Chapter 4
To Julie's relief, Don's cock didn't hurt going into her pussy. Of course, her pussy was meant to take in a man's hard throbbing cock-and was still fairly well-greased from jacking off-unlike her mother's dry butt-hole. And Don's cock was nowhere near as big around as the cucumber she'd just had crammed all the way up her tight little pussy.
Instead of agony there was a delicious, gradual sense of her pussy filling up with cock. It was so different than the cucumber. She could feel the warmth, the life, the slight resiliency of the rigid prick as it kept coming, inch after tantalizing inch, into her vulnerable cunt.
"Yessss, indeed," Don muttered. "You're a virgin, aren't you? Except for that cucumber you were making such good use of."
Julie nodded. Don's eyes were fixed on their two crotches as their tufts of pubic hair neared each other. The sight of his prick like a long pale lance disappearing up Julie's cunt fascinated him. The knowledge that the wedge-shaped head was sliding deeply into this lithe brown body before him, traveling far into the moist recesses of her pussy, made his breath come fast.
Julie lay looking at the reddish glow of the afternoon light filtered through her closed eyelids. Her body was alive with conflicting sensations. Part of her rebelled against the fact of rape, the fact that this fantastically long prick was being inserted in her pussy without her consent. Part of her was afraid of the sadistic sexual violence this man had unleashed on her mother's naked, trembling body the day before. And part of her was reveling in the feel of having a real, live, male cock driven home in her watering cunt!
What a difference it made! It was hard for the girl to breathe. Her butt cheeks were pressed flat on the table, her legs dangling over the side as her pussy drank in Don's prick.
At last she felt the tickle of crisp pubic fur on the insides of her pussy lips. "It's all inside me," she whispered. "All that cock. I can feel it in me. The blood is pounding through it. God, the head of the cock is warm-it feels like it's halfway to my tonsils!"
"Hear that?" Don asked breathlessly. "The hot little bitch is so turned on she can barely stand it. Want some more, baby? Do you want me to really fuck you with this big of cock of mine?"
Julie didn't answer. He could feel the slight tightening of the girl's cunt with every beat of her heart. He rolled his hips, screwing his cock around and around inside Julie's snatch.
The upper side of the rigid prick ground against the teenager's swollen clit. Julie groaned. Don stirred his cock some more, a bit harder.
"Yes!" his victim gasped. "Yes, damn it! I want you to fuck me!
"That's good." Julie gasped again as the cock started to withdraw, seeming to pull her pussy tunnel inside out. "You're about to get a fucking like most girls only dream about!"
"Yes!" Julie cried, louder this time. "Yes, yes! I want to feel that cock of yours pump in and out of me! Fuck me hard!"
Her ass began to squirm around the white tabletop. Spurred by the sudden movement of the succulent flesh surrounding his prick, Don pulled his cock out so hard it actually jumped free of the girl's seething twat. Julie moaned in disappointment.
She lifted her feet up onto the tabletop. Her hips cocked upward. Her pussy opened up like a wet, supplicating mouth, pleading for the cock to be plunged back into it. Drooling with lust, Don grabbed his prick and unceremoniously thrust it back into Julie's greedy, flooded cunt.
"Oh! That's right! Fuck me good!" Her hips were revolving furiously now. Her dry ass cheeks squeaked over the tabletop.
To Don's lust-clouded brain it seemed he'd fucked his prick into a cement mixer-a cement mixer padded with hot, greasy rubber! The springy walls of Julie's young cunt roiled around and around his prick. The head of his cock burned like a red-hot coal as it jabbed into the teenager's womb, then started out again.
Fiery cunt sauce poured from Julie's cunt, running over her ass cheeks. Her churning butt smeared the ripe-smelling stuff around the top of the kitchen table. Don's nose flared to take in the dank pussy smell.
His hands were on the insides of her thighs for extra leverage as he began fucking his huge cock in and out of the writhing girl with jackhammer speed. Fast as he was fucking, it took what seemed an eternity for his cock to drive all the way into her demanding pussy-and another for it to escape from the sucking, seething mantrap of her cunt!
