Chapter 5
'That's it, folks. Final score at the end of the fourth quarter Wisconsin 36 20 . . . " the television announcer's voice drifted off.
Sally watched the camera pan over the thousands of spectators exiting from the stadium in a swirl of autumn browns and oranges. It'd been a perfect late November day crisp, and with a bright blue sky overhead. There was one final shot of a long-haired student hawking golden mums and pennants in the parking lot, then the five o'clock news flashed on.
"Good evening, this is . . . "
Sally turned the sound down on the huge color television, and walked with her beer to the sliding plate-glass windows at the front end of the living room. The entire apartment complex was deserted everyone else had gone to the game. Down below, the gushing fountain in the center plaza sounded louder than normal, without the usual backdrop of music and voices.
Sally had spent the afternoon drinking beer and watching the game by herself. She'd stopped going to Kenny's apartment and Kitty had gone to the game with Dave. Jimmie Ames, the football player had blown her mind by asking her out, but Sally had been forced to turn him down because of her appointment with Chet Briarly.
The young blonde moved into the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went. "Appointment" was all she could call it, she thought. Briarly planned to attend the game and a reunion at his fraternity later with his own private party; he wasn't going to pick her up till two in the morning. Sally understood why the businessman didn't take a young girl like herself along as a date, but that didn't make it any less a drag to spend Homecoming by herself. . . when she could have gone out with the football star.
She packed a skimpy party dress to wear after work, and began strolling toward town. All along the way, the sidewalks were jammed with people who'd left their cars in town and gone on foot to the game. Now they were walking back from the stadium. By the time she reached the Airliner, the sun had set and the marching band was parading down Hilton.
She spotted Bill Larson, standing on the crowded sidewalk in front of his bar, gaping as the head cheerleader's long tanned legs split like bamboo as she did cart-wheels down the center of the street. The girl's panties flashed scarlet before she landed again on her feet.
"Hello," she murmured after the burst of applause.
Larson turned to her with red-rimmed eyes. "Sally, old girl, what are you doing down here."
"I work here."
"Oh, yeah," he followed her into the bar.
Inside the Airliner was more packed than Sally'd ever seen it. A special crew of coed waitresses Bill had hired for the occasion fought their way down the aisles. Every other person swigged liquor from their own flask, polishing off what they hadn't drunk at the game.
There were also more older people than she'd ever seen before in the 'Liner', she thought as Bill stumbled around the counter.
"Some game!" he slapped her hard on the shoulder.
"Hey, watch it," Sally cringed. "Did you go to the stadium?"
"Saw it on TV," he teetered wildly toward her and recovered himself.
"God, my arm's killing me," Sally complained. "I may never use it again."
Bill had turned distractedly away to the bottle-filled counter, and now mixed himself another drink...he'd obviously been drinking all day, maybe even since last night. It didn't really make much difference there were so many people in the bar that there wasn't much hope of serving even half. Might as well take it easy, let those girls he hired work it out. Sally moved to the sink, keeping her distance within the oasis of inactivity behind the counter.
"Here, have a drink," he shoved a glass of whiskey in her face.
"Don't mind if I do. I've been pouring down beer all afternoon."
Except for one or two token attempts at working, Sally spent most of the evening sitting at the bar with Bill. I never did any serious drinking before, she thought. Larson blurred in and out of focus as he waved at the student bartender for their eight round of drinks. He plopped back onto his stool. The second night didn't count...since I didn't know what I was doing. . . and I didn't enjoy it, she thought while she grinned at him.
The bar was staying open later than usual and, about two in the morning, Sally excused herself to change into her party dress. It was the most daring outfit she'd ever owned, backless and mini-skirted, and she'd bought it specially for the occasion. Coming back to the bar, she cleared a path with that blue dress outfit. All the men were falling all over themselves as they caught a glimpse of her large, rounded breasts just barely hidden under the low-cut top.
"Say that's something," Bill laid his hand on her thigh, and she made no effort to push him away, as a wave of excitement tickled over her nerve endings. His hand had been on her leg or around her waist all night, but considering what was in store for her later on, it seemed silly to be prudish.
Sally peered through the hazy light at the clock. She tried not to think too diligently about her date with Briarly...that way life was simple. Now that she'd been with the older man once...it didn't seem so awful, though she still felt incredibly uneasy. She even had to admit to herself that deep down inside, some part of her liked the idea. Then Briarly was crowding his way into the bar.
He was greeted by a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that billowed out the front door when he opened it. He slung both arms around Sally and Bill, and there was the usual small talk among the three while he belted down a quick drink.
