Chapter 5
"Gimme a crescent wrench," the man called out from beneath the car. His greasy hand reached out and waited, then he called again: "Hey, Jamie, goddammit, gimme that fuckin' wrench!"
Jamie Barth stood a few feet from the old sedan not hearing what the other mechanic had said. Half-asleep on his feet, he leaned against a workbench nodding his foggy head trying to capture a few precious minutes of rest. He had arrived home that morning just in time to change clothes and drive to work. Now standing at the bench, his memories were unclear, but still vivid enough for him to recall the screaming pleadings of Margie Carney as Gary had screwed her, then while he screwed her, then half a dozen other men who had been at the club the night before. Man, she was really somethin', he thought in his half-sleep. Damn near a fuckin' nympho....
"Hey goddammit!" a harsh voice yelled in his eaar. "What the hell's the matter with you today? Too much goddamn pussy last night?"
"W-what?" Jamie asked, groggy from the narcotics of the night before.
The mechanic looked at him and put a greasy hand on his shoulder. "Hey, boy, you really musta tied one on last night. Come on, let's grab a cup of Java and wake you up."
Jamie shook his head and followed Lefty Rich into the stockroom of the Acme garage for a cup of his thick black coffee. The two men had worked together for more than four years, ever since Jamie was released from the Army, but they had never become close friends. Lefty was married and could never join Jamie on his wild nights out because of his wife and two sons. Consequently, they enjoyed only their lewd conversations about women together.
"Here," Lefty said holding out an almost boiling cup of the hot coffee. "See if this'll wake ya up."
Smiling in gratitude, Jamie took the proffered cup and sipped gingerly at the burning liquid. Lefty, at twenty-eight, was only three years older than Jamie, but looked closer to forty than he should. Jamie had talked to him about wild exploits, confiding sometimes to the older man as if he were an older brother. He knew that Lefty envied his freedom and had often passed up chances to join the bachelors on their nights out, even though he was almost willing to risk a divorce for a single night on the town-"If it weren't for my boys...." he often said.
"Tell me about it," Lefty said, eager to know what kind of night had left Jamie so hung over.
"Yeah, tell us about it," another voice came from the doorway. It was Ray Wallace, another of the married mechanics who worked for Acme. "They way you look, you ought to be in a hospital. Your eyes look like they're gonna bleed to death."
"They feel like it, too," Jamie murmured. "You oughta see 'em from the inside."
"OK, OK, cut the bull," Lefty interrupted. "I wanna hear what the hell you did last night to fuck you up so bad."
Taking another sip from the burning coffee cup, Jamie began to tell them about the party the night before. He told his companions that it happened at a house-party, and not at a nightclub, also neglecting to say anything about drugs. After all, they were older guys, he thought often, and wouldn't understand anything about pot.
"Wow," Lefty whispered when Jamie finished telling them about Margie and her uninhibited screwing. "Goddamnn, man, I'd like ta get me some of that stuff."
"Yeah," Ray murmured whistfully. "Me, too."
"Well, shit," Jamie said as if he owned the whole world. "Why didn't ya say so. I can fix you guys up any time you want her."
"Bull!" Lefty sneered, but Ray showed his interest.
"How could you fix it, man," he asked. "You know goddamned well we can't ever get away from the house at night alone. My old lady'd skin my balls if she ever thought I was trying to sneak out without her!"
Jamie looked at both men through his foggy eyes. He knew that if he were to let them have a piece of her sweet young tail, they would think he was damn near some kind of magician. Margie was young, had a beautiful face and was built like a goddamn movie staryeah, those guys'd really dig a pice of her action.
"OK," Jamie said with bravado. "So who says ya gotta do it at night?"
"Sure, man, we'll just pop over to her pad for a quickie during lunch," Lefty said sarcastically, half-angry because he wouldn't be able to try out the young housewife in bed.
"Why not?" Jamie shot back at him. "We'll just take an extra half hour or so. The boss doesn't mind. Her place is about ten minutes from here. We could be there by ten after twelve and back to the shop no later than one thirty. Ol' Jake isn't gonna give us any static for takin' a few extra minutes for lunch. What's he gonna do: fire all of us?"
