Tied And Raped Wife
by Frank Brown 


FOREWORD 

It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead 
lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true 
today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society. 

The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, noisy, 
competitive world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to 
boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. 
Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, 
drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and 
seemingly unmotivated crime. 

The woman in this story is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, 
unhappy, Ann Holmes unwillingly responds to the captors who degrade and rape 
her. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live 
only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away. 

TIED AND RAPED WIFE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of 
us-and the extremes to which it may drive us. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Ann Holmes was on the verge of an orgasm when the doorbell rang. 

"Now what!" She jerked her middle finger out of her sucking pussy and 
climbed off the bed. As she wiggled to the closet, her swollen cunt lips 
shimmying against each other, a few trickles of hot pussy cream dribbled 
down her thighs, greasing them. 

The doorbell rang again as she batted hanging clothes aside, searching for 
her robe. 

"I'm coming, for christsake! Don't get ulcers!" 

She snatched her pink, transparent chemise off a hook, dropping it over her 
head as she strode from the room. The chemise, a gift from her husband, 
Mort, hung about to her crotch, barely covering her ass. 

The doorbell chimed a third time as she stepped into the living room, her 
thighs making an obscene licking sound as they slipped against each other. 

"AH right, already!" She peered through the peephole in the front door. An 
ugly, distorted face stared back at her. It took her a few moments to 
realize she was looking at the paperboy, during which time he raised his 
fist and started banging on the door. 

She yanked the door open. "All right, for christsake! Your pants are on 
fire, or what?" 

The kid jumped back, startled. He tripped over the porch step and fell on 
his ass, his green athletic trunks-all he was wearing-riding up and exposing 
his prick and balls for a moment. 

"I didn't know if anybody was home," he said, scrambling to his feet. Then 
his eyes were all over her, looking her up and down. 

He smelled like a typical boy, Ann noted-sweaty. She found herself holding 
her breath. 

"Well, what do you want?" she snapped. "The air conditioning's on. I can't 
hold this door open all day." 

"I-I'm collecting." 

"Should have known." Ann pushed the door almost closed and she went to find 
her purse. 

Dirty little bastard, she thought, interrupting me, begging for his pennies. 
That did it! From now on Mort was going to subscribe to his newspaper, pay 
for it by check through the mail. She was done dealing with dirty little 
street trash, come begging at the door every week. 

She swung the door open, nearly scaring the kid off the porch again. "Well, 
hold out your hands." She dumped a palmful of change into the boy's grubby 
mitts. 

Half the coins clinked on the porch as the boy appeared more concerned with 
trying to see through her chemise than with collecting his money. The boy 
dropped to his knees, scrambling after the loose coins and dropping more in 
the process. 

"For christsake!" Ann muttered. She flicked a quarter toward him with her 
toes. "Hurry it up. I don't have all day. Count out what you have coming." 

The boy chuckled nervously, his face red. As he began to stand up, he 
glanced furtively under Ann's chemise, getting a good look at her crotch. 
Ann saw the head of his prick peek from the leg of his trunks as it 
lengthened and swelled like a snake. He leaned closer to her crotch, 
sniffing. 

"Lecherous little animal!" Ann slapped him across the face, knocking him 
over. Coins went flying. 

"Leave the change in the mailbox. Don't take a penny more than your due." 
She stepped back into the house and slammed the door, locking it before 
stomping back to the bedroom. "Filthy beast!" 

She tore the chemise off and flopped down on her bed, spreading her legs and 
wiggling her middle finger up her cunt again. Her toes curled as her cunt 
contracted, sucking at her finger. She relaxed back, her eyes closed, 
jerking her stiff digit in and out of her pussy. 

Her finger squished in and out, pussyjuice leaking from her cunt and 
greasing her crotch like hot oil, some of it oozing down between her 
asscheeks. She rubbed her ass on the gold-colored bedspread, writhing 
sensuously to the rhythm of her fingerfucking. 

This was so good, a nice slow jerk off. She could lie here for hours, 
playing with herself, wiggling her finger in her cunt, pinching and tweaking 
her clit. The pleasure would build up slowly. She would have multiple 
orgasms. With Mort, she never had orgasms. Mort would stuff his prick in 
her, fuck away for all of two minutes before grunting like a bull and 
spurting his sticky fuck-cream in her cunt. Then he'd pull out and fall 
asleep, leaving her horny and frustrated. How nice it was now, with Mort 
gone on his business trip, to lie here and lazily pleasure herself. 

She pulled her finger out and sucked the juice off it, perversely stimulated 
by the scent and taste of her pussy. It disturbed her to remember that the 
paperboy had sniffed her. She could still see his twitching nose as he'd 
nearly driven it up under her chemise, and his horny teenaged prick, 
sneaking out of his trunks, the head of it like a fat plum. What a shameless 
little wretch! She ought to have him arrested. He'd nearly raped her. 

He hadn't actually done anything aggressive, nothing he could be charged 
with, but it was all in his mind. He'd raped her in his mind. She knew that 
as certainly as she knew he owned a cock. Had she ever known a male she 
could trust, including Mort? Never. Well, maybe her own father, although she 
couldn't even be sure of him. There had been times, especially after her 
tits had blossomed to their outstanding size, that she'd sensed her father 
glancing furtively at her, lusting after her nubile young body. 

Disgusting, she couldn't even trust her own father. 

She rammed her finger in and out, beginning to pant from the effort of her 
finger-fucking. It felt so good! She wiggled her finger deeper inside her 
pussy, probing the sensitive folds of her fluffy cunt tissues. She was so 
hot inside, so wet and juicy! Her finger throbbed and tingled as her pussy 
quivered and pulsated around it. 

Males were all alike, she mused, shove it in, work it around, blast off, 
pull it out. To hell with her own pleasure! She'd never encountered a male 
yet who could satisfy her. The only person she knew who could satisfy her 
was herself. Well, so be it. 

"Ooooh, that's good, that's so good!" She twisted on the bed, her big tits 
jiggling, her finger corkscrewing in her pussy. She rubbed her legs and the 
soles of her feet on the satiny bedspread. Pussy-cream stained the spread w 
under her ass, but she didn't care. There'd be pussy-cream all over before 
she got done this afternoon. 

"Fuck me!" she panted, kicking her legs up in the air, drawing her knees 
toward her tits. Hot juice ran down over her crotch as her finger plunged. 
She pointed her toes, licked her lips, and rocked her pelvis up and down, 
fucking herself. 

"Mmn, make me come, fuck me good!" The pleasure mounted, her fuck-meat 
tightening. She ground her finger in her pussy-hole, reaming it out. 

"Harder, oh, harder! Deeper! Oh, yes!" 

Jerking off by herself was so much better than jerking off next to Mort 
while he lay sleeping after a two-minute fuck. She was free now, 
uninhibited. She could gasp and moan, she could talk dirty, could mutter 
whatever exciting fuck-talk her heart desired. 

"Oh, fuck me, you horny bastard, give it to me!" Her finger pistoned, 
sizzling in her cunt. Her toes clutched rhythmically. She jerked her ass up 
and down, panting, sweating. "Oh, feels soooo good!" 

The fuck-tension swelled in her loins. Her eyes rolled back as the fuck-itch 
burned through her cunt meat. Quivering contractions began in the pit of her 
cunt. 

"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She whined with pained pleasure as the lewd 
feeling saturated her loins. Dropping her feet to the bed, she arched up, 
grinding her finger inside herself, her body shivering with hot spasms. 
"Ohhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!" 

* * * 

The blonde teenager choked on the cock her oldest brother had rammed down 
her throat. Her tits flapped as her other brother, kneeling behind her on 
the concrete floor of the basement, pumped his big prick in and out of her 
pussy. She was on her hands and knees like an animal, allowing her brothers 
to abuse her because she had no choice. She knew they'd kill her if she ever 
dared tell her parents, not that her parents would believe her anyway. Her 
parents always sided with the boys. 

"Wiggle it, bitch!" Tim slammed her ass, making her whimper. His hot fucker 
jammed the mouth of her womb, reaming her out deep. He had eight thick 
inches, as did her other two brothers. 

"Lick under the skin," Brian growled, pinching and pulling on her ears. He 
knew she hated the taste and smell of his uncut prick, so he intentionally 
tortured her with it, forcing her to suck it more than he ever made her fuck 
it, always demanding that she clean it, getting her tongue between the 
foreskin and the head so she could lick out all the stinking slime there. He 
never washed his cock so he could make her wash it for him, with her tongue. 

Brian wiggled his ass, twisting his prickhead in her mouth as she sucked on 
it, her tongue under the foreskin and licking around and around his swollen 
cock head. "Ahhh, feels great!" 

"I said, wiggle that ass!" Tim said, slapping her naked ass again as he 
ground his prick deep inside her pussy. "You're getting lazy, bitch. What's 
wrong with you, Brian, letting our little sister get lazy while I'm away?" 

"Shut up and fuck her, turkey. Let me enjoy this prick-suck." 

"Getting your prick sucked is all you ever cared about, ain't it?" 

"Goddamned right. Ain't nothing better than a prick-suck." 

"Gimme a hot pussy any day," Tim said, fucking his cock in all the way and 
churning his belly against his sister's naked ass. "Especially from behind, 
dog-style." 

The blonde girl wished she could bite off Tim's cock with her cunt. She 
imagined herself doing that and at the same time slicing off Brian's prick 
with her sharp white teeth. Her brothers would never bother her again. She'd 
spend the rest of her life laughing about it. 

"Oh, shit, ain't felt nothing so good in a year," Tim said, ramming his 
sister's pussy, smacking his tight belly against her ass. 

"You mean there ain't no pussy in reform school?" Brian said. "Serves ya 
right, turkey, getting caught and sent up." 

"Fuck you," Tim said. 

"Fuck yourself, turkey." 

Shut up and blow your loads, the girl wanted to scream. The concrete was 
rubbing her knees raw, and the smell of the two naked male animals was 
choking her. It wasn't that she didn't like the smell of male sweat. When a 
guy was sweaty and clean, it turned her on. She loved fucking some of the 
hot athletes at school because they bathed, took showers. Her brothers took 
showers about once a month. 

"Ooooh, oooh!" Tim's claws sank into her hips as he held on and fucked 
faster and faster. His prick flexed inside her, hardening, swelling. 

She tightened her cunt, making it suck. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Tim bellowed, spurting a hot load into her body. "Oh, Christ!" He 
clung to her, his prick flexing inside her, his cum shooting out, splatting 
into the mouth of her sucking womb. "Ohhhh, baby!" 

Tim's growl of pleasure apparently excited Brian. Suddenly his prick 
ballooned in her mouth, pisshole gaping, cock shaft hard as stone and 
quivering. Grunting, he stuffed his knob down her throat and ejaculated. 
"Yeahhhh, ohhh, yeahhhh!" 

The girl gagged on the profuse explosion of her brother's cum, choked on the 
thick rod of shuddering fuck-meat that had been rammed down her throat. The 
taste and scent of cum filled her head. Her face turned red as she struggled 
to breathe. She swallowed frantically, the hot jism spurting down her 
throat. 

At least it's over with now, she told herself, a sense of elation making her 
smile as Brian snaked his dripping prick out of her throat. 

"What're you grinning about, bitch?" Brian slammed her back and forth across 
the face with his half-hard prick as if with a wet fish. 

She gasped as Tim suddenly yanked his cock from her pussy, which itself 
gasped, gaping wide-open for a few seconds before sucking itself shut. 

There came a thudding on the steps, followed by a shouted, "Hey!" It was 
Ben's voice. "When did you get home?" 

"When do ya think? A few minutes ago, nerd." Tim slapped his sister's ass. 
"And look what I warmed up for ya." 

Ben dropped his green gym trunks, displaying an instant erection, which 
wagged from side to side as he approached his naked sister. "Janet," he 
murmured, settling down behind her as Tim moved out of the way. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Janet groaned, knowing what she was in for. Ben loved to fuck ass, and he 
was going to fuck hers, but good. He was the kid of the family, a year 
younger than Janet, and timid as a rabbit compared to his two older 
brothers. Janet held him off whenever she could, something impossible to do 
with Tim and Brian. Ben only got his hands on her when she was sleeping. 
Sometimes, when he'd get super-horny, Ben would creep out of bed at night, 
his cock greased up with the Vaseline he'd been using to jack off, and he'd 
fall on his sister in bed, ramming his hard prick up her asshole before she 
realized she wasn't dreaming. 

Ben dipped his cock in her pussy, greasing it with pussy-cream. He humped, 
driving his prick in and out rapidly, grunting as his skinny belly collided 
with her ass. 

Janet contracted her cunt, massaging the boy's cock, hoping to excite him to 
an instant orgasm. She wiggled her ass, rubbing its hot silky skin against 
Ben's abdomen. His prick quivered inside her, and she thought she'd teased 
the cum out of him, but he rammed a finger up her asshole and she groaned. 
The boy eased his cock out of her cunt, at the same time pulling his finger 
from her asshole. As he sucked the ass-juices off his finger, he rubbed his 
prick up and down her asscrack. Slick pussy-cream trickled down her 
asscrack. 

"Bugger the bitch," Brian said, resting flat out on the floor and scratching 
his balls. "Give her what she likes best." 

Janet scowled, then looked away, pouting. She had no time to sulk, though. 
Suddenly Ben's hard prick was forcing open her asshole. She winced, her 
mouth open, as the initial pain seared her hugely dilated ass-pucker. No 
matter how many times she'd been buggered, she couldn't escape that initial 
pain of entry. "Take it easy!" she gasped. "Go slow." 

Ben's cock roared up Janet's asshole to the hilt. 

"Oh, Christ!" she whimpered while Ben sighed with pleasure. 

Brian and Tim laughed delightedly. 

Ben gripped her waist like a stud hound mounted on a bitch and he began to 
piston his cock. 

"Hey, where'd you get that shiner?" Brian asked. 

"It's nothing," said Ben, humping excitedly, grunting as his prick made 
squishing noises in his sister's asshole. 

"Like hell it ain't. Hope you pounded the shit outa that turkey." Brian sat 
up, studying Ben closer. 

"Mmmmmn, fuck!" Ben moaned. "Mmmmmmn, mmmnn!" His belly smacked Janet's ass 
rhythmically. 

"Well, where in the hell did you get it?" Brian said. 

Tim had come over now, and both boys were eyeing their younger brother's 
black eye. "Who popped ya?" said Tim. 

"Let me fuck," Ben moaned. "Just let me fuck. Feels so good. Just let me 
fuck." 

"Ah, shit!" Brian sat back. "Let the dumb turkey get his rocks off." 

Tim backed off, too, and both boys watched silently as their brother 
ass-fucked their sister. 

Janet's asshole sizzled inside, melting with a strange kind of pleasure. 
Even though her brothers were watching her, and even though she hated to 
admit to them that she was horny from getting ass-fucked, she couldn't bear 
this feeling another moment. She reached up between her legs, pinching her 
swollen pussylips, tweaking her clit. Her pressure made her dizzy. She had 
to close her eyes to maintain her balance. 

"Goddamn dirty bitch," Brian muttered. "It almost shames me to have a sister 
like that." 

Tim chuckled. "Slut, ain't she?" 

Janet ignored them. The pleasure in her asshole and loins wouldn't let her 
care about anything else. As Ben plunged his hot prick in and out of her 
juicy asshole, Janet slipped a finger up her cunt, finger-fucking herself, 
making sure to file her slick finger against her clit. She closed her eyes, 
gyrating her ass, ass-fucking her brother's cock and fingerfucking her cunt. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Ben grunted, humping away, all eight inches of his ivory prick 
disappearing again and again up the asshole of his older sister. Her 
ass-rings gripped his cock, stretched out long around it as he pulled out, 
squeezed it tight as he plunged in. His prickhead kissed the pit of her 
shithole, sending prickles of excitement through her belly. 

"Look at them tits swing!" Tim said. "Jesus!" 

Ben let go of her waist and he reached forward under her, catching her big 
hanging tits and playing with them. His fingers pinched her nipples. He 
juggled her tits, fucking faster, whacking his belly against her ass. 

"Ohhhh, fuck me!" she whined, the pleasure overwhelming her. All she cared 
about now was the feeling. All she cared about now was coming. 

Ben pounded her ass, his prick swelling as it plunged, his big hands 
squeezing her tits until she wanted to scream. He rotated his ass as he 
thrust, fucking into her deep, rubbing his abdomen against her wiggling ass. 

"Fuck you!" he growled. "Fuck you!" 

Janet felt his prick harden inside her, felt it swell hugely. His hot 
fuck-lube was leaking into her. At any moment his cum would spurt to, 
scalding the depths of her asshole. She pistoned her finger in her pussy, 
crazy to bring herself off. 

"Make me come!" she gibbered. "Make me come, make me come!" 

Ben's skinny body moved whip-like, all his concentration directed into his 
cock. Sweat glistened on his tanned skin, trickling down his muscles like 
tears. The clapping of the boy's belly against the girl's ass reached a 
frenzied rhythm. The boy's prick flexed, nearly lifting Janet off the floor. 

"Awwwwww!" Ben exploded his cum into his sister's asshole, his body shaking 
as if gripped with a fit. He fell on top of her, continuing to maul her 
tits, his hot cum surging into her loins. His teeth sank into the back of 
her neck. "Uhhhh, ohhhhh!" 

Electricity needled Janet's tits, her ass, her cunt. Her loins tightened 
unbearably, then exploded. The spasms began in her asshole, spread through 
her cunt, then steamed through the rest of her body within seconds. She 
yanked her finger from her cunt, bracing her hands on the floor and fighting 
to maintain her position despite the jerking weight of her brother and the 
spastic weakness of her pleasure-wracked body. 

"Ohhhhhh, Ben!" she whined. "Ohhhh, Ben, yessss!" 

Tim and Brian separated them as if they'd become locked together and 
couldn't do it themselves. They kicked Janet aside, then sat Ben down on the 
floor and squatted next to him, their hairy balls dangling between their 
legs. 

"Now where'd you get that big black eye?" Brian demanded of Ben. 

Ben kept saying it was nothing, that they should forget it, but the more he 
resisted, the more insistent they became. Ben finally cracked. 

One of his paper-route customers had punched him in the eye, he said, a 
lady. 

Brian and Tim whooped and hawed until they found out who the lady was. 

"That bitch turkey," Brian said, scowling. "Took a swipe at me once, too. 
Used to parade around her yard in that flimsy bikini of hers, just asking 
for it, shoving her tits and crotch in my face while I was trying to keep my 
mind on delivering papers. Well, one day I walks up to her and says, 'Mind 
if I use your bathroom, Mrs. Holmes?' And she turns purple. 'Out of my yard, 
you stinking beast,' she screams, and then she swings. It was a wild punch, 
missed by a yard, but I got the fuck outa there. She's a crazy woman." 