"Maybe we ought to move along," he wrapped his arm around the young blonde's hip and squeezed. "There's still a good party going on at the fraternity house."
"Mind if I come along?" Bill asked.
"The more the merrier. Just follow me. There's a taxi waiting in front."
Sally felt a little embarrassed in front of Larson and the cab driver when Chet's wandering hands stroked her breasts and thighs in a proprietary way. She found herself suddenly hoping she didn't look like a hooker as the taxi pulled up in front of the big, three-story house, with its columned front.. .
She could see only a few stragglers standing around and sitting in the big open room at the end of the huge marble-floored foyer though just as they neared the archway, another selection fell into place on the record console in the corner. It was turned up so loud that to Sally's alcohol-blurred eyes, at least the heavy drapes seemed to vibrate in time to the music. There was no bar, just a white-coated waiter scurrying around among the people lounging on the carpet. A big, burly fellow with a mustache leaned against the wall next to the record console. Sally's eyes widened as she recognized Jimmie Ames.
As Sally adjusted to the new situation, she could see that the place was occupied mostly by men. There were about five or six girls in evidence and about twenty men, who, apparently having taken their women home, were intent on dragging out the night as long as possible. Sally felt uncomfortable, she knew every eye was on her as she and Chet and Bill maneuvered their way to the opposite wall.
"Hey, thought there'd be some real action around here," Bill shouted over the music. "What happened to the women?"
Chet leaned over Sally as the record player broke into some loud Dixieland music. "What about Sally here? Doesn't she qualify?"
Bill shrugged.
"You can dance with her...whatever...I don't care." Chet slurred out.
"It must be later than I thought," Bill mused to himself. "Sure was hoping to get laid. Must have all gone home to bed...reckon it's anybody's guess."
Sally looked at the gigantic hulk of a man regarding her half-naked breasts from across the room, and decided she didn't want to even speculate on what Chet had meant. Drinking had changed him a lot. He didn't look like he was in a state to be reasoned with...especially now that he was really paying her so much for Homecoming.
"Anyhow," continued Bill. "I was sure counting on finding me a woman. I started drinking Monday night, I guess it was, and one thing just led to another. Now it looks like I got all charged up for nothing."
"Speaking of women...what happened to Kitty?"
"Oh, she's got a double date," Bill warmed up. "Two guys at once...she really loves it that way. I had to let her take the night off. They're out there fucking at the Clevemore Motel right now."
"How much does she get for that?"
"Oh, she must pull in at least three hundred. Of course, it gets pretty wild...no holds barred. Last year she sucked off two guys at the same time."
"No kidding?"
"Hell, yes. She also takes it up the ass...anywhere...you name it. Well, up the ass is really her specialty."
The conversation stopped with both men pausing to consider it. Sally lowered her eyes, and tried to look nonplussed by the conversation. Kitty never even hinted at anything like that...though from the few times when the redhead had tried to crawl in bed with her, she'd gotten the idea that Kitty was pretty uninhibited.
It gave her a weird feeling...sort of dirty and sluttish...to hear the two men talking so filthily in front of her like that. But at the same time, it excited her. It made her feel like a whore. Well I guess I am a. . . whore. . . kind of," she thought alcoholically.
"You want to sit down?" Chet said.
"Yeah, I was just wondering the same thing," Bill moved his shoulders. "What the fuck are we standing up for?"
They trailed across the room and eased down on a big leather couch.
Sally was glad when the attention returned to her. Bill got up to catch the waiter for her next drink, while Chet nibbled wetly at her spaghetti-thin shoulder strap.
"Puh-lease," Sally giggled as the strap fell onto her arm, revealing most of one plumply breast up to her curving pink nipple. Sally pulled the strap back up quickly.
"What's going on here?" Bill grinned and sat down. He wrapped one arm around her neck and used the other hand to flick the strap down again, gaping at her lushly curving mound, before she readjusted the strap all over again.
He shoved a whiskey and soda in front of her face.
"Mmmmmm," Sally tried to sip while he held the glass. By the time she got it in her own hands, she realized that Chefs fingers were caressing her breast from the other side. She could see some men grinning from across the room, but it felt good and she was too tired to bother to push him away.
"Kitty tried to make it with me," she volunteered.
"Behind every prostitute is a dyke," Bill intoned.
Sally wondered if that included her. "No...I don't think she's queer or anything...if she is, she's certainly awfully interested in men," she giggled. "My bedroom is right across the hall...well, you can't miss it. . . almost every night.. . " Sally gave up trying to explain it.
