There were wet, fleshy sounds that Sandy identified as perhaps someone being sucked off. There was a grunt or two, then she felt pressure at her asshole again. Oh, shit! she thought. More of the same. They want to humiliate me for some reason. If I could make my asshole relax, it would be over with quicker, and with less discomfort.
She strained and felt the muscle respond, opening her asshole. Something a hell of a lot bigger than a finger had been pressing at her rear door! It popped past her winkie and rammed painfully up her rectum, almost splitting her ass in two.
"Arghhh!" Her scream rang in the room, and she felt two hands grab the cheeks of her ass. The terrible fullness entered her farther, and she cried out again. Then once more, and she knew with a sudden certainty that a cock was buried to the hilt in her ass!
She was shocked to hear her father's voice in her ear, for it could only mean that he was the owner of the brutalizing cock. She obeyed his command, knowing that she dared not refuse to cooperate, and soon she found herself sitting on his lap, still impaled on his prick, as he sat on an armless chair near the bar.
"Come on, Dur!" he said. Durward approached them, his cock jutting out hard and stiff as he walked. Andy leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, one to either side of the seat. Then Durward spread her legs, pulling them upward, and laid the head of his cock in her cunt, wedging the tip into her hole and shoving hard.
Before she knew it, Dur's prick was buried in her cunt and Jack was moving a her stool up beside the overloaded chair. He sat on it, legs straddling the seat, his ass barely perched on the edge, and his rigid cock pointing out right at her face.
"Take it!" her father growled. "Start sucking him off!"
She twisted her head a little more and grabbed the meaty knob in her lips. Jack moaned and fucked into her mouth with short but ardent strokes. At the same moment, Dur began screwing her cunt.
Groans of misery escaped through her nose and around the wet ring of her lips. Dur's drives forced her brutally onto the impalement of her father's cock, emphasizing the terrible fullness she felt in her asshole, rectum and bowels.
She found herself remembering Ross Ordwell's words… I'd wedge the tip of my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you screamed… and now they had excited her as he spoke them. Now she was experiencing the real thing.
Maybe it was like Scotch; maybe there was such a thing as an "asshole cherry" which one had to lose before rear-door sex could be fun, just as with her initial deflowering.
She recalled that she had begun to enjoy being fucked even as her torn maidenhead continued to bleed. Maybe that would happen now, maybe that was the lesson she was supposed to learn!
And as the exciting texture of Jack's cock slid over her tongue, and the faint taste of his maleness reached her through a premature drop of his semen, she began to cream heavily. Dur's strong prick was plumbing her cunt steadily, and suddenly she realized that she was privileged to enjoy at one and the same time all of the exciting things that Ross had described to her!
Thrills rocketed through her; she sucked hungrily at Jack's swollen cock, eager to drain him of the peppery male fluid he was reserving for her. She could feel a faint discomfort from the fullness in her ass, but even that began to excite her.
To hell with the whys and the wherefores! She might not ever be this lucky again; she'd better enjoy it while it lasted!
Dur's cock was sluicing out drippings now; she was creaming so much that his dong was gliding in and out of her in long, wet fucks that reached her limits. And she found that she could control her rear discomfort by bearing down as if trying to shit.
Now she was experiencing the same smooth glidings up her ass that she felt in her cunt, and it was a deliriously thrilling set of sensations. She built up a tremendous suction on Jack's cock, greedy to taste his cum as her passion snowballed rapidly.
"Suck, baby!" Jack cried hoarsely. "Suck hard!" He groaned loudly as his load erupted. "Oh, Jesus!"
Sandy swallowed his jizz in eager blobs, the male flavor rising throughout her head, filling her nostrils with the exciting smell. Jack emptied himself and tried to pull back but she had her hand around in his cock, sucking to get every last drop. He had to pry her grip loose to escape.
Then Sandy felt a pulsing, swelling sensation in her asshole. Hot fluid spurted into her, filling her ass swiftly with tingling warmth. It sent her over the peak and she felt her body start to quiver and shake as every muscle began to flex at once.
"Come, Dur!" she begged. "Squirt it now!" She felt his knob grow briefly, then the heated gush of his release, pumping into her cunt as she started to spasm.
She felt the most potent part of her climax, but the multiple thrills were too much for her and she blacked out. When she came to, she was lying on the sofa. Her mother was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
"I'm afraid you may not have learned the lesson, Sandy," Denise told her. "You enjoyed the whole thing, didn't you?"
"Not all of it. There was a lot of… discomfort. In fact, I'm still sore in the rear."
"You were supposed to learn that sex is not fun when you have no choice in how it's done or with whom. That's something you'd have to contend with if you were foolish enough to consider it as a profession. In swinging, you always have the right to refuse a partner or his choice of games."
"Ohhh!" Sandy began to understand. "Ross was worried that I might… and he told you and…" She had to laugh for a moment, then she squeezed Denise's hand. "I was just sounding off to him, trying to feel wicked or something to add to the kicks. After all, I've read the best texts there are, and I know that no swinger worth looking at twice would have to go to a whore for his fun. And I'd be silly to service the rejects when I can swap into the best there is!"
"Do me a favor," Denise said in a low voice. "Let Andy think it was the lesson that turned you from a career of prostitution. He hated to participate with you, but he thought the ordeal would be greater punishment coming from him. If he thinks it served the purpose, he'll be able to absolve himself of any guilty feelings. We wouldn't want him to get any hangups, would we?"
"You can count on me," Sandy promised.
"Come on, then. I'll give you an enema and you can douche yourself and shower. You'll be as good as new in no time."
"Okay. I'd like to take a walk after that. I'll heal up faster if I exercise." But Sandy was really anxious to see Ross Ordwell. She wanted to repay him for telling on her. If he hadn't, she'd never have known how exciting it was to be triple-stuffed with cock!
Let's see – should I such him off or – certainly! I'll give him his choice!
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was on the hottest, most humid day on record at Harp Lake that Shelley and Rhoda drove off to explore the cliffs above the western shore. Their trip was planned originally as a convenient way for the two women to get off by themselves – both were AC-DC playgirls, and they enjoyed an occasional private session of their own.
But the jaunt was triply motivated when Rhoda learned facts from two sources. Jack mentioned the white thing he and Denise had seen in the "ledge" or hole in the cliff side, and Tom had revealed the secret of the entrance. So the blonde and the brunette decided to check out the "white thing" and bed down on blankets in the cool cave, enjoying the bird's-eye view and whatever sex play they might be in the mood for.
It was after one p.m. when they finally had their blankets down on the stone floor at the mouth of the cave. A hamper and a Styrofoam cooler contained snacks, refreshments, and miscellaneous items they thought might come in handy.
They spent the first hour enjoying the view. Rhoda had her binoculars, and Shelley had borrowed Tom's for the day. Not only did they learn the topography for several miles around, they also took color photos of Harp Lake and its cottages, intending to have their own postal cards made.