Chapter 11
At first she lost track of time-and finally she lost track of the number of times she was fucked.
They came in an endless marching line-boy soldiers to service her lust. And she took them all, one after the other, her cunt gulping down their swollen erections right to the balls, then working with them until she had milked them dry.
Her pussy was almost a shapeless oval of contented meat, pouting and throbbing, hair matted with sperm.
And then Willy came back.
"Party time, Aunt Mary," he grinned. "We want you to come on downstairs now."
She stared up from the rumpled mattress at the body of her cute nephew, and remembered that he had not performed.
"Fuck me, Willy," she whispered, coarsely.
He only gave her a look bordering on amused contempt. "We've got plenty of time for that at home. Right now I've got to see that the guys get their money's worth. All they want to do is play a little game with you."
At that moment both Tom and Jack appeared at the bedroom door.
"Christamighty," Tom breathed, licking his lips at the sight of her ravished cunt and those hugely distended tits sticking out of the holes in his sister's naughty blouse. "You done got yourself fucked, baby."
"C'mon," Willy snapped. "Help me get her downstairs."
She could barely remember being carried down-except for the way Jack's eager hands buried themselves in her warm buttocks and the way Tom fumbled with her nipples at every opportunity. But later she would remember very clearly what happened to her when she did reach those howling young wolves in the living room below.
They had f un-and-games in mind!
Every boy was buck-naked, the music was blaring, the cold beer was plentiful-and they had even posted lookouts to make sure that no honest-John citizen wandered up the country road to spoil their teenaged orgy.
Jack and Tom carried her to a big leather chair in the middle of the room. When they deposited her into it, they lifted her legs up over the arms so that her cunt was exposed to its fullest. And since every male in the room had fucked that whiskered hole at least once, they gathered around to look at it-the pulpy handiwork of their collective lusts.
"Game time," Willy announced. "We need twelve guys for the first game-six for the punchboard and six for the suction pump!"
She had no idea what Willy meant, but it was obviously a game the boys had played before with one or more lucky females!
The dozen youths were easily and quickly recruited. They lined up in two lines of six each, one line in front of her available cunt and the other beside her chair.
"You know the rules," Willy hummed, like some professional coach at a sexual Olympics, "you can only stick it in and pull it out-no fucking, no pumping, no cheating. And may the best jock win!"
She had the picture now, and her eyes narrowed behind the dark circles of her glasses. Her mouth twitched in a slack grin of appreciation, while her clitoris-which had been hard and aroused for an hour already-seemed to stick up an inch from the soft folds of her cunt.
"Get ready, everybody," Willy called. "And now ... GO!! "
The first rascal in each line moved to do his duty. The one in front of her shoved his fully hardened prick deep into her liquefied pussy-all the way up to the balls. And the first boy in the line beside her chair forced her to open her mouth by rubbing the spongy head of his penis over her lips. She took the second youth orally, rolling her tongue wetly along his engorged column as he fed it to her up to his pubic hair.
Then both of the teenagers pulled their wet cocks out of her two holes and let the second guys in line repeat the process.
At first she didn't like the game.
She didn't enjoy having them put their pricks so briefly into her. Just as she would feel the delicious pleasure of having her cunt and mouth filled simultaneously, they would pull back out-leaving her pussy hot and dripping and her tongue salaciously licking the air.
But the game quite soon took on a new and kinky flavor.
The more cocks that were crammed into her, the hotter she became-and the novelty of so many different shapes and sizes in boyish tools educated her ravished slit in a hurry!
One guy would shove a good nine inches into her seething twat, driving it so far up her womb that she would come close to a molten climax. But he would pull it out before she could spasm, and the next penis might be only half that size-a short, thick, stiff dick that would throb madly against the inner lips of her vagina and thus produce an entirely different kind of pleasure.
It was the same with the six stout pricks that were funneled one after the other into her mouth. They were all different, but all delicious, and as she grew wilder with the passionate need to taste hot sperm she covertly-wormed her tongue in circles over the head of the particular cock in her mouth and sucked like a vampire while she had the chance.
