Chapter 6
The afternoon sun was streaming through her bedroom windows as Laura slowly returned to reality, her sleep-numbed mind crying out in reluctance. She blinked her eyes cautiously, aware first of a strange soreness in her tender vagina, and with a rush the wild events of the night before flooded her mind in seconds, telling her with brutal impact her world had changed forever. She got numbly out of bed and padded over to the full-length mirror on the closet door, childishly afraid to look at her own image but compelled by the morbid fear that her obscenity showed, like the classic painting of Dorian Grey. She approached the mirror trembling, with timid steps that brought her closer by inches until a deep sigh of relief shook her succulent breasts. But the relief lasted only long enough for a close examination:
She'd changed, drastically.
The difference was almost subtle at first, then stark as Laura swept her luminous green eyes from her face to her lush breasts to her plump, golden thighs. Her breasts were heavier, their dusky tips more gross, almost bloated, she saw with alarm. Her hips too seemed more voluptuous, their soft curves rounder, more seductive, and the tawny skin of her thighs glowed; she stroked her fingertips over the hot flesh, marveling at the vibrant feel, as if some inner dynamo had begun humming and burning in her body, giving her an aura of heavy sensuality. But it was her face that both frightened and thrilled her.
Her lips were far heavier, almost lewd with a suggestion of pouting, and her eyes shone back at her with a fiery light she'd never seen before. She tried staring into them and discovered with a twinge of fear she couldn't, that something fierce and violent had stared her down mockingly. And she became aware with a sudden shock that her fingers were rubbing her golden pussy hair in a lewd caress while she'd tried gazing into her smoldering eyes. Her pulse racing with fear, Laura turned from the mirror and put her robe on, starting for the bathroom. It was four in the afternoon but Virginia's bedroom door was still shut. Laura pressed her ear to the door, her heart thumping wildly as she thought of the thick stack of pictures. Could she slip quietly into her roommate's bedroom and find them while she slept, then frantically pack and flee?
But common sense quickly dispelled the desperate idea. Bob would undoubtedly have them, safely locked away somewhere. Laura went into the bathroom, still trembling from the boldness of the idea, and started drawing a scalding hot bath. While the tub filled, she darted glances at herself in the mirror, wondering if she'd really changed that much or whether it was her imagination, distorted after her wanton orgy the night before. Did she really reek with sexiness now, or did she simply feel differently about herself?
She slipped into the steaming water with a sigh and lay with her eyes closed for a few minutes before soaping herself down. In spite of her brutal introduction to depravity the night before, in spite of the ominous threat hanging over her, regardless of the sudden drastic turn her simple life had taken in the course of one terrifying night, the silky blonde felt an impending sense of tremendous excitement, not just over the forthcoming party-she looked forward to that with deep apprehension-but over some indefinable premonition that tonight, everything would somehow be resolved once and for all. The flash of intuition gave her a sense of assurance, promised her that all the confusing, shattering events that had jolted her thus far would lead to a single goal, like the bewildering pieces of a complex jigsaw puzzle finally locking into place. When she stubbornly tried to analyze the thought-feeling, it slipped deviously away, like a coy, laughing nymph, and left her once more apprehensive and confused.
She lathered soap over her tingling breasts, shivering as her still-jangled nerves retaliated by sparking a faint throb in her loins. She realized with astonishment that she'd never been to a party in her whole life, that tonight would be her first.
It would also be her most unforgettable.
Again, Virginia helped Laura dress and put on her makeup, fussing over the honeyed blonde with the pride of someone who'd discovered a rare jewel and wanted to polish it to a gleaming luster. But unlike last time, Virginia's caressing fingers were bold and hotly probing, cupping and squeezing Laura's succulent breasts as she stood behind her in front of the mirror, deliberately squirming her yearning pussy mound to the girl's sensitive ass-cheeks and tracing delicate patterns on her neck and shoulders with her burning tongue-tip. Helpless after their stormy union the night before, Laura could only moan softly and tremble in the other woman's arms.
"You'll be the belle of the ball," Virginia chuckled in her ear, pressing her palm to Laura's warm soft loins. She'd have the girl primed like a detonating fuse by the time they got to the party, and she would have to be, considering the selection of jaded customers Bob had invited. They would flip over a radiant, luscious find like this and wouldn't quibble about the exorbitant fees she and Bob were charging. Laura looked stunningly desirable in her low-cut dress, her long blonde hair shimmering softly, her green eyes glowing, her high-mounded breasts eminently alluring, her cute buttocks rippling in lewd invitation as she walked across the room for Virginia's inspection.
"Christ, you're turning me on so much, I'm tempted to keep you all to myself," Virginia laughed half-seriously, realizing she'd aroused herself as much as the wild-eyed blonde. Although it was strictly against her policy to make it with anyone at a party except paying customers, already she was wondering if she'd be able to slip into a corner with Laura tonight and finger-fuck her while she gratified herself the same way, her favorite quickie. She sighed, knowing her new recruit wouldn't have a spare moment, not with that lovely face and voluptuous body, and glancing at her watch now, she decided a quickie would be out of the question here, too. She compromised by embracing Laura with a long, torrid kiss, snaking her tongue hotly into the young blonde's sweet mouth in a lewd French kiss, hearing the girl whimper with hunger and feeling her melt like butter in her arms.
"You will give me the pictures back afterwards, won't you, Virginia?" Laura begged anxiously, tearing her lips away.