"Crazy, but stacked like a fucking Amazon," Tim said. "She lays in her back 
yard without a stitch on, sunning herself, making her tits all nice and 
shiny. Man, I'd like to bite off them mothers!" His prick had swollen, and 
he massaged it. "Used to sit out behind her hedge, watching her and beating 
off." 

"You're bonkers, turkey." Brian's face was becoming more flushed by the 
moment, and he was jacking his cock. "How come you never cut me in on the 
action then, you fucking turkey?" 

"Didn't think you could handle it, a goat-prick like you." 

Janet listened to them, thinking about the irony of Tim being sent to reform 
school for attempted rape. He'd likely raped scores of girls and women, and 
so had Brian, if she knew her brothers at all. 

Brian sounded convinced at last. "You mean you used to sit out behind her 
hedge and beat off looking at her? You never fucked her?" 

"Never got around to it," Tim said. "Besides, sometimes I get hotter from 
just watching than I do from fucking a bitch." 

"Weird." Brian wiped some fuck-lube off his prick and onto his leg. "Didn't 
know I had a fucking pervert for a brother." 

Tim smiled, ignoring Brian's comment. He touched his fingertips to Ben's 
chin, turning the younger boy's face this way and that as if admiring it. 
"Yeah, looks like the baby here took a real whop. You gonna let her get away 
with that, baby?" 

Ben shrugged, flushing. 

"He wouldn't go after her if she cut off his prick," Brian said. "Don't know 
how I ever got such a twerp for a brother." 

Tim kept smiling-his demonic smile. "I'm gonna fuck that bitch." 

"Like hell," said Brian, jacking his cock in unison with Tim. 

"Yeah, like hell. Who's coming with me?" Tim eyed both his brothers, his 
hand nearly popping the knob off his cock. His fuck-lube oozed toward the 
concrete like a long strand of spittle. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Ann decided to go shopping before sunbathing. Her tan was just right. 
Golden-brown suited her shiny chestnut hair, which had bleached to its own 
golden-brown this summer. Besides, walking around at the mall would allow 
her pussy to charge up but good. A little denial would do her good. Upon 
returning from shopping, she would have the rest of the afternoon and all 
evening to pleasure her pussy. And she could do it outside, next to the 
pool, which would make it that much more exciting, being naked outside, 
working herself off again and again. 

The air-conditioned mall, as could be expected on a hot summer day, was 
crawling with people, especially with sweaty teenaged boys who had nothing 
better to do with their time than laze around the mall fountains and ogle 
the girls and women. It was irritating, to say the least. Ann swore that the 
place smelled like a barn from the wretched goat-boys, and she felt as if 
insects were crawling all over her as lusting male gazes roved all over her 
body wherever she went, whichever way she turned. 

Upon arriving at the mall, she cursed herself for having chosen to wear her 
ultra-tight white shorts, which showed off as much of her hips as a bikini. 
The matching bikini halter she wore barely capped her very large nipples. 
And her high-heeled white shoes were less shoe than sandal, showing off her 
beautifully tanned feet. Even some of the women stared at her, which peeved 
her to no end. Just because they were too lazy to take care of themselves 
was no reason for them to smirk behind her back. Smug with righteous anger, 
she sucked in her gut and thrust her tits up high, making sure that every 
last female she passed noticed her, showing them what a real woman looked 
like. 

She returned from shopping with a new bikini, the latest style from Europe. 
Fifty dollars was admittedly an outrageous price to pay for what amounted to 
little more than a handful of ribbon and fishnet, but it was European after 
all, and she was a collector of bikinis, and besides, she was worth it. What 
was fifty bucks, anyway? Mort made oodles of the green stuff. 

She couldn't resist dressing in her new bikini and going out back to the 
pool. As she strolled around the pool, dipping her toes in to test the 
water, she felt tingly with excitement. New bikinis always made her feel 
super-sexy, and even more naked than naked. Why was it, she wondered, that 
she felt even more naked with these ribbons and fishnet on her pussy and 
tits than she did stark naked? 

She went to the end of the diving board and bounced up and down on her toes. 
The gentle springing of the board caused her tits to flop heavily, her tit 
cups hugging her nipples. The tit cups were hardly more than pasties, and 
they seemed to suck at her nipples like lips. She felt delightfully sensual. 
It really was too bad there was nobody here to watch her. If those lecherous 
little animals at the mall could only see her now! 

The three brothers sat behind the thick hedge, peering through it, with 
their tongues hanging out. All three boys had hauled their rampant pricks 
out of their shorts and were jerking on them frantically. They panted like 
three runners. Fuck-lube leaked from their piss holes and ran down like 
syrup over their grubby knuckles. The smell of sex and sweat hung like a 
cloud around them. 

Brian, the oldest brother, with his shock of curly reddish hair, jerked the 
foreskin up and down over his smelly prickhead. Tim, a year younger, drooled 
as he beat his eight-inch cut fucker, flicking his blond hair out of his 
eyes with quick jerks of his head. Ben went up on his hands and knees and 
shoved his head deeper into the hedge, peering through the mop of 
sandy-brown hair that fell into his eyes like the hair of a sheepdog. His 
hand jerked his prick faster and faster, becoming almost a blur. None of the 
boys had ever seen a woman look sexier than Ann Holmes in her skimpy fishnet 
bikini. 

"Christ, look at them tits bounce!" said Brian, his voice shaking. 

"What did I tell ya?" Tim said, swallowing, his hand pumping. 

"Shit, I could jack off all day long watching her." Brian squished his 
foreskin back and forth over his prickhead, which was dripping with 
fuck-lube. 

"Didn't I tell ya?" Tim said. 

"Me, too," Ben muttered, humping at his hand as he fisted his cock. 

Tim pinched Ben's ass. "Cool it, billy goat. We're gonna fuck her, 
remember?" He had to pinch his brother's ass again, harder this time, to get 
him to sit back and stop jacking off. 

All three boys sat there, freed pricks throbbing against their bellies, 
breathing deeply and trying to stop shaking. As their vertical cocks pulsed, 
fuck-lube continued to bubble out and leak down their long prickshaft, 
rippling over thick veins. Their cum-swollen balls ached, moving restlessly, 
twisting slowly this way and that in sweaty ball sacs. 

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outa her," Ben muttered, glaring through the hedge. 

His brothers looked at each other, stunned to hear such fierce words come 
from the mouth of their shy little brother. Then they smiled, glad to know 
Ben had balls, too. 

Ann slowly peeled off her bikini, her pussy throbbing as she performed a 
striptease for herself, alone. She really could have been a stripper, even a 
porn star. She enjoyed showing off. She envied those women in girlie 
magazines. She knew she could do what they did, if she just had the guts. 
She would love to spread her legs for the camera, to tease the cameraman and 
all the men who would view the photographs. She'd never let them touch her, 
though. 

She lay back on the diving board, stark naked, and kicked her legs up in the 
air, wiggling her ass at the sun, showing it her cunt, letting it lick her 
wet crotch with its warm rays. Reaching between her legs, she spread the 
pussy-ooze all over her crotch and down into her asscrack. She rubbed up and 
down her open cunt-furrow for awhile, then slipped two fingers inside and 
began to fuck herself. Her pussy squeezed and her toes curled. It felt so 
good, she moaned out loud, writhing in the warm sunshine, the diving board 
swaying gently under her. 

Her fingers moved in and out, her pussy-cream frothing and bubbling out 
around them. Reaching back with her other hand, she wiggled a finger up her 
asshole, panting with tension and excitement. She remembered the boy who had 
fucked her asshole in high school. No male had ever shoved his prick in her 
ass again, she'd made sure of that. Funny, though, how the memory kept 
coming back to her, how it excited her enough even to provoke her to slip a 
finger up her shitter while she jerked off her pussy. She wiggled her finger 
in her shithole, stirring up her slick ass juices, stimulating her sensitive 
asshole walls. 

"Oooh, fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me." 

As she writhed sensuously, her eyes closed, the wonderful sensations 
screwing through her pussy and asshole, she thought she detected a vague 
rhythmic vibration, like the trotting of padded cat-paws on the floor of the 
jungle. The exotic image pleased her, made her imagine herself a naked 
jungle woman about to be sprung upon and devoured alive by panthers. Then 
she smelled musk, sweat, and her fantasy bolted into the glaring light of 
reality as she opened her eyes and saw them. 

Her scream was stuffed back down her throat by a wad of stinking material, 
which she soon realized was a filthy jockstrap. While one youth, teeth 
bared, clapped his hand over her mouth, holding the wadded-up jock in place, 
another youth filled his hands with her hair, yanking on it until tears 
welled in her eyes. 

"Make trouble and you're dead," the blonde youth ripping at her hair 
growled. 

"Understand?" He tightened his hands, making her scalp burn. "Understand?" 

She made a grunting noise and tried to nod her head. She was so stunned as 
to almost be calm. 

"Like the taste of my jock, bitch?" The curly-haired boy-a boy she'd seen 
before somewhere, although she couldn't immediately place him-forced his 
dirty fingers into her mouth, stuffing the jock in deeper, making her choke. 
"Mmmmm, good, ain't it? It ain't never been washed, bitch." 

Ann retched at the thought. The jock was so thick with ball-sweat that it 
tasted slightly moldy. One look at the dripping, uncut cock of the boy 
caused her to retch again. She was sure that he'd never washed that, either. 

She heard a splash and realized somebody had jumped into the pool. A few 
seconds later a naked boy pulled himself up out of the water and onto the 
end of the diving board. He looked sleek as a seal, his body hairless except 
for the thatch of brown pubic hair at the base of his rampant young prick. 
He crawled toward her like a four-legged animal, his brown hair falling all 
over his face, one of his eyes shiny and purple. She knew him, but it took 
her a second to place him-the paperboy. Then she remembered where she'd seen 
the boy who was stuffing his jockstrap down her throat. He'd been her 
paperboy at one time, too, a few years ago. 

The dripping boy fell on her, twisting his hard body between her legs, 
forcing her to spread them wide. His prick ground against her pussy. She 
tightened up, fighting him, but his prick was like a greased steel cylinder. 
He grunted, ramming his red-hot cock up her cunt to the hilt, his brown eyes 
rolling back until they became white slits. 

"Ahhh!" the paperboy moaned, squirming on top of her, his prick vibrating 
inside her. He bit her left tit, sucking her nipple into his mouth, gnawing 
on her tit-tips, nearly chewing off her nipple. 

Ann saw stars. She shook all over, her pussy contracting, her teeth gnawing 
on the sweaty jock strap. Her legs clamped around the boy and her toenails 
sank into his asscheeks. He eased off tearing at her nipple just as she was 
about to pass out. 

The blond youth let go of her hair and he grabbed her arms, yanking them 
straight out above her head, stretching her. His fingernails cut into her 
wrists. He grinned at her sadistically. 

The curly-haired boy straddled the diving board and her face. Jamming his 
fingers in her mouth again, he ripped out the jock. Air rushed into Ann's 
lungs and she almost laughed with relief. A second later, though, she wished 
the jock were stuffed in her mouth again, because the boy straddling her had 
settled his huge stinking balls over her lips and was ordering her to suck 
on them. 

"Lick 'em, you cocksucker. Come on, lick 'em." He rubbed his balls all over 
her face, choking her with his goat-like scent. His balls were bristly. He 
shoved one of them into her mouth. It was so large she could hardly take it. 
"Suck on it, you bastard, or I'll drop a turd down your throat." 

The paperboy bucked on top of her, ramming his sizzling prick in and out, 
grating her clit with it, pounding the mouth of her womb. She wasn't sure 
she'd ever had a cock this big fucking her. The sensations caused her toes 
to clutch, her toenails to claw at the boy's ass. She had to force herself 
not to gnaw on the big spongy ball in her mouth. She knew it would be the 
last thing she ever did. 

The boy stretching her arms yanked on them, making her shoulders ache. "You 
heard my brother. Eat his balls. Suck that big thing." 

Ann sucked gently, at the same time slurping at the boy's ball by flapping 
her tongue around and around it. She felt his ball throb, felt it twist and 
squirm as if the cum-globe were a living thing. Musky ball-sweat mixed with 
her saliva and ran down her throat. She wanted to vomit. 

"Mmn, ohhh, feels so good, feels so good!" The boy on top of her rutted fast 
and hard, knocking their pubic bones together, grinding his hard young body 
against hers. He seemed to be all ribs and hipbones and writhing muscles. 
His prick was so long, the head of it kept popping into the mouth of her 
womb, spitting fuck-lube like hot venom. 

The youth straddling her lifted up, easing his dripping ball from between 
her lips. Leering down at her, he bent his huge prick down, dripping 
fuck-lube on her face. He peeled his foreskin back. The stink caused Ann's 
eyes to cross. 

"Ain't that a juicy-looking prickhead, bitch?" He smirked demonically. "Bet 
you'd like to lick it." 

"Oh, please no!" The words came out spontaneously, pathetic-sounding. 

"Sure ya would, baby." The boy started rubbing his sticky cockhead all over 
her face, coating her skin with stinking slime. As he rubbed it on her lips, 
she turned her head away. He slammed her with his prick, beating her back 
and forth across the face with it. "Open up, bitch!" 

Ann was a mess. She turned her tear-sticky, fuck-lube-slimy face up, knowing 
she had no choice. Her lips parted slightly. 

"I said, open up!" The boy jammed his cockhead between her lips, forced his 
prick into her mouth. 

She gagged as it rammed her tonsils, choked as it slid down her throat. 

"Oooh, suck my prick!" The boy buried his prick in to the hilt. His cock 
head throbbed in her throat drooling fuck-lube. 

Ann couldn't think straight anymore. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. 
The big cock pounding in and out of her cunt had caused her loins to 
tighten, her cunt to squeeze like a vise, sucking rhythmically, 
spontaneously, like a sex-machine. The blond boy kept stretching her out 
longer, nearly dislocating her arms from her shoulder sockets. And the youth 
mounted on her face was starting to fuck her mouth and throat as if her face 
sported a cunt. Air rushed into her lungs as the youth withdrew his cock. 
She choked, spit bubbling out of her mouth, each time the boy fucked in. 

"Suck my prick! Yeah, eat that big thing!" The boy over her face had braced 
his hands on his naked thighs and was dipping his cock in and out of her 
face. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" grunted the paperboy, plunging his cock relentlessly. 
"Mmmmmn, she's so tight! Her pussy sucks." 

Squishing, sucking sounds came from Ann's raped cunt. Her hips rocked, 
responding reflexively to his pounding cock. She thrust upward, meeting the 
boy's downward plunges, Pussy cream ran from her fuck-hole, greasing her 
asscrack, getting the diving board slimy under her ass. 

"Suck, you bitch, suck!" The curly-haired youth rammed his prick in, choking 
her, not withdrawing until her face had turned blue. He pulled his cock out 
until only the knob pulsed in her mouth. Fuck-lube greased her tongue. The 
taste of uncut, unwashed prick filled her throat, and she retched, unable to 
help herself. "Tastes good, don't it, bitch?" The boy sank his prick in 
again, then humped. "Eat it, cock-sucker, eat it." 

The boy behind her chuckled, jerking on her arms, stretching her out even 
longer. Her shoulders throbbed, on fire. 

The paperboy ground against her, screwing his prick, mauling her tits with 
rough hands, licking and biting at her nipples. "Feels so good! Feels so 
good!" He sounded like a broken record. 

Ann closed her eyes, tried to relax her throat. As one big cock slipped 
between her lips, the other big cock sizzled between her pussylips. A 
tension was building in her cunt. Warm sensations streamed through her cunt, 
tingled in her asshole, snaked up her spine and down her legs. Her nipples 
and toes pricked with fuck-feeling. Her tits swelled. She rocked her loins, 
working her cunt on the paperboy's sliding cock. It felt good. She was 
building toward the ultimate pleasure. She felt so good that she found 
herself sucking the cock in her mouth with a sort of hunger. 

The paperboy grunted and whimpered. His prick flexed hard and he collapsed 
on top of her, his skinny body shuddering as spasms ripped through his 
teenaged loins. Hot cum spurted deep inside her. "Ahhhh!" he whined. 
"Ohhhhhh!" 

Ann humped upward in a frenzy, her pussy milking his spurting cock, sucking 
the hot cream from it, nearly skinning it. Round after round of hot teenaged 
cum gushed into Ann's fuck-hole. The boy whimpered as if he were being 
whipped. The moment he was done shooting, he yanked his cock out of her. Ann 
wanted to tear his hair out. She bit hard into the cock in her mouth. 

"Jesus Christ!" The boy straddling her slapped her face, ripping his cock 
out of her throat. He studied the tooth-marks in his prickshaft, then began 
slamming her viciously all over the face with his bludgeon-like fucker. 
"Goddamn bitch! I'll teach you to bite my cock!" 

Sobbing, her head jolted by the stinging whops of the boy's cock, Ann heard 
the paperboy, as if through a haze, say: 

"She almost sucked my guts out. I thought my balls were gonna pop." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

They dragged her inside, one boy keeping her in a headlock while he twisted 
his fist in her mouth, another boy slapping and kicking her ass and telling 
her to move. The boys left all their clothing, consisting of three pairs of 
shorts and one jockstrap, strewn across the pool deck along with her 
brand-new, expensive bikini. They barged into the house as if they owned the 
place, seemingly unconcerned as to whether anyone else would be inside. 

In the kitchen, next to the telephone, they found the note Mort had left, 
giving the numbers at which he could be reached in event of an emergency. 

"Looks like the old man won't be home for three whole fucking days," said 
the blond, grinning dementedly. He crumpled up the note and shoved it down 
the garbage disposal. 

Ann realized she was in the hands of three violent rapists. She imagined 
them tied up, their smug, stupid faces glowing as she slapped them again and 
again and again, nearly snapping their necks with her violent blows. 

"Bend her over the table, you turkeys. I wanna see what kind of ass she's 
got." The curly-haired boy dripped fuck-lube on the floor. 

"Fuck you, Brian," said the blond. "You and Ben both got your pricks warmed 
up in her. It's my turn now." 

"I didn't get off, turkey," Brian said. 

"Whose fault is that?" said the blond, stroking his cock and staring 
lustfully at Ann, who was still being held and gagged by the paperboy. "You 
had enough time. Ben got off." 

Ann started to struggle. She couldn't listen to this anymore. She couldn't 
stand being held. 

"Hey, prick-biter, hold still!" Brian came over and he slapped her ass. 
"Hold still!" He slapped her again. 

Ben and Brian, working together, managed to throw her facedown over the 
kitchen table. She was bent over, her feet still on the floor, her belly and 
tits mashed against the table. Ben climbed up and he straddled her upper 
back, sitting on it. He dug his fingers into her hair and scalp, at the same 
time bearing down and grinding her face against the tabletop. She whimpered, 
drooling spit and snot. 

