let her body writhe in the water. She shimmered against him, beginning to pulse and pound in response to the way his cock was working in her pussy.
'Come on,' she urged. 'Go ahead and fuck me!'
She was amazed at herself. She was ready to feel his warm cum spurt into her. She hoped that she would be able to experience an orgasm hanging in the water like this.
'Ooooo, yes!' she gasped as the inside of her pussy began to feel the new warmth. He was shooting his jism into her. She could feel his cock throbbing along the walls of her cunt. She hugged her legs tighter about him, rubbing against him rapidly, frantically. 'Oooooeeeee!' she shouted. 'Mmmmm! Fuck me! Ooooo, fuck me!'
'Hell yes!' he panted. 'I've got that little pussy now!'
They hugged tightly, their bodies humping and shaking. They dropped beneath the water at the height of their orgasms, struggling to catch hold of the pool edge once more, Ginny swallowed a mouthful of water, then got her hand on the tile and pulled herself back up as the boy kept balling away at her glowing pussy. The struggle, however, had taken the steam out of her passion. She held on until he had unloaded his cock, then began climbing out of the water.
Someone had brought towels out to the pool. The blonde dropped on one of them and took another to dry her hair. She listened to the orgiastic murmurs going on around her as she rapidly toweled her hair. She watched the nearest couples shake frantically as they went into orgasm. She glanced about, searching for the boy who had just fucked her in the pool. She couldn't locate him.
It didn't matter, though. She had fucked all she cared to for one night. The blonde got up and slipped away from the party. She walked back into the building to get her clothes. She was ready to go home. She'd had enough of this.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ginny closed the door behind her. Inside, the noise of the party had picked back up. It felt good to have her clothes back on. The dip in the pool, despite the fuck that went with it, had refreshed her. She stood for a moment and inhaled the evening air. Her tits thrust voluptuously against her blouse. The light breeze whipped her slacks about her long, lithe legs. She took a deep breath, then started down the walk.
She saw the two men sitting in the parked car. She couldn't make out any details of their faces. She only saw their silhouettes against the light. She saw fiery ashes for a moment as one of them flicked his cigarette out the window.
'Hey, baby!' the one in the passenger seat called to her as she walked past. 'Let's have a little party of our own!'
She glanced coolly at him, then began walking past the car. Smart guys were one thing she didn't want just now. What she really wanted was to get back to her apartment and get into a hot tub of water. She would take a long bath, then cuddle up in her bed and read the new novel she had bought this week.
'Slow down, baby!' the man snarled. 'Don't just prance on by us like that! Come on, honey. Talk with us for a minute.'
'I'm busy,' she snapped back over her shoulder. She swung past the car and was about to step into the street when the other two men suddenly appeared. They came from either, side of her, apparently having been waiting in the shadows behind this car and the one next to it.
'Man wants to talk to you!' one of them snarled as they grabbed her. They spun her about and hustled her into the back seat of the car before she had quite realized what was going on. The blonde started to scream. Her cry was throttled, however, by a huge hand that clapped over her mouth. The other man pressed the open blade of a knife against her side.
'None of that!' he panted. 'No screaming. You be good, you hear?'
The car motor roared to life. Ginny was slung across the seat as the driver backed up, then swung the car along the drive. He sped out to the street and turned onto the thoroughfare. The blonde was pinned to the back seat by the rapid acceleration of the automobile. She glanced down at the knife blade, amazed that with all the movement of the car she hadn't been stabbed. She looked up as the man in the passenger seat turned around and smiled back at her.
'Like I said,' he grinned, 'let's have a little party of our own.'
The blonde shuddered at the way he eyed her. She felt even more immediate threat from the way the men in the back seat were leaning against her. The one on her right had his hand on her thigh and was slowly caressing down toward her crotch. She shuddered at the smell of beer that came from him. The whole car reeked with the smell of stale beer. Her stomach gave a quick turn as she tried to breathe through her mouth to keep from smelling them.
'She didn't want to party with us,' the man in the front told his friends. 'What do you think we ought to do with a broad that thinks she's too good to party with us?'
'Fuck her!' the heavy-set man beside her grunted. 'Let's fuck the shit out of her! Damn, she's sure got a sweet feeling pussy!'
His big hand clamped over her cunt and squeezed. The blonde gasped at the roughness of his treatment. She felt sickened by the way he laughed at her discomfort. He kept hold of her pussy, his hand pressing harder into her crotch.
'That's what ought to be done with girls who live in those singles' apartments,' he muttered. 'You're all smart cunts who let any rich guys get it up your ass. You treat us working men like trash, though.'
Ginny's head snapped around at his words and the tone of his voice. Some girl at her complex must have refused him. Now he was going to take out his resentment on her. Her heart skipped a beat at the rising apprehension inside her. He was winning at her, his eyes sparkling with lust as he shook her cunt.
'Yeah,' he muttered. 'We'll see how special you think your pussy is after we finish working it over.'
'We used to work up there at your apartments,' the man in the front seat told her. 'Man, I never saw so much pussy floating around in my life. They didn't want to pass it my way, though. You bitches seemed to think that your shit didn't stink or something. Hell, I'd keep a hard-on all day. Let one of those bastards in a coat and tie drive up, though, and you couldn't get in the sack fast enough.'
There were girls like that, Ginny knew. Probably Lorelei was like that. There were girls who fucked with the guy's clothes, or his job, or car. They fucked his money or his importance. They didn't fuck the man himself. That was unimportant to them. The blonde shuddered again. These crude men had been offended by some girl like that. They thought she was that kind, and were after their share of fucking her.
'Please!' she whispered. 'I'm not one of them. Please! Ohhh, don't you understand? I'm not like those girls you're mad at.'
'Hey, gang!' the man to her left cried out. 'Listen to her. She doesn't mind that we work construction. You hear that? She likes to fuck working men!'
He reached over and cupped one of her tits. His palm closed over her breast, pulling and pressing it roughly. His eyes met hers in a demanding challenge. He stared hard into the girl's face, his mouth tightening in pleasure as he worked at her lit.
'That right, baby?' he asked. 'You like to fuck men like us? You prefer a stinking old cock like mine to one of them perfumed pricks the rich guys would slick to you?'
'Hey, Joe!' the man in the front seat laughed. 'Maybe she's trying to tell us she don't fuck with anybody. You think she expects us to believe that?'
'Do you?' Joe asked her as he opened her blouse and ran his hand inside. 'You think we'll believe that you were at that party back there, but didn't let any of the guys get to your pussy?'
They were tormenting her, Ginny realized. They were deliberately teasing and taunting her. There was nothing she could say that would talk them out of fucking her. She gasped as Joe ran his hand inside her bra and began pressing his rough fingers into the tender flesh of her tits. His partner, to her right, had found the zipper to her slacks and opened it. His hand was pushing inside her panties, a heavy finger searching for the gate of her cunt. He was missing two teeth in front. He grinned at her, the gaping holes in his mouth giving him an evil, frightening look.
