Chapter 2
Trina looked out the door. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling, hiding Jack's face for a moment, then revealing it. His eyes had an odd savage brightness.
"OHHHH!"
The water blasted against her tits. Her nipples drove into the firm flesh of her titties. She felt the whole mass of each tit aching with arousal. Oh God, this was awful-terrible! The outside heat of the water and inner heat of her pussy combined to make the girl pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the stream.
"Crawl, baby, crawl around on the fuckin' ground. Man, you're good at that...real good."
The heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made Trina's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. She tried to stop her insane horniness by holding her hands over the wet clump of cunt-hair. Her hips still rolled: Worse yet, she found her fingers actually digging into her cunt, working against the slick, warm pussymeat, arousing it still further while the water played its devilish trick.
"Fuck it out, bitch-go on, fuck it out!"
They were screaming at her now. She couldn't hide her scalding arousal from them. The sheer power of the water made her flesh eager for more abuse. Trina couldn't keep herself from fucking back at the stream, actually wishing it were a cock-a nice, long thick cock reaming out her hole. Once or twice she wished Jack would throw down the hose and come over to her, throw her down against the floor and fuck her like the bitch she was.
Trina shoved a fist to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she didn't want them to see her starting to cum.
"AHHHHH!"
And starting to cum she was! Incredible as it was, the young woman was teetering on the brink of orgasm, and all over some hot water. Christ, what kind of slut was she? A man hadn't even touched her and she was ready to pop off! The girl closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She felt the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the same tension she felt when toying with her cunt in bed at night. Yes, yes, she hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her orgasm tapered off.
Trina twisted her hips, actually looking for the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic, personal. The whirling ball of sexual hunger in her crotch accelerated, sharpening as the water beat at her clit. The young blonde writhed, reaching up, trying to get the flow of the stream on her clit.
"OHHHHH!"
Her skin squeaked on the cement floor. Trina wanted to feel that tremendous sensation she'd felt many times at home-the sudden itchy, achy release after a tremendous building of pressure in her cunt. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
Jack knew what was happening. He swept the water away from her cunt.
"NOOOOOOO!"
It was terrible-awful! They purposely left her hanging there high and dry. The sudden cessation of heat in her pussy made the excitement inside her recede a bit. Then when Jack moved the stream back to her slot, the renewed blast sent it climbing higher. Jack laughed, wiping the sweat from his brow, training the water on her cunt, then moving it up to her tits, only to bring it back to her pussy again.
"Go for it, you little bitch. Come on, fuck it out," he snarled.
They knew! They saw! They knew she was burning up with lust. Oh, how good it was to feel the water toying with her nipples now. It was forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The underswell of her tits throbbed under that hot flow.
"OH!"
He was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It was like having a mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt mound. Trina groaned, tensing herself as she tried again to rush her climax.
"No, baby, not yet," Jack said, dropping the water again to her feet.
Trina could have cried with frustration. Nothing, nothing she could do, it seemed, could bring off her orgasm. Whenever she was close, Jack and Brad purposely moved the stream away from her pussy.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
The girl didn't care what they thought of her. She didn't care now that she was a virgin. She had to cum, had to have that release, or she'd go mad. Jack purposely was playing the hose between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the floor to wet down the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks. Trina raised her buttocks, putting her hands on her ass-cheeks and spreading herself wide for the water. She felt the wild thrill of the blast against her ass-hole.
"UGHHHHH!"
Now the force of the water had aroused every part of the girl. She had never felt such a powerful need built up in her cunt. Even the insides of her thighs ached for release. It was there, there, just within reach. Trina strained, lowering her raised thighs. She had to feel that stream on her clit. The top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last bit of hot sensuality that would send her jerking off into orgasm. "OOOWHHHHH!"
Suddenly there was a change, a jolting blast of icy water hitting her cunt dead center. Her cunt clenched like a fist at the sudden change. She could almost hear the slapping of her cuntwalls as they clamped down on nothing but thin air.
"Man, she's goin' nuts."
Trina was indeed going crazy. The teen couldn't believe how much her orgasm increased, how long the clenching of her cunt muscles lasted. The freezing water seemed to immobilize her cunt, holding it at a nearly unbearable height of pleasure-pain. She couldn't let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of her cum until the blasting water moved from her pussy.
"OHHHHH!"
