Chapter 8
No one could act so normal and nice after doing an obscene thing like that. It was just my imagination, Callie thought an hour later as she and Bridget prepared dinner after having drinks in the living room. It's just my own perverted mind. I've been acting so perverted myself lately that I'm starting to imagine all sorts of crazy things about sex when someone does something perfectly innocent. Gosh, I must really be going crazy, no matter what Bridget said yesterday.
The innocent blonde had never tasted a martini until this evening, and two of Nick's drinks had put her in a dizzy, disoriented mood. Her voice sounded too loud in her own ears, her laugh too raucous. But it didn't seem to matter much, as the others were all going on in the same way. Besides, one had to speak up to be heard over the expensive stereo set which was blaring out an old Elvis Presley album at top volume.
I'm getting drunk, she realized. The steak and Caesar salad tasted the same to her drink-deadened taste buds, both like sawdust, and manipulating her fork suddenly seemed an intricate and unnecessarily complicated task. When the instrument slipped to the floor with a clatter, she didn't bother to pick it up and resume eating.
Everyone was seated around the huge stone fireplace in the living room, leaning back comfortably against brightly colored pillows in the glow of the flames. Leaning back against the wall behind her, Callie fell into a daydream of all the great paintings she would do.
"Time for a refill?" The daydreaming young blonde jumped, jolted from her pleasant reverie as Nick appeared at her side holding a newly opened wine bottle.
"Oh, n-no, I think-" she began, but before she could explain that she'd had quite enough to drink already, he had refilled her tall glass to the brim.
"Smoke?" he offered, sitting down close beside her.
Normally, Callie didn't smoke, but the burly man's close proximity made her so uncomfortable that she accepted the preferred Silva Thins with a timid smile. It's such a nice place!" she remarked, deciding that this was a relatively safe topic of conversation about which he'd not be able to make any of his smutty jokes. "I've really enjoyed myself and the art work you've shown me, they're magnificent."
Nick puffed up his chest with pride, for there was nothing he liked better than compliments. He had been praised highly by the New York critics at many important shows and was perhaps justified in his self-congratulatory attitude.
"I live for two things ... art and sex," he told the voluptuous green-eyed blonde, leaning close enough so that he could smell the flowery fragrance of her long golden hair. Nick, who liked to consider himself an expert on women, always claimed that you could tell the successful method to seduce a woman by noting what sort of perfume she used. Bridget, for instance, used a musky, vamp-like scent, and she used it liberally. The heady, seductive odor suited her admirably; no one ever had to feed Bridget lines or romantic compliments, for if she fancied a certain man,-she was generally the one who seduced him!
This hot little cunt, on the other hand, didn't use cologne at all, only lightly scented shampoos and soap which gave her the fragrance of an old-fashioned flower garden bordered by beds of herbs. She was innocent and timid as a wild primrose, and Nick knew she would shrink from too obvious a sexual overture. Of course, he already had the framework laid down for him, thanks to his voluptuous girlfriend and Byron's opportune suggestions.
As he explained his philosophy of art to the interested young artist-something he could talk about without effort, since he'd told it to each and every one of the many guests they'd brought here-he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Bridget and Bryon Kealing. The tall musician was the kind of guy with whom he got along well, as were all of his girlfriend's lovers.
"The "Atmospheric Paintings" that I recently exhibited in a New York Gallery are a challenge to the viewer," he continued, all the while surreptitiously watching as Byron and Bridget reclined on the bearskin rug before the fire and gradually moved near enough each other so that their bodies rubbed sensuously together. "They express much through deceptively simple means..." he was saying as he saw Bridget's manicured hand slip toward the unmistakable hard-on pushing out the dark-haired young man's jeans. His own prick leapt to life at the stimulating sight, and he edged a little closer to the beautiful huge fitted blonde.
Callie was totally oblivious to her surroundings as she listened in rapt attention to the handsome artist. Nodding and smiling, she felt grateful that Nick was much more of a talker than a listener since she felt a bit too intoxicated to carry on an intelligent conversation. She really wished he wouldn't keep refilling her wine glass but didn't quite know how to tell him to stop.
