Oh God! She was fucking like a bitch in heat. But she couldn't stop it, she couldn't quench this perversely satisfying desire spreading throughout her body. Her warmly wet cuntal muscles tightened convulsively around Hugh's cock driving in and out faster now, like a piston, exquisitely exciting every tissue, despite the pain – or perhaps increased by it – every nerve in that feverish cunt of hers, the cunt that somehow was more important to her after those "fun and games" with Jenny.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she muttered mindlessly, backing up to Hugh's thrusts, "Oh fuck me, Hugh." Neither of the young surfers could understand what she was saying, since her mouth was almost filled with Billy's hammering cock, but they could tell by the excitedly pleading tone of her voice that she was no longer fighting them. And her actions betrayed her awakening hunger, also. Pushing herself up on her hands to enable her body to respond all the more easily in this strange and erotic position, she welcomed the insanely kneading fingers of both Hugh and Billy digging into her firmly hanging breasts. She could feel Hugh's lust-bloated balls slapping against her anus as his rasping rod moved in and out of her swollen vaginal lips.
"I don't know what she was cryin' about," panted Billy, ramming his cock deep into her throat. "She fucks like she's done nothin' else since she was ten."
A wave of disgust for these sweating animals who thought they could use her body as an object, as though she had no personality at all, swept over her and she tried to swerve her face away from Billy's jabbing cock.
"I think we might have to revive 'Sludge-Pump' and untie him," Billy said leeringly. "Might teach this young 'un to behave."
"No, oh no," Linda moaned. "I'll do anything." The thought of Jim's abnormal member had an immediate effect of frightening her despite the demands of her body to fuck harder and longer with Hugh.
"Come on, you hot bitch," Billy yelled and lifted her face to receive his mouth clammily against her lips. Her body was rocking back and forth, she surrendered her mouth to his, letting his tongue probe in. As soon as he felt her mouth slacken he pulled away. "OK get your mouth back around my cock, and suck as though you really mean it," he ordered.
Without a murmur she bowed her head in a cave of long blonde hair, closing her eyes as her mouth slowly filled with the head of Billy's throbbing cock. His fist was still around it, rubbing so that droplets of his lubricating juices dribbled in little bursts into her mouth. The last departing defensive thoughts left her mind empty except for the message of sex coming from all over her body, from her buttocks brushed by Hugh's hairy belly, the sheer thrilling excitement in her cunt, the feel of Hugh's chest across her back, the massaging of her breasts and the throbbing lust of the wet cock in her mouth.
The climactic feeling she had experienced with Jenny was building up again in her brain like a bubble about to burst. The early tightness she felt disappeared as her cunt opened in welcome, as the juices flowed and the nerves sent thrilling messages of satisfaction to her sex-obsessed mind. Somehow she associated the cock in her mouth with the cock in her cunt: the sucking and fucking were a completeness.
There was no doubt that the unfortunate girl was not only drugged with narcotic and alcohol, she was reduced to animal abandonment by the drug of over-sexed lust. The more her clitoris palpitatingly welcomed the mindlessly grinding shaft of hotly hard flesh, the more her belly stirred, engendering a lustful heat in her breasts, her mouth, in every cell of her body.
She moved her weight from her hands by leaning a shoulder into Billy: she wanted to hold his cock, to push his pumping hand away so she could squeeze and massage it herself while she sucked above at its head. Billy was happy to let her take over the whole works, lying back with his head at the rear of the couch, smiling lewdly as he looked down on that blonde heap of hair covering his cock and balls. Jesus, what a mover! What a Goddamned fuck-hot bitch she is! Her fingers were wetly slithering up and down, up and down, tightly gripped around his hard cock, while her head bobbed up and down to keep the head of his monster moving in and out of her mouth. What a beauty! What a mad, raving drunken Yankee bitch she is. He'd get fifty dollars a time for her from his pals at the Surf Club, if Hugh would agree to the deal. His degenerate mind worked at this new opportunity to earn easy money. Christ! We could make a couple of hundred dollars a day easily with this luscious blonde angel. Some of those horny bastards at the club would pay plenty to have a go at a girl of fifteen, for the first time in their lives… I know some rich old jokers in Brisbane who'd pay a thousand for her! No use thinking of that, he mused, reaching out to grip the bobbing blonde head; once she leaves this joint a man would be a mug to be seen within a mile of her! One squeak from her and we'd all be in the clink.
The orgasm-crazed girl abandoned herself completely to the slowly mounting explosion within her. She wanted the feeling to linger forever, at the same time wanting it to accelerate, to blow herself apart into a gaseous cloud of pulsating fuck that would float forever in a heavenly sky. Weird colors and shapes formed in her head. She dripped with sweat, Hugh's hands slid across her dancing breasts, she droolingly sucked harder and faster, and ground her buttocks in a circular motion against that virile cock ramming regularly and so deeply within her, her expanded cunt hungrily contracting, sucking and wanting more and more of it. And Hugh responded, rising up on his knees to hold her small young waist in a tight grip and to frenziedly ram in long, swiftly deep strokes, his cum-filled cock, its glans irritated so much his body shook with a maniacal effort to satisfy the eager cunt thirstily sucking for more.
He was so engrossed in his attempt to devastatingly ravish the gorgeous creature writhing beneath him, he didn't notice the movement in a far corner of the room where "Sludge-Pump" Yates was coming out of his coma. Billy saw him dazedly sitting up to stare around the room, fixing his eyes on the debauch on the couch then looking down at his carelessly bound wrists. He had not been properly tied up: it was only a temporary measure to keep him quiet. He looked about for the other girl. Where was she? He looked behind him and saw the bedroom door closed and heard the grunting and moaning emanating from inside. Billy smiled at him, indicating with a silent movement of his head that it might be a great idea if he forgot about the young blonde for awhile and concentrated on helping Tiger. He watched with amazement as Jim's huge member stiffened even as he shook off the cords around his wrists. Jesus! he chortled to himself, wait till that lesbian bitch gets a cuntful of that! He was right on the verge of cumming himself, stretching his body back to raise his cock farther up to that wildly bobbing head of massed blonde hair.
But he was disappointed. She was doing her own thing, exploding in a loud drawn-out moan, cumming with Hugh whose eyes were glazing over as he went into a mighty orgasm.
"Fuck harder, fuck harder… harder," Linda groaned, lifting her face forcibly from Billy's cock. "Quicker, quicker, please. Oh please fuck me quicker," she begged. She was exploding into orgasm after orgasm, spasm after spasm was shaking her sex-wracked body. She thought it would never end, this frantic convulsion bringing every muscle in her body into action, tightening and contracting so that she bent double, resisting Billy's efforts to pull her head back to his wetly unsatisfied cock. She reached behind her to pull Hugh's thighs tighter towards her as she felt his hot sperm shooting deep inside her, pumping and jetting from his quivering shaft. She heard his animal yell of triumph as the hot cum squirted in bursts from his loins, filling her belly and mixing with her own sticky cuntal fluid. Her cunt was overflowing; she could feel a hot wetness oozing out and running in tiny rivulets down the soft inside of her shaking thighs to her knees.