And all the time that Trish sucked on his huge cock, she felt rush after boiling rush of climax convulse her body. Soon there was no strength left in her, and she simply collapsed beneath him in total exhaustion. She lay there, enjoying the sensation of having her mouth fucked, reveling in the flavor of piss and cum that Charlie's body exuded, the taste of his cum as he crammed the last few gobs deep into her throat.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, licking and sucking until his cock was emptied of fuck juice. Then she turned her attention to his cock hairs and sucked them clean, as well. Finally, Charlie dropped over onto the bed and lay beside her, his cock against her cheek.
Trish became suddenly aware that she and Charlie were not alone in the room. She looked around quickly and saw Mike sitting across the room in a chair, smiling at her.
When had he come in? Had he been there long enough to see her go berserk with passion and begin pulling against Charlie's ass to force his cock even deeper into her ravenous mouth? Had he watched the cum exploding into her face and the starved way in which she sucked it down? Had he sat there smiling and heard her moans, her pleading grunts, her begging for his friend's cum?
"Hey, Mike, you were right," Charlie said, reaching over and pinching one of her nipples up into an angry reddened nub. "This cunt really does love to suck cocks."
Trish felt her face burn with shame and humiliation. These men had degraded her, had forced her to do whatever they wanted. And the worst humiliation of all was that she knew she loved it… and they knew she loved it. Even now, as Charlie tortured her nipple she could feel the juices stirring in her pussy again.
She looked up at Charlie, hating him, worshipping the maleness of him, the huge cock that had brutalized her but given her so much pleasure at the same time smiled down at her evilly. Somehow, Trish knew they were not finished. But to her horror, she realized that no matter what they asked, she would do it.
"Yeah," Mike agreed, "I thought you might like that. As soon as Greg gets a turn, we'll take her downstairs to the basement and let her get a real workout. Are you done for now?"
"Fuck, no!" Charlie grinned. "I've got plenty more for her."
"All right," Mike said, standing to leave. "I'm gonna go get a drink. Let us know when you're finished."
"What did he mean about the basement?" Trish finally asked after Mike left the room. It was the second time she had heard the basement mentioned, and it had started to taken on a sinister connotation for her.
"Never mind about that," Charlie said. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, you've got more important things to worry about. Do you think that sweet, tight pussy can handle my cockmeat?"
Again, Trish's thoughts became locked onto the massive slab of cock that rose threateningly between the man's legs. It was like no prick had she had seen before. His cock rose throbbing and pulsing like a fleshy fence post. Inhuman, somehow animalistic, the thick hairs curling up around its blue-veined base.
Trish had wondered whether she could take his cock from the very first instant that she had set eyes on the thing. Will he tear my cunt when he puts it in? she wondered, staring at the fearsome prick.
"Are you ready for a good hard fuck, bitch?" Charlie asked as he climbed between her legs, not really caring whether or not she was ready.
Somehow, Trish found the fear thrilling. Her cunt lips had begun weeping, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the plunge of his iron-stiff prick into her greasy depths. It's almost like being a virgin again, she thought, because he's definitely going to push into places that no man's cock has ever been before.
"Please," Trish cried, "take it easy at first. I'm afraid you'll tear my cunt to shreds."
"Take it easy?" Charlie laughed. "No way, the only way to fuck a whore like you is to pound it in from the very first stroke."
Trish closed her eyes and waited, holding her breath to keep from crying out when the man fucked into her cunt. But when the pain didn't come, she looked up to see the cruel smile on his face. Charlie was perched, waiting, getting enjoyment from the chance to torture her by making her wait. Instead of fucking her, he merely hunched his hips, forcing his cockhead to slip up and down between the greasy folds of her cunt lips.
"Goddamn you, you bastard!" Trish groaned in her frustration. "Fuck me, if you're going to."
Her shout of rage was transformed into a shriek of pain, however, when Charlie snapped one of her tits up between his teeth. The rough edges of his strong white teeth seemed to slice into her nipple, driving a searing pain through her chest so fiercely that it nearly took her breath away. But after the first shock, she realized that the pain was wonderful. It made the other nipple stand up anxiously. It made her cunt quiver as if it were suddenly filled with hot jelly.
"You like your tits chewed, slut?" Charlie asked, his words mumbled around her nipple as he darned down on it again. "Hmmmm!" The soft tit meat trembled beneath his teeth and tongue.
"Ye… yessssssss," Trish hissed and grunted. Charlie bit and chewed, sometimes gently, but at most times, with fierce roughness. Each harsh bite into her flesh brought pain and pleasure that ripped through Trish's guts. Each one lifted her passion a little higher, made it much more intense. She began squirming and wiggling beneath her torturer, pushing upwards with quivering hips, trying to suck his cock into the gasping emptiness of her pussy.
"Jesus Christ, fuck me!" Trish whined. "Shove that beautiful, big cock clear up to my brains. I don't care if it rips my guts out. I've gotta have it!"
"Not just yet, bitch," Charlie teased. "I'm not ready. I want to drive you nuts first."
Trish thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her. The fire inside her cunt raged, licking the walls of her pussy into a quivering inferno of flesh. The pain grew even more intense, and Trish wanted the delicious torture.
"Please, Charlie," she whined. "My cunt is burning up. Scratch my itch. Fuck me… please."
No more, she thought. I can't stand any more of this waiting. If I could only pass out now, I could have this whole nightmare over with once and for, all.
Just then, Charlie slammed down like a pile driver, stretching the walls of her cunt until it seemed that her pussy must surely burst. His huge cock seemed to be ripping her guts loose and stirring them around, and for a moment of the intense pain, Trish was afraid that he actually was going to tear through into her bowels.
There was agony, more awesome than anything she had ever experienced. But, it was accompanied by pleasure.
"Fuck me!" Trish screamed.
No part of her body was spared the fires of climax. It seemed to take every nerve, each individual cell, and explode them with a blast of pleasure. Again she shrieked, as her whole body froze so rigidly that she thought her back would snap.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Charlie groaned, raising his head to look down at the orgasmic fury of the woman beneath him. He scooted up on the bed until he managed to force himself back into a sitting position on his haunches. Trish's thrashing body was dragged along with him as he dug his nails into her big tits and used them for handles. At that angle, his monstrous cock was driven deeper, and Trish shrieked as he twisted the rubbery nipples into angry torment. "I've never had such a hot piece before. It's so hot and tight, I think I could fuck you like this all day long."
The man slowed his fuck-strokes, pushing his prick in until his huge, hairy balls were nearly buried in the fuck hole, then pulling back until on the thick, pulsing tip of his cockhead lay inside her cunt.
Trish couldn't even summon up enough energy to groan. It was enough to concentrate on his prick fucking in and out of her abused pussy. The pounding pleasure, the pain, the joy, the unbelievable pressure against her cunt walls.