Her body burned hotter and glistening fuck juices melted from her cunt. Soon her blonde pussy hairs were milky, as if a thousand tiny pearls were embedded in the soft bush.
"Hurry, God, hurry," she panted, partially opening her eyes. And then her orgasm burned forward, etched the sensitive muscles at her cunt opening. "Fuck me, Greg."
When Debby thought she would faint from the sheer terror, she heard a loud masculine scream coming from the house. She shot a look at Greg.
"Oh, that's your boyfriend," Greg laughed. "While I take care of you out here, Amy's gonna show him a few tricks."
For a brief second, Debby felt a wave of sympathy for Jimmy. The emotion quickly evaporated, however, for what he was going through wouldn't be anything as horrible as she was about to experience.
CHAPTER NINE
"All, this is gonna be so nice," Greg said. "How is it for you, baby?" he asked, kissing Debby's neck.
Debby couldn't answer she was so terrified, so filled with horror. The cock was growing larger. It was the largest prick ever. After his prick had played at her pussy opening for a few seconds, his cock slowly pierced her puckered cunt lips.
"Just go with it, I'll bet you're such a little whore you'll be screaming for more before it's over with," Greg said cruelly, licking toward her right ear.
"You bastard," Debby moaned, wishing she could get free. She would attack them both with her bare hands, and, if she fought like she felt, she would rip them both to shreds. "Stop this… now!"
Her last word was followed by a shrieking scream. The cock hammered savagely upward, going into areas no other cock had ever been. When Debby was positive there couldn't be any more cockshaft, there was. More floods of pain swept into her body.
Behind her, Greg was fucking wildly in and out of her shitter, fucking at her so hard that his balls were popping against her taint.
"Take it, you fucking slut," Greg said. "God, I was dreaming of this all the time I was in prison. Just making you scream like this… being double fucked."
Well, you got your revenge and more, Debby thought painfully. Every moment of this horror had to be worth a year in prison. She would have gladly changed places with him.
The pain wasn't the only terror she was experiencing. Never before had she felt so used and degraded, so terribly humiliated. And each time she cried out with shameful anguish, she only pleased Greg more.
"Oh, no," she said suddenly, feeling a warm tongue lick at her nipples. Then, she felt his sharp teeth sink into her flesh, almost breaking the skin.
In spite of herself, she began to feel fluttering sensations of pleasure sear into her tits. When they did, they somehow absorbed some of the pain in her cunt. Her insides eased a little, allowing his cock to fuck in and out more freely.
"Hey, he's really getting after it, isn't he?" Greg said, feeling him hammer her body hard against his.
"Yes, he is," Debby said, feeling her mind dull. "He's… fucking… me."
There. She had said it, admitted it.
She was being fucked by a two cocks at the same time!
"Oh, God, no!" she gasped, hating herself for enjoying the thought and the way her guts were becoming buttery with pleasure.
His mouth became more demanding, completely covering her tits with kisses. And as he fucked harder, his cock began to curve more, expand.
"Take it, slut," Greg said from behind her, feeling his cum-load begin to boil.
He tightened the muscles at the base of his cock to hold back the onslaught, but he knew it would be only a couple of seconds before the pressure was too great.
"Right up your ass, whore," he panted.
My God, they're gonna blow their loads together, Debby thought. Two cocks spitting out all those globs of warm cum.
"Jesus, fuck me!" she cried, moving her ass quickly back and forth, "Both of me, you Goddamned animals, fuck me to death!"
Although it was her voice, she was shocked to hear the words. Could it be possible that she really enjoyed this final humiliation?
Yes, oh, God, yes! she thought.
Her climax rose in her cunt, then exploded around his cock. After her orgasm had peaked violently, the sensations seemed to eat backward, filtering through the delicate flesh that separated her slitter and pussy. A new climax flooded her ass.
"Aieeeeee!" Debby shrieked, feeling hot ripples of ecstasy dance back and forth. "Fuckkkk meeeeee!"
"Unhhhhh, take it, you screwing whore!" Greg grunted, punching forward with his full weight. The first fiery wad of cum blasted from his cockhead and splattered up her shitter canal. "All of it… slut. Goddamn you, every fucking drop!"
After three or four lumps of cum had blown into her shitter, Debby felt the big cock do the strangest thing. His prick curved even more, then his bullet-shaped cockhead seemed to be crawling backward! Soon, his cock was doubling in size, becoming as thicker than any prick.
"Ohhhh, God, that hurts… so good!" she cried, feeling another hot convulsion of raw release. "Fuck me, you bastard motherfucker." Her eyes were glazed with pleasure.
When the cock exploded with savage warmth, Debby's climax became so intense, she thought her pussy would rip open. All that cum, as it blew from the reddish cockhead, was like gasoline on an open fire.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, then went limp, exhausted from so much pleasure.
While she was thrashed back and forth by both she felt like a rag doll. After a few moments, she thought they would never stop hammering cum inside her. Over and over they fucked it to her, until it seemed as if their cocks fused into one mass of rock-hard writhing flesh.
"Oh… wow," Greg said, finally grinding the last of his cum into her shitter.
He held himself against her body for a few seconds, then pulled away. He fell to the ground and leaned against the tree.
"Keep fucking her," he said softly.
Even long after he had stopped blowing his cum into her cunt, Debby felt the hard punches of his cock. Only when his prick became slightly soft, did he stop moving. Slowly he withdrew and left.
"Well, he's got what he wants," Greg laughed.
"Did you?" Debby said softly. "Is it over now?"
Greg was about to say something else, but his words were cut off by a yell from the house. It was Amy, and she was standing in the back door, waving them to come in.
"[missing text] ready for her," Amy said. "Bring her [missing text]."
"Sure," Greg said, standing.
"What are you going to do now?" Debby asked, her voice trembling with fear.
"Don't you want to see your little boyfriend?" Greg laughed.
"My God, what have they done to Jimmy?" Debby asked, fearful that he would be all beaten up when she saw him.
She had, in a way, gotten him into this mess. If he ever spoke to her again it would be a miracle. Greg had done it all, by her thinking he'd ruined her life, mistreated her, humiliated her to the limits of endurance, and now he had taken Jimmy from her.
He dragged her toward the house after untying her from the tree. Debby felt dead inside. Oddly enough, she didn't even want to see Jimmy. She didn't want him to see what kind of woman she'd become.
They mounted the back stairs.
CHAPTER TEN
When the back door opened, Debby was pushed into Amy's waiting arms. The woman then led her down the hall to another part of the house. Amy pushed open a door on the left and nudged Debby inside.
"It's a bathroom," Debby said stupidly, thinking it might be another bedroom, with Jimmy hanging by chains. "What…"
"I want to get you cleaned up a little," Amy said, almost tenderly. "And besides, you and I haven't been alone, have we?"
Confused, but slightly relieved, Debby allowed herself to be pushed into the large bathtub. A couple of second's later, warm needles of water were hitting her flesh, washing the past horror from her body.