Kim's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her wildly quivering thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty because of the flimsy white panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her buttocks, forcing Klaus behind her to alter his position and follow her madly grinding buttocks to a shallow level. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed painfully tight into the cheeks of her buttocks as he rammed deep inside her and could feel the rough material of his pants pressed harshly against the backs of her trembling young thighs. Topping off the erotic sensations, the bushy pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass… scraping like wildly sensual sandpaper.
She dropped from her elbows to the mattress so that her breasts were squashed tightly against it, and she began to slowly rotate her upper torso. The hard surface of the bed stung her tiny, pinkly taut nipples into a greater hardness as she felt the hotly throbbing cock behind her embedded in its full thick length inside her. The distended spongy head grazed against the sensitive flatness of her cervix, probing deep, deep down where no one ever had before.
Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a stranger fucked her from behind, venting his lust in her delighted vagina, forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees – a lowered flag of her surrender – panties she had bought to wear for her husband on their honeymoon. All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her wantonly aroused young body like a fire out of control. She wanted, needed, to be fucked like this. She wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.
"Up," Klaus was suddenly saying, panting, "Up on the bed."
Kim tried to crawl up on the bed with his cock still buried in her from behind and failed, falling flat. "I… I can't!"
She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air on her tortured loins suddenly freed from the weight of his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only temporary – the pain that had existed before was being replaced by a different pain – that of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while watching Nichole being skewered from behind returned at the same time, only in greater force. Her young body mindlessly followed the dictates of the big German's hands as they coursed over her, removing her clothing.
The remains of her torn panties were pulled hurriedly from her slender tapered calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the dress to be removed over her head. And she heard through the haze of the hashish cigarette, its soft rustle as it was thrown hurriedly on the floor. Magic hands snatched the brassiere away and she could feel a cool rush of air over her whole body now as her large fleshy orbs were freed from their nylon-strap prison. There was nothing else left – she was totally naked except for her black, high-heeled pumps – her sensually quivering white nudity with her contrasting flaming red pussy hair and black high heels was completely at Klaus' mercy.
In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being stripped from the German's body as she trembled nakedly, half in fear and half in impatience. Then… a slight movement of the bed… hot hands searching over her… pulling her thighs apart… wide apart… the mattress sagging slightly from a weight crawling up between her spread legs… urgent fingers parting the wetly eager lips of her throbbing young cent… and suddenly… suddenly, the blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh!
"Aaaaggghhhh!" It was a shriek of pain – a cry of exaltation!
Her naked young body writhed and twitched uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing cock sinking deep into her wildly rejoicing cont. Her face distorted with passion, little bird-like cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly-clenched teeth.
"O – Oh God!" she gasped as Klaus' hands slipped under the full rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them while, at the same time, he strained his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently now and wound her smooth long legs tightly around his naked hips as he thrust into her. The smooth velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid fleshy column, until she could feel every corrugation on his rigidly pulsating cock. This was madness the helplessly aroused young wife had never known – a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her drugged young mind reveled in her wickedness as she wantonly screwed her buttocks up tight against his pelvis until she could feel his sperm-laden balls pressed warmly into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below her vagina; his testicles danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tightly puckered little anus sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends.
There was nothing else in me world; no tomorrow, no Hank, no better person to be, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against naked belly… of cunt against cock.
"Ooooohhhh yes, yes, fuck it hard, daring, fuck it hard! Give it to meeeeeeee!!!" she begged, gasping. She was already approaching an orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human, as she twisted, writhed, and contorted, spreading her wantonly trembling legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heed of her shoes serving as rowels a digging his hard-muscled buttocks.
Kim saw a flash of light as the lamps in the room flicked on and clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish and passion she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, but nothing mattered anymore except that beautifully hard cock ramming into her from above.
"Goddamn," she heard a voice like Ernie's say, "Look at Miss Frigid go."
"I told you to be patient, dear, the hashish and the orgy brought her around just like I said it would. Think you'd like some of that pussy?" It was Nichole and her voice was triumphant.
"Man, is she ever tender! If Klaus doesn't fuck her to death, I will. Let's call in some of the others. We shouldn't leave our hosts out of something this good."
"That's fine with me. I want to see her get screwed within an inch of her life. I want to see her get screwed all night. I'm doing her a favor."
The voice had been Nichole's and now she heard other voices, voices of derision and admiration. She opened her eyes a slit. There were men, naked men, lining up by the bed with erect cocks in their hands. There was Nichole taking pictures of her fucking her head off with Klaus.
Kim shut her eyes, a look of lewd ecstasy moving over her face. Let them! Let them all fuck her! And let them take pictures of her! Let them do every obscene and lewd thing they wanted to do to her. She closed her eyes tight in masochistic rapture: it was going to be a long night, and she was going to fuck them all.
And, God! How happy she was! She would never see any of them again… she could do anything she wanted.
And she wanted to do everything!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Of course, after every night, comes a dawn. After every evening of romance, comes the cold gray morning light to cast a different look upon everything. Even an orgy knows its limits. There comes a time when the flesh is sated. Energy runs out, the muscles grow tired. Passion may still be burning but the conscious mind gives out: all things must rest.
Kim slept as if she bad been drugged. More, she slept like someone stunned by exhaustion. An army could have marched over her bed, and she wouldn't have noticed it. She slept through what remained of the night after the last eager man had ravished her voluptuous young body. She lost count of how many men fucked her, and she woke, late the next day, to find herself alone with a few nakedly sleeping bodies scattered around the room. A young blonde girl, also naked, was asleep in bed with her, and Kim shuddered as a vague recollection came that they had had sex together, and she wanted to weep that she had fallen so low that she would commit any kind of perversion.