Chapter 3
The sound of taps came drifting down the hallway from the loudspeaker. Captain Miriam Garner went up and down with her lieutenants, opening room doors for the bed check. When they were finished, Beth Smith came up to her and stood close.
"I've got a new toy, Miriam," she said huskily, emphasizing the word with her full lips and big mouth. "Want us to come over and try it out on you tonight?"
Miriam looked at her. She remembered the episode three nights ago with the snap cock. . The girls-had reamed her body out, cunt and ass, with the slippery rod, until it was no thicker than a pencil. And she hadn't been able to keep her mouth off Judy's freshly shaved pussy. It was exciting to suck on bald cunt. You could take the whole thing into your mouth and slip your tongue over -the satiny surfaces without getting it rasped raw with cunt hair.
She'd been hot as hell the other night. The trouble was, Beth knew it and kept at her body with that soap, running it in and out of her pussy and her asshole as if stabbing her with it.
The trouble was, Beth was getting put of hand. - "Maybe tomorrow night, Beth," she said, running her eyes over the big tits and the packed ass she knew was under the skirt,
"You said you were going in town tomorrow night to play cards with that group." She lowered. her voice and pushed her soft tit against Miriam's arm. "it's a nice toy, Miriam. It vibrates and screws around and around inside your cunt and makes you come hard. Judy loves it.
Miriam licked her lips, wishing she didn't feel the dirty little tingles rippling through -her- belly. She didn't even like Beth very much. Beth was ha sexual release, that was all. And the fat-assed bitch was good at it. Being so good had gone to herhead. She was trying to take over, now-getting too bossy, too self assured. It was going to have to stop.
"Then let Judy play with it tonight," Miriam said.
Beth looked at her for a moment, puzzlement showing on her face. Then she laughed in that rich, throaty way and leaned into Miriam again.
"What's the matter, Captain? Are you feeling a little love sick or something? The thought of Cadet Thomas doing shower duty with me instead of with you nagging you? Well, I keep telling you, nothing happened. Nothing at all. She was very reluctant. She simply isn't ready yet."
"Thomas has nothing to do with it, Beth," she said quickly-too quickly. "I just-I'm just too tired tonight. That's all. Maybe Sunday. We'll have the whole day, then."
Beth moved her mouth and looked at Miriam-for a lingering moment, her dark eyes flicking up and down the thin frame, over the pretty, perpetually young face. The captain didn't look to be in her mid-thirties at all. Army life had agreed with her. Or maybe it was Lez life.
"All right. Captain," she said, her voice tinged with insolence. "Sunday it is. If you can wait that long, so can I."
"Good night, Beth," Miriam said, turning.
Beth didn't respond. She watched thoughtfully as Miriam walked briskly down the hallway toward the door. Then she saw it. The slight pause, the hesitation as she passed by the door to Vera Thomas's room. She smiled slowly to herself,and her mind started to race.
She'd been on. Miriam had the hots for Thomas. The captain was getting tired of her two lieutenants and was looking for some new pussy to cultivate-after They were commissioned next summer and left Bronson.
The problem at hand now was to figure out the strategy for breaking Vera Thomas in and presenting a willing girl to the captain in exchange for a cushy assignment. She turned and stalked slowly to the room she shared with Judy at' the end of thc hall. She'd go it over with Judy. Judy was good at strategy problems. Beth was good at the tactics. Together, they'd get Thomas ready.
They'd make her cry and crawl on her knees to get fucked.
Miriam Garner stopped on the way to her cottage, standing in the warm, night beside a big oak tree. There were redwood benches in a circle about the huge trunk. A tingle of mock orange and oleander bushes made a screening amphitheater for the treeand the benches, a-private little area on a campus that was otherwise largely barren.
From where she sat, she could see the upper floor of the girl's dorm in one direction and the bedroom corner of her cottage in the other. She could see a light on through the undraped window and remembered the old envelope of faded snapshots she'd dug out of the bottom of the drawer and spread out on the dining room table.
She tipped her head back and looked at the stars through the leaves of the oak. She drew in a deep lungful of air and let it out slowly. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She closed them and saw the old pictures again, the ones she'd taken of him so long ago, back when she was a teenager-an age when nothing could possibly ever go wrong.