"Of course, ' angel-pussy," Virginia said solemnly. "I want you to drink with the customers and mix-"
"Customers?" Laura asked quickly, baffled. "I thought it was a party, but sort of a wild one...."
She still hadn't caught on, Virginia realized, but, of course, all that would be taken care of soon enough. Even her own innocence when she'd been broken in by mass rape ten years before hadn't been as devastating as Laura's was going to be tonight.
"Bob's customers," she explained, "public relations clients. Let's get going, honey. It's time for your debut," she added dryly, taking Laura's arm and guiding her toward the door, "and I promise you, you'll treasure the thrilling memory for years to come...."
The moment they set foot in Bob's apartment, up one flight, Laura felt a wave of dizzying relief. She didn't know what to expect and had been braced for the worst, but in a glance she saw the dozen or so people looked perfectly normal, laughing, chatting, holding drinks while jazz boomed from the stereo. It was only nine o'clock, but surely it couldn't degenerate that much in a few hours. Virginia held her arm caressingly as she introduced the uneasy blonde to various people, most of them men in their thirties and forties, very prosperous looking and polite. They looked like lawyers and doctors-one of them was a plastic surgeon, she discovered, and only later did she find out his specialty was elongating and thickening penises-and businessmen, but there were four other girls there besides herself. The men fawned over Laura, but charmingly so that her relief became exhilarating. It seemed like one of those gay social whirls Laura had read about in the San Francisco papers, and she couldn't understand why she'd been so panic-stricken earlier. She sipped her first martini while Virginia left her with the plastic surgeon, half-listening to his polite talk while she studied the other girls curiously.
They were all older than herself, in their early twenties, and to her humility, dressed expensively so that she felt like a hick in her simple, tight-fitting dress. They looked for the most part like secretaries, although one had a coarse face which was offset by a strikingly high-breasted, long-legged body. Everyone seemed to glitter with gaiety, and Laura practically gulped her second martini with relief. She answered the surgeon's polite questions shyly, feeling a little uneasy at the way he kept raking her soft body over with Ins blatantly hungry eyes, but so far no one had touched her or even spoken a vulgar word.
Another, florid-faced man introduced as Phil hovered around her constantly too, and there was something harsh in his face that reminded Laura of Carl Fraser, her rapist the night before. Still, everything seemed normal, even elegant, as people milled around, gulping drinks and laughing.
Then after about an hour, Bob held up his drink in the center of the room, and announced in a loud, exuberant voice:
"Okay, gang-it's ten o'clock: The door is locked, no one else gets in and the latecomers are screwed. You know what that means Swing!"
There was a sudden outburst of comments and a couple of whoops, and with a shock Laura saw one of the girls calmly place her drink on the floor and unzip her dress, quickly slipping out of it to reveal that she was stark naked underneath. The blonde felt a heavy hand squeeze one of her ass-cheeks, and then Phil's coarse face was leering down at her, inches away.
"Take it off, baby," he said thickly. "Kee-rist, I've got to see that ass. I've had a hard-on from the moment I saw you, a whopper that'll make you crawl up the wall with pure happiness!"
"Now just a minute, Phil," the surgeon said firmly, "I saw her first. You bullied your way into that fat-titted brunette last week in the same goddamn way. This time, you get seconds, boy."
Laura blinked her eyes from one to the other, still not comprehending, but her blood began to pound with fear. The hand on her buttocks was cruelly squeezing, as if testing her supple flesh. Glancing around wildly as the two men argued over her, she saw the others undressing, girls and men alike, a milling crush of hairy bodies and softly curved, smooth-skinned ones, hard, pulsing red pricks and curly pubic hair, broad and skinny chests and small breasts and large, pear-shaped mounds. She saw with sickening significance one slender, satiny girl sink to the carpet beneath a naked man, her thighs spreading wide as he buried his mouth ravenously to her tiny pink cunt, the girl's hips rising quickly in the air in a violent jerk as her legs wrapped firmly up around his back.
And the surgeon and Phil continued a running argument as they took their clothes off before her, moving casually. Breathless with panic, Laura looked at the door, wondering if she could run for it in the confusion of obscenity before she remembered the pictures. There was no way out as the men tossed aside their undershorts, and both of them revealed their heavy, blood-hardened erections. The surgeon's cock was a mammoth, throbbing rod that horrified her, even larger than Carl's, its crimson head gorged with blood, Phil's cock shorter but thicker like a stubby, flesh-colored salami. Still Laura hesitated, her mind whirling with liquor, her knees trembling with dread as they discussed her impersonally, like a rump sirloin in a meat market.
"Let's do it this way, then," Phil said, waving his drink, "I'll fuck her dog-fashion to prime her for that monstrous dick of yours first, then you can tear her hot little pussy apart, and if she survives that,-we'll both take her at the same time. In the meantime if you can't find any loose action, she can blow you while I let her have it-provided she doesn't choke on that synthetic battering ram you built up. Howzat?"
The surgeon sighed with resignation, his eyes on Laura's tawny thighs. "You did it again, you bastard. I'll grab that overstuffed chair before anyone else. Bring her over."
