Her heart nearly stopped when she felt Red behind her. And she knew what he was going to do. His prick stabbed at her tiny puckered asshole.
"Oh no," she said. "Don't."
She was remembering Marsha and the pain Marsha went through. And David had been gentle. This big redheaded boy wasn't going to be gentle.
He stabbed her again. This time it was a knife slicing into her ass.
"What the hell are you doing?" Joey asked.
"I'm going to fuck her ass."
He was pushing hard and his prick was tearing between the tight buttery walls of her ass and thrusting deep inside. A searing pain was in her asshole. She tried to escape from them. Then she realized that her attempts to escape only excited them more.
"Jesus," Red said. "She's got a tight ass. A tight fucking ass!"
He began to drive his prick in and out of her asshole. She was no longer excited. She was only hurt and bruised. He found the same rhythm that Joey was fucking her pussy with. Nancy knew she could have enjoyed it if it had been with any two other men. But there was something brutal about Red.
Red didn't want her to enjoy it. He only wanted to hurt her.
"Fuck her faster," Red said. "Faster."
Both boys began driving their cocks into her like they were trying to tear her completely apart. She no longer felt the hot fiery pain in her asshole, but she didn't feel good.
"Take it easy," she begged them, "Take it easy. I'll like it if you take it easy."
"Who the fuck cares if you like it," Red said.
This was different thaw it had been with David. These two boys weren't demanding that she enjoy it. They didn't care if she enjoyed it or not. They didn't care about her. Not even a little bit. And she couldn't make them slow down enough so that she could catch up with them.
"Christ," Joey groaned. "I think I'm coming. I'm going to fucking come. Jeusssss!"
"Me too," Red shouted. "Me too, me too, ahhhhh, I'm going to fucking come, too. Jesus, she's tight. Me tooooooo!"
Then there was the ultimate humiliation because she felt her body responding to their brutal thrusts. She felt the excitement going through her body again. She tried to fight it but she couldn't. A few minutes more of their brutal fucking and she would have come.
But the boys had no more to give her. They emptied their cocks into her pussy and ass and they fell away from her. Her body was jerking with heat, but she couldn't get any satisfaction.
"Please," she said to Red.
"Please what?" Red said.
"I need something."
"You bitch," Red said. "You fucking bitch. Maybe if you clean my cock I'll give you something."
She looked at his cock and remembered where it had been and she shook her head.
"You will, bitch," he said.
He grabbed her head and pulled her face into his crotch and she had to do what he told her, even though she knew she was going to be sick any minute. She cleaned his cock with her tongue and then she sucked it to near hardness again.
"Well," Red said. "The little bitch is getting it hard again. She's got a good mouth."
She raised her head. She could feel her pussy burning. "Please."
"Please what?" Red asked, grinning. "Beg me, bitch. Tell me what you want."
She swallowed the last bit of her pride.
"Please fuck me," she said. "I need your cock. Please fuck me. I need a cock in my cunt."
"You pussy-faced bitch," he said. "I wouldn't waste any more of my cock on you. I'm going to take this hard-on to the girl at the coffee shop in town. She'll know how to take care of it."
She looked at him in horror as she realized what he was saying to her. She tried to kiss his cock again but he knocked her away. Then Joey kicked her. She felt bruised and sick at her stomach. Joey picked her clothes up and took them with them.
"Leave my clothes," she begged them.
"Shut the fuck up," Red said.
They got into their car laughing and they drove away, leaving her naked and abused. And feeling degraded.
CHAPTER TEN
"I think my father needs some cheering up, Marsha," Judy Williams said.
"He seems to be very unhappy," Marsha said, "but we'll feel better when your mother is released from the hospital."
"What Daddy needs is a good fucking," Judy insisted.
"I think you're out of your mind," Marsha said.
"No, I'm not," Judy said. "Look, Marsha, it's not just because of Nancy. He feels bad because of what he did to those boys. I never thought he had that kind of anger in him."
"I didn't either," Marsha admitted. And Marsha also had to admit to a strange new interest in Mark. She had looked at one of the boys after Mark had done with, them. The red-headed one. At that time they were putting him in the ambulance. He was a mess. It would be a long time before they let him out of the hospital and even then he wouldn't be the same.
"He feels bad now," Judy said. "He feels less than human. You could help cheer him up."
"How would I help cheer him up?"
"Don't act, Marsha. You know how to cheer a man up. Raise up your skirts for him. He'll love you for it."
Marsha had started to blush furiously. "You're going to be late for school."
"Okay, I'm leaving," Judy said. "But think about what I told you. He's out in the barn. And he really does need cheering up."
Marsha found him in the barn and she nearly lost her courage. Mark hadn't been eating right for the week that Nancy had been in the hospital. Already he was losing some of the flab around his middle. He had his shirt off and now Marsha could see some of the strength that she'd never known he had.
"Judy's gone to school," she said.
"She is," Mark said. "That's fine. Thank you, Marsha."
"You've got to quit thinking about it," Marsha said. "Nancy's going to be all right. Everything will be the same."
"No," Mark said. "Nothing will ever be the same."
He seemed to look at her for the first time and she noticed a flicker of interest in his eyes. He had never seen her dressed like this before. He had never known what a healthy pink woman Marsha was.
"Come into the house," Marsha insisted. "I'll find a cold beer for you."
"All right," he said.
He acted a little listless as he walked to the house. She took his hand and he didn't seem to notice. Neither did he notice when she led him into her small bedroom and made him sit down at the edge of her bed.
He sipped at the beer and looked around him for the first time. "This is your bedroom. I've never been in your bedroom before."
"We'll have to make it more often," Marsha suggested.
She knew her soft voice sounded inviting. So did the creamy thigh she rubbed against him as she sat down beside him. She also knew that poor Mark wasn't sure of himself. She would have to make the first move, seduce him as she had done to David.
And she knew she wanted to. It wasn't just something she was doing for Mark. She wanted him. She could feel a faint flush all over her body. And a hungry heat between her thighs.
She wanted to fuck Mark. She put her hand on his thigh and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze.
"Do you think I'm attractive, Mark?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I think you're pretty."
"Would you like to kiss me?"
He looked shocked. She kept her hand on his thigh and she didn't give him time to answer. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his. His lips felt hard and cold, at first, but then she felt the warmth come to them.
Then she felt his hand on her tits. She was surprised. She had never expected him to act that fast. But his hands groped her tits through the halter top.
"Let me take this off," she whispered.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the halter top. She peeled it off and his hands cupped her bare flesh. She shivered. It felt so good. She had not expected it to feel this good. His big rough hands fondled her titty-flesh brutally, but she could feel the heat spreading through her body.