Chapter 9
"NOOOO! AHHHRRRH!" Karen screamed. The pain was excruciating. She felt those large knobs plop past her asshole lips, stretching her sphincter to the ripping point. The pressure of Major's prick against her shitter walls was felt in her cunny. In spite of the hot, tearing pain racking her shitter, Karen felt a corresponding warmth and throbbing pleasure begin to radiate through her cunny. The big dog probably couldn't understand what went wrong. He grunted with the added effort of fucking the girl's asshole. But he kept on driving his prong in, lifting his powerful ass up, then drilling it back down, driving yet more inches of hot doggie meat into Karen's bung.
"Hey man, I think she's groovin' on it," Paul said to the others. The boys had noticed Major's mistake and was about to pull him out. Instead they left him alone and watched. Karen was going crazy, pulling down with her legs, making her ass rotate around the floor in tiny circles as the dog kept on fucking her. The pain in her ass was dying away. Taking its place was a warm, stuffed feeling that turned into a hot, tight pussy-delight sensation in the girl's twat.
Reaching between her legs Karen tugged at her clitty shaft again. If only she could have that dick there! But Major's cock drilling in and out of her ass like a post-hole trencher was good enough. She cried and whimpered, throwing her head from side to side as she slapped her ass against the ground. She was cumming-but this time was more stronger than before. That animal's prong, even though in the wrong hole, was making all the difference. Images of cocks shot through the girl's twisted mind. She thought of Billy's prong drilling her cunt. Then there were Jack's, Paul's, Buz's and Lonnie's cock, all big and stiff, all spewing out that wonderful hot white cum and coating her over with it.
"AHHHHH!" Karen cried. Her body stiffened, then twitched crazily. She jerked around the floor, nearly knocking Major off her. She raked her fingers across her snatch, digging at the slick folds, pulling at her cumming clit. The dog yelped, his ears pinned back on his handsome head. He was shooting, spraying his spunk into the girl's bung.
Karen felt something flooding into her ass. It was like having an enema. She cried out again and again, managing to milk the dog's prick with her ass as wave after wave of climax shook both of them.
When it was over Major pulled out of the sobbing girl, trotting off into a corner and curling up after licking his flaccid cock with that wonderful, cunt-caressing tongue. Karen relaxed, her arms and legs sagging while a warm glow settled over her flesh.
The boys dragged her legs, staring at the girl with wonder. They'd never seen someone as hot as Karen was-and this was the supposed nice girl they'd seen modestly walking around the high-school corridors every day!
"You think she can take . . . ? " Buz said after several minutes of silence. The boys all knew what he was going to say. Karen opened her eyes and stared languidly at them. Only now was she able to put together all their words.
"Please . . . let.. . let me go," she stammered, covering her face with her arms. Now the shame that had been buried by her lust rose up, covering the girl's mind and showing just how perverted she'd become.
"Are you kidding? With something as hot as you are, baby? We're not gonna let you go until we find out just what your limits are," Paul said.
Karen shuddered at his words. She didn't know what her limits were. From what had already happened, the blonde teenager wondered if she had any limits.
"Come on," Paul said, reaching down and pulling her off the small pile of hay Karen had been on.
"Why are you doing this? In God's name, let me go," Karen wailed, staggering to her feet. Every move was painful. The four boys pulled at the blonde, hooting and laughing, insulting Karen as they took her from the stall to the center of the barn.
"Wanna give some head, baby?" Paul said, grabbing her skull in both hands after knocking her to the floor. The blonde tried to protest, but the boy's palms pulled back too hard on her mouth for her to speak. She felt him pulling her forward, pressing her lips against the hard material of his Levi's.
"Ohh yeah, she'll like that," Buz said, licking his lower hp in excitement. They all watched as Paul reached down and unzipped his fly, pulling out his stiff boner and rubbing it against Karen's right cheek.
