Chapter 11
"Nooooooo!"
Hadn't they done enough to her? Hadn't they shamed her enough, making her cum like that under a spray of water like some bitch in heat? And now . . . and now they were on top of her, all of them. Bobby had found some old rags and gathered them up, spreading them across one part of the floor that remained dry. Jack was behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass while Rick was trying to stick his cock back into her cunt. To one side Bobby was threatening to ram his prick back into her mouth.
"Stop it . . . lemme go, lemme go!" she cried with what little strength she had.
Jacki could barely fight them. She was so weak, so tired from her ordeal. And now there was yet another hurdle for her to jump.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
Jacki's cry sent chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb. Rick was pulling her hair, breathing into her face while spreading her legs apart with his knees. He had sunk his prick into her, driving it deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"She says she don't want it, but man, she's hot to trot!" he growled.
Jacki felt her pussy fitting tightly around the broad, hairy base of Rick's cock. Inside her cunt the sensitive, slippery tissues stretched apart to let the throbbing eight inches of prickmeat slip in. At the top of her cuntlips the hard little clit was throbbing madly. That washing, that horrible hosing, had turned her on. Even her hard cum there against the wall hadn't been enough. She needed a prick to feel the fury of a hard cum. And now Rick was providing one for her.
As Rick came to the end of his downstroke, his hairy crotch ground into her nerve-rich clit. Thrills and incredible tremors shot through the teen's cunt and tits. Arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the rags, not caring any more about the hard floor making her muscles ache, Jacki moved her thighs from side to side. How strangely good it felt having the nippled ends of her tits breaking into hardness once more, rubbing against the hairs on the stud's chest.
It was strange how she began to feel toward these three boys. They were her tormentors. They had done everything to hurt her, to humiliate her, to drag her into the mud and degrade her. And yet she felt a strange kind o closeness to them while they crawled over her body. It was something she remembered reading about, something about how during those hijackings and kidnappings how the victims grew close to their tormentors after a while.
She was feeling the same thing. "Ohhhhh ..."
"Give it to her good, man," Jack said.
He couldn't wait any longer. He got into the act by crawling down between their spread legs. Lying flat on his belly, he shoved his head up toward the tops of their legs. Reaching up, he pushed her thighs open.
Jacki went wild. She felt fingers down there, fingers where Rick's cock was reaming her out! A hot shiver shot through her cunt. Oh God, she felt his fingers stroking their way up, up, shoving her legs farther apart. As her body stretched open, Rick gave her another shove, burying his cock up to the hilt in her tight cunt.
"Man, gonna blow my nuts with this chick . . . ughhhhh!"
His voice made the girl twist madly in his arms. She let out a sharp cry when she felt something warm-oh yes, when she felt a tongue touching her cunt, licking around the stretched underside of her pussy. The tickling sensation made her want to snap her legs together, to trap Jack's head between her thighs. But Rick's body kept her spread wide open.
"Fuck 'er good!"
Rick didn't need any encouragement from his buddy. He began piledriving his cock, the rich, gurgling sounds of his prick slurping through her pussy filling the room, mixing with Jacki's cries. Then Rick slowed down, pulling his ass up, drawing his cock out of her furry pussyhole.
"Nooooo!" Jacki cried, clawing her fingers on his back. She felt so abandoned, so empty now with his cock out.
She panted, her head thrown back, the cords sticking from her throat. Jacki felt the stretched tissues of her cunt now being licked by that slippery tongue. Once more she tried snapping her legs shut but Jack had his hands pressing outward on her thighs, holding her open for his licking attack.
As the girl struggled against them, Jacki felt her clit being teased by the licking surface. "Yesssss, oh yes, yes," she hissed through her teeth, bouncing her ass heavily against the rag pile. How wonderful it felt having his tongue doing all those marvelous things.
"Shove it to her, man. I'm gonna get her ass again."
Jack pulled out while Rick fitted his swollen cockhead into her cunt and shoved down. His eight inches shoved down into her pussy again. As the slippery tissues curled around his cock, he felt Jacki's fingernails lash against his back.
"Do it, do it!" the girl cried, her voice cracking under the strain of her excitement.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it."
Bobby was above her now, kneeling over face. He was dangling his cock near her mouth, rubbing the head over her nose. Decency, morality, everything in the world exploded, leaving her nothing except the wild desire to have as much sexual stimulation as she could.
Twisting her head around, opening her mouth, the blonde teen swallowed half his cock, gobbling it up hungrily, then working her tongue over and over the ridged underside. Meanwhile Jack had slid up behind her, twisting her hips around slightly and pushing his cock into her sweaty asscrack. Rick adjusted his fucking, never once taking his cock from her cunt.
"Do it, man, ram 'er in the ass! We're gonna triple fuck the bitch . . . gonna give'er somethin' to remember us by."
