Chapter 3
Enid Langley began to feel scared. She stared apprehensively at the three guys in the room, then her eyes flickered over the dusty walls, shuttered windows and closed door. She'd been crazy to get in the car when they offered her a lift!
"How'd you like our club?" asked the biggest guy, a sneer in his words.
Enid shook her head. "It's kinda late," she tried, "you'd better drive me home."
"Later," he said, "take it easy. Here, I'll pour you a drink."
She didn't want a drink; all she wanted was to go home! But she took the glass ... she didn't want to make them mad ... not here ... all alone with three of them.
When they had told her that they'd drop in a club on the way back ... she hadn't worried. She'd thought they meant a real club, not a crummy, beat-up shack that they called their club.
She sipped at her glass and half-choked. It must be raw whisky! Enid knew all their names. They weren't strangers. The small one was Bart and the one with long, blond hair was Willis and Johnny was the big one, the tough one, the one who scared her.
Johnny spoke to her now. "Okay?" he asked, squatting down on the floor in front of her.
Enid wriggled uncomfortably on the old car seat that served as a chair, or couch. Or-was it-bed? "Yeah," she muttered, holding up her glass, "okay."
Johnny grinned; from where he was squatting he could see right up her skirt. She was sorry she wore a skirt and not shorts or slacks.
"You're sure cute, Enid," he said, "sure cute."
She glanced down, saw where his eyes were focused and began to move her legs.
"Don't move!" Johnny snapped out the words, "Stay just the way you are."
Enid froze. There was something about the way he spoke that ... Girls had told her that Johnny was crazy or wasn't quite normal.
"I like you like that, Enid," Johnny muttered.
"Johnny," she pleaded "take me home."
"Later," he moved his hand irritably. "Later-later I'll take you home. You wear pants, Enid?"
"Wha-?"
"You got pants on?" he asked. "I can't see from here."
Frantically, Enid glanced toward the other two. They were in a corner of the room, standing behind some old boxes that they used as a bar. She could hear them laughing together. They didn't seem to be taking any notice of her or Johnny.
"Don't worry about Bart and Willis," Johnny had seen where her eyes flickered, "they're too busy with each other. Say, didn't you know that Willis is gay?" He laughed, "and Bart is halfway!" He grinned at her, "I'm the only normal guy ... " Suddenly he stopped laughing. "You didn't answer me, Enid! What're you trying to do, make me mad?"
"No," she muttered, panicky, "I-I forgot what you asked."
"You got pants on?" His voice was hoarse.
"Yeah," she panted, "yeah, I've got pants on. Why?"
"What color are they?" His eyes were screwed up as he peered under her skirt.
"Pink," she said, trying not to tremble.
"Is that so?" Johnny sounded pleased. "I like pink. Show 'em to me!"
Enid sat very still.
"Show 'em to me!" There was an edge of impatience in Johnny's voice.
Slowly, Enid drew up her skirt. Her legs, long and slim, were enclosed in her best hose that she'd worn that night for some crazy reason. Her briefs were pink, silky and transparent.
Johnny drew in his breath. "Say, they're cute," he said appreciatively. Then he raised his voice. "Hey, you guys, come over here."
Enid felt her face pale.
"What d'you want, Johnny?" asked Willis.
"Look at that," said Johnny proudly, "d'you ever see a cuter pair of briefs?"
"Oh, I like them," said Willis, as though he were debating whether to buy a pair like them.
"They're okay," said Bart. He squatted down beside Johnny. Enid saw with a small shock that his pants were open at the front and as she stared, he groped at the opening, then thrust his hand inside. "Take them off," he said, not moving his eyes off her crotch and the brunette hairs that showed through the thin material.
"Yeah," said Johnny, "do that, Enid." his eyes were fixed on her hotly.
Enid took a shuddering breath, then as though she were in a horrible nightmare, she slid the thin silk over her hips, thighs and legs. She lifted the flimsy handful of silk thrusting it toward Johnny, saying, "Here, you can have them. Now, take me home please!" Her voice rose on the last word as her self-control neared the breaking point.
