Chapter 6
Gig's asshole was still throbbing when she heard the approaching footsteps. She rolled onto her side and saw the second boy walking towards her. He was dressed only in tennis shoes and a ski mask and his cock wagged between his legs with each step he took. Despite the ski mask. Gig knew it was the neighbor boy, Thomas Murphy, brother to the boy who had just brutally raped her ass.
"Everything okay?" Thomas asked quietly, getting down on one knee beside David, his older brother.
"Yeah," David replied. "Couldn't be better. I ass-fucked the bitch and you should have seen her squirm! Really got my rocks off. Go ahead, do whatever you want. There ain't much she can do to stop you, is there?"
Gig shivered and tested the bindings around her wrists and ankles again. David spoke the truth when he said there wasn't anything she could do to stop the boys.
Her huge tits were spread slightly from gravity, big and creamy with chocolate-brown areolas and tingling nipples that all but begged to be sucked on. She raised her knees, wondering what Thomas' preference was. Her cuntbush, darker in color than the hair of her head, was just barely visible, between her thighs. The petals of Gig's cunt were wet and juicy with pussyjuice. Even though it had hurt to have David's big cock slicing hard and fast into her asshole, it also turned the big-titted blonde on more than she had, thought possible.
Gig bit down on the panties. She could taste her own feminine juices in the fabric and that, too, excited her. Gig was no stranger to the taste of pussyjuice. She loved muff-diving and never missed a chance to shove her tongue deep into another woman's cunt.
Thomas knelt in the grass beside Gig and put his hand over her breast. She trembled at the contact of his rough hand against her tingling nipple. When he pinched her tit, pulling on the bud, she squirmed as hot boils of pleasure jolted her curvaceous body.
"Holy shit!" Thomas exclaimed, seeing the panties sticking out of Gig's mouth. "What the fuck is this?"
When the panties were pulled from her mouth, Gig sighed and ran her tongue around her mouth. Her wavy, golden hair was like a halo around her head in the dim light.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
She was not in the least bit frightened. She had known Thomas all his life and knew him to be a rather gentle boy. She couldn't fully say why he was doing this now, but she suspected that David was behind the gang rape.
David spoke up quickly. "Go ahead and fuck the bitch," he hissed. "Don't be afraid. There's nothing she can do to stop you!"
Gig could tell that Thomas was nervous, but she didn't dare urge him on, even though she was hot and horny for his cock. She began writhing on the ground, making her milky tits roll from side to side. She opened her knees as far as she could, which was just a couple of inches, and let him look at her pussy. Her ploy worked because the second Thomas saw Gig's pussy, his cock began hardening, stretching, standing out from his body.
"Suck this," Thomas said rather quietly. He straddled dig's monumental tits and leaned forward, bringing his half-hard cock down to her mouth.
"Don't!" Gig hissed softly, willingly sucking the rubbery cockhead into her mouth.
Thomas may have been nervous to begin with, but once he felt the wet, heated cavern of Gig's mouth working on his cock, all he could think about was getting his rocks off.
"Ohhhhhh!" Thomas sighed, pushing more of his throbbing hose of cockmeat into the beautiful blonde's mouth.
Gig Monroe wrapped her lips around the shaft of Thomas' cock as it slid deeper into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the cockhead, scraping the sensitive flesh hungrily.
Thomas' cock wasn't as large as his older brother's prick but it wasn't small by any means. It was fully as thick as David's awesome, jaw-stretching, ten-inch prick, but perhaps an inch or so shorter.
Gig moaned shortly before silencing herself. She didn't want Thomas to know how horny she was getting from sucking on his cock, which was completely rigid now and pulsating hotly between her ovaled lips.
"Suck my cock," Thomas whispered, pumping his hips.
He had his hands on the ground above Gig's head and he was watching with fascination as his pale cock rolled back and forth between her lips. He plowed his prickrod into her mouth until his cockhead was pressing firmly against the opening of her throat.
Each movement of Thomas' hips made his thighs rub against Gig's tender, tingling tits. Hot jolts of electricity zipped through her veins, making the pussyjuice ooze from her cunt. She sucked harder on the sec-sawing prick, her cheeks caved inward to squeeze the thick cockhead and pulsating shaft.
Her tongue danced over the delicious cockpole, fucking against the pisshole to lick off the pre-cum. She shivered, twisting her amazing body in the grass, loving the taste and feel of her neighbor's prick.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned again, losing herself to the lust that, consumed all other emotions.