A choked sound came from her throat, and she gritted her teeth and shook her head and swore softly and gutterally.
What in God's name was she going to do? He was coming tomorrow. Sometime tomorrow, Saturday. Most probably in the evening. That's why she'd had to put Beth off until Sunday. Not because of cards.
But because Paul Thomas was coming to Bronson.
She sighed heavily again. She couldn't avoid him. There was no way she could avoid her duty as officer in charge. She'd found the message in her box at headquarters. She hadn't even talked to him, had the chance to try to pass him off to someone else. He was coming, and she'd been assigned to meet him because Audrey had gotten a pass to leave campus for the weekend.
She wondered if his voice still sounded the same, She knew he couldn't look the same. Not after nearly eighteen years. He would be forty now, not twenty-two. His face would have a few lines, his hair maybe a little gray.
She tried to imagine him with a pot belly, a sagging butt, white, oily skin and flabby arms. An aging, balding, unattractive man, now, instead of the beautiful specimen he'd been back when she was a silly teenager and had been his mistress. His child mistress.
She wept openly in the moonlight, shaking her head with disgust and self pity. Mistress! For two months of maddened, wild, unrestrained fucking. She hadn't been a mistress. She'd been a cunt hole for him to fuck his cock into and fill with gallons of cum. She'd tried to compute it once. It had to be gallons. And one infinitesimal fraction of a drop of; all that cum had done it a job, deep in her young, fertile womb.
She hadn't told him about it. There hadn't been any point. He'd quit seeing her. An argument one night, and then she'd run away, far from him, far from home. She'd done it because he'd hurt her. She'd done it to have the baby free of shame. She'd found a childless couple to take her and the baby, and she'd continued to run. She'd found the best hiding place of all, finally, here in the Army the ultimate swamp.
But she hadn't been able to stop herself from keeping track of the son she bore. She'd watched him grow from afar, walking past the schoolyard at recess, taking telephoto shots of him at the circus, always seeing to it somehow that her duty assignments were somewhere nearby.
Now she was too near-much too near. She saw him every day, now. It was wearing her down. Several times, she'd nearly stopped him to tell him that she was his mother, and that was no goad. That would just destroy them both.
Now it was all snarling into &fat, tangled ball of string, because his father was coming tomorrow and might see the boy. He would have to know the boy was his, because he was a carbon copy of Paul, even if his name was now Cadet Frank Cobb.
Miriam sighed again, her body shuddering as she drew in the night air and let it out. She'd known there was something terribly familiar about Vera, even from the day of registration, when she'd seen the slim, beautiful girl with the violet eyes standing in line with the others. After receiving the message that her father, Paul Thomas, was coming, the reason she looked familiar was clear.
The odds for its happening were too small to compute, but all the pieces had come together, and it was real. Her son and his daughter, both at the same small, obscure military academy at the same tune, and she, mother and mistress, an officer there.
She stood up and walked slowly along the path to her cottage, wondering how, on top of all the rest of it, she was going to explain to Beth why she hadn't gone into town tomorrow night after all. Not that Beth deserved an explanation for anything-even her true function for Miriam. There was only one purpose for Beth-the same as air the other girls before her . . . sex. Sex without fear of pregnancy again. No more than that. Her apparent Lesbianism was nothing more than the fear of getting knocked up by a man's spurting prick. Once was enough.
She'd thought of getting herself operated on, but never had. In the back of her mind always lay the hope that something would turn out right in her crummy life, that she might meet a man she could fall in love with and want to marry -and have children by. The trouble was, after Paul, she hadn't wanted anything to do with another man for years. Now it was a habit, a state of mind. The thought of changing now grew increasingly burdensome, and she was to the point of being resigned to spending the rest of her lifetime having her cunt sucked and finger fucked and dildoed off by an endless parade of faceless women. So, why get cut now.
She was so absorbed with her thoughts she didn't hear the rustle behind her in the bushes, just as she was entering her cottage. Then there was a rush, a dark bag over her head, and strong arms pushing her inside. She heard the door close and knew there were two of them.
She started to scream inside the bag, but a powerful forearm came around her throat and choked her breath off. She tried her best judo move, but he'd been expecting it and blocked it. Then it was too late. The pounding in her head and the purple flashes at the backs of her eyes told her she was blacking out.