The point eventually became very clear.
It was a game to see who could hold off shooting his balls the longest.
In time all of the overheated pricks began to reach their limits of endurance. One after the other it became more frustrating for the horny young studs to have to pull their violently stiffened rods slowly out of her clasping cunt-and already each of their cocks were wet with either the boiling juices dribbling from the lips of her pussy, or with the hot slobberings of her tongue.
And then the chain reaction began.
The first to shoot her lecherous cunt full of sperm was the youngest of the group-a fourteen-year-old redhead with a prick on him that would have made any teenaged girl faint with pleasure. When it came his turn to enter her slit, he thrust his bloated cock right up to the mouth of her womb and discharged like a musket. He sent so much hot cum exploding inside her pussy that it dripped from the corners of her stretched snatch like thick, warm gravy.
Then the redhead, flushed with satisfaction, drew his smoking prick from her slick cunt and let the next jock have his chance.
They all began to go off like firecrackers.
Sometimes she would have the coupled joy of one cock shooting off wilding in her pussy while another filled her throat with several ounces of boyish cream.
It was all more than her salacious nature could take, and she began to spasm in regular tempo to their multiple orgasms.
It ultimately boiled down to a combat between two of the better-hung, older boys. Both of them had pricks like young stallions-and both of them were in the fucking line.
"Screw her for a count of twenty," Willy coached from the sidelines, "then pull your dick out and let the other guy do it for the same length of time!"
The whole room of boys had gathered around her now, laughing and swigging their beers as the two stud champions went to work on her like drunken sailors on a Mexican whore.
She was fucked hard, over and over, while the whole chorus of young males kept up a chanting count of one to twenty. The picture of her slumped in the big leather chair, her head thrown back and her mouth open, her tits sticking out wetly in different directions, her cunt filled constantly with one or the other of the two big teenaged pricks, was a sight that would have made an old man get a hard-on!
"Man," one of the boys whispered. "Look at her old cunt juice off! She's loving that stuff!"
And indeed she was. It was the kind of contest every female in the world must dream about at one time or another. A contest that placed her sluttish hole at the eager disposal of two healthy studs with pricks made of stone!
But neither of the potent young males were robots and, after five or ten minutes of savage thrusting, one of them gasped out a lusty grunt and emptied his aching balls of every drop of sperm. She took his load with a constricting thrill of her whole cunt, and climaxed greedily to mix her juices with his.
The one left-his cock still hard and stiff between his legs-had won the day. And he had also won the privilege of taking his time about fucking her in his own way.
Maddened already with the sharpened lust, the boy drove his cock hair-deep into her rutty slit and screwed her with such teeth-shattering force that her tits jiggled like jelly!
After only a few minutes of such powerful fucking, the last of the "punchboard" males surrendered his sperm to the nipping heat of her cunt, and poured what felt like a quart of hot spunk up her bowels.
It had been a fun kind of game.
But there were more to be played!
After all, her ass-hole was still virgin territory !
The cornholing festivity seemed something very special to the ritual antics of the football team. Apparently, they had found few girls who would submit to letting some dozen or more horny cocks pump madly into their back holes.
But in Miss Harble, they found a willing mascot!
As if to hide the perversity of the game, they turned out the lights-all except a faint twenty-five watt bulb over in the corner. She was lifted out of the chair by a dozen strong young arms and maneuvered to the center of th room where she was forced to get into a doggie position. All she was aware of were the shuffling feet of some twenty naked boys, the husky male breathing as they placed her in readiness for a gang-banging of her ass-hole.
But they wanted her to really turn on when their pricks went to work on her scupper, and to that end one of the boys shoved something into her face. It was difficult to make it out in the half-dark room, but it looked to her like a big flashlight.
"Ever had a vibrator up your pussy?" the boy demanded, then he laughed throatily. "You'll like this whopper, honey. It's ten to eleven inches of black rubber, and it's got a three-speed motor. Ready or not, here it comes!"
