Chapter 10
Frank couldn't help thinking of Sue. They'd spent their honeymoon in a rustic, lakeside cabin much like the one he was in now. He gazed down at the red-haired young woman bound hand and foot to the rope-framed bed.
He'd have never thought of doing anything like this back then, in fact he probably would have used his stocky frame and hammer-like fists to stop the other two. But that was before they sent him to Nam and that shithole, war where he had to be a tough bastard just to survive.
Frank pushed the mattress pad under the bunk.
"Might as well make myself comfortable down there," he said. "Looks like it's going to be a long night. And it'll give me a little more reach. Hey, hot cunt, let me get my cock deeper into your pretty ass!"
Amy still couldn't believe it. Stripped of their leering grins, they all would have been such nice looking guys. Not mean like Amos, or vicious as Enos . . . not that she could tell. There must be some animal in all men, she decided. The savage instincts were still there, just better hidden in some. She couldn't help wondering what brought it out . . . why they had become such beasts with her.
Bill moved around to the head of the bunk, gazing fondly at the waves of her fiery hair. Besides envying Frank for having Sue and her big tits, he'd always envied Joe for having Rita and her long cascade of silky hair. Edna refused to wear her hair long, said it was out of place on a woman her age, making it sound like she was over the hill at thirty-three.
And Edna always had to be so fucking prim and proper, that made her seem older still. It bothered him because be didn't feel old. His hair was getting a little thin in back, his belly wasn't as lean and hard as it was once . . . but damn it, he didn't feel old!
The redhead was good that way. She couldn't have been far into her twenties. The bright gleam of youth still flashed in her eyes, and just the fact that she lived way out here in the woods meant she. still had the courage to take a chance, to enjoy life differently than in some crowded, dreary subdivision.
Edna would never do that, not even when she was young. She was even afraid to let him take a small chance starting his own business. She made him keep his boring; dead-end job . . . wouldn't sign the papers he needed to raise money to get a business going. The bitch! Her stubborn caution had chained him to a fucking desk.
Frustration seethed in him, but Bill's lips curved slowly into a grin. He was going to pump it all out, get rid of it! Rain it in the face of this pretty red-haired girl. He didn't give a damn that she kept saying she wasn't the one who sank their boat. Bill had other scores to settle.
"You like sucking cock?" he asked. He stood over her, his prick swollen hard above her face.
"Sometimes," she admitted freely. "When I have a choice.''
"You don't have a choice," Bill told her bluntly.
"With them, maybe not," Amy said, nodding toward Joe who had moved to kneel between her spread legs, then toward Frank who was adjusting himself on the pad beneath her ass. "With you, I have a choice. If I don't like your cock and what it does in my mouth. . I'll bite the damn thing off!"
Bill felt a nervous shiver, tense little waves of excitement. "Then I'd have to hurt you," he warned. "Really hurt you."
"Then it would be too late to save your pecker," she shot back coldly. A challenging look flashed boldly in her eyes.
Bill stroked his cock in a languid, gliding motion. "I'm going to like this," he decided. His life held so few risks and challenges as it was.
Amy grinned up at him, trying to understand the strange look of yearning in his tired eyes. "You just better hope and pray that I like it too!"
Joe leaned over her. "I can tell you're going to like it. I can smell your little cunt oozing fuck honey right now.
Amy shifted her gaze to Joe. She knew what he said was true. She could feel the seeping warmth spreading between her legs. Something she could not understand excited her wildly. Ropes cut her wrists and ankles and scratched hard against her back, but she was aware most of all of the mounting tension that sent warm shivers up her spine.
Amy McCoy had a strong sexual appetite, an intense natural curiosity. Her parents, thank goodness, had never filled her head with shit like other women she knew had done. She had always enjoyed sex, enjoyed it immensely ever since she discovered her cut and the wonderful things her own teasing fingers could do.
"You're awfully quiet," Joe said. He would have enjoyed a bit of a struggle.
"You want me to recite the Gettysburg Address?"
"Oooh, she's a cool one!" Frank called from below. "Maybe this will warm her up."
