Chapter 5
Joan shuddered a little with sudden fear as Bill Looming's strong arm wound insistently around her narrow waist, pulling her frail, resisting body towards his while he tried to plant a drunken kiss on her cheek.
"Aw, come on, baby," he urged her obscenely. "Why don't cha loosen up? We're all friends here."
Three hours ago, the party had started off very politely with Liza and Joan being presented to the tough, hard-drinking group of construction men, and the young wife had been pleasantly surprised by the abnormally respectful manner in which she was treated. There were about six men in attendance, plus Lynch and Split, and the first hour of the evening had been dedicated to light conversation and heavy drinking. These were tough, two-fisted men, Joan had realized as soon as she had stepped out of the dressing room, the kind of men she had grown up among, but they had behaved themselves remarkably well.. . for a while.
But the rough stuff had started about midnight when one of the men had proclaimed himself an amateur photographer and asked permission to take some shots of the girls with Jack's studio camera. The photographer had talked him into using a simpler thirty-five millimeter model, and the honor of posing for pictures had gone first to Liza. The young brown-haired girl had been talking rather loudly by this point in the evening and staggering slightly as she walked, but otherwise she seemed perfectly delighted to be the center of all this lewd attention. Liza climbed up on a platform and they had started off with a couple of standard snap-shot pictures while she mugged drunkenly at the camera. But with the walls covered with photographs of nude women, it was only a matter of time before someone suggested lasciviously that Liza strip for some more interesting shots.
Joan was moderately shocked but Liza's reaction was limited to a giggle as her fingers reached promptly for the buttons. The men crowded around the platform eagerly and the self-styled photographer had quickly run through a roll of film.
"Hey, about the other girl?" Joan heard someone insisting, and she came out of her own personal fog to see that every eye in the room was now focused on her.
"Hey, great idea!" mumbled Looming as the possibility of seeing Joan naked formed itself in his mind. "Come on, baby, get over there and show us how it's done!"
The crisis was upon her before she had time to decide on a course of action, and Joan looked wildly around the room. This was not fair! Through the haze of cigarette smoke, she was Split's smiling face looking on with amusement. She sent him an appealing look, begging him with her eyes not to subject her to this dire humiliation, but the only response was a brusque gesture with his hand as he motioned her to join Liza under the lights. The young wife saw that she was going to have to go through with it, and she gulped the rest of her drink to steady her nerves as she walked onto the platform.
Momentarily blinded by the lights, the blonde looked helplessly around her, waiting for instructions. Liza, as naked as the day she was born, was taking a swing directly from a whiskey bottle, and did not seem to mind in the slightest being totally undressed in a roomful of complete strangers.
"This is the gal who's really got a figure on her," Liza drunkenly told the laughing men, sincerely meaning to praise her friend. "Compared to her, I'm practically flat-chested!"
"Well, let's have a look!" decreed Looming, his authoritative voice booming in the back of the crowd. "Come on, Joan we can't see what nature gave you underneath that dress."
Something inside of her froze, and Joan stood motionless for a long moment, staring into the blinding lights, unable to gather up the courage she needed to refuse, and too afraid to do what they demanded of her. After an awkward interval, Liza understood that her friend was suffering from an attack of nerves, and the naked model stood up behind the young married woman, throwing a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Don't worry, honey," she whispered softly. "They aren't going to eat you. It's easy once you get used to it!" Seeing that Joan was still paralzyed, the practical-minded model flashed an understanding smile at the audience and carefully began to undress her friend. Joan closed her eyes, desperately trying to force her mind to work. One thing was very clear. She was under Split's power and all she had to do was displease him seriously and he could wreck her whole life by sending one of those incriminating photographs to her husband. On the other hand...there was no other hand! She was trapped!
It was an exciting scene, and lust seemed to cover the room like a thick smoke. One girl, brown-haired and already unashamedly naked was standing next to the lush blonde beauty like a hand maiden serving a queen. Her fingers moving deftly, she slipped the straps of the top down off of Joan's milky white shoulders, widening the deep crevice between her heavy swollen breasts until first one little golden brown nipple was revealed and then the other. A shudder rippled through Joan's lushly inviting body as she felt herself being stripped gently to the waist. Liza was now standing behind her, working on the zipper which had to be opened before the top could be lowered over her full curving hips. Joan could feel the other girl's nakedly pointed breasts scraping the exposed sensitive skin of her back. The sensation was strangely eortic, and for a moment, the blonde woman wondered if there was not a streak of the lesbian in her somewhere. The thought frightened her, and she shivered involuntarily, hearing the men roar with laughter as her lust-provoking breast quivered back and forth.
