Chapter 9
She spotted the motel sign ahead. Joanne slowed her Buick and signaled a turn into the drive. She was frightened of what lay ahead of her, but determined to follow through. She had to meet him. There was no other way. She had tried to think of some way out since he called this morning. She had agonized from the moment she saw Russ standing inside Bob's shop, laughing and talking with her husband. Then he had called her and given his conditions for not talking. She'd known he would call. She'd known what he would demand. She'd known she would have to comply.
She was not ready to tell Bob everything, not yet. There was too much that had to be accomplished before she could be sure enough of him for that. She needed more time, and fucking Russ Wilburn was the only way she could get that extra time. She shuddered at the thought, but wheeled the car into the motel nevertheless. She had to do this. There was no other way.
She drove slowly past the office, back toward the rooMs. The brunette strained to see the room numbers in the dark. Finally she caught the sequence and drove to the area of Russ Wilburn's room. Joanne sat in the car a few minutes, screwing her nerve back up. She wanted to back out. She wanted to run for a phone and call for Bob to come for her and save her from this. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
The motel room door was opened at her first tap. Russ smiled at her and drew her quickly into the room. Joanne gasped to see three other men with him. They had bottles set out on the dresser and appeared to have been boozing it up for some time.
"Here she is!" Russ announced to the others. "Didn't I tell you she was something special. Any of you ever seen tits like these?"
He cupped a tit for the men and grinned lewdly down at Joanne. The brunette gave him a sharp glare and walked over to the dresser. She poured herself a stiff drink and looked back at the crude salesman with disgust in her eyes. It was bad enough that he blackmailed her into meeting him. Showing her off like this to his drunken friends made it all that much worse. The revulsion she had felt for him before was magnified into raw hatred. The man was parading her like a common whore.
The men stared hungrily at her. The skinny, dark-haired man nearest her patted her on the ass, then grabbed her ass in a firm grip. He laughed as she jumped away from his touch, spilling her drink down the front of her dress.
"Hey, Russ," the man laughed, "she's a jumpy one! Clumsy, too. She poured her booze all over her dress."
"That don't matter," a coarse-looking younger man with unkempt blond hair chuckled. "She ain't gonna have her clothes on very much anyway."
"Come on, baby," the fourth member of the group urged her, stepping in front and leering down at her. "Get the dress off so we can see what we've got for the evening."
Joanne looked up at the big, grinning men with thinning hair. The meaning of his words slowly dawned on her. Russ had invited them all to share her. She was to be fucked by them all. The little brunette felt panic sweep through her body. This was a hell of a lot more than she had bargained for. She shoved past the balding man and started for the door. Before she could reach it Russ caught her by the arm and spun her back toward him.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he demanded, holding her arm in a rough grip.
"Out of here," she flared. "Let go! I'm leaving. This is more than I bargained for."
"Aw come on now, honey," he laughed coarsely. "What's a little pussy between friends? You don't think I'm going to let my buddies starve while I eat a feast, do you?"
"You can go to hell for all I care!"
She was about to say more when his big hand came across her face. The brunette felt her head snap back from the force with which he slapped her. He pulled her against him and growled in her face.
"Enough of that. You came out here to be fucked, lady. And fucked is what you're gonna be. It doesn't matter whether I fuck you a dozen times or whether we split it up between us. You scream if you want to and get the manager in here. We'll swear that you just raised the price. We'll swear that we've all fucked you every time we've been in this part of the state. You drove up here to meet us tonight, so how are you going to dispute us?"
Joanne stared at him in horror. His eyes glittered at her with an intensity she had never seen before. There was no way out. She knew he'd do exactly what he threatened. Bob would never understand, nor would Bobby or Denni. She was trapped in this motel room. She was their plaything for the night.
Joanne felt her knees go weak as she realized her helplessness. She could only hope that they were drunk enough to pass out before they were too rough on her. She tried to swallow the hot, dry lump in her throat as Russ turned her back toward the others.
"That's better," he growled. "Now, let's get to know each other. That's Les, over there by the booze."
He indicated the skinny man who had grabbed her ass. Joanne waited passively while he introduced the other two men. The young blond was called Tip, the balding one was Roger. They each lifted a glass toward her as they were introduced, then downed their booze in a single gulp.
