“Please… Pete… take me into the bushes. Don’t… do it here,” she pleaded up at him, tearfully.
Pete only chuckled crudely, and Harold egged him on by saying, “C’mon, boy. Can’t you see how bad she wants you? “Lick the little whore’s fucking honey-pot right now!”
A convulsive spasm jerked her body as his lips pressed against the naked plane of her open vagina. She cried out from his touch, but the sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, paralyzing her brain. His slobbering tongue lapped the pink, blood-pumped vulva, parting her pubic hair, snaking into the crack of her moist, protesting pussy.
A cheer went up from the spectators, and another shudder ran through Patty as he came in contact with her trembling clitoris. She felt his rough, knobby fingers clamp against her thighs and force them yet wider, and she looked down between her breasts at him, her eyes widened in terror at seeing him hunched on all fours like some ravaging beast. He came up for air and grinned lewdly at her, his mouth and cheeks one glistening area of wetness, and then he licked his lips and fell again on her defenseless crotch, devouring it as though it was a victim of a preying animal.
Patty tried to lie motionless, the grinning faces, the throbbing cocks around her all waiting their turn, gone from her vision as she blotted them out of her mind. But then Pete exposed her pink-tinged slit with his thumbs, bringing oohhs and aaghs and harsh, sucked-in breaths from the men and again she had to look, and again she saw him drop his head and bury the full length of his slippery tongue into the warm, throbbing walls of her pussy.
She ground her buttocks into the grass, whimpering wildly under his depraved assault. Then he nibbled the erect bud of her clitoris with his sharp teeth, drawing her tingling bud of eroticism into his mouth to suck on it and roll it around with his tongue. She cried out and with a horrified expression, she saw the nightmare of him rolling his head from side to side in her cunt, in time to the chants and clappings of the crowd who were clamoring for more.
It can’t be! It can’t be! she groaned over and over to herself in pagan humiliation, the moonlight streaming down to highlight her wretched predicament, to pinpoint the man who was flailing wildly into her cunt with his spearing tongue. Dear God! I have to fight this with all my might! I mustn’t succumb to myself, even though I must to them!
But as Pete’s sucking tongue snaked lizard-like into her straining cunt, burrowing like a jackrabbit in the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina, her betraying hips again for the second time tonight began to respond involuntarily, and a flickering fire of wanton emotion began to spark within her womb. Tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to purl down in her belly and her ripe breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting of her lower body. Fire was rapidly replacing revulsion… she had never felt so subjugated so debauched in all her life, even back there with three of them on her at once. And wasn’t this what she had hoped for when she came to the party? Demons danced wickedly along her skin, and her soft flesh quivered desperately to quell the searing, hot lashes which licked maddeningly at her naked body. And her desperate, subconscious cries of help to the Almighty went unheeded, the fire roaring out of control. She saw in blurred vision the head of Rick Renault nod in triumph at her lewd surrender, felt her fingers hook like talons around the gleaming skull of Fugazi, and felt a low, soul searing moan rasping from her dry throat.
She ground her cunt up to his face, pulling him over her in an attempt to get his cock to jam itself in her pussy, for his maddening lickings had made her want his penis like a woman possessed. And then Renault was there, his face above hers, his own cock jutting from his kneeling body above her. Forgotten was her debasement, her shame, her fears, for the devils danced and she needed but one thing now a cock… any cock… but cock it had to be! Renault grinned and he yanked Fugazi off her. “I want to fuck her, Pete. I’m going to cum right now, all over the place if I don’t shove it inside her.”
“Put in a stroke for me,” Fugazi growled, but he rolled aside and then Renault was on Patty, kissing her lips and nose and neck while her tongue slavered over his victoriously grinning face. Then she reached between them and guided his thin penis, its blood-filled head a questing rodent of its own, into the now gaping gorge of her cunt. He smashed down on her, making her emit a deep groan as her buttocks were ground hard down into the earth. He levered up, ramming his familiar cock as far as possible into her clasping, hungered vagina. His balls smacked loudly against her upturned ass, his hard, hairy stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
She strained against him, wanting more, much more of him inside that insane cuntal passage she possessed. “Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper, old man!” she screamed frantically. She clutched at the cheeks of his driving buttocks and drove his prick into her. “Oh Christ, you’re not enough!” she wailed. You’re not enough!”
The Laufgren brothers laughed at this, and jibbed Renault at not being man enough. Renault, his face contorted with a mixture of lust and fury, crammed his tongue into Patty’s mouth in an effort to compensate, the saliva drooling down her chin unheeded. Rabidly, she sucked on it, her body caught in the convulsive vortex of naked, raw passion. She could not, did not want to fathom why she was as venerous as this… but she was. Cock! Cock! That was all; she had to have cock!
She howled with frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow him greater access to her steaming, gyrating whirlwind of pussy, but he was unable to take full advantage. His lashing weapon drubbed her cunt mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain from him as his pelvis hammered her crotch with brutal, splattering drives, and then he came, groaning with the force of his ejaculation, the sperm drowning the walls of her savage vagina with the hot, scalding milk of his lust.
She bucked beneath him maddeningly trying to bring about her own release, but as he finished the spewing of his obscene seed, she cried out with the subsequent disappointment. Too soon! Too damned soon! She had almost been there, satisfying her tortured cunt, and the peak was within a minute of two of realization. She strained at his deflating rod until he pulled from her wetly clasping hole with a lewd slurping sound. She read fuzzily the surprised look on his face as he rose from her, and she kicked at him to get away, the fire raging uncontrollably.
Then she thrust her crotch in the air, moaning, “More! More!” tears of hunger streaming down her face. She gaped upwards at the night, the torment of her loins clouding any thought of escape. Then she saw Fugazi, the giant Italian fighter, standing like Thor above her, his mighty thunderbolt in his hands. He was stroking its shaft lightly, absolute slut perversion brimming his eyes, and Patty stared with fascination.
His cock was as large as a gargantuan salami, and about the same color. He grinned down at her, waving the hardened spectacle at her, his prick rearing from his thighs like a third leg. Groggily she estimated its size in yardage rather than inches, and the two sperm carrying containers below its base hung like sacks of cement. She was reminded of a giant cannon and two cannon balls ready to roar in belching flames of action.
She jerked her feasting eye from his cock and balls to once more stare up at the circle of faces, her mind dimmed in a manner she could not comprehend, and then she locked her eyes once more on Fugazi’s fantastic fulcrum. She gasped in terror, her mind unable to comprehend that… thing… inside her cunt.
“No… not that, Pete! You mustn’t! It isn’t true! You’re wearing something! That can’t be all yours!”
He laughed, long and hard, and said, “It’s mine, baby. And it’s going to be all yours in a minute, even if I tear you apart!"
The others came closer, leering, sneering, as if to get a bird’s-eye view of the marvel which they were about to see. The Laufgren brothers squatted on either side of her and grasped her ankles, holding them apart and steady. Her delicate, coral slit nestling in the pubic down flowered in full, unrestrained view as she struggled, opening and closing like a mouth of a gulping sea bass, and out of nowhere came a hand to pinch the nipple of her left tit, withdrawing as quickly as it attacked.