"There we go," muttered Liza as she finally managed to unblock the zipper, slipping her dainty hands down into Joan's skirt and easing it gently over her hips and onto the floor. Instinctively, the modest young blonde covered her breasts, feeling humiliated as never before in her life. Even her seduction by Jack Lynch had not been quite this bad, since at least it was done in comparative privacy. But this public display of her warm sensuous body to a roomful of lustful men was frightening.
"Hey, you forgot something, Liza," called Lynch, smiling impishly and pointing to the black lacy panties which still covered the young woman's loins.
"Oh, you boys want everything all at once," Liza pretended to grumble, quickly obeying her instructions by tugging Joan's panties down past her smoothly modelled thighs to the floor.
She was naked now, totally and completely naked, and even the would-be photographer was forced to stop and stare for a moment, his hands sweating with undisguised lust as he gazed at the spectacularly built young woman. Then he remembered his original intention to reproduce some of this desire-arousing beauty on film and began to take pictures, so rapidly that Joan wondered if he was really bothering to focus the camera.
"That's right. Now kneel down," he commanded, trying to behave the way he thought a real professional would under these circumstances. Joan nervously tried to do as she was told, desperately wishing he would finish with this bizarre nonsense. She was keenly aware that the waves of lust being generated by this crowd of strong men were washing over her like some irresistible tide. The embarrassment and shame of being naked like this was slowly wearing off, and beneath it all, she could feel the churning of her own easily aroused passions.
"Good...take your hands off your tits, please...that's good," monologued the amateur photographer, slurring his words a little as he spoke. Joan saw the whiskey bottle being passed around among the men, and her days of tending bar had taught her that a group like this could be dangerous when they had drunk too much. She obeyed his instructions as well as she could, dropping her hands to her sides and even trying to smile a little as she faced the camera. The construction men were clearly getting edgy, and they seemed to be crowding in on her from all sides. Was this all destined to end in a mass rape?
"Come on, Mac, you're getting in the way, goddamn it!" the amateur photographer flared at one of his colleagues who had reached forward from the sidelines and run his fingers lightly over one of Liza's temptingly soft breasts.
"Ah, fuck you, George!" came the angry reply. "What is this photographer bullshit, anyway?"
"Just stay out of the way," the man called George menaced, "or you're going to find five strange knuckles in your mouth! Okay, now Joan, just spread yer legs a little 'cause I wanna get a nice close-up of that sweet little pussy!"
"No!" cried Joan, her emotions taking over. This was too much!
"Open your legs, I said!" roared the photographer, stumbling drunkenly as he took a threatening step towards the terrified girl, the camera waving in one hand. Joan saw a worried look cross Lynch's face, and she knew he was far more concerned about his precious camera than anything which might happen to her.
"Shit, this bastard's wasting our time," muttered another one of the men evilly, stumbling to his feet and blocking George's path. With an angry grunt, he tried to wrestle the camera from the would-be photographer's hands.
Joan had worked in bars long enough to know a fight when she saw one coming and the naked young wife realized that a real brawl was about to take place. These men were driven by lust and alcohol, a mean combination, and in this moment they were capable of anything. It was Lynch who finally set off the spark by leaping into the middle of the fray, his fist balled as he tried in vain to rescue his valuable camera. Suddenly the room exploded into warfare, with most of the men wading into the battle with all they were worth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Liza, a veteran of many such incidents, darting for safety beneath the bar. After a moment's hesitation, the young blonde wife grabbed for her dress and sprinted in the direction of the bedroom. But she forgot to step down as she ran from the platform and fell heavily, knocking the breath from her body as her softly yielding breasts slammed into the floor.
Instantly strong arms went around her waist, and she found herself lifted into the air and carried rapidly into the waiting bedroom on a man's muscular shoulders. Her head was still spinning from her fall, and a second later she heard the door slam shut behind them.