The blond, named Tim, she'd learned and Brian stood behind her, taking in 
her ass with their lust-mad eyes. Hot fingers with sharp nails yanked her 
asscheeks apart. 

"Hey, Ben," Tim said, whistling. "You oughta see this asshole. Sexiest 
shitter you ever saw. Bet you'd like to plug it." 

"Let me see it," Ben said. "Somebody else hold her. Let me see it." The 
paperboy twisted around, trying to get a look. 

"Stay there," Brian said. "You already had your fun for awhile. You got 
three fucking days to get your smelly prick up her ass. Hold her now." 

The paperboy dug his fingers deeper into her scalp, hurting her, as if it 
were her fault that he couldn't get at her asshole. His hot prick throbbed 
near her cheek, dripping fuck-lube again, even though he had shot off only 
minutes ago. 

They made her spread her legs wider as they squatted, inspecting her most 
private parts. She could feel their lusting breaths on her inner thighs, on 
her crotch and ass. 

"Christ, she's juicy!" Tim said. "It's running out of her like paste." He 
licked her thigh. 

"What the fuck ya doing, turkey?" 

"I'm gonna eat some pussy, if you don't mind," Tim said. 

"Christ! Didn't know you were a pussy-eater." 

"I'll do it-when I'm hungry. A year in the joint gets a guy hungry." Tim 
started to lap at her legs, moving up to suck on her crotch. 

"Shit!" Brian said, and suddenly he was licking, too. 

Ann gasped, wiggling her ass as hot tongues assailed her sensitive 
thighflesh, her pussy and asscrack. The boys' tongues felt like wriggling 
snakes on her ass and between her legs and she started to pant, her 
excitement mounting fast. The boys sucked and munched, slurping up her 
fuck-juices. Ann couldn't stand it. She wanted to squeal out loud. The boys 
sounded like pigs at a feeding trough, sucking down slop. 

"Shit!" Tim growled. "Oh, shit!" He slid up her body, shoved his prick 
between her legs, greasing it with her fuck-slime. He wiped his dripping 
prick up and down her asscrack, twisting it against her ass pucker. "I'm 
gonna have me some hot ass," he muttered, forcing his cock into her. 

Ann whined as the boy's big prick forced open her ass pucker. The pain was 
searing. It was the same pain she'd felt when that kid had plugged her ass 
with his cock way back in high school. 

Her rapist now seemed to appreciate her cry of pain, seemed to be excited by 
it. "Yeah!" he breathed, grinding his prick into her resisting asshole. "Oh, 
yeah! Feel it, bitch, feel it!" 

"Ram it in there!" Brian said, panting excitedly as he watched his brother's 
huge cock disappear up the asshole of the helpless woman. "Fuck the shit out 
of her! Oh, yeah!" 

"Ahhhh!" Tim fucked his prick in all the way, rubbing his belly against her 
ass, digging his fingers into her hips as he tugged on her ass and tried to 
force his cock in even deeper. 

Ann shivered, holding her breath. She wished she were dead. The pain was 
unbearable. As the boy started to fuck, she howled, struggling, squirming. 

"Hold her, Ben, don't let her up!" Brian had stood up and was standing back 
to watch, jacking on his prick, jerking his thick foreskin up and down. 
"Look at that bitch wiggle! How's it feel, Tim, you turkey?" 

"Oh, Christ, it's like a nest of hot worms in her shithole!" Tim fucked 
rhythmically, his prick squishing in her asshole. 

"Oh, shit!" Ben muttered, beating his cock, rubbing its burning knob against 
Ann's cheek. "Oh, shit!" 

"Shit is right," laughed Brian. "He's fucking the shit out of her." 

Ann gnawed on her wrist, her bowels on fire. Each time the rutting youth 
thrust into her, she gasped, almost screaming from the painful stretch from 
his big cock fucking into her tight and tender asshole. She could feel his 
bloated cock knob twist and throb deep in her guts. It was as if a billy 
club were being plunged into her again and again. The boy's prick was as 
hard as oak. 

"Ohhh, yeahhhh, this is hot, this is better than pussy, yeahhhh!" Tim 
sounded delirious. He fucked faster, his prick pulsating and quivering. 
"Tight, ahhhh!" 

"Shit, you turkey, cream her, for christsake!" Brian paced back and forth, 
jerking on his prick, dripping fuck-lube all over the kitchen floor. 

Ben bounced up and down like an excited kid, crushing the wind out of her as 
he jacked his cock like a monkey in a zoo. "Man, I wanna fuck her ass! Oh, I 
wanna fuck it!" He muttered as if to himself. 

Ann started to bawl. She couldn't help herself. Tears rained on the table as 
she whined in pain and despair. They were all insane, all three of them. And 
they were using her as if she were a toy for their pleasure. She couldn't 
stand it. She wanted to die. She whined, tasting salty tears, sobbing, 
gasping. 

"Christ, her asshole sucks just like a pussy!" Tim plunged his cock again 
and again, squishing liquid noises bubbling around his prick. 

Brian paced like a lion at feeding time. "Cream her, you bastard! Jesus 
Christ!" He jerked his foreskin violently up and down his prickshaft. 

"Oh, oh, uh, oh!" Tim grunted, fucking, grinding, ramming. He squirmed 
against her ass, rubbing his belly madly against it. His prick swelled, 
hardening to stone, quivering as if electrified. He rammed it in her to the 
hilt and held on. "Ahhhhhh!" Torrents of hot cum gushed into her asshole. 
"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!" 

Ann almost shrieked with laughing relief. The hot jism squirting into her 
ravaged shithole was like a soothing balm. And she knew that soon the boy 
would haul his murderous prick out of her. She relaxed, almost enjoying the 
flexing and spurting of the hard cock inside her. Her loins contracted with 
each spasm of the youth's fucker, her asshole sucking it spontaneously. 

"Oooh, this is better than Janet's pussy!" moaned Tim, his skinny body 
jerking as he pumped his cum into the helpless woman. "Feels so good, oh, 
Christ!" 

Ann caught her breath as her rapist yanked his cock out of her. Air rushed 
into her open, reamed-out asshole. She felt so relieved, the tremendous 
pressure in her loins gone at last. 

"She's all yours," Tim said, stepping aside as Brian moved up behind her. 

"Christ, her asshole's wide open!" Brian said. "There's jizz leaking out of 
it. Fuck, what a hot-looking ass!" 

"Don't just talk about it, shove your hog in it," Tim said. 

"I will, turkey, just as soon as I get her tied up." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The idiotic thought that it was lucky she hadn't yet washed her bedspread 
hovered in Ann's chaotic mind as the boys flung her down on her bed. Ben was 
riding her back again, pinning her face-down to the gold spread while the 
other two boys tore open her dresser drawers and dove into her closet, 
tossing dresses and panties and bikinis everywhere. She swore at them, only 
to receive a crack on the side of the head from Ben, who told her to shut 
up. 

Tim dragged her clothes hamper from the closet, plunging his arms into it, 
then hauling out dirty underwear and nylons. "Smells like pussy," he said, 
chuckling. 

"Let me see." Brian snatched some pantyhose from Tim, and he pressed them to 
his nose, inhaling deeply as he jacked his slimy prick with his free hand. 
"Christ! Smells like bitch, all right." 

They went through everything, emptying out her closet and all her drawers, 
strewing all the clothing she owned all over the bedroom. Ann couldn't 
watch. She couldn't bear seeing her precious clothing treated like trash. 

The boys tore at her arms, stretching them out, one arm toward each head 
post of the bed. Nylon stockings cut into her wrists as the boys bound her 
arms to the posts. 

"No," she said. "Please don't." 

Ben cracked her alongside the head again. "Quiet!" 

"That's telling her, little brother," Tim said. 

Brian and Tim moved to the foot of the bed, yanking her legs apart wide, 
winding more nylons around her ankles and binding them securely to the foot 
posts. She was spread-eagled on the king-sized mattress in a facedown 
position, a monkeylike boy riding her back. Her legs were stretched wide, 
making her inner thighs ache. 

"You're hurting me," she whimpered. "Oh, God, just please stop!" 

"Gag her," Brian said. He tossed Ben some dirty panties. "Ram that into her 
big mouth." 

Ben forced the wad of panties in until she choked. He then wrapped a nylon 
stocking around her head, tying it savagely tight in order to hold the 
panties in her mouth. Ann salivated in the dirty panties, tasting her own 
pussy. 

"Get off her, turkey," Brian said. "She ain't going nowhere." As Ben climbed 
off her back, Brian jumped up on the bed between her legs. He fell on her 
then, ramming his hard, slippery prick between her asscheeks. 

Ann clenched her asscheeks together. Her asshole was sore. Another big cock 
inside her would kill her. 

"Open up, bitch," Brian growled, grinding his cock against her vise-tight 
ass pucker. He lay on her with his full weight, slobbering on her upper 
back, choking her with his swampy breath. 

She tied knots in her asshole, made her body stiff as wood. She'd die 
fighting him. 

"Christ she's tight!" Brian breathed hard, sweating. He bore down, rotating 
his loins, fucking his cock in savagely. His fuck-lube greased her ass 
pucker. As she squeezed, Tim's cum oozed out of her, lubricating her 
resisting shitter mouth even more. Brian's cockhead rammed her open, burying 
itself in her like a hot potato. 

Ann strained, arching her back and neck, gasping into her gag. He was going 
to split her in half. 

Brian grunted, fucking hard, grinding every inch of his cock up her clenched 
shithole. "Awwww! Wowwwww!" 

The tension in Ann's body erupted into violent shudders. She slumped against 
the mattress, moaning and sobbing, defeated again. 

"Christ, what an ass!" Brian writhed on top of her, grinding his cock inside 
her. As he began to fuck, working his cock in and out, Tim's cum frothed 
around his plunging prickshaft. "Tight, juicy fucking ass! Oh, yeah!" 

"Sucks almost better than Janet's throat, don't it?" Tim said. 

"Shut up and let me fuck, pussy-sucker." Brian humped, fucking his uncut 
prick in and out, grinding his hard body against Ann's backside. As he 
humped, he nuzzled down under her hair and gnawed on her neck, biting so 
hard that Ann was sure he'd break the skin and sever an artery. 

While Brian raped her asshole, his two brothers kept themselves busy. Tim 
rummaged through her scattered clothing, sniffing both the clean and dirty 
like a nosy dog. Ben paced around the bed, jacking his cock and muttering 
dementedly to himself as he eyed his brother's cock reaming out Ann's 
asshole. 

She moaned into her gag, twisting her head in agony as Brian ripped at the 
back of her neck with his teeth and slammed his cock in her asshole. God, 
why couldn't she just die? The humiliation and pain were worse than death. 
What had she ever done to deserve this? 

Brian braced his hands, bridging himself so he could fuck harder, faster, 
his loins able to swing more freely. His prick plunged. His belly smacked. 
Tim's cum frothed from Ann's clutching shithole, fucked out of her by 
Brian's pistoning prick. Brian grunted and moaned like a boar, giving free 
rein to his lust. The bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall, and 
Ann's body vibrated to her very bones. 

Tim was laughing. "Christ, the plaster's gonna fall off the ceiling if you 
fuck that bitch much harder." 

"Yeah!" Brian growled. "Yeahhh!" He fucked her, grinding his cock down into 
her with corkscrew motions, scouring her ass with his hard abdomen. 

Ann arched her back and neck, tightening her ass with all her strength. It 
was a defensive reflex of her body, but it didn't help any. If anything, it 
only excited the boy even more. 

"That's it, make it tight, bitch, make it real fucking tight! Yeahhhh!" 
Brian panted like a struggling wrestler, ramming his prick, jolting her ass 
so hard that she was glad for the gag in her mouth. Without it, she'd surely 
bite her tongue off, or break her teeth against each other. 

The fucking went on and on. Just when Ann thought the boy was going to 
explode into her, he paused momentarily and let it cool. Then he began in 
earnest again, driving himself toward climax, but stopping just short. He 
did this over and over, torturing Ann not only physically, but mentally as 
well. 

She jerked, tensing as a sharp pain drilled through her left big-toe. She 
felt her toe sucked into heat and wetness, then felt the sharp pain again. 
Craning her neck, she spotted Ben kneeling at the foot of the bed, his dirty 
mouth wrapped around her toe as he chewed and sucked it, jerking himself off 
all the while. 

They're eating me alive, she thought. Like cannibals. 

She dropped her head, writhing helplessly against her restraints and under 
her rapist. The gag in her mouth stifled her cries as Brian rammed her 
asshole with his rigid cock and Ben gnawed on her toes viciously. Having 
chewed the toes of Ann's left foot to numbness, the bestial teenager moved 
over to devour the toes of her right. The sharp bites were almost 
electrical, shooting up Ann's leg and making her jerk. 

"I'm hungry," Tim said. "Gonna see what I can find in the refrigerator. 
Anybody want anything? Beer? A ham sandwich?" The blond youth laughed as he 
swaggered out of the room, leaving his grunting brothers to fuck and devour 
their captive. 

The headboard knocked against the wall, the bed seeming to bounce on the 
floor from the violent fucking taking place on top of it. Cum and ass juices 
ran out of her reamed-open fuck-hole, leaking like a slimy paste into her 
cunt-furrow, pooling on the bedspread under her loins. Brian's muscular 
belly smacked her ass again and again, his tusk-like cock slicing in and 
out. His sweat dripped on her like hot rain. The smell of sweat and cum, of 
pussy and balls and shit, made the bedroom smell like a subway John. Ann had 
never felt so filthy in her life. She was drenched in filth. 

"Dirty bitch!" Brian spat. "Dirty fucking bitch! Fuck you! Fuck your smelly 
ass!" 

"Yeah!" Ben muttered, gnawing on Ann's foot, biting her heel. "Fuck her, 
fuck her!" 

Incredibly, and much to Ann's disgust, she realized that her pussy was 
tightening. A pleasure was throbbing in her loins. As the pleasure 
increased, she began to take a perverse delight in being tied down and 
raped, in being humiliated and tortured. She fought the emotion, kept 
repeating to herself that she wished she were dead, but the sensations 
mounted in her loins. Even her asshole, as aching and torn as it felt, 
prickled through with a fuck-itch like that which throbbed in her pussy. 

Enjoy it, a demonic voice deep inside her whispered. Feels so good, doesn't 
it? You love it, don't you? Isn't this what you've always wanted? Isn't this 
what you've always dreamed about? Admit it! You've been jacked off imagining 
something like this. 

No! Ann screamed at the voice, trying to drown it out with her thoughts. She 
thrashed on the bed, nearly severing her wrists and ankles as she strained 
at the nylon shackles. She bucked so hard that Brian had to fall on her to 
keep from being thrown off. His prick plunged to the hilt up her asshole, 
stuffing her completely, its knob throbbing in the pit of her guts, and 
Ann's asshole clutched it, squeezed it like a fist. A maddening tension 
threatened to explode in Ann's loins. 

Brian's cock exploded instead. 

"Godddaaammnnnn!" Brian shook all over as his cum burst like lava into Ann's 
guts. His prick swelled as big as an arm, as hard as a steel pipe. It 
shuddered, blasting more cum up her asshole. "Ahhhhhh!" 

Ann lay under him, her body tense, her asshole like a vise. Electrical 
sensations wriggled through her loins. She was dangerously close to coming. 
She couldn't believe it. She didn't want it, couldn't let it happen, not 
like this! 

The boy's prick shivered, spurting cum. He knifed it in and out with quick, 
short, sharp strokes, grunting all the while like an animal, biting her 
neck, tearing at her hair with his teeth, slobbering pasty spit all over her 
shoulders. His prick made disgusting squishing noises inside her as he added 
his own filthy fuck-load to the load his brother had shot earlier. 

"Ahhh, hot bitch ass! Hot fucking bitch ass! Fuck you, bitch, fuck-ohhhhh 
Christ!" He writhed as another spasm gripped him, ramming his prick in to 
the hilt and spurting. 

Ann's eyes rolled back. Her loins shook inside. The itchy fuck-sensations 
wriggled through her loins, driving her mad. Her ass jerked, her asshole 
sucking, the toe-curling spasms gnawing through her pussy and asshole 
simultaneously. Had she not been gagged, she would have whined like a female 
cat with a tom's barbed prick up her cunt. 

Ann's orgasm had hardly begun when Brian yanked his cock out. "Christ, what 
a sucking hole!" He slid off the bed. "She's all yours, turkey. I'm gonna 
get me some food." 

As Brian tromped out of the room, Ben jumped up on the bed, leaning close to 
watch Ann's asshole suck as her orgasm continued. "Wow! Oh, Jesus!" He 
mounted her, forcing his cock into her hard-gripping asshole. "Oh, mannn!" 

It was just Ann's luck that the boy should begin fucking as her orgasm was 
subsiding. As the fuck-sensation drained from her, a searing pain replaced 
it. 

"I'm gonna fuck the shit outa you," the paperboy muttered. "Yeah, I'm gonna 
fuck your guts out." 

Ann was ready to sweat blood. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The paperboy, although shorter and skinnier than his two older brothers, 
owned a cock as long and thick as theirs. And although he appeared shy and 
meek, he could be just as savage when mounted on the ass of a woman. This 
Ann was learning fast. He fucked harder and more viciously than he had when 
he'd raped her cunt on the diving board, perhaps because he was alone with 
her now and less self-conscious, perhaps because her being tied down excited 
him more. 

Did it really matter? Here she was, in her own house, tied down and helpless 
while one boy raped her and two other boys ransacked the place. Lord knew 
what they were doing downstairs. From time to time, she heard whoops and 
dirty laughter burst up the stairs. She jumped as something smashed, a plate 
or a glass. 

Suddenly Ben was untying her gag. He lay motionless on top of her, his big 
cock buried up her shitter to the hilt, his bony elbows digging into her 
upper back as he braced himself and worked on the knot. Impatient, he gave 
up trying to untie the gag and simply ripped it off. 

He dug into her mouth for the wadded panties. "You scream, and I'll knock 
your teeth out. Understand?" 

Ann nodded, ready to kiss his ass in gratitude. 

He yanked the panties out, and Ann sighed, working her jaws, taking deep 
breaths. She couldn't remember ever having experienced such relief. 

The boy flung the panties aside, then shoved his hands down under her to get 
at her tits. "Raise up a little so I can feel 'em." 

It was an impossible effort, but she did manage to lift up enough. The boy 
assisted by taking some of his weight off her. His hands squeezed her tits, 
his fingers pinching her nipples and making her gasp. "Like that?" 

No, I hate it! she wanted to shout. But instead, she gave him a grunt. 

"Yeah, feels good, don't it? Women's tits are like that." He pinched them 
again and her asshole contracted. He started to fuck again, his prick making 
obscene liquid noises in her cum-flooded asshole. "I love to fuck ass. Love 
to watch my prick slide in and out." He pushed up slightly to watch himself 
fuck. 

