gaped and bubbled. I felt the thick cum trickle from both holes and ooze into my curly bush. Before long it had worked past the hair and onto my belly from where it dripped and puddled in the grass.
'Let's try doubles again,' one of the guys laughed.
'Sure – why not,' someone chuckled, and one of them unzipped his fly.
My mind had been on my ass and I was stunned when the boy knelt in front of my face and jerked my head up.
'P-Please…' I sputtered, before being cut off by an acrid smelling cock crowding between my teeth.
The other guy forced his prick into my cunt from behind and threw his weight across my back. The cock felt good and his balls rubbed my clit often enough to warm the fire already started by my forced masturbation.
He grabbed my tits. I tried to scream but choked on the stiff slab of cock which had begun to fuck my face. Tears of pain welled in my eyes and flooded my cheeks as the boy cruelly milked my tits.
I'd heard older girl's who'd read a lot of dirty books tell how spankings were supposed to turn someone on, but I hadn't believed pain could really do it – until now. Something in my system, abused and humiliated beyond endurance, snapped, and the agony turned from raw pain to raw heat. My cunt filled to overflowing with stream after stream of pussy-juice.
The salty flavor and strong, sweet smell of the hot, cock in my mouth combined with the pleasure-pain shooting through my chest and mingled with the sloppy slurping of my cunt to thrill me on toward another orgasm.
I doubt if it could be explained so someone could understand how it feels unless you've experienced it. Unlike getting hammered in my cunt and ass at the same time it didn't matter if they developed a rhythm. When they were in tune it was like a giant spring being wound tighter and tighter from both ends as their cocks roared in and out. When they weren't in rhythm; I was being filled and kept high with a constant flow of sexual tension from one end or the other.
It would have been pleasant under other circumstances to give the cock in my mouth a good blow job, even though I was relatively inexperienced. He was too busy fucking my face to worry about what I could have done with my tongue.
The head of his cock kept punching at the little flap of flesh at the top of my throat. Later, as he neared his climax, he rammed past it and entered my windpipe. The few light hairs at the base of his shaft brushed my lips and caught in my teeth. His short hair tickled my nose and his balls slapped my chin as he ground away.
At that point I was fully aroused and in no hurry to have them stop. My heart thundered with passion and I could feel my bloodstream carrying the need through my body. The boy on top seemed to weigh a tan but his hairy chest and belly relieved the grass itch on my sweaty back. His cock pulsed in my loose cunt and his pubic hair wiped the cum off my dirtied ass-cheeks.
As he reached toward his peak he raised off my back, letting go of my knockers. He grabbed my hip with one hand and drove the middle finger of his other up my ass. The effect was too much and I lost what little control I had left.
My cunt quaked, my nipples swelled, my ass tightened around his finger, and I literally milked him dry on the spot. In my mind I could see the inside of my cunt with the huge cock spurting shot after shot of its slippery cum into me. I could see the individual sperm cells as they wiggled through the streams and puddles of slime toward the mouth of my womb. Then I started choking and snapped out of the trance. My throat and mouth were filled with hot cum and I was choking on it.
I struggled violently so I could get a breath of air. The cock popped out of my mouth and I was rewarded for my efforts by glob after glob of the acrid-smelling stuff hitting me in the face.
Praying my ordeal was over, I tell forward and landed with my face in the dirt, too weak to move. But they weren't through with me. They had only started on my mouth. Realizing my cunt and ass were so stretched that it would be hard to get any pleasure they decided to see how many cocks they could shove in my mouth at one time.
They grabbed me under my arms and I was dragged, cum- and dirt-caked, dripping like I'd taken a shower in it, to one of the choppers. The boys shoved one piece of my shredded blouse in my cunt and another in my ass so I wouldn't leak all over the seat. Then they stretched me out on the narrow pad. My cunt was hard against the tall, metal support at the rear of the seat and my head rested at the front.
One boy straddled my face. It was the one that had first fucked my ass from behind. His balls rested on either side of my nose. It was horrible. I could smell the shit of his dirty asshole and his sweaty hot crotch. I wanted to gag as he pushed his shit-covered cock against my lips. Someone reached up and forced my chin down. The head of his cock struck the pad of my tongue and went down. Before I could push that from my mind there were two more of the boys. They walked up to me from either side, pulled their hard-cocks out and poked them roughly at the corners of my mouth.
The slabs of meat nearly dislocated my jaws and ripped my lips apart, but they got in. I took three cocks in the mouth at the same time and they weren't gentle. The only thing I had in my favor was that they couldn't go deep from the angle they had attacked.
'Lick, bitch!' someone yelled, and I felt a hand grab my pubic hair and raise my entire pelvis off the seat.
I began to lick like crazy and the boy let loose of my cunt. My tongue bounced frantically from lump to lump, cleaning their piss-holes and caressing the soft warm heads so they could drown me in cum.
Every time I'd get used to it they'd manage to crowd closer together and shove in a little deeper. The boy straddling my face would shut off my air supply each time he moved and I'd have to struggle like crazy to get a breath.
I heard someone say I could take two more and nearly died. One mounted my chest and viciously squeezed my tits around his cock. Someone else hauled my legs over the bar and twisted me so I was on my back from the rib cage up and sideways the rest of the way. My legs were pulled apart and the rags yanked out. One of them lifted one of my ankles over his shoulder and filled my ass with his cock.
'Hey, we can still get another one in her!' a voice roared triumphantly.
I cringed as a boot stepped down hard on my dangling foot and a cock slid in my worn cunt. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was lying naked in the middle of the field, reeking of urine and cum. At first I didn't know where I was or really what had happened. Then it started to come back to me. My mind reeled in agony and humiliation. I had started off so happy, so almost innocent. I found it hard to believe it could actually have happened. But it had. My body was proof of that.
I was covered with cuts, scrapes and dark bruises. My arms were stiff and I could move them only with a lot of effort. My face burned, one eye was puffy and nearly swollen shut. My nose ached, my lips burned and my ears were on fire. The slightest movement burned my stomach and made me cry with pain. My legs wouldn't work and I could feel the dirty cum still draining from my various holes.
The inside of my mouth tasted like a dirty cock and the smell of had sex clung to me. I dragged myself to the creek and slid into the water. I sat in the cold, cleansing flow and let the water wash the cum slowly away. My body regained some of its strength and one fact kept burning through my mind.
I had enjoyed it. I had actually gotten my cookies off while those animals had tortured and humiliated me. That made me no better than them. It wasn't a question of being loyal to someone but a question of being a human being. I had enjoyed their brutal, vicious fucking and they knew it. I was a slut! A tramp! A whore! No, I wasn't even that good! I had acted like a bitch in heat! I was no better than a dog!
Why had I liked it? I was supposed to enjoy nice boys, not brutal punks who made it all so dirty. Would I ever be able to enjoy it again? Right then I hurt too bad to care – but I knew I would later. Sex had been too beautiful in the past. It had been the only thing that truly made me feel wanted, that, gave me complete and utter happiness.
The pain overrode my despair and I started to cry. My stomach burned and I puked, what little I had left, into the running water. No matter what they had done to me they couldn't take the only true happiness I had away from me. I wouldn't let them destroy me! I wouldn't.
CHAPTER TWO
