Chapter 2
"Enough of that cunt-eating for now," said Morgan. "I'm tiring of watching you two cunts go at it."
"Right," said Angela. "Besides, it's close to midnight. We've got to get going or we might miss the rendezvous."
"The witching hour," corrected Morgan. Then, to Mary Lynn and Roxanne, "Okay, cuntlickers, on your feet. And get rid of that silly vibrator. We've got more important things for you to do right now."
Mary Lynn wouldn't have admitted to a soul that she was reluctant to put the dildo aside. It had felt great in her pussy, trembling and twitching and turning her on. She licked her lips and tasted the salty residue of Roxanne's pussy. She felt guilty about that, too. She had more than liked it-she'd wished she could have continued licking and sucking and exploring the other girl's cunt.
"Get dressed . . . in these," said Angela, tossing two paper sacks toward the girls. "If you don't know where it an goes, we'll be glad to show you."
Mary Lynn opened her sack and glanced at Roxanne. She blushed furiously at what she'd found inside, but she said nothing. She knew how important it was to Roxanne to get through Hell Week and become a member of this sorority. And it meant a lot to her to keep Roxanne as a friend. She had never had many friends, male or female.
All the way through high school she had been bashful and sure that an men wanted just one thing from her a hot hole to fuck. She hadn't gone out on many dates, and that had made her something of an outcast with the other girls in her class, too. They were always talking about their boyfriends and the fun they had with them. She couldn't join in. Slowly, Mary Lynn had drifted away and become a loner.
Roxanne was the first real friend she'd had in years. She couldn't allow the girl to join the sorority and leave her out. She just couldn't. She took out the skimpy garments and studied them. It didn't take much imagination to guess where they went. It was just that there wasn't very much of anything in the small bag.
"Well?" demanded Morgan. " Are you going to get dressed for your big night on the town?" Mary Lynn answered by slowly slipping into the skimpy black lace bra. She felt ridiculous after she got it on. The center of the cups were cut out so that her nipples protruded. The tight cups crushed her ample titflesh and made the nipples pulse and throb wildly, as if she were constantly aroused. She could feel those red mounds of erectile flesh actually hardening and pointing like cherry-red fingers.
The rest of the outfit wasn't much at all. She slipped on the black silk stockings, smoothing out the wrinkles as they formed along her slender legs. Satisfied she had them on right, she wiggled into the lacy black garter belt and fastened the supporters to the tops of the stockings. She found a pair of six-inch spiked high heels. The blonde teenager slipped her feet into them. She then towered above the others.
"Good . . . very good," admired Morgan. She turned and critically studied Roxanne. The brunette was dressed in a similar fashion. "Okay; you two, out to the car. We're going for a ride."
Outside; Mary Lynn found that Morgan and Angela were the ones going for the ride. She and Roxanne were expected to run along behind the car.
"In public?" cried Roxanne. "Dressed like this? We'll be arrested!"
"Not if you run fast enough. Besides, it's dark and no cop will see you. And if he does, you can talk your way out of it. . . or lie out of it."
"Or get laid out of it," joked Morgan crudely. "Let's go!"
Mary Lynn and Roxanne would have given up and fallen far behind the car, except for one thing-they were given ropes to put around their waists. They were forced to keep pace with the car or be dragged along behind it.
"Shit!" gasped Roxanne after a half-mile of the five-mile-an-hour pace through the deserted streets surrounding the campus. "I can't keep this up much longer. Those damn high heels are doing me in."
"Me, too!" puffed Mary Lynn. "I don't want to join any bunch of women who are as cruel as this. This is terrible!"
"I agree, but I've got to join. My mother expects it of me. You. . . you can quit now if you want," said Roxanne. But the plaintive quality of her voice told Mary Lynn the girl needed moral support.
"I'll stick." They both ran into the trunk of the car when the automobile stopped suddenly. Morgan and Angela got out and took off the ropes around the two captives' waists.
"Here we are," said Angela, her voice low and trembling. "The haunted house."
"Haunted house?" asked Mary Lynn numbly.
She was still trying to catch her breath from the trip to this place. She glanced at the house and shuddered. It did look like the kind of place that would be haunted.
"Wh-who haunts it?" asked Roxanne.
"Two young girls were raped and killed in the house. They come back to look for their murderers every night at midnight," said Morgan. " And if they find another woman in the house, they'll kill her, too, because they're really jealous of any living soul."
"You have to stay in the house till dawn," said Angela. "And I'm damn glad I don't have to do it. The initiations were easier in my day."
"Here, take this thermos of coffee. You don't want to go to sleep in there," said Morgan.
"We'll stay out here to make sure you don't run." Both girls were scared out of their wits by Morgan and Angela and their obvious fear of this haunted house. But as they went up the steps and into the dusty hallway, Mary Lynn found herself relaxing.
"This isn't going to be so bad. Hell, there're no such things as ghosts."
"You swore," said Roxanne, her voice trembling slightly. "You never use words like 'hell'. You're scared to death, too!"