The statuesque blonde secretary had quit holding Julie down. The girl wasn't about to try to escape now! And if the comely brown-haired adolescent had a thought for her hands being tied behind her back, it was that they helped prop her ass up and raise her gaping cunt so that Don could fuck his wonderful cock into it more easily!
Cool female fingers stroked Julie's upturned face. They caressed her temples and played with her hair. Julie cooed quietly. She was aware of Karin's petting only as a small soft pleasure overshadowed by the eddy and surge of the tides of passion that racked her naked body.
A slender finger traced the line of her jaw. The stiff bar of prick went balls-deep in her cunt with a noise like overripe fruit hitting pavement. Finger-tips traced the curve of Julie's throat. Then they played across her tits with a feather touch.
The young girl was suddenly aware of a burning in her tits. Her nipples, already swollen with lust from the fucking her pussy was getting, were hardening! Karin, pressing gently, outlined a dark-brown aureole with a sharp nail. Delicious pleasure-pain filled Julie's ribcage.
As the blonde began to toy with the girl's swollen nipples, Don stepped up the tempo of his fucking. God, being a good piece of ass seemed to run in the Sanders family! This brown-skinned little cunt had only fucked a vegetable-and maybe her hot little fingers-in all her life. But now she was rolling her hips and wriggling her soft slippery pussy around his prick like hundred-dollar hooker!
And, God! She was already hip to the fact that she could make her pussy suck on his prick by the tightening her little belly. She didn't know how to control it yet, but the spasmodic clutchings of that juicy twat were almost making him blow his wad before he was ready.
Julie Sanders' cunt was incredibly snug around his pistoning prick-as tight as her mother's asshole had been. But the teenager's cunt wasn't dry like Marge's poop-chute-it was drippingly, scaldingly, deliciously wet!
"Oh, ohhhh!" Julie groaned. "Yes, roll my little nipples around. God, do you know what you're doing! Ummph! I'm about to COOOOOOOMMMMME!"
The girl's back arched like a cat's. For an instant she hung poised with her bottom inches off .the shiny, cunt juice spattered tabletop. Muscles stood out on her trim legs as she ground her pussy against Don's fuzzy crotch, impaling her pussy on his cock. Then she let out a shrill wordless cry and fell back.
Her pussy dragged Don's cock with it. He fell forward, just managing to catch himself before he collapsed atop his nude, sweaty victim. What was happening here? It was as if a bear trap had clamped down on his prick.
Suddenly the death grip eased. His cock began to speed out of the oily pussy. Then the cunt grabbed it again! "I'm coming now!" Julie shrieked unnecessarily, as Don blew his steaming load of jism halfway to her tonsils.
The first clench of her cunt had almost killed Julie with pleasure. The second made her roll her eyes back into her head and knot her bound hands into fists. The third sent her completely out of control!
She rolled onto her side. The liquid fire of Don's come shot deep into her cunt. He cried out at the sensations her violent movement caused. She rolled back onto her back, shoving with her hips against the fountaining cock.
Karin's hands were closed on her cone-shaped boobs. The feeling of that alone could have sent Julie off if she weren't already shuddering under the impact of climax after furious climax. It was as if every nerve in her body was raw, incredibly receptive to the pleasure being poured into her pussy and her budding tits!
Hunched over the bound girl, Don fucked blast after blast of jism up her twat. He felt it overflow the lips of Julie's cunt, felt it run in rivers over his taut ball-sac. He never would have believed he had that much come in his nuts!
Julie's orgasm milked Don's balls dry. His huge cock continued to pulse and try to spit-that clasping, ravenous snatch wouldn't let him quit coming! Karin was squeezing the girl's boobs like mounds of clay. The teenager's pussy drooled a savory mixture of pussy oils and jism. "Wow!" Don hissed as the last tumultuous spasm of orgasm gripped his prick.
Instantly; his cock began going limp. Julie hummed softly as the deflating prick -slid out of her pussy. Even turning into a slimy, limp serpent, that prick felt good! And Karin was still massaging her boobs as fervently as if they were her own generous milk bags.
Julie's twat gave a last juicy slurp! as Don's cock oozed free. It plopped onto the table in the midst of a puddle of cunt honey and sperm. "Hot damn," Don said. "That was just exactly fan-fucking-tastic!"