Somebody pulled her legs apart, setting her the way a proud owner might set the legs of his show-dog. Then she suddenly felt the huge rubber dildo go up her sodden cunt. Since her hole was so completely lubricated, the boy had no trouble getting the hellish instrument all the way up her stretching slit.
And then somebody turned the battery-run motor on the slow speed.
If she had ever had the joy of feeling her whole pussy massaged from one end to the other, this was it!
Her cunt quivered and shimmied happily, contracting and sucking at the large,, false penis that was crammed into her right to her womb.
"Now let's fuck the hot bitch," somebody snarled. "Line up, men-and screw the holy shit out of that sweet ass!"
She was not really a virgin between her buttocks. She had the delicious, lewd memory of Tom's large, long Negro prick fucking her like a horse back there. But she didn't intend to let them know she liked it that way.
Let them think they were making her love being corn-holed for the first time!
The cocks began to work on her one at a time. She had no idea who was fucking her, but she didn't give a damn. All of them were hard and throbbing-and the bigger they were the tighter the frisky muscles of her anus held on to them.
Meanwhile, the vibrator was keeping her cunt busy. It was so much better than a real prick because it jiggled constantly inside of her, never changed shape, and turned the slippery walls of her vagina into one grainy, cloying sheath of lust.
Her fissure at the back grew larger and hotter as each successive penis entered, pumped her, shot off a stream of hot sperm and pulled back out.
One prick was so brutally large that the owner of it had to hold her buttocks in both hands and literally bang his way into her ass-hole. And the second the oversized tool rode like a bar of iron deep into her rectum, she gasped in luscious pain and flooded the vibrator with a gush of her own juices.
"She's cummin," somebody chuckled. "Look at her cunt spew!"
Just for kicks-and while the big prick was still fucking lustily away between her buttocks-somebody reached under her legs and began to tease her clitoris.
It was more than she could take, and again she gagged with the surfeit of joy and spilled an even hotter gush of liquids over the fingers of the boy rubbing her clit.
The pattern continued for the next twenty minutes or so. One prick after another engineering its way up her ass, fucking her savagely, bolting hot cum on top of the collected sperm already there, then pulling out with a slurp so that the next cock could take its place.
And her clit was never left alone. A dozen different sets of fingers took up the lascivious work of pulling and toying with that distended muscle of lust. And each time the maddening vibrator combined with the prick balling her rear and the rubbing fingers on her clit, she would spasm all over again!
Then they went to work on her mouth and tits.
A boy lay on his back on either side of her and pulled her swollen tits in separate directions so that they could suck on them like calves. It drove her wild to feel two hot, strong mouths milking the itchy hotness of her firmly coned tits. And both young males seemed expert at it because they each circled the base of her tits with both their hands and gently squeezed away as they gluttonously tongued and sucked her nipples.
She could only moan and purr with delight!
The only orifice left to satisfy the lust of so many different males was her own mouth-a very willing and useful tool to satisfy the unflagging stiffness of teenaged pricks.
They squatted and knelt in front of her, six or seven at least before it was over, and offered her the tasty feast of one bone-hard cock after another.
She sucked them all, gobbling up the hotly spitting sperm from each horny tool until she thought her lungs would burst.
It was a very long time before they were through with her ass, and even after the last cock had been satisfied somebody switched the vibrator from her pussy to her anus. The big cylinder of rubber oozed like a bedpost deep into her throbbing rectum and ticked her into one last gushering climax.
Then they let her rest a bit.
She was allowed to go to the John and wash her cunt and ass-hole with warm water. After she had done that, she looked at herself in the cracked, dim mirror above the lavatory and allowed a private grin to crawl up from the corners of her mouth.
"They think they are using me," she breathed, huskily. "And if those oversexed, beautiful little apes out there could only know how I'm enjoying this, they'd keep humping my pussy for a week!"
