Then she rolled gracefully the rest of the way over. She stretched out on her back on the back seat, and put one foot on the floor. She braced the other against the rear window. Her crotch gaped wide, beckoned him.
He scrambled over. And then he was with her, crouching on the floor beside her, feasting his eyes on her incredible, wanton display. He leaned forward. His mouth found one of her tits as she tangled her fingers in his red hair. His teeth cut into her tender flesh as he sucked on her pert bud. Flames raged through her.
He moved from one tit to the other, got them both spit-slick. Her cunt was simmering. She thought of his monster prick jamming into her hole, and knew that if she couldn't find satisfaction with his monster tool, she was surely doomed to the perverse drives she feared so much.
His tongue flicked her nipples, first one, then the other. She moaned and guided his head from one aching tit to the other. Then, slowly, she forced his head down, down toward her gaping cunt. He didn't resist at all. Actually, he seemed eager to comply. His mouth sucked and nibbled along her soft tummy. His tongue probed her belly button, and she sucked in her gut. Then he continued lower, and lower. She felt his breath on her pussy. When his tongue combed through her soft fuzz, her hips heaved eagerly.
Then his mouth fastened on her twat and a geyser of flame roared through her. His tongue found her seething cunt and drilled into it. His nose was grinding her clit as he probed his tongue into her slippery tunnel.
It was heaven! But it wasn't what she needed so desperately. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she shoved his head away from her pussy and dragged his mouth up to hers. Her tongue raped his mouth, tasted his spit and her own juices. She tugged him in between her gaping thighs. As the dome light shone down on her face, he settled himself between her legs. His cock ground against her pussy hair. Then the head of it slipped into her slit and started in search of her hole. A squirm of her hips and she felt it nuzzle her gate.
He thrusted. She felt like she was being torn in two by the monster invader. Reaching down, she clutched his ass, urged him deeper. His cock plunged its way into her slick depths. She felt every ripple in her cunt walls being stretched by his monster bulk. She felt his shaft drive deeper and deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no end to his monster rod. She spread her legs wider and felt the head of his wang hit the end of her hole. Then he actually stretched her twat lengthwise, drove his whole tool into her tunnel.
It was like she was being gutted by a dull javelin. She lay under him and willed him to run her through with his monster dark. She felt her cunt stretch and stretch until she was sure she was going to tear.
"Gaawwd," she moaned.
"Shit, you're hot and light," he grunted.
"Fuck me," she urged, clawing at his back. "Fuck me dl you come out my mouth!"
He tied. He pistoned in her, in and out, in and out, a carnal machine in her cunt.
He drove at her forever. She was sure that this time, with his tool, she would cum. And since he had spurted into her mouth she was sure he would have the staying power to ravage her beyond belief, to drive her to orgasm after orgasm.
She reached a high point, and hovered there. She couldn't get any higher. His cock pumped in her cunt and pounded her clit to a pulp. It was good, ecstatically good, except for one thing.
She wasn't cumming. And she wasn't going to cum. She fought her tears of shame and fear and horror. The coupling went on and on and on, but there was no release for her.
She clutched him, and remembered the pool table, remembered the endless series of cocks. She began to edge toward her peak. She remembered being rolled over, remembered the rail grinding into her belly, and edged a little closer to her cumming. Then, as Larry pistoned his mammoth prick in her cunt, she remembered the rape of her asshole. And reached the glittering, geysering peak of pleasure. While Larry's cock fucked her numb, she climaxed from the memory of the gang rape. Now she knew what it took to make her cum. She felt Larry's cock spurting in her stretched depths, felt his cream hit the end of her cunt. She moaned as her orgasm raged through her. Desperately, she clung to the man between her thighs.
She thought of being bound and gagged and ravished, and her cumming flared up one more time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clara was bound spread-eagle on Wil's bed. Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. Wil frowned and finished pouring his drink. He was stripped to the waist. His torso was trim and hard. The lump of his cock was impressive even though he was wearing tight jeans.
"Who the hell is that?" he mused when the knocking was repeated.
Clara's gut knotted as she watched him walk toward the door. She was nude and totally exposed and totally helpless. She tested the ropes that held her wrists and ankles. This week Wil had been better prepared. When she had arrived, the first thing she had noticed was the rope. In addition to the four short lengths on the bed, there was a long coil on the wall.
One drink and she had stripped as ordered, and let him tie her. She had wanted him to dominate her, and now he was. She did as she was ordered. If she argued, it earned her a beating. She was content.
She lay stretched out on the bed with her legs spread. The air dried her juice as fast as it seeped from her slit. Wil had stripped to the waist, and then puttered around the room. Her helpless excitement had grown steadily as she wondered when he would do more than just sweep her naked display with his eyes.
She knew he was carefully building her anticipation. He was torturing her, making her wait.
Now he was at the door. He was probably looking through the peephole. If he let whoever it was in, there was no way she could cover herself.
She heard the lock click open. Instantly, her cunt knotted with lust and her gut knotted with fear. He was letting whoever it was in! Was some stranger going to witness her wanton degradation? The thought made her insides coil into a tight swirl of horniness. She writhed against the bonds holding her wrists and ankles.
"Well, hello there," Grant said. His eyes played insolently over her naked display. They lingered on the ropes, on her aroused tits, and on her cunt.
"Hi. Uh, forgive me for not getting up."
"Sure thing!" He reached down and stroked one breast with insolent casualness. "Very nice."
"Care for a drink?" Wil asked Grant calmly.
"He makes great whiskey sours," Clara said huskily.
"A sour would be fine," Grant said, sliding his hand down to Clara's tight gut. Her flesh was crawling with horror and horniness. His fingers probed her pussy, slithered between her labes, explored her sopping, slippery folds. "Man, is she hot!" he reported to Wil.
"Is she? I hadn't checked," Wil responded casually, handing Grant a glass.
"Check it out," Grant offered.
Clara lay there helplessly as the two men discussed her. Wil's hand replaced Grant's on her pussy and probed rudely into her juicy snatch. She moaned as he fingered her clit, then the slithery inner lips. His finger slipped into her cunt, tested the wetness of her hole.
"Sopping," Wil agreed. He withdrew his hand from her muff and held it an inch from her nose. "See how wet you are, Clara?"
"Yes," Clara choked out huskily.
"Smell it!" he coated the tip of her nose, then her upper lip, with slime. She couldn't avoid the smell. It made her gut knot with excitement.
"Where's Lois?" Wil asked. His hand was still in front of Clara's nose.
"On her way here," Grant answered.
"Lick it off," Wil ordered.