"Why in the hell aren't you stripping?" Phil said impatiently to the shivering blonde as the surgeon threaded Ms way through couples fucking and moaning on the floor, stepping over a thrashing pair immersed in a lewd sixty-nine. Laura didn't hear him-she was gaping in horror at the chaotic scene around her, her eyes freezing on the obscene spectacle of a man assaulting the silken round cheeks of the hapless woman beneath him who writhed and shuddered as his rigid prick drove brutally into her helpless anus with relentless animal fervor. There was an air of vibrant lust in the room, an electrifying tension that was heightened by the sounds of moaning and panting, naked bellies slapping furiously and hissed comments of pure unadulterated lust. She spotted Virginia sitting on a man's face while she crouched down and furiously lashed her tongue on the glistening knob of his long thick cock, her hand stroking the blood-engorged rod with rhythmic power. To Laura's widened eyes, appalled at the first ( real orgy she'd ever seen, it was a scene from hell, the death of everything tender and romantic she'd ever secretly cherished.
She felt her wrist being tugged painfully and brought her focus back to the angry face looming over hers.
"Hey, dammit-Strip! Are you drunk or something?"
"No," Laura whispered, wishing desperately she were, and she quickly handed him her empty glass. "I'll undress while you get me a drink."
"Well, hurry," he muttered, and she watched his muscled ass-cheeks weaving through jerking bodies as she reached for her zipper with shaking fingers. But, as she slipped out of her dress and left it on the floor where everyone's clothes lay tossed aside in their impatience, the now-familiar undercurrent of insatiable hunger that had been triggered so powerfully last night rippled through her silken body, flushing her skin and making her cunt begin its hot sucking pulsation. It came with her realization that there was no escape from the men who desired her luscious body and would ravage her anyway, from the shameful knowledge that, deep down, she furiously craved the adventures in torrid sex she'd denied herself so hysterically for more than a year, from the sharp awareness that her glowing, healthy young body demanded its overpayment and much, much more after its year of tortured starvation.
Laura was naked when Phil returned with her drink, and she felt a wave of pride as he paused before her with bulging eyes and pursed lips, his desire-stiffened cock visibly surging as he drank her honeyed curves in.
"Kee-rist," he grunted, "you're all juicy tits and pussy! Here, drink this fast and let's get at it before someone tries to horn in on my luck."
Her fear and shame began rapidly dropping away as she raised the glass to her lips and tossed it down her throat, wincing at the jarring impact of the liquor, her mind beginning to spin as Phil guided her across the room with his hand gripping her plump ass lustfully. They stepped around one couple who'd already finished their first bout, and Laura caught the glazed look of depravity on the girl's face when she gazed up at Laura's curly golden crotch, the look of twisted hunger.
"Come back when you're finished," the man called after her drunkenly, "and we'll both give you the time of your life, Goldilocks."
True to his word, the plastic surgeon sat in an overstuffed chair with a drink, his massive penis hovering out incongruously from his slender build. Phil placed Laura beside the chair, facing it, his fingers hefting her sensuous mounds as he told her, "Just bend over the arm of the chair, baby, with your hot ass spread out and your face in the doctor's lap. Mmmmm, are you gonna get a loving tonight."
Trembling with both fear and an uncontrollable excitement for the unknown, Laura bent over so that her belly was resting over the arm and her buttocks jutting lewdly out behind her. Her breasts dangled voluptuously on the surgeon's outer thigh and she had to place her hands on the opposite arm of the chair for support. Inches from her mouth shone the huge purple knob of the surgeon's grossly swollen penis. She felt her lips tingle and her mouth salivate as she recalled the thrilling rape of her mouth the night before, the burning fleshy feel of a turgid cock stuffing her narrow throat and the final obscene joy of thick sperm spattering down her throat. An instant later she heard a spitting sound, then Phil's hand was rubbing his saliva over her nakedly exposed pussy flesh with rough fingers, and the blonde shivered with fear. Yet the sheer bestiality of the gesture, the knowledge that he was moistening her pussy so she could be fucked from behind like an animal thrilled her in some eerie way. She felt totally helpless, faint with slave-like humility, and the sensation was strangely blissful.
Laura held her breath as Phil's fingers grabbed her soft ass-cheeks and spread them with brutal pressure, and, for one terrifying moment, she thought he was going to actually penetrate her anus. Vaguely, she remembered he'd said they would both take her at the same time, but she didn't quite understand how. But, before she had time to think about it, a sudden burning pressure at the lips of her warmly palpitating pussy made her whimper with eagerness. Then, as the lust-inflamed rod of flesh wormed its way rapidly up into her yielding vagina, spreading her tender walls wide and searing her loins with wild jolts of pleasure, Laura shuddered and slammed her hips back to clasp the thick penis fiercely in her silken cunt, flexing her walls on its hardness with deep lascivious groans of happiness.
"Oooooh, you tight hot pussy!" Phil gasped behind her, stroking her voluptuously flaring hips in his powerful hands. "Mmmmm, I could fuck this all night, oh wow!"
Her lips still poised uncertainly above the surgeon's gigantic shaft, Laura squirmed her bursting cunt gently on Phil's stationary rod, blissful waves of excitement shooting through her loins. Without understanding why, she felt a sudden intense happiness, as if she belonged in this lewd place with its mass of rolling nakedly thrashing bodies and sharp cries of depravity, its wild aura of hot, utterly wanton sex. The inexperienced young blonde felt as if it were perfectly logical and proper to be hunched over the arm of a chair while a complete stranger rammed his lust-bloated cock deep into her tingling pussy and grunted vulgar praise as he fucked her dog fashion while she stared with spine-tingling excitement at the longest thickest cock she'd ever seen, knowing she would soon have to plunge it in her mouth, praying he would shoot his fiery gush of cream quickly into her aching throat.
