Chapter 10
When Caballo stepped into the bedroom, their captive was awake. Still totally naked, even to her feet, she was on her way out the back window. One bent leg was on the sill; the other was stretched stiffly beneath, pushing at the floor with an effort that beautifully bulged the calf and tightened her fine ass cheeks into two hard-looking ovals.
Caballo strode across the room, grabbed her by the waist and hair, and jerked her back into the room. She emitted a despairing moan and jerked, kicking with both feet. Backing up a couple of steps, Caballo plumped his big buttocks down onto the rumpled, semen-stained bed-with the naked writhing woman across his knees.
"Bad girl," he said, and proceeded to treat her like one.
Holding her face down across his knees with one hand pressing into the silken skin at the small of her back, he swung his other hand up and brought it forward and down onto her left buttock with a SMACK!
Caballo was big, his arm strong, his blow hard swung, and his hand huge. It completely covered the dimpled hemisphere it slapped. His fingers extended nearly to her hip, while his thumb actually snapped down into the crack dividing the creamy halves of her full butt.
The struck cheek trembled in his grip and she cried out, as much in outrage as in pain.
Staring down at the perfection of those resilient demiglobes of female ass, watching how her naked rump tightened fearfully, he swung another splatting spank-onto the same cheek. Again his strong, capable hand flashed pain down into her left buttock. This time her cry was a moan, barely audible, confined to her throat as she bit down hard on her lip.
But she could not stem the thrashing and squirming of the silken length of her naked body. He felt the softness of her tit when it smacked his calf, the soft dainty hair of her cunt rubbing his thigh. He watched the way her buttocks danced in protest at his ignominious treatment of their soft curves, then tightened up so as to close completely the narrow valley between the hills of white flesh.
He slapped again. And again. He spanked her bouncy bottom fervently, until it tingled throughout the fleshy, provocative curves. But every time he smacked the same tensed, reddening cheek, totally ignoring the snowy right buttock.
He enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching her tighten her sexy ass in anticipation of each new smack, then relax slowly, reluctantly, when it did not come-and then he would strike again.
Tremors of pain shot through her sensational seat. She moaned at his touch and grunted at each hard-swung slap.
Tremors lurched through the liquifying depths of her vagina, too. She was panting, wiggling and wriggling her rounded plump butt around on his lap, scrubbing her bulging mount of Venus against his hairy thighs. Whimpering, sobbing softly, she wondered why he was concentrating all his attention on her left buttock. It was so hot-and its twin was so cool.
But her untouched right cheek was not the twin of the left, now. The burning that pervaded her tormented ass was reflected visibly in the form of livid fingerprints. They seemed almost to glow, spreading and becoming one great red splotch that completely covered the cringing skin of the gentle hillock.
Pain coursed through her in waves of . . . rapture!
She squirmed and her moans and cries became whimpering sighs as she wiggled harder and harder, with a new purposefulness.
Abruptly he left off spanking her. She lay across his legs, still squirming, still rubbing her mounded, sparsely furred pussy against his hairy leg. Tremors rushed up and down her back. She sighed and sobbed and whimpered.
Then he slid his hand down her silky back. Slipping his fingers into her tendrils of blond hair, he tugged. With a gasping moan, she slid backward along his legs until her breasts caught painfully at one thigh. It strained, stretched, popped free, swung down, slapped into his other thigh. Then her knees thumped to the floor. She knelt to his right, facing his right thigh with her soft white tits draped over it.
Her eyes rolled to him.
"Tsk, tsk, little pussy cat," he said, shaking his head. "Why would you want to leave us?"
"Please . . . you've hurt me, shamed me so- you know . . .you know something about me that n-nobody knows . . . please . . . please let me go now. You know I'll never tell who you are, where you are-I couldn't! I couldn't bear to have you tell-about me."
He shrugged. "That you like being treated rough? That you like eating cock and getting it up the ass and riding it like a vaquera?" He smiled. "Nothing there to be ashamed of, Princess! You are a supersexy woman, that's all! Oh-and when you come ... do you ever come!"
She dropped her head. Tears rolled softly down her cheek. Her shoulders slumped.
"Stand up," Caballo ordered. His voice was quiet, but firm and implacable. She dared not disobey or even plead with him. Using his thigh for leverage, she pushed herself to her feet. Her tits jumped and bounced. Her well-spanked left ass cheek smarted fiercely.
He made her stand directly before him, facing him, and told her to put her hands behind her.
"Keep them there," he warned. "Best to grasp your own wrists."
