Chapter 5
Before the night was through, Celeste, naked and abused, had been fucked almost beyond her belief. Her pussy felt like tenderized meat from all of the hard cocks that had plundered iteven her husband getting into the act by fucking his long saliva-covered prick-pole up her battered cunt as she had been forced to lick the juices out of Rita. Celeste's tongue ached at the roots from being driven up a host of leaking cunt-holes while the women screamed for her tongue to fuck up their pussies even further.
Celeste's jaws ached from being spread wide open as three cocks slammed against her tonsils as she struggled desperately to breathe. The only men she hadn't sucked were her own husband and Bill, who seemed almost unconcerned with it all and had never never actually undressed. He bided his time through the evening, waiting and watching, while the others abused the young woman.
When it was finally over, Celeste lay on the carpet in the center of the floor with all of them gathered around to see. Every bone and muscle in her body felt battered, and her pussy and jaws were agonies to endure. Even the inside of the cheeks of her mouth felt as if they had been rubbed raw by all of the cock-fucking they'd seen. Every time she breathed, she suffered the reek of pussy-juices and male cum which were now drying stickily over most of her body. Her face was a mess, so much sex juices growing stiff there that it felt like she was wearing a mask, and even her honey-colored hair in front was stuck together, matted from pussy-juices and male cum splattered into the strands.
Around her lounged nine people, most of them at least partially naked. Only Bill still had on all of his clothes. Joan sat back in an easy chair, completely undressed with her legs drawn up and her knees parted while she absent mindedly fingered her clit. Her husband, Ralph, stood alongside her, rubbing his half-hard cockhead against the side of her face. Wanda stood against the wall near the door into the hallway like a naked goddess, her firm, massive tits and blazing red cunt-hair flashing for everyone to see.
Zelda sat on the arm of a chair, reaching down to slowly stroke on her husband's prick. Rita wore a bra and tiny bikini panties made out of black leather, and her husband Frank had put back on his jeans. Ed was bare-assed naked with his cock still hard and throbbing as he rested at one end of the couch near Bill. All of them-all nine-were staring down at the battered Celeste.
"How are we going to do it?" Wanda asked coldly from the doorway.
The corners of Bill's mouth turned down as he thought. He twisted on the couch toward Ed. "You said you and your wife were on vacation for the next couple of weeks?"
Ed nodded, glancing around the room, unable to keep his eyes off so much available tits and cunt. Even though he had been cumming all evening, he was still ready for more.
"Then it's ideal," Bill declared. "We just pass her around from house to house, every couple having her for a while. Then, on the Friday at the end of the two weeks, we bring her back here for another get-together with all of us at the same time. The way things are around here, we can consider her the neighborhood slave and not even worry about her being seen outside."
"How is that, Bill?" Ralph asked dubiously. "Other people will notice. Everybody on the block isn't in our little group."
"Most of them are," Bill assured. "This block dead ends. The only two couple on the block who don't come to our parties now are the Johnsons and the Simmons. I've already hinted around with Tim Simmons and he seems hot to join in. As for the Johnsons, my bank has the mortgage on their house and they know better than to say anything I don't like."
All of the members seemed satisfied with the arrangement. Bill turned back toward Ed, asking him what he thought of the idea.
"I don't know," Ed said slowly, his face marked with doubt. It was obvious that he had enjoyed the evening but wasn't sure what he would get out of the rest.
Bill found the magic formula to assure him. "That gives you two weeks, Ed, to see how much fucking and sucking you can get done with our wives."
The doubt swept from Ed's face, replaced by eagerness in his eyes. "You mean to tell me that I get to fuck as much as I want?"
Bill smiled. "You won't even have to ask.
These sex sluts are horny all the time and will probably spend all that time standing in line for your prick. If you want, just consider it as a kind of payment for selling your wife to all of us to use as everybody's sex slave."
"Yeah!" Ed agreed. "Let's get started."
"Ed, don't do this to me!" Celeste cried, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Bill whirled and snarled down at her. "Shut up, cunt! From now on, don't open your mouth around this neighborhood without permission and then only to lick pussy or swallow long hard cock."
"But who gets her first?" Rita suddenly asked, stroking the leather panties with her fingers.
