Chapter 9
Gig let the steaming water wash away the stiffness in her limbs. The entire evening had been spent in the wooded, grassy area near her house, bound hand and foot, getting fucked by David and Thomas Murphy.
The big-titted woman ran a bar of soap ever her cuntal bush, enjoying the feeling of the slippery object against her clit. She could not even remember how many times the two boys had worked her fiery little clit into an orgasm.
She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Then she curled her silky blonde hair, and when she was done her hair looked gorgeous, combed back on the top and away from her face on the sides, falling in slowly tightening waves to just below her shoulders. Her amber eyes shone mischievously.
There had to be a reason for Thomas Murphy raping her the previous evening. She could understand David doing it. There was a mean and lusty streak in him that might, under some circumstances, drive him into such a fit of lust. But Thomas wasn't like that. He was gentle, kind and polite. Whatever had made him go along with the rape had to be pretty good, or he never would have gone along with his brother.
"So why did you do it?" Gig asked, standing with her arms crossed under her monumental tits, holding them higher and making them look even fuller than their natural size. "There had to be some reason for it, Thomas, so don't lie to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was home all night last night."
Gig had been prepared for Thomas to deny his involvement. But Gig had a game plan to get the truth out of him. She had sucked and fucked many men and boys in her life and if she was certain of anything, it was that once a man had his cock satisfied by the incredible Gig Monroe, he would always want more of the same.
Gig had cornered Thomas near the garage of his home, and though the sun was still high in the sky, she was prepared to go at him right then and there. The elasticized tube top she wore hugged her gigantic tits, pressing them against her rib cage, forcing a creamy cleavage that swelled out the top of the circular garment. Her trim waist led into the tight-fitting cut-offs that had been slashed so short the crotch was barely more than a few tendrils of thread. Gig's magnificent, firm asscheeks were on display from behind.
"Okay, then we'll negotiate terms under which I get the truth from you," Gig said confidently. "I show you a good time and you tell me what the fuck was going clown last night."
She grabbed the tube top and pulled it down to her stomach, letting her big tits flop into view. She took no small amount of pride in her tits and she didn't hesitate to give them away to any man to achieve mutual pleasure. But what Gig really enjoyed was looking down and seeing a beautiful girl mouthing her mounds of titflesh.
"Now talk," Gig commanded.
When Thomas tried to grab her tits Gig caught his wrists, holding his hands just inches away from the creamy, milky mounds. Her huge, dark-brown areolas capped by throbbing nipples beckoned to Thomas.
"You don't touch until you talk," she said. Thomas talked. He told her everything and Gig listened carefully. When the story was finished, she was satisfied that Thomas had told the whole and complete truth. And she could even understand why they did what they did. Poor Kandi, she thought. So horny for Franklyn and unable to be anywhere alone with him!
"Now you can please yourself," Gig replied, letting go of Thomas' hands.
She tipped her head back, feeling the ends of her luxurious mane of swirling blonde hair tickle her shoulders and back as Thomas fingers kneaded and massaged her tingling globes of titflesh. Gig shivered slightly, her nipples instantly becoming hard and erect as hot, jagged bolts of raw, uninhibited pleasure coursed through her veins.
"Go ahead," Gig purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "Just tell me what you want. You held up your end of the bargain, so now it's my turn."
Gig could tell that Thomas was more than a little nervous about getting it on outside where someone could see them. She, too, was nervous about it. Still, she had given her word and wasn't going to back down on it now.
"I don't think it's safe to do it here," Thomas said. "Maybe you'd better put your top up and we'll do this some other time."
Gig's pussyjuice was making her panties and cut-offs moist. The crotch of the denim pants stuck to her cuntlips uncomfortably, and her lust-hardened nipples tingled madly. She had to get fucked, or at least have a cock to suck on very soon. Thomas' hands working on her huge, ultra-sensitive tits were driving her crazy with desire.
Reluctantly, Gig pulled the tube top up, squeezing her milky jugs inside the elasticized band of fabric. The sun was warm on her naked shoulders, and she could feel her cunt heating up similarly, though from an entirely different reason.
"Let's go in your garage," Gig said huskily, looking around to see if anyone was watching them. "We can do it in there."
Gig was determined to have Thomas' cock once again. She had tasted it the night before and knew what a beautiful prick he had. She wouldn't be denied the pleasures his cock could bring.
In the garage, Gig moved swiftly between the two parked cars. The spiked heels of her slip-on shoes made clicking sounds on the concrete floor as Gig positioned herself between the cars and wheeled around to face her younger lover.
"Okay, stud, let me have it!"
Even Gig was amazed at her own rampant lust. She dropped to her knees on the hard floor, not caring, that the concrete was harsh on her bare flesh. In a flash she had Thomas' pants down to his ankles and his slumbering, rubbery hose of cockmeat stuffing her hot, juicy mouth.
"Ohhhhh! Suck it, Gig!" Thomas sighed.