"Easy, man-don't choke her dead," one of them said. "No fun to fuck a corpse. I wanna feel her tight Lez cunt jiggle and suck around my cock, not just lie there."
"She's all right, Peter, I know what I'm doing. Just make her a little drowsy so we can fix her up." The stink of cheap booze was strong.
The other one laughed. "Who you calling a peter, you peter?"
"That's us, don't forget. No names. This here's a captain we're fucking with."
"A goddamn Lez bitch, you mean." He squeezed her fit roughly. "Damn, that's nice! Hurry up and black her out, man. Remember, we flipped for first fuck, and I won."
"Still say you had a two-headed nickel, you bastard. There, she's about ready-catch her. What'd you do with the fucking rope?"
It was the last thing Miriam heard. A black, swirling hole came up and sucked her into it, and she didn't know what happened until she came to on her bed. -
At least, it felt like her bed. She couldn't see. There was a totally black cloth over her eyes and something stuffed into her mouth so that her first yell was completely muffled and nearly soundless. Her arms were stretched over her head, and she discovered she couldn't move them because her wrists were tied securely to the headboard: Her legs were spread open and tied at the ankles as well. A draft of air passed over her belly and thighs, and she knew she was stripped naked.
"Damn, damn," the one said, over and over. "Just look at that cunt of hers-au slick and shitty and bald as a baby's butt Man, am I gonna eat the piss right out of that twat!" "I thought you-were gonna fuck it."
"I am, man, I am! One thing at a time! Quit bugging me. Go suck on those gorgeous tits or something."
"I want to lick her ass. Did you see the tight cheeks on her ass? That deep, cock-gripping crack between them? Damn, Peter, we've got us a real prize piece of woman here, you know it? Who'da thought there was all this woman under that goddamn uniform!"
Yeah..; "a sound of awe, "But how are we gonna work it with her mouth-the gag, and all. I gotta feel those full sweet lips around my hard prick."
"Bitch might bite it off, Peter, best not think about that."
"Shit-she gets a taste of cock in her Lez cunt, and she's gonna suck us both dry wanting more. At the same time!" He laughed.
Miriam listened. She tossed her head from side to side, trying to see who they were. The whole world was black. She humped her hips up and down, trying to struggle free, fear gripping her at the first touch of a hand on her naked hip-a man's hand! The first in nearly eighteen years!
"What the hell you waiting for? Look at her squirm, Peter-she wants your prick real bad!"
The one near her head cupped her tits, squeezing them and rolling them over her chest. She felt his breath on them. Then warm, wet lips sucked the spired tips, one after the other, drawing the nipples out and letting them snap back. She moaned inside the gag, shuddering.
She felt the other one touching all around her pussy, exploring the slick, soft area where her bush should have been. He squeezed and pinched and felt her all over, cupping her twat with the flat of his hand. Damn Beth for making her shave her cunt!
"Oh, man, I can't wait to eat this bald pussy!" Miriam groaned again, her hips jerking. His tongue licked all over her naked cunt. His lips sucked up the folds of her flesh. He pried her pussy lips apart with his finger and lapped all the way up her cunt crack from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue flipping into her succulent cunt hole and then- flicking the -tip of her clit. She made a small sound and jerked her hips wildly in spite of herself. He lapped at her again and again, then put his lips to her cut and sucked, flicking the tiny organ with his tongue tip all the while. She couldn't help it when her body began to respond. The man at her tits was bathing them with his mouth. The nipples were erect and rubbery. She felt her cunt tunnel squirm and knew her juices were starting to flow, betraying her. He wasn't as good as Beth, but he-was good. She couldn't stop the quick jerk and thrust of her hips and the small shiver of orgasm that rippled through her body, making her whimper behind her gag. "You liked that, huh, Captain? You like a man's mouth on your pussy? Good as a Lez bitch's mouth, isn't it. Mmrn, you got a hot cunt down here. It's all slick and juicy, now, full of Lez honey. All slippery and ready for my big cock! Want to feel it now? Want to see what a prick feels like all hard and ready to hick your pussy?" He laughed softly and moved up the bed. She got a whiff of his male scent and then instantly felt the hard, hot, velvety head of his prick being pushed around her nose, across her lips, along the side of her cheek. A string of wetness showed the trail it had made, showing her how ready he was. She remembered that. The way Paul's prick had leaked clear fluid when he was hot and ready to fuck her. "Come on, Peter, hurry up and screw her. A guy can suck tits just so long."
