Then she felt someone seize her hand and place a cock in it, pressing her fingers snugly around it. She began to jerk and stroke it in mutual tempo, while Pete’s huge prick drubbed her throbbing pussy and the finger pulsated in her heaving anus. Then another penis was put into her left hand… she had cocks, cocks everywhere!
Suddenly Pete rolled his eyes moronically around their sockets and he cried out in a guttural wail. His heavy balls began to force gush after gush of his hot, thick sperm deep into her constricted womb. “No! No! Wait! Wait!” she yelled at him, but again it was too late. She tried to stop his stream by grinding her seething crotch up against his pelvis tightly, but the very nature of her sucking movement defeated her purpose. The desperate grasping of her unsatiated cunt milked him dry, the final dregs of his vast load of cum gurgling deep within her distended belly.
The Laufgren brothers loosened their hold on Patty’s legs and pulled Pete off her still writhing body. A sticky trail of white cum stretched from his uselessly drained and deflating cock across the milky whiteness of her naked thighs, only to be broken as Harold thrust himself upon her, cradling his stiff penis in her squirming cunt like a jackhammer.
Patty jerked upwards to meet him animalistically, his face a blurred nonentity above her as she struggled wildly to achieve the climax she had so far been denied.
“Christ!” Renault exclaimed, his voice only faintly registering in her passion-crazed brain, “Look at her Fuck!”
“You were right, Rick, you sure as hell were right!” came the unmistakably lewd voice of Carter Laufgren.
A shudder of wanton delight surged through her raw, nerve tingling body as their obscene words were heaped upon her helplessness. Her breasts heaved and quivered, and she surged against Harold with her hardened nipples like they were sharp buttons on a skintight coat… until her insane fucking came to a tidal wave cresting, and a searing, indescribable elation roaring through her madly rotating loins, the lips of her hair-lined cunt working and grabbing at his penis, her breath rasping in short, gasps as the lightning bolt of her orgasm jolted her from the top of her skull down to her toenails.
“OOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhh Ggggggggooooooodddddddd!” she wailed, “I’m ccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!” She rapped the cocks in her hands, and they spewed forth their jets of viscid fluid over her hotly naked breasts and belly, dribbling down her ribs and sides like melted vanilla ice cream.
Harold came, his plunging shaft pouring its lust driven load into her quaking womb, and as soon as he was off her, another mounted her, and then another as Patty wallowed in the lewd, mucid pools of their sperm, chastising and debasing herself in her maniacal arousal, her mind a befogged mass of unintelligible cerebration.
Then they ordered her to get on her knees, and they grabbed impatiently at her hips to help. Her head reeled as she got on all fours, and then she felt the first body kneeling behind her open thighs, and she waggled the stretched orbs of her ass as the blunt end of the invader’s cock rammed into the sperm-soaked gash of her cunt. She heard him groan and then thrust again, shoving her forward.
Carter had knelt in front of her and shoved his still wet, semen splattered cock into her gaping mouth, and then he held her head by her hair, and sawed her face savagely. She gagged as he rammed his tool to the back of her throat, her ovalled lips brushing the short, wiry hair of his groin, his balls slapping harshly against her chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the outstroke of his cruel buffeting.
The two men pummeled her body between them, and once more the lustful mental vision of her helplessness made her more excited. The desire deep inside her belly became a rabid torrent once more and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a circulating movement, constricting with her cunt muscles at the hot, fleshy, pole burrowing into her. She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to saturate her womb with boiling cum until it spluttered out of her glutted cunt to rivulet down her thighs in a thick, hot mass of sheer sexual abandonment. She sucked insatiably at the stubby penis in her mouth, her cheeks concaving and her tongue swirling. She stabbed the dilated orifice where the sperm would soon be shooting, and she wanted the juice to pour down her gullet and warm her entrails until she was drenched with sperm inside and out.
She got her wish!
At the same time her second climax started, the cock fucking her dog fashion bulged into a crescendo and spurting its creamy hot charge, splashing and shooting violently against her cunt walls, then drizzling back out of her to drip from her saturated vaginal hair. His balls massaged her clitoris causing her to jerk forwards, submerging the prick she was sucking to its very hilt. It roared with sudden discharge, flooding her mouth and throat with the deliciously pungent liquid, bloating her cheeks. She swallowed fast and greedily, clasping her lips together in a tight ring around the prick so as to not lose a single drop. Still, some of his cum managed to dribble down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, snakelike motion to salvage the strings of sticky semen as the limp penis pulled free of her lips with a wet, sucking sound.
Patty skewered her ass back savagely onto the still spurting cock in her cunt and with a wail from between her gnashing teeth, she felt her own body explode in a burst of showering stars. Her body writhed in the racking, agonizing ecstasy that sent her whirling madly into outer space. Then she felt the clouds roll over her and she fell forward on her face and merciful oblivion overtook her.
Chapter 9
As she awoke, the sun was just beginning to lighten the early morning sky. She was alone, and the garden was deathly quiet, and at first she had trouble orienting herself as to where she was. She somehow staggered to her feet, and as she did, a small shower of pictures shed from her head and shoulders like a rain of filth. It took only one cursory glance to tell her that the photos were the ones she had bargained her body for, and that she had been successful in saving Marcia from exposure.
She collected them with a dazed, almost incoherent mind, the muscles and ligaments of her torn and battered body a mass of pain as she bent over to pick them up. She staggered back to the house and found it deserted, except for the houseboy who was asleep in his little bedroom off the library. Her dress was miraculously where she had left it, in the bedroom where she had been feathered by Renault, and slowly, agonizingly she dressed and cleaned herself up a bit.
She went straight to bed when she arrived at Marcia’s house an hour later, and stared at the flowered pattern on the wallpaper. She knew that she had been fucked by God only knew how many men long after she had passed out, even though she obviously couldn’t remember it, been treated like a cold corpse under necrophiliac pummeling.
Her mind was the degraded, humiliated, something less than human object it had been the day before, and she was totally unconcerned whether she lived or died. She was aware that even though her ravished, battered, and bruised body would heal physically, she doubted that anything could ever eliminate the horrible mental injury she had.
She tried to shake the memory of the savage assaults made upon her last night, but then she would remember the pictures and that she has allowed such viciousness to be done to her, and she convulsed in tremors… She should have been filled with repugnance and loathing, but instead she had to admit that she had been an integral part of the action, enjoying and pleading for more and more and more. Oh God! The appalling truth of her debauched personality was too much to bear!
Suicide… yes, she had to kill this horrid creature before it infected others… it wasn’t suicide, it was more of euthanasia, for it would be merciful to end the suffering and torment she was flooded with. Yet there was still a message in the back of her mind which said to live, not die. Perhaps it was the last vestige of her pride, or her stubborn, determined resolve not to let her failure be taken as total defeat. The dim, dazed recesses of her brain fought desperately for survival.