She felt like she was coming up from under water. And then, at that moment, she realized once more that another cock remained inserted in her flesh, the one in her cunt!
"Oooooh," she bleated in total shame and humiliation as the debasement became perfectly clear and etched in her frightened abused consciousness. "Ooooh, fuuucccccckkkk!"
"Yeah," grunted Larry Hanger, sitting back with a look of satisfaction on his face, "fuck! That's the whole idea, honey-fuck… fuck… fuck…!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angela Heet knelt beside Cindy Hanger and Ken Atwell. She watched intensely as Ken continued to jam his cock in and out of the young, inhibited bride's pussy. Angela could even see where Ken's thick-headed prick speared into the puckering pink ravaged lips of her friend's vagina.
"You're really gettin' her good, Ken," said the younger girl unashamedly. "Looks to me like our idea about training this girl is gonna be a big success!"
As she spoke, Angela put a hand down between her legs and located her own hot labia. She stuck one finger between the lips of her cunt and rolled her finger from side to side, delicately but quickly bringing her clitoris to a super-heated high. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and became quickly glazed as she began to self-masturbate in rhythm to the spectacle of Ken and Cindy on the floor in front of her.
"I just love to watch my friends fucking," she hissed with flared nostrils and wide open dilated eyes. She flopped down on the floor with her legs widespread, and in this sitting position she fondled her breasts with one hand and continued fucking her cunt with the other. "Oooh, yeah," she drooled with lecherous intent etched on her fine-featured face, "this is the best!" Her eyes were glued to Cindy's young, hotly responding body. Merely the idea of fucking was enough to turn on the lecherous blonde Angela, so getting to see her friend Cindy actually fucking was like a superaphrodisiac! It turned the dance girl on so much that she could hardly control herself.
She began wildly pumping her finger in and out of her cunt until her overdeveloped clitoris and mushroom brown nipple caps were so large that it was blatantly obvious she was going to have a cum.
"It makes me… HOT!" she blurted, closing her eyes for an instant to enjoy the sweet pleasure her pumping fingers were giving herself. "It makes me sooooo hot!"
"Don't you want maybe one of us to help you out?" suggested Ken between strokes of his cock into Cindy's pussy. "Wouldn't you like maybe for Larry or me to do that for you?" He was referring to the stimulating she was doing in her own pussy.
"Naw," she said, "I know just how to do it. Matter of fact, I bet I could get that little bitch friend of mine hotter faster than you could any day!"
Larry debated the thought that occurred to him next, and then he pulled his prick out of Cindy's pussy and laid off of her. The young voluptuous bride nearly died with relief, for this was the first moment in what seemed like an eternity that a cock was not buried somewhere in her flesh. "Oooh, thank you," she moaned, "thank you… thank you… oooooohhhh it feels so nice now…"
But before she could gain much relief from this sudden change of events, Angela Heet was upon her! The turned-on experienced blonde climbed down between her friend's legs to the place where only an instant before Ken Atwell's cock had been digging in, and she splayed out Cindy's pussy with two fingers and dove for the pink glistening flesh of the young bride's cunt!
"Ahhhhhhh, Angela, noooooooo… nooooo more!" cried Cindy Hanger. "Pleeeezzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeee… nooooooooooo!"
But despite her protests and her wriggling and her squirming-Ken Atwell had taken to holding her arms-the young bride could barely escape this new onslaught of lechery upon her vagina. Angela's tongue was like a long soft penis, quickly darting here and there around her clitoris, knowingly stimulating every available hot spot of her cunt. "You're killing me," cried Cindy, "you're killing me with your… tongue!"
Angela's fingers slipped under the young bride's rump and crushed Cindy's two full buttocks. She squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of the voluptuous girl's asscheeks while simultaneously applying long licking strokes of her tongue to the inside of Cindy's pussy.
"Ooooh… ooooh… aaaahhhh," moaned the helpless, young girl, unable to prevent the delicious sucking of her vagina. In her mind she was unable to stop the loud voice that screamed at her, You are a whore now… a no good little slut… These people have defiled you completely… You will never again have any respect… Your husband despises you and that is why he has disdainfully fucked your body into oblivion through these other people… You are a tramp, Cindy Hanger… a no good little fuck-suck tramp!
It wasn't but a moment later when she felt her body-despite the guttural voice of her horrible conscience-responding with huge heaving upward movements, her cunt practically reaching out and trying to grab more and more of that deliciously licking tongue… her buttocks wishing for -more of that hot rubbing and squeezing that Angela Heet's fingers were performing!
"Noooo!" bleated the young abused bride, her voice and her scream contradictory with the inner drives of her excited aroused body. "Noooo, please!"
Cindy's angry husband now kneeled close at hand, and while Ken Atwell, his prick still stiff and glistening from the fucking he'd been doing in the bride's cunt, held her arms, her husband reached out and began to fondle her breasts. So it was that the young voluptuous innocent girl came to find herself with no less than three people actively involved in stimulating and arousing her body: Ken held her arms, Larry rubbed her breasts, and Angela was busily licking her vagina. It was more than she could successfully withstand. A steady raging heat began to burn in her ravished loins, and she pumped with more and more abandon at the hotly licking tongue drilling deeply now into her cuntal sheath. She pressed her breasts upwards at the stimulating fingers which squeezed and massaged her lust-wracked nipples, and there seemed to be no way for her humiliated flesh to deny the incredible chills and heat coursing through her veins! "Aaaaahhhh, shit," she moaned, the hot tears of humiliating submission beginning to well up in her eyes as her body turned on her and gave way to the sense of arousal working on her skin, in her cunt, on her nipples. All over she was feeling that fire… It had spread from her cunt to her thighs… up her belly… and she was burning with hot arousal all over… no longer able to deny that something was happening to her that had never before occurred. Slowly but surely she was giving way… accepting the incredible shameful fucking they were giving her, one and all!
Then there came a voice, soft and clear, as if it came from a thousand miles away in the distance but right next to her ear at the same time: "I think she's ready now. I really do think she's more turned on than ever…"
"Well, we'll see about that," said another voice, one that she thought was familiar to her. Then she rose up out of her fog like state of mind that had set in, and she identified the voice as her husband's. It was as if she'd momentarily slipped away from reality, and now she was back again. "Yeah, look at her," said another voice, the one belonging to the man named Ken. "She's so ready she's itching for it!"