"Don't wanna get my cock speared up with dog spit in her cunt," he said, laughing uneasily as he pulled back, turned his thighs slightly to the left, and rammed forward. Karen's head snapped back from the force of the cock-blow. She felt the dick slam against her front teeth, forcing them apart and sliding quickly into her mouth. When it banged against the back of her throat, Karen tried to pull back.
"Oh no, baby. I wanna feel that tongue around my prick," Paul groaned, digging his powerful fingers into the sides of Karen's skull and whipping her head back and forth against his groin.
The blonde teenager gagged and gasped, trying to catch her breath as Paul's fat prong slid in and out of her mouth. Spittle leaked down her chin and throat. She could feel the cold zipper teeth scrape against her lips. Paul's fat nuts slapped against her chin as the big man whipped his thighs back and forth, drilling his fat prong deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Look at her. Shit, she goes at it like she was starvin' for cock," Buz commented.
Karen closed her eyes and sucked hard, wrapping her tongue around the plunging cock. She could taste the bleachy cum oozing out of Paul's prick, coating her mouth with a thick film of his fuck oil.
"MMMHHGGFFF!" Karen cried, jerking up her hands and pressing them against Paul's thighs. He was choking her with his cock, blocking her air passage with his dickhead.
But the young man was too excited to care about Karen's comfort. He threw back his head and let out animal groans. The cords stood out in his neck as he pummeled his prick into the young blonde's head.
When Karen thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, she felt Paul pull back until his dickhead was clamped lightly between her lips. The girl sighed with relief, sucking in air through her nose. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. But there was no time to wipe them. Paul was rotating his hips around, rubbing his dickhead over her front teeth, then pushing back down again.
When Karen thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, she felt Paul pull back until his dickhead was clamped lightly between her lips. The girl sighed with relief, sucking in air through her nose. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks. But there was no time to wipe them. Paul was rotating his hips around, rubbing his dickhead over her front teeth, then pushing back down again.
Karen slackened her jaw, letting the big young man shove his prong back into her. She could taste the cum more strongly now. He was getting close to spraying his jizz. She felt his fingers tighten against her head. His groans were louder now. His cock seemed to be swelling.
And then there was the sudden splashing of Paul's jizz against her tonsils. The young girl pushed back hard, trying to get away from the shooting cock. But Paul held onto her head firmly, grinding his groin against her face, flattening her nose and lips. Karen knelt helplessly in front of him, swallowing as much of the jizz as she could.
But Paul's load was so heavy the young girl soon felt his cum drooling out of her mouth, oozing down her throat and splashing onto her legs. More and more cum shot out of the expanded piss-slit, nearly drowning Karen while the other boys watched and commented lewdly on the girl's situation.
When the final glob of cum shot out of Paul's prickhead, the young man pulled back reluctantly, letting the softening prick slip from between Karen's lips and dangle in front of her. The blonde stared at that horse-like cock, noticing the wetness of the still throbbing sides.
"They call him donkey-Dan," Buz commented, noticing the blonde's apparent fascination with the size of Paul's prick.
"Hey, why don't we see if she can take on a real donkey?" Paul said, grinning evilly at the cringing teenager.
Karen knelt half-dazed in front of the big young football player. She was listening only in part to what they were saying. She felt her life was falling to pieces here in the barn. God only knows what they were going to do to her. She'd already been fucked in the ass by a dog, forced to give one of the boys a blow-job, and then there were the other nights when her virginity had been ripped from her in the most humiliating of ways.
Karen rolled her eyes up and looked at the leering men. She felt all the fight drain from her. They could do anything they wanted to her. She was no better than the Whore of Babylon-one of her religious father's favorite phrases.
"Get him, Paul," Jack said, reaching down and wiping a string of cum from the right side of Karen's mouth.
The blonde teenager still knelt quietly, looking from one man to the other, feeling a kind of anesthetic sensation numbing her mind and soul. The girl kept floating in her half-conscious daze until she heard Paul returning with the jackass. Jerking her head to the right, Karen felt her heart skip a beat. That donkey Sharon had showed her was back-and this time with a hard-on! Paul must have done something to him in the back-stroked him somewhere to get him that excited. Her eyes widened in horror as they focused on the long, thick, leathery donkey-cock. No, they couldn't be thinking of shoving that disgusting, ugly looking prick into her! Not her father's little girl! Things like that just don't happen in this country!