"I've achieved a certain type of light and movement," Nick continued. He wanted to keep the girl's attention so she wouldn't notice Bridget and Byron stealing out of the room and up the stairway leading to the bedroom. "The movement is especially important ... sensual, erotic. Do you ever look through any pornographic magazines?"
Oh dear! Callie gulped her drink and stared at the thick fuck carpet in embarrassment. Nick would manage to turn the conversation to a topic like that!
"No, of course not!" she said in an offended voice. "I'd never look at filth like that. What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?"
Even as her indignant voice rang in her own ears, Callie felt a hot blush creeping up over her neck and cheeks as she recalled her wanton encounters with Barth Owens and Tommy Eamon, her voyeuristic indulgences, and her lesbian lovemaking with this man's voluptuous French girlfriend. That's the kind of girl she was, if the truth were to come out!
Goodness, she hoped Nick wouldn't see her blushing in the dim firelight and guess her sinful secrets.
"Sure you wouldn't like to take a look at some?" Nick leered placing his hand on the girl's knee. "Bridget gets a kick out of my pornography collection. I need it for my work. She says it makes her pussy all hot and horny to see all those nice hard cocks and pinkly glistening cunts."
The man's voice had dropped to a low, insinuating hiss, arid Callie hurriedly crossed her legs in an attempt to dislodge the hand pressing against her naked knee. This well-meaning effort only made her situation worse, for his kneading fingers slid onto the expanse of thigh flesh below her short skirt.
Gosh, I wish I'd worn my jeans, was Callie's first thought. Then, she lost her temper. He hasn't got any right to touch me like that, she bristled with indignant resentment. What on earth would Jacques or Bridget think of her.
"Pl-please, don't d-do that," she stammered, taking a deep swallow of wine to steady her nerves. "Please, Nick ... it's not right!"
"Awh, don't be silly!" he rebuked, throwing caution to the winds as his thickening cock beat a painful tattoo against his pants in response to the beautiful blonde's satin-smooth flesh. "You've got a gorgeous pair of legs, honey, and they were meant to be touched and enjoyed, not just looked at like a goddamn object d'art. And," he leered, grasping her nearest tit, "a pair of tits that any porn model would be proud of."
Restraining her initial impulse to slap him across the face-she was, after all, a penniless house guest, and he was paying Jacques's lawyer-Callie started to rise from her pillow on the floor. She'd go over and talk to Bridget and Byron instead of enduring this rude man's insults. But where were Bridget and the handsome musician?
Suddenly the floor spun beneath her and her knees felt as though their muscles and tendons had turned to water. Gasping, she collapsed back against the fluffy pillows.
I'm all alone with this lecherous drunken monster! her frightened mind cried. Even if he is Bridget's boyfriend, I don't th ink I trust him one bit. Oh, God, what's happened to the others? I just feel too dizzy and out of it to handle this all alone.
"Wh-where's Bridget?" she slurred, hoping the mention of his girlfriend would remind Nick Craven to keep his wandering hands to himself.
Nick leaned over the trembling blonde, his eyes two slits of implacable lust, looking just like the man and boy who'd practically raped her in North Carolina. His powerful arm encircled her cringing shoulder and his fingers pressed into the tender flesh of her upper arm as he replied to her question.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about Bridget-baby. She's doin' what she-likes best in this world-fucking!"
" Wh-what?" Callie nearly jumped out of her skin with shock. So she hadn't been hallucinating when she thought she'd seen Bridget fondling the strange man's cock in the back seat of the car, nor Nick's lewd wink of compliance. It was too much!
"I ... I don't be-believe it," she stuttered unconvincingly, cringing away from the man beside her.
"You don't?" Nick smirked. "Well, c'mon then, I'll prove it to ya!"
Callie resisted as he tried to tug her to her feet, but with his superior strength he easily yanked her to a standing position. Is this man crazy? she wondered dizzily. How could he react like this when his own girlfriend was letting another man fuck her pussy.
