Chapter 5
"Oh .. . ohhhh ..."
I moaned as David grabbed me by the legs and lifted the bottom half of my body right up from the floor. He was a slender man. I doubt if he weighed more than a hundred and fifty pounds on his six-foot frame, and his arms were lithe as pipe cleaners, but when he picked me up, the muscles corded in his skin and I felt myself being lifted with no trouble at all. "Fold your legs around me," he said, guiding one leg into place. I clasped him at the waist, then locked my other leg around him, too. He stood very straight, very rigid, and his body bore the weight of mine easily. I was still hung by my wrists, but there was no strain upon me as I braced myself on David. "Good," he said then. "Very good. You have a real knack for this, Nanette. Don't you think so, too, Marjie?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Marjie hummed from below us. She still sat on the floor, legs folded gracefully beneath her, large bare boobs heaving softly as she breathed. "She's a real treasure. We couldn't have done better for ourselves if we'd ordered her from a catalog."
She reached up and the tips of her fingers slid along on my David-clutching thighs. Marjie seemed to know where I'd be more ticklish, most reachable, and she tickled me and she reached me. I moaned again, a throaty "Ooooohhh-" and her hand slid beneath me then, patting my exposed pussy from underneath.
I was still wet and aching from the come she'd sucked out of me. When her fingers brushed the tingly flanges of my gash, I thought it was all going to happen again, right now. I rose, still holding David in my legs, and the wrist bindings slackened where my rising loosened their strained grip.
Her fingers pursued me, spreading pussy lips, dipping inside, but only for quick teasing penetrations, withdrawing then and tracing the swollen outlines of my labia, curling among the mottled gold-and-black hair that forested my twat. "I think she's ready," Marjie sighed from down there. "I think she's more than ready."
"So am I," David agreed. "Why don't you do the honors for us, darling?"
"Honors?" I whimpered. "What is there of honor in this? You invited me into your house . . . and then you drugged me, you're doing all kinds of perverted things to me-oh, Jesussss!!"
Her finger was inside me again. It felt like her pinky, for it was so slim and tiny-but so active, too, worming about in my cunt, crooking, uncrooking, the nail scraping with playful delicacy at the sensitive, oozy lining of my cuntal tube.
So far my snatch hadn't come into direct contact with David's pecker, but that began to change as soon as Marjie withdrew her finger from that last digital foray. I settled downward as she removed her pinky, and as I came down I felt it beneath me, long and thick, incredibly hot, unbelievably swollen and engorged-the massive bulk of David's huge prick. It thrust forth directly beneath my lowering pussy and then it seemed to rise, to push upward at my twat, and somehow I knew that Marjie was using her hands now, using them to caress me through the agency of her brother's dick.
"Ooooohhh . .. it's so big ..." I couldn't hold back the words. It was big, damn it, the largest cock I'd ever seen in the flesh in all my life. And now, wedged between my legs, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing the exposed lips of my pussy, it felt twice as large as it looked. "You can't put it in me . .. you couldn't... it won't fit... I know it won't fit... you'll tear me apart-" Marjie and David each had hands on my ass-one of hers, two of his-and they stroked me in contrapuntal patterns. I writhed, but I didn't unclench my legs from around his waist, and my pubic hair was plumb against his midsection, pushing so hard that some of my cunny hairs slipped up into my gash and began to tickle me from the inside out, the same way Marjie's fingers had done a few minutes ago. I'm afraid that didn't help my composure much, and I bobbed up and down where he supported me, a million freaked-out thoughts battling for supremacy in my brain.
Part of me was shocked at what was happening. I mean, this was like something out of a horror movie. Young woman seeks refuge from the elements in isolated house, finds herself the prey of vampires or werewolves or Dr. Frankenstein or something even worse. And here I was. I'd been doped; I was tied up like Fay Wray waiting for Kong to claim his bride; Marjie had just deprived me of my virginity in lesbian love (or at least some of it; after all, she'd done all the work; I'd only responded-oh, God, I'd responded!); and now here I was, riding David in what you could call piggy-back style. Except that we were face to face, which made a hell of a lot of difference. Especially when that big cock of his touched my creamy slit again and again, accompanied by the curious tips of Marjie's skilled fingers. I was being raped. No one had asked me if I'd like to sack down for a little romp; the straps controlling my wrists, the frame in which I was bound up-they were proof enough that this was a compulsory act on my part.