"Did she try to eat your pussy or what?" Bill said.
"Actually, she didn't get farther than trying to kiss my breasts."
"I used to go with Kitty," Bill leaned over her to confide to Chet who looked pretty wide-eyed. "One time down in Chicago she ate out this chick while I fucked her. Then, of course, I fucked the other one, too."
"Of course," Chet gulped visibly.
Sally was glad when the conversation drifted out of her hands. She didn't feel quite as free discussing sex, as she'd thought when she first opened her big mouth. All the while the two men talked, she could feel Chefs hand on her breast and Bill's inching aimlessly up her thigh.
Involuntarily, she squirmed her buttocks, jolting Bill's hand closer to her pussy mound. She guessed they were making a spectacle of themselves. Across the room, Jimmy Ames made a quick, lewd gesture with his tongue...he couldn't keep his eyes off them, but personally she couldn't care less.
"I'd sure like to get in on some of those things you've been talking about," Chet said and both Sally and Bill laughed.
"Well, you've got Sally. Wonder what she might do for you?" Bill winked, then added to himself . . . "I ain't got nothin'. . . no one. . . and when I wake up I'll be all alone . . . "
"Yes, but for most of these activities...you need more than one person," Chet looked excited and embarrassed...and disappointed all at the same time.
"True," Bill's eyes searched the room, presumably for another woman.
Sally couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief to see that the few other women had gone. She looked intoxicatedly downward her nylon-sheathed legs were parted, her skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her nylons and the triangle of her black bikini panties. She looked dreamily down at a few blonde wisps of her pubic hair escaping exotically from the black elastic leg band, and a bolt of super-charged sexual excitement tingled electrically through her pussy.
"Ooooooh," she shuddered involuntarily.
"What's that?" Bill said and wet his lips as he looked at her. Then, forgetting her, he turned back to Chet. "How'd you like to see her sucking me off?" he suggested.
"Well," Chefs fingers dug harder into her breast. "I never say anything like that...in person."
Sally blurted out: "He's just trying to get even for the time he licked my little pussy." Suddenly, Sally realized that she was talking out loud but no one seemed to notice.
"You mean, she sucks you off while I fuck her?" Chet breathed hoarsely.
"What?" Sally abruptly came to. "You guys are crazy if you think I'd do something like that." They were discussing her like it was a business arrangement...well, it was a business arrangement, she realized...but it didn't include Bill Larson!
"Yeah, that sounds good," Bill flushed over. "I always wanted to get around to...Sally sucking my cock!"
"Hey," Sally choked as, from the other side, Chet Briarly's face lowered toward hers, and his tongue eases passionately into her mouth. At the same time, his hand began massaging her breast more openly and in a reflexive gesture, Sally found herself sucking on his tongue...like it was a small penis.
"That'd be a real turn-on...I'd really appreciate that, Bill," he pulled away, unconsciously pinching Sally's erect little nipple with one hand, looking up.
"I don't know what you guys think you're talking about," Sally murmured . . .
In one of those breaks in time, common to alcoholic intoxication, Sally found herself climbing up the stair to the second floor bedrooms.
Chet walked possessively beside her, while Bill loped along behind.
"Now, which one of these rooms suits you, dear?" the businessman said almost soberly as they came to an opened door at the top of the regally wide staircase. Sally looked at Bill and saw he was pouting. She'd probably insulted him earlier by not being enthused about his idea, but she didn't care. There was a malicious glint in Larson's eye that put her on edge but she refused to be visibly moved by it.
"This looks fine to me," she swept past them into the large half-darkened bedroom.
"Man, what a place!" Bill stood at the door while Chet went into the adjoining bathroom. He watched Sally at the wide gauze-curtained window beside a palatially huge bed. She never looked prettier, he thought...it made his blood boil to think she'd never gone to bed with him...tonight he figured he'd change all that. It'd be more fun with Briarly watching, and knowing that the older WCU alumnus was paying for it.
Sally drew the curtains so that the moonlight shone into the darkened bedroom, and sat down on the bed in front of Larson.
"Well, Bill...I've come a long way, haven't I?"
"I'll say," he stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray on an end table.
"I suppose you think it's all your doing, that you're responsible . . . "
"What? For you becoming a whore?"
"I didn't say that," she said.
"Well, you meant it."
"All right, you axe responsible, in some ways . . . " her voice trailed off.
'The trouble with you is you don't know what you want."
"It isn't you," she said pointedly.
