Chapter 10
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tip cried as his cock shuddered in ecstasy, unloading its charge into Joanne's numb pussy.
The brunette held him as he bucked away above her. Her body ached from the constant fucking. Her tits burned with pain,' not with passion. She prayed that they would finish with her and let her go. She glanced about the room and felt some small measure of hope. Roger was already passed out on the other bed, his huge belly rising and falling heavily. Les and Russ sat on the floor leaning against the wall as they downed more of the booze. The big salesman's cock hung limply in front of him as if worn down from over use during the evening.
"Hey, watch old Tip ball away!" Les laughed. "The boy acts like he just started. I thought I was about fucked out until I watched him work her body over. Damn if he hasn't got my cock up again."
Russ waved his hand wearily in agreement to pass up any turn he might have coming. He smiled drunkenly and downed the remainder of his drink. He clumsily felt around the dresser for a bottle, and poured more booze into the glass, as well as over his legs.
"Go ahead," he said to the skinny man. "I couldn't get a hard-on if I had to."
Joanne squirmed beneath the youngest member of the party. Her attention was drawn from the two on the floor by the frantic way Tip worked on her tits. His cock lunged insanely into her. His hands lay across her tits, imprisoning her nipples between his middle and index fingers as he rolled the aching breasts about. She tried to roll her tits with his hands in order to lessen the ache in their muscles.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he slammed into her wildly, trying in vain to prolong his orgasm.
Joanne shuddered beneath him as he was forced to give up and let his half-limp pecker lie dormant in her cunt. She caressed his shoulders in hopes of calming him, thankful that he was no longer determined to twist her tits off her body.
"Just let it lay there," she urged him. "It feels nice and warm. Keep it inside me a few minutes and rest it."
She wanted desperately to hold him until Les could somehow lose interest in another fuck. She had been balled all night. She had been forced to suck each of the men. Three of the four had sucked her. She'd been fucked on her back and on her stomach. She'd been fucked sitting down and standing up. She'd been held on top, on the bottom and on her side. Her tits had been rubbed raw by rough hands and ramming cocks. She had pleaded with them to let her go home. They had assured her that just as soon as they were all fucked out she'd be free to leave, but not until then.
"Stop monopolizing the pussy," the skinny Les snarled at Tip. "If you're through fucking her, move over."
Joanne sighed heavily as Tip withdrew his cock and complied with the older man's orders. She looked up into eyes that glittered with drunken pleasure. There was a deeper spark that disturbed her more. Les had some new position for her. The brunette waited in exhausted anxiety for him to tell her how he wanted it.
"Roll over," he ordered harshly. "Roll over and get your ass up in the air. I've been looking at that ass all night. Now I want to find out just how sweet it fucks."
Joanne obeyed automatically. She had heard such language all night and did not comprehend his meaning until he crawled up behind her and began to jab his lean cock along the crack of her ass. Suddenly it dawned on her that he actually mean to fuck her asshole. She began crawling forward, instinctively fighting against taking the hard meat into her tiny asshole.
"Hey!" she heard Tip cry from beside her. "Les is trying to stick it up her ass."
"Yeah," Russ observed dryly from the floor. "The fool thinks he can get it in there without any grease on it. What do you think, Tip? Think maybe he can manage it?"
"Look at the broad fight him," Tim laughed. "She sure don't think so. I guess maybe he'll make it. His cock's not that thick. I'll bet she's passed lots of turds thicker than Les."
"You bastards stop making jokes and hold her for me" the skinny man panted as he tried to pull Joanne's ass back toward his hot pecker. "Get hold of her and hold her down while I get this cock in that crazy ass."
"Please!" Joanne whispered up to Tip, her eyes pleading. "Please, I've never done it that way. He'll tear me for sure."
"Listen to her beg," Les laughed. "She just doesn't know what she's been missing. Get this cock up your tail, honey, and you won't let anybody fuck you any other way."
"Please!" she repeated, looking over at Russ, who had staggered over to the bed and was sitting on the other side of her. "Please! Haven't I let you guys do it every other way! Can't you let me go without this? I'll give him a good fuck the regular way. I promise I'll fuck him back as hard as he likes. I'll suck him off if he wants. Don't let him do this, though. Please!"
Her pleas only drove the men to further excitement. Russ laughed at her and grabbed her shoulders to hold her. He held her firmly on the bed, his hand grabbing her tit and mashing it about her chest. Tip followed his example on the other side. She saw both of their cocks swelling from the excitement and from the feel of her struggling body.