"Wh-what are you going to-oh, no, not my breasts again!"
He smiled, gazing up at her-a very short distance, even with him sitting while she stood. Then he shoved his thumb up her cunt.
"Uh!" she grunted, and her hands leaped around her body toward him. They stopped in midrush. The look in his eyes warned her silently. Biting her lip, leaking glistening tears, breathing hard through her nose so that her nostrils flared, she slipped her hands again behind her back.
His thumb slid out of the deep crack between her soft and resilient vulval folds. "Ah," she gasped, then was forced to gaze at his thumb as he held it up before her face.
It glistened. It was wet. Her teeth sank harder into her lip.
"You see, supersexy little pussy cat?" he said. "Your pussy wells up like a crying eye- but not in sadness! No, a pussy leaks this way in joy, in happiness and eagerness for fucking!" He shook his head. "Oh, how you have fooled and misled the people of Espania, Princess!"
Including my husband, she thought dismally. But that was not the half of it: Oh, how I have fooled MYSELF!
"Keep your hands well behind your back. Open your legs."
She wiggled her feet a little farther apart.
His hand suddenly clutched her plump, springy mount. "Farther! I said open your legs, not wiggle your feet!"
With a sobbing little sigh she parted her thighs for him, giving him a far more intoxicating view of her bulging, swollen-looking vulva. It was bisected by a tight red slit that was beautifully fitted and framed with the dainty pink fullness of her dewy love lips.
Bending forward interestedly, entranced by her pretty cunt, he peeled back the close-seamed labia and smiled at the appearance of the fluted inner folds. They were almost scarlet in the deepness of their blood-engorged excitement.
His thumb was gentle as it wriggled inside her again, while he listened to her sighs and little moans. The well-toned muscles in her thighs tightened and stood out boldly. Her legs quivered and her belly rippled. Her arms quivered, too, with the strain she exerted, clutching her wrists with each hand to keep them behind her.
Then he ground his thumb in, driving it up into her pussy with a squirming and crushing of his palm against the pink-lipped crack.
She whimpered ... and a movement attracted her gaze to the doorway. Edmunto stood there, watching. She averted her eyes quickly.
"Move," Caballo bade her. "Move your hips and your shoulders and bend your knees. Move -ride my thumb! Fuck yourself on my hand, 0 Princess."
With a little moan of humiliation and shame, she began to obey.
The movements of her squirming body fucked her on his thumb as if it were a cock- and indeed it was nearly as big as a normal penis, at that. She closed her eyes. Now she could imagine that it was a cock. She was riding it as she had ridden his, earlier. Riding, riding, fucking, fucking herself, fucking her cunt, fucking her slimy pussy. . . .
She could feel it, deep inside her vaginal well where he worked it in and out of tight liquid hotness. She gasped and panted, pounding and grinding herself onto his thumb cock, fucking her own silk-lined sex hole with swinging gyrations of her hips and up-and-down movements of her jacking knees. Her own movements and the thickness of his thumb up her hungry snatch sent a blaze of fierce hunger through her.
On the ends of her jiggling, jouncing, shimmying breasts, her pink nipples budded, then blossomed into darker-hued flowers. They danced in the air before her.
She groaned loudly when his big thumb popped squishily out of her churning cunt. But then his hands were sliding around her hips, jerking her closer. His fingers slipped back to dimple her buttocks and hold her pussy close to -his face!
Her eyes snapped open and she stared down at the top of his huge head. She could not see his face. It was pressed firmly into the intersection of her thighs, and his forehead was a hard pressure against her belly.
"Ah! Oh-uh! unnnnh-ah, oh, oh, o-o-ohh . . ."
She had never felt anything like it. He was slicking his tongue over the hardened sliver of flesh that peeked coyly out between the tops of her cunt lips. She sighed ecstatically. She moaned and jerked in irresistible lust and response to his marvelous loving mouth. Every supple, sinuous inch of her spectacular body responded to his kissing lips and slickering tongue. Her body jerked and trembled. Her clit swelled up and twitched. Her buttocks flexed against the fingers that dug into them, holding her pressed so firmly against his face. She could actually hear him lapping up the oily cuntal secretions that oozed out to mingle with his saliva. He lapped up every droplet, coasting his tongue over and over her pubic hair and the soft wet lips of her gaping pussy. He slid his tongue down to the very bottom of that fleshy, fat-lipped crack, then licked back up its ever-widening, ever wetter aperture.