But the boys seemed to have other ideas. They grabbed Karen by the shoulders, hauling her up from the ground and dragging her toward a low wooden wall that had served as a partition between two stalls at the other end of the barn.
Karen snapped to her senses, feeling the hay stubble cutting into the tops of her feet. She twisted in their cruel, tight grips, jerking back her head and trying to pull free. She couldn't submit to something like this. It was too vile for her to understand.
"Let me go!" Karen cried, her eyes widening even further as they dragged her to the wall, pressing her belly and cunt against the splintery old wood. Small knives seemed to be cutting into her legs and pussylips as the boys shoved her harder and harder against the wall. Behind her she could heat the donkey's hoofs clumping on the soft, thick covering of hay.
She cried out again, her scream dying down to a low, sobbing moan. Her shoulders were aching from the boys' grips. The splinters were leaving small bleeding cuts on her thighs and lower belly while her feet were covered with dirt and hay stubble. She felt foul, filthy with dirt, cum and sweat.
"Bend her over," Paul said coldly from behind her.
The boys obeyed, pushing her down by the neck. Karen tried to resist, but the pressure made her back and neck ache. With a shuddering moan she gave in, bending at the waist. Her navel scraped against the uneven top of the broken stall partition. They bent Karen over until her face was pressed against the other side of the half-wall and her ass rose high and naked in the air.
Karen groaned again, feeling the blood rush to her head. She could hear Paul giving orders behind her. Finally the boys let her go, stepping to either side of her. She was about to push herself free when she could feel something warm and fuzzy pressing against her cunny. A jolt of horrified realization shot through her. It was the big donkey's muzzle.
"NO!" Karen shouted, clenching her fingers together and beating them against the wall. But the boys moved forward again, holding her while the large animal started lapping at her cunny. Unlike the dog's tongue, this animal's was broader, wetter and rougher. She felt as if someone were sanding down her snatch with wet sandpaper. Her lips were pulled roughly apart and flattened to the side with each upward lick of the donkey's tongue. Rivers of spittle rushed into her hole, washing over the sensitive pink folds of her twat. She could feel the animal's hot, thick breath rustling through her matted down cuntal hairs as the donkey grew more and more excited with the prospect of fucking this woman.
"Please, let me go," Karen moaned again. But she knew the ultimate outcome of this. She sucked in deep breaths, trying to force herself to relax as the licking became more rhythmic. He was slathering down her ass with his spittle until the smooth, white globes dripped with saliva. His fat tongue sank into her pussy deeper with each lick. He nuzzled her snatch lips with his big, black nose. At times Karen could feel his large, square yellowish front teeth pushing against her slick inner cunny walls. She shuddered, thinking of how powerful those teeth were and how they could rip apart her soft pussy at any second.
Then the licking sensation was gone. She braced herself for the ultimate degradation.
"Up!"
The word was simple and pronounced coldly. But the effect was chilling. Karen heard some commotion behind her. Then the wall she was bent over shook. The light dimmed around her, and soon she was aware of something big and hairy over her. Looking up and to either side of her she saw two powerful dark brown forelegs resting shakily on the rotting partition. They had forced the donkey up to this position. She could feel his spittle dripping down on the back of her neck while his cock dangled dangerously close to her pussy.
Paul and Jack moved carefully under the girl, raising her ass up and pulling back while the large jackass trembled with excitement and some fear.
"In ya go," Paul said.
Karen let out a shriek. She could feel something warm and tough pressing against her cunny lips. It was the donkey's cock-thick, black and throbbing they were feeding into her pussy.
The girl closed her eyes and screamed again, trying to draw her knees protectively up to her belly and kicked the boys free of her. But it was impossible. They were going to have her fuck the animal if it was the last thing they did.