Chapter 6
"Hey, man, what the fuck you doing?"
"Uhhhhh, man, she's so fuckin' hot...Jesus Christ, she's milkin' me!"
"Told you she was somethin' else! Damn, she's gonna make you cum!"
"Fuck yeahhh...."
Janice was frantic. Brad was gripping her around the waist. He had already started fucking her doggie style. His thick prick shoved up and down in short, rapid strokes as he pressed her forward, trying to get her to bend over.
"Oh no, no!"
"Man, gonna pop it...."
Brad was gripping her tighter. Janice could hardly breathe. He had her on the bed now, pushing her forward until her forehead was nearly pressed against the headboard. The girl gasped, feeling her knees sinking into the soft mattress. It was terrible, awful! She tried struggling back, but the more she moved around, the deeper she managed to work his prick in her cunt. The girl could hear his frantic pants, could tell he was close, very, very close to shooting off. Reaching back, she tried pushing him away, anything to keep him from blowing his load. No, no, she wasn't ready. If she had to be fucked, then she wanted to enjoy it. And right now Janice felt herself just rising.
Brad ground his teeth together, his eyes closed, his face a mask of intense concentration. Slowly, gradually, he pulled his prick out. Janice shivered, shrinking her head between her shoulders. It was awful, awful, feeling that fat prickhead slipping out of her cunt channel. It was just like when her cousin Bobby had pulled his cock out after fucking her four nights ago. There was a sensation of abandonment, of being terribly alone.
Dropping her head, feeling her long hair brushing over her knuckles, Janice sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard. He was pulling out, and oh, oh, what a sensation she had as her cuntal membranes shrank back together and rubbed sexily against his prickhead.
"Mmmmmm...."
"Man, when she moans like that...Jesus Christ, it makes me feel real good all over,"
Bobby commented as he watched his buddy pull out.
"Yeah, fuck!" Brad said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his prick. He didn't say anything for several seconds, fighting for control. Janice could hear his uneven breathing and knew he was so close to cumming. And he had just stuck it into her pussy! The girl gasped to think she had that much power over a stud!
"Too much, man. I ain't fucked doggie style for a long time," Brad gasped.
Janice wanted to say something about her aunt, something that would have dropped a bomb in the room. But she kept quiet instead, wanting to feel something in her cunt. What a whore she was becoming! Dear God, what a slut she had turned into!
"You wanna get her?"
"Oh please, please, give it, give it!" the girl blurted out.
Bobby smiled, proud of the way he'd turned his innocent cousin into a whore.
"She can't wait, man. Just fuckin' can't wait to have some cockmeat!"
"Cock...cock," Janice whispered hoarsely, not caring who heard her or what she was saying.
"Take that fuckin' blouse off her, man."
There was more tearing, more ripping. In a moment the girl was totally naked, her ripped clothes floating to the hardwood floor. She still knelt there on the bed as Brad slipped off and Bobby took his place.
"Mount 'er, man, mount the fuckin' bitch," Brad hissed.
Bobby knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her cunt lips so he could slip two fingers deep into her cunt. Janice gasped with delight. Her cousin was doing it again. While Brad stood there trying to regain control, Bobby was teasing her with his fingers, giving her the feeling of being filled. Oh, oh, she was flipped completely!
Oh, how her cunt flooded juice. She was burning down there. And her nipples just ached for touching, for a finger to squeeze them. As if he could read her mind, Bobby reached under her belly, looping one hand around and squeezing her left nipple hard between one thumb and forefinger. Janice groaned, snapping her head back, tensing her belly muscles while wiggling her naked ass from side to side like some dog.
"Uhhhh ohhhh yessss," she hissed.
Janice was going wild, bobbing her ass up and down. She was so out of it, her mind exploding with delightful colors. Oh, oh, she felt so weak, so horribly weak. Her elbows were bowing out while Bobby was toying with her. And then...then she felt something, felt his prick brushing against her ass.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck...uhhhh!"
Bobby hunkered under her and hunched up suddenly, withdrawing his fingers just in time for his cock to slam up into her pussy.
"No, no, nooooo!"
Her cuntal sheath worked shut on the swollen hunk of hard prickmeat while Bobby slipped all eight thick inches into her pussy.
"Man, oh man...fuck, can see why you almost shot off. Christ, she's like an oven down there," he panted.
"Yeah, and man, she's gettin' hotter by the second," Brad added.
Tremors of orgasm started up again somewhere deep in her belly. Janice curled her fingers, tearing her nails at the twisted sheet while snapping her head from one side to the other. Her long blonde hair splashed over her whitened knuckles. Fucking! Fucking! That's what was going to happen all damned night here. Fucking!
"Ohhhh...man!"
"Hey, take it easy," Brad warned, watching his buddy's face twist. "You're gonna pop off. You don't wanna blow it all now, do you?"