It was all perfect, every shocking, thrilling detail, all planned by some masterly unseen hand. It was gloriously beautiful in its obscenity and sin, like a paradise she'd never expected to enter, but she felt to the core of her soul she belonged here, and every fierce ounce of resistance she fought it with was wasted, a tiny breath in a hurricane of magnificent lust.
At that moment, Laura shuddered with complete humbleness to her shrouded destiny, bowed with frantic joy to her devious path, and, with a sob of gratitude, opened her lips wide and seized the mammoth penis beneath, almost choking on its unnaturally thick mass in her frenzied hunger. Simultaneously, the hotly throbbing shaft in her clasping pussy slit drew back with delicious friction and began lunging to a rhythmic tempo, stroking in her tight fiery cunt like a boiling piston, sending shudders of rapture racing through Laura's aching loins.
Moaning deeply in her growing abandon, the feverish blonde clutched the trunk of the surgeon's colossal hardness in her hand and began jerking its swollen flesh rapidly, at the same time thrashing her hips backward as Phil's blunt, bulbous cock-head began to batter her cuntal flesh mercilessly, his momentum increasing with his loud groans.
"God, what a-unh-fuck!" he panted, his thumb exploring her rubbery little anus, "Tighter 'n a cherry! Ooooh, that's good!"
The blood sang in Laura's ears as she gloried in the dual sensations of being fucked in the mouth and vagina at the same time. She did like it! Oh God, how she liked it! She slid her lips faster and harder on the lewdly impaling rod in her mouth, deliberately punishing the back of her throat with the surgeon's hard rubbery crown, her free hand fumbling at his hair-covered loins to find his scrotum so she could squeeze his testicles and fire him to a climax between her pinkly ovaled lips. The surgeon had gripped her dangling breasts in his meaty hands and now rubbed and pinched and bounced the tawny flesh in his fingers while Laura tried feverishly to ram his entire swollen member into her mouth with blissfully painful results. And, all the while, her passion soared to delirious heights with her total surrender as she swung her buttocks urgently up and down, then from side to side to vary the pressure of Phil's hard-pumping shaft against her fiery cuntal walls. But even those bursting waves of excitement were unable to cope with her rising lust. She wished it were the surgeon's larger member battering her fiercely tingling cunt instead of her mouth, and the thought prodded her to jerk her ass-cheeks back savagely to grip Phil's quivering rod to the hilt, her pussy-lips grinding against his hairy loins for a moment as she squeezed her slippery walls on his lust-hardened flesh to kindle molten ripples of ecstasy through her thoroughly aroused cunt.
"Hot-damn!" Phil panted beneath the assault of writhing, madly clasping vaginal wetness. "What an animal! Ummm! Baby-you were born to fuck!"
His words acted like a catalyst in Laura's fevered mind, and she felt a blazing moment of truth that flooded her wildly trembling body with freedom and sheer exultation. She wriggled her fiery cunt in a new frenzy on his pistoning cock and, at the same moment, rammed her mouth down with convulsive desire on the surgeon's immense prick and pumped his cum-bloated balls joyously in her hand, rewarded with a violent hot surge of power.
Yes, yes, yes, she sang in her mind, that's it! I was born for exactly this, born to fuck! All my life I ran away from the truth, but now I know, I know!
Her flash of awareness fired an explosive orgasm in her loins and the thrashing moaning blonde tried desperately and futilely at the same time to suck the burning libations from both of the wildly quivering penises that impaled her helpless body as the burning rapture spread from her hotly spewing cuntal depths to sweep over her quaking body in deliciously tormenting currents. Every vivid detail stung her whirling mind at her moment of truth and hundreds of blissful impressions assailed her new consciousness at once-the strong odor of cologne and male perspiration from the loins beneath her face; the harmless and yet wonderfully exciting feel of the doctor's semen-inflated balls cradled in her palm; the sharp, almost excruciating pleasure he inflicted on her swollen breasts and nipples while she tried to devour his impossibly huge cock to the hilt, gagging with lewd joy in the process and the acute, deeply exciting friction in her lewdly skewered cuntal slit as Laura rode her pussy-flesh on Phil's bursting cock with ecstatic fury. She was loving the feel of his soft hairy balls slapping her warmly seeping pussy, and his fingers digging harshly into her shuddering ass-cheeks, her whimpers mingling with their panting male grunts. And her new awareness welcomed the chorus of moans and reveling cries in the crowded, dimly-lit living room, a background symphony of lust that reminded her that new sexual adventures were almost within arm's reach once she'd sated her fiery cunt and lips on her two violators-a thrilling variety of gorged penises and young succulent vaginas she yearned to explore, hairy male loins she could humbly fondle and lick with that wonderful slave-like feeling of faintness and the soft slippery young pussies she could masturbate and tongue-fuck with her new sense of exhilarating wantonness.
Her entire trembling young body by now felt like one raw, electrifying nerve-end that craved any shattering new sensation, painful or thrilling, brutally punishing or deeply gratifying, just so long as it evoked the feeling of sexual aliveness after the rigid tedious years of her dull life.
"Ah, you starving little vixen," the surgeon crooned when Laura drew her lips back to sink her teeth gently into his hammering knob and swirl her tongue around and around its hot-blooded hardness, her hand still imploring his cum with rapid strokes on his massive shaft. The urge to wrench her buttocks from Phil's control and slam her pussy down on the doctor's monstrous cock, to feel it tearing her vaginal walls and battering her cervix, assailed her delirious mind, but, at that moment, a jarrring fresh experience tore through her anal passage as Phil unexpectedly plunged his thumb deep and hard into her unprotected little anus. Laura instantly screamed in her throat and clamped on the harsh invader with her sphincter muscles in an automatic reflex, her cunt muscles contracting in turn. But the painful burning pressure intensified as Phil wriggled the thumb in her tight nether passage and stroked his rod savagely at the same time into her drenched, bliss-torn cunt, the doubled friction almost more than the young blonde could endure.