"Yeah, Lefty," Ray said eagerly, looking at his two friends. "Our old ladies'd never catch us during lunch."
For a moment Lefty Rich looked at the two men in the small room with him. It would be so easy, and Jake'd never fire the three of them at once for bein' late. And besides, it's been so long since I've had any strange pussy, he thought and nodded his head.
"Great," Jamie exclaimed. "Lemme have another cup of coffee, then we'll be ready to go. Man is that homey broad gonna be glad to see us."
Tears streamed over Margie Carney's pale cheeks as she looked at her reflection in the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up. She had arrived home at eight o'clock that morning, staggering through the back door and weaving toward her bedroom. She had tried to sleep, but unlike Jamie, she could recall everything from the night before, and now in the glaring reality of daylight she wallowed in self pity at what she had done.
Whore! she thought over and over again, remembering all the faceless men who had come into the bedroom after Gary had finished with her. It wouldn't have been so bad if they had raped her, but she knew that she had cried out for more each time one of the men finished. They would climb on her, each of them confronting her with new techniques, then climb off after finishing their closing acts leaving her unconscious for a few minutes until a spash of cold water from a greasy glass would awaken her and she would take on the next man, yelling obsceneties at him, bucking and wailing like an animal. Not once had she tried to make them stop! Not once had she protested as another naked man had climbed onto the bed with her! Instead she had succumbed each time to the insatiable desires of her drugged mind and body.
Even after she had arrived in the safety of her apartment the swollen red organ had ached with relentless desire. She had examined it with her trembling fingers, still amazed by its enslavement of her whole being.
It could have been the marajuana and hashish, she thought, but knew that they did nothing more than release the hidden desires that lived in secret pockets of her confused mind.
It seemed so unfair, she thought bitterly. Why hadn't Ben ever aroused her like that? Why did it have to be a gang of depraved strangers who unlocked the sex-starved passions of her youthful slender body? Gary ... he'd been good to her, though, and she didn't think of him as a depraved stranger ... they-they'd shared something last night, though her foggy memory couldn't remember exactly what.
Nothing was right any more. She'd never shared a similar experience with her husband, and now she felt that she couldn't even face him in the daylight. If he ever found out what she'd done with those men ... Oh God! If he ever found out anything that she had done in the last few days. In less than a week she had killed an innocent child with her car, lied to her husband, gone to bed with a skinny black-haired extortionist, then ended up by writhing in a strange bed like an animal with half a dozen men whose faces she never really saw....
Who's to blame, she pleaded to an unnamed spirit. Who's fault is it?
Suddenly her reflection in the chrome toaster became fogged and she jerked her tousled head up to see smoke coming from the top of the small antique appliance. That's all I need, she thought and pulled the burning toast from the toaster. It's after twelve o'clock and I'm trying to fix breakfast when I should be having lunch; and I can't even fix toast any more.
She walked dejectedly to the sink and threw the burnt toast into the garbage disposal when a loud, bang jerked her around and she saw Jamie Barth and two strange men standing in the open doorway.
"You oughta keep that locked," he said pointing at the door. "You never can tell who might try to get in."
Margie stood staring at the three men, then pulled her loose robe tightly to her neck, not wanting them to see any part of her naked body. "W-what do you want?" she stammered finally as they entered like conquering pirates and slammed the door behind them.
"Well, it's after twelve," Jamie leered, "And we thought we'd come over for some lunch."
Margie looked at the other two who nodded in nervous agreement. She knew they must work with Jamie because of their grease-stained hands and aged marks of dirt and oil that soiled their faces. They were both older than Jamie, but he seemed to be the acknowledged leader of the small pack. Why would they come here to eat? she asked herself, afraid to try to answer. Jamie was cruel and vicious and she knew that for the moment she'd better go along with him unless she wanted real trouble. He was still the holder of the tailpipe and her unquestioned master.