Frank nudged her ass with the head of his cock, working it around in circles with his hand.
Amy gasped.
"Maybe we ought to warm both ends," Joe said. He worked his cock up and down on the nub of her juicy clit.
"Aaahhh," she replied, starting to move her hips.
Bill leaned down, brushing her ear with his lips, flooding it with warm breath while he flicked at it with his tongue.
Amy gulped and felt g blazing shock of anticipation.
"I decided to start with a hole that won't bite," Bill explained.
"You bastard!" She squirmed with writhing joy. Amy loved to have a man toy with her ears. The warmth of his breath went straight to her brain and then blazed outward in all directions. Joe felt the wet mouth of her twat pucker to kiss his teasing cock-head. Frank felt a, tremor of dry heat from the tightly clenched ring: of her ass.
Bill brushed the side of her throat with his fingertips, a gentle stroking that made her skin tingle beneath his touch. It was crazy! Amy's mind reeled in confusion. She was cruelly bound, helpless to the whims and wild desires of her captors, and yet they were all fawning over her like adoring lovers. It made no sense at all. What it did was drive her wild!
Amy arched her back, cunt lips spreading warmly to swallow the head of Joe's cock. She gave a brief moan of joy and then sagged back, squirming the tense dry hole of her shitter on the rigid hot cock down below.
Joe leaned down harder, maintaining the pressure of spiral cock-strokes on the nub of her bulging cut. Her cut swelled and squirmed within a soft wet sheath of clinging cunt flesh. Frank reached up from below and hooked a finger into the bottom of her seething twat slit. The twin jolts of pleasure brought a shrill cry to Amy's quaking lips.
Bill's gliding fingers swept over her shoulder and down to the upraised mound of one tit. His fingers closed, dragging themselves up the creamy dome to its rigid tip, then they spread slowly and glided back.
"Aaaggghhh!" Amy gasped.
Joe dropped his lips on her other tit and copied Bill's pulsing strokes with sleek wet suction.
"Oooooh, God!" she moaned. Her whole body wrenched, tugging at the stiff, scratchy ropes that bound her 1:0 the bed. She had no desire to break free. . . only to grab Bill's hand and press it more firmly on her tit, to circle her legs around Joe and increase the blazing joy of his cut-strokes, to wet Frank's cock with honey from her cunt and worm it into her ass.
"Oooooh, I want you. I want you all!" she gasped.
Tremors of raging delight became more and more rapid and intense. Amy could hardly stand it. She felt nerves sputter like an overloaded circuit about to blow. Younger men she'd been with including that handsome bastard Willy with his fantastic cock seldom took the time to excite her so thoroughly.
These older men obviously knew more about what triggered a woman's most insane delights. They thrilled her with their combined skills, lifting her gently toward an unknown peak of sensuous delight.
"Enough of this romantic bull shit," Joe said abruptly. "Let's fuck! Let's fuck her good! All together, all at once! UNNNGH!"
Amy tensed at the first rough word he spoke. Her dream was shattered, broken by a stab of pain in her cunt. Joe lunged and drove in with his cock, grinding her down under his weight.
Frank arched beneath her and lanced up with . a deep grunt of joy, viciously stabbing his cock into her ass as she was forced down to meet him.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Amy wailed, rolling her head.
She craned her neck and parted her lips to stream, but Bill crouched over her head, and he stuffed her mouth full of throbbing cock.
"Munnngh," Amy groaned, gulping and trying to catch a breath through nostrils flared in shock.
Three cocks punched and jabbed at her without regard for the searing pain, without thought of how their sudden fury made her senses blur and shiver in shock. Tingling warmth became an inferno of pain, a mind-warping frenzy of cruel
lust.
Amy rasped in a sharp breath, steeling her nerves against tremors of loathing and disgust. They'd tricked her just as they had sneaking into the cabin . . . distracting her with gentle love strokes while mad desire lurked in them all.
She clenched her jaw, furious in her determination to sever the cock that stabbed so brutally into her mouth, but Bill had the heel of his hand pressed down hard on her chin.
