Chapter 8
Jane, sobbing and gagging from having had to gam Elsie, was dragged up to her feet as Davy, showing his possessive desire to make this delicious black-haired girl his "mama," seized her long hair-braid and jerked it upwards cruelly. With a yell of pain, grabbing for her hair, Jane scrambled to her feet.
"Well, we ain't gonna fault you none because you don't like pussy. So long as you like prick. And baby, are you gonna get plenty! Help me peel her down raw-that's the way I like to fuck a jane like her-hey, that's a pun, Janie's her name, ain't it?"
Marva was forced to remain in her ignominious and shameful spanking pose over Ruth's lap, her wrists still tied behind her, her panties still twisted down around her ankles now, her bottom still naked and exposed, with not an inch of warm olive-satiny skin exposed unmarked, for the slipper-sole in Ruth's hand had decorated Marva's lovely, jouncy ass ovals with a darkening red, which burned atrociously. In fact, Marva couldn't help squirming restlessly, which drew from Ruth the bawdy observation, "Hey, Davy, if you're lookin' for a girl that-likes pussy, I betcha I got one here! Lookit this little deb rub her pussy over my lap. I guess the spanking made her tail so hot, she's just as hot in her snatch."
"We'll find out later. Right now I gotta take care of my new mama right," Davy asserted. Ken had come over to help him rip off poor Janie's clothes, leaving her just in her bobby-socks and loafers. They left her hands tied be-hid her back and left her black-rimmed spectacles on, because the sight of these heavy-rimmed glasses on her anguished face with the rest of her all naked and enticingly creamy-white (save of course her bottom, which Elsie had vividly painted a bright red with the pine-wood panel) excited them all the more.
"Hey, I got a new idea!" Davy suddenly exclaimed. "You still got Marva lying over Ruthie's lap, so whyn't we put little Janie here on her back with her head turned toward Marva's face. That way, Marva can lean over and kiss her chum all she wants and sort of soothe her while she loses her cherry P
'That's a humdinger, Davy! You're really on the ball," Buck quipped.
"Nooooo, I don't want you to-let go of me-I'm going to tell the police-help me, oh help me, someone!" Jane shrieked.
But it was easy for the two youths to seize her by waist and armpits and lift her kicking and struggling naked body and lay her down on the couch, placing her on the couch so her tender bottom was jammed against the old, rough upholstery of this broken-down piece of furniture which had been left in the abandoned farmhouse. She screamed again as Davy began to fondle his prick, which he had liberated from the zipper of his corduroy trousers, and with a kind of hypnotized fascination and dilated eyes, the black-haired teenager watched his organ swell and turgify, the dark blue veins standing out cord-like against the swollen shaft.
"Noooo!" she squealed piteously.
Ken and Hank had come over to watch and to hold the unfortunate victim down. Hank clutched her pigtail in his left hand, while Buck put both his palms against her belly and pinned her to the couch. Her legs began to kick, and both her loafers flew off, and Elsie, who had peeled down to bra and panties and sandals, cupping her titties luxuriously, stood nearby and made salacious observations aimed at further exciting the young "Leather Lashers." She giggled, then said, "Hey, look at Janie's snatch! Boy, is it hairy! She ain't old enough for all that, but she's sure got it! Think you can find the hole through all that, Davy lover boy?"
"You better believe it. bitch!" he snarled as he now mounted on the couch, grabbing both her knees and shoving them wide open. Jane uttered another wild shriek, twisting her face from side to side now.
"All right, deb," Ruth drawled, picking up the discarded leather slipper and tapping Marva's already blazing bottom with it, "you just lean your face over there, baby, and start kissing your little girlfriend good and sweet and tender-like, or I'll paddle you rawer than you are already, you hear me?" And raising the old slipper high, she brought it down full-force over the tops of Marva's already burning hips.
"Owweeeouuuu!! ! " Marva stretched herself forward until she could reach Jane's panting mouth. In desperation, not wanting to endure any more of that atrocious spanking, the lovely dark-haired teenager managed at last to fuse her mouth to Jane's, while Hank yanked at the brunette's hair and growled, "And you quit squirming around like that, you just kiss Marva real nice and sweet, or we'll really put you through the mill when we get done fucking you, baby-doll!"
But Jane twisted her face away and shrieked out, "Marva, oh Marva, please help me! They're going to do it to me-I don't want them to-please help me!"
"You better kiss her mouth shut right quick" Ruth warned, with a whack of the old slipper that bit against the outer edge of Marva's right hip, "Or I'll go get a rope and tie knots in it and really whup ass good and hard."
"Please, Jane, I can't help you-you've got to-oh please let me kiss you," Marva moaned. She had her own ordeal in mind, and even though her friendship for Jane was intense, she did not relish the thought of another spanking after the one she had just endured.
But by now, Davy, having gripped the sobbing Jane's bare knees, had crouched himself over her, and his prick was brushing the curly black strands of pussy-hair which framed the tender pink virgin quim. Madly Jane tried to evade him, but between Hank and Ken, who continued to yank at her hair and press her belly down, she was helpless.
With a shriek, she announced to all that he had just entered her pussy-lobby, and Davy's own growl of joy confirmed it. "I'm in, youse guys! Jeez, is this little bitch of a deb tight!"
Mad with shock and revulsion, Jane strove with all her might to arch herself up, but she couldn't. He had banged up against her cherry and now, his hands gripping her titties while Ken gripped her ankles, Davy pressed home. A piercing yell attested to the piercing of Jane's maiden seal, and Marva, who had already had three or more noisy whacks of the old slipper against her blazing bottom, sobbingly managed again to fuse her mouth to Jane's and this time to force the unfortunate sufferer to accept her kiss.