"Tell you what," Russ whispered in her ear. "You give Les his ass-fuck. You let him get into that ass while you play with these two cocks up front. You take his load in your ass and jerk me and Tip off with your hands and mouth. You do that, and we'll let you go back home."
The brunette hoped earnestly that he meant his promise. She had to accept the offer. She tensed her body as Les held her ass in both hands and rubbed his cock against her asshole. He pressed into the hole and moved his prick in small circles.
"Relax that damn hole," he muttered. "You have your ass too tense. Just act like you're about to crap. Shit down on me as I go in there. Then it won't hurt so much. Besides, you'll discover how much fun it can be."
Joanne hoped he knew what he was doing. She hesitantly tried as he suggested. The momentary relaxation gave him his chance. The cock jammed quickly into her tender asshole, stretching it painfully.
"Ohhhh!" the woman cried, twisting against the painful cock which slowly moved deeper into her. She jumped as Les slapped her roughly across her hips.
"No more of that, damn it!" he snarled. "You take this cock and like it or I'll leave your ass nothing but bruises."
Joanne wanted to cry. She wanted to plead and beg. She felt the force with which Russ and Tip held her and resigned herself to the ordeal. Slowly she made herself comply with their will.
The brunette reached out and took a cock in each hand. She pumped the hard shafts while she pressed her insides downward against the prick which was slipping further into her ass. Les had been telling the truth. The pressure did ease the discomfort. It did not take it away, but it reduced it considerably. She gritted her teeth and hand-fucked the men at her shoulders while they grappled lustily at her tits.
"Ahhh!" Tip moaned as his cock began to jump in her hands.
Joanne pumped him harder, let her hand drop to his balls, then grabbed the lunging shaft to pump with more vigor. She squeezed the fat pecker as she drove the skin back along the shaft. She concentrated her attention on the cocks in an effort to escape the pain Les was bringing to her ass with his lunging, driving prick.
"Ohhhh!" the Tip cried, rolling about as his cock got ready to explode. "Suck it, baby! Suck it while I shoot off! Take it, baby, take all that cum!"
He twisted his body to get the head of his cock to her lips. Joanne licked across the hot knob as she kept up her pumping. She was glad that the uncomfortable position kept him from driving the rod up into her throat. She had almost been choked to death several times in the last hours by such cock lunges. She closed her lips over the head and sucked firmly while she increased the frenzied pumping of her hand.
"Uhhhhh!" she heard from behind her. "Damn, what a soft, sweet ass. You guys never got your peckers in such a tight little ass as this."
The hot prick rammed wildly into her as Joanne realized how well her ass had finally adjusted to its presence. She could feel every throb of the slender rod; she could pulse with every rippling spasm that shook it. The tight fit of her ass was driving Les to a frenzy. She felt a sudden elation. The pain such a tight fit was causing her was forcing the skinny man into a quick orgasm. She began to pump her ass back and forth over his cock in an attempt to hurry him along.
"She likes it!" he yelled, misunderstanding her actions. "She's decided that she likes a cock up her ass. Look at the way she shakes that rump. Look at how she rolls these sweet cheeks."
He caressed her ass as he fucked with wilder abandon. Joanne gasped in unconscious delight at her ability to drive him into this deeper frenzy. She sucked madly on Tip's pecker and stretched the skin down the shaft as though to strip it away and leave the prick bare and red. The young blond lifted his ass off the bed in the intensity of his response to her sucking. He drove his cock upward into her mouth as his hands clawed frantically at her tit.
"Ohhhh!" he gasped. "I'm going to blow my wad into her!"
"Shoot it off, damn it!" Russ answered gruffly. "Hell, man, she can't suck me until she finishes with you. Blow your wad in her so I can get some relief over here."
Joanne shuddered as the thick pecker trembled ecstatically, then spewed its sharp cream into her mouth. She sucked strongly, determined to drain the cock as fast as she could. She sucked the last of Tip's wad as she pumped her ass over Les to force the skinny man over the edge and into his orgasm. Joanne swallowed the younger man's cum and immediately took Russ' big pecker in her mouth. She twisted about the bed, feeling the heat of the prick in her, feeling the impassioned grasping of hands at her tits and over her ass and thighs.