"C'mon, baby, let's watch the show," Nick insisted, twisting her wrist so painfully that she gasped in anguish as he pulled her across the room toward the stairs. "You'll like it, don't tell me you won't. Make your pussy all nice and wet."
"No, no, no!" Callie protested weakly. "I d-don't want to go up there."
Yet something in the man's voice told her that he knew of her sinful voyeurism. He must have seen her outside his bedroom door, seen her touching her pussy and rubbing the statue's huge wooden prick against her cunt. Praying that her suspicions were based purely on paranoia, she struggled futilely against the strong-muscled male.
"What's your problem?" Nick barked out. "Don't put on an innocent act for me. I know you like tongues and fingers playing around in that hot little pussy of yours, and I bet you like a big thick prick even better. You aren't foolin' me, baby."
Callie's angelic face blanched to a shade of grayish-white, and then two bright crimson spots appeared on her cheeks. Moving like a person in a state of acute shock, she allowed the lewdly chuckling artist to drag her toward the wooden staircase.
How does he know? Did he see me in his bedroom door with that nasty statue of his nibbling my pussy? Or did Bridget betray me and tell him everything? Callie's head was spinning in crazily careening circles, and she blinked to keep from breaking into childish tears. What did it matter how he knew that she was an immoral tramp, the fact that counted was that he did think of her as a slut and was therefore going to treat her accordingly-as she deserved.
The despairing blonde's feet were so clumsy from the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she'd consumed that she stumbled noisily on her way up the stairs, and she hoped that Jacques's sister and the handsome young man wouldn't hear. Nick was crazy, intoxicated; surely the other couple were just having a nice talk.
This is the most horrible moment of my entire life! the young blonde over-dramatized.
"Pl-please, please," she pleaded as the heavily breathing man shoved her toward the slightly ajar sleeping loft doorway. "I ... I just want to go back to my own room. Please, let me go!"
"Ah, come on, babe," Nick laughed in a coarse fashion that made Callie's blood freeze to ice in her veins. "You'll love watching ol' Bridget screw."
Ignoring her whimpers of protest, the lust-maddened artist pulled her toward the slightly open door and pressed her face against the crack. By twisting his hands rather brutally in her silky golden curls, he compelled her to stare at the scene taking place inside the loft bedroom.
I won't look! Callie vowed staunchly. I'll ... I'll just keep my eyes shut. But after a moment her curiosity overcame her, and her lids fluttered open to peer through the semi-darkness at the couple on the king-sized bed. As soon as her eyes accustomed themselves to the flickering light cast by the smoldering embers in the fireplace at the far end of the room, she let out a gasp of shocked astonishment.
"What are they doing, babe?" Nick hissed into her ear. "A little hot fucking?"
Callie shuddered as the huge bulge in his pants pressed against her, and she tried to ease her thighs away from the nasty throbbing thing that was pulsing against her upper leg like an out-of-control metronome. Despite her fearful revulsion at the muscular man's overly intimate proximity, however, some hypnotic magical force kept her eyes glued to the wantonly fucking couple on the bed.
The shadowy figures were completely naked, and they lay practically still. At the faint sound of Callie's incredulous gasp, Byron Kealing's head rose from the pillow, and although it was difficult to tell for certain in the dim light, Callie thought he winked at her. She hurriedly backed away from the half-open bedroom door and then gave another involuntary gasp as she fell into Nick's strong, ardent embrace. Once again, she felt his hugely pulsating cock throbbing against her thighs, his insistent tongue probing at the nape of her neck, sending thrills of unwanted desire tingling through her cunt.
"Sssssshhhhhh," Nick Craven hissed in the anxious blonde's ear. "Keep cool. So long as they think we're playing the same game, they won't mind us watching." And are we ever playing the same game, he told himself in silent jubilation. Soon, real soon, we'll all be fucking together.
" W-what do you mean...?" Callie breathed, a shudder of icy premonition coursing through her innocent body.
"I said, be quiet."
Though the man behind her spoke in a low whisper, there was a threatening undercurrent in his voice that told her not to disobey him. She recalled the brutal way he'd fucked Bridget that night when she'd spied on them, and decided the safest thing to do was not to make him any angrier. Therefore, even when Nick's arms circled around her and began unbuttoning her embroidered white blouse, she did not dare to protest.