Jacki felt the cock hammering against her throat, felt her mouth coating up with jizz. She didn't care what they were doing to her any more. The wild, fiery sensations between her legs more than made up for any brutality. She twisted around as much as she, could, even making room for the awful man behind her. He was going to fuck her in the ass once more, fuck her asshole wide open while Rick was trenching out her cunthole. Wouldn't that hurt her somehow? Who cared? She was having three strong, hard male pricks shoved into her body. She could hear the three men gasping, commenting on her, telling one another how good she felt against their cocks while they kept fucking her. "Ohhhhhh ..."
"Yeah, moan for it, slut," Bobby growled, smoothing his fingertips along her skull while leaning forward to get a better angle on her mouth. His balls settled over her nose, rubbing up against her eyes as he began to fuck her throat frantically. The choked, coughing of the young woman sent more chills of lust rushing up and down the men's spine.
"Baby, baby," Rick panted.
"Good, man, she's still wet down there," Jack said, reaching down and checking her asshole.
"Then do it, man, shove it in!" Rick said.
Jacki held her breath, wiggling her tongue around the mouth-pummeling cock as she felt that hot, pulpy prickhead shove up against her asshole. There wasn't the pain this time as it stretched those wrinkled lips wide apart and slid into her bowels. There was a kind of itchy heat that rushed up and down her asschute. And then, then there was the incredible, lewd feeling of being stuffed at both ends while another cock was cork-screwing down her throat! "Mmmmmmm ..."
Jacki was completely covered with men. She felt their legs hunching up against her, felt their cocks filling her, felt their warm, hairy groins tickling her flesh. Jacki went wild, hunching back and forth, her body penetrated fully by cockmeat.
"Give it to 'er, Jack, give it . . . ughhhh!" Bobby cried.
"Yeah, man, fuck that shithole . . . fuck that ass," Rick moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.
"Shit, she's so fuckin' hot back here she's gonna make me cum . . . ughhh . . . now!"
Their talk, their filthy words were working her up. She felt her ass and cunt threatening to tear apart while her mouth tasted so salty! Then the girl felt Rick's cock start to jerk around inside her. He was shouting out something, bumping his knees against hers. She knew in a moment he was sending out streamers of his rich, thick cum into her clutching cunthole. Arching her back once more, wiggling her hips as much as she could, clenching down her ass muscles on that pumping cock in her ass, Jacki sailed off into a world of her own of climax. "Ummmmfffff!"
Then cum shot into her mouth, spattering against the back of her throat. Jizz and spit ran down from the corners of her mouth as Bobby's nuts pumped in more and more of the hot, white stuff. At times she thought the young stud was going to fall over her body he was cumming so hard. He kept crying out, shouting as if someone had stabbed him in the throat. How she wished she could bring her arms around him, hold her face closer to his groin as he dumped more and more spunk into her mouth!
"Fuck!"
Now it was Jack's turn, his cum jetting up his thick cum tube and spattering into her ass. He leaned forward, biting the girl's right ear while showering his jizz into her bowels. With each bubbling load he jabbed his tongue deeper and deeper into that ear, nibbling at the lobe, making the girl feel hotter and hotter.
The tremendous orgasms that shot through her body sent her floating away, moaning and sighing as she wiggled between those two hairy bodies. Her pussy jerked in rhythm to the pounding of her clit. Each time she throbbed she felt the long cocks still oozing cum, still hard, still working in her cunt, ass and mouth. Jacki remembered their promise, that she would never forget them. The girl was certain that was true. Not all the psychiatric treatment in the world could make her forget these men and what they had done to her.
"Okay, man, okay, fun time's over. Where the fuck do you live so we can take you home?" Rick asked, pulling his softening cock from her with a slurpy pop and looking down at her ravaged pussy. * * * A hour later Betty was alone, Brad having finished his fucking and gone home. She had showered twice, rubbing the sudsy soap over her swollen cunt. He hadn't really hurt her with those awful flames, not really. It had been her fear more than anything else. But still . . . still she had to figure out some way to stop him from coming over like that. If Jacki were home . . .
The thought was too horrible to contemplate now. She'd have to think about that in the morning. Of course, Betty knew she could always try breaking it off, even moving away if she had to. But somehow . . . somehow now she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
But she would think of that tomorrow morning, too. Right now she was about to phone the police. Jacki was still missing. Sitting there in the living room, holding the receiver in one hand, Betty gathered the robe modestly around her waist and began dialing the emergency number when she heard a car pull up, stop, then shoot away. At first she thought it was Brad again. But then she heard shuffling footsteps. God, oh God, she knew, just knew they had to be her daughter's!
Putting the receiver back in the cradle, Betty smoothed down her robe and walked calmly to the door. Things would be alright now. There would be no more, worry for the time being. Instinctively Betty knew something was wrong out there. Something had happened to her daughter. She steeled herself, putting her fingers on the lock and opening it. But surely whatever it was it couldn't be as entrapping, as enticing as her problem. No, Jacki couldn't possibly know about the lethal beauty of S & M, about what her mother had fallen into and-and enjoyed!
Think about that later, Betty said to herself, pushing the idea from her mind and starting to open the door. There was her daughter to deal with now. And then . . . ?