"Then get on her chest and hick 'em, man. Don't bug me. Hey; tome here a minute. Let's give her.a real feel of cock."
Miriam felt them both get off the bed. Then she had two fat, throbbing pricks in her hands as they lay them in her palms and curled her fingers around them.
She whimpered inside, remembering that, too-the touch of cock in her hand. Reflexively, she gripped them, hating herself the moment she did. Now they would think she wanted them to fuck her. So, she squeezed as hard as she could, trying to hurt them.
"Damn, she likes it, man! She likes cock! She's trying to jack us off!" He pumped his hips, fucking her hand, laughing:
She couldn't keep up the pressure. It wasn't working as intended anyway. The air drying her wet pussy and tits tickled. Her twat itched. She wanted to close her thighs and rub them together to stop the itching. She opened her hands, releasing their pricks, and grunted behind the gag, pointing with her forefingers toward it he best she could.
"Hey, Peter, what's this she's doing?"
"I think she wants the gag out, man. Is that what you want?"
Miriam nodded her head and grunted.
"So you can yell your mouth off right?"
She shook her head fervently, making whimpering sounds of pleading.
There was a long pause; "What do you think, man?"
"Ahh! She's just going to tell us not to fuck
Miriam steeled herself and then shook her head violently in negation.
"Okay, Captain. But you're in big trouble if you start screaming, you understand that? Big trouble. We won't be nice any more."
-Miriam nodded eagerly. She felt fingers hold her jaw. She remained still. The gag came out, but she knew it was right there over her mouth, ready to be stuffed back in. She worked her tongue, wetting the inside of her mouth.
"1 won't scream," she said first thing. "I promise I won't."
"What do you want to tell us?"
"Look, I don't know who you are and I know you've got me, You're going to fuck me no matter what, but there's
"You said it, baby!"
"Please! Oh, please! You'll make me pregnant! Don't come in my pussy! I know I can't stop you from fucking it, but don't come in it!"
She couldn't help cringing and writhing with fear. She couldn't keep the whimper from her voice, the trembling of her lips-all of it conduct most unbecoming an officer.
"Man, she's got to be kidding! Not blast that sweet pussy full of cum? Shit!"
There was another pause. "Hell, that's not much, Peter."
"Sure, not for you! You want to fuck her asshole!"
"Come in my asshole!" Miriam cried, stark fear making the words spill from her mouth. "Fill my ass up-just not in my pussy! Oh, please!"
"Sounds fair, Peter," the one said reasonably. "Look at her, she's scared shitless. Maybe it's her ripe time or something. It'd screw up her career and everything if we knock her up."
"What do you care, man?"
"I'm not a complete turd, damn it. Okay, it's a deal, Captain. Up your ass and in your mouth, but not in your cunt."
"Like hell! The bitch just doesn't want a cummy twat for her lezzy lovers, that's all! Wants it kept pure or some shit like that!"
"I said it was a deal, Peter! Now, get fucking, and be damn sure you jerk it."
"All right all right-shit!" He stomped back toward the foot of the bed, muttering.
Incredibly, she felt him yanking at the ropes binding her ankles. "What are you doing to me?" she asked quickly.
"Untying your goddamn legs, baby. So you can wrap them around my butt and pull my prick deep inside your pussy. You're gonna want to do that as soon as I stick it in," he cackled, "You're gonna want to put your feet on the bed and shove that sweet, bald cunt up around my cock like a goddamn whore!"
He fell onto the bed, crawling over her, rubbing his-belly across hers, twining his legs around her thighs. He sucked on her tits and then ran his hands under her asscheeks, lifting her hips up. Her thighs fell wide, and she could visualize her cunt thrusting shamelessly up toward his stiff cock.
"Oh, wait-not yet! Eat my pussy some more first. I liked the way you ate my pussy. You're so good!" She couldn't stop trembling with fear-the fear of having a ready, loaded-cock sliding up her cunt.
'No more delays, baby," he said. "Ready? Open wide. Ahhh, that's it. Pretty pussy. Pretty, naked, hairless pussy, all pink and wet for daddy's. cock!"
