"I won't be treated like dirt," she said.
John put his arms around her and kissed her. In a moment she was writhing against him, unable to control the surge of blood that went through her. She felt a wicked need between her legs, and she knew that John was telling the truth. Any man could fuck her. He didn't even have to ask. Any man could take her in his arms and reduce her to a silly, wanton piece of ass. She had no more strength to fight him off than a helpless child would have.
"See there," John said, grinning lewdly. "Now you be nice to the boss."
John stepped back and the tall, blond man took his place. For a few minutes she tried to resist, but Jerry was nearly as strong as John. He kissed her hard, and played with her ass, and reduced her to a wiggling shameless bitch.
"Oh, please don't do this to me," she begged him. "I'm really not that kind of woman."
"I know exactly what kind of woman you are," Jerry said. He took two strong handfuls of her asscheeks. He pulled her tightly against him so she would feel his hard dick. "John told me all about you."
She was already hot and there was no use fighting anymore. She was shivering from the heat in her body. She quit struggling and she fell against his chest. She made a sobbing sound in her throat as she allowed him to do what he wanted.
He lifted her evening dress up above the luscious roundness of her asscheeks. She felt his fingers slipping inside her panties, touching the bare flesh beneath. His fingers almost burned her. She moved closer to him. She could feel his hot prick throbbing.
"Baby," he said, kissing her throat. "You are something else. You are really sweet!"
He was slipping her panties off. She started trembling as she felt him pulling them down her long, shapely legs. He knelt and she took them off. He put her flimsy blue panties into his pocket.
"Just something to remember you by," he said.
He put his hands around her waist and he lifted her up to the kitchen table. He pulled her evening gown up around her waist again. He spread her legs wide. She knew she must really look lewd as he stared into the spread lips of her pink pussy. He grinned and licked his lips.
"You've got a beautiful cunt, baby," he told her. "I'm going to enjoy putting my cock up your snatch!"
He reached up and pulled down the cups of her evening gown. Her big round tits spilled out. He cupped both of her creamy mounds and brushed his thumb over the already hard nipples. She sighed. What was the use of fighting the wonderful feelings that he gave her? She loved it. She moved closer to him on the kitchen table.
"You're a hot bitch," he said. "A really hot bitch!"
"Oh yess," she answered him.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard prick out. He kept his hands on her tits as he moved close. The head of his long cock was right at her snatch. She moved a little closer. She gasped as she felt the petals of her cunt part to admit his cockhead. His cockhead felt snug and tight in her pussy.
"Oh yessss!" she sobbed.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back and she humped down on his prick. She felt his long cock going deep into her pussy. He was filling her cunt the way she needed. It didn't matter that she was acting or looking lewd. The only thing that mattered was that big, hot cock stabbing her pussy.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, fuck me good! I need it!"
"Shit, baby," Jerry admitted. "I need it, too. It's been a long time since I've had a good piece of ass!"
He began to move back and forth rapidly and his cock was doing a good job in her pussy. His cock wasn't as big as John's, but it was filling her snatch and rubbing her aroused clit the way she liked. She felt so wild as she moved her ass back and forth along the table. Her insides felt like they were turning over. Jerry was the fourth man to fuck her since her husband had abandoned her. And she had loved every time.
"I love your cock," she whispered. "It fills me up so good. I love your hard dick!"
He was unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and shorts down, even as he stroked her pussy. He was pushing her back on the kitchen table and he was climbing on top of her. She hoped it wouldn't fall down. That would be embarrassing for both of them. But then he was on top of her, his dick somehow getting deeper into her cunt, and he was humping the shit out of her and she was loving every inch of his big, hot prick.
"Give it to me!" she screamed. She was no longer whispering. She didn't care if the whole damn party heard them. "Oh, give me that big, fat dick! I love it!"
She clamped her legs even tighter around his back as he plowed into her cunt. She could feel his big knob stretching her pussy lips to the limit each time he slammed into her. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on squeezing her cunt walls together. She knew she was getting to him. She could squeeze her cunt walls and feel every inch of his powerfully throbbing dick.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "Hot damn, you sweet fucking bitch! You make my fucking prick feel so fucking good!"
She felt the hard knot in her belly. She knew that her orgasm wasn't far off and it was going to be a good one. The excitement of doing it on the kitchen table with the danger of being caught, was really making her blood boil. She found herself hugging him closer, rubbing her big tits against his chest, moaning dirty words into his ear. Her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
"I'm coming," she gasped. "You big bastard! Your cock feels so good! I'm coming! I'm cominggggg!"
Her pussy started making wet sounds as she flooded his cock with her juices. She felt his hot cock swelling and she kept humping back against him, even as the last shiver of delight went through her body. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"There's something I've always wanted to do," Jerry said. "Now I have the chance."
"What is it?" she asked.
"I want to come in your face. I want to see my cum running down your cheeks."
Another spasm of delight went through her over his lewd request. She nodded. She got off the kitchen table and went down to her knees once. She laced her fingers around his stiff, throbbing pole. She held her head upright with his dick just over her face. She began to skim her fingers back and forth over his cock. She felt a drop of cum against her cheek.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "This is what I want! This is what I fucking want!"
She tightened her grip and moved her hand faster. Suddenly he gave a loud cry and pushed forward. She closed her eyes as she saw the first spurt of his cum. She felt a gob of jism on her cheek. Another gob running down her chin and dripping wetly on her tits. She opened her mouth. She tasted some of his cum on her tongue. She swallowed it with a gulping sound. Finally he had no more cum to give her.
"That was good, babe," he told her. "I wish I had a picture of you. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman with cum on her face!"
Lynn was in a dazed condition. So much had happened to her in the past few minutes. She was barely aware that he was pulling her to her feet and adjusting the cups of her gown.
"I hate to cover those up," he said, "but I'd better. And you'd better wash your face. We wouldn't want any of the other fellows getting any ideas. Or would we?"
Lynn's face blushed red with shame.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn slipped out of the back door and hurried home. She felt sick to her stomach. She stripped off her gown and dropped it onto the floor in her bedroom. She got into a hot shower and scrubbed herself until she felt raw. She felt dirty, dirtier than she had ever felt in her life. She couldn't wash it away. It hadn't been fair to just pass her around from John to Jerry. She didn't want to be used. She didn't think of herself as that kind of person.