around, with a nice knob on the end.
While Sam had this slender monstrosity that would make a female horse puke if it was stuck in her cunt.
Sam stood over us and gave that cock a couple of jerks while he smiled down at us. But it wasn’t really a smile. Sort of a leer, the firm knowledge that he was about to fuck us like nobody got fucked before.
But he could only do one of us. One at a time, that is.
So I was trying to figure out a way to get the hell out of that cabin. Sure I wanted a fuck like any normal girl, but nobody wants their guts tore out!
Cassandra was crying. Her poor little asshole was sore and she was crying.
That’s why Sam got me.
I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He held me as easily as a child holds a doll, while he got between my legs and aimed that serpentine prick at my crotch. I tried to tighten the muscles of my vagina so he couldn’t get it in, but his cock was too slender to get a grip on. I could feel his pecker slipping deeper and deeper into my pussy and for the first eight inches it felt wonderful. But when he reached a depth that was still virgin territory, and then kept right on going in, I damn near died. He must have passed my cervix and gone right into my uterus, but I don’t know for sure. I couldn’t hear myself think from all the screaming I was doing. Maybe he screwed me for a minute, or for an hour, but I don’t know. I was so far out of it I don’t even know if I had an orgasm.
Sam didn’t come. He knew just how far he could go, and then he pulled out of me. It felt like I just gave birth when he unrolled that monstrous tool from my guts and I laid there gasping while I heard Cassandra start to scream. He was fucking her now. I could hear the violent screams, and I could hear the animal sounds he made as he pumped that cock in and out of her violated body.
That’s when I should have got away. I could have escaped into the black night, naked, but safe. Yet I was drawn to this grotesque hour of sexual fury. Almost against my will I sat up and watched the agony in Cassandra’s face while that serpentine cock plunged into her cunt.
I watched Sam fuck that girl while she laid there screaming with agony. And in a way I guess we were luckier than most of the girls he brought up here. Because Sam got carried away and decided he was gonna jizz in Cassandra. If he held off I know he meant to use all those instruments on us before the night was over, but he passed the threshold of his own endurance.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna shoot my load!” he cursed as he yanked that long hard tube out of her cunt. “But I’m gonna get it all the way in before I do. Roll over, you!”
With one brutal movement, he rolled Cassandra over on her stomach and guided that fifteen-inch instrument of pain into her bum.
When Cassandra felt his long cock puncture her ass, she started to bawl like a cow stepping on its udder. She screamed and bellowed while Sam pushed that tube of meat into her asshole.
“Oooowwwweeee!” she bellowed. “Take it out! I can’t take it! Aaauuugghhhh! I gotta shit! Oh, it feels like I gotta shit! Aaaauuggghhhh!”
Sam was jizzing in her now. I could see the bloated look on his face as he grunted and snorted, giving little jerks with his ass when the cum splurted out of his long cock. It was a funny-looking sight in a way, because it was more than Cassandra could take. When she felt that hot jizz wash deep inside her ass, she started to pee. Right there on the rug, she pissed all over the place while Sam took his last long strokes.
Finally Sam got quiet and laid still on top of her naked body, while Cassandra was all spread-eagled and making the most horrid noise I ever heard.
CHAPTER FOUR
I got away soon after that. Cassandra wouldn’t leave with me, so I walked all the way out to the main road and hitched a ride back to town. For a while I thought of sending the fuzz up there to save my friend, but, after all, we did volunteer for the night so I let it go. And when I saw Cassandra on Monday I was really surprised. She was all bruised, her eyes were sunk in from lack of sleep, and her hair was a mess. But she let it be known she was in love with Sam Brodie, for the other girls in the office to lay off him, and she acted like I had seduced her lover. She wouldn’t even talk to me, so I never did find out what all those things in the closet were for. Cassandra must have tried them all, and she looked worn out, but for the rest of the time she was in our office, she was the happiest girl I had ever seen.
So I lost a friend over that little episode, only I learned one important thing. When a girl has a chance to get fucked, she better take it. No telling what might come in the future and nobody was ever sorry when she looked back to remember an hour of sex. It’s the times we missed that are frustrating, and become lost in memory. While every piece of ass we were able to get becomes a precious jewel of recollection.
I had this in mind when that lesbian supervisor called me into her office.
She was a big woman with enormous breasts and I could have told her to go fuck herself. After all, she wasn’t in my department so she wasn’t my boss, and I didn’t have to kiss her ass to keep my job. But I liked her pleasant mood and the aura of female sexuality that she exuded.
“I’m not too sun, Doreen,” I hesitated. “I ain’t never been to that kind of a party before.”
“Same as any other!” Doreen shifted some papers on her desk as she smiled. “A few cocktails, some music, and lots of love.”
“I never did it with a woman before.”
“Men will be there, too, Martha. We don’t force anyone into sex of any kind. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and you don’t seem to have many hangups.”
“How do you know that?”
“Oh, word gets around. And besides, I saw you at that little party we had for our librarian. Remember?”
“Sure I remember. It’s too bad she had to go and quit like that.”
“She was a kook. We’re well rid of her.”
“I thought she was nice.”
“She was an oddball, Martha. When someone thinks they’re too good for the rest of humanity, then something’s wrong with them. We’re all in this old shit together so we have to make the best of it. Have a little fun.”
“Maybe she just didn’t like fucking?”
“Bullshit. Everybody has a sex life of some kind, even a screwball like that librarian. She probably went home at night and fucked her parakeets.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Doreen. Nobody can fuck a bird.”
“You don’t think so?” the supervisor grinned with a mysterious knowledge. “Let me tell you something, Martha. You’re still young and you think you’re pretty well informed, don’t you?”
“I’m no prude if that’s what you mean.”
“The hell you aren’t! Nobody can be wised up at your age. Sure, you’ve had a few little pieces of ass. But what does that prove? Shit, a lot of kids go fucking under the porch before they get fuzz on their cunt. That doesn’t mean they know anything. Right?”
“I suppose…”
“It takes a lot more than a cherry-busting to understand what makes a woman tick.”
“I still say nobody can fuck a bird.”
“Listen, honey. That’s one reason we want you at our party. We all get a kick when we show somebody else how many possibilities there are with sex. Our little club has been at it for years now and we haven’t even scratched the surface. Fuck a bird? Shit, I’ve seen a woman get fucked by a horse.”
“Oh, you didn’t, really!”
“Horses, dogs, cats, snakes, you name it, Martha, and somebody’s fucked it. When a cock gets hard, or a cunt gets juicy, there ain’t no object on earth that doesn’t turn on somebody. One of our members is a psychiatrist who works at the women’s prison in Jersey. You know what she says? When those girls in there get hot, which is most of the time, they fuck themselves with any Goddam thing there is. And if they know a man has touched it, they stick spoons, candy wrappers, rocks, or any Goddam thing they can find up their cunt. They can stand right in the hallway with their legs crossed, and orgasm fifty times in a row without moving a step. Let me tell you, Martha,