"Yes," Bill said calmly. "That's something we have to decide. And that's something that needs to be fair."
"Eat pussy, whore!" Joan hissed down at Celeste, the tall thoroughbred of a woman poised on her knees above Celeste's face. Joan's hands pulled at her own crotch, the tips of the fingers prying the pink cunt-slit apart. Celeste could see all the way from the tiny nub of a clit to the soft folds around the mouth of the fuckhole. Around both, the skin glistened with juices.
Celeste lay pinned to her back, wrists and ankles in clamps. Naked, she had been forced onto the bed and held by Ralph as Joan had pulled one arm toward a post. Handcuffs had been snapped into place, then her other wrist had been fastened and her feet had been bound in larger metal clamps locked by chains to the opposite corners of the foot of the bed. Her arms were pulled up and wide and legs spread-eagled away from her cunt. There wasn't more than an inch of leeway in any direction and Celeste was totally trapped.
"You're going to lick my pussy from end to end and maybe even tongue out my ass," Joan continued, her voice full of threat. "Then you're going to suck on my clit then fuck your tongue all the way up my cunt-hole."
"Look at dinner, bitch!" Joan snarled, stretching her pussy-lips even farther apart. "Hard cock and what you see right now is all that you're going to eat in this house!"
At the end of the party the night before, they had walked Celeste down the sidewalk to Ralph and Joan's house at the end of the leash that Wanda had snapped to the collar around her neck. Several of the. neighbors had gone along to make sure Celeste didn't try to escape, and they hadn't given her any clothes for the trip. She had felt terribly embarrassed, and more than a little bit chilled, walking naked down the street.
Even though it was late in the night, she was sure that someone would look out and see her in her tormented shame. If someone actually did, Celeste hadn't noticed and soon she was at the house across the street from her own home. She cried out when she turned and saw how close the sanctuary of her home was, but she was forced into the other house. Locked in a spare bedroom, she had been left alone overnight and let out in the morning only long enough for a drink, a chance to take a pee and a shower in the bathroom down the hall. Then, in the afternoon, while the rest of the world idled away a sleepy Saturday afternoon, the torture of Celeste had begun again.
"Do you know why they gave you to me first?" Joan asked, reaching into her cunt-slit with one finger to flick back and forth across the top of her clit. The spread pussy was only six inches from Celeste's nose. "For the last six months I've been the sex slave for this bunch because it's always the woman of the latest couple to join up. I've eaten so much cock and pussy, and had my cunt and asshole full of so much prick, that I was pissed off about not having my turn at torturing some bitch. So now you've come along and you're it, honey! Being first is my payoff for the pain and I'm going to make you suffer for every bit of punishment that I received!"
From beneath, looking up, Joan's body looked a mile tall. The leaking pussy, spread by Joan's fingers, dominated the view since it was only inches from Celeste's face. The hair around the cunt-crease was thin, not like the brambled bush that Wanda's pussy-muff had been.
Joan's cunt-hair was brown and thin, the first wisps of it on the bottom tickling close to the puckered bud of her exposed asshole to run up both sides of the slit and finally up onto her abdomen. It was actually formed in the shape of a narrow vase, the stem of the vase the narrow paths along the pussy-slit. The cunt-gash that it surrounded had two sets of lips, an outer pair to form the slit itself then an inner pair enclosing the cunt-hole and clit. It was inside the second set where the skin grew pink and silky, awash with pussy-juices from the cunt-hole.
The skin of Joan's abdomen was tight, with a healthy tan to it as if the woman sunbathed in the nude, as the taut skin stretched up toward a set of smallish, but delicious-looking tits. The mounds were larger than Celeste's own, but were far short of the tits of Wanda and Rita. Joan's were firm tit-mounds standing straight out from her chest, aiming erect nipples directly ahead. Long, straight brown hair tumbled across her shoulders then was swept back by Joan's arms, framing the upper part of her naked body.
"Here it comes, bitch!" Joan finally sneered at her trembling captive. "Lick pussy until I tell you to stop!"