"Gggraaah!" she cried. She could not close her jaw.
Bill bore down harder, his eyes narrow and leering with a dark gleam. "You damn kids think you know it all! Go ahead, you little bitch . . . try to bite my cock, try to grind it off before I stuff it in so far that you choke!"
With intense effort, Amy could barely move her mouth. Her teeth grated lightly on the rough, webbing of blue veins that pulsed hotly on his cock. That made him moan with joy and he forced more of his cock into her mouth.
Instead of gliding smoothly, Bill plunged his prick quick and deep to trigger her gag reflex, to set off retching spasms rising from deep in her gut to climb the length of his cock.
Joe and Frank fucked her in perfect unison; grinding her tender frame between their hairy groins. Both grunted deep, rough sounds of joy. Amy felt twin thrusts of burning pain, but she could not control her heaving throat enough to utter even a choked-off moan. She shook in silent horror.
Bill's loose ball-sac draped Over her nose, almost shutting off her breath. She could feel his balls dragging back and forth on her cheeks, heavy with a hot load of cum. Joe's swaying balls raked the creamy, inner surface of her thighs, thumping hard with their massive charge..
Amy's nostrils flared and she sucked in air with a frantic gasp while Bill bottomed his cock on each thrust. The first racking spasms of her throat gave way to a steady rhythm, of smoother pulses. Her tight throat caught the cadence of his driving cock and began to move with it, gripping wetly.
"Aaaahhh!" Bill said, easing the hand pressure forcing open her jaw. He had no reason to fear her now. He wanted to feel her sack, to nip and grind lightly with her teeth as her passions swelled.
Joe's spiking cock brought a flood of warm oil from the depths of her cunt. It dribbled from the bottom of her slit, around and down to smooth the burning power of Frank's ass-reaming cock.
Sensations of pain ended as abruptly as they began, replaced by jolts of pleasure even more shocking in their violence. No pretense of tenderness guided them now, the three men fucked with all the savage frustration that had been locked inside them for so long.
Amy took it at first because she was their helpless victim. But as tormenting pain melted into burning joy, she became their willing partner. Her body began to answer back, squirming to meet each thrust.
She loved the feel of one fucking cock and often dreamed about fucking two. Her ass would pulse and shiver while someone like Willy filled her twat. Or her twat would ache and drool with envy while her ass enjoyed deep reaming. But never had she even thought of three cocks like she felt now.
"Gruunnngh!" she moaned, unable to give full voice to her rising joy.
It was insane, she knew that. They were trying to hurt her, all three of them, ripping and stabbing and fucking as hard as they could. And perhaps if her mind had been clear, she would have experienced pain but her overloaded nerves became confused, they jumbled signals and sent her into a blinding fit of obscene delight.
Frantic waves in her clinging throat milked Bill's cock. He panted snorts of breath and felt his balls begin to swell with steaming pressure.
"Unnnngh!" Bill cried.
Frank's cock surged in the tight, but wavering grip of her shit hole. Her wild pulses filled his balls with explosive force. He tensed in rapture, waiting for the blast to come.
Joe's thrusting became more frantic as he felt the swell of his massive charge. He gave a deep grunt and stiffened every muscle, ready to be ripped apart by the roaring blast of his cum.
They all screamed at once. Amy's body felt three pulses, and she responded with quivers of her own. Her throat, ass and twat all raged in delighted harmony. Three cocks, three at once, all gushing and spurting their loads of cream!
Amy struggled weakly. She had a dim vision of herself drowning in a pool of cum. It ebbed and flowed around her, a creamy tide rising with each pulse of a throbbing cock. The tension of her own approaching orgasm ended this nightmare rapture. The cum was trapped inside her, thick and wet and sticky smooth.
She gulped its salty-swept taste in her throat, felt it seep warmly into the depths of her twat while more jetted up from below as if her ass had capped a fountainhead.
The dream of sinking in warm cum blurred back into her mind, and this time Amy let herself go. She gurgled a wet moan and sank into delirious joy...