She screamed aloud. Her hands rushed out from behind her and ran urgently over her own tits, trying to crush their rubbery flesh as he had. Her tremorous body jerked wildly as he thrust his tongue into the hot red hole, framed by the white, sweating columns of her thighs. Her hands plucked and writhed and squeezed as she played mindlessly with her own breasts and the firm pink mushrooms that tipped the lush masses of white flesh. She grunted and writhed, hunching her flowing cunt into his face.
Beneath his tongue, the pulsing little hard-on of her swollen pink love button throbbed in ardent response to the lust that permeated her body like fire.
"Uh!" she grunted, hunching harder against his face when he let one finger slide down the sweaty crack of her ass and enter her snug little anal mouth.
Continuing to lick and suck her cunt, he pressed his finger farther and farther up her ass. She groaned and shuddered, feeling it slither up her rectum, inch by inch.
Her gaping mouth poured out gasping, tremulous, high-voiced cries. Sweat poured off her. Her fingers sank harshly and deeply into the soft silken flesh of her tits, mauling them now rather than fondling and stroking herself.
He deserted her clit long enough to let his tongue ram into her anxious gap and swing around and around. His finger up her asshole moved about in a similar movement.
Her thirsty cunt seemed afire. She jerked forward, trying to impale it to its liquid deeps on his tongue. It was woefully small. She whimpered, grinding her hips against his head and wishing his tongue were a cock. With her eyes closed and her head back, her hands urgently squeezing her nipples, she did not see Edmunto enter the room, did not see the enormous hard-on that bounced before him. She did not even hear him when he stepped up behind her.
Now Caballo chewed softly on the pulsing lips of her pussy, making her gasp as every muscle twitched and contracted.
"Uh!" She grunted aloud when his finger popped out of the ring of her ass.
"Uh!" She grunted aloud again, as it came back, seeming bigger, now, and making her suppose that he now had his thumb planted up inside her anal hollow.
Except that it kept coming. And kept com- ing, sliding and making her asshole flower and dilate as it came and came up into her, making her whine like an anxious bitch in heat, Cabal- lo's mouth sucking the hot sticky juices out of the slippery cleft of her loins and his thumb pressing farther and farther up her squirming, smarting asshole and her clitoris pulsing, pulsing at the very top of her open cunt And then Edmunto slipped his hands onto her hips from behind, and Caballo let his own hands slide around her, and her pelvis was ground harshly against Caballo's face as Edmunto sank the last inch of his cock up her welcoming asshole.
She knew, then, and she sobbed aloud-but her hands only tightened on her tits. She continued squirming and sighing. It was all far, far too good to run the risk of losing it by crying out or trying to get off the big throbbing chunk of swollen flesh that was now rammed so far up her rectum-a long-sheltered rectum that had been quite virginal only yesterday.
Her nerves seemed afire as Caballo began licking and sucking her nubbly love button again. Her blond-pelted loins moved up and down against his face, squirming.
Behind her, the other man's hunching and plumbing of her anal depths made her quiver and jerk in little spasms. His big livid tool utterly filled the soft, warm sheath of her ass. She moaned with the stinging pain and the glowing pleasure of it.
His pelvis impacted her firm-fleshed buttocks with a loud slap, but his clutching hands kept her from being pounded forward into Caballo, who still sucked away at her throbbing little cock imitator.
Her hands pushed and thrust and pulled and squeezed the sexily soft, plastic pads of her breasts, gripping their hard nipples and seemingly trying to wring them off. Her hips undulated, swung back and forth. As she swung her pelvis forward her clitoris was rammed hard against Caballo's tongue; as she mindlessly jerked it back again, Edmunto's inflamed root snaked into her, probing deep up her ass, and she grunted and jerked forward again.
Her soft body trembled and her mouth oozed little moans. She had never known such glory. She had an asshole full of cock, fucking it like a tight round cunt, and a cunt full of tongue, kissing and tonguing it like a pretty pink mouth, and she felt not like a princess, but like an absolute queen, a magnificently enthroned creature who was the subject of the beautifully ardent attentions of two men!
With that thought, her entire life fell apart around her, shattering like a glass palace that had so long sheltered her as if it were a real one. She began at once to put the pieces together again, but in a different shape. She knew what she was all about. She knew what sex was all about. She knew what being a woman and needing men and being needed by men was all about.
Smiling up at the ceiling, her hair caressing Edmunto's naked chest, she began ramming her body forcefully back and forth. That final flurry of furious pounding of her pelvis against Caballo's face did it.
