"AhhhOHH!"
She screwed her eyes up, blinking away the tears as Joe started hammering away at her ass. She felt his balls swinging against her thighs while his fat cock split her ass apart.
"Relax, baby, just relax and you'll like it like I do," Joe whispered.
She kept pleading for him to stop. But the sensation of having two, sweaty, male bodies sandwiching her, their cocks reaming her out, was too great for her to deny. It was a thrill unlike any she had ever felt. Two men were actually fucking her at once! Two long pricks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body! It was incredible!
"That's it. Man, she's gettin' into it," Joe said.
"Yeah, yeah," Ron whispered.
"Good bitch, good…" Joe whispered, his voice dropping as he felt his cum bubbling up his cock.
Traci let out a low moan as his mouth covered her ear and he licked into it. She let out another sigh when she felt her ear being sucked into his mouth. When his tongue lashed down deep into the sensitive passage, she shoved back with her ass, opening her asshole all the way for his cock.
"Shit yeah, yeah…" Ron moaned.
Both pricks were hunching into her at once. She lurched forward, sinking onto the thick cock. Then, as she hunched back, Traci felt Joe's long prick push its way up her tight ass. It was a feeling she couldn't describe to anyone even years later.
"Fuck her, man," Ron grunted as he ground his hips forward until his cock was shoved up to the hilt. "Shove it to her ass! Stretch that little bitch wide open. Man, I wanna hear her beg for it!"
"Hurry, hurry," Traci begged as she felt her ass and cunt threatening to tear apart. She didn't know how much longer she could take this double fucking. It felt so good. But surely if it kept on going there had to be some damage.
"Man, oh, man uhhhhh…"
Joe suddenly groaned, his body jerking up against hers as he felt his cum bubbling up thick and rich in his cock. He held her tightly, pinching her flesh, jerking his knees against the backs of her legs while driving his cockshaft all the way in and holding it there.
Traci felt something very hot and wet spattering against her asshole lining. He was shooting in her, blowing his wad up her ass.
"Noooooo!" Traci wailed, hunching furiously back and forth.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Good fuckin', good everything," Ron said, fitting his mouth down to hers. Their tongues speared at each other as their lips sucked together. Spit ran in streams down her throat as the two of them sucked and tongued one another. Traci felt her throat start to throb in time to her beating clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control. She was fucking and being fucked and loving every second of it.
"Now!" Ron warned as he felt his cum jetting up his cockshaft.
She grabbed Ron frantically, feeling the big biker cumming in her cunt. As his cum shot up his prick and jetted through the thick head Traci went crazy, grabbing at his face, his chest, his arms. This was wild, more wild than anything she'd ever felt with her own fingering or Don's cock.
"Yeah, shit, yeah!"
Ron's cum started shooting, burning down the center tube of his cock like burning oil. His load sprayed out, jetting into her burning pussy.
Traci cried, sobbed, coughed as tremendous orgasmic spasms shook through her pussy and sent her floating away. She wiggled between the two hairy, sweaty bodies. Her cunt jerked in time to the throbbing of her clit. The blonde teen felt more and more cum oozing from their cocks, soaking down her pussy, wetting down her ass and thighs. Her mouth and ear were still being sucked and tongued. There wasn't a virgin pore left on her body. Oh, how good it was to feel this possessed, this fucked!
They stayed like that, a nest of tangled arms and legs. Finally Ron broke away, pulling his soft cock from Traci's cunt.
"Shit, this bitch is a hot little whore. Baby, you ain't fucked much, but you sure know what you like doing," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
"Man, she's got one hell of a tight ass. We gotta get 'er again," Joe commented, kissing her on the back of the neck.
"Gives damned good head, too," Rick added, rubbing his cock through his Levi's.
Traci lay curled in a fetal position. The high she'd been floating on disappeared, replaced by guilt and remorse. Yes, they had excited her, shown her things that had driven her wild with ecstasy. But what a price she had paid! Her self-respect had vanished, replaced by a picture of a wanton slut who would do anything to have her cunt satisfied. Traci moaned, covering her face with both hands.
"Hey, bitch, don't worry. We ain't gonna tell anyone about you. You're our little secret," Ron said, chucking her under the chin. "Now you gotta get outta here. We got a run goin' down," he said, checking his leather-banded wristwatch.
Traci pulled herself up from the floor. She examined her body – filthy, dirty, covered with grime, oil, cum and sweat! She smelled as badly as the men who had raped her!
"Don't worry, baby. The way people move around in this town ain't nobody gonna notice you. Now," Ron added, grabbing her hair and tugging it up while pushing his face close to hers. She hadn't noticed his foul breath as much as she did now. Wincing, the girl turned her face away, feeling her heart pounding. "Now don't get cute and tell anyone about what happened here, understand?"
His look was more menacing than his words. Traci felt her brain grow light and buzzy as she thought of what those men could do to her.
"No, I won't say a word," she promised in a little voice.
"Good," Ron said, dropping his hand and pushing her back onto the ground. "Now get dressed and get the fuck outta here. We know where the fuck to find you when we want to."
Traci was exhausted, her cunt dripping with cum while jizz oozed from her asshole. Somehow she managed to find the strength to dress quickly, even when Ron and the others were slapping her ass and watching as the girl stumbled. She wheeled around, her face flushed red, her briefs pulled halfway up her legs.
"Haven't you had enough?" she wailed, drawing her shorts up to her thighs, covering her tits while searching for her halter.
The men let her dress, unlocking the garage door and letting the violated teenager out.
"Remember, baby, you tell anyone about what happened and sic the cops on us and we'll find you," Ron warned, putting two fingers to his lips and raising his eyebrows.
Traci looked around her as the door slammed shut again. There was no one around. The fog was beginning to creep in, rolling like smoke over the tops of the surrounding apartments and condos. In the distance, she could hear the ocean crashing against the beach, the sound deadened by the thickening marine layer. It was so peaceful, so quiet. She couldn't believe that she had been violently raped, humiliated the way she was.
Covering her face with both hands, Traci hurried down the alley toward Emily's house. She couldn't face her mother now. No! That would be too awful. Emily would be someone she could talk to without worrying about shocking her. Yes, she had to talk to someone about those dreadful things that happened to her!
An hour later Hilda received a call from Traci's best friend.
"Of course," she said, sitting down and tapping her fingers on the telephone table. "Of course, she can spend the night there, Emily. But clothes? Oh, you have things there? Well, I guess. But can I talk to her? I see. Well, tell her to call when she gets out," Hilda said, hanging up the receiver.
Now that was odd. Why was her daughter staying over at Emily's? Something was up, she suspected. But at this point Hilda didn't want to push the issue. Strained relations between her and her daughter could break. Emily's family was respected even if the girl seemed a little too flighty at times. Hilda sighed, pushing back her hair and rising from the chair. In a way, she was glad. She began to tense whenever her daughter came rushing in through the front door, bubbling with some kind of information that was sure to upset her. At times Hilda thought Traci purposely thought up stories to annoy her. Well, there would be peace for once this evening.