Suddenly, Chet came sprinting out of the bathroom, rubbing his palms excitedly together. "I looked out the window and guess who I saw?"
"Who?" both Sally and Bill said at once.
"Jim Backwater and his wife Charity...class of '39. Man that sweet woman looks as good as she did thirty-four years ago!"
"You mind if we keep them out of this?" Sally laughed.
"It suits me if it pleases you," said Chet, still in an ebullient mood.
She stood up as Bill came over to the bed. "What about him? she pointed at Larson and looked at the older businessman. "Does...he get any?"
"Of course!" Briarly chuckled. "Tonight everybody gets something. You'll make it with both of us!" he added generously.
She turned to Bill, and said with a sarcastic smile: "All right, Bill...you can kiss me if you want to!"
"Wow! Get a load of her," Bill made a face.
"C'mon, Bill. You know I want you."
"How do you want it, honey?" he took Sally in his arms.
"Well," she tried to struggle loose but he held her fast, "You'll just have to wait and find out!"
Voices from outside echoed into the trees and through the closed window; it was almost four in the morning, people were going home, but here it sounded to Sally as though the party was just getting going. Then she felt another body pressing against her side...It was Chet. He was standing beside her now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and kneading her youthfully full breasts beneath her blouse and lacy black brassiere.
"Now, let me have a go at her," Larson said, "You go on behind," he dismissed the businessman with a shrug.
Briarly released his grasp, and Larson pulled Sally into his arms again. She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of an insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tight young belly, was accentuated by Chet's hands that grasped her firmly molded buttocks from behind. He kneaded them in rhythm to Bill's movements; now Larson was slipping his hands inside her blouse and squeezing her lushly swollen breasts.
"You like it when I squeeze your tits, Sally, baby?"
"Ooooooh," she quivered and trembled, the helpless victim of the irresistible sensations soaring through her.
From either the effects of drink or from a combination of her own burning lust and the booze, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see her feverish desire blazing crazily from inside!
"All right, let's get naked, then we'll fuck," she heard Chet's voice.
"Fine with me," Bill said. Now he was running his fingertips across the front of her sheer black brassiere. Her nipples seared with delight as he squeezed her roundly ripened breasts, holding them like two succulent fruits in both hands.
"Yessss, Bill...squeeze my tits like that!" she exclaimed, suddenly shocked at her own voice the voice of a whore, she thought with an obscene little thrill.
Behind her, she could feel Chet tugging down her skirt. The side-zipper gave, then she felt the delicious rush of cotton fabric down her curving young thighs as the cool night air raced over her belly and teased softly at her pussy-lips through her sheer black panties.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned.
"Sally, you take off the panties," Chet groaned from behind.
She squirmed into Larson, and then ran her hands down her own body to the waistline of her black bikini panties. With a slow, teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic waistband. She rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her shapely thighs and long tapering legs to the floor.
She looked down and saw that Bill was getting hard; his burgeoning cock was already straining tightly against his slacks and pressing against her soft little pussy mound. The lewd tension seemed to increase...with each throb of her tightly pressed belly Sally was reminded just how wicked she was!
"Oooooh," she intoned, feeling the excited jerk of their pants-enclosed cocks from in front and behind. She reached down and squeezed Larson's eagerly swelling penis then felt behind herself and jerked on Chet's lust-swollen hardness through his slacks.
"Baby, you've learned a helluva lot since that first night!" Bill groaned back at her.
Sally turned around so both men were standing on either side of her. She could hardly believe her own audacity as her hands seemed to move by themselves to unzip the two men's flies. "I guess...yesss I have!" she sighed as their two rods of desire-hardened flesh lurched nakedly out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiff pulsating cock in either palm.
"Now...into the sack," Larson guided Sally to the huge king-sized bed behind them. She fell to the mattress, striking into the luxuriantly soft bed, then pushed up on her side. Chet lay down behind her; at the same time his hands reached around in front to cup her ripely swelling young breasts. His hands dipped into the cream-white cleavage and began massaging slowly over the enticing mounds while Bill pulled her legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly moistening pussy. Sally rolled over on her back. She reached up for their two penises and worked the two ever-hardening cocks gently between her clasping fingers for several minutes. Their loose foreskins slid up and over the blunt bulbous heads until droplets of obscene male lubricant oozed out of the tiny slits in the centers. She could hardly believe it a heavily throbbing penis in each hand!