But- -but, oh, God, it was also sickeningly exciting! Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and I was wetter in the twat than if I'd been screwing Keith nonstop for a week or two. At least, that's how it felt as my cunny honey dripped from my petals and coated the upper side of David's penis and the ends of his sister's fingers. Hadn't I just been bitching to myself, only yesterday (or was it ten years ago? Jesus, it seemed like ten years!), that Keith could love me but couldn't seem to excite me? Well, I was excited now. I might tell myself I wasn't, but the throbbing of my ditty made the lie choke in my throat.
"LIFT UP!!" Marjie shouted, a sudden high intense note of passion entering her voice, and she was pushing, too, pushing my ass upward. I had no choice. I lifted up. High. So high that the fists of my hands were much higher than the rings connecting my leather bonds to the wooden beams, and now it was hurting not because I'd sagged and was pulling the leather downward but because I was rising, rising, rising, and the straps were stretched upward as far as they'd go.
I had to lift high, because that cock of David's was so goddamned long and big! For Marjie to straighten it, aim its point upward at my slitted wet snatch, I had to cooperate. And, God, I cooperated! My eyes snapped shut when I felt the point of David's prick graze my pussy lips, and he was rigid against me, straining, pressing, the full stiff length of his meatstick wedged against my inadequate gash but hungry to enter, to ravage me like the Russian Army ravaging Budapest in 1957.
But his hands were under my ass, keeping me up, and Marjie used her fingers to steady her brother's cock, and-he was even stronger than I'd imagined him to be a few minutes ago when he first picked me up. David Buckley didn't waver, didn't tremble as he held me above him, and his face was calm and even-as long as you overlooked that wild gleam in his dark eyes, the gleam that made them look like glowing coals instead of black pools, the gleam that seemed to burn me as he looked up into my face.
"Beg me now, Nanette," he said clearly. "Beg me to fuck you."
"No." I shook my head. I had that much self-respect left, precious little comfort as it was. I wouldn't beg him. I couldn't beg him. Not even when Marjie made the tip of her brother's tool wiggle against me, made the very point of him separate the dripping lips of my pussy, ease inside just enough to let me feel how big a really big peckerknob could feel making entrance. I gulped, steeling my nerve.
"Beg me, you bitch!" he said, voice rising slightly though he still sounded very cool and collected. "Tell me how you're dying to have my cock inside you. How your mouth is watering for it. How your ovaries are erupting like volcanoes. Tell me, Nanette. And if you convince me, I'll fuck you."
He was crazy, but in a way, so was I. No man had ever spoken to me like that before. My men had always been sweet and tender and gentle and considerate, just like the man I was to marry a week from tomorrow back in Susquehanna. Keith. Oh, God, Keith! What would he think if he could see me now, if he could only know what my little premarital vacation had led to? Would he share my feelings of humiliation and helplessness? What would he think?
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Part of me wished I was anywhere else but here, but the rest of me was a dripping, aching, melting cooze of pussy flesh, bathing the head of David's insistent cock with little spurts of milky secretion from deep in my guts. I strained against him, felt that cock wobble on my labia, felt it press back in reply as Marjorie lent support with her fingers.
"Beg him for it, Nanette," she panted from beneath me. "Beg him to fuck you. You're nothing," she added, "nothing but a toy. A toy to be fucked and sucked and used however we feel like using you. Oh, darling-let's give her a taste! Just a taste! And then she'll beg-I know she'll beg for your delicious prick once she's had a sample!"
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!" I screeched, moaning like a banshee as Marjie's fingers guided the end of her brother's cock into me." My labia melted like hot butter as he pushed upward, steered by his sister's hand, and he was driving his way into my depths, spreading me unbelievably with his fat-fleshed bone as I climbed up, up, stretching my leather wristbands again, stretching till they clawed into my flesh and made me whine with muted pain, but still that cock plumbed me, rolling into my snatch as if there was no end to his cock's penetrating length.
And maybe there wasn't. I rose, pulling myself up with those leather straps, and then I'd reached my limit and I hung impotently - but he hadn't reached his limit and he was far from impotent. My cunt was full of him, but I could look down with flickering eyes and see that little more than a third of his steely length was actually inserted within my portals, but oh, God, that four inches or so of David Buckley felt as big as any two men I'd ever fucked in my past life.