Hank helped out by pinning her shoulders now, and Hank and Ken watched from close range at the martyrdom of this not-yet-sixteen-year-old virgin sacrifice to the lust of the "Leather Lashers."
Davy was in seventh heaven. "Boy, has she got a tight box, this tight little four-eyed piece!" he gloated. Jane's glasses were by now fogged with her tears and her frantic breathing, and she could hardly see through the tears which stung her swollen, straining eyes. Besides, Marva's face covered hers now, and Marva was kissing away for dear life, something which this time was exactly the case, because Ruth kept whacking away on Marva's flaming bottom with a reminder of what might ensue if Marva didn't show the proper spirit of cooperation.
Now having reached the bottom of Jane's tight young cunt, Davy lay there luxuriating in it, feeling her walls clip and nip and grip his imbedded tool. Then slowly he began to withdraw to the very brink, then thrust himself home with a savage lunge to the very hilt, and once more the pain made Jane twist her mouth away from under Marva's and utter a shrill, prolonged shriek of pain.
The slipper came down five hard times, and it was Marva's turn to cry out in distress: "I couldn't help it-I'm doing it, OWW! Oh please, don't spank me any more-please-I'm doing it!"
"Not good enough, though," Ruth sneered. "Now you get her mouth back and shut her up, or I'll see to it you get another smack." Adding another furious, noisy whack which fairly made poor Marva's hips jump, the dark brown-haired teenager tried to make a last desperate attempt to clamp her mouth over Jane's and at last she succeeded. Now Davy was fucking Jane with a savage piston-like vigor, making the girl's body bound and jerk, and made the old couch creak its promise that one day soon it would break down completely.
But the excitement, the vision of her milky skin and of her exquisite and agonized face behind the glasses, the feel of her tightness against his swollen ramrod all served to unman the "Leather Lasher" long before he had hoped it would end. Grinding his teeth, he tilted back his contorted face, and let out a bellow as he felt himself lose all his spunk. Jane once again shrieked as she twisted her face desperately from under Marva's and felt the warm surge of his jet in her womb and knew herself to be no longer virgin, sullied and polluted . . . and maybe even made pregnant.
Davy staggered to his feet, his cock stained with Jane's hymeneal blood. Taking a handkerchief out of his hip pocket, he wiped himself with a satisfied smirk.
"I got her started for youse guys," he announced proudly. "But you ain't gonna feel it as tight as I did, 'cause I was the first. That's my mama now. Youse guys can take a turn now, but after today, you gotta ask but good. Only Big Ed gets his pick of her twat without my say so."
This was the law of the gang; they all understood it and nodded. But now Ken pleaded seniority, and after a grudging argument, Buck and Hank at last agreed, but both ordered him to make it quick.
There was no danger of that, for by now again poor Jane was kicking her legs in the air and struggling madly. Davy squatted down, grabbed her right ankle and held it tightly in both hands. Elsie leaned over the back of the couch and seized the other ankle, to do her share for the gang. Liberating his prick, which by now was even more rigid, more swollen, sturdier than Davy's, Ken now flung himself atop Jane. His hands began to squeeze her titties, and the young girl tried desperately to twist herself out from under him. But Marva was still hanging on to her, under a few stinging reminders from that leather sole had sent fresh waves of scalding pain through her swollen ass.
Ken fucked more slowly, but he didn't last much longer. For him, Jane's pussy was tight and frictional in its effect, too. So soon he gushed his bubbling venom deep into her womb, got to his feet and sniggered, "Yeah, man, she's gonna make a real sexy deb, you watch and see!"
Hank went next, and Ruthie glanced at him jealously. She was even envious as she watched his lithe body move up and down, pumping deeply into poor Jane's ravaged sheath. To make up for her jealousy, she gave Marva's swollen naked bottom about a dozen hard whacks, and Marva shrieked and lunged for Jane's mouth, once again capturing it and silencing the brunette's cries with her own frantic sucking kiss.
Hank lasted all of five minutes, thus surpassing his two predecessors. When he finally got to his feet, Ruth gave him a nasty jealous look and said, "I thought I was your mama, Hank honey. Lookit how you fucked that crummy little bitch. Why, hell, honey, I bet she doesn't even know what a trip around the world is, or a blow job. You know what I can do for you, man."
"Sure, but everybody wants some variety now and then, baby. Shut your trap, or maybe I'll let Marva there take you over her lap and give you a taste of your own medicine." Hank grinned.
Now it was the turn of Hank and he lowered himself into her saddle while the other boys held her ankles and knees, spreading her to maximum so that her pink cunt gaped, showing its chafed and swollen lips from the three fuckings she had already had to endure.
Buck took his time, playing with her nipples, sucking and licking them, tickling her armpits, till once again Jane twisted her face away from Marva's and screamed for mercy. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, she was panting and trembling, for if the truth be told, the three vigorous plowings of her womb brought her very close to pussy-come.
And finally when he did come, Jane arched, a look of surprise on her flushed, tearstained face, then uttered a low, sobbing groan, as her body quaked in answering come.
"Hey, she'll make a real hot deb! Jest look how she shakes that snatch of hers, you guys!" Buck enthused as he staggered to his feet, his prick greased and still stiff from its sojourn in Jane's tight, moist love-scabbard.
"Now I think we ought to tie this bitch up and gag her, then go to work on Marva here."