"The boys get a little rough sometimes," said Bill Looming with a smile as he deposited her unceremoniously on the bed. "They'll calm down in a minute or two."
"Oh, thank you," the girl sputtered, overwhelmingly happy to be out of the brawl which she could still hear going on in the studio. "I don't know how to thank...."
"Oh, I reckon I can think of a way to thank me," replied the construction boss, a sinister expression creeping across his hard corrupt face. "Why don't you just crawl over here with those sweet lips of yours and tell me how grateful you are."
With a shock, Joan realized that she had been moved from the frying pan into the fire. She was still stark naked, her dress having been left somewhere behind when she fell, and Looming was in the act of unbuckling his pants and dropping them to the floor as he walked toward her, grinning lewdly. She retreated as far as she could, but the bed was positioned in the corner of the bedroom as she soon found herself boxed in with walls on two sides and the construction boss in front. He was ripping off his shirt as he climbed up on the bed, and the young blonde shuddered as she saw the muscles ripple across his powerful chest.
"Why are you so shy?" he taunted her mockingly. "I ain't asking for anything you haven't done plenty of times before...why an old porno actress like you...."
He was on top of her before his words hit home. What made him think she was any kind of an actress? But there was no time now to ask questions. The burly aggressive man had moved agilely across the springy mattress and dropped his heavy body down on top of hers, pinning her to the bed with one leg on either side of her futilely struggling body. The construction boss must have weighed two hundred pounds, none of it fat, and to show her that he was in a position to hurt her whenever he wanted to, he allowed his full weight to sink down on her stomach, drawing the breath from her body.
"Hey girl, what's all this fighting about?" he inquired scornfully, watching her face grow red from lack of oxygen. "You ain't no virgin, baby, or you wouldn't be here in the first place!"
Too stunned by all that had happened in the last few minutes to be able to reply, Joan stared at him in silence, unable to move. The man was still wearing his undershorts, and she watched, her dismay growing by the minute, as he opened the slit in front and extracted his thick and slowly hardening cock.
"I've had my eyes on those red lips of yours all evening long," he informed her brutally. "Now we're gonna put them to some real practical use."
Joan saw in a moment what he was talking about and an agonized shiver ran quickly through her vulnerably naked body. He wanted her to do to him what the young French girl had been forced to do to the gangster in that horrible movie. He was going to jam that fleshy rod into the virginal sanctuary of her mouth and make her suck him until he came!
"No!" she cried out in horror, realizing that there were some things she could never bring herself to do, no matter how they threatened her. Let them send the pictures to Allen! If she stooped to commit an act of oral sex with a stranger, she could never look herself in the mirror again!
"What do you mean, no?" Looming inquired menacingly, reaching down and running his calloused hand up over one trembling breast until he held the tiny brown nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Honey, no two-bit whore like you says 'no' to Big Bill Looming and gets away with it! How do ya like this?" As he spoke, his fingers twisted until Joan felt that he was going to pull her sensitive, pain-wracked nipple away with his hand.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!! ! " she shrieked, but there was still an enormous racket in the next room, and no one seemed to hear her. "No, please, don't hurt me again," she begged him, knowing as she spoke that it was useless to plead with someone as heartless as this. She was totally defenseless and Looming knew it as well as she. What could she possibly do? Go to the police and have him arrested? Impossible, her picture would be in the morning papers on the front page, and Looming would beat the rap anyway.
Give in? No, that was impossible as well. The man inched his way up on her squirming torso, his hands traveling from her pain-filled breasts to the long blonde hair strewn out behind her on the bedspread. It was useless to say no and she could never bring herself to say yes. The cruelly impatient man was already pressing his thumbs against her trembling lips, his now rigid cock waving just below her chin. Her arms were pinned neatly to the mattress by his legs, and she found that her freedom of movement was extremely limited. She thrashed her head from side to side, but Looming seized her with both hands, his fingers forcing in on both sides so that she was slowly but surely obliged to open her mouth, or bite the insides of her cheeks.
"Now, baby, you're gonna suck that cock and suck it real nice," he informed her heartlessly, flicking his loins forward so that the thick shaft of hard flesh rested on her involuntarily opening lips. "And every time you stop sucking, I'm gonna hurt you baby, so make sure you don't forget." Just as a reminder the construction boss reached behind him, mercilessly tweaking one of her throbbing nipples again...in the unlikely event she had already forgotten what he wanted of her.