He could hardly believe his luck. The previous night he raped the big-titted woman, tying her up hand and foot so that he and his brother could do with her whatever they wanted. And now, without having to force her into doing it, the beautiful Gig Monroe was whipping her hot lips to and fro over his stretching prick!
"Mmmmmmm!" Gig moaned, wantonly lashing the cockhead with her tongue.
As she sucked the prick into her mouth, Gig squeezed hard on the cockshaft with her lips, working the prickpole to a state of rock-solid hardness. She peeled the tube top down, exposing her tit and letting them sway from her chest, the nipples hard and pebble-like inside the dark areolas.
"Take it deep," Thomas said in a choked voice.
Gig relaxed her throat and slowed down the undulations of her head and shoulders. She held just the tip of the cockhead between her lips and licked the pisshole, tasting a gooey drop of pre-cum. Then, with painful slowness, she pushed her face forward. Her full, pouting lips slipped over the ridge of the cockhead, keeping in constant contact with the cockpole as the knob flattened her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air in preparation. When the cockhead was at the opening of her throat, Gig sighed and pushed her face another inch forward.
"Deeper!" Thomas groaned, watching his dick sinking into Gig's face.
The mushroom-shaped pricktip pushed beyond the back of Gig's mouth, sliding past her tonsils, driving down her throat. Gig's chest heaved as she nearly choked on the fat, throbbing column of cockmeat, but she refused to let herself be stopped. Inch by inch her hot, tingling lips crept down the cockshaft.
"Take it all!" Thomas hissed, unable to believe the incredible beauty of the big-titted blonde as she gulped his pulsating cock down her throat.
It was difficult for Gig, but she managed to fit all eight inches of the boy's prick in her mouth. But the monstrous prick was far too large for her to keep it in her throat for very long. The moment her nose touched the curly patch of hair that grew above his cock, she had to pull her face back.
Gig slurped, tonguing lustily at the delicious cockhead as she regained her senses. Mentally preparing herself once more, she again began chewing the steelish prick full length into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! That feels so Goddamn good when you take it all the way down," Thomas said.
To make it easier, Gig stood up and bent over at the waist to give Thomas a blow-job. She gulped the cock down her gullet repeatedly, shivering with lust at the magnificent, meaty taste of the teenager's prick. When he reached around her body and grabbed her tits, pinching the nipples hard, she thought she would cum without even having him touching her clit or fucking her hot pussy.
"C-Can I really do anything?"
Gig let the cock slip out of her mouth. She stood up and licked her lips, running the tip of her tongue astound her mouth in a lewd gesture.
"Of course you can, my dear boy," Gig said, laughter in her voice. "I said I would do anything for you, didn't I? What do you want?"
She looked into the boy's eyes and didn't like what she saw there. In Thomas' eyes she saw determination and all-consuming lust. A flicker of fear rippled through Gig's senses as she looked at the boy.
"What do you want to do?" she asked, unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.
"Fuck your ass, just like David did last night."
"I won't let you tie me up again."
"No, no," Thomas said quickly. "I don't want to do that, I just want to fuck your ass."
Gig looked down at Thomas' prick. It was very long and quite thick and she wasn't certain if she could accept him into her asshole. Then she thought about how she had given her word to him, and how she never broken her word to anyone.
"Okay, but try to be a little more gentle with me than your brother was. The bastard damn near killed me with his cock!"
Gig looked around for a moment, her mind working feverishly as she thought about what was about to happen. The darkened garage was an unromantic place to get fucked, but Gig wasn't worried about that. Her asshole still smarted slightly from the rough, abuse treatment it had received from David's cock the night before.
"Go ahead," Gig said suddenly, the words sounding strange to her own ears. "Fuck my ass if you want to. You held up your end of the bargain and now I'm going to do whatever you want."
She turned her back to Thomas and put her hands out in front of her, leaning against one of the cars. Gig put her feet back a little bit so she was leaning at a more acute angle, and her big, mounding tits swayed away from her body.
Gig shivered with delight as Thomas took his time perusing her body. He ran his hands over her body, pressing his fingers into her warm, firm, massive tits, running his palms over the small of her back and her flat stomach. When he unsnapped her cut-offs, Gig inhaled quickly, waiting expectantly for his hands to finally get to her hot, juicy cunt.
"Yesssss!" the horny blonde hissed as Thomas slowly pulled down the zipper of her cut-offs.
Thomas peeled the denim past the taut curves of Gig's hips, exposing her bikini panties. She gulped in air, her tits swelling out, wiggling in their fullness beneath her. It was a sweet torture for her because Thomas was taking his time. He wasn't in any hurry to plow his big cock into her asshole.
"You've got to have the best fucking body in the whole world!" Thomas said. "Honest, Gig! Nobody's got a body like yours! Nobody at all!"
The words excited Gig almost as much as his touch. She loved the face that her body was so womanly and fuckable, and she especially enjoyed it when a young stud noticed her physical charms.