Bobby ground his teeth together, working his prick back and forth in tiny shoves, making Janice grunt and move her ass back for more.
"No, man, no. I wanna see this bitch take off," Bobby said, sliding his cock out. For the second time the frantic blonde teen felt a hard prick slipping from her cunthole. She wailed, grinding her teeth together, wishing there was some way she could stop them from doing that to her. Oh God, God, if they were going to rape her, then let them go at it! This teasing was killing her!
"I got an idea. Saw it once down in Mexico on the other side of Guadalajara," Brad said, moving to his trousers and fishing around in the back pocket.
Janice stayed in her crouching position, turning her head around and watching as Brad fished out a pocket knife. Her eyes widened. What was he going to do, carve her up?
"What you gonna do?" Bobby asked, some concern obvious on his face.
"Don't worry, man, she's gonna go for it," he said, snapping the blade open and examining the cutting edge. Janice shivered when he moved his eyes from the knife to her.
"Oh, my God, don't...don't mutilate me," she moaned.
Stories about girls found in ditches, their genitals carved up flashed through her mind. Was Brad one of those sick men who carved up women? Would Bobby stop him if he got carried away? Janice nearly pissed on the bed as she watched him approach her, waving that awful knife in the air as if it were a dagger.
"Take it easy on her," Bobby warned, laying a restraining hand on his buddy's shoulder.
"like I said, don't worry," Brad said impatiently, shrugging off the hand.
"Oh dear God," Janice moaned.
"God won't have nothin' to do with it," Brad said, moving the blade over her ass-cheeks.
Janice felt the cold metal and flinched from it, her ass-hole snapping shut while her cunt shivered with fright. She was about to climb off the bed when Brad stretched out one hand and grabbed her hair, tugging her back onto the mattress. The girl screamed, then groaned as he backhanded her across the skull. Her body swayed, threatening to topple from the bed. It was only by stiffening her elbows and forcing herself to stay conscious that Janice was able to remain upright on the bed.
"Don't move, bitch."
Again came that cold sensation, the sensation of the metal blade against her flesh. Janice flinched, letting out a low, shuddering moan from her chest. But she didn't dare move, not with that sharp thing about to slice through her skin. She stared ahead at the wall in front of her, her face twitching, blanching from terror as the blade moved up and down, tracing the full round curves of her ass.
Mentally Janice pictured what was happening-Bobby standing back there jerking off while watching Brad move that knife along her ass-cheeks, barely letting the sharpened edge scrape over her skin. One little move, one false motion and it would be cutting through her flesh the way a blade goes through butter.
"Uhhhhhh...."
"She-likes it, man, she-likes it!" Brad whispered, moving the knife toward her ass split.
Janice curled her fingers, digging the nails into the sheet. Again she thought of twisting her head around to see what was happening. But remembering Brad's warning, she remained crouched there, her belly sagging slightly, her tits nearly touching the mattress while her ass remained high up in the air.
"Nice, nice," Brad whispered.
Janice dropped her head a little, resting one cheek against the pillow. Rolling up her eyes and biting her lower lip until she could taste blood, Janice heard the man behind her grunting with satisfaction, almost laughing at her distress! And now...oh God, and now he was sliding that horrible blade toward her ass-hole. The movement toward her shitter made her ass flesh quiver, her ass-cheeks move as they tightened and relaxed.
"Oh yeah, yeah, see that, man? Your fuckin' cousin's goin' nuts!"
"Yeah, she digs that kinda thing, I guess. She sure liked the knockin' around I gave 'er."
Brad was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths made Janice shiver. He moved up behind her a little further, the bed sagging back from his weight. Janice picked her head up a little and turned around, staring at him and his fat prick sticking straight out from his crotch. How his balls were tightened, pressed hard up against his groin! Oh God, God, he was loaded, filled with cum, ready to spatter it into her. And yet he was holding back purposely, delaying the inevitable because he enjoyed this horrible teasing, this sadistic foreplay.
"Oh please, please...."
Janice wanted to sink through the floor, to disappear, to die rather than do this. But there was little she could do. When he told her to bring her ass up higher in the air, she had to obey him, feeling the wet, sticky line of her cuntal crack exposed, completely defenseless.
"Come on, baby, don't be coy with me. You can't get enough of this. Man, you're still juicin' from our double fuckin', if you ain't juicin' like crazy now 'cause you dig this blade," Brad sneered.
Janice said nothing back, curling her fingers a little more until she dug the nails in her palms. She followed the tip of the knife with her mind, followed it as it slipped across one ass-cheek then moved to the other, sliding over then to where the two met just above her cunt. The pressure increased as the surgically sharp point slid closer and closer to her cuntal zone. Janice wanted to weep, to scream, to cry out for help. But there would be no help, and she knew it.