"S-sit down," she murmured. "I've got some ham for sandwiches, but that's all."
"Great, baby," he smiled at her. "We'll just sit right down and wait for 'em then."
Margie started to fix the sandwiches while trying to listen to their murmuring conversation at the table. There were hurried whispers and Jamie's unmistakable obscene giggling, but she couldn't understand anything that they said behind her back.
Finally Jamie spoke loud enough for her to hear: "Great little piece of ass, don't ya think, boys?"
The girl gasped at his obscene words. He wouldn't dare try to do anything here in broad daylight. No he couldn't. She'd scream for help and he'd be thrown in jail ... but then so would she. No, he couldn't be planning anything! Please, no! Dear god, no!
"Come 'ere baby," Jamie ordered. "I want the boys to see what you really look like."
Frozen with terror, Margie stood by the counter, not able to obey his command. She knew what he wanted, the horrid cruel man. Why did he try to make things so much worse for her? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
"Get your ass over here," he shouted just loud enough to send a frightening chill up her spine and slowly she obeyed, walking to the table where the three lewdly grinning men sat.
"Hey, Jamie," Lefty said quietly. "If she don't wanna, maybe we oughta leave."
"No sweat," the younger man answered and turned to look at the dissheveled young housewife who stood trembling before them. "Ya see baby," he continued, looking directly at the girl. "We came over for lunch, and we're gonna have you for dessert!"
"Jamie, n-no," she begged, tears flooding her eyes. "Please leave me alone. I can't take any more."
"Sure ya can," he sneered at her and suddenly reached out and grabbed the loosely tied belt of her robe, pulling it free and allowing the front of her robe to open momentarily, exposing the deep cleavage between her full rounded breasts and the soft furry red triangle that blanketed her trembling pubic mound. She grabbed at the robe and pulled the front tightly together, backing away from the table and the depraved Jamie Barth.
Like a pouncing leopard, Jamie jumped up from the table and grabbed the struggling terrified girl and pulled the white robe from her trembling body. She felt a cool rush of air cover her naked skin and tried desperately to conceal the tiny red nipples at the peaks of her firm resiliant breasts, while covering the soft downy triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
"Bitch," Jamie yelled at the terrified girl and slapped her hard on the cheek. "I said we wanted a good look at you, now Goddamnit stand up and drop your fucking hands!"
Sobbing fitfully like a terrified child, Margie slowly stood up straight and removed her covering hands from her quivering white flesh. Tears flowed freely over her flushed cheeks as the two other men whistled at her unblemished beauty standing naked in front of them. Now she knew why Jamie had come. He was going to make a real whore out of her and give her to all his filthy friends! Oh God, what's happening to me, what's happening....
"Pretey goddamned nice, huh?" Jamie said to his two friends, then turned to the trembling, crying girl. "Now fix us some lunch, bitch. Well get to you after we eat."
Frightened and unable to think of a solution, the naked young wife turned her back to the men and continued to make the sandwiches, trying bravely to act as if she still had her clothes on. But the tears stung at her cheeks and forced her to recognize exactly what her horrifying situation really was. There were three men in her kitchen, watching her naked body fixing sandwiches ... three men who would rape her, make love to her against her will, humiliate her more than she could imagine. But worse yet, she knew that the real enemy was the horrible unleashed demon that lay dormant between the protective lips of her trembling vagina. She knew that if they got her into a bed she wouldn't be able to control the passions that erupted from the tiny nerve center. She was a grown woman, a captive in her own home, but more of a slave to her own perverted desire than she was to the men who sat watching her.
Jamie was talking softly to the two men, but they weren't really listening. Instead they watched the jiggling white moons of the girl's buttocks as she shifted her weight uneasily. They were both married men, holding respectable jobs and neither of them had ever had a chance to cheat on his wife. Now they were being given a beautiful, sensuous woman for lunch, to hell with the sandwiches. She was naked and shivering with fright, but her fear only made them want to screw her even more. She would be helpless and vulnerable against the three of them....