"Mmmmm!" she heard herself murmur as one of them got a hand on her pussy and ran his finger-up her cunt.
She rode the fiery prick in her ass and sucked the monster cock of Russ while she found herself helpless to resist exploding in response to the demanding pressure on her clit and through the trembling passage of her cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" Les cried as his cock heated up and fired its load into her.
He pumped frantically as the cum filled her passage. He worked his finger in wide, sensuous circles within her pussy until she was about to scream despite the mouthful of suddenly erupting cock. The room was a hazy, whirling mass of lights as Joanne joined the two men in their final explosive orgasMs. She pulsed with them. She writhed and tossed with them. She felt their cum fill her. Her mouth was overflowing with Russ' cum. Her ass was dripping with the skinny man's semen. Her pussy was pouring out her own cum. She writhed and tossed until the three of them collapsed toward the already limp body of Tip.
"Damn!" Russ signed loudly. "That was some hell of a fuck!"
No one answered immediately. No one had the energy to talk. Joanne listened to the drunken snores of Roger, the deep sighs of Tip. She felt the limp cock slide out of her ass. She took a deep breath, fearing that the excitement just over might encourage one of the others to try it the same way as Les. The brunette knew her body would be unable to take any of the other cocks that way. The slenderest one had hurt her enough.
"Ready, baby?" Russ asked her.
Joanne looked over to see his eyes watching her. She gasped in fear that he might be getting ready for another turn. She would fight even more fiercely this time. She would bite and scratch and knee them. They'd have to knock her out if they planned any more ass-fucking.
"You ready to go home?" the big salesman asked her.
She gasped in surprise, then felt distrust sweep over her. Was he leading her on? Was this another sick joke?
"You've just about got time to get home and get cleaned up," he told her calmly. "Before Bob shows up."
The salesman started laughing at the expression on her face. He reached over and patted her ass affectionately. Joanne read the satisfied amusement in his eyes.
"Get your clothes and get the hell out of here," he told her. "I found out your husband's plans for tonight. It wasn't difficult. I wasn't about to keep you here too long. Can't take a chance on Bob finding out about us, can we? Long as he doesn't suspect anything I've got free access to that pussy of yours. Damn if I want a good thing ruined by an extra fifteen minutes. Go on! Get moving!"
Joanne shuddered at his words and climbed out of the bed. Her body ached all over as she struggled back into her clothes. Her heart ached even more as she realized that Russ had no intention of this being their only meeting. The big bastard was planning on using her every time his business brought him to this section of the state. She trembled in anger and disgust. The thought of having regular evenings like this made her want to vomit. There was no way she could keep going through this.
She stepped through the door, anxious to get into the fresh air and away from the combined smell of booze and cum which filled the room. Joanne stepped out and slammed the door quickly behind her. She turned and inhaled deeply of the crisp night air. She stretched her body, hoping the soft breeze would have a cleansing effect on her body. She felt dirty and sticky.
The brunette shivered against the coolness in the air and walked to her car. She climbed into the Buick and relaxed into the soft seat. Joanne was startled to glance at the electric clock on the dash and see how early it still was. She'd only been in the motel for five hours. It had seemed like all night. It seemed to have lasted for a week. She shook her head in disbelief as she turned the key and backed the car out of the drive.
As she hit the open highway, Joanne pressed down on the accelerator. She wanted to feel the sensation of speed. Perhaps she could leave all that behind her if she could somehow drive fast enough. It was also possible that speed would help her to think more rapidly. She had to think it all over. She had to devise some way to prevent seeing Russ Wilburn again. She had to be free to tell him to go fuck himself without endangering her marriage and her home.
Her racing thoughts, however, kept returning to her own participation in the evening. Joanne became disgusted with herself as much as with the men. She had soared into too many orgasms during the fucks. Despite all the degradation, she had still been stimulated by their cocks. She felt as dirty as they were.
Joanne tried to concentrate on her driving and divert her mind from its recollection of her own lusty activity. Still her thoughts returned to herself. Would even Betty have been such a perfect partner for the foursome? The brunette shuddered at the thought of her body always wanting more and more sex. This had all begun out of her frustration. That was better than where she was now, though. At least she didn't feel so dirty and cheap in those days.
She sped along the highway until she saw the lights of the town ahead of her. She thought of the thrill of a warm shower. She wanted to stand for an hour and soap herself. She wanted a hard spray of water to pound over her skin and erase the evening.