Except for a slight rawness in her asshole, Ann felt no pain now. Her 
shitter had been stretched out, and she had enough cum in it to lubricate it 
for the cock of a horse. 

The boy fucked rhythmically, his fingers clutching her tits. His breathing 
quickened and he fucked faster, his belly making clapping noises against her 
ass. He moaned. "Mmn, feels good. Feels so fucking good!" 

Cum bubbled out of Ann's well-raped shithole and dribbled through her cunt 
furrow in a warm stream. The spread was so wet under her belly that it was 
as if she'd pissed on it. The smell of cum rushed into her head a through 
her nostrils. She couldn't escape the vile odor even by holding her breath. 

"Ben," she said softly, using the tone she used to cajole extra spending 
money from Mort. "Ben, untie me." 

The kid jumped as if startled. "You crazy? You're my slave." He fucked 
faster, as if slightly panicked. 

"Please? I'll make it worth your while." 

"Shut up and get fucked." He wrenched her tits, making her arch up in agony. 

"Please, oh, God!" 

"I said, shut up!" He chewed into her neck. Hot spit ran over her collarbone 
and onto her tit. 

"Okay! Oh, God, please, okay, okay!" 

The boy rammed her ass, jolting her savagely. 

"I'm sorry!" she gasped, half-sobbing. 

"Shut up, bitch! You shouldn't have hit me, bitch! Gave me a goddamn black 
eye, bitch!" He ground his teeth and ground her ass, drooling on her, 
mauling her. 

Ann cursed herself for ever opening her mouth. She should have known that 
behind that meek exterior, the boy was a Jack-the-Ripper. 

"Feels good!" he growled, his voice deeper and louder. "Feels good, don't 
it, bitch? Feels good, don't it?" He ripped at her hair with his teeth. 

"Yes!" Ann gasped. "Yes, yes, oh, please!" 

"Shut up!" He chewed her ear, almost ripping it off. 

Tears rushed down Ann's cheeks again as she sobbed uncontrollably. She 
didn't dare say another word, though. There was no telling what the crazed 
boy might do to her. 

"Fucking bitch slave!" he muttered, pounding her ass, slicing his prick in 
and out of her slimy shithole. "I'm gonna fuck you to death, whore!" 

Ann whimpered pathetically. She really hadn't done anything to deserve such 
cruelty. One slap across the face didn't deserve repeated and savage rape. 
It didn't deserve her being tied down, called names, tortured. It didn't 
deserve her house being ransacked. If he was going to fuck her to death, 
then she prayed he'd get it over with quick. 

"Ahhh!" the boy groaned. "Yeahh, awww, fuck, bitch!" He grunted like a pig, 
fucking her with all his strength and energy, his spine whipping, his loins 
colliding with her ass faster and faster and harder and harder. 

The headboard banged against the wall again, undoubtedly gouging holes in 
the plaster. The mattress felt like a heaving ocean under Ann. The boy 
crushed her with all his weight, all his bone and muscle. She felt as if she 
were smothering, being steam-rollered. And his sword-like prick fucked her 
asshole, sliced in and out of it without mercy, fucking her to death, 
fucking the guts out of her. 

She grunted and whined and gibbered out of her head. Her despair was so 
great that she was losing her mind. In her hysteria, she almost laughed. 
There she was, a naked, helpless, bound woman being fucked by a vicious 
youth-her paperboy, no less. He was not only fucking her like an animal, but 
was biting her, mauling her, grinding his body against her as if he wanted 
to rub her out like a cigarette butt. It was the most savage sight she'd 
ever imagined, but it was real, and it was happening now-to her! 

"Goddamn you!" she gasped. "Bastard!" 

"Shut up!" The boy clawed her tits, gouging her sensitive nipples with his 
horny fingernails. 

"Bastard!" 

"Shut up!" He ripped at the back of her neck with his teeth, breaking the 
skin. A small trickle of blood, like hot sweat, moved down her neck. The boy 
sucked at the wound, licked up the blood as it bubbled out. "Oh, fuck!" He 
fucked with sweeping rotations of his loins, grinding his prick in even 
deeper. Her blood apparently excited him even more. 

"Vampire!" she growled. "Dirty filthy bloodsucker! Leech!" 

"I'm gonna kill you!" the boy muttered, his tone almost pained. "I'm gonna 
kill you!" 

Ann growled, foaming at the mouth. She knew she'd lost her mind completely. 
She writhed under the thrusting, grunting boy, fighting her bonds, fighting 
him, defying the universe. Even a primal scream couldn't compare to the 
violent intensity of her emotions right now. She had sunk to the level of an 
animal, had sunk even deeper than that. She was pure gut emotion and feeling 
now, pure unbridled energy. 

"Ahhhh!" she whined. "Godddammnnn!" Suddenly her loins came alive, saturated 
with fuck-sensation. Pussy-cream spurted from her contracting cunt. The 
sensations took hold of her entire body. She felt them in her head, in her 
guts, in her legs and feet. She'd never experienced anything like it in her 
life. "Bite me, you bastard, bite me again! Bite!" 

"Fuck you!" The boy planted his teeth in a new spot on the back of her neck 
and let them sink. His canine fangs pierced her skin. 

"Oh, Goddd!" Shudders passed down Ann's spine as electricity shot from the 
boy's teeth, as fresh blood oozed out and the boy sucked it. "Oh, oh, oh, 
fuck!" 

Ann's fingers and toes prickled as if being needled. Her tits swelled, her 
nipples becoming hard as rubber. Every cell of her body tingled with sexual 
tension and sensation. Her loins pulsated with a maddening heat and 
fuck-itch, her asshole sucking the boy's sliding cock like a hungry mouth. 
She was on the verge of an orgasm, balancing there on the very edge, and she 
wanted the sensation to go on forever. 

"Ohhhhh, Jesus fucking Christ!" the boy groaned, arching up, driving his 
prick into her like a red-hot spear and holding it there, buried to the 
hilt, as Ann's asshole sucked it fiercely, nearly popping the knob off his 
cock shaft. He shivered all over, yanking his cock back, then fucking it 
into Ann's prick-skinning asshole again. "Ohh, ohhh, ahhhh!" His prick 
shuddered violently as his cum gushed out, filling Ann's asshole and mixing 
with the cum of his two brothers. "Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" He whined 
painfully as he worked his cock with tight, quick thrusts, pumping his 
swelling, pulsating, cum-spurting prick in the depths of Ann's sucking 
shithole. 

Ann's head seemed to whirl. She was dizzy, even lying down. The sensation in 
her loins intensified and overflowed. Spasms clawed through her cunt, 
through her asshole. She gnawed on the bedspread, whining with a pleasure 
too intense to bear. Explosions went off in her brain, in her loins. An 
ecstatic energy surged through her spine and legs, surging in long, intense 
spurts. She quivered under the rutting, jism-shooting boy, for the first 
time in her life experiencing the pleasure she'd so long dreamed of, had so 
long desired. 

"Oh, man, juicy fucking bitch!" The boy's cum overflowed her asshole, his 
prick squishing inside her as it flexed, oozing out the last of his jism. 

Ann's asshole sucked, her pleasure continuing to pulse from the pit of her 
asshole, where the tip of the boy's prick kissed it again and again, 
spitting electricity even though it had stopped spitting cum. The feeling 
was marvelous, better than she'd ever imagined it would be. It was the 
feeling she had always craved, the ultimate feeling, getting fucked to 
orgasm, then writhing with ecstasy while a big hard cock throbbed inside her 
body, cum drenching her pleasure-saturated fuck-meat. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Ann sighed. "Ohhh, yessss!" 

The boy lay on her, unmoving, his breathing fast and deep. His mouth had 
gone slack and he drooled on her neck. He'd fallen asleep, exhausted, his 
prick buried inside her. His sleeping weight crushed her, making her 
claustrophobic. Within seconds, she was close to panic. 

The doorbell rang downstairs, and Ann's panic changed to instant 
elation-rescue! 

"Help!" she screamed. "Help! Help!" 

Jerking awake, Ben clapped his hand over her mouth. He had no need to, 
however, because her cries had fallen on unsympathetic ears. Whooping and 
laughter and shouting welled up from downstairs, the voices of a gang of 
rowdy teenagers. And the loudest voices of them all, those of Brian and Tim, 
shouted, "Party time! Party time!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

They had her tied up and on display like a carnival freak. They'd gagged her 
again, with some boy's sweaty Jockey shorts wadded up and stuffed in her 
mouth and a tight nylon stocking around her head. Her arms were tied behind 
her back, nylons around her bound-together wrists. Her legs had been 
jack-knifed and bound to her chest, her knees pressed to her tits. They'd 
wrapped ropes around and around her body, ropes that cut into her skin, 
ropes that bound her folded legs to her torso and made her resemble a big 
ball of bare flesh. 

She was like a beach ball. They could sit her up, her chin resting on her 
knees, or they could knock her over and roll her around, the cum leaking out 
of her asshole and pussy like the slime from a slug. She was the helpless 
sexual toy of a crowd now. At least a dozen teenagers had arrived so far, 
including three females, and more were on the way. Brian kept punching 
buttons on the phone while he leaned close to the opened phone book. It 
seemed as if he was determined to invite every teenager in town to "the 
party," as he called it. 

The kids lost no time stripping after they arrived. The boys paraded around, 
hard-ons wagging some of them dripping fuck-lube on the carpet. The girls 
wiggled their asses and showed off their nubile tits, giggling and shrieking 
as boys grabbed them and used them. One girl lay on the couch now, her legs 
waving in the air as a grunting youth fucked between them, his muscular ass 
bouncing, his prick plunging fast. The girl tossed her head from side to 
side, her hands clutching the boy's upper back. 

Another girl stood bent over, hands braced on her knees while the youth 
mounted on her ass rammed his prick in and out of her leaking pussy. A boy 
stepped up in front of her and stuffed his cock in her mouth. She gagged for 
a moment, then began to suck, her throat swelling as the boy sank his cock 
in her face to the hilt. 

The third girl sat naked on the floor between the hairy legs of a boy who 
was sitting in Mort's favorite easy chair. As the boy relaxed back, a 
blissful expression on his face, the girl lapped hungrily at his big hairy 
balls, her hand jerking up and down his rampant prick. 

"How ya doing, sexy bitch?" A smirking boy with a can of beer in his hand 
squatted slightly in front of Ann, who was sitting up, and let his dripping 
prick throb against her nose. 

Ann closed her eyes, repulsed by the taunt and by the sweaty, musky aroma of 
his prickhead. Didn't teenaged boys ever wash? She wondered. Mort's prick 
always smelled like deodorant soap. All these boys had cocks that smelled 
like toilets. 

The boy wiggled his hips, letting his cock swing from side to side and thud 
against her cheeks. "Dying to suck it, ain't ya? Too bad. I see you're 
sucking on underwear now. Catch ya later, bitch." He dumped some beer on her 
face and walked away. 

Ann waited awhile, then slowly opened her eyes. Some beer dripped off her 
eyelash and she blinked, her eye irritated and watering. 

"Ooooh, ahhhh, mannnn!" bellowed the boy who was fucking between the legs of 
the girl on the couch. He panted, jerking up and down frantically as he 
poured his cum into the cunt of the girl. 

The girl, her toes clawing at the boy's ass, sighed loudly, her eyes rolling 
back to white slits, her body quivering, then jerking as spasms ripped 
through her teenaged loins. "Coming!" she moaned. "Coming!" 

Ann watched in stunned fascination. Was the girl really coming? How did she 
manage to come so easily, so quickly? The boy hadn't been fucking her more 
than a few minutes. Ann envied the girl, being able to come so effortlessly 
while fucking. It wasn't fair. She hated the girl. 

The doorbell rang and more kids arrived. Ann regretted now that her house 
was set back well away from the street and her yard hidden on all but the 
front side by a thick, tall hedge. The house across the street was hidden by 
its own hedge of the thick cedar trees. None of her neighbors could even see 
her house. Otherwise they might get suspicious about all the kids entering 
it. 

Tim and Ben appeared from the basement, each boy lugging a case of beer, fat 
prick and balls resting atop the case as if on a display plate. Boys cheered 
at the sight of the beer. 

"There's a lot more where that came from," Tim said. "This place must have 
been a brewery at one time." 

Ann cringed. They'd found Mort's stock, both imported and domestic. He 
collected brands of beer like she collected bikinis. He had enough down 
there to get the whole town looped. She couldn't imagine what would happen 
as these rowdy youths got drunk, then drunker. And Mort, if she lived to 
face him, would throw the tantrum of his life to find his precious stock 
looted. Why didn't somebody just kill her and solve her problems? 

"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck!" The boy sprawled in Mort's chair was bucking, his big 
dick spurting like a fountain as the giggling girl between his legs pumped 
two hands up and down his slippery prick. Gobs of cum shot all over, on his 
belly, on the girl's face and tits. His balls pulsed in bold relief, two 
swollen eggs. "Suck it, goddamn you, suck it!" 

The girl leaned closer, licking the youth's jerking prick, eating his cum as 
it spurted out, but not going down on it. When the boy had finished 
shooting, he slammed her viciously back and forth across her face with his 
cum-dripping fucker, cursing her for spitting out his cock just as it had 
begun to spurt. 

"Clean me off, bitch!" he ordered, and the girl licked the jizz off his 
belly and balls and cock. She smirked as she lapped, but had stopped 
giggling. 

Ann found herself salivating. For just a moment she envied the girl who was 
eating the youth's cum. She pushed the thought out of her mind violently a 
moment later. It's all this nudity and shameless sex going on, she told 
herself. She wasn't used to witnessing it. 

A couple of boys, beer cans in their hands, dragged the two girls who had 
finished pleasuring their buddies over to the threesome that was still going 
at it, the bent-over girl being fucked from behind by one youth while a 
second youth fucked her throat. The two girls, thrown down on their knees 
and gripped by the hair, were ordered to lick the assholes of the two 
humping, grunting boys. When they refused, whips were called for. A belt was 
brought, and a doubled-up rope. As excited boys, all holding cans or bottles 
of beer, gathered around the two girls were thrashed into submission, which 
came after only a few lashes. The two girls buried their noses in the 
ass-furrows of the two fucking boys and began to lick as if the boys had 
honey leaking from their shit holes. 

"Get those tongues in there, ass-sucking bitches!" shouted a boy, his words 
slightly slurred, and other boys urged the two girls on. 

The two youths who were doing the fucking started to wriggle as tongues 
licked out their assholes. Within seconds one boy was shooting his cum up 
the twat of the girl he was fucking. Before he dismounted, his partner on 
the other end was choking his girl with a heavy load of cum. The audience 
cheered them on, ordering the choking girl to suck down every drop, making 
sure the two girls on their knees continued sucking ass until the two 
fuckers had satisfied themselves completely. 

The doorbell rang and more boys barged in, arms around the necks of four 
more red-faced, laughing females. Ann could see the pricks harden in the 
jeans and shorts of the boys, could see the newly arrived teenaged girls 
blush even redder and their nipples stiffen in halter-cups or T-shirts. The 
new arrivals stripped themselves and each other in only moments. Every boy's 
prick was hard, every girl's nipples stiff and flushed. Fuck lube oozed from 
cum holes and pussy-holes. The scent of cocks and balls and pussy made Ann 
feel as if she were suffocating. Suddenly two dozen, maybe three dozen naked 
teenagers were surrounding Ann, gawking at her, laughing at her, nudging and 
pinching her. 

She clamped her eyes shut, praying that at any moment she would wake up from 
a nightmare. This had to be a horrible dream. It just couldn't be real. 

Suddenly hands were ripping her gag off, were yanking the wadded briefs out 
of her mouth. And she knew it was real-all too real. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Eat that pussy, cunt mouth!" A boy had Ann by the back of her head and was 
mashing her face between the legs of the girl squatting over her. 

Other boys kicked at her. They all had sharp toenails that gouged. "Lick out 
that crotch, whore!" another boy said. More kicks, more growled commands 
followed for Ann to suck out the girl's cum-drooling pussy. 

Ann held her breath, turning purple from the strain. She had her mouth 
clamped shut, was grinding her teeth. She didn't care what they did to her. 
She would not eat that filthy, smelly female crotch, especially with that 
grayish male fuck-slime oozing out of it. 

"Come on, momma," taunted the girl, herself. "Lick out my juicy cunt. Ain't 
you never sucked pussy before? It's sexy. All the girls do it nowadays." She 
squatted lower, rubbing her hairy pussylips all over Ann's face and frosting 
it with pussy-cream and jism. It was the girl who had gotten fucked on the 
couch, humping face-to-face and fucked to orgasm. It was the bitch who had 
come so easily, whining with spastic pleasure while the youth had spurted 
his load up her clutching cunt, the bitch Ann had envied, had hated for 
being able to come so easily. 

The girl reached between her legs, spreading her seething fuck-hole. Jism 
ran out, dribbling over Ann's nose and lips. "Come on, momma, eat me, suck 
me." 

Ann was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, against her will, her mouth 
opened and air rushed into her lungs. At the same time, hot dripping cunt 
meat was forced between her lips and the taste of pussy and cum gagged her. 

The boy behind her, his knees braced against her back, his fingers wrapped 
in her hair, jerked and twisted her head, grinding her face and mouth 
between the laughing girl's legs. Everybody was laughing at her, jeering at 
her. 

"Suck her out," ordered the boy gripping Ann's head. "Eat that pussy. Eat 
that cum." 

Ann gagged repeatedly as salty and tart fuck-juices leaked down her throat. 

"Hey Wrennie, what did you shoot in that bitch-poison?" somebody yelled. 
"The old lady sounds like she's gonna croak from it!" 

Ann never heard Wrennie's reply because the girl started shrieking at her. 
"Use your tongue, for christsake! What's the matter, momma, didn't nobody 
ever teach you how to eat pussy?" 

Ann rammed her tongue up the girl's filthy cunt, receiving a gush of cum and 
pussy-cream, half of which ran down her neck and between her tits. As the 
girl squealed and wiggled her ass like a fucked bitch, Ann gnawed into her 
lust-swollen cuntlips. The girl gasped, grinding her crotch against Ann's 
mouth, her pussy clutching madly at Ann's twisting, pistoning tongue. 

"Oh, God, oh, fuck!" the girl gibbered. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" The girl's 
cunt 

SO contracted with powerful throbbing and sucks. 

Somebody slapped the spasming girl's ass and sent her tumbling into the 
close-gathered crowd of naked girls and boys. She swore at the interruption 
of her pleasure, then groaned with satisfaction as hands groped between her 
legs, crushing out the rest of her orgasm. 