Now all three sensitive orifices in her body were pierced, and Laura felt joyously helpless, ripples of pleasure and pain jolting through her tawny hot body. Quickly, without even thinking about it or trying to conceal it, Laura jerked her fingers from the surgeon's balls and wedged them between her belly and the arm of the chair, groping in a delirium for her clitoris. She found the sensitively quivering bud with a fingertip and rubbed it urgently to make her soft body throb with a new crescendo of ecstasy, whipping her head from side to side and whimpering around the doctor's long thick penis, her blonde hair dancing on his lap and her sucking cunt and impaled anus lurching in the opposite direction in a lewd counter-momentum.
Just as the searing wave of another blazing orgasm began to rack her body, Phil abruptly tore Iris thumb and penis out of her pussy and anus at the same shattering second. Laura wailed a protest, muffled by the choking hard shaft in her mouth, and she squirmed her buttocks back frantically to probe for Phil's lust-quenching cock, writhing her voluptuous buttocks in a feverish plea.
Then she felt something hot and hard and rubbery pressing against her tiny anus, only a tentative nudge, but she whimpered with relief. Already she'd thrust two of her own fingers deep into her hungering pussy and lunged on that while the rough hands behind her spread her trembling ass-cheeks apart. The throbbing hot pressure on her anus increased only a fraction for a moment, and then an agonizing bolt of fire tore through her buttocks in a sheet of flaming pain so shatteringly intense that her breath was forced from her lungs and her mind staggered in shock.
"Agghhhh!" Phil grunted happily behind her, holding his aching cock steady in her wildly protesting anus while she squirmed in futile anguish. "Oh yeah, it's juicy-Uhhh, hot, hot, what an ass-fuck this is gonna be! Easy, blondie, I haven't even-ahhhh-begun yet...."
Still breathless beneath the fiery pain, Laura jerked her mouth away from the massive cock beneath her and tried to scream as the painfully throbbing mass in her tiny rectal passage shot currents of pure white-hot agony through her buttocks that spread to every jarring nerve in her lush amber body. A feeble sob gurgled from her throat, and, in desperation, she began to claw the surgeon's hard belly with her fingernails, knowing that each spasm of her anus as it contracted in pain only increased the torture, but unable to control her convulsive attempts to escape the bursting invader.
"Hey, take it easy on her, Phil," Laura dimly heard the surgeon say, "she acts like a cherry back there." She .felt her raking hands being firmly grabbed by him, and, in a frenzy to vent her anguish, she slammed her mouth down to his belly and sank her teeth into the flesh, hearing his gasp of pain with only a shred of solace. She felt as if her loins were being ripped in two by a red-hot smoldering poker, but, to her horror, she discovered that punishment was only a prelude. Suddenly, Phil drew back until only his blood-swollen cock-head pulsed in her boiling rectum. And then he pistoned forward with brutal force until his heavy rod of flesh was sunk to the hilt between her helplessly clenching buttocks, exploding new sheets of fire in her tiny anal ring.
For a long stunned moment, Laura's stinging body hovered and shook with her plump ass shuddering against his crotch, and then, blissfully, she fainted.
There was a vast, ornate mirror on Bob's living room wall that most of the party-goers usually neglected, but which Virginia always took advantage of. And, tonight, as soon as she'd paired off with a customer-a beefy real estate man with an adequate, if not spectacular, penis-she pulled a chair over to face the mirror, which went almost to the base board and sat astride her partner's lap. In this position, she was not only in control of the fucking, but could see herself lunging on his cock while she caressed her huge, creamy white breasts with one hand and masturbated her clitoris with the other.
Tonight the sleek brunette swinger was in superb form as she twined her ankles around her grunting customer's waist and slid down on his primed rod with her eager succulent cunt, beginning her strenuous routine with a dazzling series of gyrations, her buttocks rotating in wide circles at first, then switching abruptly to a sharp back-and-forth jerking, then a side-to-side shimmying that left her dazed partner gasping obscene praise in her ear as her burning slit hugged and shuddered and thrilled him. All during her feverish performance, Virginia's glittering eyes never left her own ripe body, loving the way her taut-nippled mounds bounced and swayed in time to her sensuous sex-dance, watching his thick hardness glisten with her cunt-juice as she swallowed it in her depths and then rode up the fleshy trunk, pulling her belly back so she could clearly see herself rubbing her pink gorged clit. She secretly thought she looked like a goddess of lust, especially when her long flowing black hair whipped behind her head and she thrust her milky globes out with pride, riding his hot prick like a saddle of ecstasy.
But tonight, something was severely wrong.
Each time she brought her gasping customer to the point of his climax, which she always sensed from the sudden hardening vibrations h a cock, she quickly slowed her undulating hips down and eased the pressure of her vaginal w; lis to relax him and thus prolong her own pleasure until she felt like surrendering her expert control to glory in her own ultimately wild orgasm.
