The last man who had not had her jumped forward, his face red and his long, thick cock jutting out stiffly at a right angle to his body. Brenda rolled over onto her back, staring at the big veins that laced through the rigid flesh. His whole body was covered with curly black hair, including his pendulous swinging balls.
"By God, if I'm going to bring up the rear, I might as well bring up the rear, huh? Roll back over, honey, I'm going to bunghole the living shit out of you!"
He was tall and powerfully built, with thick long arms. He looked like a gorilla as he swung forward and reached out for her. His big hands crunched down on her pelvis and flipped her to her belly as effortlessly as though he had turned the page of a magazine.
"Now, you just get up on your knees like you were, and spread those cheeks wide, cause they're gonna have to be as wide as you can make 'em."
Rough fingers spread her ass cheeks far apart. In some separate, lingering part of herself, Brenda experienced a crushing humiliation as she heard the oohing and ahhing of the men who watched this shameful performance. The man behind her knelt down with cracking knee joints and put his face close to her billowing, exposed crack and blew his hot breath into her anal opening.
"Mmmmmm, what a sweet little rim you've got. Nice and tight and puckered, good for fucking. Yessir, that's a real fucking ass all right."
He prodded his finger into the hot crack and pressed it against her hole. She jerked and twisted away from him as his nail struck the sensitive place. Suddenly a hot, dry pain shot up through her belly as he shoved his thick, dry finger into her slit.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh! Oh, don't!" she cried. Her stomach heaved threateningly and spots flew in front of her eyes. At the head of the bed, Leo, still dressed, leaned down and hissed at her.
"Shut up! Relax and take it."
The man worked his finger up her anal passage, twisting his wrist to and fro as he probed far up into her bowels, sliding back and forth through the tight, dry channel with obscene digging movements.
"Aaaaa Wwwwwgggh! I… oh, that feels… wonderful," she cried weakly. She saw Leo's warning face above her and renewed her pretended ecstasy but the man behind her only laughed.
"Now I got my bearings," he growled. "You got plenty of room up there, sweetheart, what are you yelling for? Nobody expected you to have a loose ass."
He scuttled closer to her upturned hips until she felt the rough, wiry hair of his belly and crotch against her thighs. His prick dabbed against her pussy, rubbing back and forth in her cuntal slit to garner its slickish fluid for lubrication. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much… after all, she had ass-fucked before and it didn't hurt. It had felt wonderful! Maybe… maybe… But her frantic reassurances did not work. She knew the man behind her wanted to hurt her, that it wouldn't mean anything to him if he didn't.
He was panting and heaving behind her; she felt his sweat drip down on her bare back as his huge body hunched over her defenseless widespread cheeks. The hot round head of his prick eased between her creamy buttocks relentlessly. He slid it up and down through her downy crack, chuckling and muttering salacious compliments to her nether charms.
"It's all puckered up nice and ready for me, looks like she's ready to eat it right up… pretty little blond crack."
The agony began when his wheedling voice broke off and changed into a guttural growl of animal pleasure as the swollen tip of his cock shoved into her asshole. Brenda wanted to scream and struggle but his left arm was wrapped around her belly like a vise. He wriggled and screwed his veiny rod further up the unyielding hole, dragging searing pain behind it.
"A nice virgin ass, just like a fresh young cunt, only better!" he laughed.
His prick surged further up the tormented passage until she felt that she would split from the hideous stretching. The worst was yet to come when he actually started screwing her! Oh, God… God, I want to die! No! No, I didn't mean it! I don't want to die, I…
"I'm almost there, baby, and I got nine inches to give you," he panted. "This is gonna be the best fuck of your life. These other bastards don't know what a cock is for, do they?"
He sent a vicious jab into her entrails, then pulled back in a tearing retreat that burned her as surely as if he had rammed her with a red-hot poker. Bitter bile filled her throat as he slammed hard into her once more and began working his hips like a bull mounting a cow. He jiggled obscenely, wriggling and fucking and bouncing behind her as he savored the full delight of her tightly clenched rectum.
Her head spun and the sounds of male laughter and cheers receded until they all seemed to be far away. She was drifting off… off… off into a nothing world, a nobody world. There was no one in this new world, not even herself. It was empty and green and windswept, silent and wailing with echos of voices that did not exist, had never existed.
The man behind her bounced obscenely, thudding his cock into her trapped and burning ass. Suddenly she was surrounded by naked hairy legs as all of the men gathered close, shoving their erect rods into her soft flesh, swabbing them against her swinging tits and into her mouth. The man behind her let out a shrill yahoo of climaxing lust and spilled into her aching rectum, flooding it without end as his nails dug into her belly. At last she felt his stony prick wither and soften in her ass, until it slithered out of her tortured passage with a wet plucking sound.
"Don't go 'way, honey, we're not through yet!"
They came at her, three of them, came at her with hot red spears. They're stabbing me… they're going to kill me…
"Awgggrh…"
Nick Eubanks held her jaws open, jerking on her head until a sharp pain wrenched down her spine. His thick cock worked in a rocking motion between her lips, pounding against the back of her throat.
"Suck it off, Ginny! Let's see how Miss Goody Two Shoes gives a blowjob."
He shot into her mouth as his hands worked her head to and fro over his dripping prick, grasping her throat to make her swallow his briny fluid.
She did not know how long she lay there. She heard them pouring more drinks, the rattle of ice cubes the wheezing voice of the man who had bungholed her growling with churlish lewdness as he told a story about a fourteen-year-old Saigon girl.
"She put a coil of plastic wire up my ass and van ked it out when I came. Man, that was the sweetest thing this side of heaven!"
She turned stiffly over and looked at their naked, sprawling bodies. Leo pulled her to her feet and thrust a drink in her hand.
"Look alive. You can't go to sleep now. You think this party's over? They paid for more than they've got so far."
Before she could register his words, a knock came at the door. Conversation stopped as they all turned and looked at Leo.
"Who the hell is that!" he rasped, his eyes growing wide with fear.
"Jesus, the cops!" Nick burst out, reaching automatically for his pants.
Leo waved him down. "Shut up! Just…"
"Brenda! Are you home? Let me in, I hear you in there!"
It was Jim! Suddenly a deeply welling finality came over her at the sound of his voice calling her name. A fiend stirred in her brain, prodding her consciousness with a vicious pitchfork. She leaped forward, feeling the collected cum of four men running down her legs. It was like a baptism, all that cum dripping on her flesh. It was finished now, she had come the full circle to her new self. She would never be called Brenda again!
She dodged Leo's grasping arm and ran into the foyer and threw open the door.
His face moved; all of his features twitched and moved in surprise. She nearly laughed in his wholesome American-boy face!
"Come in, darling, and meet the gang," she laughed, her voice sailing up into a shrill, broken cry. She backed into the room, garters twisted and bruised nipples poking out from the cut-out bra. Jim recovered and stormed in after her, skidding to a stop as he saw the four naked men and the statue-like Leo standing in the middle of the living room.