Gig stepped out of her cut-offs and continued to moan softly when Thomas pulled her tube top down her body so she could get rid of that troublesome article of clothing, too. Only because the floor of the garage was rough concrete did she keep her high-heeled sandals on.
"Come on! Don't torture me like this!" Gig panted.
It was killing her that the boy was taking so long to fuck her ass, yet she was afraid to have his big cock reaming her asshole when it was still sore from the abuse it had, taken the previous night.
Gig gasped once more, but this time it was because the young stud with the throbbing cock was forceful, not timid. She was leaning against the car, her hands spread wide apart on the hood, when Thomas unexpectedly ripped a hole in her panties right at the crotch where her pussy and asshole were.
"Take this!" Thomas hissed.
She had expected many things, but not this from the mild-mannered teenaged boy who had been so polite to her all his life. One minute Gig was waiting, wondering if he would ever get down to the business of assfucking her and the next he had the massive head of his cock against her puckered asshole and was holding her by the hipbones.
"Wait! Easy!" Gig gasped, but it was too late.
Thomas' red-hot prick sliced into Gig's asshole like a knife. Even though his prick wasn't as large as his older brother's cock he made it seem to Gig that his cock was as big as a flag pole. The blonde's asscheeks were forced far apart to accommodate the awesome thickness of Thomas' huge, meaty weapon of fuck-lust.
Gig's knees went weak under the impact. She slumped over the hood of the car, her creamy tits flattening out slightly, swelling out in their milky fullness under her arms. Her cheek pressed against the warm steel of the car as she felt Thomas' hips make contact with her own asscheeks. She knew then that she had taken all of his cock and that the worst was over. The rest would be a cinch!
Gig moaned, a dribble of saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth. It was almost as though she was only partially conscious of everything that was happening to her, though she didn't feel the torturous pain that she had felt when David first plowed his big cockrod into her asshole.
Her ass felt numb. She felt her ankle twist, her legs no longer strong enough to bear even what little weight she had on her feet. A deep, low, primal groan came from deep within Gig's chest as she felt Thomas rear back then stab her asshole with his iron-like cockpole.
It was an odd feeling for Gig. She could feel herself being filled from behind with cockmeat, but it wasn't terrible. She felt neither pain nor pleasure.
Then, slowly, with each new thrust of prickmeat into her asshole, Gig's senses came alive and she was overwhelmed by the thrills going through her ripe, luscious body.
"Y-Y-Yessss!" Gig hissed.
The hot-blooded blonde shivered from head to foot, her body rocking back and forth, stopped only by the car each time Thomas reamed her ass with his pulsating cock. Her torn panties, still clinging to her hips though now in shreds, became moist with the hot pussyjuice that oozed out of her neglected cunt.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Thomas grunted, throwing all his energy into ass-fucking his fantasy woman, his Gig Monroe.
"Fuck my asssss!" Gig hissed, the words indistinct as she lost herself in the glorious feelings rippling through her fuckable body.
She squirmed, twitching her ass to take Thomas' cock into it from all sorts of angles. Her spread asscheeks felt bruised by the boy's harsh, powerful fuck-thrusts as he literally stabbed her asshole with his steel-hard prickrod.
Gig pressed her tits harder against the car's hood, liking the way her tits cushioned her weight and were flattened beneath her. The brown, throbbing nipples were being mashed by the hard steel, sending electricity through the girl's quivering limbs.
Thomas' heavy, cum-churning nuts slapped against Gig's thighs each time he powered all of his red-hot cock into her asshole. He had never fucked a woman in the ass before, and as he felt Gig's ass-muscles working seductively on his feverish column of cockmeat, Thomas knew that this uninhibited pleasure wasn't something to be tasted once and then forgotten.
"Oh... baby... oh, baby, you're really going to make me shoot my wad!" Thomas hissed through gritted teeth, fighting to hold the jism in his balls for as long as possible.
Gig felt a strange mixture of unbelievable pleasure and painful throbbing. Her asshole was still smarting from David's cockpole and now that Thomas' prick was slicing into her ass, the old pain was coming back.
"Give it to me, Thomas!" she wailed, unable to take the pleasure or the pain for a moment more without receiving the load of fuck-cream she craved.
It was as though the boy could cum on command. Hardly had the words been uttered by Gig when she felt her ass being deluged with hot, creamy blasts of cum. She felt as weak as a rag doll, her knees bouncing painfully against the side of the car as Thomas fucked her asshole with his cock, throwing his muscular frame against her tight, rounded asscheeks. Each new thrust brought another gusher of fuck-cream streaming into Gig's tingling, tortured asshole.
When Thomas stepped away from Gig, taking his prick from her ass, she clung desperately to the car. There just wasn't enough strength, left in her legs after that heated assfucking to hold her.
"You're... really... a stud," she said weakly, hot even sure if her words were spoken loud enough for Thomas to hear.