"Jesus ... oh, Jesus!!" I was gasping , and hyperventilating and my head felt icy cold while the rest of my body was like the inside of an oven. "You're tearing me apart... oh, you're fucking me to death . . . goddamn you . . . goddamn you ... goddamn you . . . Ohhhh-" "That's not what you're supposed to say," David whispered, the calm dispassionate voice of a madman, I thought, with the precious little thinking apparatus I had left. "You're supposed to scream for more. Why don't you scream for more, Nanette, my pretty little toy? I want to play with you, but you're not playing the game correctly."
And he slid a bit more of his cock into me, pushing it up my sex chute, reaming me wider than I'd ever been reamed before. I felt my guts turn upside down and then I could no longer keep myself hoisted up, out of his dominating reach. My body seemed to collapse and I slumped down upon him, and then-oh, God, then!!! I was full of him! His entire foot-long hot dog was jammed into my pussy, and the fat swollen knob of him had to be inches deep in my womb, for my loins were smack-dab against his and I could feel the jiggling of his small tight scrotum in my pubic bush.
My legs clenched around David, and I tried to lean back, lift up-anything to relieve the agonizing stuffed pressure inside my pussy-but I couldn't. I only quivered and writhed and trembled against him, and his hands were strong and supportive where they cupped my ass, as strong and supportive as his legs and spine which held both of us up, locked in the act of filling my snatch with his pecker.
"You son of a bitch!" I moaned, voice small and tight and faraway in my ears. I closed my eyes and my head shook uncontrollably, as uncontrollable as my ass.
Something touched my buttocks then, something wet and flat and frisky, and somehow I had enough presence of mind to realize that Marjorie, still on the floor beneath us, must be licking my ass. Ouch! Oh, God, ouch! She'd bitten me! Her teeth clenched on my tender derriere and dug in, and I began to rock up, away from her, as my tits bumped David in the chest.
"Are you going to beg me to fuck you now, Nanette?" he asked softly, stroking my cheeks and hair with his lips. The tip of his tongue brushed across my face, and the skin began to tingle. I felt a deep flash spread across my features and blood pulsated thrillingly at my temples. A red haze dimmed my vision for a moment, and I tried to focus on his pale, calm face, but the only thing I could think of was that enormous cock buried to the hilt in my snatch.
It wasn't moving, just filling me with its incredibly bulky presence, and I felt my cunny juices liquid and steamy all around him. He hadn't torn me apart. He'd raped me, he'd forced me to accept the full length of his majestic penis, but he hadn't torn me apart, even though the splay of my pussy was gigantic and the lips ached from making room for him.
Indeed, I was lubricating around him as copiously as if I'd pissed instead of creamed, and there was a hot excited pulsing in my snatch. Was it the throb of blood in and out of David's cock, or was it my clitoris, responding shamelessly to his invasion? Or-Jesus-could it be a fantastic combination of both?
And Marjie. Down there, using her hands and her mouth on my ass. Stroking me. Pawing me like a high-school boy horny and hot with his first girlfriend. Her fingertip gouged at my spread anal opening and I groaned, thinking she meant to digitally sodomize me. Before I could finish that groan her finger was gone and her tongue had taken its place, her tongue that licked my asshole, licked it, licked it, licked it-pried at the tight, resistant opening as if it could gain entry where her finger had been too large - oh, Jesus! She nearly made it! The more she licked, the more fluid my anal muscles became, and I felt my control oozing away, melting like a snowman when the sun catches it. Her tongue kept gouging, kept stabbing, spearing. My asshole dilated, almost big enough for her tongue to enter, and she exploited that momentary weakness, gripping my buttocks with two clawing hands and fucking up, up, passionately attacking my anus until every nerve and muscle in that part of my body twitched and trembled and even more pussyjuice flowed around her brother's dick.
"Beg me, Nanette," he whispered again, kissing me between the eyes. "Beg me to fuck you, and I'll do it. I'll fuck you."
I closed my eyes and knew that I had no more resistance left in me. My cunt was so goddamned full, so beautifully stuffed with him-already it felt as if the end of his dick was trying to fuck its way out my mouth from the inside - I sighed woefully, and I felt my tits heave, the nipples stiff as iron and hot as burning coals, and I said, "Yes, Jesus, yes! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck meeeeee!!!"