"Hey!" Les shouted. "We gonna stand around all night? Shit! I'm ready for some fucking. I need some of that pussy. Russ, I guess you get first ball, since you got her here. If you aren't ready, though, just say so and I'll knock off a piece of that while you build up a hard."
"Go to hell, Les!" the big salesman laughed. "I've been waiting to fuck this tail for weeks. You heard him," he told Joanne as he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. "They're all hot to fuck. We better get you on the bed and in action fast."
He pulled the dress roughly. She heard it tear as he dragged it down from her shoulders and let it drop from her hips. The men gaped at her as she stood before them in bra and panties. They whistled and moistened their lips, lust glowing all over their faces.
"Look at that!" Tip breathed in admiration. "Just look at all that sweet pussy standing there. God! My cock is jerking already."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock to emphasize his point. Joanne looked at the thick pecker in disgust as Russ unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her. His hand grabbed a tit and twisted it painfully about her chest while his other tugged her panties down to her thighs.
"Hey, Russ!" Tip suggested. "How about her blowing me while you fuck her? Man, my cock can't take much of this. You can't get your prick in but one hole at a time, no matter how big it is."
She felt Russ tense as he considered the suggestion. His hand froze over her tit while his other paused where it had begun to grab at her pussy. Joanne saw the excitement on the faces of the other men.
"Go ahead," Roger suggested, "let her suck him. That way Les and I can get in our fucks before Tip stretches her pussy with that short, wide meat of his."
"What the hell," Russ agreed as he lifted Joanne and tossed her onto the bed. "It don't matter that much to me. Let her blow you. Just keep your hands off her tits while I'm fucking. I want to play with those myself."
"O.K.," Tip agreed.
Russ motioned the younger man to the bed. He grabbed Joanne by her hips and swung her onto her stomach. She watched the young blond crawl on the bed and spread his legs. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He shoved his shorts down and pulled his cock and balls over the top of the elastic band. The man grinned at her as he held the thick, stubby pecker out to her.
"Here you are, baby," he told her. "Get to licking this meat. I don't want any shy little kisses. I want a good hard sucking. You understand?"
She heard the sound of Russ dropping his clothing behind her. The bed sagged as the big man climbed up behind her and fitted himself between her thighs. He lifted her ass until he could run his hot prick beneath her and up against her pussy. She felt the head throbbing against her cuntlips as Tip scooted himself toward her. She sighed in resignation and reached for the thick pecker as Russ lunged his cock against her dry cunt. She caught the younger man's prick and pumped the skin along the shaft for a few moments.
"Ahhhhh!" he sighed. "That sure feels good. Now let's see what you can do with that pair of lips."
"You leave her alone until I get her over this cock back here," Russ growled.
A big hand came around her and clamped over one of her tits. He squeezed the heaving glove and pinched the nipple between two fingers. His cock forced its way between the lips of her cunt and pressed roughly into her clit. Joanne knew she was not yet lubricated enough to take so much cock into her cunt without pain. She twisted her ass in an attempt to delay the brutal thrust that would send the rock-hard prick tearing through her pussy. Russ hunched, but she was able to divert the direction of his cock each time. She heard him panting in frustration as he struggled to get into her.
"Stop wiggling, damn it!" he snarled. "I can't take all night for one little fuck. There's other men waiting."
He removed the hand from her tit and grabbed her hips in both hands. He held her steady and gave a violent shove of his cock. Joanne gasped in pain as the huge rod stretched her tender cunt and forced its way into her.
"Ahhhhhh!" Russ panted at his success. "Now ride that cock, honey. You ride the hell out of it. I want to feel that tight little pussy go crazy."
The brunette winced at the pain and reached for Tip's prick. Her tits shuddered as Russ got both hands on them and rolled them around while he rammed the big cock up into her cunt. The pressure of the cock against her clit as it pumped her finally forced her pussy to secrete enough oil to ease the discomfort. Joanne began to feel the stimulation of the fuck despite her revulsion. The cock drove sensuously through her cunt, sending shivers of erotic sensation through her body.