Ann had no time to watch the girl writhe, however, because immediately that 
girl's pussy was replaced with the cunt of the girl who had been fucked 
standing up, the one who had been bent over and fucked from behind like a 
she-goat while her throat had been stuffed from the front. The girl's legs 
were all pasty with the cum that had leaked from her pussy, and Ann was 
forced to lick them clean before her face was rammed against the girl's 
horny pussy. This girl came even faster than the first, moaning and 
wriggling as her hairy crotch exploded in Ann's face. Ann was shocked when 
hot pussyjuice sprayed from the girl's cunt as she spasmed. The hot juice 
ran down on Ann's tits, what of it Ann didn't swallow. 

"Get away, dizzy cunt!" A boy knocked the girl aside and stepped up in her 
place, squatting slightly to bring his rampant cock to the level of Ann's 
mouth. His throbbing prick was enormous, the largest one Ann had ever seen. 
The boy rammed the knob against her lips, leaking fuck-lube down her chin. 
He grabbed her ears, forcing her to open her mouth wide. "Eat it, damn you, 
swallow it!" 

It was like swallowing a fist, or a king size apple. No more than his cock 
head would fit in her mouth. It throbbed in her mouth like a big slab of hot 
salty meat. 

"Suck it!" the boy hissed. "Pleasure it." 

Ann did the best she could, which was to lick the underside of the enormous 
knob. Even the boy seemed to realize that it would be futile to try stuffing 
more of his cock in her mouth. As she sucked his prickhead, fuck-lube 
bubbled from his wide-open pisshole and ran down Ann's throat like postnasal 
drip. Fascinated by the knob's size, and by his huge pisshole, Ann let her 
tongue explore as it would. She probed his open pisshole, tasting sticky 
fuck-lube. His piss-slit was so big, she could shove her tongue inside it. 
She twisted her tongue, screwing it in at least an inch. 

"Yeahhhh! Yeahhhh!" the boy moaned. "Keep it up, keep it up!" His legs shook 
and the vibrations were transmitted through his fuck rod. 

Vibrations shook Ann's tongue, passing through her mouth. Her entire face 
and throat tingled pleasantly. A sudden hunger made her suck fiercely, all 
the while drilling the youth's pisshole with her tongue. 

"Goddamn!" the boy cried. "Oh, fuck!" His prick shuddered powerfully, its 
knob swelling. He wrenched Ann's ears and cried out again as an enormous 
load of cum gushed down Ann's throat. His cum was so hot and thick, and it 
came so fast, that Ann gagged repeatedly, trying to swallow his jizz before 
it drowned her. 

"Yeahhhhh!" the boy moaned. "Ahhh!" His cum kept spurting, huge wads of it, 
fluffy and thick as hot pudding. 

He pulled out while his prick was still pulsing with the aftershocks of 
orgasm, and Ann was left with a mouthful and throat full of cum, which she 
did her best to swallow, although much of it ran down her chin and neck. 

"Goddamn, what a sucking bitch!" Another boy stepped up, beating other boys 
to Ann's mouth. His prick was large, but a dwarf compared to the giant she'd 
just sucked on. He sank his prick all the way down her throat, fucking it in 
to the hilt, rubbing his hairy groin savagely against her nose and making 
her snot run. As she sucked his cock, she swallowed as much of her own snot 
as the boy's cockjuice. 

He humped, using her mouth and throat like a cunt, fucking her face. The 
more she choked and blubbered, the more he seemed to enjoy it and the more 
excited he became. His prick was like hot steel, mercilessly reaming out her 
throat as he fucked. He jerked on Ann's head until it swam inside. All she 
could do was close her eyes and hold on, letting the boy use her face and 
throat as he wished. She was helpless. When the boy's cum squirted out like 
hot milk, scalding her tonsils, sliding down her throat, she swallowed it 
with a kind of gratitude. Now he'd let her go, his savage teenaged lust 
temporarily sated. 

Just as she knew he would, the boy pulled out the moment the pleasure 
subsided in his cock and his cum stopped spurting out. Ann enjoyed a few 
seconds of fresh air and relative peace before the next boy fought his way 
to her mouth to use it like a fuck-toy. As his hard prick slid down her 
throat, she closed her eyes, trying to forget what was happening, the abuse, 
the degradation. She was nothing more than a scrunched-up ball of fuck-meat, 
with three juicy holes for boys to dip their pricks in and get their 
pleasure from. 

When the boy had shot his load, another boy took his place. When would it 
end? How many more cocks would she have to suck? How many more cocks were 
going to fuck her throat raw? How much more cum could she swallow before she 
vomited? She could feel the pool of thick cum in her stomach, sensed it 
steaming, fermenting, bubbling like a witch's brew in a caldron. She retched 
just as another cock exploded in her mouth, sending fresh fuck-poison 
rolling down her throat. The boy moaned, gasped and pistoned his cock until 
he'd fucked out every last drop. Another boy took his place almost before 
he'd pulled out. 

Hairy balls flapped against her chin. Sweat dripped own on her. She could 
smell nothing but sweaty cocks and balls, sweaty armpits, cum and more cum. 
The air in the living room was superheated despite the air-conditioning. The 
air-conditioning system, even set on high-cool, wouldn't have been able to 
handle the body heat of three-dozen or more lusting teenagers. And more were 
arriving every few minutes, banging on the door, laying on the chimes until 
they whined as if in pain, bursting into the house as if they owned the 
place, tearing off their sweaty clothes, joining the orgy. 

She wasn't the only female being abused. She heard choking and caught a 
glimpse of a girl on her knees while two muscular youths, teeth bared, 
rammed their two cocks down her throat at the same time. Another girl had 
been spread-eagled face-up in front of the TV set. Boys held her arms and 
legs down while a boy squatted over her face and forced her to lick out his 
asshole. Another girl was being forced to suck the squatting youth's stiff 
prick. That girl, in turn, was being fucked from behind, whether up the cunt 
or the asshole, Ann couldn't tell. 

The girl on her knees nearby blubbered, choking and struggling as the two 
boys simultaneously fucking her throat began to pop their loads. Her face 
turned purple as they nearly strangled her with their sliding cocks and 
their profuse loads of cum, some of which bubbled from the girl's hugely 
stretched mouth and dripped on her young tits. When they got done with her, 
they knocked her over and kicked her aside, laughing and lifting bottles of 
beer to their lips. One of the boys walked right over the sniveling girl, 
his big toes digging into her tender white ass-cheek, as he stumbled off 
through the crowd in search of who-knew-what. 

"Eat it, bitch, suck it out!" bellowed the boy sitting on the spread-eagled 
girl's mouth while another girl sucked his rampant prick. His ass quivered, 
bucking as he rammed his prick in and out of the sucking girl's mouth. She 
gagged, unable to swallow all his cum, which drooled from her mouth, 
drenching the boy's balls and dripping on the ass-sucking girl's neck. All 
the while he was shooting, he never stopped rubbing his dirty ass in the 
spread-eagled girl's face. "Eat it," he said again. "Oh, Jesus Christ, suck 
it out!" 

Ann nearly snapped off the cock in her mouth when she realized what was 
actually happening, receiving a cuff alongside the head until her jaws 
loosened. Then she retched, as close to vomiting as she'd come yet. For when 
the boy who was coming yelled, "suck it out," he was speaking not only to 
the girl sucking his spurting cock, but to the girl eating out his asshole, 
as well. The girl under him thrashed violently as other boys held her down 
and as the boy sitting on her face forced a huge thick turd into her mouth. 
The turd was no less than the size of his cock, and at least half of it had 
slid down the girl's throat. 

"Suck on it, you dirty bastard whore!" the boy growled, the turd slipping 
all the way out of his asshole as he lifted up, knocking the prick-sucking 
girl away and struggling to his feet. 

Most of the attention in the room had turned to the scene in front of the TV 
where the spread-eagled girl, a cute petite blonde, was crying huge tears 
and sucking on the big brown turd as if it were a cock. A hush came over the 
room. One boy got so excited by the scene that he lost control of his slow 
prick-jacking and spurted a thick, gummy load all over the turd-sucking 
girl's naked body. 

The boy who had shit wasn't finished with his cruelty yet. He thrust his 
hand into the hair of the girl who had sucked his cock, and he dragged her 
over until her face hovered over the protruding end of the solid turd. "Suck 
shit!" he growled, and forced her head down. The naked end of the turd slid 
between the girl's lips, slid down her throat. The two girl's kissed, 
sucking on a common cylinder of shit. It seemed as if everyone in the room 
was holding his or her breath. Even the boy currently fucking Ann's throat 
had paused to watch. 

"Go on, suck it, give it a blowjob." The boy who had laid the turd squeezed 
on the top girl's head, pulled on her hair, made her bob her head. 

She gagged again and again, crying like the bottom girl, raining hot tears 
all over the little blonde's face. As her head moved up and down, her lips 
sliding around the big thick turd, the turd began to soften, to melt. Shitty 
juice dripped from the girl's lips, ran down over the little blonde's 
cheeks. The boy who was kneeling behind the upper girl and who had been 
fucking her dog-style, resumed his fucking, driving his prick in and out of 
the girl's asshole. His eyes focused on the girl's lips as they slid up and 
down the big turd. He was fascinated, terribly excited by the scene, as was 
almost every other boy in the room. They'd all stopped drinking their beer, 
had stopped shouting. Except for the boys with cocks buried down the 
throats, or up the cunts or assholes of girls, every other boy was stroking 
his rampant cock and breathing hotly. 

Ann's current fucker resumed fucking her throat. In order to keep him from 
fucking too fast and interfering with her relatively undisturbed view of the 
turd-sucking girls, she sucked the boy's cock vigorously, using her tongue 
to stimulate his throbbing prick knob. He slowed his fucking, letting her 
suck and pleasure his cock while he looked over his shoulder and watched the 
two girls being forced to suck shit. 

"Suck that turd," muttered the boy who was fucking the turd-sucker's 
asshole. "Oh, yeah, suck it!" He fucked faster and faster, smacking his 
belly against the girl's ass as she bobbed her head, her shitty lips sliding 
up and down around the hunk of shit. 

"Suck that turd," muttered the boy who was fucking the turd-sucker's 
asshole. "Oh, yeah, suck it!" He fucked faster and faster, smacking his 
belly against the girl's ass as she bobbed her head, her shitty lips sliding 
up and down around the hunk of shit. 

"You, too, bitch! Suck!" A boy had stepped up between the blonde girl's 
legs, and he was twisting his big toe viciously in her cunt, digging into 
her tender cunt meat with his toenail. 

The little blonde writhed, sobbing pathetically, shitty saliva running like 
brown paste down her cheeks. As the boy rammed his toe in deep, making her 
body shiver, she sucked the turd buried in her throat. The upper girl's head 
bobbed and their lips met again and again in a shit-sucking kiss. It was as 
if a big, double-ended dildo was being shared by the two sniveling girls, 
each of them blowing one end of it, their lips meeting again and again as it 
worked in and out of their mouths. 

"Jesus fucking Christ!" A boy stepped up, his hand a blur on his cock, wads 
of hot jism spurting from his gaping cumhole and splat-ting down all over 
the two girls. 

Another boy stepped up, his skinny body quivering, and fired another load on 
the turd-suckers. 

Suddenly the ass-fucking boy was bucking frantically, grunting as he blasted 
his cum up the asshole of the shit-eater. He snapped his head from side to 
side, his eyes rolling back and glassy with pleasure. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" gasped the girl whose asshole was being pumped full of cum. 
And it was obvious that she was coming, coming despite her mouthful of shit! 
She squirmed, her tits swinging, her ass churning around the fucking, 
spurting cock. In her excitement, she chewed the turd, biting it in half. 

"Swallow it!" a boy ordered. 

A boy squatted next to her, forcing a fist into her shit-filled mouth. He 
twisted his other fist against the blonde's mouth, ramming the protruding 
end of turd in and choking her. The two girls struggled, but they were 
helpless. Gagging repeatedly, as if choking to death, the two girls, little 
by little, swallowed the hunks of shit. The scene so excited the boys 
watching that three more of them lost their loads, raining their hot thick 
jism on the two struggling girls. 

The prick in Ann's mouth swelled, quivered, then spurted. The boy rammed his 
cock down Ann's throat to the hilt, his balls contracting against her chin 
as his hot cum shot down her throat. Her head vibrated with each spasm of 
the youth's cock. 

The room reeked of shit and cum. The tension and silence dissolved into 
laughter as the two girls finished swallowing shit and as several more boys 
jerked off on them. All the other girls, who now numbered at least a dozen, 
were thrown down on the floor and made to lap the cum off the two 
shit-suckers. They resembled a pack of feasting animals as they licked, 
slurping and sucking up the thick wads of cum. Their pink tongues moved all 
over the naked bodies of the two girls and soon the two shit-suckers were 
giggling and squirming, the tongues lapping all over them, tickling them out 
of their minds. 

Ann had never seen such madness, had certainly never imagined anything like 
the scene she'd just witnessed. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was as if Ann had been declared the madam of a group of teenaged whores. 
They grouped around her like scared ducklings around a mother duck, all of 
them gagged, as was Ann. Every girl's mouth had been stuffed with a jock 
strap, or a pair of undershorts, or with some other girl's cunt-flavored 
panties. The wads of underwear were bound in place by painfully tight gags 
around the heads of the girls. Their wrists had been bound in front of them 
with nylon stockings or clothesline rope. They huddled together, tits and 
asses rubbing against each other, with Ann in the middle of the group as if 
she could offer them protection or comfort. The aroma of cunt was 
suffocating. 

Although most of the girls had drunk enough beer to get them a little dizzy, 
they'd drunk nowhere near as much as the boys had. Every last boy was 
red-eyed with beer and lust, staggering slightly when he walked, smirking 
and scowling and cursing the females as he sucked down more beer. Each 
looked dangerous. 

There wasn't a soft cock in the bunch. A few big pricks drooped, only 
half-hard, but all the rest either stood straight out or up at an acute 
angle. A few cocks pointed directly at the ceiling, nearly glued to the 
bellies of the youths. And all the cocks throbbed, horny and ready for 
action. 

The boys milled around restlessly, like a pack of attack-dogs ready to 
pounce when the order was given. Brian and Tim were directing things. Ben 
was hiding somewhere in the group of boys, quiet and timid once again. 

"You guys keep it down out there," Tim said. "We don't wanna attract 
attention." 

"Yeah, you turkeys, don't go shooting your mouths off, or the neighbors'll 
bring the cops down on us." Brian turned up his bottle, and he emptied its 
content down his throat. 

"Lay off, shit head!" 

"Fuck you!" 

The crowd of boys scattered, and two brawling youths rolled out, punching 
and wrestling, continuing to curse at each other. Ann expected Tim or Brian 
to put a stop to the scuffle, but they just stepped back with the rest of 
the boys, drinking beer and smirking as they watched the two youths slam and 
tear at each other. The girls all pressed against the wall and each other, 
and Ann stood with them, watching helplessly as the two boys destroyed what 
was left of her large and expensively furnished living room. A lamp went 
over and smashed. Ashtrays flew, scattering their contents-not that it 
mattered much. Few of the kids had bothered to use ashtrays since they'd 
arrived. 

The two boys rolled around and beat on each other until they were both too 
exhausted to go on. They rolled apart then, panting, blood leaking from 
split lips, blood frothing from deformed noses. 

Brian chuckled drunkenly. "Fucking turkeys!" 

"Let's go," Tim said, and suddenly the boys were shoving the girls, driving 
them like cattle. 

The entire group stumbled out of the house and into the backyard, leaving 
the two bleeding youths on the living room floor. Ann knew her carpet was 
ruined forever. 

It was mid-evening, the sun nearing the tree tops, but still hot, close to 
ninety. Ann saw the cool water of her swimming pool and was tempted to jump 
in and drown herself. They'd probably let her, would likely stand around and 
watch, jacking their cocks while she sucked water into her lungs, her face 
contorted with death. Then they'd probably rape her corpse. 

"Jesus Christ, it's a fucking nudist camp," yelled a boy, and he danced and 
skipped and ran all around the yard, giggling idiotically. 

"Keep it down, turkey," Brian slurred. "Ya wanna get the fucking pigs down 
on us? Christ!" 

The boy toned down his giggling, but not his antics. He wrapped his arms 
around the life-size bronze sculpture of a Greek goddess Mort had paid 
through the nose for, rubbing his nude body against her bronze belly and 
tits, working his hard prick back and forth between her thighs. He even 
kissed her, humping with such realistic lust that Ann expected his cock, 
protruding between the goddess's legs, to ejaculate at any moment. He 
stopped suddenly, sliding to his knees and lapping at the statue's crotch. 
He spat. "Rusty pussy." 

This brought the other boys to life. Another youth squatted behind the 
statue and licked its ass. 

"Hey, this guy's been clipped," said a boy who was inspecting the stone 
statue of the cock-less Roman god, the bronze goddess' mate. This sculpture, 
too, was life-size, the reason Mort had bought it as a mate to the bronze 
despite its being stone rather than bronze. "Some bitch must of bit off his 
prick." The boy stepped behind the statue and he shoved his own rampant cock 
between the god's legs, making it appear as if the stone god owned a big 
hard prick of living, throbbing flesh. His fucker stood up at an acute 
angle, the sunlight glinting off a pearl of fuck-lube balanced at the mouth 
of his pisshole. 

"Bet that guy hasn't fucked since the ancient days," a boy said. "Bet he's 
horny as a goat." The kid grabbed the nearest girl and he dragged her toward 
the statue and the waiting hard cock. He forced her to her knees. "Blow it, 
ya dumb bitch!" He tore off her gag and yanked the panties out of her mouth. 

The girl reached up, bending down he cock until she could get her lips 
around the head. The boy behind the statue moaned, straining forward, giving 
her as much cock as he could. As she swallowed his prick, his eyes rolled 
with pleasure. 

"Suck it, yeah, suck it! Ahhh!" 

The girl bobbed her head, as if blowing the cock of a stone statue. 

"Hey, I want my ass sucked, too," said the boy getting the blowjob. 

"You heard him," said Tim. He knocked a girl to her knees, then kicked her 
ass until she'd scrambled on all fours-which wasn't easy, her wrists being 
bound together-and was kneeling up behind the boy who'd called for an 
ass-suck. "Eat his shithole, whore!" Tim ungagged her, then twisted her face 
into the boy's ass, burying her nose between his ass cheeks. 

"Lick it out," the kid moaned. "I love it." 

The girl lapped up and down his asscrack, probed his pucker, then wiggled 
her tongue up his shithole. 

"Oh, oh, fuck!" the boy gasped. "Shit!" He clung to the statue, his ass 
wiggling as cum exploded from him. His prick slipped from between the girl's 
sucking lips and flexed in mid-air, its knob bold and purple, its blue veins 
like gnarled snakes. Long thick strands of cum were hurled out, gluing to 
the girl's 

M cheeks and lips and tits. "Goddamn!" The boy trembled. "Suck it!" The girl 
caught his prick again and sucked the knob, receiving the last spurts down 
her throat. 