And almost simultaneously Marjorie pursed her lips around my tingling asshole and sucked, sucked, God she sucked as if she meant to clean me out! I" felt my guts convulse, and I could have sworn that she vacuumed them toward her pulling mouth, that all my insides were flowing out through my shitter, but the strange idea passed quickly because I had something else to concentrate upon then. David had begun to fuck me.
"This is what you wanted, Nanette," he whispered as he broke into his pace, "but I'm not giving it to you because you begged me for it. I'm fucking you because it gives me pleasure to fuck you. Your pussy is wet and tight, and it's not deep enough to take me without a little pain. Pain for you. I don't feel any pain but I can see in your eyes that you do. It delights me to see that pain, Nanette - to know that even as you find pleasure bouncing on my rod, you're also hurting and aching. So, take this, Nanette, my precious little toy-girl. Take this, and this, and this, and this . . . " And I was taking it, bouncing and bobbing and rocking up and down as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. He couldn't get much withdrawal, because of the way I was strapped fast to the beams, but he more than made up for it with the fury of his short strokes. It felt as if he were tossing me up into the air, the way a bull tosses a clumsy matador, then lunging up to follow that toss with a deep stroke that made my guts jiggle and shiver, and I'd come down upon him, my legs twitching around his waist, our bodies joined so hotly, so tightly that I wondered if he'd ever be able to extract his pecker, once this fuck was over.
Or did I care? What realization swept across me as I fucked him, as Marjie continued to play with my ass and thighs (she couldn't keep an oral grip on my anus now, because David was bouncing me about too friskily). Her fingers caressed the super-splayed lips of my twat as her brother's cock slicked in and out, and she rubbed eagerly at my clitoris, sending through me spurts of excited pleasure that made me melt all the more sluttishly against David when our bodies came together.
As I said, he wasn't really slamming me with the full length and thickness of his cock on each stroke. It was more like a series of quick, short, darting penetrations, and probably no more than three or four inches of his prick actually moved in and out of my slice, but God in heaven, they were enough!
He was vicious in his fucking, there was not the meagerest trace of gentleness in the way he gave me cock, and the rampant self-centered force of his screwing was more than matched by the cruel bites and finger flits that Marjie visited upon my pussy and the nuts and root of her brother's dong. This, I thought as I took it, this is what I've always dreamed sex could be like! And now that it's happening, now that I'm in the embrace of Rhett Butler rather than Ashley Wilkes, what should I do? What should I say? What should I think? Marjie's finger coursed into my twat, ramming alongside her brother's shotgun pecker play, and it seemed to split my cunt to the breaking point. I was so goddamned full of him that there was no room for her, and I screamed wildly, rocking up and down, mad to escape the superfluous presence of Marjie's finger but not willing-god, not willing!-to escape too far. I sank down again, and it was both of them in me, his prick, her middle finger, and my cunny flooded hot goo around them, hot girl-juice that leaked from my gash and wetted David even more lubriciously as he screwed and screwed and screwed.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Marjorie cooed, and then her teeth closed upon the flesh of my ass, closed like a piranha's teeth, dug into me, mauled me, drew blood. Oh, I knew I was bleeding from her teeth, knew that my ass was staining red where -she chewed upon me without mercy, and I was full of them, full of these mad, perverted, incestuous twins, and I felt my cunt explode, explode like it had never done before, and I was nothing but a cunt, a maddened, swampy, volcano-bursting cunt that contracted and contracted--Contracted, oh, God, until I was so tight, so achingly, chokingly tight around his cock, her finger, trying to spit them out, trying at the same time to suck them up-I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I hadn't time even to care, for my head was exploding too . . . my head and my heart... my ovaries on fire . . . my body a pulsating cone of passion, of liquid fire. It had never been this good-never-could never be this good again. I could die now, knowing that once, at least, it had been so sweet, so hot, so pussy-wrenching, so . . . so ...
"JHEESSSSUUUUUSSSS!!" I screamed, rocking on David's quivering, thrusting dong, my ass bumping down, rising up, bumping down again upon Marjie's hungry mouth. "COME-COME- COME INSIDE MEEEEE!!! OOOHHHHH, GODDD!! I'M COMMMM-" And then I didn't have to say anymore - couldn't, in fact, say anymore. I was nothing. Nothing but a toy, a toy that had been wound up and turned on and was totally out of control. They'd done this to me, goddamn them, David and Marjie, and I still didn't know why-only knew that it had happened-that it was happening- And still that huge cock of his was buried in me, gouging the hell out of my tender pussy-even more tender now, thanks to the explosion of sensuality that had made everything else in the universe seem minor by comparison - and he was ragingly erect, still fucking, just as his sister's wicked finger was still in me, doing cruel but oh so lovable things to my body, and my legs were wrapped around him and I just humped and humped and humped, sucking that dick up my raging channel, sucking the finger too, my lips fluttering, tears rolling from my eyes, my boobs heaving, the nipples so stiff and brittle that if anyone had touched them, the rosy buds would certainly have broken off.