Once again she came. Groaning and jerking as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, she spent her lusts to the full. It shook her, drained her, left her numb and exhausted. Her knees buckled-and all of a sudden only the big probing bar of Edmunto's cock up her ass kept her on her feet!
Pushing her back a little, forcing Edmunto to take one backward step with her, Caballo rose. He was far too tall and she far too short, even this willowy woman, for him to enter her this way, with both of them standing.
So he bent his knees and guided his hugely swollen cock with one hand while he tweaked open her flowing pussy lips with the other. He peeled one soft labe back and held it there, dark and glistening with the juices of her lust and her satiation, and he straightened his legs.
The long thick ram of his bulgy shaft of cock slid straight up into her orgasm-contracting cunt.
She groaned and her eyes bulged. His outsize organ felt even bigger in her than before, now, with her vaginal passage pressed tight by the presence of the cock in the adjacent channel of her ass.
She stood there weakly, her mouth open and her arms dangling at her sides, held up on her feet only by the tensile strength of two male shafts filling her body's contiguous holes.
Caballo wrapped his arms around her. All the way around her, so that his big hands slid over the narrow hips of the man behind her. Edmunto gasped in surprise and glanced down, suddenly still with his straining prick anchored up her asshole and subjected to even more pressuring friction now, by the other man's cock in her cunt.
Then Caballo straightened his legs. At the same time he allowed himself to fall backward onto the bed. It creaked and groaned as all three bodies toppled onto it.
Claudine's mouth gaped wide, but she could not cry out. She was crushed between them, lying atop Caballo with his huge stem thrust all the way up her vagina, and mashed down onto him by the weight of Edmunto, lying on her back with his stiff penile staff sunk all the way into her asshole.
Caballo could not move to fuck her, nor could she move atop his body. For the time the three of them lay there in that strange pile of flesh, two dark-fleshed men making a sandwich of the lusty white meat of their blond captive. Then Caballo pushed at Edmunto's right hip, at the same time twisting his own body that way.
Hanging onto Claudine, Edmunto slid onto his side. She went with him, gasping, utterly full and stuffed and dilated with cock, both of them in her so far from two different directions that she felt as if it were one huge shaft of red-hot maleness, completely transpiercing her quaking body.
Now she lay between them, and she could breath again. For a time there was a hurtful, exasperating flurry of activity. Then Edmunto was still.
"Caballo-pull out," he said.
"I will not!"
"No, no, my friend-pull out partially. We must slide our cocks in and out of her one at a time, not both together. Pull out to the head of your cock."
"Uhhhhh-nnnngh!" the meat of their sandwich groaned, as Caballo moved his butt forward, pulling six or seven inches of his oversize tool out of her distended pussy. Then she sighed, feeling a considerable relaxation of the terrible pressure. She was still very much- and very pleasantly-aware of the pressure of Caballo's swollen glans between her cloven cunt lips, but now the far deeper presence of the other man's tool in the depths of her rectum was much more welcome.
Edmunto slid his hands up over her tits, making them flop around and rub the other man's chest with their fat tips.
"Now," he said, "push in, while I pull!"
"Ohhh-" she said, on a rising note, fearful .. .
But it was beautiful, and she lay there and grooved on it, the slow slithering slide of Edmunto's bone out of her body's rearward channel, matched in reverse by the pushing back up her marshy cunt of Caballo's big horn. Her "Ohhh" gave way to a pleased "Ahhh."
The two men began fucking her that way, in unison. Edmunto pushed while Caballo pulled and Caballo returning his dork to the febrile embrace of her smoldering pussy while Edmunto eased back along the long hot channel of her ass.
I'll never feel this again, she thought, squirming a little to rub her breasts against the huge man facing her, fucking her cunt. Never -I can just see myself suggesting to David that he bring another man home so I can get it in both directions at once! Lord, we've never -we've never even . . .
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
We've never done anything, she realized in desperation and deep sorrow. He has no idea! Oh, how I want to suck on his dear cock, how I want to feel his darling sweet hands bring heat to my tits! How I want to say things to him . . . talk dirty to him-fuck my cunt, stick your cock up my box, tickle my tonsils with your peter. Let me eat you, fuck my . . . fuck my . . . fuck my asshole!
Edmunto did. He screwed furiously up her ass. His balls banged against the lower curves of the sweet, cringing, squirming cheeks. Then, after grinding his hips against her a moment to probe her intestines with his prick head, he began the long slow withdrawal, while Caballo's enormous tool slid back into the wet, clinging enslavement of her cunt.
Oh, David, she thought, David-where are you? What are you doing? Will I ever see you again?