"Ohhhhhhh!"
Doug slipped his hands back around her asscheeks, digging his fingernails into the lush flesh. Shari felt her nerve endings standing up all over her body, the stripes of her whipping on fire with the dripping salt of her perspiration. The insides of her thighs tightened as they burned with her growing lust. Shari felt her body turning into a melting mass of molten lava as his cock chugged rapidly in and out, in and out of her cunt. She juggled and rocked against him, tugging at the vise grips still holding her wrists captive, wrapping her lithe legs around him and feeding her cuntmeat onto his prick. At the end, she held so tightly onto the big stud each time Doug drew back for a downstroke, he lifted her ass from the top of the workbench.
"Get ready for it, baby. It's gonna happen, and happen real big. Man, man, gonna pop your fuckin' head off with this cum!"
Doug's voice was harsh and broken. Shari gasped back, unable to say anything. Her cunt-mouth hurt from all the fucking friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst made her cuntjuice begin to dry. A wild fire began at the start of her fuckhole, gathering strength around her clit and scorching through her veins. This was it! This was her big moment. She felt her belly bulge with prick, pregnant with cockmeat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto his rock-hard bar of fuckmeat.
"Yagghhhghghghghhhh!"
And then Shari exploded, her mind shattering. Doug followed moments later, the heavy jolt of his jizz spattering against her cuntal walls seeming almost to knock her from the table.
"Go for it, you… uhhhhhh!"
Doug dissolved into her, his jizz filling her up, then oozing like a white froth from around his hard, pumping prick. Shari screamed and jerked, pulling her. hands finally from the restraining vises with a giant tug. Her flesh was raw, but she cared little for what was happening to her. The girl threw her arms around Doug, holding him to her, hunching up against him, feeling the jizz burning into her convulsing cuntal walls like acid! Her muscles cramped again and again, the awful itchiness that followed each contraction reaching a pinpoint of excitement, then an achy relief as her pussy grabbed hold of Doug's shooting cock and damped down on it for all it was worth.
Shari came and came and came, oblivious to everything except her convulsing pussy. It was some time before she could stop moving, filling exhausted against the workbench. Doug braced both hands on either side of her narrow shoulders, pushing himself up off the girl. He shook the sweat-wet hair from his eyes, staring down at the prone girl. His cock was still inside her cunt, spasming, sending a few more drops of his spunk shooting into her pussy.
"Baby, I don't know where you came from, but it sure ain't this planet," Doug wheezed, now arching his hips up and beginning to pull his fuckrod from her pussy.
"No, fuck… fuck… cock!"
Shari was shameless, still rutting in front of the big stud, working her hips from side to side, rubbing her asscheeks against the workbench. It was good, so very, very good, feeling that prick slipping into her. But now it was drawing back! Shari grunted, clenching her cuntal muscles together, doing everything she could to keep his cock in.
"Nooooo!"
"Man, this bitch don't want me slidin' outta her," Doug said, twisting his head around and looking at his buddy.
Frank was still fucking Diane, the girl's mouth having been gagged earlier.
"Man, gonna… uhhhhh, this bitch… uhhhhhh!" Frank cried, holding the young brunette, now released from her bonds and sprawled on the floor like a dead body. Her legs bounced over his shoulders as he came violently in her. Above her own breathing, Shari could hear the sound of slaps with Diane's groans following. Frank was cursing at her, shouting and grunting while dumping his load hard into the girl's pussy. Shari twisted her hips up, trying to keep pace with the withdrawing cock. It was impossible. Doug pulled it out, reaching down and gripping his cockhead, then smearing his cum all over her still-convulsing labes.
"Yeah, baby, this is good, real good. But we're fuckin' through with the two of you now. Don't need no more pussy movin' around here for a while," Doug said, passing one hand over his forehead and wiping the sweat from his flesh. He slipped off the bench, standing a little unsteadily on his feet.
Shari raised her head, blinking her eyes clear. Her cunt was starting to slacken. She could feel the cum oozing from her fuckslot, wetting down the lower curves of her asscheeks. Reality began seeping in now, a horrid picture of what she had done and what she and her friend had, become under the excitement of the moment. They had turned into whores, desperate whores who enjoyed anything these boys threw at them!
Shari felt a wave of self-hatred sweep over her as she examined herself. There were those red marks everywhere-sure signs of the belting and whipping she'd received. And over the still pulsing delight in her cunt, there was the soreness of a torn cherry. She sat there like a stone, wishing there were some way she could leave her without having to look at the boys or talk with them. Diane groaned. Frank had just withdrawn and was fumbling around with his trousers, muttering and swearing because the legs seemed to have gotten tangled.
"Come on, baby, come on over here and help your friend," Doug said, zipping his Levi's up.
Shari began sliding off the bench, looking behind her at the two vises that bad trapped her wrists.
"But crawl. You ain't fit to walk. Get on your fuckin' hands and knees and crawl!"
Half-stupified still from the power of her own climax, Shari did as he commanded, getting on her hands and knees and starting to crawl over the cement to her friend like an animal. Her tits swung heavily from her upper chest, the nippled ends nearly touching the floor. She let her long blonde hair curtain her face, glad it was hiding the shame that reddened her cheeks. When she passed Doug she felt the toe of his boot kick her in the ribs, bruising her flesh and knocking her to the ground.
"Get up, get up, or I'm gonna kick your fuckin' skull in!"
Shari whimpered, scooting away, then scrambling back onto her hands and knees and moving more quickly toward the groaning brunette.
"Diane, are you all right? It's Shari," she whispered, shaking her friend lightly by the shoulders.
Diane roiled her eyes open, staring tearfully at her best friend.
"They raped me, just like they raped you and… and they… oh I'm so sorry, Shari," She said, stroking the back of her hand against the girl's flushed cheek. "I didn't know this was going to happen."
"I know, I know," Shari said evenly, seeing Diane hadn't had the same overwhelming sexual experience she had. Well, she would keep that a secret. Helping her friend to a sitting position, Shari looked at the boys, now busily removing the chains from the ceiling, barely paying attention to them now.
"It'll never happen again. I swear it," Diane said grimly, pushing the hair from her eyes.
Shari, at this point wasn't so sure.
Chapter 8
"Told you I'd be callin' you back, cunt. Now, you gonna be ready for me tonight?"
Joan stood in the darkened hallway, twisting the black coiled plastic phone cord around her fingers while listening to Chuck's husky voice. Her heart was pounding while her pulse raced a mile a minute. Looking nervously into the living room, she wanted to make sure Shari wasn't nearby as she spoke to the stud.
"Don't. Please, don't come back here. I… I never thought you would call," she stammered, feeling a warm, tingly glow starting between her legs. She ground her teeth together, not believing her weakness for this man. He was an animal, a savage who would, destroy her and ‘her family if she weren't careful. And yet and yet she was wanting to see him. Part of her was bending toward him, listening to all his foul language and thrilling to it as he spoke over the phone.