"She gives great head," Thomas said through gritted teeth, continuing to feed his cockpole to Gig Monroe. "This chick really knows how to suck cock."
Gig wished she had the use of her hands, which were still tied together at the wrists, resting on the ground above her head. She wanted to touch and squeeze the boy's big, powerful cock, to stroke his steelish cockpole until he gushed out his fuck-cream.
The ridge of Thomas' pricktip stretched Gig's lips as it pushed deep into her mouth. The horny blonde felt the cockhead rub against the roof-of her mouth as it pressed her tongue down. She moaned soulfully, gnawing on the driving cockstick, using her lips and tongue.
"Okay, bitch," Thomas said, sounding very uncomfortable with the use of the insulting word. "I'm going to fuck you now! I'm going to fuck you hard!"
Gig looked up into Thomas' masked face, wondering how he planned to shove his prick in her cunt with her feet tied together. He moved down her body, taking his weight off her tits, and Gig licked her lips, still being able to taste the meatiness of his pulsating prick.
"Go ahead," Gig whispered softly. "I can't fight you. Just please don't hurt me."
When Thomas got on Gig's body, his thighs on the outside of her own, she realized his prick was long enough to shove into her pussy even if she didn't have her legs spread wide for him. He guided his cock to her rosy cuntlips and flattened himself on top of her, his chest cushioned by the mountains of Gig's titflesh.
Gig sighed as the spitty prick pushed into her cunt, forcing her cuntlips apart as the cockhead was forced into her pussyhole.
"Your cock is so big. I can't believe you're fucking me this way!" she cried.
With her legs together, Gig's cunt was even tighter than normal. As Thomas' prick shoved into her cunt, the broad upper surface of the prickrod rolled slickly against Gig's hot clit, sending the burning lust in her cunt raging to a full-blown inferno. Her nipples ached with desire.
"What a fucking body!" Gig heard Thomas exclaim as he put a hand on her tit and dug his fingers into the pliable flesh.
The coarse fabric of Thomas' ski mask burned Gig's cheeks as he fucked her body, slamming his hips down to ream her tight cunt. She whimpered softly, becoming lost in the throes of her own ecstasy, squirming in the grass with her arms above her head. It was strange for Gig Monroe to have her feet together while fucking, and she discovered that although she couldn't take Thomas' cockrod into her cunt as deeply as she might have been able to, she did get more friction against her sizzling clit.
"F-Fuck me, Thomas," Gig whispered, feeling him tense up at hearing his own name. "It's okay for you to fuck me. I like it. Just fuck me hard, lover boy! Really give it to me!"
After that Gig felt as though she had grabbed a tiger by the tail. Thomas pounded her mercilessly, throwing his hips down to slam his pelvis against her body. Their thighs rubbed together while the throbbing, nine-inch prick reamed her out. Gig's excitement mounted, every nerve ending intensely alive.
Shivering as though from cold, Gig's body twitched and spasmed. When Thomas planted his lips on her neck and sucked hard on her tingling flesh, she thought she would cum right then and there.
Everything that Thomas did was a turn-on for Gig Monroe -- the roughness of the ski mask against her face, the hard, demanding fingers that gouged into her tits, the way the boy threw himself into her pussy. Her cunt was open wide, even though her thighs were together.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" the boy grunted as he stabbed his fiery cockpole into the hot, milking recesses of Gig's pussy.
He'd never felt a pussy so tight. Gig's cuntlips were dragging along his pounding cock, literally sucking the cum from his balls.
Gig rolled her head to the side and looked at David. He was stroking on his cock, but, it wasn't completely hard yet. It excited her to be fucking one boy while another watched her, and she became acutely aware of the ties around her wrists and ankles. Being in bondage added to all the other crazy emotions going through her.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Gig whispered.
As Thomas pounded her thighs with his hips, driving his cock into her pussy with lightning speed, Gig consciously tightened her cuntal muscles around his prick. She was immediately rewarded with a thick, heavy blast of cum that splattered her cuntwalls and flooded her womb.
The scalding jets of fuck-cream heated up Gig's body from the inside and she, too, was pushed over the edge of ecstasy. She came fiercely, her pussyjuice spewing from her cunt to trickle in the valley of her asscheeks.
"No... no more," Gig said weakly, her body tingling from head to foot, "I can't take any more. Please don't fuck me again."
Gig heard David's hollow laughter and she knew that he would be forcing her to service his big prick again before her evening would be over.