"Jamie," Ray asked softly. "Are we gonna have enough time for the three of us to get our turns with her?"
"Our turns! Hell, man," he answered. "We aren't gonna take turns."
"What the hell!" Lefty almost shouted. "You said we were gonna get a piece of her, and now you say we don't get our turn!"
"Cool it, man, just cool it," Jamie told him. "We don't need to take turns 'cause we're all gonna fuck her at the same time."
Across the tiled kitchen Margie gasped at the unexpected proclamation. All three at the same time! That's impossible! But her loins didn't think it was possible as it began its obscene tinglings again deep within the confines of her warm soft vaginal lips.
"Shocked ya, huh?" Jamie asked, a lewd grin on his face. "It's easy. We did it that way to a chick about two months ago and she almost went out of her fuckin' mind.
"Yeah, Jamie, but how?" Red asked, his penis beginning to grow slowly at the obscene thoughts that flashed through his mind.
"First we draw straws to see who gets what part of her, then the rest is easy. All ya do is get one guy to lay down and hold his cock in the air. Then the other two lift the broad onto the cock and set her on it. Got it so far?"
The two married mechanics nodded in agreement, eager to hear the rest of the depraved plan.
"OK, then we push her forward so that while one guy's cock is in her, her ass is up in the air. Then the second guy sticks his big hot dick into the same hole while the third guy pushes him in."
"Jesus," Ray whistled. "Her pussy'd be so tight I'd cum before I ever got in her."
"Well, shit," Jamie replied sharply. "You'll just have to control yourself. There's no sweat after you get both buys in her pussy fuckin' her at the same, their cocks rubbin' together."
"What's the third guy do?" Lefty asked shifting uneasily in his chair and glancing at the trembling, nude figure of the girl across the room.
"He doesn't do nothing at all, except get his rocks blown off by that sweet young cunt's hot sucking mouth."
"Goddamn," Ray gasped. "That's the wildest thing I ever heard of!"
"You better believe it," Jamie told him. "Now everybody get out a coin and we'll flip to see who gets fucked and who gets sucked."
Margie shuddered in terror as she listened to her fate. What makes a man so depraved and sick she thought, tears streaming from her eyes. He was making them do all those awful things to her and she wouldn't be able to do anything but comply, or suffer a broken marriage and a few years in prison. Life's just not woith it! Maybe she'd be better off in jail ... but she knew that was a lie. She needed medical help not prison. Something had to be done about her starved sexual desires, and someone had to stop Jamie ... But who? Ben couldn't ... maybe Gary ... Her confused mind searched frantically for a solution as she sobbed silently over the sandwiches. She'd just have to blot them out of her mind ... she couldn't let them get the best of her no matter what they did. If she kept thinking about it she'd lose her mind.
"What'sa matter, baby," Jamie's cruel voice asked her. "Those big bad tears ain't gonna help you. What you need is some real men to give that hot little pussy of yours the help it needs."
"Yeah, you just leave it to us," Ray chimed in with his gravel voice.
Margie stood in front of them not bothering to try to cover her nakedness. She barely heard Jamie tell her to go to the bedroom, but followed his orders anyway, not really caring what they did to her. There would be a way, somehow to get back at Jamie for all of his horried cruelties, but for now she would just have to do what he told her.
Lefty and Ray were quickly stripping off their sweat soaked clothes while Margie stood by her bed watching them absently. She could see the sinewey muscles of their lean bodies ripple as they each stood on one foot, taking off their stained trousers. Their penis's were limp, but she could see that they were already beginning to grow in anticipation of the horrible rape of her supple young body. Jamie, however, was dressing behind her, and she didn't want to turn to face him, afraid that she might spit at him. Her hatred boiled, but there was nothing she could do to him, not today anyway.
"Twin beds, huh?" Jamie sneered from behind her. "Boy ol' Ben must be a real fuckin' nothin' to have twin beds when he's got a hot piece of ass like you in the house."
