Chapter 6
Whimpering. Janey gazed up at the magnificent cock, jerking stiffly now as he moved, his nuts jostling about in the fine-skinned pink scrotum.
She wanted it, wanted to suck it!
He seized her arm, jerked her up and threw her onto the bed. "On your knees!" he cried. "That ass of yours, shit what a nice big ass! Squeeze up to it -- man, that looks good."
Janey kept on the bed, her back to him.
"No!" Barbara cried.
Janey saw herself in the mirrors, on hands and knees, her breasts hanging, the white globes of her ass up high. In this position her hairy cunt-lips protruded. Janey knelt doggy-style waiting for a cock to be stuck up her gaping hole, a slave to the lusts of others!
"Shit what a hairy twat!" Burt chuckled. "She's got cunt hair as long as my fucking fingers. That's some nest."
"Well, I like it," Barbara said.
"Oh, it will turn on plenty of 'em. But I like a shaved cunt. Barbara, how about I poke her a couple and then fuck you?"
"Up your ass!" the girl snarled. "Go on, get to it, you prick!"
Burt ran his hands over Janey's ass globes. "Go finger fuck yourself, Barbara. Christ, this cunt has her lips hanging wide open and dribbling drool down her leg. You must've been eating her, Barbara."
"You turd, you know I don't lap pussy."
"Well, let's see how her hole feels."
He fisted his cock, and as Janey watched in the mirror, holding her breath, he steered it in between those hairy lips and pressed the mouth of her cunt.
"Snug," he muttered. "Christ, you'd think you could put your fist in, the way her cunt looks."
"She has a lovely cunt, Mrs. Claymore said."
Janey, hearing them discuss her as though she were an animal, felt tears well in her eyes. How foolish she had been to run away from home! And yet she had known some moments of bliss here, safe between Barbara's legs, nuzzling her sweet pussy, protected. And Barbara had said she wanted it every night.
Now the cockhead was lodged in the mouth of her cunt. He lubricated it, cranking his cock around, and it did stimulate her.
When he pushed onward she began fluttering inside, eager for more penetration.
How can I be so debased, she thought, that I want this evil boy's cock inside me?
Yet she did. She was squirming, and now backing to it! Forcing herself backward, impaling herself on the unbelievable length of man meat!
Burt seized her hips, gave a grunt and shoved brutally.
Janey cried out. Hurt! A foot of cock had plunged up her fuckhole, filling her, stretching her. She tried to pull away but he held her in an iron grip. And then, oh God, the worst shame of all, her vaginal muscle, clutching the bony shank, and pulled, milking it!
"Hey, she's got a snapper!" he laughed. "Shit, Barbara, what a cunt I'm stuck into, pulls like a calf sucking a tit!"
Janey, blushing with shame, saw her mirror self begin moving, rocking back and forth on that long, horny prick.
Yes, she was shoving back, impaling herself on his cock, gasping with excitement as she eased off, then hurrying back, ramming, flattening her ass-cheeks against his belly.
"Janey cunt, you like that cock, huh?"
She gritted her teeth. In the mirror she saw her breasts swinging as she rocked back and forth. And the heat inside, the quirks and pulls, the seething, scorching feel of her cunt sucking that awesome tool!
Then she glimpsed Barbara's face.
The girl's eyes had narrowed and darkened with lust. She was licking her lips. She had a hand between her legs and was squeezing her shaven pussy.
"Burt, maybe I changed my mind. It makes me so horny watching you fuck her. Look, you've done enough. You can tell Mrs. Claymore she has a terrific cunt."
"I gave you your chance," he said.
"Come on, you said you'd rather fuck a shaven pussy. Burt, quit it and give me some meat!"
Janey, ramming back at him, felt it all boil up and begin to spit and surge, out of control, her cunt and clit at the same time pulsing on a single hot wave. The wave flew up and engulfed her titties, the caps bulging out dark red, the nipples appearing long enough to rake the bed. The flush of orgasm burned her face and seeped down to her violently-lurching breasts.
"My cum!" she moaned.
"Shit, she's gushing all over me!"
He had the rhythm of her fuck now. He was yanking her hips as she thrust back, hurtling in, his cock squishing loudly in her pooling juices.
"Harder!" she cried. "Please fuck me harder, Burt -- I mean Mr. Burt. Oh please, Mr. Burt, stick your tool up my hole hard..."
He was laughing as he rammed in, swatting loudly against her spread ass-cheeks, his balls whacking her belly.
"Ah-hhh!" Janey moaned as the second scalding wave flashed through her and she scaled the hump. She was screeching.
Barbara cried, "Burt, honey, you got to save me some! Oh Christ, I'm hot and here I sit finger-fucking myself!"
That was the last Janey heard except for her own echoing cries as the flashing waves of orgasm took her down the slope beyond the peak.
She was collapsing. She flopped from her doggy stance. Down flat, sprawled on the bed, panting.
But still Burt's cock slid in and out of her gushing fuckhole.
When she came to, her cunt was throbbing.
Burt stood by the bed, hips forward, which made his erection appear to jut out unbelievably. Gazing at it, from the fiery red flare of the head, back the rigid down curve to where wet pubic hair masked the root, Janey wondered how her cunt could have contained that prodigious length. But it had, for the entire tool glistened with her cunt-juice.
Barbara lay on her back, legs up, finger-fucking herself. "Please, Burt, I've got to have your cock up my hot hole!"
He grinned, then shrugged. "Well, okay. Turn over. I fuck doggie. That keeps me free, all I see is ass."
"Please mount me, Burt honey. I need weight on my clit to make me come. Huh? Climb onto me, sweet man."