"I'm next," a kid said, shoving his prick between the legs of the statue the 
moment the spent youth had stepped out of the way. His big prick throbbed in 
the sunlight, waiting for female flesh to pleasure it. 

Two boys brought him a very drunk blonde girl, perhaps the youngest girl 
there. They lifted her up by the legs, face-to-face with the statue, and 
were about to impale her on the throbbing cocks, her legs spread wide, when 
she started to fight. The two boys dropped her. Whimpering, she tried to 
crawl away, but the boys caught her by her long silky hair. She struggled 
frantically. 

"Hey, she ain't never been fucked before," said a short boy as he stumbled 
forward. He had a can of beer in one hand and his hard prick in the other. 
"She's my old lady, man. Leave her alone. Leave Cissy alone!" 

"Get outa here!" The youths pushed him back as they continued to try to pick 
up the girl. 

"Leave her alone. She blows, but she don't fuck. She promised her ma she 
won't fuck." 

The kid let go of his cock and he swung at one of the youths. 

"Will somebody get this little fart outa here?" 

Other boys moved up and dragged the swearing kid away. 

"Her ma made her promise, you bastards. Her cherry ain't never been popped. 
Hey, let me fuck her first. I wanna fuck her. She's my-" The kid was shoved 
inside the house, probably locked up in the basement. 

More boys joined in to help with the struggling young girl. The excitement 
in the air had increased noticeably the moment it was learned that the girl 
was a virgin. 

"Man, I'd love to ram my hog up her pussy," a boy near Ann muttered. "Ain't 
never popped a cherry." 

"Fuck, this is gonna be fun to watch," another boy said. 

There were more hands lifting and tugging at the young virgin than were 
needed, so some of the boys were ordered to back off. Tim and Brian 
supervised, directing that Mort's stepladder be brought over so that the 
girl's threatening bound arms could be stretched above her head by a boy 
atop the ladder. 

They slipped a rope around the girl's wrist bonds and gave the free end to 
the boy on the ladder. He yanked her arms up high, making her moan, her eyes 
glassy with the pain of the stretch. 

"She's got fuzz under her arms," a boy said. 

"She ain't got much more than that on her pussy," said another. 

Boys held her from behind, their rough hands moving around front to play 
with her budding tits. When they twisted on her nipples, her eyes twisted in 
their sockets. 

Other boys held her feet and legs, spreading her legs until they formed a 
perfect split. A boy reached under her crotch and he screwed his middle 
finger up into her pussy. The girl's toes curled and her eyes nearly turned 
back into their sockets. 

"Tighter than the asshole of a stiff," said the boy as he wiggled his finger 
inside her. He looked at the boy who stood behind the statue and was peeking 
over its shoulder, watching the other guys getting ready to impale the 
virgin on his huge, wildly throbbing prick. "Ronnie, you lucky horny 
bastard. I hope she rips the hide off that itchy cock of yours." 

"Sit her on it," Ronnie said. "Before I lose my load." His prick appeared to 
have grown from about seven inches to at least nine, its knob-skin splitting 
tight, its pisshole gaping like a screaming mouth and drooling fuck-lube 
like thick sap. The lube leaked down his long throbbing cockshaft and 
dripped on the ground like spit. 

The boy's prick looked murderous. The small girl, being lifted up with her 
legs split as wide as they could be, was a fragile young blossom, a 
sensitive virgin. Even the boy's finger up her cunt was causing her toes to 
curl and her eyes to roll with pain. That huge cock would kill her. 

Ann's tits, swollen with a lust she couldn't control, rose and fell, rose 
and fell. She was excited. God was she excited! Furtively, she rubbed her 
thighs together, working her throbbing pussylips together and making them 
sizzle. 

The boy yanked his finger out of Cissy's cunt. Her super-tense body appeared 
to wilt, her cunt relieved of the stretch. Her toes uncurled. 

"Here goes, baby," one of the boys growled in her ear. "We're gonna bust 
your cherry on that big fucking rod." 

The girl stared down in horror, wriggling helplessly, her arms stretched 
high above her head, her little chest, with its budding tits, rising and 
falling in a frantic rhythm. The boy's enormous cock, jutting up from 
between the legs of the statue, looked like a rocket at ignition, quivering, 
vibrating. 

"Fuck!" the expectant, madly horny boy muttered. "Oh, fuck!" 

They lowered her toward his excited cock, which by now was standing almost 
vertical. Just before her open pussy touched the tip of his prickhead, a few 
drops of hot fluid dripped out of her and leaked down the boy's prickshaft. 
She was trembling all over, as if she had vibrators stuffed up her asshole 
and pussy and down her throat. 

Prickhead and pussy kissed. The girl struggled, almost throwing a fit. The 
boys holding her fought to keep her steady. 

"Fuck her on that big cock," Tim said. "Make her take it all." 

They twisted her body from side to side, working her tight pussy down on the 
fist-like prickhead. She snapped her head from side to side, back and forth, 
her blue eyes glazed with alcohol and fear and pain. 

As the boys holding her worked her crotch onto the rampant cock, the boy 
stretching her arms over her head eased his pull on the rope little by 
little, keeping her stretched, but allowing her body to descend. 

"Ohhh, Christ!" her fucker moaned. "She's so hot, so tight!" He clung to the 
statue, trembling as much as the girl. 

Hot juice ran out of the girl's pussy and drenched the youth's cock, 
drenched his balls and dripped from them. It was as if a floodgate had burst 
inside her. She groaned, still fighting desperately although there was no 
hope for her. Now that her own pussy had greased the youth's fucker, it was 
easy for the boys to impale her on the vertical fuck rod. 

The boys worked together, with perfect timing. All at once, as if responding 
to a count of one, two, three, they screwed her little body onto the huge 
fuck-bludgeon. There was a tearing, popping sound. The girl shuddered as if 
shocked by high voltage, her fingers and toes curling, her blue eyes showing 
only their whites as their long lashes fluttered. The huge cock disappeared 
up her cunt completely, until her crotch rubbed the boy's balls. She 
screamed into her gag, then went limp, having passed out. 

Everyone was silent for what seemed like minutes, although it was only a 
second or two. Then the boys started laughing, talking about how they had 
heard her cherry pop. 

"She's coming to," someone said, and as the girl's eyes quivered, then 
opened, the boys around her taunted her, calling her a whore, pinching at 
her tits and ass. 

She was sweating, her entire body flushed like a rose. 

"Ride it, bitch," Tim said, draining the last drops of beer out of a can, 
then tossing it in the swimming pool. 

They lifted her up, easing her cunt off the boy's cock until only his 
prickhead throbbed inside her. She writhed, her eyes rolling madly. Juice 
gushed down the youth's cock, dripped from his balls, juice that resembled 
strawberry soda, pussyjuice dyed with blood. 

"Ronnie, ya fucking turkey," said Brian. "Ya ripped her good, ya fucking 
donkey." 

All the boys moved closer to see the girl's cherry-blood. For some reason 
the sight of the blood caused a wild excitement among them. One boy grabbed 
a girl and rammed his prick up her pussy from behind, not bothering to bend 
her over. The other boys immediately fought for the right to the female 
nearest each of them. Two boys got hold of Ann, each thrusting between her 
legs, one from the front, one from behind. A hot cock slipped up her cunt, 
but she wasn't sure to which of the two boys it belonged. When the boy 
behind her let go of her, muttering to himself, she knew it was the boy 
hugging her from the front who was fucking her. He positioned her so he 
could watch the action around the statue while he fucked her pussy. 

They bounced the girl, riding her on the boy's big cock violently. The 
girl's eyes nearly popped out each time she was impaled. She whimpered and 
grunted, her blonde hair swinging in the sunny air as she twisted her head 
deliriously. Up and down, up and down she was jerked, faster and faster, the 
boy's huge cock fucking her bleeding cunthole. Blood-tinged pussy-cream 
frothed from her clutching cunt. Boys reached in to catch the bloody juice 
on their fingers, then rubbed it on their cocks, using it to lubricate their 
cocks as they jacked off. 

The boys were becoming more and more excited by the girl's blood. A few of 
them even tasted it. Then several of them were down on their hands and knees 
like dogs, trying to catch the bloody pussy-cream on their tongues as it 
dripped from Ronnie's balls or directly from the girl's pussylips. They 
fought for a taste of her blood like a pack of hyenas, smacking their lips 
with satisfaction when they got a taste, perpetually jacking their cocks. 

Ronnie squirmed and twisted, his eyes closed, his teeth chewing his lips. He 
appeared drunk with pleasure as the young virgin was worked up and down on 
his prick. "Tight," he'd mutter every few seconds. "Juicy, tight, hot." 

A boy grabbed one of the girl's feet and started gnawing on her toes. Seeing 
him, another boy immediately started sucking and biting the toes of her 
other foot. Another boy came up under her and began licking her asscrack, 
biting her asscheeks. One of the boys holding her nuzzled her fuzzy armpit, 
then sucked up her right tit. A boy holding her on the other side did the 
same with her left tit. The girl's eyes rolled upward, an expression of 
intense feeling in them. Her body began to jerk spastically. 

"Oh, Jesus, Christ, she's coming," Ronnie said, trying to fuck between the 
legs of the statue, his big prick being devoured by the cunt of the spasming 
young girl. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ!" 

Ronnie shook all over, his ass jerking, his loins churning and humping. As 
he fired his cum into the spasming teenaged girl, she appeared to jerk with 
each explosion. Suddenly, cum oozed from the girl's sucking cunt, sliding 
like thick cream onto his contracting balls. Even the cum was tinged with 
the girl's cherry-blood. 

Boys started popping off all around the yard, some of them pumping their 
loads onto the grass, others creaming the cunt holes of the girls they were 
fucking. Ann gasped into her gag as a burst of hot cum scalded the 
undulating walls of her pussy-hole. As her fucker slipped his spurting prick 
in and out, a lewd pleasure swam through Ann's loins, tightening her pussy 
meat. Her fuck-tension was nearing the brink of an explosion, when the boy 
slipped his cock out of her. 

As she watched him walk away, she swore at him silently. She'd been so 
close. Another few seconds and she would have come. Then she realized that 
her excitement had mounted faster than usual, much faster. She hadn't even 
tried to bring herself off; she'd been too occupied with watching the rape 
of the virgin. Only when her fucker had started shooting had she remembered 
that she was fucking, too, and had she begun the humping motions toward 
orgasm. And she'd almost come-easily, quickly. Almost! m 

 CHAPTER TEN 

They stretched the young blonde girl out on the grass and they gang-raped 
her. She still bled from her deflowering, from the brutal explosion of her 
cherry, which had popped so audibly that everybody watching had heard it, 
but that mattered nothing to these savage boys. Her blood only excited them 
more, drove them to a frenzy of fucking. They scrapped with each other like 
dogs over who would get the next crack at her pussy. 

The young girl was still shaking from her orgasm when they lowered her to 
the ground, binding her wrists to the legs of the statue of the god, 
stretching her out, her arms tearing at their shoulder sockets. Tim fell on 
her, lifting her legs and pinning her knees to her tits, driving his stiff 
prick straight up her jism-oozing, blood-dribbling pussy. He grunted and 
moaned like a bull, fucking his cock in and out, fucking more jism and blood 
out of her, rutting at her as if he were trying to stab her to death with 
his cock. 

The young girl stared up at him, her blue eyes dazed looking, her face 
almost blank. She'd ceased to struggle. Her ass wiggled as the big cock 
fucked her cunthole, responding as if by reflex to the pounding cock. 
Squishing noises bubbled from her bleeding, cum-flooded, cock-stuffed 
fuck-hole. 

Tim took all of a minute to relieve himself. Suddenly, he bellowed his 
pleasure and shot his cream into her. Cum oozed from his pisshole as he 
uncorked his prick. His brother fell on the girl next, keeping her knees 
pinned to her tits as he reamed out her pussy. 

"Ain't she a pretty bitch," Brian said, grunting as he fucked. "Reminds me 
of my sister a few years ago. Such a pretty face." He no ripped off her gag, 
yanked the wadded-up jockstrap out of her mouth, and plunged his fat tongue 
down her throat. 

The girl's eyes wobbled. She choked on Brian's tongue, then sucked it. The 
stimulation was enough to bring Brian off immediately. As he exploded into 
the girl, he muttered fuck-words into her mouth. 

When Brian dismounted, other boys took over, working on her in pairs now. 
One boy rammed his cock up her cunt, one choked her with his cock, sitting 
on her face and ramming his fucker down her throat. As soon as she started 
sucking on the cock, she came, her ass jerking, her eyes rolled back into 
her skull. Her orgasm brought off the boy who was fucking her pussy. 

"Mmmmmn, sucks so nice!" the spurting youth mumbled. "Christ, is she ever 
coming!" 

At least a dozen more boys fucked the girl before something happened to add 
variety to the gang rape. One youth had just fired a load up the girl's 
cum-gushing cunt. Another boy was climbing off her face, having worked 
himself off in her throat before pulling out and spurting thick jism on her 
cheeks and nose. As the two boys stood up, looking down at the abused body 
of the young girl, they both seemed to get the same idea at the same time. 
Standing over her cum-drenched face, they aimed their half-hard pricks at it 
and began to piss. 

Hot yellow piss splattered all over the girl. She closed her eyes, clamped 
shut her mouth and winced as the piss ran over her pretty nose and cheeks. 
Piss ran into her nose. Wads of cum rolled down her cheeks washed away by 
the piss. Within moments, other boys had joined in, arcing piss-streams 
through the air and drenching the girl's body. One boy pissed directly on 
her crotch, washing cum out of her cunt-furrow. 

A boy dug his toenails into the young girl's jaw, demanding that she open 
her mouth. His toenails sank in, drawing blood and opening up her flesh to 
the stinging piss. She wailed in pain and piss streamed into her mouth. She 
gagged, retching. A boy stepped on her chin, preventing her from closing her 
mouth again, and other boys pissed in it until it overflowed. 

"Swallow it, whore!" Brian growled. He lounged on the grass nearby, dumping 
more beer down his own throat. 

Other boys took up the cry, demanding that the helpless girl swallow their 
stinking piss. She writhed in the ground, choking on the piss as it ran down 
her throat. 

Ann was taking a welcome breath of fresh air, the boy's cock having slipped 
out of her mouth, then the sight of the young girl gagging on the piss so 
disgusted her that she had to look away. She was unable to watch another 
second, for fear she'd vomit her cum-filled guts out. 

The boy yanked on Ann's hair suddenly, turning her head back toward him. As 
she gasped in pain, he stuffed his rubbery prick in her mouth again. As his 
piss gushed against her tonsils, filling her throat and mouth, its caustic 
fumes rushed through her nasal passages. She choked, spraying piss all over 
the kid's groin and balls. 

"Goddamn you, drink it!" he hissed. He hugged her head, shoving his 
half-hard prick in as deep as he could, shooting piss directly down her 
throat. 

Ann was as helpless as the young girl. She drank in self-defense, swallowing 
the throat full of acrid bladder-juice before it drowned her. When the boy 
had pissed his load, he yanked his dripping piss-hose out, then slammed her 
with it back and forth across the face, cursing her for having spit piss on 
his balls. 

Around the yard, several other boys, imitating like monkeys, had taken to 
pissing on the nearest girl, or into her mouth. Because of all the beer the 
boys had guzzled, the piss flowed out in quarts, the stinking aroma of it 
saturating the cooling air. The streaming, splashing piss sounded like a 
spraying fountain. 

Ann sat on her heels, swallowing repeatedly, trying to clear the taste of 
male piss from her throat. She glanced down at herself. Piss dripped from 
the tips of her large purplish nipples. She felt as if she were a toilet. 
She'd never imagined she could ever feel this degraded. 

Over near the statue of the Roman god, the young girl lay abandoned, her 
legs spread, jism bubbling from her gang-raped pussy, her body sticky with 
cum and piss. The girl had been abused and tortured and degraded far worse 
than she, herself, had. She was still better than that little whore at 
least. 

Ann felt a twinge of guilt, thinking of the girl as a little whore. Well, 
she was a little whore, really, wasn't she? She'd come to this horrible 
party along with her smelly little boyfriend-whose cock she sucked quite 
regularly without a doubt. She must have known what kind of buddies her 
boyfriend had, what kind of party this would turn out to be. She'd come 
hoping it would happen. Deep down, she'd hoped to be raped, to lose her 
virginity. Well, she'd gotten more than she'd bargained for, which served 
her right! 

"Little tramp," Ann muttered under her breath, feeling a surge of 
self-righteousness. And she sucked in her gut, lifted her tits, lifted her 
chin and nose defiantly. Her self-worth had been rekindled. She was no 
toilet. That little bitch was a toilet. All these other teenaged whores were 
toilets. And those boys were worse than toilets. They were sewers. 

"Who's the old lady?" a boy asked Brian. 

They were standing nearby, popping tabs off cans of bear. 

Brian scratched his balls as if he had lice. "Turkey! Who do ya think it is? 
Bitch that owns this dump, who else?" 

"I seen her somewhere before." The boy ogled her, sipping his beer. He 
stared her down. Ann looked away. "Ain't seen tits like them except in 
magazines." 

"Hey," said the other boy. "That's the hot bitch from the mall. See her 
there all the time, showing off her ass and tits. Drives guys into the Johns 
to jerk their cocks raw. I'll be goddamned! It's the mall bombshell. She 
don't look so stuck-up now, does she, with her mascara all runny from piss, 
down on her knees, with her hands tied? Looks just like one of them other 
bitches." 

"Except she's got the biggest tits and the hottest ass of the flock," Brian 
said. "Ya oughta see her wiggle that sexy ass when ya fuck it. Jesus Christ, 
ain't never seen nothing like it!" 

Ann looked up to see boys all over the yard starting to eye her. Suddenly, 
as if a silent signal had been given, she became the center of attention. 
There was no place to hide. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Come on, ya old sow, move it!" The boy straddling Ann's back probably 
out-weighed her by twenty-five pounds. He was riding her like a mule, 
yanking her reins. 

They'd fashioned a crude bridle out of rope by wrapping it around her head 
and across her mouth like a gag. The rope cut into the corners of her mouth. 
She bit on it, salivating. Gnawing on the rope kept her from screaming when 
they hit her. 

The boy riding her back spurred her on by kicking up into her lower gut with 
his heels. Other boys scourged her ass with ropes and leather belts. She 
struggled forward, on all fours, nearly collapsing, the weight of the boy 
getting heavier by the second. Her ass felt as if they'd poured hot grease 
all over it, seared to near numbness by the whips. The grass felt like claws 
against her hands and knees. 

"Come on, piggy. The slop-trough's not much farther." Her rider slapped her 
hard on the upper back, making her gasp. She strained under his weight, 
determined not to collapse in defeat under him. "All right, sow, down now, 
down." 