Reluctantly, Karin let go of Julie's tits. The girl's nipples throbbed. "She's still hot," the blonde girl said. "Look at her jugs."
"Mmmm, yes," Don agreed. He studied the girl's tits, perched like scoops of vanilla ice cream on her chest. "Be a pure shame to let that adolescent horniness go to waste."
Julie allowed a soft moan to escape her lips. She was riding the gentle currents of afterglow. It felt like being out in the swimming pool on a sunny summer afternoon, floating on an air mattress as the sun caressed her almost-naked body. Only better.
Don glanced down at his cock. It was still six or seven inches long, dangling down halfway to his knees. It was covered in a gooey, aromatic mess.
Taking it gingerly between thumb and forefinger, he walked around to stand near the captive's head. He reached out and tilted her head toward him. Then he guided the cock to her face, pressed its flaccid head against her mouth.
Julie gagged. What was that stench! It was like the subtle perfume of her aroused cunt, only magnified a hundred times. She opened her eyes.
A long pink sausage floated in her vision. Then her eyes focused and she went tense. Don was shoving his prick into her face-and it was repulsive and slimy with her pussy oil and congealing lumps of come!
"Get it awa-aauumph!" Opening her mouth to protest had been a mistake. Don had expertly popped his cock into it!
"That's better," he said as she mumbled around the spongy mass of cock that filled her face. Karin held her shoulders down against the table. "Your cunt made my lovely prick all dirty. But you're going to lick it clean, my pretty-pussied poopsy. You're going to make it nice and clean again."
"Mmmmmmhhoooooo! Mmo!" Julie shook her head vehemently.
"I suppose you're trying to say `no'?"
The girl nodded. Her eyes blazed like blue lasers. A muscle in her cheek twitched.
Like a striking snake Don's hand shot out and gabbed Julie's cock-impaled face. Her skin flushed deeply clear down to her snowy tits. "You were going to bite my prick, weren't you?" Don asked pleasantly. "Weren't you?"
Julie growled.
"That's what I thought," the man said. He glanced at his partner. "Make her hurt, Karin honey."
So matter of fact was his tone that Julie didn't get his meaning for a minute. She allowed herself to savor the pleasure of the soft touch of Karin's fingers on her nipple.
Then the blonde pinched. Hard.
"Mmmmmmmaaaahhhhhhh! Mm!" The naked girl kicked and fought. It felt as if her nipple had gotten caught in a vise.
Karin pinched again. The red-painted nails bit deeply into the pointy nipple. They seemed about to tweak it off. Julie shrieked, a piercing sound despite the prick that muffled it.
Don grabbed handfuls of brown hair and fucked his prick into Julie's mouth until it was stuffed full of oily, rank-tasting prick. The torturing grip on her nipple eased. Julie slumped on the table. Fear shone in the blue eyes that looked up at Weber.
His ugly side was showing again. The side that had caused Julie's mother so much pain the day before.
For the first time the girl became really aware of the taste of the prick that filled her face. It was awful. She wasn't able to distinguish between the salty-sweetness of sperm and the spicy, slightly acid bouquet of her own cunt. All she knew was it tasted foul and she wanted it out!
The idea of having a cock in her mouth repelled her, in spite of the obvious joy with which her mother had consumed this same prick. But, to know that the prick had just been shoved hilt-deep in her salivating pussy, and had had its own load of come smeared around its entire length-that was unbearably nauseating!
Worse, it was getting hard. She could feel the disgusting worm of prick getting firm inside her mouth. Her tongue was coiled as far back in her mouth as it could go. But still it felt the repugnant touch of swelling prick, felt the man's cock begin to press against it.
"I'm getting hot again already," Don said. "You've got a nice little mouth to you-almost as nice as your cunt. But time's a wasting. And all that cock juice and pussy slobber is a lot grosser after it dries. Or do you want Karin to play with you some more?"
Julie shuddered.
"Okay," Don said. "Use your tongue."
The tied-up teenager tensed. Then, rebelling against the act, she uncurled her tongue. Don sighed heavily as it slithered along the underside of his prick.
The long cock inflated like a balloon. It went into Julie's mouth till no more would fit. Then Don backed away as it kept changing into a semi-rigid staff of prick.