Nick's breath quickened and his hugely throbbing cock gave an aching lurch of excitement as his practiced fingers unhooked Callie's bra in one smooth motion. Then, clamping his big hands on the quivering girl's naked, sensuously trembling tits, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began a maddening manipulation of the immediately hardening little buds.
Pinpricks of shameful sensation raced from the twenty-year-old's ecstatically billowing tits to every nerve-ending in her tiny, traitorously tingling clit. I've got to escape from him before I lose control! she thought desperately, for the first flames of a now familiar unwanted passion were starting to burn in her hot little pussy. I can't let myself show him
I'm feeling sinful pleasure, it's too humiliating. It makes me even more degenerate than he is. But maybe I am!
Then, twisting around with the intention of making one last effort to plead for mercy from the lusting artist, Callie stared at the older man with a tearful expression that would have roused pity in the heart of almost anyone-but not Nick Craven. Her large, green eyes, glazed from alcohol and fear, peered deep into Nick's face, searching desperately for a spark of human decency amidst the glinting lights of lust.
"We m-mustn't, Nick!" she whimpered softly. "It's wrong, horribly wrong! Think of my Jacques ... your girlfriend's brother."
But his face was a devilish mask of unbridled lust as he roughly thrust Callie's face back to face the other wildly fucking couple inside the bedroom.
"Far out," he leered. "He's going down on Bridget."
Innocent young Callie had never heard anyone use this phrase, and told herself that she didn't want to know whatever vulgar activity it described. Nevertheless, her gaze was drawn like a magnet to the adulterous twosome on the large, king-size bed. When she realized what was going on, a ripple of horrified fascination ran from the top of her scalp to her tiny white toes, which curled up involuntarily inside her sandals.
The naked, obscenely entwined couple were no longer lying still, but instead were positioning themselves so that Bridget's smoothly curving ass-cheeks were waving over Byron's eagerly grinning face, and her dark curls were hovering over his thickly pulsing, erect cock. From her place just outside the open door, Callie had an obscene view of Jacques's sister's naked, sensuously wiggling ass-cheeks and her glistening pink cunt with its fringe of sparse, softly curling pussy hair.
"So now you know how you look down there in your greedy little cunt," Nick hissed in the quivering girl's ear as he withdrew his left hand from her whitely trembling tit and slid it slowly, teasingly up the bare skin of her upper thigh. "Maybe you got pretty yellow pussy hair, baby, but a cunt's a cunt."
Callie cringed in shame at the sandy-haired man's vulgarity, and then she shuddered violently in dread-or was it anticipation-as his unstoppable fingers crept under the tight elastic cuntband of her white cotton panties.
"N-n-no!" she stuttered, afraid to speak too loudly for fear she'd be overheard. "No, Nick, nooooo! My pussy doesn't want to be kissed or fucked."
Nick acted as though he hadn't even heard her faint protestation. He was panting in lecherous impatience now that he'd made contact with Callie's softly curling pussy curls, and without hesitating one instant, he eased his fuckfinger along the smooth, moistly heated slit of her hotly quivering pussy.
"Wet already, huh?" he sneered. "That kinda blows your goodie-goodie act, baby."
It was true. Her shameless, eagerly pulsating cunt was growing damper by the minute as the ruthless artist teased at her ultra-sensitive cunt lips, at the same time continuing to titillate her huge, fire-filled titties. His insistent stimulation of her sensuous, long-denied young cunt was too much for her to fight, especially when she was so intoxicated. Something's really wrong with me! she despaired. I should he absolutely repulsed by this; I ought to claw him and kick him and try everything possible to escape. But here I am just standing here and letting him touch my naked titties and cunt and I'm even liking it. I can't deny it! I like the way his hands feel rough and sure, better than Jacques felt, more forceful, more determined, more obscene. Yes, obscene! And I even like the dirty way he talks. Oh, God, yes, I'm really just a sick, sluttish pervert. I love the dirty way he talks and it gets my pussy so hot!