He held his breath and put the nose of it to -her cunt mouth. Miriam yipped with fright. She fell the velvety thing slip around over her soaked pussy flesh, lubricated by the juices that were leaking from the eye of his prick as will.
"No-no . . . ~'- she groaned, feeling it was too late already, feeling the long, tight, slow slide of his big cock into her body.
"Ohhhh, my God, she's tight, man! Tight! Hasn't had a cock in her for years! Like a goddamn virgin! Ohhhh, shit, what a fuck this is going to be!"
He sank down on top of her, imbedding his prick fully into the depths of her body. Miriam groaned again. This time, it was with a mixture of fright and sensation. To her total dismay, his cock felt good!
He shoved it deep and lay there, soaking in her tight cunt. His hands kneaded her asscheeks, her hips, the outsides of her thighs. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ass, and she couldn't believe the way they started flexing, urging his butt to move up and down, his hips to pump, his prick to fuck her.
"Ohhhh, man, she digs my cock! I knew she would! Bitches all pretend they don't like to get tucked, and then can't hold still when you start in on 'em!"
His hips pumped. His prick slid back and forth. His pubic bone ground down against her hairless twat, and her cut strained and burned for more. Shamelessly, she tossed her head and moaned, her mouth falling open and slack.
It was all the encouragement the other one needed. She smelled the scent of his prick, and then the velvety head was between her lips, the seeping oils from the tip bursting into her mouth with flavors nearly forgotten-tastes even headier than Paul's had been so tong ago.
"Suck my cock, Captain. I did you a turn, now you do me one. Suck on it real good."
He put his hand to the back of her head to guide her, then pulled slightly, running her mouth up the root of his prick. Miriam nearly gagged on the fat, heavy cock. She'd forgotten how to do this, how to keep from choking.
"Watch the teeth, damn it," he grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling, paining her. "Use your tongue. Oh, yeah-that's the way. Around and around the head, up and down the underside. That's it. Man, you haven't sucked much cock for sure, have you. Ohhhh, shit, you've got it now, Captain."
She could picture the way his prick jutted from his hips, protruded nearly straight out and punctured the soft, lewd circle of her sucking lips. She remembered the sight of tight balls under the hairy root, and she couldn't help moaning.
The man in her cunt was stroking her to dizzying heights. He was a good fucker. She guessed he was anyway. As good as she remembered Paul being.
His prick touched every curve along her sodden pussy walls, nudged open private pathways that hadn't felt a man's cock in years. He rode her so that her cut was in constant stimulation, and she couldn't stop the way her hips twisted and shook under his driving weight.
It was shameless. She couldn't believe the responses building in her body. The tips of her tits brushed his hairy chest, and it was stimulating to feel hair instead of soft boobs against her tits.
Her legs rocked over his pumping butt as she lifted her cunt up around his cock for more of the sensation he was giving her. At the same time, she couldn't keep her lips and tongue still around the prick fucked into her mouth.
She bobbed her head, letting him run in and out of the warm, soft circle she made of her lips. She felt his cockhead nudge at the back of her throat, and she dimly remembered what Paul had taught her-the way to open up and take it down without gagging.
She tried that, choked, and tried again, getting it. The man groaned heavily. His cock jerked in her throat, and oils seeped from the big eye at the end.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, you've really got it now, Captain!" he choked.
Incredibly, Miriam felt a kind of pride of accomplishment. She ate and sucked on his prick until she felt the hairs at the root crunch up against her lips, and she knew she had all of him in her mouth. She raced her tongue up and down the underside and felt his prick throb out of control.
"Ahhhhgh, it's nearly there, Captain!" he cried. "Take it! Swallow it! God, what a fantastic cock sucker!"
"What a Sucker!" the other one yelled. "She's swallowing me alive, man-This cunt's gobbling up my meat It's good! Ohbhh, Christ, I'm gonna blow my balls off!"
"Jerk it, Peter-jerk-it!" the one cried with warning, turning his head. -But he couldn't see too well. His vision became blurred and his eyes closed as his cock exploded in Miriam's clenching throat and sucking mouth. She was swallowing even before the first hot jet of cum hosed from his prick and squirted down her-throat.