Marjie pulled her finger from my hole, and suddenly I seemed less full, though it was only an illusion. David's cock inside me was more pecker than most women could dream of taking, and he still hadn't come. I was radiantly orgasmic, almost totally lost in my own private world of sex and beauty and magic, but vaguely, distantly, I could hear Marjorie Buckley tell her brother, "Me now, me now! You've blasted her off! Now give it to me!"
And then I slumped and slouched, and I realized that my legs were loosening-being loosened-from their hold on David's waist. "No . . . no . . . please ... keep fucking . . . don't stop . . Jesus .. . don't ever stop . . .
As if my wishes mattered. I was their toy. They'd already made that clear, with words, with their bodies- My feet banged against the floor and I sank, sank until the leather bands snapped tight and it felt as if my arms would be torn from their sockets. "AAAAHHHH!!" I cried, hurting, but still trapped in the mystic world of orgasm, an orgasm that didn't want to stop.
David's cock was gone from my dripping cooze, and he was stepping back, turning to the side, profiling himself in front of me, that cunt-slick dong thrust outward, imperious and arrogant in its unrelieved erection.
Marjorie was still on the floor, and I saw now that she had all the fingers of one hand buried in her shaven slit. And I mean buried! She was wrist-deep in herself, legs twitching as she fed that fist up her nookie, and her eyes were glazed with lust and arousal. She looked at me, groaning, and I could sense that it was true. To her, as to her brother, I was only a toy for their gratification. They had used me. Now they had needs and desires of their own to fulfill and I could swing on these leather wrist-bindings till hell froze over, if the mood struck Marjie and David.
She reached up, taking hold of his cock where it jutted up, and her hand slid up and down him. I could see my pussy juices glistening on his penile length, and she sopped them up with her palm. "Aaaaahhhh," she moaned, bringing that hand to her mouth. She licked the hollow of her palm, licked it greedily, sluttishly, and a twinge of wistful envy shot through my groin. Oh, Jesus, if I hadn't known before, I knew it now!
I wanted to be there, with them, making love. I didn't want to be tied up here, watching, my body jerking as ripples of that nonstop come kept making my twat a study in the mixture of pain and unimaginable pleasure blended into one indescribable emotion. I wanted to roll lustfully on the floor with David and Marjie, feel each of their bodies rubbing against mine. I wanted to slip my fingers into her shaven cunt, lick the dripping juices from her bare petals, suck honey from the churning depths of her body. And I wanted him, too, wanted his dong imbedded in my snatch just one more time, wanted to massage him in the rippling tunnel of my sex till he exploded, spewing, vomiting Ms cum so far into my body that the hot viscous milk rose up my throat and seeped from my lips and ears and nostrils.
But I couldn't, for I was tied fast in those leather bands that held my wrists, and I quivered and convulsed in their power, bound securely in the captive's frame that held me, and I watched, my tongue hanging out, as Marjie lifted onto her knees (still fist-fucking herself) and opened her mouth to receive David's cock. Last night I'd thought it only a dream, but this time I knew it was real. She sucked him in, swallowed him, and her bobbing head completely enveloped the overgrown bulk of David's dick. For the longest moment she was on him, down on him, kissing his balls and groin while she trapped his cock in her oozing mouth. I felt a tightness in my guts as I watched, and I tried to imagine how it would be for that cock to be in my mouth, fucking my throat as cruelly, as complacently, as efficiently, as it had fucked my aching pussy. "Me," I whispered, "let me try .. . please but apparently they didn't hear me. Marjie kept her head there, all of his tool in her, and slowly, oh god, so slowly, she lifted her face, the sopping rigidity of his prick creeping from the sweet trap of her lips.
"Me-" I said it again, and the itch between my legs was like the bite of an insect. I wanted to scratch it, yet my hands were firmly bound and I could do nothing. Nothing. Except watch, with tear-filled, lusting eyes.