She eased herself down, with dignity, even though she was stark naked and 
being taunted and abused by a score of vicious boys. Her tits mashed to the 
grass like crushed water-balloons. Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to 
see what lay inches in front of her nose. 

"Eat, sow, eat your dinner." Her rider ripped the ropes from around her head 
and dug his fingers into her hair. "Eat, pig!" he forced her head forward. 

Ann burst into sobs. She couldn't help herself. This was too horrible, too 
degrading. 

He cracked her alongside the head. "I said, eat!" 

Her eyes popped open from the blow to her head. The open crotch of the young 
blonde girl lips gaped at her. Blood-tinged cum oozed from the well-reamed 
pussy-hole. The girl's crotch had been fucked raw. Ann couldn't do it, she 
couldn't lick such filth. 

The boy dismounted Ann and immediately a leather strap cracked across her 
lower back. More lashes followed. Ann's back flashed with fire. She arched 
up and gasped with each searing stroke of the whips. The boys demanded that 
she eat. 

The pain was too much. She would have killed for relief. She plunged her 
face into the young girl's slimy crotch and started to suck. 

"Eat, sow, eat, pig!" the boys chanted, cracking her with a belt now and 
then for good measure. 

The bloody cum gushed out of the girl, filling Ann's mouth, sliding down her 
gagging throat in slimy gobs. Quarts of cum must have been spurted into the 
girl. It just kept bubbling from her reamed-open crotch as Ann sucked, 
retching, choking. 

The girl, still stretched out with her wrists bound to the ankles of the 
statue, moaned softly as Ann sucked and licked her. Despite the endless 
beating her cunt had taken, it was still responsive. Her cuntlips and 
golden-fuzzed pussy mound were still swollen with desire. Her clit wiggled, 
a hard little pleasure-bud against Ann's tongue. 

"Oh, eat me!" the girl sighed suddenly. "Lick my pussy." She began to rock 
her hips, rubbing her crotch in Ann's mouth. "Feels so good!" 

"You heard her, lick!" growled a boy, cracking Ann across the back. 

She licked frantically, praying they wouldn't beat her anymore. She couldn't 
bear any more pain. 

"Oooh, ohhhh, mmmn!" The girl squirmed, her pussy hole pulsating, cum still 
oozing from it. 

There can't be more cum inside her, Ann thought. There just can't be. 

But there was, and Ann had to eat it as it oozed out. She thought of all the 
wriggling sperm in her stomach, the zillions upon zillions of them from the 
cum of so many boys. She could almost feel the microscopic bugs as they 
corkscrewed into her stomach lining and began to devour her internally. She 
realized her mind was concocting fanciful foolishness, but she half-believed 
it. 

"Eeeeeh!" The young girl arched up, grinding her crotch in Ann's mouth, her 
pussy sucked, vibrated. "I'm coming! Oooh, ooooooh!" 

Dirty, filthy, disgusting little bitch! Ann thought, gnawing savagely on the 
girl's exploding cunt, hoping she'd turn the girl's pleasure to pain. But it 
was obvious from the girl's whines of ecstasy that Ann's sharp teeth had 
only pleasured her more. 

Someone yanked Ann up by the hair. She moaned helplessly, her head yanked 
back, her spine arched, as they bridled her again with the ropes as if she 
were an old mare. A boy sat on her back, his hairy balls tickling her skin. 
Her arms and legs trembled from the weight of him. To her relief, he climbed 
off once she was bridled. 

The boys formed a circle, and she was led around and around, boys slapping 
her bare ass as she passed them and laughing uproariously. Even the other 
girls, who were all sprawled around the pool deck, bound and gagged, seemed 
to take a sadistic pleasure in watching her being led around like an animal, 
her big tits swinging under her. 

"Fuck the sow!" a boy growled. 

"Screw the pig!" said another. 

And the other boys all started muttering as if demons possessed them. Ann 
had the feeling she was the victim of satanic rites. 

"Fuck the bitch." 

"Ream her asshole!" 

They dragged her faster and faster, around and around, on her hands and 
knees, her tits flopping this way and that. They kicked at her, spit on her, 
jeered at her and laughed at her. Suddenly a boy dropped to his knees behind 
her, grabbing the reins and rearing her, ramming his cock up her cunt before 
she knew what was happening. 

He fucked her, jerking on her reins, snapping her head back, making her arch 
her back. His belly made hard, smacking collisions with her ass. She felt 
the vibrations of those collisions all through her body. 

"Yeah!" he growled. "Yeah, yeah!" In and out he rammed his cock, in and out, 
in and out. 

Ann gasped repeatedly, shocked by the brutal thrusts. She'd been fucked hard 
earlier, had been raped brutally, but for some reason this new rape seemed 
to be even more savage. Perhaps it was because all eyes were on her now, 
watching her grunt like a sow as she was raped, her head bridled like an 
animal's, her rapist jerking on the reins. She knew he could snap her neck. 
She fought to hold steady as the youth's muscular abdomen slammed her ass, 
as his huge prick rammed into the mouth of her womb. 

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh!" cried the boy. His cock contracted inside her, flexing, 
swelling, exploding its cum. "Ahhhhh! Bitch! Pig! Goddamn!" 

His prick squished obscenely inside her as he filled her pussy with his hot, 
slimy jism. Ann felt hot cum leaking out of her cunt as the boy's cock 
fucked. 

As she'd expected, another boy mounted her the moment the first had 
unplugged. The new boy slipped his cock up her cum-flooded cunt and began 
humping before he'd even buried it in her completely. He humped quick, like 
a dog, Ann's reins clamped between his teeth so he could dig his fingernails 
into her ass and jerk her back and forth on his cock as he fucked. He 
drooled spit on her ass, panting like a hound. 

"I'm coming!" he moaned, the reins dropping from his mouth. "Oh, Jesus 
Christ!" As his cum spurted into her, he fell on her back, gnawing her flesh 
like a tomcat, grunting with each spurting spasm. 

The third boy dipped his cock in her cunt to grease it, then shoved it up 
her asshole. Ann nearly jumped ten feet straight up. Not only was it 
unexpected, but it hurt like hell. Her asshole had tightened up again since 
the rapes in the bedroom. 

"Hot bitch ass!" the boy muttered, his prick grinding in and out. "Mmmm, 
tight!" 

Ann's lungs heaved. She grunted to the rhythm of the youth's thrusting, her 
body jerking, her tits flapping. A boy got down on his hands and knees and 
started sucking her right tit like a hungry calf. Another boy got down on 
her other side and sucked her left tit, hot lips munching her nipple. 

"What a fucking tight ass!" the fucking boy said. "What a goddamned hot 
bitch!" He started slapping her asscheeks with both his hands, landing 
stinging blows, jolting blows. He humped faster as he slapped her, groaning 
in a delirium of lust. 

Ann's eyes wobbled. The fuck-sensations corkscrewed through her cunt meat, 
through her asshole, through her tits. She gnawed on the rope-bit in her 
mouth, starting to think of herself as an animal. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" The boy shot his load up her asshole. "Shit!" His prick flexed 
again and again, releasing it's hot fuck-cream. 

"Two at a time," someone yelled. 

"No, three at a time," shouted another boy. 

A boy flopped down on his back on the ground, and they dropped Ann on top of 
him, face-to-face. She choked on his stinking beer-breath. He grinned at her 
fiendishly and rammed his cock up her cunt, crushing her in his arms. 
Immediately, a second boy fell on top of her, forcing his cock up her 
asshole. 

Ann's eyes rolled back from the pressure in her loins. It was as if she'd 
been impaled on a fencepost. She couldn't believe two cocks had been stuffed 
in her loins simultaneously. She feared to move. Her pelvis might split in 
half. 

"Fuck her!" several boys said impatiently, waiting their turns. "Cream her!" 

As the boy on her back humped with smacking thrusts, the boy under her 
wiggled, fucking his cock in her in circles. Ann felt the pressure all the 
way to her skull. She held her breath, terrified. When she could hold it no 
more, it burst from her in a long gasp. 

A boy kneeled before her, his big cock throbbing and dripping, and he ripped 
off her bridle, giving her left cheek a rope-burn in the process. She forgot 
the burn almost immediately, however, because she found herself choking on a 
big stinking cock. 

"Eat it, cocksucker!" The boy rammed his prick down her throat. 

"Fuck her face!" somebody urged, and the boy humped, choking Ann repeatedly. 

The youth riding her ass bellowed out and shot. He'd no sooner pumped his 
cum into her than he rolled off and his place was taken by another grunting 
young animal, who bit her hard on the back of her neck, then nearly tore off 
her ear with his teeth. 

"Mall bitch," he muttered, breathing heavily, fucking relentlessly. "I been 
waiting to fuck the shit outa you for so fucking long. Jesus, I'm fucking 
the mall bitch! I fucking don't believe it!" 

Ann's body became a mass of wild sensation. She was being fucked so fast, 
and by so many cocks, that fuck-sensations assailed new parts of her body 
every second, then moved on, concentrating somewhere else. One second her 
asshole was alive with itchy thrills. The next moment she felt them mainly 
in her cunt. She even felt them in her throat as the big cock pistoned 
between her hugely stretched lips. 

The boy under her grunted with orgasm. Then there was momentary maneuvering 
as Ann was forced to her hands and knees as one boy rolled away and another 
slid under Ann, taking the spent boy's place. A new cock wiggled up into her 
slippery cunt and the fucking resumed. 

"Ahhhh!" The boy fucking her throat began to spurt, his prick swelling as 
thick as an arm as it pumped out its slimy load. The spurting cock bucked in 
her mouth as if electrified, sending salty streams of jizz straight down 
Ann's throat. 

Ann's lips itched, prickling with fuck-sensation. She wondered if her mouth 
was going to go into spasms. She sucked, munching the big spurting cock wtih 
a lust-crazed hunger. She sucked so hard that the boy had to slap her to get 
her to loosen her jaws so he could pull out. 

"What a fucking blowjob!" he said. "Christ!" 

Another boy dropped down in front of Ann. "Eat my cock!" 

She sucked his dripping cock down her throat with a hunger that was new to 
her. 

"Oh, fuck, what a cocksucker!" the boy moaned, writhing as her tongue 
wriggled all over his quivering prick, as her lips munched, as her throat 
undulated. He clung to her head, gasping, his prick buried to the hilt in 
her sucking mouth. "Mmn, eat it!" 

The prick in her cunt and the cock in her asshole began to spasm 
simultaneously. She felt the spurts in her two fuck-holes, her ass wiggling 
with a terrible excitement. As the two boys pulled out, their jism running 
from her open fuck-holes, she couldn't stop wiggling her ass. The emptiness 
of her loins drove her mad. 

A prick slipped up her cunt, another cock up her asshole. She squirmed 
between two sweaty male bodies, the female filling in a human fuck-sandwich. 

Her orgasm came without warning. Suddenly, as if her spasms had begun before 
she felt them, she found herself in the middle of a luscious orgasm. Her 
toes curled. She moaned with ecstasy, out of her mind with pleasure. Cum was 
suddenly gushing down her throat. She swallowed hungrily as the prick in her 
mouth shuddered and flexed, her own spasms matching the spasms of the 
youth's cock. As the boy pulled out of her mouth, her orgasm abruptly ended. 

"Goddamn!" growled the boy humping at her ass. "What a sucking hot asshole! 
I ain't felt nothing like this in my life. Oh, shit!" He was fucking so fast 
that he lost his load before he wanted to, muttering curses as he shot his 
fuck-cream into Ann's already overflowing asshole. 

Ann expected him to dismount as his spasms m subsided, but he fooled her. He 
lay on her heavily, his prick softening inside her, whispering dirty words 
in her ear, telling her she was a filthy whore and that she had the hottest, 
suckingest asshole he'd ever fucked. 

The boy's prick quivered slightly, and Ann's asshole flooded with heat and 
spurting fluid. The youth sighed, wiggling on top of her. 

It took Ann a few seconds to realize what was happening. At first she 
thought the boy was coming again, but by the time she realized that wasn't 
possible, the hot piss was running out of her ass, drenching the balls of 
the humping youth underneath her. 

"Toilet," the pissing boy muttered. "You ain't nothing but a toilet." Then 
he moaned softly, emptying his bladder into her slime-filled asshole. 

The youth Ann was lying on cursed as the hot piss bathed his balls and 
crotch. He continued fucking though, bucking upward, working his cock in and 
out of Ann's cunt. Seconds later he exploded, his piss-drenched balls 
contracting, his hard prick spurting cum into Ann's pussy. 

I am a toilet, Ann thought, nothing but a toilet, nothing but a receptacle 
for filthy males to empty their pleasure-juices and there wastes into. 

Inspired by the top boy, no doubt, the cunt-fucker pissed in her cunt once 
he'd emptied his cum into it. 

As the two boys pulled out and Ann was yanked up to her hands and knees, she 
imagined fat globs of piss-laced cum slipping out of her open fuck-holes 
like juicy oysters. She felt them sliding down her legs. 

One of the bound girls was dragged over by two boys. Other boys kicked at 
her ass and cracked leather belts across it as the helpless girl scrambled 
on her hands and knees, gasping as her hair was yanked and her ass scourged. 
Ann was delighted to observe that the girl was one of those who had watched 
with a satisfied smirk as Ann had been gang-raped. 

"Suck her out, sow!" The boys forced the girl's face between Ann's legs. 
"Eat up them big jizz-wads! Lick up that piss!" They whipped her with belts 
as she planted her lips to Ann's asshole and sucked. 

Ann had never in her life felt more vengefully satisfied as she did now, 
looking over her shoulder and watching the gagging young girl suck out her 
asshole. The slurping, sucking noises the girl made sounded more disgusting 
than the sound of hogs sucking slop. Ann imagined the big yellow jizz-wads 
filling the girl's mouth, gagging her as they slid down her throat. To help 
the girl out, Ann contracted her bowels as if she were shitting, ejecting 
fat, juicy jizz-turds into the girl's mouth-along with a bubbling fart. 

"Way to go, ya old sow!" The boys were delighted, so Ann tried again and 
produced an even bigger fart. 

The girl blubbered, choking on cum and piss, her naked body jerking as the 
belts continued to crack her ass and back whenever she slowed her 
ass-sucking. She ate Ann's cunt next, having to suck out and swallow as much 
cum and piss as she had from Ann's asshole. At last, she was forced to lick 
the yellowed jizz-wads off Ann's legs. Ann imagined the girl's pink tongue 
slurping up the filthy slime and she wanted to laugh out loud. 

Serves you right, you filthy little whore! Ann wished she could taunt the 
girl out loud, but she didn't dare. Although she was beginning to enjoy this 
perverted sex-torture, she didn't want to antagonize the boys or prompt them 
to do anything even worse to her-not that she could think of anything worse 
than what they'd done already. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The boys stood around sipping their beer and watching in silence. From time 
to time one of the boys would say something sarcastic, but most of the time 
the only sound in the air was the heavy breathing of both the boys and the 
girls, and the squish, squish, squishing of fingers fucking pussies. Each 
girl was being forced to jerk herself off in full sight of the ogling boys. 
Ann could tell by the flushed and sheepish expressions of the girls that 
they all were just as embarrassed as she was. 

A girl started breathing in gasps, arching up off the ground as she spasmed, 
drawing the panting attention of all the boys. "Look at her," one of the 
boys said. "She ain't faking that. That's the way she does it when she's 
home alone in bed." 

Now Ann understood her embarrassment. The boys were invading her privacy, 
along with that of all the other girls. The boys were playing voyeur, 
watching the girls do what they did behind closed doors and by themselves, 
studying each girl's jack off technique, watching each girl display her 
masturbatory emotions and feelings in the open air. It was as if each girl 
was a porn star, beating off in front of a camera. 

You're getting your chance, a voice in Ann's head said. Isn't this the kind 
of thing you've wanted to try, showing yourself off in the most shameful, 
naked way possible? Well, what could be more shameful than beating off 
before a crowd of lusting boys? 

Ann had to contain her smirk of satisfaction. Her pussy tightened around her 
plunging fingers. She squirmed sensuously on the grass, letting herself go 
with shameless abandon. She'd give them a show all right! She'd make all 
these other bitches look like the little girls they were! She'd show these 
sweaty tomcats how a real woman pleasured herself! 

Another quick-to-cum teenager wriggled on the grass, spasms shooting through 
her young pussy. When she finished, a boy kicked her, told her to keep 
going, told her she was just getting started. 

Some of the on-looking boys were so drunk now that they were having to work 
on regaining hard-ons. They massaged their floppy cocks with one hand and 
sucked more beer from the cans in their other hand. It was a pathetic sight, 
teenaged boys so drunk and fucked out that their pricks dangled like 
tongues. 

All the girls lay flat out on the grass, legs spread, eyes closed, fingers 
pumping in and out of their pussy-holes. A few girls had set, determined 
faces, as if beating off were a hard job. Pussy-cream and cum ran out of 
their cunts. The squishing sounds of female finger-fucking was everywhere. 

Ann kicked up her legs, pulled her knees to her tits, and showed the boys 
her gaping cunt and reamed-out asshole. She licked her lips, leering at 
them. Slowly, rolling her eyes and moaning as she did so, she wiggled 
fingers into both her fuck-holes. It felt marvelous, as it always did, but 
what excited her even more was the immediate interest of the boys. They all 
gawked at her, jacking themselves off as they watched. Even the floppy cocks 
stiffened. They were all mad with lust over her. 

"Oooh, ohhh, feels sooo good!" Ann said in pouting tones. She gasped, 
rolling her eyes, pumping her fingers in and out. The sensations she felt 
curled her toes. Her asshole and cunt tightened around her sliding digits. 

A girl nearby whimpered, going into spasms, but the boys paid little notice. 
They couldn't take their eyes off Ann. 

"The mall bitch," a boy said. "Look at her now. Jesus Christ!" He stepped 
forward suddenly, his hand pumping furiously, and he exploded his cum all 
over Ann's naked body. 

Ann watched him shudder and grunt as he jacked out his cum, which rained on 
her with hot, thrilling splats. "Oooh, stud!" she said, slipping her fingers 
out of her cunt so she could catch the sticky gobs and rub them all over her 
ass and legs and tits. She even licked her hand clean before she resumed 
finger-fucking her itch-crazy pussy. 

The boys stepped forward one, two, sometimes three at a time, watching her 
fingers pump in and out of her body, watching her writhe with female 
pleasure, listening to her moan and pout-spurting their hot loads of cum all 
over her. 

Ann bathed in the rain of fuck-slime, almost laughing out loud. "Yesss, 
yesss, shoot it, cream me, spurt it all over me, oh, yessss!" 