She went back to the party with her slit perky and refreshed, and quite ready for anything they could dream up!
And what they had in mind was a grand finale that would have made the hormones dance in a whore twice her age.
All twenty of them wanted to eat her pussy!
The mere thought of having twenty lusty young tongues sucking and thrusting up her hairy twat made her flesh burn with excitement.
"Think you can take that much cunt diving?" one of them demanded, smirking with his tongue half out of his mouth already.
"Try me," she answered, flatly.
It was the kind of challenge no healthy, half-drunk football team could let pass by!
They used the big leather chair again, positioning her the same way as they had for the punchboard fucking game. One of the drunker young louts even insisted on smelling her pussy to make sure she had washed it properly.
"I ain't eating any goddam ball-juice," he joked, then snuffed along the edges of her slack cunt with loud, hog-like grunts. His antics made the rest of them laugh uproarishly, and before he could rise from between her sprawled legs one of his pals pushed his face right into her snatch.
"If it's clean, EAT IT!! "
And so the first of her pussy admirers not only smelled her hole, but rammed his bestial tongue solidly up inside of it. She was glad he was drunk. Every ounce of shame had been drained from his mind, and he wallowed with his stout tongue up and down the sappy walls of her cunt, lapping and sucking until she was clenching her teeth to keep from screaming with joy.
The drunk bastard finally had to be pulled off of her moist and twitching pussy, and even then he lunged back to give the fat lips between her legs several firm laps of his tongue.
Then the second eager tongue filled her crack.
This one she really liked. He was by far the best looking boy in the place, the kind of handsome, innocent face that might be on a Boy Scout poster. But his cunt-eating technique might have been better than a devil with horns. He began by using his fingertips to pull her tender pussy wide apart, then he sawed his sharp-pointed tongue deep into the hotness of her, wriggling just the tip until she was jerking with unbearable ecstasy.
She finally reached both her hands down and held on to the sides of the handsome face eating her, allowing him to trawl his lustful tongue in and out of her only at her pleasure. But her pleasure was often, and in the end she let him go and slowly rose to the peak of an orgasm as his whole mouth covered her cunt and he tongue-fucked her like mad.
She spasmed hard for the cute young thing feasting between her thighs, and loved him for hotly licking up her expended juices and cleaning the puffed lips of her sex with the flat of his tongue.
And then another took his favored place between her legs, and she found herself growing hot all over again with the bewitching novelty of a thicker, quicker tongue. This one ate her with all the finesse of a sow with his snout in a trough of mush. But the grunting and slurping turned on her lustier nature, and she widened her legs for him and let him suck her right into another deep-vaginal climax.
The fourth tongue followed his, then the fifth. Then another, and another. And another one after that.
Her whole pussy seemed one big churn, and just when she thought she would never be able to spasm again some wild and boyish vigor would transmit itself through a stabbing few inches of tongue-and she would moan with helpless passion and pour a milky tribute down his throat.
In the end they had all sucked her. Every tongue in the room had wormed it wet way up her insatiable hole. But the best of the evening had come when Tom and another black boy had eaten her snatch together.
It was the final show of the evening. Two black, grinning faces pushed together at the fount of her pleasure, both long pink tongues roiling like baby pythons into the pliant softness of her seasoned pussy-lapping and mouth-fucking her until she gave a thin shriek of demented joy and rocketed off into one last delicious surrender of juices.
On the way back home, Tom and Jack sat in the front seat of the car. They were fucked out, contented, silent.
Miss Harble and Willy occupied the back seat. Willy counted the stack of five-dollar bills, and whistled happily under his breath.
"Man, would you believe a hundred bucks we made!"
But it wasn't of money that Miss Harble was thinking. It was the fact that of all the boys at the orgy that evening, only Willy had not fucked her or rammed his cock up her ass, or sucked her tit, or put his grinning mouth up to her cunt.
But she would remedy that, she promised herself, when they got home.
Even if she had to rape the cute little fucker!