"Later," Johnny muttered, not taking his eyes from her legs, "later, Enid." He swallowed, then rasped, "Take your skirt off."
She stood up, her whole body rigid.
"Take it off!" Johnny sounded irritated.
Enid stared down at him. Johnny turned his eyes up to her face, he looked angry now. "I said take your skirt off, Enid," his voice was nearly a snarl. "Take it off! I wanna look at your belly and your hairs and your ass. I wanna see that-maybe I'll-" he broke off and licked his lips.
With shivering fingers, Enid slipped down the short zipper at her side and let her skirt slide down to her feet. She tried to curb the tremor in her knees as she stood in front of them waiting.
"Look at that hairy cunt!" Bart's eyes gleamed. He wriggled himself closer to the standing girl and his fingers groped inside his pants, emerging with something between them.
Enid stared down in horror. He'd pulled out his penis and it was enlarging before her eyes! She felt a shiver run along her flesh, a shiver of revulsion. Then she hated herself, hated her body, hated the warm trickle that had started to run down her legs ...
"She's all wet," Bart mouthed, rubbing his cock in front of her. He reached up with his free hand and she felt his fingers probe, grope at her vaginal lips, squeeze inside her and she wanted to scream.
"She's making me-making me ... " Bart's voice rose. "I'm coming!" he squealed like a girl.
Enid felt her eyes drawn down with an awful fascination and she saw the penis, huge, bloated with imminent semen, swell until the veins on its skin seemed about to burst. Bart's fingers encircled his monstrous organ and his hand suddenly began to move more quickly. As she watched she saw his body jerk; the slitted cock spurt and Enid saw the white, thick fluid squirt, then ooze from the spasmodically jerking tip.
Oh, my God! she wanted to scream, yet as her own knees, weak from emotion, trembled, she saw Bart, his strength spent, sprawl over backwards as he mouthed, "Oh, you fuckin' cunt, Enid. Oh, you lovely, hairy cunt, you!" He lay on his back with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips.
"Turn around." It was Johnny, grunting out the words.
Oh, no! Would this never end? "Let me go, Johnny," she pleaded, the tears coming to her eyes, "please!"
"Later," he muttered. "Turn around-turn around, you goddamned bitch," and he moved toward her.
She squealed even though he didn't hit her, then she turned around, hearing Johnny say, "You don't have to be afraid, Enid." Then he laughed.
"I'm not going to fuck your cunt," he laughed again. Then asked, "Ain't that right, Willis? I don't fuck cunts, do I?"
"No," Willis answered very softly, "not cunts."
Johnny was slowly unfastening the front of his pants.
"What're you gonna do, Johnny?" Willis sounded anxious.
Johnny didn't answer him. He rested his penis, long and flaccid, on the palm of his hand. "Look at that ass," he muttered to Willis.
Willis was silent.
Johnny's cock twitched. "Ain't that somethin'?" his voice was hoarse.
Willis sniggered. "Like it better than mine, Johnny?"
Johnny didn't laugh. He pushed the smaller boy away roughly and moved close to Enid's naked, quivering buttocks. He touched the tender cleft delicately. Enid flinched. A small bubbling sound came from her lips.
"Don't be afraid, Enid," Johnny spoke softly. His cock swelled and twitched ominously; he gripped it more tightly. "I don't wanna hurt you," he murmured to Enid. His finger traced a line between her milky white cheeks.
Enid trembled again. His finger paused over the small orifice. She felt it probe gently, pry open the tiny, tight star.
"I won't hurt you," Johnny mouthed.
He stepped back, stared at the quivering cheeks, then looked down at his penis. It was jumping and jerking in his hand as if it had a life and will of its own. "I gotta do it," said Johnny, sounding almost sad, "I gotta ... " He looked at Willis, then nodded his head. He poked at Bart's prone body with his foot, then sent a message with his eyes. "I gotta," he said, gripping his cock as though he were restraining it. "Ain't anythin' else I can do!"