Joan stared down in horror at his hotly pulsating penis which was menacing the sanctuary of her mouth, now knowing for sure that there was no escape from this impossible situation. She was going to have to go through with it, like it or not! The man's organ was not particularly long, but the stimulation of tormenting a helpless naked woman was causing his lust-swollen cock-head to expand to an alarming degree. Now he made an impatient little warning movement with his buttocks as his fully erect penis pointed lewdly in her face. Joan's mind rebelled at the thought of allowing her mouth to be used as an unwilling receptable for his depraved sperm, and yet what other alternative was there?
Big Bill Looming was getting angry, and to show his displeasure he pinched the sensitive flesh of her breasts, hurting her deliberately to make her cry out with pain. The moment she opened her mouth to groan, he moved skillfully forward, embedding the pulsating thickness of his cock in her warm wet mouth. One quick thrust, and the deed was done!
Joan gagged as she felt the hot throbbing cock-head sliding wetly up along the smooth moist surface of her tongue towards the back of her mouth. And she could taste it as well! The man was clean, but he was also tremendously excited, and his cock was already secreting tiny pungent droplets of rich seminal fluid which mixed lewdly with the saliva from her throat.
Expertly, Looming began a careful fucking motion in and out of the girl's cruelly stretched young mouth, his hands tightly entwined in her hair to prevent her from turning away from him. From her subjugated position beneath him, Joan could only see the black pubic hair curling in his groin and the thick glistening shaft of his penis whenever it emerged partially from her warmly salivating mouth. Her mind wandered a little as he thrust mercilessly into her face, and she found herself wondering if she would have to do something like this eight more times in order to win back all the negatives which had been taken on the night of her fatal weakness. Would she come back here again after tonight, knowing that she was going to be humiliated in this bizarre inhuman fashion? She did not know and could not decide. It seemed like a poor moment to try and plan her future.
"Hey, the boss is in here!" came a voice from the door. Joan could see nothing but the rise and fall of Looming's stomach, but she heard footsteps cross the room, suddenly conscious of the fact that nearly, her entire body was lying naked and exposed behind Looming's back. She heard the construction boss speak:
"You boys settle your differences? Some people like fighting, but I'm a fucking man myself!"
"Yeah, we see," came another comment as two men circled the bed and Joan snapped her eyes shut, irrationally believing that the humiliation would be less if she could not see the men who were watching her.
"Shit, look at that broad suck, boss! How's it feel?"
Joan suddenly realized that unconsciously she had begun to use her lips, running her tongue wetly around the hot bulbous tip of the man's plunging cock. All right, she decided, the sooner I can get this over with the happier I'll be. If they want me to suck, then by god, I'll suck!
As her determination hardened, the girl's head began to jerk back and forth as she flicked her tongue teasingly into the tiny slit in the head of the man's cock, feeling his bulbous instrument throbbing violently in response. She knew that within minutes, the stimulation would become too much for him and he would spew his vile sperm into the back of her throat, defiling her in a way she would never be able to forget. Once she had let them do this to her, there was no way of turning back! She would be a whore, pure and simple, no better than Liza.
Suddenly she felt a man moving between her neglected legs, and even though she could not see him, she understood clearly what he was up to. His lecherous hands roamed around over her full round breasts, tweaking and twisting the hard brown nipples until she wanted to groan and then darting down between her widespread legs to torment the slowly palpitating flanges of her defenselessly exposed cunt. For a moment, she was not sure whether there was one man playing with her helpless body or two, since she could see virtually nothing and it was difficult to count exactly how many hands were roaming lasciviously over her naked body.
Above her, Bill Looming grunted and muttered one obscenity after another as he watched his wetly glistening cock plunging past the helpless young wife's tightly ovaled lips into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth. Behind his back, fiendish hands were roaming brutally over the succulent softness of her naked flesh, and suddenly a man's lips were demanding entrance to the narrow, hair-lined furrow of her cunt. She tried to tighten her thighs to avoid this new disgrace, but the man had already inserted himself between her legs and was able to control her easily, the wetness of his lips running wildly over the fiat smooth plane of her stomach. In another minute, his hands were busily at work, pressing her thighs even farther apart and opening up her quivering little pussy to the ravages of his tongue. One moist finger strayed even lower between her tightly clenched buttocks, and as his lips made contact with the softly pulsating little bud of her clitoris, the man's outstretched middle finger tested the defenses around her anus.
