Behind her Cash could sense himself building towards climax. He knew it would come soon, and so he began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his driving hips.
He grasped hard at the warmly-fleshed curve of her waist, kneading the soft resiliency with spasmodic contractions of his fingers and hands. His mouth wrenched and his lips bared back, and he began emitting long gurgling groans from deep within his throat. The sight of Pop's long white cock snaking into the girl's moistly clasping young mouth drove him on to more rapid locomotive-like thrusts that sent his huge member tunneling through the moist pink flanges of her cunt and up into the hollow dampness of her virginal womb. He could see the length of his semen-inflated shaft slide almost completely out of her and then slip effortlessly back in, accompanied by the slap of the hard flesh of his abdomen against the tight-clenched cheeks of her beautiful little ass.
Suddenly he felt what seemed to be a rise of several degrees in the temperature of her vaginal heat, accompanied by an almost imperceptible twitch of her previously passive cuntal walls.
"Damn, damn…" he groaned, then grinned. It was about time the little bitch was getting with it. Christ, for a moment there he thought she was going to remain Miss Frigid Bitch in spite of her obvious earlier enjoyment when he had gone down on her. Even as he was thinking about it, her deeper vaginal muscles suddenly – almost as if they were bashful or she didn't know how to use them – began to massage the long sensitive length of his cock; he could feel the abrupt tugging on the huge swollen head of his penis, as if she were trying to pull him in a bit further. At the same time, he noticed a difference in Pop whose eyes had suddenly closed in rapture. The kneeling girl had raised one hand and cupped the old man's heavily sagging scrotum; she weighed the sac of balls as though evaluating them, then began slowly and lovingly massaging them. Pop's loud groan of pleasure was contrasted by her low mewl of wanton delight.
Without warning, Ellen's wildly milking cuntal walls took control from him; she began a rhythmic pulsation that rubbed and squeezed the entire length of his wetly glistening shaft and made him feel as though his cock was being held in a tightly grasping velvet glove that flexed and unflexed with maddening intensity.
"Oh… Christ!" he shouted, and then his voice was oddly gentle as he said, "come on, baby. Cum… cum with me. You can… cum on… cum on… cum on…"
As he plunged his rapidly ballooning cock into her from behind he could feel the sac of his sperm-laden balls tighten and slap against the smooth crevice between her legs, sending lewd surges of pleasure up his hot distended shaft. He worked demon-like over her, his eyes coursing up her nakedly arched body until they came to rest on her tightly compressed lips ovalled around the long thick penis of the old man in front. Damn, the hot little bitch was sucking Pop's cock as though she couldn't get enough of it, bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth while soft mewls of pleasure erupted obscenely from her throat.
Ellen worked in a daze trying to please both men – no longer afraid of them – only wanting the build up of pleasure in her own heated loins to continue. She wetly clasped her lips in an elastic ring around the jerking instrument and eagerly swirled her tongue around the throbbing head. Now there were only three things that existed in this world of torture, total humiliation and wild sensation; the two powerfully pulsating cocks ramming into her, and her own electrifying discovery that deep within her womb Cash's heated shaft of lust was bringing a new and totally different sensation – a sensation that promised fulfillment for the first time in her life.
With a wanton eagerness that surprised all three convicts, she began trying with all her might to bring the two hotly pulsating rods to a final raging climax that would once and for all quench their insatiable desires… and her own. Pop groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with crude pleasure the wetly ovalled lips straining at his saliva-gleaming cock as though it were a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a starving child. God!
The old man was pushing his cock into her tightly stretched mouth as though he were a madman, and suddenly the young girl felt a new pressure assault her breasts. Vito, unable to hold himself back any longer, began kneading and cupping his hands against her dancing white orbs that hung beneath her lewdly writhing torso. Almost tentatively at first, and then with a vicious pressure, he clasped the tenderly erect nipples so tightly that periodically her mind was jerked from the ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.
Ellen's lips puckered and drew more voraciously at the gigantic rubbery instrument thrust between her lips. She licked and sucked like a madwoman at the wildly throbbing head embedded in her mouth; her tongue was covered with a silky saliva that intermingled with the small emission of warm pre-ejaculate that seeped from the end of the old man's cock into the warm moist depths of her throat. She could feel his hips begin an undulating movement as he raised his wildly thrusting buttocks towards her face and, instinctively knowing what he wanted – what was about to happen – she found herself bobbing her head down to meet his smooth thrusts, clasping and unclasping her wet young lips over the hotly swollen head until she had sucked it deep inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. The old man's thick fingers moved sensually up and tangled with her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the rubbery intrusion as though it were another wet little cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his incredible lust. His cock was growing, its size seemed to increase with each swipe of her tongue against the sensitive underside, and for some reason this seemed to incite her to suck harder. The young blonde groaned in abandon as the hard length wormed forward, its tip striking softly at her tonsils as though it were trying to plunge into her stomach and meet the other ravishing instrument that was snaking into her gratefully receiving vagina from behind.
There was utterly nothing now, nothing but her desire to please these two pleasure-giving men any way she could… and bring that vaguely promised fulfillment to her own love-starved loins. Although she hated herself and her traitorous body, her previous inhibitions and morality could not override the intense emotional and physical storm that was devastating her young body. One part of her exulted – that part in command of her muscles and body. The other part consisted of the shrill silent screams of outrage and protest coming from her mind at what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Her mind told her that she had never been so completely soiled and humiliated in her whole life. And above all her own recriminations, she wanted to shriek in ecstasy, "Fuck me… fuck me!" for her volatile cunt had suddenly ignited, and she could feel every wonderful thrust of Cash's hot marauding cock stroking blissfully in and pulling thrillingly out of her wetly clasping femaledom.
She sucked to please… she fucked to please… and she hoped they would continue their wild battering of her body forever.
The old man in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his wildly jerking cock deep down into her gasping throat. She tried to breathe but she was smothered by the press of his stomach against her face, and suddenly her tortured gasping was cut short by the eruption of his madly throbbing penis inside her warm sucking mouth. Strange incoherent sounds rolled from his sputtering lips while at the same time his long thick cock spewed forth its hot whiteness, exploding like a roman candle, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, hungrily now, her voraciously milking lips clasping and unclasping in response to each spurt of the burst-open cudgel. She wantonly drank the thickly heated essence of his manhood for what seemed to be an eternity.