"Yeah, I guess so. But it's just because of the build-up they gave. You know there aren't any ghosts. You know that!"
Both jumped a foot when the front door slammed shut. They turned and heard a weird moaning sound. For a moment, they almost ran. Then they laughed nervously.
Mary Lynn said, "The wind blew it shut. And now the wind's making that noise."
"Give me some of that coffee," said Roxanne. .
"This outfit is drafty." She glanced down and saw her naked pussy, still sticky from the whipped cream and Mary Lynn's saliva.
They each drank a cup of the coffee and went to sit down on the dusty furniture in the front room. Talking quietly, they listened to the odd noises of the house. The timbers creaked as the house settled, but there weren't any ghosts.
"Hmmm . . . I'm feeling so drowsy, an of a sudden," said Roxanne.
Mary Lynn blinked her eyes and tried to keep herself awake. Her arms and legs felt heavier and heavier, and her mind drifted. She couldn't even scream when she saw shadowy figures coming into the room. The girl tried to stand to fend off the strong hands grabbing her , but she couldn't.
"Nice blonde pussy. . . all mine," came a feminine voice.
Mary Lynn tried to scream. She was positive the ghosts of the two murdered girls had found her . But nothing but a weak croak came from her throat.
"I want to fuck her. Hold her down and get those slender legs of hers spread wide. I want this to be something to remember."
Mary Lynn turned her head and saw a couple shadowy figures moving over Roxanne. She tried to call out to her friend, to warn her, to reassure her. The words died in her mouth.
She felt hands pulling at her legs, spreading them, wantonly exposing her blonde-rimmed pussy. The dark figure moved and positioned itself between her legs. Other shadowy beings held her legs wide, and then she felt a hot nudge at her cuntlips.
"No!" she managed to cry out. But the actual sound was only a whisper.
She felt aroused, excited about ready to explode with tension.
"Goddamn, this pussy is hot! I'm gonna love fucking her." The shadow figure moved, and a flashlight clicked on. She blinked in the bright light. She saw the spotlighted area of that dark body. The cock was stiff and jerking erect. Once the hard-on was standing fully at attention, she saw it dance and bob around in front of the man's groin.
Images in her had formed slowly. She felt as if everything moved in thick molasses around her . And then she felt the prick move against her cuntlips again, all the while spotlighted by the flashlight.
"Act one, take one," came a mocking voice from the side.
And then she did scream. The prick shot hard into her tight virgin cunt. She felt the knobby, plum tipped end of the prick smash into her cherry. The pain almost brought her out of her drugged stupor.
"Hell and damnation, this one's a card-carrying virgin!" cried the man between her slender white thighs. "And her cherry's gonna be all mine!"
His hips jerked and sent his battering ram of cock slamming hard against her rubbery cherry. The thin shield of membrane in her cunt stretched. The pain increased. She screamed again. She thrashed around, but strong hands held her down. And then she felt the resilient sheet of her cherry break. It popped, and suddenly her entire cunt burned with desires such as she'd never known.
The piston of prick filled her to overflowing. Her tight cuntwalls could hardly expand fast . enough to get out of the way of that headlong rush. She felt the cock pulsing and throbbing powerfully against her velvety pussy-walls. She cried out in pain and desire. The girl could hardly keep it all straight in her mind what she was feeling.
Blood trickled from her pussy. She could feel the thin river flowing. But there was her sluggish cuntjuice, too, as the swiftly sliding pillar of cock flesh turned her on in a way she hardly understood.
"No, don't. Wanna stay a virgin," she said. She was aware that her words sounded slurred, almost drunken.
She tried to figure it out. It had to be the coffee she and Roxanne had drunk. They'd had nothing else an night long. And these weren't ghosts in the house-they were men, here to fuck them both! She fought, but the effects of the drugged coffee dulled her senses and made her too weak to effectively struggle.
Another factor added to her weakness. Her pussy hummed and shuddered and burned with the friction of the fucking. That carnal heat seeped into her loins and formed a molten pool in her belly. She felt as if hot lead had formed there. Every single stroke of that cock into her virgin cunt added to the fires already present.
The fuel added to the fires made her moan and gasp and hunch up to meet every incoming thrust of that mighty fuck-stick.
"Hey, the virgin is getting off on my fucking," came a delighted cry. "I told you clowns that I was a real stud. Shit, I'm fucking this virgin, and she's enjoying it!"
"Big fucking deal," came a masculine voice from across the room. "This one's no virgin, and she's getting off on my fucking."
"It's the drug I put into their coffee," came the female voice again.
Mary Lynn tried to recognize it. She thought it must be Morgan, although it didn't sound quite right.
Nothing sounded quite right to her . The way her blood pounded like the ocean surf in her ears made her dizzy. She moaned and began to feel the odd effects of the~ fucking on her body. The teenager made funny little lurching motions in an attempt to cram her cunt more fully onto the spike of cock impaling her .
She felt her cuntlips tremble and flutter around the thick stalk of cock driving in and out of her. The pressures mounting inside her were so different from anything she'd ever felt, she wasn't sure what was happening.