She wanted to cry out, to beseech him to leave her alone, but it was impossible to make more than a vague moaning sound with Looming's meaty cock buried deeply in her throat. The unseen man nibbled cruelly on the ultra-sensitive flesh of her clitoris and, at the same time, stroked his finger teasingly around her contracted anal ring until he felt her muscles relax for one brief instant. As soon as her defenses were momentarily down, he shoved, sinking his finger into her violated little rectum as far as the first knuckle.
Joan reacted from this humiliatingly unpleasant pain, her whole tortured body jerking forward. At the same moment, Looming chose to fuck into her cock-stretched mouth with an extra deep stroke, and she nearly choked as his thick fleshy shaft slid even farther down towards the back of her mouth. Joan tried to mumble a protest, but her words were jumbled into a meaningless moan as the man's invading finger dug deeper and deeper up into the tightness of her rectum, methodically widening the tormented entrance. In another moment, he was able to shove two fingers in where there had once been barely room for one, and he thrust in and out of her rhythmically, keeping time with Looming's merciless mouthing of her vagina, and a third man's wildly enthusiastic fingering of her quivering young cunt. Joan thought she was sure to faint from this massive attack on all the openings in her completely violated body.
But in another moment, the triply penetrated wife found she had no more time to worry about what the unknown men were doing with their fingers to her helpless loins. Looming's excitedly throbbing cock was getting harder and bigger as he approached his climax, and she could feel his muscular hands tightening in her long blonde hair as his hips began jerking into her face more fiercely, his thick hot penis digging its way farther and farther into her involuntarily sucking mouth. She could feel his climax approaching from a long way off, and knew that the ultimate degradation was about to be forced upon her. He was going to cum in her mouth, and he was holding her head so tightly that it was clear that he meant her to swallow every vile drop of it.
In this moment, she wished desperately for one of Lynch's narcoticized cigarettes. Anything would do to kill the desperation and humiliation in her mind, and she longed for the mind-dulling effects of the marijuana. She was hardly in a position to call for a ten minute smoke break so that she could stone herself into oblivion. It was too late for that now, but she vowed that if she were ever again forced into this kind of sordid degradation, she would never face it clear headed.
But now she had only one option: Get it over with, and she sucked on Looming's cock as if she had been born and raised for this purpose and no other, her cheeks hollowing and puffing alternately as she tried to suck the searing white seed out of his body into hers. The man down between her legs was fingering her poor defenseless cunt into a frenzy of desire, but she tried with all her might to ignore the tiny tingles of sexual excitement swarming through her loins and concentrate on her main task at the moment.
Looming groaned a four-letter word, and thrust his wildly jerking penis one last time into the moist warm depths of the naked young wife's mouth, holding his cock there as it began to spew its hotly pungent streams of semen into the back of her throat. At the same time, he ground his muscular buttocks down into the soft warm flesh of her breasts. The girl groaned miserably but she had no choice other than swallowing the warmly sticky liquid as it gushed into her throat. She clasped her lips even tighter around the man's hotly erupting instrument in her mouth, her tongue working hard as she swiped away gush after gush of the searingly hot fluid which seemed to be coming out of him in never-ending waves. After what seemed to be an eternity, his furiously ejaculating cock gave one last mighty spurt and then started to deflate like a balloon with a tiny pin-prick in it.
Unsure of herself, Joan continued sucking and swallowing until he was clean, gulping and gagging a little as she choked down the last traces of his creamy white cum and left him glistening and limp in her mouth.
"Ah man, that was really something!" she heard the construction man boast to his cronies, gently extracting his exhausted cock from her gleaming lips, a slender thread-like stream of cum still connecting her lips to the tip of his deflated red cock.
"Come on, boss, don't hog it!" begged one of his men, and Joan felt the enormous weight of Looming's body being removed from the softly yielding flesh of her breasts as the man threw himself to one side, allowing the cool air to sweep over her shoulders and arms. Joan lay still, too defeated and exhausted to fight back anymore. Whatever they wanted to do with her now was their business. They had not asked her permission before and they did not need to ask it now. Just do it and get it over with, she begged them mentally. Finish before I start to want it too!