"Oui, oui, big boy, ooohhhhh, that's good!" a loud groan from Jacques's sister broke through Callie's guilt-ridden reverie. "Ohhhh. Oooooohhh! Your tongue's driving my hot little pussy cra-zzzeeeee!"
All of the young artist's attention reverted to the salacious spectacle which was being enacted in front of her incredulous eyes. Byron's mouth was pressed right up against the mewling French girl's hungry pussy, with the dark strands of her pussy curls mingling among the reddish-brown hairs of his mustache. As she watched in mesmerized disbelief, she caught a glimpse of Byron's long red tongue snaking out to embed itself deep up inside Bridget's nakedly spread cunt.
How can she like a disgusting thing like that? Callie's befuddled brain spun in wild confusion. She's wicked. Depraved. But another voice answered from the back of the girl's brain as Nick's finger started tweaking at her wantonly tingling clitoris. This second voice rang louder, more insistently, more truthfully ... but you, Callie O'Hara, look at yourself. You know you wish it was you there on the bed with a man's tongue licking your pussy!
"Oh, no! I can't look! It's disgusting!" Callie whimpered, but her words were merely trying to deny her own rising tide of passion, and therefore sounded unconvincing even as they echoed in her own ears.
Then, as a second audacity met her shocked gaze, Callie's whole body began to quiver hotly as she watched Bridget oval her lipstick-smeared lips tightly around her young lover's heavily throbbing prick, making obscene sucking noises as she drew the burgeoning instrument deeper into her throat. Remembering the heady taste of Barth Owens's cum, the helplessly aroused blonde could not control her body's uncontrolled shaking, nor the fire burning in her cunt.
Bridget's red lips withdrew almost all the way from the hugely pulsing cock, locked around its head for a minute, then hungrily gulped the saliva-glistening prick back down into her madly contracting throat. An incoherent groan of wanton bliss burst from her cock-impaled lips as Byron's lust-swollen balls jounced sensuously against her chin. A momentary impulse to scream out at the top of her lungs and put an end to this vile obscenity surged through Callie, but she remained cemented to the spot outside the door, watching in mute fascination as her sister-in-law to be's head bobbed up and down over the young man's lewd mouth-fucking prick, and her dark-rimmed pussy squirmed down on his face in a delirium of wantonness.
Nick's eager fingers were tugging Callie's panties down to her knees to make more room for his finger, which continued to massage her heatedly swelling clitoris. Finally, disregarding the blonde's low outcry of dismay, he sank his rampaging fuckfinger into the cringing channel of the young artist's desire-dampened pussy.
Callie forgot all about the obscenely engaged couple inside the bedroom at the ultimate outrage of feeling the crude man's finger slip inside the most private part of her entire body ... her pussy! Almost at once, he withdrew his lewdly fucking finger from her hotly devouring cunthole.
Thank God! she breathed in silent relief. That's all he's going to do-he's just been teasing my pussy. Yet, deep inside her feverishly churning cunt was a slight suggestion of regret, a vague feeling of emptiness as the finger left her pussy with a lewd sluicing sound.
"Okay, bitch, your pussy's all nice and juicy and ready for my prick!" Nick said, no longer taking any precautions not to be overheard by his girlfriend and her young lover, Byron Kealing. "Go on, get over there by the fire. Lie down on the rug and get your pussy ready for the best fuck of your life, baby."
The inexperienced blonde could scarcely believe her ears. Nick couldn't actually expect her to enter a room where two other people were naked and licking each other's cock and cunt. How could he be so insufferably cruel as to fuck her pussy in the presence of Byron and Bridget-her own fianc‚'s sister!
She shot Nick a glance of mute misery, a plea for mercy, but he only laughed in her face and shoved her into the room so forcefully that she stumbled forward onto her knees. Oh God. How I must look, she moaned dazedly to herself. Her embroidered white blouse had fallen off her shoulders as she tumbled to the carpeted floor, her huge, ripe young tits swaying beneath her like ripened fruits ready to be picked, and her short blue skirt had ridden up around her slim waist to reveal that her panties were missing.