The pink maw of the open cunt-gash descended directly toward Celeste's mouth. The young woman gulped and then it was upon her, pressing hot wet cunt-lips against the lips of Celeste's face. Celeste's nose bumped into cunthair as the pussy kissed her, and the faint aroma of clean cunt swept into her nose. Like a drug, the smell made her mind clear and she was acutely aware of what was going on.
Cunt was being fed into her face! The pussy smell that was tickling her nose would be similar to the aroma of her own. It was another woman who was getting ready to fuck her face, something before she would have never believed. It was her own female neighbor raping Celeste's face with hot cunt! Somehow, what she had been forced to do at the party had been swept from her mind during the long night alone. Celeste was revolted anew by the idea of licking the cunt-hole of another woman.
"Get that fucking tongue into my cunt-slit!" Joan ordered, beginning to roll her hips slightly. The action moved the wet, silky flesh of the inside of the cunt-gash all over the lower part of Celeste's beautiful face.
Celeste pulled at the chains. There was nowhere she could go. She couldn't even turn over to avoid the pussy being pushed against her mouth. Afraid that Joan, too, would have some kind of whip or riding crop to punish her for disobedience, Celeste tentatively parted her lips. Her satiny tongue slipped out against hot cuntflesh sending a chill down her spine.
"That's right!" Joan hissed. "Stroke it with your tongue. Make my pussy purr with pleasure or I'll keep you chained there for the rest of your life!"
Celeste's tongue moved upward in the slit, collecting pussy-juices as it went. The tart, but exciting taste, swirled through the saliva of her mouth. The tip of her tongue found the stem of the clit and brushed along its side. Joan's body tensed above Celeste's face, and the young woman knew she had done it right.
Her tongue circled the clit, rubbing against the stem all the way. The bud of sex nerves grew slightly larger and stiffened until it was as tight as a string on a guitar. Celeste could almost hear its tone as it vibrated to the lapping of her tongue.
She sucked the distended bump into her lips, squeezing down on it like she was sucking a tiny cock. Joan's legs trembled and pussy-juices spurted onto Celeste's chin. The wetness splattered then ran down onto her neck.
"Now lick it," Joan urged, lifting her pussy slightly to pull the clit from Celeste's lips. "Run your tongue from end to end."
There was really little that Celeste had to do. Joan, in her pleasure, rocked her ass back and forth to move her pussy along Celeste's face. As long as the young woman kept her tongue sticking out, Joan's movement would stroke the cunt-gash against the delicious pressure. The tip of Celeste's tongue glided across the wet skin of the pussy-slit, lapping against the clit at one end and across the depression of the cunt-mouth at the other. On occasion, Joan would jerk at the end of the downstroke, sending Celeste's tongue out of the end of the gash. Once, the tip of her tongue actually bumped into the puckered mouth of Joan's shitter before Celeste could pull her tongue back into her mouth.
Something warm touched Celeste's calf and she yelped in surprise. It wasn't until his firm, masculine fingers wrapped around her knee that Celeste knew that Ralph had come back into the room. The man was almost a total shock to Celeste's senses and to her sense of order of how things had been.
Celeste knew he was a professor of English at a small community college, and she considered him to be stereotype for his job. Quiet, studious, never given much to extravagance that's how she had considered Ralph all along. It wasn't until the get-together at Bill and Wanda's where he had brutally fucked her, that she realized that she had read him all wrong. He was as much of a sex maniac as all the rest of her captors, and the last thing on his mind was giving Celeste any help.
"I've got the stuff," he told his wife. "You want me to do it now?"
'Yeah," Joan breathed, excitement building inside her. "Do it while she fucks my cunt-hole with her tongue."
Celeste wondered wildly about what they were discussing, but she didn't get much time to consider. Joan centered her cunt-hole right on Celeste's lips and ordered the bound girl to fuck her tongue up inside. Celeste probed, then curled her tongue and slipped it into the hot fuck-hole, then began pistoning it back and forth as Joan had demanded.
Meanwhile, Ralph worked with Celeste's right leg and suddenly it came free. The clamp was gone and her knee could bend, and the man forced it up toward her body. There, he pushed her knee far to the side, arching Celeste's pussy up and spreading it wide. Something warm and wet covered up her whole cunt-muff, and the cloth was rubbed into her pussy-mound to moisten it, but for what reason she couldn't decide.