"Uhhhhh...."
Then something strange happened. Janice felt her pussy contract and suck in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm then shutting hard as the knife traced the outer lips of her pussy. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area terrified her. Again chewing her lip, her face turned red while her eyes rounded with growing concern and terror.
"Ohhhhh...."
Brad slid the knife down her thighs, tracing the blade along her legs down to her knees, then back up once more to her ass.
A sudden chill froze her cunt. Brad was pressing the flat of the blade against her cunt, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her pussylips. Janice closed her eyes once more, feeling her cuntal membranes snapping shut.
"Whew, baby, you want this thing in you?" the big stud said.
"No...oh no, no, take it away," Janice moaned, tears welling up in her eyes.
It was awful, horrible that he was doing this to her! Kneeling there, eyes closed, the blonde teen felt him move the blade around until the tip was pressing against her clit. Janice let out another groan, arching her back like a cat and hissing through her clenched teeth.
"Yeah, slut...a fuckin' whore...your cousin was right. You dig this kinda thing, baby. You really dig it."
"No, no!"
The continual touch and the chill of the cold steel knife sent shocks of incredible excitement racing through the terrified teen. Slowly Janice became conscious of tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips. Stinging cunt-juice dribbled across these small cuts, the resulting sensation making her clit swell more and more. Oh, it was so awful, so terribly confusing. But she found a hotter, more intense lust flowing from her crotch now. The girl fought with herself. No, no, it wasn't right! It just wasn't right for her to be feeling these racing sensations of lust while they tormented her like this. But the girl just couldn't find the strength to fight her own body.
Janice's pulse raced. Opening her eyes, the girl turned and saw Brad stroking that long, thick cock sticking straight out from his hairy groin. Yes, it was that same prick she had seen penetrating her Aunt Kathy the other night. Penetrate! What a silly, and yet exciting word. Her aunt had gone wild under his fucking, twisting and writhing while he stuck more of his cockmeat into her. Remembering the look on her aunt's reddened face, remembering the strangled sounds coming from her throat as she tugged and pulled at the ropes holding her to the headboard, Janice wriggled her ass from side to side.
"Ahhhhhh...."
Her cunt lips felt as if they were on fire. The constant rush of cunt-juice across those tiny cuts was like salt being rubbed into wounds. Buzzing, spinning flashes exploded in her mind as Brad rocked that knife back and forth over her cunt, watching her pussy contract, relax, then snap shut again.
"Man, oh man, I can't take much more of this," Bobby said, closing his eyes and fighting for control of his prick once more.
"Know what you mean. We're gonna fuck you, baby, we're both gonna do it," Brad said, pulling the knife away and folding it shut before tossing it on top of his Levi's.
"Oh no, no...."
Janice was ashamed of herself. She knew her body was hungry for that man, for that man and his prick. Thinking of her cousin, the girl thought she could handle him as well. Handle him? My God, what was she thinking of? What kind of thoughts were racing through her head? The more they tormented her, the more they kept her here, the more she was thinking like a slut. Oh, oh, and her mother thought she was just visiting some friends, working on some homework! If only...if only she knew what was happening here at her sister's!
In a moment the girl felt the blind stabs of Brad's cock against her cunt. The fat head of his prick slithered up under the slippery crack between her cunt lips. Oh God, God, it was so good, so awfully good feeling his prick banging up against her pussy! The salty drop of lube on his cockhead made her clit burn as if he'd touched her with acid! Groaning, the girl rolled her hips forward, hunching her spine backward. With that move Janice managed to lodge Brad's cockhead in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It was incredible, fantastic! Janice gasped, throwing her head from side to side. She stared at the wall once more, closing her eyes, concentrating on that stretching feeling as
Brad began bearing down on her.
"Hey, man, thought we'd both have at her," Bobby said, approaching the bed.
"Later, man, later. I dig this...uhhhh...gotta go all the way with this bitch. Later, man," he grunted, shutting his eyes tightly and angling forward.
The words, his body, everything turned the girl on. No longer was she worried about the moral consequences of her actions, of her thoughts. All she cared about was her overheated cunt and the man who could put out the fire.
"Uhhhh...."
Janice bore down to make his entry easier. Her cuntal walls ached and itched more than ever as Brad put his hands on her hips and pushed down. That long, thick cock was squeezing into her cunt channel like a fat, greased finger. Janice let out a loud rush of air and sucked in more oxygen through her nostrils with a wheezing sound, then held it as more and more of his cockmeat slipped in.
"Fuckin', baby, we're fuckin', " Brad whispered.
Oh yes, yes, and it was wonderful, hideously wonderful! It was so strange that she could see how loathsome these men were and what they were doing to her. And yet it was so marvelous at the same time. How odd!