Tip grabbed her head in his hands and forced her face down onto his cock. The brunette took the big knob into her mouth and licked over it while she pumped the skin along the shaft. When Tip almost choked her by hunching upward into her throat she decided that her safest course would be to bring him to orgasm as soon as possible. He was shoving her head over his cock and hunching it upward like a madman. She sucked sharply on the cock as she reached beneath and began to finger his balls.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" he gasped. "This broad knows how to treat a man. That's a sweet little mouth. I hope her pussy is treating your pecker right, Russ. She's sure sucking the hell out of mine!"
Joanne shuddered as Russ increased the tempo of his fucking. The cock seemed to be lifting her into the air with each long, lust-maddened thrust. He pulled roughly on her tits, then mashed them flat into her chest and twisted the aching nipples. Despite it all, though, her cunt was still responding to the driving presence of his cock.
"Ahhhlihhh!" Tip gasped as he pumped upward toward her throat with renewed intensity.
Joanne was thankful that his cock was no longer. A pecker the length of the one in her cunt would be forcing its way into her throat and choking her. As it was, she had trouble to keep from gagging on the mouthful of meat. She pulled on his balls and sucked harder. Suddenly she blew on his cock. She tightened her lips over the shaft and blew and sucked alternately.
"Eeeeeeeoooooowwwww!" Tip cried out as his pecker trembled in her mouth. "Ooooooooowww-wwww! Here it comes, baby! Eat that good cum!"
The force of his charge came awfully close to strangling the woman. She felt the spewing semen fill her mouth. She tried to get loose from the cock so she could spit it out. Tip kept his tight hold on her head, however, and gave her no opportunity. She held the jism in her mouth as long as she could, then gave in and forced a swallow. Joanne shuddered as the acrid cum went down. She fought back the nausea as more came gushing from the throbbing cock.
"Uhhhhhh!" she heard from Russ as he grunted and groaned in the ecstasy of his fuck. "Uhhhhhhhh! Damn! What a tight pussy! What a hot tight pussy!"
She twisted her ass more wildly. This time she twisted to heighten the contact between cunt and cock. If a tight fit excited Russ, she'd give him a tight fit. She'd make the friction as great as possible to bring him to orgasm as soon as she could. This was going to be her only defense tonight. As long as she could get them to blow their wads quickly, they wouldn't be too rough on her. She was even aware of the bitter irony of it all. She had met Russ because she was disgusted with one-minute fucks. Now she was trying desperately to get the shortest fucks possible.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" he panted as his cock shuddered in her. "You got me, baby! You got me ready to blow it all into you! I want to fill that little pussy of yours with cum! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Joanne swallowed the last of Tip's cum as Russ erupted inside her. The cock rammed about her frantically as it unloaded its hot juice. She felt her body respond to the warm explosion inside her. She shook with the big man as he held her in the air and pumped his load into her trembling body.
"Uhhhhhh!" he kept grunting. "Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Take it, baby! Take this cum in that pussy!"
Tip had already withdrawn his cock by the time Russ completed his mammoth orgasm. Joanne felt weak and dazed from the experience. She sank onto the bed as Russ finally pulled his long cock out of her cunt. She lay there, her tits and pussy aching from the rough treatment. She ached, but she felt a deep inner warmth at the same time. She had taken on two rough men together and given them satisfaction. She just had to look at the smiles of delight on their faces to know that.
"Hey, men," Roger said. "Get out of the way. There's two more cocks here ready to fuck!"
He gulped down the remainder of his drink and set the glass down. Joanne watched in resignation as the fat man slipped out of his clothes and walked to the bed. His cock quivered in its excitement as he looked lustfully down at her luscious body.
The brunette looked up at him, hoping he might give her a few minutes to recover. The lust on his face convinced her that she would be wasting her time even to ask. Roger was ready to fuck. The balding man wanted her now, not five minutes from now. Watching her being fucked by Russ had only increased his desire.
"Got a new way I want to try out," he announced to her. "Fucked that way years ago, but not since I added all this weight. Still, you ought to be happy about it. If it works you won't have to have all my weight on top of you."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her. He pulled her to the side of the bed and looked excitedly at her tits, still red from the treatment Russ had given them. She felt a slight relief at the sudden softness in his eyes. His cock was still hard and erect, but his eyes looked at her softly. Then Joanne realized they were only dazed from his drinking. She watched the heaving of his giant stomach as he pulled her to the floor.