Leaving her for barely a minute, Bill and Chet pulled off their shirts and slacks. She stared languorously up at their muscled profiles standing in front of the drawn window curtains and drew in her breath as they jumped down to the mattress on either side of her again. "Godddd!" she moaned as their hands reached out for her, pulling her greedily next to their naked bodies.
Sally whimpered in lewd delight. "Yessss, touch meeee, touch me," her alcohol-dimmed moan echoed back at them as four lust-inspired hands coursed excitedly over her hungering young body.
The voluptuous teenager now lay with her arms loose at her sides, trembling from the devilishly forbidden sensations running through her unprotected young body. As he leaned over her, Chet's thick, blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft wet drops of lubricant in his excitement. It increased her delicious feeling of utter wantonness to a peak she'd never experienced before!
"Mmmmm," Chet's mouth clamped hard on her lips, his tongue filling her open mouth; Sally began swaying with the hard pressure of the older man and Larson, both rocking insistently against her naked body. Both of these men had made her into the whore that she was, and now she'd repay them: she gave each of their hotly throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as their eyes raced over her excitedly trembling young curves. She could feel their bodies straining closer and closer to her nakedness with each passing second. Her hands moved rapidly now over their two jerking cock-shafts sliding in and out of her tight-clasping fingers.
Sally felt a rising tide of passion beginning deep in her spasmodically vibrating belly. Yes...she thought. . . there was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do now...The very defenselessness of her position and the impending ravishment of her turned-on young body brought tiny bursts of fire dancing through her booze-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about what they were about to do to her made hot tingles of excitement pulse through her little pussy while rivulets of warm cuntal moisture came gushing rapidly down between her legs.
Chet began working at her cunt; slowly he insinuated his fingers between her blood-swollen pussy lips to widen and moisten her eagerly waiting passage for the greater entry to come.
"Uuuuugggghhh!" Sally moaned, trembling at the lewd spasms his plunging fingers sent coursing through her vaginal walls.
Bill, on the other side, dropped his head to one tiny erect nipple and began nibbling at it with hungry urgency. Suddenly, he grunted, and pushed Briarly aside, surprising them both with his abruptness.
The younger man placed his hands on the softly flaring curves of her hips and began slithering down her prostrate body. "I'm gonna lick it just like the last time," he said with a sneer.
"Now, Bill," Chet interrupted. "You've already had your chance at that blonde little pussy. It's my turn now."
"Hell, I was here first!"
"I can play rough, too," Chet said angrily. "It's my money tonight.. . "
"But I don't need to pay this college whore a cent!" Larson protested. "If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't even be here tonight!"
A wanton thrill went through Sally's body...they were arguing about which one would lick her feverishly aroused vagina! "You pay for it, just like everyone else does, Bill," she said tauntingly.
Reluctantly, Larson drew his head away from her naked pussy mound. "Go ahead," he said, as the businessman took his place. Sally, sensing what her older lover needed, quickly obliged by parting her legs as far as she could and rotating her hips invitingly.
It took only a moment for Chet to work his hotly aroused body down and position his mouth over the coed's blonde-fringed pussylips. With a quick movement of his thumbs, he pulled the soft, hair-lined lips back to expose her tiny erected clitoris at the top.
"Oh, wow, Chet, honey, you're going to suck and kiss my pussy, aren't you?" she murmured.
Sally grasped her hand once again around Larson's cock. She continued to skin the stiffly erect member while Briarly wormed his tongue slowly up into the warm moistness of her cuntal split. Both of them were enjoying the steady licking movement of his tongue pressing wetly down from her clitoris into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread cuntal opening; finally, his tongue crushed completely through the tight elastic-like ring and plunged deep up into her moist vagina.
"Lick it. . . suck her little pussy," Larson couldn't help exclaiming from beside them.
She could feel Chet's hot tongue slithering up inside her tight pussy walls and filling her cunt with a sense of total lewdness. Never before had the young student experienced such a depraved feeling. In spite of all her recent sexual encounters, this was different! she thought. She was with two men both of whom would actually pay for it! She reveled in the perversely wanton feeling as the older man drew back to nibble teasingly at her clitoris, and then more forcefully plunge his tongue again up into the steaming passage of her vagina.
She lay on her back, her eyes staring unseeingly out at the street lamp pouring faint light through the window. Her hand stroked harder and harder at Bill's fleshy cock, while Briarly's tongue licked maddeningly over her throbbing pussy. A mounting feeling of almost animal-like sensuousness thrilled through her naked young body. It was ecstatic! Heavenly! If only it could go on forever!
"Roll her over. I want to go at her round sweet ass," Bill's voice came hoarsely from beside them where he continued staring down at his companion's mouth working obscenely up and down her flowering cunt.