"AhhhhhhghJ" he yelled; "Take' it! God! Yaaaaagh!"
"Oh, shit! Shit! Aaaaargh!" the other one cried, his cock pounding as if ready to explode.
Miriam's eyes shot open behind the blindfold; She saw total blackness. But she didn't have to5ee what was happening. She could feel sit-every throb, every twitch; every hosing spurt of cum jetting into her body into her throat and into her cunt! The bastard! He was coming in her cunt.
She squirmed violently, slinking and jerking, vividly aware that she was in the throes of wild orgasm herself. Her fear overpowered that.
She felt her mouth fill with the pungent, slippery cum she couldn't swallow down fast enough. It spurted from her compressed lips, shooting back along the little bit of shaft not crammed in her mouth and over his springy hairs, dripping down over his balls.
She also felt the steamy blast of hot jism that shot forcefully up into her soft, sodden, clutching cunt, and the sensation made her rise up from the bed with her hips and jerk down quickly, twisting violently as she did.
Her gripping, spasming pussy sucked off his prick and made him yell and swear. Cum shot over her belly in a hot stream, running down her sides, coating her abdomen, trickling down over the soft, slick skin of her bald pussy.
She grunted and screamed, but the sounds were stopped by the thick prick and the bubbling cum in her throat. Her cunt walls felt unbelievably sodden and slippery now, as her pussy tunnel spasmed and sucked and made squishy sounds from the wads of cum he'd shot into her.
God, it was going to happen again! She was going to get pregnant again! Ohhhh, God!"
"Jerk it, jerk it!" the one hosing into her mouth yelled again.
"1 jerked it, man! Ohhh. shit, the bitch yanked her cunt right off, goddamn it! Unnnh!"
He humped and puffed, his cock shaft now sliding up and down the satiny groove of her pussy, the nose rippling over her clit again and again, forcing unwanted ripples and shock of orgasm from her shuddering body. His cock tip continued to spurt and leak his hot cum, and the stuff spurted up onto her bald belly and ran down her cunt lips and between the cheeks of her ass, puddling at the spasming mouth of her asshole.
Everything between her thighs was sticky and slick and she knew it didn't matterifl he shot his first jets into her pussy or not. The squirmy little bastards would swim up the river of juice pouring from her pussy hole and make their way to the back of her womb anyway.
It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered; It was done.
"Ohhhhh, Christ, Captain-what a suck!" the man moaned, sliding his cock gingerly from her mouth. She felt the head bump upward through her throat and then ripple over her bottom lip. A sticky string of cum hung from her lips and drooled down her chin onto her neck.
"He came in my cunt!' she cried, still swallowing the slippery stuff, "That bastard! You promised! Ohhh, God! He came in my pussy!"
'Hey; man, that's full of shit," the other one said, rising up slightly. "Look at her belly. Look at all the shit puddled on her pussy here! She's full of shit, trying to make trouble!" .
There was a pause. "You trying to make trouble, Captain?" he said finally. "Looks to me like he shot his wad all over the outside of your twat, not in it. Don't fuck around with us, I told you.
"He did! I swear he did! Look inside my cunt if you don't believe-me!"
She rocked onto the small of her back, her feet flat on the bed, lifting her spread crotch high so that her pussy was wide open. Then she tossed her legs up, bring them over her head so that she was doubled up and her knee was bumping her nose, her spilt twat facing right toward the spot she thought he was. Cum hung from her belly in a long string and dripped onto her face.
'looks like he got you good and hot to me," the man said, spreading her pussy lips with- his fingers. He stared right at her pulsing asshole and put the tip of his finger to it. He held her hip with one hand while he pushed and twisted with his forefinger and fucked the digit into her ass up to the first knuckle.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, unable to keep her asshole from sucking his finger as if it were a mouth on a milky tit.
He played with her ass, keeping her doubled over like that. He ran his hands over her cheeks, squeezing the resilient, tight flesh of them. He moved the edge of his hand up and down the deep, deep cleft between them, and his prick started lifting again.
"Don't play with my ass," she moaned. "Look inside my cunt. He came in my pussy, I tell you!"
"She's full of shit, man!" the one at the foot of the bed repeated.
"She better not be," he grinned. " 'Cause I'm going to fuck her full of cock!"
"Oh, God-not in this position! You'll break my back!"
