, Fish-eyes' tunneling cock burst inside her, shooting great jets of semen deep into her ravaged pussy as he twitched and moaned in the grasp of his overwhelming orgasm.
So engrossed and self-pitying had Laura been that she hadn't noticed that Jake had come to and had been lustfully watching the last few moments of her degradation. She turned her head as she felt him move, looking up to see the horrible sight of Jake's hardening cock waving close to her face.
"I'm gonna make you suck it, woman!" he said, ignoring Fish-eyes, who remained mounted on Laura's back. Jake moved close to her face, shoving his rigidly pulsing cock toward the pliancy of her mouth! She knew it would do no good to scream or struggle. He'd only beat her into unconsciousness again, and might even maim or kill her. The purplish-red mushroom-shaped head was right before her eyes, and she could see the tiny slit oozing a drop of clear fluid. She didn't dare to try to keep her mouth closed, for he was pushing insistently against her lips, hurting her so that she unwillingly opened her lips and teeth and accepted the quivering member deep into her opened mouth. The full thickness of his swollen cock crushed into the warm, wet cavern, and as he felt her engulf it, it drove Jake wild.
He had become totally aroused by watching Fish-eyes fuck her from the rear, and he couldn't control the urge to have her suck his cock until he came! He groaned in ecstasy as his turgid cock disappeared deep into her mouth, and filled her throat with its pulsating flesh.
He began to rapidly pump his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, raping her mouth as if it were her cunt. Laura could still feel Fish-eyes' tool thrust deep inside her, growing softer now, while the rigid cock of Jake filled her mouth and throat.
"Suck it! Suck it good!" Jake was screaming, as he felt that he could not prolong the delicious sensation another moment. "Aaarrrggghhh," he screamed. "I'm ccuuummmiiinnnggg!" He pulled her head close, holding it as he rammed his cock brutally in and out of her mouth, sending his lewd cum roaring like an unleashed torrent of molten lava far into the recesses of her gulping mouth, forcing her to swallow the obscenely steaming torrent of his semen so she wouldn't choke on the flooding stream.