"Enid," said Johnny, his voice sombre and serious, "I gotta fuck your ass."
"No!" Enid squealed the word out, then twisted her body forward. Johnny's big arms grabbed her body. She could feel her breasts being crushed as he held her. Her bare, shivering buttocks could feel a long, hard mass, jerking and throbbing against her skin. The sound came from her lips in a long, drawn out scream. "Eeeeeee! Let me goooo!"
"Grab her," Johnny muttered to the others, "bend her over this box."
Enid's back strained as she was forced over the top of a crude box.
"We always have to hold em," Bart muttered, sullenly.
"You never have to hold me," said Willis with a smirk.
Enid's buttocks protruded as her belly was pressed hard against the edge of the box. She could feel it cutting into her skin. "Johnny," she pleaded with despairing sobs, "please don't. If you've gotta-gotta have it-if you've got to fuck-fuck me-please fuck my-my cunt, Johnny! Please, not-not there-Please!"
Her voice went into a high octave as Johnny jabbed a stiff finger into the tiny, sensitive aperture between the snowy white cheeks.
His penis throbbed and vibrated as if there were an electric motor within its slithery skin. "I gotta, Enid," said Johnny again. "My cock does it by itself. I just can't stop it. I gotta," he groaned out the last word as his cock sprang forward, throbbed against Enid's shaking flesh.
"Open her legs up," Johnny muttered to the other two, "I gotta have room." Then he leaned over the trembling girl and murmured, "Bend your knees, Enid, that way it-it won't hurt so-so much."
She screamed again, higher but more hopelessly. It was no use, she knew. She was going to be raped, fucked, screwed up her ass! And she'd never had a man touch her there before! "Oooh," she moaned, "it'll tear me."
"Come over here, Willis," Johnny ordered. "Lick at her asshole. You know it's gonna be hard."
The fair-haired boy dropped down behind Enid. She felt his face pressed against her thighs, then her buttocks. Suddenly she felt the small, wet snake touch between her cheeks. Willis's tongue slithered onto the orifice, pried at the opening. Then he gripped the cheeks with his fingers, stretched them apart and gradually he inserted his tongue into the warm inner tissue.
Enid was quiet. This didn't hurt! She closed her eyes and prayed that this would last. That the other would be mercifully quick.
Willis probed gently with his educated tongue. Gradually, Enid felt some small pleasure. She let her flesh slacken a little from its tensed, tight control. She began to relax. Then the tongue was removed, she heard Johnny say, "I'll try now," and his breathing seemed to get deeper, louder as he came close to her flesh. She felt the tip touch it. Then the throbbing, writhing snake pressed against her small, wet ass. Suddenly, a searing pain enveloped her whole body as he tried to make an entrance. A squeal bubbled from her mouth. She tasted blood, felt pain and agony in her legs, thighs, buttocks as well as at the throbbing, tearing orifice.
"Stop!" she screamed, "I'm too small. You can't get in ... !" She felt the tearing, rending, agonizing spasms searing through her flesh as the gross organ strained at the tiny doorway. "Stop!" she squealed, the sweat pouring down her face, her breasts, her buttocks. "Stop! You can't get in," she screamed again.
Johnny pressed his throbbing shaft forward again; it eased inside the orifice very slightly. He felt elated.
"Don't move, Enid," he groaned.
The screams came from her throat in a continuous stream. The lips of her anal orifice closed on the forward tip of his penis. He prepared to lunge forward as Enid gave a last despairing cry, "Stop! You won't get in."
"Yes I will," said Johnny, holding his breath as his cock strained at the brink. "I always do," he muttered, then his thrust threw his body forward, his lips spewed out groans of desire and lust as his cock penetrated, then filled, the outer lips of her ass.
"You'll tear me. You'll split my ass wide open!" she spewed in a squeal.
Johnny drove forward, his penis went in deeper. Enid felt the blood dripping down her legs, sensed her mind losing control as she started to faint. Then she heard Johnny say, "I guess I will split you right open."
And as Enid fainted ... he did!