There was a moment of silence before Chet, satisfied with the exciting way things were going, lifted his head. He grunted back in a dazed voice: "Just a minute...then you can fuck her."
"No, I want to do it up the back."
"What? Bill, you crazy?"
"Get on with it...I told you Kitty takes it up the ass," Larson said. "I got to do it...I just have to!"
"Jesus, you're crazy," the older man drawled, reluctant to remove his mouth from Sally's yearningly hot cunt. "Uh, okay. I'll fuck her up the pussy...you can screw her from behind."
Sally took little note of what the men were saying. She moaned unintelligibly falling into a state of dazed disappointment as she felt Chet's deliciously sucking mouth pull away from her hotly tingling pussy mound. She gave an involuntary little shudder she'd been so close, almost ready to cum!
Then, the meaning of what they'd said struck through her hazy consciousness with full force. It couldn't be true! She'd looked forward to pleasing both men with every trick she'd learned this fall, but this wasn't right! It was inhuman to have Bill's long, thick cock ramming into her rectum at the same time as Chet's penis was thrusting up into her vagina!
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in frightened reaction to the unbelievable thought: they were going to fuck into her from both sides of her naked young body at once! Through her daze, the trembling student felt their hands turn her over and pull her up on her hands and knees. Then, Bill's strong fingers sank into the softly curving flesh of her buttocks and drew apart her milk-white ass-cheeks. Sally tried to keep them clenched together, but she wasn't able to as he applied the full force of his brute-like strength. Her legs fell open and she shivered as another rush of cool air coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice.
Sally could hear the younger man suck in his breath. The tiny puckered ring of her anus was exposed to full view! She flexed tightly at the inner sinews of her rectum in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and prevent the cruel penetration she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened in fear as Larson's outstretched middle finger probed gently at her rubbery anal ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger into her rectum as far as the first knuckle.
"Aaaaagggg!" she groaned as a sharp searing pain shot through her. "No, please, Bill, no!
Stop!"
But the vengeful bartender didn't stop there without giving her a moment to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her anal passage, he shoved his finger steadily deeper as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off the pain. His fingernail caught briefly in the soft flesh lining her tightly resisting rectum, sending a momentary harsher biting pain coursing through her. She groaned and slithered on her elbows on the mattress, making another useless effort to escape.
"Oh no! Please don't! Bill, you're hurting meeee!" she choked hoarsely, wishing Briarly would help her. "Chet...please?"
But there was no response from the older man. She could feel his cock rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh as he watched the bartender preparing her virginal anus for a violent fuck. Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down her cheeks as she fully realized that Bill hadn't been talking idly.
The two men planned to fuck her together! They'd gotten her drunk, and now they were going to screw her mercilessly, both at the same time! Bill and Chet were so intensely involved in that effort that her protests of pain and unwillingness meant nothing to them.
Finally beaten, the sobbing blonde let her buttocks go limp to be used as Larson wished, steeling herself mentally to endure the pain.
"Man, what an ass!" Larson coughed from behind, digging his fingers cruelly into her virginal rectum, widening and expanding it without mercy. He shoved a second finger in alongside the first and then both were embedded up in the tight narrow passage between her buttocks, causing her to jerk forward spontaneously.
Suddenly the younger man pulled his fingers out of her nether-tunnel and Sally sighed with momentary relief, allowing Bill to force her legs wide with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions on their cruel faces while they peered at her naked little anus that Bill would violate in the next few minutes. She jerked down onto her stomach at the strange feeling when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips onto her little rectal hole to moisten and lubricate his entry.
"Up! Get up on your knees," Bill Larson commanded, totally confident of his obscene power over her.
The trembling young girl complied without hesitation. Moaning, she jerked her hips back up to a salacious kneeling position, the full white mounds of her buttocks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust high in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly clenched anus puckered in alternating fear and helplessness.
As Bill knelt behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully shaking ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened length of his cock slid searchingly up and down her warm nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the lewd contact. The bartender levered himself up on his arms and pressed slightly forward with his hips for a moment. He was directing his rock-hard penis straight at the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum!
"Ahhhhh!" Sally gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held buttocks.
It was so huge! She could never take his massive penis in her rectum without it ripping her belly in half! But before the fearfully trembling young girl could jerk away, Bill's hands dug into her shoulders, pressing them down hard and flat against the responding mattress. She could feel his muscularly rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probe of his heatedly searching cock at her clenched anus increased.