But tonight the pleasure was feeble, and, :he harder she clasped his thickly quivering member in her slit, the more frantic her clit-strol ing became, the less her own lustful sensations, until her voluptuous, madly jerking body was covered with a sheen of perspiration and her breasts heaved violently. To keep her partner from cumming indefinitely, she used another favorite trick, seizing the base of his rod in a fierce grip between thumb and forefinger to cut off or dull his sensations. And, the harder she strove for thrills, the more elusive they became, until her pleasure receded beneath a furious exertion that was exhausting herself and her protesting customer.
"Let go of my cock," he gasped in her ear, trying to jerk her hand from it as she clung savagely, "Jesus-ooooh!-You're cutting off the circulation baby-Aaaaguhh!-I'm getting gangrene!"
At last she released him and his gushing sperm flooded her violently sucking pussy in seconds, leaving her loins dripping and her blood seething with unexplained frustration. Panting furiously, Virginia dismounted him and quickly got herself a drink of straight gin, tossing it down, then refilling her glass. She brought it back over to the mirror, relieved that her customer had wandered off, her fingers trembling as she raised the glass to her lips again, staring at her sultry image in the mirror.
She felt no more, after the torrid fucking session, than a bitter emptiness and heavy fatigue, as if she'd had a muscle-shattering workout at a gym. The realization dawned in her dark brooding eyes as she watched them smolder back at her, and the image became hazy as her eyes brimmed with tears. It was the first time she'd cried in ten years, the first time a genuine emotion had pierced the icy barrier in her mind, and, for a moment, her self-pity threatened to wash the barrier away completely, until she replaced it with fury.
She'd approached her saturation-point, years too soon. From now on, if she could believe her retired teacher, it would be a downhill journey all the way as she tried every possible perversion to recapture the fading thrills, to chase the nonexistent orgasms.
Shaking with rage, Virginia tossed her drink at the mirror and watched her proud-breasted, long-legged image become distorted like a dream. Then she whirled on her heel and her eyes darted around the room until she spotted one of her girls lolling back on the carpet with a freshly lit cigarette, her pear-shaped mounds panting with fatigue as her limply hung partner turned away from her to sag back on the floor.
Virginia strode rapidly over to the girl and reached down to clutch her wrist. Without a word, she pulled the startled girl up and half-dragged her across the room, over to the mirror. Still seizing her wrist in a savage grip. Virginia sat on the chair and spread her thighs wide, pushing her soaked valley forward.
"Go down on me," Virginia commanded in a brutal voice.
The girl stared at her, frightened by the sudden violence in her employer's face. When she hesitated, Virginia twisted her wrist so fiercely that the young brunette howled, then hurried to kneel between the cream-white thighs, slavishly mewling as she pushed her thrust-out tongue at the pink lips, trembling with fear as she began to lap fervently at the steaming flesh.
"Faster," Virginia hissed, "suck it, dammit! Eat, eat, eat, you little bitch, do it the way I taught you!"
The sniffling girl began to suck furiously at her employer's burning crevice as Virginia gripped the brunette's head in her hands and slammed her face to her hungering pussy with a groan of rage. In the mirror. Virginia saw only two mottled images in the soiled glass, but she knew with a dreadful sinking in her stomach it didn't matter whether she could see herself or not.
She felt a faint tickling in her cunt and nothing more.
When Laura regained consciousness-she'd only fainted for a couple of seconds-she was first aware of the blazing, vividly throbbing pain still shooting through her skewered anus in molten waves, and then she blinked into the surgeon's face, six inches away. He held her head on level with his, grasping her chin in his hand and watching her calmly while he still cupped one of her silky breasts, pulling her dusky nipple gently.
"There, there, my dear," he slurred with a rubbery smile, "you'll be all right. You're simply being violated in the rectum-fucked in the ass, the peasants call it. You'll grow to love it, I assure you."
Laura realized he was drunk, but her lips could only issue soft whining sounds as Phil's blood-engorged rod continued to plow into her narrow nether opening with relentless pressure. She'd never felt such intense pain in her life, far different from the gentle anguish of his thumb and the lascivious, thrilling tingles of Virginia's wet tongue the night before. She tried to keep her ass-cheeks perfectly motionless but it was impossible not to contract her anus each time he drove deep into her burning slot, and simultaneously slapped her buttocks with panting glee.
"Now see here," the surgeon said to Phil while he held Laura's chin and rolled her aching nipple-bud in his deft fingers, "we made a deal, buddy, so you just ease her down onto the floor so I can dally with her juicy little cunt."
"Oh Christ, now you remind me," Phil groaned, pausing in his stroking with half his turgid cock piercing her raging hot rectum. He leaned down over Laura's back to grasp her armpits and she felt herself slowly being lifted upright while he crouched slightly to keep her ass-cheeks tightly skewered. The nerve-racking pressure eased slightly as he held her up by his powerful arms.
"We're gonna go down to a sitting position," Phil rasped in her ear, "so I want you to squat when I squat. I could take it out and put it back in, but oh baby, I don't want to miss a second of your luscious ass-hole."
The suffering blonde felt herself being carried back a few steps and then he was easing both their bodies cautiously down, Laura's legs folding to a squat inside his thighs, the acute agony in her buttocks lessening rapidly as she grew more accustomed to the pokerlike intrusion. Phil thumped down heavily on the floor with a grunt, pulling Laura down on top of him as he lay back with a deep sigh, his hands rushing to clutch her tawny desire-swollen breasts, his prick once more crushing her rectum to the hilt.