"Go on!" Nick hissed behind her, overwhelmed with his sadistic power over the voluptuous young girl. "Crawl over to that fire, like I told you. Lie down on the mat and point your naked ass at me."
"Oh, no, no!" Callie whimpered. "I can't do that. Please don't make me."
"Do like I said, or you'll be good and sorry."
Shaking in fearful dread, the nearly naked young blonde did as she was commanded. She didn't dare look toward the bed; surely Byron and Bridget had heard Nick's loud voice above the sound of their wanton moans and grunts. They must be watching as she crept in slave-like subjugation across the dimly lit bedroom toward the fire. In front of the glowing embers, she would be doubly exposed, she thought dully, not daring to glance toward the bed.
"That's a good girl," Nick leered behind the tear-blinded young blonde. "Now kneel down and stick that ass up in the air, 'cause I've got one hell of a treat for it, baby."
Unbidden spasms of strange masochistic pleasure blended with Callie's sincere shame as she arranged her half-naked body in the way Nick had instructed. I'm helpless, utterly helpless! Callie shivered. Oddly enough, the realization of her total subjugation was as exciting as it was fearsome, and without even being told to do so, she spread her legs into an obscene, spread-eagled position.
"That's the way, you sweet little tramp," Nick gloated. "Spread those legs. But you gotta get the rest of those clothes off, 'cause I want to see just what you've been giving away to Bridget's brother!"
Callie froze, paralyzed with shame and fear as she heard the unmistakable metallic sound of a zipper being yanked open. Glancing timidly over her shoulder, she saw that Bridget's lust-crazed boyfriend was tugging his pants down over his powerful hips and well-muscled legs. Oh God! He really intended to fuck her pussy right here in the same room with his girlfriend and her young lover.
"I ain't kidding, bitch," Nick growled. "If you won't get naked, I'll tear the fucking clothes off your back."
"No ... please ...", she whimpered.
There was a loud sound of ripping cotton, and the terrorized blonde felt goose bumps break out on her exposed flesh as her remaining protective garments were brutally torn from her.
First to go was her white bra, which was already unfastened and dangling loosely from its shoulder straps. An instant later, her blue skirt was wrenched from her obscenely upraised ass-cheeks. Since the lust-maddened artist hadn't wasted valuable time undoing the hooks and buttons, her second-best piece of clothing was in shreds.
A pang of guilty desolation caused Callie's wantonly positioned body to shudder. Poor Jacques! He's sitting in some bedbug-infested jail cell, and here I have let a total stranger fuck his prick into my mouth, a young boy fuck my ass-hole ... I've let his sister finger-fuck my naked pussy ... and now ... oh God!
But I want it. I want it! I want Nick's huge prick to fuck deep up into my hot little pussy.
As Nick Craven stared down at the voluptuous figure of the naked blonde, an exciting inspiration entered his lust-crazed mind. Christ, I'll bet there's a virgin ass-hole between those lovely white ass-cheeks, he told himself. Jeeees, how come I didn't think of that till now.
Suddenly, with a cry of desire, he dropped to the floor and roughly spread Callie's nakedly trembling thighs as far apart as they would go. Then, with a bestial groan, he buried his head between her widely spread legs and probed his hungry tongue straight into the warmly pulsing hole of her pussy.
"Oh, God ... nooooooo, please. Not that! Oooohh!" Callie whimpered, grinding her body down against the floor in a futile effort to escape the artist's animalistic assault.
"Shut up, you stupid bitch. You'll love it." Callie's body went limp with acute shame, for there was no way to deny his vicious accusation and now he was surely tasting the cunt juices of her unwanted arousal. Her pussy, already lewdly excited by his earlier fingering, was betraying her once again, and she realized it was impossible to fight the shivering wisps of ecstasy which were starting to ripple through her obscenely tingling cunt.
Faster and faster Nick fucked his long skillful tongue into the pink moistness of Callie's ecstatically quivering cunt, every now and then nipping at the trembling pink bud of her clit. As he stepped up his pace, he could tell from her quickened breathing and the involuntary undulations of her sensuously wriggling cunt that she was truly becoming his willing sex-slave.