"Look, you like shaved cunts. Like this -- you can look down and see it. And darlin' boy, your cock is so long that behind you'll get only half into me. I mean, my ass will be in the way. Mount me and I'll take your whole prick inside. I bet I'm the only girl here, apron or ribbon, that can."
"Well..."
"Don't be afraid I'll kiss you, and get lovey, I know you don't want to get tanged with any girl. It's just fucking, I just want you to mount me so you can squeeze my clit. Huh?"
"All right. But no kissing."
Barbara squealed with delight. She grasped her feet and drew them toward her and far apart, completely opening her cunt to him.
Burt knelt, steering the astonishing length of his cock at Barbara's vulva.
The head slipped in.
Janey was biting her lip, anguished, for that space between her Apron Girl's legs belonged to her. But that luscious split was being violated, bony cock now stretching it, reshaping the vaginal gap to a glistening coral oval.
Barbara completed the betrayal by groaning loudly. "Honey boy, that's the strongest cock I've ever had up my hole!"
He laughed. "Shit, you've only got six inches in your cunt."
Barbara, still clutching her feet, raised her head to gaze down her belly at the cock now fucking in and out of her.
She panted. "Give me all of it, honey boy, squeeze my clit and shoot me off through my cum, honey boy!"
The husky warmth of her voice, and the softness of her gaze when she looked up at his green eyes wounded Janey.
As a mere slave of a Ribbon Girl, Janey could in no way protest the coupling of the two aprons.
He grunted, shoved, drove his prick in until his pubic hair mashed Barbara's hairless vulva.
The girl shrieked and clamped her long legs about him, ankles hooking together. Braced, she humped, squirmed, ground her cunt at his loins.
"Cum-ming!" she cried.
"Cum, baby," he laughed. He propped himself up, straight-armed, hands splayed on the mattress.
She seized his shoulders and clawed, trying to bring him down on her.
"Hey," he said, "no kissie, dig? Like you said, it's just a fuck..."
"Yes, just a fuck, the best fuck of my life!" Barbara choked. "Come down on my tits, squash them, honey boy. Oh please, they're bursting come down on my tits!"
Janey, tears in her eyes knew before Burt what the girl wanted, saw it happen as he gave in, collapsed on her, squirming on the voluptuous cushions of her tits.
Then her mouth sucked his.
A kiss? A seizure, lips enveloping his, a tongue driving out into his throat.
They stilled except for the quivering of Barbara's hips as she jerked through her orgasm.
The kiss ended. He was smiling down at her, the icy glint gone from his eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose, then she pecked his chin, and slowly, luxuriantly her arms wound about his neck.
She whispered, "One fuck won't be enough tonight."
"I guess not."
She slid a heel down his spine to his buttocks. With a sudden laugh she mouthed his ear, and Janey saw her screw her tongue into it.
"You want another aim, Barbara?"
She shrugged. "I don't care. Just so your cock is inside me."
"It's plenty steamy. I could shoot my load pretty quick."
She licked his ear. "If you want."
"But don't you need more cums?"
"I'll go off wildly when you spill your nuts. Anyhow, we're going to sleep together, huh? I'll get all I need, and probably wake up with cock inside me."
He grinned. "That's a deal."
Janey, ignored, not even existing to them, had never felt so lonely in her life.
Suddenly his hips were jerking.
Barbara tensed, went wide eyed as his bony cock began plunging in and out of her. She bit her lip, flushed, and when he banged her open cunt, she shrieked and arched up, bruising herself on his loins.
"Honey boy, you're making me cum!"
He went into long slams, the inflamed head of his cock moving out of her on each stroke, carelessly flinging back in, the entire length sludging to the heart of her belly.
He was howling.
Then his arms plunged under her back, scooped her up, raised Barbara from the bed as he went stiff all over holding the girl impaled on his ferocious fuck tool.
"Take my load!" he shouted.
Barbara, half out of her mind with joyful orgasm, kissed his mouth and cheeks and eyes and clung, knotted to him as his load blasted up her cunt.
Their collapse was violent, like a tumble off a cliff, a slamming down on the bed, both panting hoarsely.
Sobbing, Janey watched them smiling at each other, caressing tenderly exchanging love bites on throat and cheeks.
He whispered, "Go to your room now?"
Barbara nodded. "Yes, honey boy."
He raised up, pulling his still-erect cock out of her cunt with a slick noise. He gazed down at it. Globs of his creamy spew lathered it to the root.
Barbara said, "My Ribbon Girl will suck it clean, honey boy. Janey, go at it, lap the goo."
Tears spilled from Janey's eyes. My Ribbon Girl, Barbara had called her. A Ribbon Girl was handy to have about, a slave to clean cocks.
She remembered her pleasure in mouthing Burt's meat after her sucking had hardened it. And there would be the beloved taste of Barbara's cunt-juice. No, she did not mind. What bothered her was their treating her like an animal, as Barbara had put it like a puppy dog or pussy cat.
Burt stepped to her. She grasped the slippery length and mouthed the side of the shank, licking and sucking the white goo off, first around his pubic hair, then out the stem, saving the head as though it were a choice tidbit that she now popped into her mouth. With tongue and lips, she sucked his prick clean.
The smell of Barbara's cunt was strong, nose-tingling, and she sobbed at being denied the right to get to its source.
"Babs, honey, she sucks so good we should bring her to your room, get me hard again so I can fuck you."
"I have a mouth, honey boy," Barbara said, rising now and wrapping an arm about him.
Naked, the two turned away and walked out, Burt fondling the girl's ass cheeks.