"Ohah! Oh God, no… ohhhh…" She felt his big prick glide smoothly up her wet pussy, and began to whimper. But the sounds that came from her throat were no, longer the protests of a moment before. She couldn't help liking it. As with Lew and the others – Doctor Bruce, Daddy, everyone who'd stuck something up her hot, hairy hole – her belly began sucking him up, up into her.
Rape! her mind cried. Larry was using her body, cruelly bludgeoning her sweet little pink gash, and she – what was wrong with her anyway? She was wiggling back onto the stiffness, taking all he had to offer and searching for more.
"That's the way, honey. Wiggle. Fuck back." Larry's hand slipped under her belly, his fingers weaving through her red curls. The other hand cupped her left breast. Still another – she didn't know whose hand it was, didn't care – slid clown the crack of her uptilted ass, opened her sphincter and drove two fingers into her rectum.
"Open your mouth, beautiful!" The boy with the uncircumcised rod had dropped his pants. Hands at either side of her head, he bent her neck back, forcing her mouth open. Then he fucked the ugly thing in, and said, "Ahhhhhhh!"
Wendy gagged. She felt the big dick in her belly pull back for a stab at the same time the one in her face began to bore into her throat. "Oh God, no!" she choked, watching the lengthy cylinder disappear into her throat like a railroad spike being pounded home. They were killing her – flooding her with the hot blush of shame. They were fucking her every which way, with hands and fingers, stiff, throbbing pricks. Wrinkled sacs swung at her chin, more smacking her plump little bottom, still more dangling from the three cocks waiting their turn to degrade her.
"Motherfucker!" exclaimed the voice belonging to the fingers reaming her rectum. "For a chick who was complaining a minute ago, she sure wants it now. This asshole – man!" Another barb found its way up her gaping asshole. "I ain't never seen an asshole nip like this one. Honest to Christ!"
Wendy wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Although she tried and tried, not wanting to let them know that inside her little round belly there was a fire only cum could subdue, her body refused to obey, refused to rebel. Only her mind held back and saw her degradation. Her hot, hairy holes were a mass of quivering nerve ends: she had no morals, no shame. Even the terrible thing in her mouth had begun to taste good. She felt it, the hunk of unkosher meat at the tip butting her tonsils. She saw it, the slick shaft sliding into her face before the boy's hips went into reverse and drove further than any prick had ever before penetrated: all the way in to her gullet, down into her stomach, it seemed.
"That's it! That's it! Ah, baby – baby! Fuck! Keep fucking! That's it – aaahhhh!!"
Larry's weight came down on her back, his loins glued to her rump, throwing her farther forward and mashing her glistening lips into the other boy's wiry cockhair. Jism began to pour up her tight little cunthole.
"Ummmm! Oh yes!!" She wiggled for more. Her teeth locked at the roots of the prick in her mouth. The boy she was sucking grunted, clutched her head in both hands, and ground and pumped until his rod pissed cum too.
The other boys, those waiting to get at her, made obscene comments, squeezing her titties and her ass. But Wendy heard only the slosh of Larry's cock dipping in and out of her belly. She felt only the cum pouring off – the white sticky stuff oozing out and down the inside of her thighs, down her chin, and her neck. Her hands went eagerly to the fat sacs jerking below the prick in her mouth. She fucked her hips back into Larry and kneaded the balls in her palm, coaxing out more cream and sucking it in at both ends. Her head was a merry-go-round: the gaily colored horses went up each time the dicks stabbed, coming down to shoot up again with each blast of semen, round and round, faster and faster until the night was a breathless kaleidoscope. And her clit, the sensitive little pink hardon protruding from the sopping wet gash Larry was humping his fiery prick into, began to vibrate and quiver, flinging her over the precipice of orgasm.
She gulped in protest when the hot prick in her belly popped suddenly free, leaving an emptiness, an ache like a tooth in need of filling, that sucked in the cool, piney air. But the limp thing was gone only a moment when another – stiffer, pulsing with the need to shoot cream up her hole – began to pump inch by grating inch up her tight, wet little-girl cunt. And then the one in her face was gone too, taking with it cum and saliva as the boy made room for another – no, two! The boys couldn't decide who was to be next, and so both were going to use her sweet mouth simultaneously.
"I… I… ow!!" The new dick was so hard, so good, that she fucked her cunt furiously back onto the boy who had taken Larry's place. "I can't do both at once," she whispered. But she opened her lips and swirled her tongue greedily over the nearest dickhead.
"You can do it, girlie." The boy to her left, whose cock was no bigger than a fat nickel cigar, began to rub the head of it all over her smooth, flushed face.
Wendy wanted to bite him, to make him cry out, make them stop. They had no right doing such perverted things to her. But the prick up her cunt was so good she couldn't help wanting more. She fucked back, back, wiggling. She stared at the cock bobbing before her green-lidded eyes. A small drop of clear lubricant appeared at the aperture in the bright red tip – almost as red as her own pussy curls, she thought. Unable to resist, she captured the cute rod in her hand and licked the pearl drop away.
"Gimme some of that good girlie tongue," said the other boy, stepping close, his rigid dick bathed in moonlight and jerking like a live electrical wire.
"No. Not two."
"Man…!" The boy's hand came roughly down at the back of her head. "You'll suck it or else!"
Resistance was futile, she knew. Doubled up over the backrest, the boy behind grunting and clutching her cheeks as he stoked rapidly in and out between her young, open thighs, she was helpless, at their mercy. They had only to choose what they wanted, and she had to comply. Larry had seen to that. He'd tricked, her into coming along to the secluded place: a lamb brought to the slaughter. She'd never again be able to look at herself in the mirror, she was certain, never be able to forget. It was dirty and sinful and… oh, and her tiny cunthole simply couldn't stop loving the big, bludgeoning cock.
"Motherfucker, what a mouth. Didn't I say she could do it?" The boy with the miniature prick forced half the length into her face. "Go, baby. Suck!"
Whimpering, hating herself and the horrid boys, Wendy drew the second rod in on her tongue. It was impossible; not even Daddy's sex book, which contained pictures of every position imaginable, girls who did everything, not even that dared to suggest mouthing two throbbing hardons. Yet they were in her, stretching her lips to where she thought for sure the skin at the corners of her little pink mouth was going to tear; beginning to move in and out, in and out, working slowly but insistently toward orgasm.
She closed her eyes, barely able to breathe. She concentrated on Daddy's long, veiny rod, which was almost as big around as the two in her throat. She remembered the feel of him cuming up her asshole. She panted and strained, wanting it over but wishing someone – perhaps Larry, but she didn't really care who – would find a way to squeeze between her and the boy fucking her cunthole, and grind another stiff prick up her trembling behind.
When it was over, when each boy had taken a turn and every hole in her body was swollen and sore, Larry pushed her out of the car and told her to dress. He and the others watched, smoking and making fun of her because the pantyhose were torn at the crotch, and no matter how hard she tried tugging, adjusting them every which way on her hips, her red pussy showed through.