Margie trembled at his obscene words and clenched her teeth tightly together in anger. She heard him ask which bed was hers and she pointed to Ben's neatly made bed not wanting them to take her on her husband's bed. But Jamie only laughed when he looked at the rumpled sheets that she had tried to sleep in eariier.
"No, baby, Ben's been gone for too long for you to leave his bed messed up. Now stop fuckin' around and get onto that one!"
Filthy, cruel man, she thought bitterly and sat on Ben's bed. They would leave her nothing ... she had no more pride no more respect. She was going to be raped by three men in her husband's bed and there was no way out for her. She couldn't struggle they'd only hurt her. Oh God, if Ben only knew what was happening in his own bed while he's out hunting for a hit and run driver ... a hit and run driver who was his own faithless, sex-starved wife.
The tears had stopped but a tired sob slipped from her throat as Ray pushed her back onto the mattress, and then placed one hand roughly over the softness of her left breast. She wasn't really frightened; more helpless than anything else, especially helpless against the tingling that was breathing life into her clitoris as it nestled in the warmth of her soft hair-lined vaginal lips. She had no control over the sensuous ripples that would soon come from the swelling organ. There was nothing she could do but feel a terrible shame and humiliation at the excitement rising deep in her belly against her will. Maybe that was the punishment that her God was giving her for having killed the innocent teenager with her car.
Breaking her scrambled thoughts was the sudden touch of rough wet skin against the ivory sleekness of her thighs. She looked up to see Ray's crew cut head bobbing along the long supple flesh, his hands reaching for her knees and spreading them further so that his lips could find their salacious way toward the down covered apex below her navel. Her swelling clitoris was eagerly responding to the lascivious touch of his hard wet tongue along her sensuous legs, but her mind begged not to be overcome by the red swelling bud's demanding passion. She held her head up, watching in disgust as he eagerly ran his tongue to the flowering lips of her vagina, sending shivering ripples of unwanted pleasure through her loins.
Jamie Barth watched, too, with an obscene grin covering his face. He'd arranged the whole thing, a triple fuck! He was proud of his idea and glad that he could punish the girl for rejecting him before. She was now not only his slave, but the sexual subserviant of two other men in the room also. One of them was sliding his fingers through the soft downy pubic hairs that covered her moistening vaginal lips, while the other two watched, their cocks standing at attention, filled with warming blood and a pulsing desire to slide inside the warm confined of her quivering pussy. Jamie felt his massive stiff cock as it reached erection and massaged the now throbbing organ as he watched Ray's head bury itself in the silken red pubic hairs. He could hardly wait ... but he would.
Lefty, his eyes glazed with the rekindled passion that he had lost soon after his marriage, watched Ray's bobbing head sliding up and down through the moist pink slit between the helpless girl's limp thighs. This would be the first woman he had fucked besides his wife ever since he was married, and she was goddamned beautiful. He watched with aroused envy as Ray slowly rubbed his lust-incited tongue along the moistening warm crevice that divided the ruffled pink lips of her fear clenching pussy. Back and forth, slowly, evenly he traced a path through the warming crevice until his tongue touched something that startled him enough to open his glazed eyes. Goddamn, he breathed through his pursed lips as he looked at the warm, jerking ciitoris that throbbed only a few inches from his face. He'd heard about women with excitable like that, but never thought he'd see one. It sat up, hard and stiff just like a man's prick, he thought nervously. His wife didn't have nothin' like that! Christ, it's no wonder this broad gets turned on like Jamie says.
His eyes still open, Ray leaned forward and pursed his lips against the quivering pink clitoris, then sucked it into his mouth, hearing the girl let out an uncontrolled moan of pleasure. Fuck! he thought and began sucking harder at the throbbing bud as her continued whimperngs spurred him to lust-incited frenzy, thrashing his head and rubbing his nose along the flooding pink crevice, never for a moment letting go of the excited pink clitoris. The others all watched excitedly as the girl began to writhe on the bed in an unwilling response to the voracious sucking at her helpless loins. She knew it would happen, she knew it! The tormenting tongue had aroused her sex-starved clitoris and there was no way for her to control it. Somehow, every time another man touched her, it became easier for her to reach the erupting orgasms that she had been denied for so many years. The simple thought of the word, "orgasm" started the contractions in her abdomen and she fought viciously for control. I can't cum, I just can't, she begged her unseen spirit, but the ravenous sucking at her quivering loins was becoming almost too much.