To Julie's relief, the man pulled the stiffening cock out. She opened her mouth and let it swing free, turning her head from it.
Pain lanced into her tits. Both of them this time. It felt as if electrodes had been attached to them.
"Yeeeeeee-AAAAAHHHHH!" she howled. The pain kept on. Her back arched again, only this time in agony. Her tits were on fire. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't take it any more.
"Let her go." The pain ceased. Julie fell back into a limp heap. A dull ache throbbed from her tortured tit-tips.
"Try it again," Don advised. "This time, remember that I have ordered you to lick my cock clean. If you don't obey me, you're really going to suffer. Understand?"
Julie nodded. She could feel salty tears stinging her eyes. Why her? Why did this have to happen to her?
But there was no time for tears. To waste time meant more pain, and Julie couldn't bear that. She opened her mouth and her tongue crept out. The head of Don's cock felt tacky, like flypaper, as she began to lave her tongue over it.
Don cradled her head in his hands. Her tongue was dry and fuzzy, but felt like a small animal crawling around his prick. Nice. He steered his now-hard cock towards the gaping, moist-lipped cavern of Julie's mouth. She winced, but did not draw away.
The man stopped with his prick just short of the girl's even white teeth. She let her tongue-unfurl along the bottom of the cock. Clean it off, Don had said. Lick it clean.
Or suffer!
Don moaned with pleasure as Julie's tongue curled up around his prick. The kid was talented-she could suck as well as fuck!
A sound made him tense. Julie shrank back, fearing a hot, reeking rush of come was about to jet into her mouth. Don dragged her head back. The glans of his cock heated the inside of her mouth as the prick went between her jaws.
"What was that?" her tormentor .asked.
"A car." The blonde tilted her head to listen. The blue eyes went wide. "I think it's in the driveway!"
The distinct sound of a car door opening came to Don's ears. Hastily he yanked his spit-glossed prick from the girl's mouth. "Who's that?" he demanded.
"Mom," Julie moaned. "Or Rob."
Karin had run to the front door and pulled the drapes open a hair. "It's the boy!" she hissed in an urgent whisper. "He's going up to the garage door."
"Which way does he come in-front or back?" Julie stared at him. Was she about to be rescued? "Answer!" He slapped her stingingly across the face.
Her ears rang. "The-the front door," she sputtered. Her face, cheek glowing with a scarlet palm print, dissolved in bitter tears.
"He's putting the car into the garage," Karin said from the living room.
"Distract him, then-when he comes in," Don told her. "You know what to do."
The blonde's chuckle was musical. "I do," she agreed. From the living room Julie heard the soft rustle of cloth.
Nodding, Don turned back to look at his captive. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked quietly. "I thought I told you to suck cock! Heart sinking, Julie wrapped her lips around the turgid prick and began to tongue it.
Whistling a tune, seventeen-year-old Rob Sanders sauntered up the walk to the sprawling brown house. Despite a dull afternoon at work folding and stapling a thousand political pamphlets for some ex-astronaut running for local office, the time had gone swiftly. Laura Martinez, the black-haired, black-eyed Chicana in his English Lit class, had agreed to go out with him on a date!
He grinned to himself as he fit the key into the front door lock. What luck! She was smart, beautiful, and had jugs like cantaloupes. Also, she seldom found it necessary to wear a bra. Her nipples always seemed to be in a state of erotic excitation, little hard thumbs under those skin-tight blouses she favored.
The black-haired youth turned the key. The Spanish were supposed to be hot-blooded-maybe he'd get to stick his key in Laura's lock before long. The door swung open.
Even in the split second it took his eyes to adjust from the full glare of daylight to the gloom of the curtained living room, Rob realized something was amiss. He sensed the presence of someone in the room. His eyes focused, and he blinked as if to clear them.
When they opened again, she was still there. A blonde sprawled wantonly on the sofa, legs spread.
The most beautiful naked blonde he had ever seen, with tits as big as Laura's!
"Well, what are you waiting for?" the nude woman asked. She shifted. Her pussy blossomed pinkly before Rob's amazed eyes. "Come on in!"
The keys still dangled in the lock as the front door slammed.