Searing pain shot through her tight little belly as her vainly resisting rectum gave way before the unyielding pressure of his cock. "Uggggggh! Lorrrrrd!" she groaned as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside.
It was too big...it was just too much!
The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through every fiber of Sally's helplessly kneeling body; she groaned in anguish as he thrust mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his expanding hardness. The young blonde seemed to be in an eternity of excruciating agony and her eyes widened as his pressurizing penis increased the torture till she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly impaled buttocks. The giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching rectum!
Chet Briarly was muttering incoherently from beside the nakedly engaged couple; "For Christ sakes, Bill, turn her over...turn Sally over," he could contain himself no longer.
Sally groaned as Bill's stone-hard cock nudged far up inside her painfully stretched anal passage, skewering her like a sacrificial lamb on a spit. Then his hands moved under her heaving belly and he pulled her up and over him as he rolled onto his back on the wide mattress. The helpless young blonde came to rest with her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his thighs, lying full length on her back, pressed tight against his stomach and massive chest.
At once, the older man fell eagerly onto her helpless young body, , positioning himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. In the next second, he had his achingly impatient penis in his hand. "I'll fuck her now...I'll put it up in her pussy," Chet said. Skinning back his rubbery foreskin, he guided his obscenely bulbous cock-head directly into the clasping opening of her moist warm cunt.
"Nooooo," Sally groaned. "You're hurting meeeee!"
But her protests ended in a surprised gurgle as the excited businessman rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his blood-swollen hardness deep up inside her belly. His penis had joined Larson's rampant cock sunk to the hilt in her anus. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two lust-driven men, the half-drunk teenager could feel their two rock-hard shafts throbbing sympathetically side by side, with only the thin membrane between her vagina and rectum separating them.
And then they began fucking into her, thrusting up with long hard lunges that threatened to tear her loins apart. Falling into a mutual rhythm, they buffeted her helpless body between them as though she were a rag doll. She tried to tear herself from between them, but her muffled moans and whimpers merely incited them to smack their bodies against her with greater and greater force.
"Oh, please, please, God...pleeeeaaassseee!" Sally moaned. She could feel tiny ridges of her tender vaginal flesh pulling out with the base of Chet's thickly virile cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge up inside. The same was true of Bill's pulsating cock-shaft thrusting fiercely in and out of her sodomized rectum. "God...God help me!" her voice seemed to echo back at her from the glowing street lamp hanging like a smashed coin outside the window.
And then the impossible happened!
Sally had sunk into a dazed state...then her mind focused on their bodies colliding into her from either side...her voice diminishing to a low mewling whine.
She discovered it didn't hurt when she didn't try to fight the pain, which was slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware there would be no pain...she actually began to enjoy it. It was a strange masochistic joy brought on by the helplessness of her position and the thought of being used abusively by two virile men at once.
Gyrating her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the obscenely skewered adolescent began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly at first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill coursed through her entire body! She lurched uncontrollably backward to meet the rigid up-thrust of Larson's long thick cock plunging into her wide-split anus; then she rotated her hips upward again to receive the length of Chet's lust-heated penis ramming into her hotly begging vagina. Her buttocks began to move in slow seductive circles between the two men's sandwiching loins.
"That's it honey...move your ass like that!" Bill groaned from behind her.
"Ooooooh...what's happening?" she said unbelievingly as her naked young body began to twist and writhe in voluptuous abandon.
"Damn, if it isn't Sally Walker," a new voice full of irony grunted, but none of the three seemed to hear it.
Jimmy Ames, standing in the threshold to the bedroom, gaped down incredulously at the lewd trio he'd wondered why Sally couldn't go out with him on Homecoming, but this finally explained it. Shit! She was fucking both those guys at once! He recalled her mentioning she was a friend of the redheaded waitress at the 'Liner and it had seemed strange. Kitty was a prostitute...any girl associated with her must have the same tendencies, he'd thought. But Sally Walker! That studiously innocent blonde in English class!
He hung at the door, a strange mounting desire shooting like quicksilver through his loins at the sight of the naked teenager sandwiched between the two men; there was nothing he wanted to do more than ram his aching penis up between the lovely young blonde's moist sensuous lips! A sadistic thrill coursed through his lower extremities; great swirls of heat pulsed through his cock's turgid hardness until he could contain himself no longer. "For Christ's sakes...Sally!" his normally deep voice squeaked with amazement as he approached them.