Ray's head rolled back and forth frantically in a burning urge to suck the helpless girl to climax. He felt the soft downy pubic hairs nestling against his cheek massaging his own rough skin with their silken softness and moistening his face with the burning juices that now flowed freely from her soft moistening vagina. Lefty was slowly stroking his massive two inch thick cock while he waatched his partner drive the defenseless girl into a jerking frenzy on her own absent husband's bed. He wondered for a second as he watched her uncontrollable thrashing, if his own wife would react to the same kind of sucking. He'd have to try it tonight when he got home; maybe that would loosen her frigid pussy up. But soon he dismissed his wife from his mind as he watched the obscene perversion on the bed. Lefty had never done anything like this before, though he had thought of it many times, and now that this was the real thing, he didn't know how to react. As he unknowingly stroked his throbbing cock, he looked at Jamie to see him rapidly rubbing his own rigid shaft in a frenzied rhythm with Ray's ravenous sucking mouth, and realized suddenly that he, too, was masturbating. Goddamn, what a bunch of fucking perverts, he thought to himself and chuckled out loud.
Margie, though, couldn't hear his depraved laugh. She felt the rising tide of a quick orgasm pressing for release in the wet, yet untouched confines of her clasping wet vagina. She wanted to stop it, but couldn't unless Ray stopped his obscene tongue in the next few seconds.
For the moment Ray suddenly seemed to be on her side. He was half-crazed with lust as he sucked at the girl, but could sense her coming climax and decided to stop. It was great to eat a girl until she came, but he wanted to see how this hot little cunt would act when two guys fucked her at once. Yeah, By God, he'd wait for that. For a second more, he lapped at the throbbing pink clitoris then lifted his head away from her aching crotch, her aroused moisture trickling off his slack chin.
"Groovy pussy, man," he said aloud and licked his moist lips free of the fiery juice.
"You son of a bitch,'" Jamie shouted at him. "She's burnin' up, ready to cum and you quit on us!"
"Hey, look, baby," Ray warned him. "We're all in this thing together and I just want everybody to get some of her. Besides, I've never screwed a broad with other guys, and I'm not gonna cheat myself out of it!"
Margie listened while they argued, relieved that Ray had stopped his tormenting tongue before it was too late. She breathed heavily and tried to think of something that would take her tortured mind away from the horrid depraved scene taking place here in her husband's bed, but her eyes wouldn't leave the naked bodies of the three arguing men in front of her. They looked so obscenely ridiculous, the three of them naked, their rigid penis's jutting out from their muscled bodies as they argued over why Ray had stopped. Each of them was touching his own throbbing organ with his fingers, stroking softly along the pulsing purlish flesh, unawore that the girl was watching.
While Margie tried to regain her composure, the three men finally reached an agreement and turned their lustful eyes toward the bed.
"OK, Lefty," Jamie said. "Go ahead and lie down, and we'll put that tight little cunt on top of you."
Margie voluntarily got off the bed while Lefty stretched out, then responded submissively as the other two prodded her to get up and straddle Lefty's spread eagled form. Without instructions she started to lower herself over his hard twitching cock, carefully gauging the distance. Jamie's hot sweating hands grasped the subtle curve of her quivering hips and guided her downward, looking underneath her trembling white buttocks to see if she were in the right position. Tears formed in her hate-filled eyes as she crouched over the throbbing shaft, humiliated by her position, and angry that her pulsing clitoris waited so eaagerly for the depraved rape of her body to begin.