Her eyes rounded and her mouth opened as moan after moan escaped her mouth. Her chest spasmed, battling against the chill of the rushing stream. She heard those filthy men laughing. But it didn't matter any more. All the girl wanted was to have those powerful streams stop.
Completely out of control, Trina wanted to shriek, but the water and gut-wrenching power of her orgasm wouldn't let her. She jerked and writhed on the floor like a speared fish, knocked semi-conscious by the onslaught against her nerves.
"Cum, cum, cum..." Trina cried.
She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the laughter of the young men behind her. She rolled over, feeling the hard stream blasting against her spasming ass-hole muscles. Trina strangled on her sobs, her breath shortened by her climax. The bright, steamy shower room darkened and the girl dragged her fingers on the cement, trying to get away from the water.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it," Brad shouted, directing the stream first over her shitter, then down to her convulsing cunt.
Her skin was painfully tight, stretched over her bones like canvas. Her nipples were hard and hurt in a pleasurable way. Her wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit both hurt and delighted her. Trina reached the opposite wall, still clawing at the cement floor to get away.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
The naked, climaxing girl climbed halfway to her feet, her head tilted back. The water hosed her shoulders, forcing her tits to the wall. With another groan Trina's arms collapsed. She slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor. Yes, she had her first massive climax, an orgasm that had knocked the senses out of her. It was as if the whole world had crashed down into her cunt. The water stopped and the room fell into a sudden silence.
"Baby, you're one hell of a trip-you know that?"
Jack dropped the hose, making his way carefully over the slippery floor and standing next to her. Trina rolled her head to one side, looking up heavy-lidded at the big man. Her body was warmed by a comforting glow while her cunt lips slowly slackened.
"Let me go," she whispered softly, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been sapped from her.
"Not yet," Jack said, slipping one booted foot under her hips and running the rough leather up and down her soft belly flesh.
Trina shivered at the cold touch of the shoe material. He was smirking at her, the front of his Levi's tenting up as his prick grew hard and thick. The girl turned her head the other way, not being able to stare at him in the face any more. He'd seen her fucking that stream of water, bucking her body around like a bitch in heat. Shame flooded her mind.
"Come on, baby, don't you wanna fuck us...all of us?"
He jerked his foot up, rolling Trina onto her ass with a sharp upward jerk. "Ugh!"
Trina moved her arms over her cunt. God, it felt as if she were moving through molasses. It was so hard to think, to push her arms and legs around. And yet she knew she had to protect herself.
"Come on, don'tcha want your pussy stuffed with cock?"
With that, Jack slid the toe of his boot over her belly again, moving it down until the torn leather tip was trailing over her cunt lips.
"Don't...don't do that," she pleaded, raising her head and watching what was happening.
"Come on, come on, don'tcha wanna fuck us all?" Jack repeated.
"No, no," Trina said, her forehead wrinkling with fear.
Jack moved around, standing between her widely splayed thighs. His buddies watched at the shower room doorway quietly, rubbing their fingers over their crotches in excited expectation while Jack toyed with the girl. Behind her the hose dripped noisily on the wet floor. Trina curled her fingers into fists, pressing them hard against her thighs. All this was coming to a head. She knew it!
"Yeah, a nice, hot cock moving in and out of that tight little hole," he said in a soft, panting voice. At the same time, the big man shifted his boot back and forth, sliding it up from the bottom of her cunt lips up to her clit. Letting out a gurgling moan, Trina felt her clit springing up suddenly, the rounded slick tip touching the leather boot. Oh, she thought it was all over! Nothing could have aroused her. And now there she was, feeling her body responding to this man's treatment.
"Stop it-please, stop!"
"Stupid," Jack said, hooking his fingers around the tops of his Levi's after having unzipped them.
Trina watched in fascinated horror, the feeling of guilt and shame washing over her once again as she thought about her mother and what she'd always been told about girls who go to bed with men before marriage.
"OH!"
It was the biggest, strangest thing she'd ever seen in her life! Jack was standing there, his Levi's curled down just below his knees. Hanging there like a fat tree trunk was his...his cock! Yes, there it was, fat and long, at least eight inches, ribbed with throbbing blue veins and capped with a purplish head drooling some sort of liquid.
"Gonna fuck you now, baby. That's just what you been wanting all this time. Come on,, guys. You can get a piece of the action too."
"Yeah, good hot, tight mouth," Ron said, unzipping his Levi's and stepping out of them.