A moment of silence, while his fingertip wriggled slowly around just inside her asshole.
"We gotta turn her over, Peter. That means undoing her wrists so she can turn over and Stick her butt up in the air."
"No way, man, She'll snatch the blindfold off."
"Then how-am! gonna fuck her ass?'.'
"Just lift her butt off the, bed and aim a little lower, dummy."
"I dunno," he laid doubtfully.
But he straightened her out again, putting her legs back on the bed. He spread them wide, kneeling between her thighs, looking down -at her open twat, his cock thrusting up from his lap.
"That's it, man-now lift her butt up on your spear and fuck her shit hole. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get up here and fuck these sweet tits."
Miriam moaned with a lust she didn't want to feel. The one between her thighs scooped his hands under her butt cheeks and lifted, making her legs go wide and her pussy suck open lewdly. The other one got over her chest, straddling her. She felt him play with her tits over and over; and then a wet cock went between them as he squeezed them together and began fucking her. -
It was something Paul had never done. She'd never felt her tits being flicked before. It was strangely exciting. She opened her mouth to gasp, and the tip of his prick was suddenly between her lips while the root and his hairy balls were nestled between her tits.
She felt her asscheeks being pried apart. The velvety head of a slippery cock went between them, probing for her asshole. It touched, and she arched her back and moaned, her ass mouth pulsing and sucking shameless.
"Oh, Cod, am I going to run my cock deep, Captain," he gasped. "I've never ass fucked in this position before. I can look down and see your pink, slick open cunt at the same time. Damn, you should see how hard your clit is! You like getting fucked, don't you. Peter was right, by God, you're starting to ache for it. Well, open your ass, Captain, because here it comes!"
He pressed forward. Miriam's face wrinkled up. She sucked in her breath and groaned. She tried to relax her ass muscle, but it didn't work. She knew she had to help him, to want it, or it would only hurt. But she was still incensed and frightened by the way that bastard had shot his load in her pussy. And now he had the nerve to stick his cock in her mouth, right past the edges of her sharp teeth.
She thought about it. She nearly couldn't resist. But she knew the beating that would follow. Still, it would serve him right if she nipped the end of his cum-squirting cock off.
"Oh, God!" she squeaked, cringing in pain, her asshole burning as though he'd set fire to it. "Too dry! Your prick's too dry! Stick it in my pussy and get it wet!"
Surprisingly, he grunted and complied, lowering her hips slightly and rubbing the nose of his cock around in her satiny; sodden cunt mouth..
"God, that's a nice cunt, Captain," he moaned. "I think I'm going to fuck it a little first." -
He made his cockhead wallow in the mushy, drenched meat of her lips and cunt mouth. He dragged the tip over her hairless twat, up and down the running groove and over her straining clit.
"Oh, my God .. . " she whimpered, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
He dipped forward, suddenly, and the whole length of his prick disappeared into the soft meat of her pussy, filling her full.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, tossing her head, not believing-how eager and hot she was. Cock felt so damn good!
All over-she wanted to be fucked all over! She couldn't hold back any longer. She'd never liked sucking on Beth's box anyway! She'd wanted cock inside her-all these years, she'd wanted it and had denied herself. If the bastard had shot her pussy full of cum, it was too late new to go on and on about it.
With a sultry cry, she moved her head forward and opened her mouth and sucked as much of his prick into it as she could, washing him up and down with her tongue, all the while making her hips churn so that her hot pussy twisted and sucked around the hard prick imbedded in it.
"Hey; man, what the fuck are you doing to her. down there? She's gobbling my cock up like an animal!"
'Fucking her, Peter-watching my prick fuck in and out of this juicy hole, watching her cut shiver all over the place. I-Icy, untie one of her hands. I want to watch her play with this pretty pussy while I fuck her ass!"
The one at her head leaned over and undid her wrist. He held her arm tightly so that she couldn't grab at the blindfold. She didn't even want to any more. She reached eagerly down for the center of her crotch, and felt him, felt his prick, ran her fingers all over the fucking shaft, feeling it go in and out of her wet pussy.
"That's it, Captain, play with it," he moaned.