"You really are a hot little slut, aren't ya?" he gloated, then suddenly pulled his tongue from the tightly clasping walls of her desire-drenched cunt. "C'mon, tell me you want more. Tell me!"
Something snapped inside Callie at the cruel man's challenge, and suddenly nothing at all mattered except the aching emptiness up inside her hotly throbbing pussy. Every cell in her young body was soaring toward a wild cum, and she would die if she didn't achieve fulfillment! What were pride, morality, decency, compared to the burning need inside her nakedly spread cunt?
I'm just a slut, like Nick says! Callie thought, and an excited thrill of lewd masochistic ecstasy at the idea of her own debasement shot through her.
"Yeah!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Yeah, I do want more. I need it. Oh God, lick my pussy ... don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
By now Callie had completely forgotten the presence of Bridget and Byron, who were watching and listening to her obscene surrender with triumphant smiles. Yet even they were a little surprised when Nick's red tongue snaked into the tiny puckered hole of Callie's ass rather than back into her hotly glistening pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh, no. Nooooooo!" Callie howled, cringing as the squirming tongue probed without mercy into her opening. "Oh, God, not in my ass-hole. Don't stick your tongue in my ass-hole!"
A coarse, guttural chuckle burst from Nick's lips. "You said you never wanted me to stop, honey, and I'm not. But don't worry, you'll like it soon enough, you hot little bitch."
How could anyone ever like this? Callie wept. It's sick! But despite her gnawing repulsion, it was mere seconds before out-of-control spasms of unwanted bliss were once again racing through her traitorous young cunt. For a short while she tried to fight her shameless arousal, only to find that nothing, not even conjuring up the face of her faraway boyfriend, Jacques, could stem the rising tidal wave of her passion.
Byron and Bridget had crawled to the end of the bed and were gaping in delighted fascination as the young blonde's smoothly curved ass jerked convulsively and commenced a wanton grinding undulation up against Nick's obscenely fucking tongue. Their plans had worked out better than any of them had ever dared to hope! A lingering worry hovered in the voluptuous French girl's mind, however. Would Nick try to plunge his gargantuan cock into Callie's virginal little ass-hole and hurt her so much that all her newly abandoned inhibitions would return?
A minute later, Bridget's fears were realized as Nick's eager, pussy juice-slickened face pulled away from the girl's obscenely writhing ass-cheeks. He licked his lips, obviously savoring the taste of fresh young cunt juice, then took his hugely pulsing prick in one hand and spread the mewling blonde's whitely trembling ass-cheeks with the other. Positioning his lust-swollen cockhead at her tiny, visibly puckering ass-hole, he made a sudden swift forward movement of his hips, and grunted as he saw the tight little ass-hole stretch ... and then devour the tip of his huge, excitedly throbbing prick.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Callie screamed as unexpected pain shot through her nakedly up-turned ass. "You're killing me! Stop. Stop!"
. Never in her twenty years had the sexually inexperienced young artist felt a pain so intense. It was as though her entire ass-hole was on fire, and every inch of her tortured flesh was pulsing with indescribable agony. Oh God! It serves me right! her dazed mind wailed. I'm being punished for acting like a whore. Even if he kills me, it's what I deserve.
Then, as Nick forced his cruel ass-stretching hardness several more agonizing inches into Callie's uselessly resisting ass-hole, all thought vanished from her mind. Stars swam before her eyes and her body jerked weakly beneath the burgeoning fleshy cudgel driving up into her rectum, and she felt as though she were drowning in a dark sea of pain. But, just as the ravished blonde fell into this state of semi consciousness, a surprising thing happened. Her cock-impaled ass-hole automatically relaxed, allowing more space for the lust-swollen prick, and after a time the blackness before Callie's eyes began to clear and she realized with a start of shock that the pain was no longer unbearable. Instead of feeling as though a red-hot poker were fucking up between her trembling, painfully stretched ass-cheeks, the girl now felt only a not-unpleasant throbbing pressure. Thank God! was her first reaction. I'm not dying after all.