Brad followed, the two men stripping quickly and padding over the slippery floor to the struggling girl now pinned under Jack's body.
"No, no, HELP!" Trina screamed.
Jack had fallen on top of her, his knees shoving hers apart while his prick edged up to the bottom of her cunt-mound.
"Go on and scream, you fuckin' little whore. Ain't no one around this dumb school 'cept the janitor. And he's out like a light in his room," Jack whispered, lowering his head and biting hard on her right earlobe.
Trina squealed, her legs shooting apart. She managed to work her arms free and beat savagely on his chest. But nothing could beat him off. He was too big, too heavy for her to fight. The girl felt sick with disgust. All her hypocritical actions, all her shameless flirting, all the ways she'd ignored and thus hurt her cousin Donna, were being paid for in full right now.
Trina felt Jack's hand coursing over her naked outer thighs. He was telling her terrible, awful things about the way he was going to fuck her. He said she'd be crying when he stuck his prick into her cunt. Trina didn't believe him. She felt she might be crying all right, but certainly not from pleasure.
"HELP!" she screamed again.
"Goddamn it. Get me somethin' to stop up her fuckin' mouth," Jack said.
Arching his back and moving away from the girl, he raised one hand, sweeping it down and striking her hard across the right cheek. He backhanded her, then struck her a third time. Trina screamed, her shrieks quickly turning to moans. The girl's head tossed from side to side, her hair falling over her flushed cheeks. Oh, how her brain throbbed as the sensation of those slapping fingers lingered on her cheeks! The blonde realized she had better remain quiet if she expected to survive this latest humiliation and torture without passing out.
"Here you go," Ron said, running back to his trousers and pulling out a dirty, foul-smelling jockstrap from the pile.
Jack took the garment, chuckling nastily, then curled the waistband around his fingers and stuffed the ribbed pouch into the girl's mouth.
"MMMMMFFFFF!"
Trina's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she stiffened her tongue and tried to push the foul-tasting object from her mouth. She wanted to vomit. She felt the bile rising in her throat as Jack slapped one hand away and shoved more of the jockstrap in. He kept telling her to taste it, to really enjoy it because he was going to make her suck off one of the guys and the cock would taste something like this.
"STOP IT!"
He was playing games with her, teasing her by kneading her white flesh into small knots, clenching them in his rough fingers and pinching them so hard she yelped like a kicked puppy. He bruised her inner thighs with his hands. Trina cried out again, jerking her head around and opening her mouth. She was going to bite his ear, to do something to fight back.
"BITCH!"
Jack saw what was coming and jerked his head away. Trina's teeth clamped down on nothing. She knew instantly she'd be punished for this. He called her a few more vile names, then backed up and whirled her around onto her belly. He rubbed her ass-cheeks, squeezing them harder than he'd squeezed her inner thighs. Then, clenching his teeth, he began spanking her, slapping his broad palm again and again over her ass-cheeks.
Trina worked her hips from side to side and tried to scream, but Jack had made sure the jockstrap was stuffed in well. He had looped the waistband around the back of her head, keeping one hand firmly pressed over her mouth and nose while using the other hand to torture her tits and clit.
"Come on, let's go for it," Jack said, pulling back again.
Jack rolled her onto her ass once more, hitching her knees up and mounting her slowly. He signalled Ron to come on down and slide between them.
"UNNNGHHHFFF!"
Trina felt her body pressed between Jack's hard body and the wet concrete floor. She was getting oh, so hot! It was happening all over again! Jack's prick was inching through her cunt thicket, pressing against her cunt lips, now actually spreading them apart and touching the outer folds and hollows of her cunt mouth. Strange flashes, both cold and hot, ripped through her pussy as he started inserting his cock.
"Hey, man, someone's comin', " Ron said, jumping up and running for the door.
"Yeah, come on, let's leave the bitch here. We can get her later," Brad said, stumbling around as he jerked his Levi's back up.
"Fuck, Goddamn it!" Jack muttered, slipping his hard prick from her cunt and moving back to his buddies. He grabbed his pants and slipped them on fast, all the time warning Trina not to say anything and to wait until they'd gone out.
"I..." she started to say, pulling that awful jockstrap from her mouth and throwing it away. She wanted to tell them how she hated them all, how she thought they were nothing but shit. But the girl couldn't say a word. Her hot, pulsing cunt had stolen her voice.