"Qhhhhh, yes! I feel you fucking me now! I feel your big cock right there in my pussy, running in and out of it! God, keep fucking my cunt! I don't care any more! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried wildly, tossing her head, waggling the prick between her lips while she talked around it and sucked avidly on it.
"Up your ass-your ass!" he gasped, drawing his cock back.
"No, no . . " she whimpered, feeling all around her pussy for it, reaching hard.
His hands were under her butt again, lifting her hips up. His prick dripped with her cunt juices now. The slippery head came against her asshole and pressed forward.
"Yesss, yes!"she cried, her butt hole spasming and opening wide around his big cock.
She felt him drive it up her. She wrapped her fingers around the slick shaft; pulling inward, helping him. She skit in reverse, sucking his meat into her ass, shuddering all over, twisting and churning, wanting to be fucked more than ever in her life.
"Ahhhgh, so tight, so- deep and clinging and tight! Stilt, look at your cunt-the way it's sucking and shivering. Look at your clit, sticking up like t damn hard-on! Play with it-let me watch you masturbate and feel every shiver while I'm in your ass!"
'Yes! Yes!" she cried, sucking on cock, eating cock up her ass, swirling- her fingers over her cut and cunt. She finger fucked herself, making sticky sounds. She rubbed her cut, patted her wet pussy flesh, spread herself with her fingertips so he could look far into her red, wet hole.
All the while, her ass was twisting and shaking, stuffed with the thick root of his cock. Her tits were smothering the other one's balls, and her lips and tongue were drawing the cum right from the depths of them through his throbbing puck.
"Now! God, I'm going to fill your ass! God, I'm coming up your hot, clinging asshole! Yaaaaagh!"
"Eeeeee!" Miriam cried, her hand shaking up and down over her pussy while her asshole sucked and milked jet after torrential jet of cum from his hosing prick.
The cry was choked off by the quick blast of jism from the prick in her mouth as the other one let go and ran his prick into her throat and pumped her belly fall.
She choked and swallowed and licked for more. "More!" she cried, her mind in a whirl, her body crazed with sensation. "Fuck me more! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass and mouth and tits! Fuck me everywhere, and fill my pussy with cum! Fill it! I don't care any more-it's too late now to care, and I've gone so long without! Who's first? Which one of you big-balled bastards has enough cum left to make my cunt slosh? Here!" she cried, flinging her legs wide, swirling her hand over her pussy faster and faster. "Hurry up, damn you, I'm going to come again! Oh. God, don't make me jack off-fuck me! Fill me! Stick it in and blast me full! God damn shitheads, I can take you both at the same time!"
She tossed her body and babbled, masturbating herself to a furious orgasm. She didn't stop. She tossed her hips and shook her ass and played with her pussy more, even running her finger in and out of her cummy asshole, begging them to fuck her blind.
"Shit, man," the one said. "What the hell'd we do to her?"
"I don't know, Peter. I don't know. Scared of getting knocked up, and now..."
"Goddman Lezzies arc crazy, man. But, what the hell. . ,think we should try it.. I don't know. She's pretty tight. How would we work it?" -
"Shit, man, use your imagination. I gotta tell you everything about how to fuck? You get on your back under her, so her cheeks clamp around your cock, and I'll get on top, We both work up into her; pussy and do what she wants-fuck her full." "Might hurt her, Peter.
"Gonna hurt herself. Look at her. Wonder why she hasn't snatched off the blindfold?"
"I don't think that matters now," he said, rolling Miriam's quivering body slightly to the side so he could get under her.
Her asscheeks clenched at his rod. She felt his prick go into her pussy and couldn't hold still. She humped and fucked, coming again While she played with her pussy. The other one had to draw her hand away so he could get on top of her. "AhI Ah!" she gasped, her clit aflame. "Tight, man-too, tight," he gasped. "Keep pushing.' "Oh! Alt! Eccee, fuck me! Fuck me! Miriam squalled, feeling her pussy stretch and stretch. It was like giving birth again. Birth in reverse. Being re-born,
"There, man!" he gasped, "Oh, Christ, I've never . . . ohhhhh, slit!".
"Fuck me! Come in my pussy! - Both of you-now! Now! Fill my pussy with jism! Yaaaaagh!" "The captain gave us an order, Peter!" "Aaaaargh!" "Yaaaaagh!" "Ececeec, yes, yes, yes, YES!"