"Squirm all you like now, blondie," he chuckled, snaking his tongue in her ear to give a soft thrill of delight in stark contrast to the searing battering ram between her ass-cheeks. The first faint tingle of pleasure began to ease the hot pain as Laura writhed very gently, testing her agony with sobs and discovering that, just as Virginia's hot lashing tongue had brought her sensitive anus a lascivious joy, it might be possible to feel the same lewd rapture once her rectum became familiarized with the gross difference in size. Then she saw the slender surgeon looming high above her, his eyes burning on her parted cunt-lips, his penis more grotesque than ever as it poised obscenely and unnaturally huge against his small frame.
Laura's earlier lust, caused by the wildly thrilling penetration of her eager pussy and greedily sucking mouth at the same time, had been temporarily lost during the excruciating rape of her anus. Now, the prospect of being pierced by that enormous cock sent a shiver of alarm through her, and her tight pussy automatically contracted as if it could prevent such a brutal entry. It was one thing to fantasize about being torn in two while she was madly aroused, but it was quite another to see his glistening mammoth pole hovering in readiness. She dug her heels into the carpet and slid back in a panicky reflex and instantly a soft scream of pain rolled from her lips as the long thick shaft already deep inside her raw asshole throbbed and swelled even larger.
"Ahhh, do that some more," Phil urged, rocking from side to side beneath his tawny trembling girl to intensify her pain. His fingers crushed her satiny breasts together and his tongue lapped coarsely at the smooth white flesh of her shoulder while Laura held her breath and the doctor knelt between both their splayed legs and gently rubbed his fingers on her pulsing cunt-flesh, spreading her juices over the slit liberally, then transferring the wetness to the crown of his gigantic dick.
"Whoever thought the gates of paradise would be so tender and juicy," he chuckled softly. He knelt forward over Laura's helplessly splayed body, easing his weight down on her, and Phil quickly removed his hands from her breasts and slid them down to her plump hips, pummeling the flesh there with lecherous fingers. She stared up at the surgeon's grinning face with wide, apprehensive eyes as he gripped the thick hairy base of his cock in one hand to guide it in. The huge knob rotated against her hot flesh for a few moments, moistening further, sending shudders of panic and yet undeniable sexual hunger racing through the moaning young blonde.
And then, with a gentle thrust of the doctor's pelvis, he wormed the huge bloated head of his cock into her trembling cunt with a long, satisfied groan and a tenderness that surprised and delighted Laura. She sucked in her breath and spread her thighs wider, placing her fingers delicately on his small buttocks. He pulled back an inch and then lunged again, his thick blood-bloated member forcing her slippery cuntal walls savagely aside, this time evoking a sharp cry of torment from the shaking girl.
"Oh my my," he said hoarsely, "this is going to be a magnificent operation, one of my finest, I think. The elasticity of the vagina," he lectured Laura as he leered close to her face, holding still as his pounding hardness gorged and hummed in her violently tingling cunt. "An anatomical marvel, my dear. I could manage to insert a grapefruit in your luscious little pussy and you would ultimately grow to love it. But, oooh, you've got a hot little animal down there, mmmmm...."
"Start fucking her, doc," Phil groaned beneath Laura. "Put the pressure on so she'll swing her ass, will you?"
Instead, the plastic surgeon craned his head down so he could suck on one of Laura's ripe breasts, biting the fat nipple-bud gently to make her groan-with desire. But it was only a thirty-second respite and then he was thrusting his hips again, ramming his immense prick deeper into her throbbing slit, each lunge triggering sharp stabs of both pain and pleasure in her narrow pussy.
By now the intense bursting pressure in the girl's stinging ass-hole had become a dull ache mingled with a peculiar wave of excitement as both burning cocks began to gorge her with shattering fullness, as Laura spread her drawn-up legs even wider and made hissing sounds of lust. Only a thin membrane separated the two hotly pulsing male members, and, with each grind of the doctor's pelvis, she contracted hfcr cunt and anal muscles simultaneously, yielding more of both channels to both men. The burning ripples of bliss were growing wilder as her pain became fused with her pleasure, and then began to fade under the breath-taking power of the surgeon's thickly pumping shaft. Her silken cunt-flesh opened wider and began to suck loudly each time he drew back and her groans of excitement became sharper as his massive hardness created an intensely delicious friction in her walls. Her passion had begun to erupt swiftly and violently once more as the jolting currents in her lust-heated pussy spread quickly to her skewered rectum, until she began to crave more of the tearing, battering fullness in both tunnels and began to rock and grind between the two crushing bodies with feverish eagerness.
"Fuck me," she sobbed, slapping the doctor's ass-cheeks in a growing frenzy, "both of you unnnnh!-Fuck me! God, give me all you've got-aaaaagh!-more of your pricks, MORE, MORE!"
Every inch of her honey-soft body was torn by shattering barbs of fire as the gasping surgeon stroked deeper into her fiery cunt, striving for the hilt while the groaning man beneath Laura jerked his hips up powerfully each time the doctor pulled back, so that the explosive bursting in her pussy and anus made her quiver with frantic excitement. She sank her teeth into the doctor's shoulder to inflict tiny savage bites, her hands darting madly from his sweating buttocks back to Phil's lunging hips, clawing each in turn. Her trapped thrashing body felt like a single mass of raw battered flesh, arching and twisting with ecstatic torture as the dual hammering increased in fury and intensity, all three of them now striving to cum.