As the blunt rubbery head of Lefty's cock settled in the moist pink vaginal opening, he took her hips with his hands, forcing Jamie to let go, and wriggled her buttocks in small lewd circles, embedding the engorged tip half an inch into the warm confines of her soft hair-lined pussy. Jamie and Ray stood back and watched the girl's contorted face as she readied herself for the hateful intrusion. Suddenly she gasped as Lefty pulled her down onto the throbbing shaft and sank its flaming hardness deep into the smooth confines of her wet quivering cunt. She quenched another squeal of pain and bit her lower lip as she felt the pulsing head push against the tiny hardness of her cervix, shooting the remembered shocks of flashing light and pleasure through her loins.
It was no use, she thought bitterly as the tingling from her quivering cuntal walls rippled through her widespread thighs. She was a sexual slave to her own body and would respond like a savage beast to the rock-hard weapon that now completely filled her to the full depths of her being. Sex really had become her obsession, and it was Jamie's fault. He had started her on this terrible, sensual road, and now he watched her, his lewd giggling permeating the room. Ray had almost forced her to climax in front of all of them, and now with Lefty's throbbing penis buried inside her yearning vagina, she knew that no climax would ever be far off for her....
Slowly, unknowingly she began to rock back and forth on the throbbing blood-filled cock in an unconscious effort to sap the strength from her body and throw herself into a helpless state of post-climactic exhaustion. But they weren't ready to let her off so easily, and from behind her back Ray pushed her forward so that her breasts hung loosely downward, jiggling in the humid air as her taut red nipples strained straight out from her full rounded breasts. Lefty's engorged prick strained almost to the breaking point as she bent over, but quickly loosened itself and bent with her twisted body, making itself more comfortable. Leaning forward with the massive throbbing cock inside her stretching wet vagina, she felt a rush of hot air enter the passage and realized that the angle had forced her ravaged wet vaginal to spread even further apart so that now there was room for the second perverted intruder.
She gasped fearfully as she felt the sudden burning sensation of Ray's pulsing cock slide along the insides of her trembling ivory thighs and press against the open moist lips of her vagina. The rubbery thick head probed at the small opening above Lefty's massive prick, pushing for entry into her already-filled cunt. Oh, God, she pleaded silently. Don't let them do it. There isn't room, there just isn't room!
But her silent pleading went unheeded and Ray's long heavy prick pushed forward, forcing her fiery, aching vagina to spread wider until, suddenly, it slid inside the gaping orifice. She was going to be split wide open! It was too much, two men's pricks sunk in one girl's straining vagina; her vagina! They had to stop before they killed her! But as the pain racked her body and she sobbed uncontrollably, the center of all her passion called softly at her tortured confused mind. It didn't really hurt that much, not as much as she imagined. Think of how much better it feels, the soundless voice echoed. Instead of one driving prick inside her hungry waiting pussy there were two, rubbing slightly back and forth against each other, filling every possible crevice and pore of her clasping cuntal walls. Listening to the voice, she involuntarily moved back and forth in the slow rhythm that the two throbbing cocks were setting. One cock drove inward, while the other sucked its way halfway out, then started to return again. It was like being fucked by two different ... but she was! She was being skewered by two different cocks, in one constant obscene motion, sliding along the tormented smooth flesh of her flooding cunt in repturous ecstasy.
She moaned an uncontrolled sigh of passion and opened her tightly clenched eyes to the matted pubic hairs that surrounded the thick base of Jamie's throbbing huge prick only a few inches from her face. This was it, the final assault! Broken images of Janie sucking at the massive organ flashed through her mind and she knew what she must do. Not only Jamie demanded it, but her deep well of lust-maddened desires commanded it. Without any prodding she ovaled her lips to accept the purplish rubbery head and instantly sucked it into her wide open mouth. Now it was complete! Two men were fucking into her ravaged fiery cunt at the same time, while she sucked hhe burning head of the third deranged rapist, bucking her body involuntarily as they skewered her mercilessly. She hated them! She hated Jamie and all iren for what they had done to her, but still she submitted. Still she did every obscene thing that they commanded! There was no refusal to the powerful demands of perverted sex; no refusal to anything that would give her the flood juices of climax!