"Climb up here," he told her, indicating his cock. "Wrap your legs around my waist as you sit your pussy down on my prick. You ever fucked sitting down before?"
She shook her head, trying to estimate if she could spread her thighs wide enough to get them around all that gut. There was nothing to do but try. She straddled his legs and began to squirm up his huge thighs to bring her pussy over the waiting cock. By pushing it down and forward she was able to get it to the lips of her cunt. She spread her legs as much as possible, but he was too large for her to get on him. At least she thought so until he grabbed her ass and pulled her roughly.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Her legs felt like they were going to snap off at her hips. Joanne was almost positive he had cracked her pelvis with the force with which he pulled her over his cock. He had her on it, though. He had her impaled on his rod, and was smiling drunkenly at her. He held her there with one hand while his other began to paw over her tits. He leaned toward her and kissed her. His big tongue slammed between her lips and parted them. She felt him suck on her mouth passionately, then draw back.
"Goddamn, Tip," he called over his shoulder. "You got the stinkingest cum I ever tasted. You got her whole damn mouth contaminated. She won't be worth kissing for a month."
The other men laughed at his comment, except for the recipient of his insult.
"Go to hell, you fat bastard," Tip answered. "You want to fuck her or you want to tell jokes?"
"Just want to show you amateurs a new way to get some pussy," Roger answered. "This way you got her tits right there against you, standing up real pretty. Girl like this has tits enough that they stand up even when she's flat on her back. Sometimes, though, you fuck a broad with tits that disappear into her when she lays down."
He ran his hands sensuously back and forth across her breasts, then caught one nipple with his thumb and the other with a finger. He pressed them into the spongy tits and rolled them in tiny circles. Joanne felt the tingle in them, despite her continuing discomfort at having her legs spread so wide. As he teased her nipples he began to rock back and forth with her. The movement provided a surprising stimulation to her clit.
The brunette wrapped her legs tightly about his waist. Tightening them into the flabby flesh eased her discomfort enough for her cunt to begin its response to the rolling, teasing motions of his body. Her pussy quivered about his cock as it pressed back and forth along her cunt walls.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" he panted as he rocked. "Uhrihhhhhh!"
He moved his hand from her ass, once he was sure she would hold herself in position with her legs. He pulled her against his chest and rubbed her tits with his body as he rocked. He pulled her face to his and began kissing her again. This time he made no joke to Tip. Instead, he filled her mouth with his enormous tongue.
The passionate swabbing of his tongue and the soft motion of his body joined with the stimulation of his cock to make Joanne almost dizzy. She felt the room swirling. She was not sure whether they were in the same position or whether they had somehow changed. She felt a dizzy glow about her. She felt the throbbing of his cock and the trembling of her tits. She shivered to the strange loss of equilibrium and hung to him tightly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as his cock began to pulse more strongly in her.
Joanne was. sure he had stood up with her. She hung tightly and twisted her ass about his pecker as he thrust it upward at the same time that he rolled back and forth. Finally, she had no doubt of a change in position. He placed her down on her back and fucked her wildly on the bed. His cock lunged and plunged in wild frenzy until it began to unload in her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, her pussy responding to the conforting warmth of his cum. He didn't explode in her. He gently flooded her with his cum. She felt the creamy semen oozing into her pussy as her own cum flowed with it.
Roger rolled onto his side as soon as he had unloaded in her. The brunette kissed him tenderly in appreciation. All that effort of his, she wanted to believe, was to protect her from being crushed beneath his ponderous body. She snuggled against him and rubbed her tits on his chest.
"All right, damn it!" Les, the slender man, shouted to them. "None of that cuddling. Shit! We aren't in here to pet like teenagers. This broad is here to be fucked. I haven't gotten my cock in her pussy yet."
Joanne looked up as Les pulled Roger away from her and dragged her to the middle of the bed. She shuddered as he pounced on her, his long, lean cock driving immediately into her pussy.