Then, as the first wisps of masochistic pleasure-pain arose deep up in her shamelessly spread loins, relief was replaced by horrified shame. No, no, no! she screamed in silent panic. I can't be feeling like this, not when he has his lewd thing up inside my little ass-hole. It's impossible.
"Feels good, huh?" Nick panted above her. "You like getting it in the ass, honey?"
He knows! Callie despaired. She had never imagined she could feel so filthy and degraded as she did at this moment. It's all over. Oh, I can't fight any more. I'm just a cheap, perverted whore, and he knows it.
"Go on, Callie," Byron called out suddenly from the corner of the room. "Move that ass! Yeah, baby, oh Jesus, Jesus, move that ass of yours all around his prick!" Byron shouted.
"Give it to her, Nick!" Bridget seconded, "Give her your cum in the ass."
When Callie O'Hara felt a lewd thrill of exhibitionistic pleasure instead of the shame and humiliation she ought to have felt, she realized that she'd lost her battle to retain any shred of human decency. Here she was, allowing her boyfriend's sister's lover to fuck her in the most despicable way imaginable, while his girlfriend and a strange young man watched her as though she were performing in a cathouse, and her pussy was feeling so aroused that she could no longer contain her forbidden pleasure!
As Callie began shoving her smoothly curved ass-cheeks back to meet the punishing strokes of his wildly fucking cock, Nick knew she was conquered. Gone forever was the haughty little prude. Now, she was just a hungry cunt like every other woman, begging for any man with a hard cock to still the lustful fires burning in her little sensuously throbbing cunt. He was so excited by his successful breaking down of this voluptuous young blonde that the cum began boiling and churning in his cum-swollen balls.
"You like this, Callie?" he gasped, fucking between her dancing white ass-cheeks harder than ever as his orgasm grew nearer. Crap, he wasn't going to be able to hold back from creaming up her ass much longer, but his triumph would be incomplete unless he heard her screaming for more cock. "C'mon!" he commanded. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like this fantastic prick of mine fucking up your ass!"
Oh, God, I love his prick fucking up my ass, Callie thought excitedly. Her erect little clitoris was being pressed against the floor with each violent stroke of Nick's hugely fucking cock, and she felt the first whispers of a powerful climax building in her wantonly writhing cunt. She had already sunk to such depths of depravity that the once innocent young artist knew she would never be the same again; why not make her downfall complete by screaming out like the vile slut she really was?
"Yeah, I like it. It's goooooodddddd!" she whimpered. The sound of her lewd admission excited her, and she cried out in a louder voice, "Give me your cock! In my ass-I like it ... I love it! Oooooohhhhhhhhh!"
An ear-splitting groan broke from Nick's lips, and then searing floods of white-hot cum were spurting against the walls of her spasming ass passage. Again and again her ravished ass was sprayed with thick jets of boiling cum, filling every inch of her burning channel until it flowed out over her nakedly quivering thighs and ass-cheeks in thin, glistening rivulets.
"Don't stop ... not yet,, . . !" she implored, for the obscene sensation of feeling heated cum fill her hungrily devouring ass-hole brought her own cum closer. "I'm almost there. Almost there ...",
But her pleas of carnal lust were useless. Nick's limp and useless cock slipped with an obscene wet pop from Callie's still achingly yearning body, leaving her writhing on the floor in depraved desire.
"Oh, no ... Oh, God, noooo ...", she mumbled incoherently.
On the bed, Bridget Lamothe and Byron Kealing exchanged a delighted glance of burning lust. With a lascivious chuckle, the naked young musician leapt to the floor and grabbed Callie, turning her over on her back. Within seconds, his hotly throbbing cock was fucking deep up into her wetly welcoming pussy, and it never occurred to Callie O'Hara to protest! After long years of sexual repression, she reacted to her new-found sensuality by becoming virtually insatiable, surprising even her corrupters by her wanton appetite.
Whenever the memory of Jacques pricked at her conscience, she quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. In fact, Callie didn't allow herself to think about much of anything during that long night. She was nothing now but a body with three different openings for tongues, fingers, and beautiful big cocksl