A crowd of boys surrounded her, jacking off, mad with lust over her 
ultra-sexy display of female masturbation. Jism plopped into her open mouth, 
jism splatted into her eyes, jism ran into her nostrils, bubbling out as she 
exhaled. She was drowning in hot teenaged cum. Her fingers pistoned, driving 
her toward the ultimate pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" she whined, writhing as she climaxed. "Ohhh, yesssss, oooooh!" 
Her eyes rolled back to slits. Her body shook. Cum splatted on her more 
heavily than ever. The grunts of spasming teenaged boys became an ecstatic 
chorus against her solo song of pleasure. 

By the time Ann eventually uncurled her legs, slumping back exhausted on the 
grass, her tits heaving, she discovered a half-dozen girls around her 
squirming on the grass, their pussies gripped by spasms, their fingers 
pumping madly in their clutching cunts. It was a mass orgasm, set off no 
doubt by her own orgasm and by the simultaneous ejaculations of so many 
boys. 

"The sow is all full of jizz," a boy said. 

"Let's wash her off." His hot piss gushed on her belly. 

One by one, new piss streams erupted from big hanging pricks. It .was like 
taking a hot shower, except this water stank, and it burned Ann's eyes. The 
hot piss streams, too many to count, splatted all over Ann's cum-drenched 
body. She squirmed like an eel, her eyes clamped shut. 

A boy planted a foot on her mouth, digging his toes between her lips. "Open 
up, bitch." He rammed his dirty toes in her mouth and made her suck them. 
When she'd sucked them clean, he pissed in her mouth. 

Boys kept coming at her, relieving the boys who had emptied their bladders. 
Some made her suck their toes. Others dug toes into her cunt. They made her 
jack-knife her legs so her asshole could be easily toe-fucked along with her 
cunt. And all the while they kept pissing. Ann thought the piss would never 
stop coming. 

She lay with her mouth wide open, her knees hugged to her tits, her body 
slimed over with piss and jism. Hot toes twisted in her asshole and pussy. 
Piss gushed into her mouth, Tilling it until it overflowed and ran down her 
cheeks. Even when they forced her to swallow the stinking fluid, she 
couldn't swallow it fast enough and her mouth continued to overflow. 

Then somebody started kicking her ass, gouging her naked asscheeks with his 
toenails. Boys crouched beside her, unconcerned about getting wet, and they 
reached for her tits, gouging them with sharp fingernails, pinching and 
twisting her nipples viciously. The toes in her fuck-holes twisted deeper 
into her tightening female fuck-meat. All at once a boy squatted over her 
piss-filled mouth. She opened her eyes in time to see hairy balls and a 
twitching brown ass pucker inches from her nose. The ass pucker dilated, 
opening up, and a huge brown turd, like a fat cock, slipped out of the boy's 
asshole and into Ann's mouth. To Ann's shock, her loins exploded with spasms 
as the end of the turd lodged in her throat. 

"Suck it!" the boys demanded, pissing on her, toe-fucking her, kicking her 
ass, pinching her tits. 

Ann writhed, sucking on the steaming turd, her body jerking with unbearable 
fuck-pleasure. The boy who had just shit remained squatting over her face, 
his hand a blur on his rampant prick. Within seconds cum spurted from his 
open pisshole and glued in sticky strands and gobs to Ann's forehead, to her 
nose, to the big slippery turd protruding from her mouth. 

Ann nearly passed out from the intensity of her feelings and emotions. The 
excitement, the madness, the disgust she felt knew no bounds. 

"Eat shit!" the boys chanted, and she started chewing the turd, swallowing 
it. Her orgasm revived, making her whine, causing her toes to claw the balls 
of her feet. 

Ann slumped back, exhausted, her orgasm petering out. The shit stuffed in 
her mouth and down her throat choked her. She retched repeatedly, as close 
as she'd come yet to vomiting. A boy twisted his fist into her mouth, 
forcing shit down her throat as he squatted over her and laid his own turd 
between her tits. As his turd slid out, his prick snapped up to an erection, 
and he rammed it in her mouth, plunging it down her shit-stuffed throat. 

"Suck it, shit mouth!" he hissed. "Eat it up!" 

Ann was helpless to do anything else. As she sucked the boy's shit-smeared 
cock, other boys shit on her belly, on her toes. One boy rubbed his ass 
against her crotch and tried to fuck a turd up her cunt. As the turd slipped 
out of his ass, it kissed Ann's crotch like a hot prong. It broke in half 
before it entered her, however, falling between her legs, much to the boy's 
disappointment. Cursing, as if she were to blame for his failure, the boy 
stuffed shit into her pussy with his fingers. 

Girls ail over the yard sobbed and squirmed as boys planted turds in their 
mouths, on their naked bodies. The grunting boys forced the girls to suck 
and eat shit out of their assholes. They rubbed fresh turds all over the 
girls' tits and bellies, on their legs and feet and toes. 

The boy riding Ann's face exploded into her mouth, his eyes rolling, his 
prick flexing and spurting, flexing and spurting. Boys all over the yard 
regained their hard-ons and buried their pricks into the shit-stuffed 
throats or cunts of shit-smeared girls. They pulled girls up to their hands 
and knees, fucking dog-style, fucking assholes or cunts with shit-lubricated 
pricks. As they fucked, they continued to smear shit all over the girls. 

A boy fell on Ann's belly, jack-knifing her knees to her tits so he could 
bury his prick deep in her cunt. His cock plunged in her shit-greased 
cunthole. As he fucked, his eyes gleamed with a demonic lust. 

She churned her ass, rubbing her shitty crotch against the boy's balls, 
fucking herself madly on his slicing prick. 

"Yes! Oh, God yes!" she gasped, delirious with pleasure. "Fuck me, oh, fuck 
me!" 

"Dirty shit-mouthed bitch!" the boy growled. "Fuck you!" He ground down into 
her savagely, twisting his knob into the mouth of her womb. His prick 
vibrated and began to spurt, hurling hot wads of jism into her womb. 

Ann arched up, out of her mind with pleasure. She twisted her head from side 
to side on the grass, her eyes rolling and crossing, her toes clutching. 
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

"Yeahhhh!" the boy growled. "Yeahhhh!" 

Ann reached up, digging her fingernails into his muscular shoulders. "Shoot 
it, yesss, oh, shoot it!" 

She couldn't get enough of his hot spurting cum. Her cunt spasmed and 
spasmed, sucking his cock until it shriveled up and slipped out of her like 
a de-boned finger. 

Like a sow crawling in its shit-littered pen, Ann struggled to her hands and 
knees and offered her lust-itching ass to any boy who would have her. She 
didn't have long to wait. As a growling youth mounted her ass, fucking his 
huge prick up her asshole, Ann laughed out loud. It felt so fucking good! 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Ann sat on her couch in the living room, smoking a cigarette and drumming 
her fingers impatiently on the arm of the couch. She scowled at the 
soap-opera bitch on the TV screen who was bawling her eyes out over some 
silly tragedy. Ann punched a remote control button and got a game show. A 
bunch of lunatics were jumping up and down and screaming about the 
possibility of winning a year's supply of maxipads, or some such crap. 

Disgusted, Ann hit the off button. 

Was that lunacy on TV any less crazy than what had happened in this house 
last week, on the afternoon and evening of the so-called party? Not really. 
Those kids may have been a little drunk, but they'd only done what their own 
erotic instincts drove them to do. They'd given free rein to their lust, and 
the result had been a pleasure beyond any pleasure Ann had ever conceived 
of, a pleasure all of them had shared, with each other, and with Ann. 

Ann mashed out her cigarette and got up. In her fishnet bikini, Ann felt 
terribly naked. She was so glad now she'd blown the fifty-plus bucks on it. 
It was the sexiest bikini she owned, making her feel terribly sexy whenever 
she put it on, which was often. 

She looked down at her tits, enjoying the way the bikini tit cups managed to 
cover only half her areolas, the lower half, including her nipples. The 
panties hid only her pussy mound and asscrack, hardly more than a glorified 
g-string. She didn't dare step out in the front yard wearing this outfit, or 
wear it to the beach. She'd be arrested without a doubt. 

She went to the window, peeking out through the six-inch parting of the 
drapes. Nothing out there but sunshine, grass, flowers, and the neighbor's 
tall hedge across the street. She checked her watch and began to get 
worried. Where was the dirty little bastard? He was a half hour late. Maybe 
he wouldn't show up this week. Maybe he was afraid. 

"Shit!" she said, and went to the kitchen for some iced tea. The house was 
silent except for the humming of the refrigerator and the central 
air-conditioning. The silence disturbed her. She needed to get out. If she'd 
suspected the little shit face wasn't going to show, she'd have spent the 
afternoon at the mall. Mort had called and would be working late. She had a 
lonely evening to look forward to. 

She sat at the table and sipped her tea. It was the same table she'd been 
bent over and raped on by the three brothers. Had she got it up the asshole 
or the cunt? She couldn't remember anymore. It was all a blur to her now, a 
big horrifying, disgusting, thrilling, wonderful blur. She had to squeeze 
her legs together just thinking about it. She spread her legs then and 
wiggled a finger under the crotch of her panties. It slipped up her cunt, 
sucked in by her hungry fuck-hole. She lazily finger-fucked herself, not 
trying to bring herself off, even though she knew she could do it in seconds 
if she wanted. 

How wonderful it was to be able to come whenever she wanted to now! Ever 
since the party, she'd had complete control of her pussy. She even came when 
Mort fucked her now, not that he noticed. On one evening this week Mort had 
taken longer than usual to blow his wad, so Ann had taken full advantage of 
the fuck by attaining two climaxes before Mort pulled out. It was marvelous, 
being able to come and come and come, whenever she wanted. She was a fully 
functioning woman now. That wild party had done more for her in a few hours 
than months of visiting a sex therapist had. 

Turkey! Ann thought. He ought to attend one of these wild teenaged parties. 
He might learn something about sex and pleasure. 

The party had gone on half the night. After dark they'd turned on all the 
backyard lights and the lights in the house. After the shit-bath the boys 
had inflicted on the girls, they'd all jumped in the swimming pool, Ann 
along with all the rest, sloshing until the water had turned brown. The boys 
didn't waste the opportunity to do some underwater fucking, shoving their 
rigid cocks up pussies and assholes, Ann's included. Getting fucked while 
standing to her tits in the water had been a wild experience. 

She wondered if she could persuade Mort to fuck her in the pool sometime. 

After the pool fuck, the group had broken up, some of them taking naps, 
others going into the house to fuck in the bedroom, or to raid the 
refrigerator. The fucking and eating and drinking went on and on until, at 
last, near midnight, a few of the boys and girls got dressed and staggered 
out the front door. Over the next several hours, more kids slipped out, 
until only a few were left, including the three brothers who had started it 
all. Ann fell asleep around four in the morning while being ass-fucked by 
some drunken youth who thought she was his mother. He kept muttering about 
how he'd always wanted to fuck his mother, and about how now he was finally 
doing it. 

She woke up at noon, her loins and throat throbbing with rawness and an ache 
like overstretched muscle-ache. Her house looked as if it had been pillaged 
and vandalized by a tribe of barbarians. She crawled upstairs and soaked in 
the tub for an hour, hoping to ease some of the pains out of her badly 
abused body. Slime leaked out of her asshole and cunt. She wondered how many 
gallons of male jism had been pumped into her fuck-holes. She burped up cum 
all the rest of the day. 

Her body was covered with bruises and welts. She had scabs on her neck where 
sharp teeth had punctured her skin. Hickies covered her cheeks and neck and 
tits. Her nipples were black-and-blue and swollen. This was her payment for 
having given one smart-ass little boy a black eye. Incredible! She hadn't 
looked in the mirror without becoming furious. 

She really ought to have called the police. Every one of those boys ought to 
be put away for twenty years for what they'd done. She had picked up the 
phone several times over the next few days as she worked like a mule to put 
her house and yard back together. She even went so far as to dial once, but 
she hung up without speaking. 

To hell with it! She'd survived, hadn't she? And it would be her word 
against the word of three dozen or more teenagers, wouldn't it? And there'd 
be a terrible scandal, with her as the center of attention. It really didn't 
pay to stir up trouble. 

By the time Mort had arrived home, the house was cleaner and neater than 
when he'd left it, the yard was tidy, and Ann's cuts and welts and bruises 
had miraculously almost disappeared. She hid any telltale blemishes with 
makeup. Mort never suspected a thing. 

She hadn't heard a word from any of the kids since that night. Ben had 
delivered his papers, winging them across the lawn as he hurried by, his 
eyes avoiding her front window. She'd giggled at his fear, but always after 
he'd disappeared and she'd stepped outside to pick up the paper, her cunt 
had throbbed madly. Her flesh couldn't forget the pleasure his cock had 
given it-the cruel pleasure. 

The doorbell chimed. Ann downed the rest of her tea in a gulp and strode 
into the living-room, her tits bouncing. Her cunt throbbed as wildly as her 
heart. She threw open the door, displaying herself. When she saw the boy 
gawking at her, her spirits dropped. 

"Collecting," he said, his gaze running all over her, even though he was 
much too young to even know the mechanics of fucking. 

"Who are you?" she said, scowling. 

"The paperboy." He said it as if he didn't quite believe it, himself. 

"I've never seen you before. You think I'm going to hand out money to a 
stranger?" 

"I'm helping collect," he said. He leaned forward, whispering. "That big 
kid's giving me a quarter for collecting from you." 

"What big kid?" Ann looked around. 

"The one hiding behind the bushes. The paperboy." 

"Oh, he is, is he? Well, you tell him if he wants his money to come get it 
himself." 

"What about my quarter?" 

"Here, for christsake! Put it in your pocket. Don't let him see it." 

The kid smiled and padded away, disappearing behind the hedge at the left 
edge of the yard. Ann heard voices. Suddenly, the little kid went flying 
down the sidewalk, glancing fearfully over his shoulder. Then there was 
silence. 

"If you want your money, come and get it," Ann called. "I'm not waiting out 
here all day." 

Ben appeared from around the hedge, padding toward her in nothing but his 
same old green gym trunks, his eyes downcast, his face very red. He held out 
his hand as he approached, still not looking at her. 

"Step inside," she said. "All the cool air's escaping." 

"But-" 

"Get in here or else!" The kid jumped and followed her inside. "I thought 
you were a tough guy," Ann said. "You don't look so tough to me now." 

The boy swallowed, still not looking at her. 

"What's the matter, tough guy, afraid to look at me? You're not so tough 
without your moron brothers around to protect you, are you?" 

"Can I have my money?" the kid half-whispered. 

"You can have whatever you can take," Ann said, and she slammed him across 
the face with her hand, almost knocking him over. Then she slapped him 
again. Then again. And again. 

The kid's lungs heaved. He was fuming. 

Ann punched him in the nose. 

"Bitch!" he screamed, and he hurled himself at her. 

They hit the floor, and she fought him, tearing his cheek with her 
fingernails. The lust churned with maddening pulsations through her loins. 
She felt the boy's prick swell like a billy club in his trunks. She'd 
slapped him so hard that his eyes dripped tears. Blood trickled from his 
left nostril. 

"Big baby," she taunted. "You don't have any balls without your brothers 
around, do you?" She spit in his enraged face. 

"Fuck youuuuu!" he growled. "Goddamn you!" He tore off her tit cups, ripped 
the panties off her as if they were tissue paper. His prick snaked out the 
leg of his trunks and he rammed it between her legs, using it as a 
battering-ram against her crotch. 

Ann squirmed under him, getting chills from his hot breath, her tits 
swelling as his hard chest ground down on them. She threw her arms and legs 
around him, digging her fingernails and toenails into his ass and back, 
arching up and whining as his teeth sank into her neck and his prick slammed 
up her cunt. 

"Fuck you, bitch, fuck you, pig!" The boy humped viciously, ramming his cock 
deep into her pussy, tearing her flesh with his teeth. 

Ann gasped repeatedly, trying to get the wind back that had been knocked out 
of her. Her loins rocked up and down, her cunt sucking, the pussy juices 
bubbling out around the boy's plunging cock. She hauled her fingernails down 
his back, raking the smooth skin until she made welts and drew blood. 

"I'm gonna kill you, bastard bitch, I'm gonna kill youuuu!" The boy was out 
of his mind, grinding down into her with all his strength. His body felt 
feverishly hot to Ann and it shook from head to toe. The sweat gushed from 
his pores and their flesh slipped together as if oiled. 

Ann writhed with a pleasure that was at least half pain. His hard body was 
crushing her, pounding her mercilessly. His teeth chewed her neck until it 
bled. 

"Uh, uh, yeah, uh!" the boy grunted, his spine snapping like a whip, his ass 
bouncing, his prick fucking faster and faster and faster. 

Ann inhaled deeply, drunk on the randy male smell of the youth. It was an 
animal smell. Ann couldn't inhale enough of it. She clung to the boy, his 
hipbones cracking hers, his prick reaming, mauling, destroying her cunt. It 
felt so good she wanted to die! Her loins exploded. 

"Awwwww!" she whined, bucking, twisting, writhing with an orgasm. "I'm 
coming, oh, I'm coming, coming!" It thrilled her to say those words, 
intensified her pleasure. 

The boy's eyes rolled back to white slits. He drove his cock in to the hilt, 
fucking it, grinding his hugely swollen balls against her pasty crotch. His 
body shuddered in her arms and his cum exploded into her. "Ahhhhhhh!" 

"Yessss!" Ann hissed, rocking her hips, crazy with fuck-pleasure, her cunt 
sucking the boy's cock mercilessly, skinning it alive, nearly popping the 
head off it. 

"Oh, God!" the boy moaned, bucking in her arms, pumping out his cum. "Oh, 
shit!" 

They melted together in orgasmic bliss, their fuck-meat jolted by pleasant 
aftershocks. The boy's prick remained as hard as steel, which delighted Ann 
to no end. Her cunt was just getting warmed up, and her asshole was itchy 
with need. She salivated, too, hungry to suck and chew some hot hard cock, 
to drink quarts of rich fuck-cream. 

She rolled the boy off her and jumped up. "You call that fucking, little 
boy? I can do better with my little finger." She kicked him and spit on him, 
side-stepping away as he tried to trip her. She turned her ass toward him 
and farted. "Shit on you, fucker!" 

The boy ground his teeth and sprang up, but Ann was ready for him. As the 
young teenager pounded up the stairs behind her, swearing with expressions 
she'd never heard before, Ann pictured her bedroom and smiled. She'd already 
fastened ropes to the bedposts so he could easily tie her up, spread-eagled 
and completely vulnerable. She'd laid out two of Mort's leather belts, one 
of them with shiny metal studs. And she'd backed up the bedsheet with a 
rubber sheet, protecting the mattress from any piss and shit the paperboy 
didn't force her to eat. 

They flew into the bedroom, where Ben tackled her and threw her on the bed. 
Ann lay passively, like a stunned rabbit, as the lusting, furious paperboy 
tied her to the bedposts, face-down, and mounted her ass. Her shithole 
convulsed with pain as he rammed it. It hurt so good! 


THE END