Sally heard him and then sensed a movement above her. Peering over Chet's perspiration-slick shoulder, she saw the football player's husky form coming at them. A shameless flush of embarrassment went through her; of all the people she didn't want to have know about her depraved behavior, it was the star tackle on the WCU football team! She'd been thinking of him as a possible boyfriend! Now, everything was done for her! Her reputation at school would be in ruins within days...she knew Jimmy'd let the word get around to his friends...then it would spread like wildfire. But with a masochistic thrill she decided she just didn't care!
Jimmy's body tensed as he tore off his clothing and tried to get at her; it wasn't hard to see that he wanted to be a part of her humiliating subjugation too!
"Over here, Jimmy. You can put it in my mouth," Sally crooned at the enormous athlete. She wriggled the upper part of her body slightly out from between the two hard-fucking men, putting her cheek on a pillow. Larson and Briarly, doubly excited by having a new participant in the helpless blonde's ravishment, immediately accommodated young Ames.
Jimmy slipped down to the mattress and lay aslant her so that his penis hovered menacingly beside her face. He reached toward her immediately...clamping his hands harshly onto the sides of her head, he twisted his fingers into her long disheveled hair. She sensed Jimmy's excitement, and it made her squirm her hips that much harder between the other two men.
"I...uggghhh!" her words were cut off by the heels of Jimmy's hands digging into her cheeks. He pulled her face downward till her lips brushed over the blunt bulbous head of his cock standing out in full blood-hardened erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was slippery from his excited pre-ejaculate.
"Yessss...let me suck your cock...you'll like doing it while Chet and Bill fuck me, won't you, Jimmy?" she mewled wantonly.
His hands pressed against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart, and the long thick cock sank inward.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled. Oh God, he was going to cum in her mouth, spewing all his boiling sperm into her with hard shooting bursts that she would have to swallow to keep from choking.
More aroused than ever now, she began urgently working her lips in a tightly gripping circle just over his lust-swollen cock-head that plunged impetuously toward her throat. Cock! Prick! His penis tasted deliciously tangy and pungent, and she could tell from its throbbing pulsations that he was about to pump out his warm thick cum into her fervidly sucking mouth at any moment.
The two men below her, excited by the star football player's unanticipated participation, began to increase the force of their own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping pussy and rectum. They lunged into her with deep desperate strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect penis straining her pink sensuous lips to their limit.
To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Sally's face. Jimmy Ames sank his penis into the back of her wetly drawing mouth until his coarse dark pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly against the student-prostitute's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.
Then suddenly as they watched, the husky athlete jerked his cock from Sally's sucking lips and held his penis about two inches away as, with an agonized yelp, he began lewdly spewing his hot thick cum into her greedily gulping mouth in an obscene geyser spray.
"Shit," Ames gasped as the jetting spurts streamed from his ejaculating cock-head like milk from a cow, filling her wide open mouth to the brim.
The young blonde swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the hot male fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down to keep up with his jerking penis crazily jettisoning his young clear white sperm into her face. Jimmy's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of semen and her mouth overflowed. Thin trails of his pearl-colored liquid ran out from the corners of her lips and over the rapidly working muscles of her throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir.
"Aaaaaaggg! Aaaaggghhh! Fuck...SCREW ME! YOU BASTARDS!" Sally coughed and groaned at the mental picture of the handsome young football player obscenely shooting his sperm into her mouth while the others fucked her rectum and pussy.
She was cumming now, too, and wildly writhed out her release on the two expanding cocks cramming into her from in front and behind. "Yeeeeoowww!" she was going out of her mind! The thought of the athlete spewing his impatient white cum juice all over her helpless face while Chet and Bill plunged into her deliriously excited cunt and rectum was just too much!
She just had to cum now! She couldn't hold back any longer!
Bill and the older businessman felt her two passages flowering open around their aching members and gushes of wet feminine liquid flooding out and onto their furiously pistoning cocks.
". . . Fuck her hard," Chet hissed from in front.
"I...AM!" Bill grunted responsively.
They thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused student jerk between them several times. The muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis worked and sucked at the two cocks embedded up inside as though trying to milk them dry.
Sally's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt them plunge deep inside her again; the searing jets of their lust-crazed penises splashed up heatedly into her gratefully cumming belly. Their orgasmic juices jetted deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of abandoned passion that Sally had never known could exist.
The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell out obscenely to the sides on the semen-and sweat-soaked mattress. The satiated teenager lay still, her naked back flat on Bill's chest, Chet's wiry body splayed over her own.
Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted deeply to get her breath, sinking into a half-conscious daze of joy and contentment she had never known before.