She opened her eyes hesitantly, a little afraid of what she would see. As she had suspected, there were now two men on the bed with her besides Looming, both heavily muscled brutes in their forties. One glance at their lust-inflamed faces and she knew that there was no mercy to be found here. These were tough sensual men who worked on dangerous construction jobs all day long, keeping their positions as foremen because of their physical superiority over the other men, their willingness to take risks, and their sheer animal drive. America had been built by types just like these; men who took what they wanted first and talked about asking permission afterwards. They were going to take her now, anyway they wanted to and there was very little to stop them.
"Where are the other boys?" asked Looming casually as if this were a meeting on a construction site somewhere. "Still fighting?"
"Naw, they kissed and made up." reported the red-haired man who was kneeling between Joan's helplessly spread legs. "Now they're fuckin' the other broad, the one who was hiding under the bar."
"That's a handy location," decided Looming practically. "I'll just nip out there and get us a bottle or two for in here. It looks like we got our night's work cut out for us, eh?"
"Damn right, boss," the red-haired man agreed. "Well, what'll you have, Miss Big-Tits, a little fucking or a little sucking?"
"No...please," Joan whimpered, turning her head to one side so that she would not have to face the impassioned fire in the man's violent eyes. The second man, a tall black-haired giant of a man was undressing casually as if he were in his own bedroom, and he laughed aloud as he witnessed the girl's misery.
"What an actress, Jim!" he called lewdly. "She's pretending she's never been gang-banged before."
"Well, maybe she hasn't" replied the man called Jim thoughtfully. "But there's gotta be a first time for everything, now doesn't there?"
"Yeah, better get started, buddy. Those other guys are gonna be finished with the brown-haired chick in awhile, and I like to take my time when I'm breaking in a new girl. Don't want that mob of jerks breathing down my neck when I start to do my stuff."
The red-haired man was already naked, and he did not seem disposed to wait for an answer from Joan concerning her preferred method of defilement. He smiled at her menacingly and his rough calloused hands began to sweep again over the nakedly sensitive flesh of her body. His cock, already hard and ready, protruded rigidly from his groin as he knelt over the shivering girl, exploring the delicious curves and indentations of her voluptuous young body. As he touched her, Joan realized that she was not going to be able to hold them off much longer as far as her own emotions were concerned. Already she could sense the electric shocks of growing lust starting to shoot erratically around in her cruelly battered body, and each time the man's hard hands swept casually over the tiny neglected nugget of her clitoris, a hotly searing flame seemed to erupt in her quivering cunt. A groan escaped from her lips before she could get her senses together and stop it, and to her eternal disgrace, she found that her lushly curved hips had suddenly developed a mind of their own, grinding and gyrating up off the mattress in an unmistakable motion of hunger and need.
"Wow! This broad is really ready to fuck!" proclaimed the red-haired man, noticing the telltale movements of her over-stimulated body and realizing that she was not quite the abused unwilling victim she was pretending to be. Nor could he see any particular reason for delay and with a sly lecherous grin, he threw his heavy body forward, crushing the wind out of Joan's lungs as he crashed brutally into her, his hips flicking forward at the same time to send his long slender cock shooting up into her moistly waiting cunt.
Joan held her breath, waiting for the pain, and found herself almost disappointed when none came. Instead, she could feel the man's medium-sized instrument fucking its way steadily up inside of her softly clasping tunnel, and apparently encountering very little resistance. The maltreatment she had suffered at the hands of Bill Looming must have excited her more than she cared to admit, for the inside of her hotly throbbing vagina was already moist and well-lubricated. Added to this was the fact that the man was not particularly big, despite the size of the rest of his body. She lay still, trying to control the jerking and quivering of her legs as he pummeled her, ramming his stiffened rod in as deep as it would go into her gently palpitating pussy. At the end of every stroke, his sperm-laden balls slapped into the delicate flesh of her upturned ass, and Joan found herself wrapping her legs tightly around his back in an unconscious effort to force him to pillage even more deeply into her shamelessly aroused body.
The man got the message and did his best, grabbing both of her ass-cheeks getting up on his knees so he could ram into her with all his might.