"Rip me-in two!" Laura raved, her smooth face contorted like a mask of depraved joy, "Fuck me, fuck me, eeeee!-Tear me up! CAN'T STAND IT! I'M ON-unnnnnnh! FIRE, GOD, LOVE IT, LOVE IT, AAAAAGH!"
"C-cummmiing!" the doctor panted above her, squeezing her swollen breasts fiercely in his hands and ramming his quivering cock with all his might into her wildly hugging cunt. "Oooooh, hot insane-oooof!-glory!"
"Christ, I'm right behind you," Phil groaned, never slowing his wild, panting thrusts up between the blonde girl's whitely bucking ass-cheeks.
Laura swiftly wrapped her legs around his waist and was carried up to meet his exploding rod of flesh by the furious lunges of Phil, who was biting the nape of her neck and groaning obscenely behind her as her boiling rectum squirmed convulsively on his lust-thickened erection.
"Yes-yes, yes, God, God, I'm-eeeeee! CUMMING!" Laura wailed, as the doctor's cock suddenly erupted its flaming semen deep in her feverishly clasping pussy, each spurting wave sparking an explosive new torrent of ecstasy in the blonde's desire-crazed loins, her lewdly impaled rectum and vagina now a volcano of furiously grinding bliss. Her shuddering buttocks quickly kindled Phil's climax, and her fiery madly sucking anus slid up and down on his gushing prick with renewed fervor as the hot stream spattered and stung her belly seconds after the blazing gush in her cunt.
"Jesus God, what a ride," Phil groaned, as his body jerked out of control.
A minute later, Laura whined protestingly as she felt the hard flesh in her rippling pussy sag, as the deliciously nerve-shattering pressure in her rectum dwindled to a faint throb in spite of her frantic muscular contractions on both penises.
"No!" she sobbed, clutching at the doctor's hips as he rolled off her soft, twitching body with great heaving gasps and collapsed on the carpet beside her and Phil. Then she felt Phil trying to push her off by the waist, and she slammed her ass down crushingly in a final desperate attempt to stay impaled, to prolong the wonderful torment churning in her bowels, but he lifted her off violently and pushed her aside, his deep groans a counterpoint to the surgeon's gasps and Laura's whimpering pleas.
She lay face down on the carpet, still stunned by the double impact of her orgasm, still flexing her dripping vagina and anus in a delirious attempt to recapture the vivid, tearing joy.
"Jee-zus," she heard Phil exhort, "that was hotter and tighter than anything I've had since I was a kid hustlin' schoolgirls ... Hard to believe she's a hooker. Whew! How about you, doc?"
"Ineffably succulent," he panted, "but she put a few more gray hairs on my bush. Lovely specimen, but a coronary killer...."
Hooker, the satiny trembling blonde thought, that's a whore! They think I'm a whore, a common prostitute like the others....
But she couldn't help feeling a warm thrill of pride at their vulgar praise and the idea that they believed she was a professional fuck. She realized her loins were still surging, still craving the beautiful agonizing pressure in both her tingling openings. Slowly, her breasts heaving voluptuously, she rose from the floor and her eyes darted hungrily around the room. Couples were still locked together in a variety of obscene positions, but she couldn't find a free male, noting that another girl was trapped between the two men the way she'd just been, all three of them rolling lewdly about on the floor. Then she spotted a girl going down on her partner, her lush white ass-cheeks jutting out with her legs folded under her as she sucked his turgid cock to a leisurely rhythm. Laura started toward the girl, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she remembered the eerie delicious taste of Virginia's slippery pink pussy.
Just until a man is free, she promised herself, just a way to kill time. . , She fell to her knees behind the moaning girl and put her hands on her soft hot ass-cheeks, stroking them lovingly, feeling the girl stiffen slightly in surprise, then wriggle her buttocks obscenely in a depraved invitation. With a deep groan of anticipation, the blonde kissed and bit each fully lush cheek in turn before she buried her face in the girl's soft nether crevice, her nose pressed to the tiny puckered anus and her tongue lashing out at the hair-fringed cuntal split beneath, while her fingers hurried to find her own silken, aching pussy....
Laura was wildly, uninhibitedly drunk. She realized vaguely that it was early morning, remembered dimly offering her lips and tongue and vagina and anus to anyone and everyone, male and female. Her pussy was chafed and raw, her rectum felt as if it had been through an assembly line of gorged, pistoning cocks and her mouth tingled with the aftertaste of thick, pungent male sperm, but still the hammering in her loins continued to ache insatiably with a savage will of its own, like a crazed, vibrant lust-machine that couldn't be turned off. She stepped over one tangle of bodies that had fallen into a drunken sleep, and approached a naked man at the bar as he poured himself a drink. She giggled as she ground her moist crotch to his buttocks and he slowly turned to face heF. It was the surgeon with the grotesquely shaped cock.
"Ah, it's you," he slurred, smiling politely. "I've been watching you tonight, my dear, and I have something to tell you."
"What?" Laura murmured, grasping his limp shaft of penile flesh and hefting its weight in her palm, then rapidly beginning to stroke the softened cock while her glazed eyes watched it hopefully.
"You are that rare, suffering jewel," he announced, raising his glass in a toast, "that remarkable phenomenon that we physicians so rarely encounter in real life-an authentic, relentless nymphomaniac."
"Nymphomaniac?" Laura echoed, tasting the word as she kept jerking his flaccid penis in her eager hand. She raised her shining green eyes to his and her full ripe lips spread in a cunning, wet-lipped smile.
"Well, don't just stand there," she giggled. "You're a doctor-Treat me!"