The fucking speeded up in tempo. The contact of cock against pussy-wall, no matter how well lubricated, caused friction. The heat seared her newly opened cunt-tunnel. It mounted and grew, and she felt something snap inside her. She gasped, swallowed liquid fire and screamed.
"I. . . aaaieeeee!"
She experienced her very first orgasm. It smashed through her tender young body and rattled her teeth. She felt a hot flush rising, making the nipples poking through the cut out ends of her lacy black bra burn. Her nipples pulsed and throbbed and felt as if they would explode. She felt her heart pumping more and more excited blood into them.
"My titties," she moaned. "They're gonna blow apart like over-inflated balloons!"
"Hell, let me lick them for you, baby." The man fucking her never slowed the rhythm of his strokes, but he managed to lean far enough forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
The feel of his rough darting tongue dragging over the tip of her nipple made her climax. She squealed as the intense grip of orgasm clawed at her senses. She wanted to thrash around, move, cry out in agony and wonder at the intense feelings raging through her young body.
She was held too securely to really move the way she wanted. She had to be content with the fiery winds of ecstasy blowing across her .
"More. . . give me more," she said weakly.
"She likes my cock. And goddamn, she's tight and hot! I can't believe any chick could still be a virgin these days. But I'm glad. Shit, this is the greatest fuck I've had in months!"
"Shut up and get on with it, man," came a complaining voice. "We got a hell of a lot of other stuff to do tonight."
Mary Lynn heard the voices as if they were miles away. She hardly realized what was happening to her. Turning her head to one side and tossing some of the vagrant strands of blonde hair from her eyes, she saw what was happening to her friend. The brunette was being fucked by a man with an enormous cock.
"Ummmm . . . give me some of that," Mary Lynn moaned. "He's so much bigger."
The men around her laughed, and the fucking increased in power and speed. She felt the man's crotch grinding into hers after she'd asked for the other to fuck her. She decided through the drug induced fog in her brain that she had touched a sensitive point in the man's psyche. She was somehow questioning his virility, and now he had to prove to her that he was better than anyone else.
She couldn't tell. This was the very first man whose prick had ever traveled the full length of her twat. She felt his hot breath against her nipples and she sucked in her breath, tensing for what she now knew was coming.
Another orgasm crashed into her body like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She writhed around and locked her heels behind the man's back. Tensing her muscles, she pulled him even deeper into her pussy. His cock brushed against every square inch of her pussy as he shot into her seething belly. She felt his balls wetly slap against her upturned ass.
"Nice," she moaned. "But more. . . I want more. What are you doing to me?"
"Fucking the living shit out of you, kid. That's just the start, too. This is your initiation into things more fun than any old sorority."
Mary Lynn didn't understand his words, but it hardly mattered. Her body trembled again just seconds before she came. The girl's cunt was filled to overflowing with the mighty battering ram of the man's cherry-popping cock. She felt her cuntwalls stretching more and more to take the pounding he gave her . He fucked wildly, his hips pistoning like a machine.
"Shit, it's like I just shoved my dick into a vise!" the man fucking her gasped between clenched teeth.
"Keep fucking, man ... don't slow up!"
She could only shake her head in assent. The last thing in the world she wanted was for the man to stop fucking her. She had never thought it could be this good. She had gone through life thinking fucking was sinful, evil, something that was a duty for a married woman and nothing more.
How wrong she'd been!
But this wasn't the way the teenager really wanted it. This was rape. She was being held down and the man fucking her was a dim shadow. All she really knew of him was his prick. She could feel every single contour of his prick pressing into her hotly aroused cuntflesh. The thick arrowhead capping his cockshaft thrilled her the most. It spread the tight hot furrow of her cunt as it raced in and out. She felt her fucksauce being smeared around by the swiftly moving prick.
She felt the thick blue vein on the top as it pulsed in tempo with his heart. The girl knew she had turned the man on from the way it throbbed in her sensitive cunt. But his leaning forward and sucking and kissing her nipples really set her on fire.
She came and came and came as he did that. And then she felt his rhythm turn ragged. His hips jerked and savagely rammed his prick into her as if he wanted to rip her apart all the way to the chin. She came again when the hot flood of his jism spilled into her convulsing twat. The blonde girl sobbed and shrieked and cried, and then she felt his prick melt in the humid interior of her pussy.
Blinking her eyes, Mary Lynn looked up and saw nothing. The shadowy figures had all vanished. She wondered for a second if she'd only been dreaming. Then the girl looked down at her pussy and saw that she hadn't been imagining a single thing.
A tiny white river of jizz leaked from between her pulsating, throbbing red cuntlips. She touched them gently and felt an electric spark leap through her body. She was still hot for cock, even though the redness in her pussy-lips had come from one hell of a fucking.
Deep inside she felt where the cock had ripped loose her cherry. It ached, but the ache was nothing compared to the carnal heat still boiling in her cunt. That made it all worthwhile. She snuggled down into the dusty sofa and smiled.