Celeste couldn't see anything but Joan's cunthair and navel. The body blocked the view. Something hissed for a few seconds then the cloth was taken away from Celeste's pussy to be replaced by fingers rubbing in a lathered cream. Before he was through, Ralph had covered the whole area of Celeste's pussy, from below the navel clear back to her ass. But it wasn't until the sheer sharpness of the razor touched her that Celeste realized that her cunt was being shaved!
"Noooo!" She tried to protest but the sound mostly bubbled up Joan's cunt-hole. The woman moaned, then screwed her pussy even tighter to Celeste's face. Ralph used his thigh to block open Celeste's leg and to pin her tightly in place. So fast he might have practiced it on a thousand women, he quickly whisked away every strand of cunt-hair Celeste owned. By the time he was through, Celeste's poor little pussy was as completely bald as it had been the day she was born.
"All through!" He laughed and washed the remnants of the soap away with the cloth he had initially used to wet down her cunt-hair. "Her cunt looks like some little three-year-old pussy that's just begging somebody to eat it."
Joan swirled her pussy one more time around Celeste's lower face, then trembled and squirted more pussy-juice into the young woman's mouth. As Celeste almost gagged as she swallowed the cunt-cream down, Joan swung over and got off the bed. Immediately, Celeste searched desperately down the front of her body to where her cunt-hair had been. All that was there now was skin pinked by the razor and the top of the obscenely exposed cunt-gash running down out of sight between her legs. Never had she been so ashamed in her life. Capturing, torturing and raping her hadn't been enough; now they had reduced her to nothing but a child!
"Nooooo!" she moaned, and leaned her head back. It was hard to even look at the couple, her humiliation was so great. All through her early years, she had looked forward to and longed for some cunt-hair to show that she had grown up and left childhood behind. Now they had taken it away from her, and in some ways it was the worst thing that they had done.
Joan's hands rustled through a drawer in a night stand.
"Now where is that thing?" she asked herself. "Here it is!" she finally exclaimed triumphantly and Celeste, no longer able to resist, glanced over to see what the woman had found. What she saw left her almost dumbfounded.
It was a cock. A great big, thick, rigid rubber prick with a cock-head on it that looked like a small apple. Full-sized fake balls hung down from one end, and the shaft was thicker and longer than any real cock Celeste had ever seen. She watched as Joan reached up and twisted the balls, and was surprised by the hum that filled the room.
"The batteries still work!" Joan laughed, touching the swollen end of the obscene thing to the nipple of her left tit. It caused her whole tit to shake. Then, with a crooked smile, she glanced down at Celeste. "Your little pussy was shaved, my dear, because I never eat cunt-hole that's surrounded by hair."
The calm way Joan said that stunned Celeste. Another woman was going to lick her cunt! And the way Joan was playing with the gigantic dildo left no doubt about whose fuck-hole it would stretch.
"Get up there and fuck her face, Ralph," Joan ordered. "We don't want her mouth going to waste."
Ralph scrambled up and Joan walked around to Celeste's legs. Quickly, the young woman's foot was bound again, then Joan crawled up between the naked spread-eagled thighs. Before Ralph's naked body blocked her view, Celeste could see the other woman eyeing her naked, bald cunt.
Then that view vanished and the sight of a hard, throbbing prick took its place. The swollen cock-head was so engorged with blood that it was almost purple, and already a drop of pre-cum leaked from its piss-slit. Suddenly a wet probe pushed into Celeste's pussy and she knew that it must be Joan's tongue. The whole situation seemed so somehow demented, but when she started to complain, a rock-hard cock drove into her mouth. Tears sprouted from her eyes when the prick-head slammed against the opening to her throat and, at the same time, a stiff, curled tongue rammed up her tight cunt. Everything between Celeste's legs was so terribly sensitive, as if shaving her cunt-mound had exposed a million extra nerves. Even the breath from Joan's nose felt as hot as sin and as silky as velvet as it washed out over the smooth skin of Celeste's pouting, shaved cunt.
Celeste gargled her protests. The words were blocked by cock. Her pussy squirted, splashing cunt-juices into Joan's mouth. Celeste's body was almost totally out of control, caught up in what was happening even though it caused horror in her mind.