Marcia made no answer as he raised her face to stare at the fifth and final cock. The two cocks inserted into her body now felt comfortable and she was more than ready to start fucking. Her hands were already pumping on the shafts they held.
“Come closet so I can suck it, Ted. I can’t move a whole lot; you’ll have to put it in my mouth and do most of the work, I guess. You’ll have to kind of fuck my mouth.”
“Don’t mind that a bit,” Ted said, putting his hands on her cheeks as he moved closer to the waiting girl. He hunched his hips forward and brought the head of his prick into contact with her wet, warm lips.
“Well, open your mouth, honey. Don’t make me rape it.”
“I want it in my mouth. God, it feels like I’m taking a hundred pricks, Ted. When your prick’s in my mouth I won’t be able to talk much. Have the others start. I’m blowing my mind with all these pricks… gotta have them fucking. Tell them to start. Please… ooooff!”
The boy laughed as he rammed his cock between her waiting lips. Without the restraint the other men had shown, he plunged his shaft as far as possible into her mouth and he felt her gag slightly as the tip of it hit her throat. “Okay, you heard the little girl. Let’s give her a fucking she’ll remember for a long time.”
The others needed no further urging. The boy behind Marcia immediately withdrew most of his hot prick from her clasping asshole and then lunged forward to plunge it back in. Below her, the first boy hunched upward, impaling her soaked pussy with his rod while he stimulated her clitoris with his banging pelvic bone. And, at her sides, the other two boys put their hands over hers on their cocks as they began a hunching action of their own into her warm fists.
Ted was groaning with bliss as he continued to plunge his huge prick into her willing mouth.
“Suck me. Suck my prick. That’s it… damn, gonna come pretty quick. You doin’ okay down there? You gonna blow your nuts in her cunt? That little asshole of hers feel good? God… it can’t be as good as her mouth. Suck me, honey suck my loving prick! Gonna fill your mouth full of cum. I’m about… I’m there! I’m coming! Take it, you bitch… all of it! Oh God, it’s good!”
The cock in her asshole was going wild. Its owner grasped her thrusting hips and lunged viciously against her soft but tense buttocks as he reacted to the stimulus of her tight rectum. “Marcia, honey, I’m cumin’, too! Can’t hold back… take it, baby! Take my cum up your asshole! Oh… damn!”
And beneath Marcia the first boy also succumbed to the eroticism of the moment. He strained to hunch his hips higher as he plunged into her cunt while he felt the savage action of the other cock in her rear hole. His muscles strained as he bore the weight of Marcia and her anal lover and his eyes closed as he mumbled unintelligibly out of his open mouth. Saliva trickled out of one corner as he felt the onset of his climax.
At the center of all the violent sexual activity, Marcia responded in a way that was consistent with the varied attention being focused on, and in, her lust-saturated body. Prevented by the prick in her mouth from uttering the passionate, vulgar words that flashed through her mind, she was reduced to undistinguishable mutterings around the big shaft as her orgasm struck. Her beautiful young body bucked and spasmed as she received the cum of three men almost simultaneously, even as her own love fluids flowed in her cunt. The orgasm was deep and prolonged.
Through the slit in the wall, Billie’s mind and body was going wild with the sight of Marcia’s body being bathed inside and out with the sperm of five cocks. As each of the boys came, they fell away from her writhing body. When they did, another girl in the room would immediately fall on their cock and bathe it clean with a tongue.
“Well?” said a voice at her shoulder.
Billie turned. She hadn’t even seen Thelma leave the room. Now she stood at her elbow, her huge breasts pressed against Billie’s arm.
“Well, what?” Billie said, red faced.
“You want in?”
Billie thought about Carl, about her father. Then she thought about the wild needs of her own body and the five cocks Marcia had just reveled in.
“I’m in,” she whispered.
Thelma smiled and handed her a piece of paper.
“Tomorrow afternoon… three o’clock. Here’s the address.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
As she emerged from the door behind the shrubbery, Billie had a restless feeling in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. What she had seen had turned her on. Now, she was still turned on, but she was having second thoughts about saying yes to Thelma, mainly because of Carl.
She liked him, maybe loved him. Maybe she could have her cake and eat it, too. But she doubted it. With his attitude about women, he would kill her if he knew she was a member of such a club. But maybe he would also join.
It was late; there was no one in sight on campus. In her present mood she decided to walk off her frustrations before returning to the residence hall.
Then she thought of the night she had been raped in the tunnel she had just left. Was he around again?
She thought again of Carl. Why should she always go to him? Why didn’t he ever go to her? Then she realized that she was walking in the direction of the maintenance building where he had his apartment.
She quickened her pace, came within sight of the building, and walked in the shelter of a line of poplars. She stopped and waited. Then she moved out into plain view. There were tows of windows, some lighted; these, she thought, probably belonged to the maintenance men.
She walked slowly along in the moonlight, her excitement quickening. It was as though invisible forces were at work, reaching out and contacting other forces.
As she turned slowly back toward the trees, she saw a movement a shadow at one corner of the building. It had not been there before.
Her excitement increased as she moved again, slowly, into the shelter of the trees. Then she walked beyond them. There was an old shack about a hundred yards from the main building that was used to store equipment. Without knowing why, she headed toward it. It wasn’t used at all anymore. In fact, its door had long since fallen off.
Billie looked back. The shadow from the corner of the building had moved to the line of trees. It was white now in the moonlight. A white shirt and dark a pair of dark slacks.
Billie quickened her pace. Then, as her pursuer emerged from the trees, she veered off at an angle back toward the main buildings of the school and began to run.
The man angled also. He ran faster, cutting her off.
She veered again, headed for the grove and the thick brambles on the far side of the old shack.
The man came in direct pursuit now, closing the gap between them. Billie ran as fast as she could, not stopping to look back. But before she reached the grove, heavy breathing and the beat of feet behind her told her that she couldn’t make it.
Hands reached out and grasped her shoulders. She stumbled and went down.
But she recovered quickly, turned on her back and kicked out savagely, her skirt going high on her thighs.
“Let… me… alone!” she screamed.
“The hell with that. What do you think I chased you for? Let’s go in the shack. I want you right now.”
She looked up into Carl’s face. “If you attack me, you’ll be just like a rapist.”
“That’s what I am anyhow. I never said I was any different.”
He caught one ankle, then the other, held her there helpless.
“I-I-I’ll scream.”
“You do and I’ll ram grass down your throat. Now will you get up and walk into that shack like a lady, or do I have to drag you?”