"Deeper!" she heard herself groaning. "Deeper! Fuck it deeper!"
Immediately her face colored with red as she realized that somehow these vile instructions had escaped from her own mouth, betraying the fact that she was now a willing participant to anything they wanted to do. The red-haired man, however, apparently saw nothing wrong with her suggestion, and did his best to comply. As if to compensate for his physical shortcomings, he plastered his lips against hers, sending his tongue darting into her mouth. The naked young wife sucked at it hungrily, drawing it deep into her mouth while his hard virile cock pistoned into her churning young cunt, arousing a kind of physical hunger which she had never before known in her life. There had been times particularly in bed with Allen when she had felt frustrated and dissatisfied, but the young wife had never known anything quite like this fit of absolute animal lust which was now sweeping over her nakedly tormented body. It was like being possessed by a devil, and somehow she knew that she could never get enough!
"Harder!! ! " she heard herself plead, not knowing where these vile words came from or how she managed to say them before she could stop herself. She was losing control, and losing it fast.. . and there was no way to get it back again! She reached around the man with desperate hands, seizing his pumping buttocks just as he had seized hers and began furiously pulling him into her as if they could somehow make up with energy what he lacked in raw materials.
But the effort came too late. With a loud animal-like groan, his body suddenly stiffened, and his cock jerked wildly two or three times and then exploded. Joan felt his thick plunging instrument suddenly expand within her, then begin spraying his white hot cum into the inner recesses of her frustrated womb. She still was a few minutes away from a climax, and he was far too soon. He had left her behind! She was ready to weep with frustration.
Unwilling to give into the inevitable, she frantically fucked her anguished body up against his, trying to make some use of his slowly deflating tool before it weakened into softness. But the man was no longer interested in playing games, and his cock seemed to wilt like a flower without water, rapidly growing useless.
"Don't worry, baby," he mocked her lewdly. "There's plenty more where that came from. The next guy in line'll take care of you."
The door opened as he removed his body from the bed. Three more men piled into the room, apparently finished with Liza and looking for some new adventure. The big black-haired man had waited patiently for his turn at the voluptuous blonde woman, and he sprang onto the bed to establish his position as next in line before any of the others could stake a claim. To Joan, it was a matter of total indifference who was next as long as there was somebody who could do the job she needed done. The inadequate red-head had succeeded only in rousing her passions to fever pitch and had done little enough to satisfy them. I'm going out of my mind, she sobbed to herself as the next man threw his hard, muscular body on top of hers. I'm turning into a nymphomaniac! There was no denying the fact that she wanted it bad now. She wanted to have a man's cock fucking in and out of her pussy, wanted to feel him explode far up inside her belly, his hot sperm filling the moist recesses of her grossly over-stimulated young body. She had to have it!
The black-haired man levered himself into a push-up position over the anguished young woman, his dark fiery eyes staring down at her as he tried to decide how he would subject this innocent girl to his corrupt lusts. This particular foreman had a way with women, and he got all the routine sex he could handle, but rarely with anything as young and tender as this. An actress, he thought as he gloated over her shamefully aroused figure. Shit, I gotta take advantage of this! Opportunities like this one don't come along every day. Wildly, the man's eyes wandered over her nakedly defenseless body as he ticked off the possibilities in his brain. He could take her in the mouth the way the boss had, or in the cunt the regular way, but he was looking for something special, something which she would remember after a half dozen others had messed around with her . . .
The man's eyes fell on Joan's high mountainous young breasts swaying and quivering as she writhed beneath him on the mattress. The sight excited him and in one perverse instant, he made his choice. He had to have them in some way and he thought he knew how. Moving carefully so as not to disturb the masochistic, submissive mood she was in, he climbed up on her, shuffling his knees on either side of her torso until his buttocks were suspended over her stomach and his long pole-like cock waved back and forth over her breasts. Supporting himself on the enormous muscles in his thighs, the man reached down and took one white tender breast in each strong sinewy hand, squeezing and kneading her warmly yielding flesh until her mouth opened to emit another soul-searching moan of undisguised lust.
"Ah, you really want it, don't you, bitch," he said lasciviously, clearly reading the rampant uncontrolled desire on the young woman's tormented features. "Well you're gonna get it, but not the way you had in mind!"