She was moving backwards to meet each forward thrust into her buttocks and grinding down to take the thrusts up into her cunt. She undulated, swinging her pelvis and buttocks in small rotating circles: clasping one rod tightly with a slight throb of her rectum as it withdrew on the back stroke, opening to take it on the in stroke; cunt-gripping the other rod sliding so hot and satisfyingly past her clitoris into the molten depths of her vagina. Doubly impaled through her two holes so close together that the only part of her lower body she could move was her hips and buttocks and these she moved like a female demon, sweating as she rode up and down with a rotating movement that was bringing both their pulsating members toward a simultaneously gushing explosion.
Hugh felt her head begin to thrash from side to side. He lifted it so that he could suck at her slack mouth, tonguing and biting at her lower lip. He could see from her glazed eyes that she hungered for satisfaction in her buttocks as well as her cunt. Her body bucking and churning now as the fires of mounting lust enlivened her, he sensed that she was drawing to a climax, bringing his inflated cock to an even more excited state. Her cunt was pleading for more, and he shoved hard up to satisfy it, feeling the nearness of Sludgie's weapon pistoning faster and faster, Hugh's balls awash with the juices flowing from her cunt. The girl was moaning as though in a trance as both cocks rammed rapidly into her, hard and deep.
It was too much for Hugh. He couldn't contain himself any longer and with one mighty upward thrust his penis-head's slit opened to gush out his cum hotly against her cervix. Wildly he yelled his completion as her body thumped down on him, tossed by a mighty thrust from Jim's great pole.
"More, Hugh, more. Keep fucking my cunt," he heard her begging him, trying to balance the mad, excruciating cuntal and anal excitement filling her body with a lust she didn't believe possible. But Hugh was finished. He had drained his balls, and his cock sucked slowly back out of the wetly voracious vagina. He was also suddenly conscious of the weight of both the girl and of Jim leaning over her back. He eased himself from beneath them, staggered to the bathroom and then went to the bedroom to collapse on the other side of Jenny.
Tiger was sound asleep but Jenny was lying, legs wide apart, her hand gripping the end of the vibrator buzzing deep inside her.
"Turn that thing off," he said, lying on his back. "I want some sleep."
"Just one more, Hugh. I'm having number twenty. Oh, oh, oh… aaaaggghhhh." With a final satisfied moan she switched off the vibrator and turned towards him, lifting a long leg over his and nestling up, her breasts against his side.
"Wake me at ten," she sighed. "Have to go to Melbourne tomorrow. Is Linda all right?"
"Having the time of her life," he yawned.
And it was true; the blonde teenage girl was enjoying her ass-fuck as much as she had the cunt-fuck. She was lying flat on her stomach, now, legs apart, with her hand underneath so that she could finger her clitoris while Jim rammed into her fully distended anal passage. She quickly brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, as Jim could tell by the increasing loudness of her groaning. She had wanted to reach this long drawn-out climax with them both in her, and now that her cunt was emptied of stiff flesh some of the pleasure she'd received from her rear hole was diminishing. As she started to cum the threatening storm broke outside, thunder crashing after lightning flashes heavy rain pelting against the window panes.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned in a perverse mixture of pain and pleasure, cumming while he thrust and slapped his big sac against the fingers in her cunt giving their last caress to her clitoris. "Aaaaggggghhhh!" This half-groan, half-scream was a reaction to the finality of her own desires and the agony of the giant tormenting staff swelling even larger as it was about to blow. It was stretching the muscles of her anus beyond belief. Yet with masochistic pleasure and uncontrollable desire her buttocks ground back against his sweating pelvis, thick with wet pubic hairs. The whole length of her crack felt hot and painful, the heat inside her anal depths searing with increasing pain.
Lifting her waist up as his member swelled for the final thrust, Sludge-Pump was gasping out incoherent obscenities in a spluttering groan. He flung himself forward with a mighty shove that almost tore through the walls of her quivering rectum, and with an enormous shudder, he shot his hotly thick cum in spurting wave after wave into the depths of her rectal cavern. She was transfixed, bent in front of him, buttocks swaying against his weight, then in an instinctive reaction to his orgasm, she pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm far up her anal passage, filling her until she felt her belly swelling with it.
He collapsed grunting over her back, pressing her deeply into the couch. She was barely conscious when he began to withdraw the frightful length of his satiated flesh, looking down to see the inflamed head emerge with a wet sucking sound, the pink insides of her anus showing clearly as the opening puckered out when the puffed head of his member withdrew. There was sufficient consciousness remaining in her to know that she was now totally debauched, lower than the whores she had previously despised. As she blacked out into merciful oblivion she thought that there was nothing more they could do to her now. She would let them fuck her. She would suck them off. Her body wanted it, now.
Jim Yates stood by the couch staring stupidly down at the most beautiful girl he'd ever fucked. I don't want to fuck her cunt while she's unconscious, he thought. Plenty of time tomorrow. He dressed carelessly and staggered out of the apartment, drunkenly tripping over Jenny's hi-fi set on the floor. Cursing, he lurched out into the night and swayed along the promenade to his seedy hotel.
CHAPTER TEN
No one stirred until noon. Billy awakened first and rose stiffly from the chair he had slept in; he went to the kitchen where he opened the inevitable cold can of beer and found a cigarette. He didn't see Linda's nude form on the couch until he returned to the living room, searching for his shorts. What I need is a quick run into the sea, he decided, to give me an appetite for breakfast. However, seeing the young girl innocently sleeping and no one else around brought his cock rising up, his balls tightening. He lit the cigarette and crept over to Linda's still body but stopped short as he noticed the smashed record player.
I wonder who broke it, he mused, taking a long swig at his beer. Wouldn't be Hugh or Tiger, and certainly not Jenny – must have been bloody old Sludgie! Where in the fuckin' hell is everybody? Opening the bedroom door he found Hugh and Tiger asleep, their arms crossed over Jenny.
He wakened them, brought cold beers and told them of finding the wreckage that had once been a record player. Jenny quickly tumbled out of bed to view the damage, giving a kissing suck to Hugh's cock in the nerve-tingling section just below the head as she went. I'm turned on to men's cocks now! she told Hugh merrily, although she avoided Billy's pass as she rushed out to waken Linda. However, her good humor evaporated at the sight of the wrecked record player – she was furious. Irritably she shook Linda into consciousness, led her to the bathroom and went back to question the life savers sitting on the bed having their first beer of the day. She soon discovered that Sludge-Pump Yates was the last one fucking Linda: it was him all right, the others agreed.