I was going to be buggered! Horrible thought! I had imagined men only did that to boys or to one another, and I had never thought of such a thing happening to a girl, with a wide and attractive opening in the shape of a cunt to receive a prick in. This time I fainted off, and when a stinging pain roused me once more I could feel at least half his prick up my bottom, and from the twinging of my anus I was sure the remorseless bugger had torn me there, too. I suppose he saw the pain in my face, and was afraid of going too far, for he withdrew till only the head was left in, and then leisurely racked himself off in the contractile hole and got the discharge he wanted. I was too overcome to resist any more. I again begged him faintly to untie me, promising to let him do as he liked so long as he didn't put it in my bottom again.
'Ah,' he chuckled, and I could have killed him where he stood, 'I thought that would bring the bitch to her senses. Nothing like a solid prick up a girl's arse to reduce her to subjection.' He released me and began to caress me, sucking my bubbies and bestowing such endearments on me that if he had proceeded like that at first, my thighs would probably have opened to him of their own accord. As it was I could not appreciate them, and when he stretched himself on me to fuck me again I implored him to be satisfied and let me off. This seemed to anger him afresh, for he fucked me savagely, not once but twice, and I was so frightened of getting that awful prick up my arse that I had to let him. My poor cunt was macerated and bled slowly all the time. Nearly every thrust was an agony, and how girls can stand being raped by one man after another, as happens at times, I don't know. I wonder it didn't hurt him, too, for I was too tight for such a prick dashed in anyhow. A man's cock must be as tough as steel. The end of it was that, after being fucked five times, next day I was so sore and ill that I couldn't accompany the others in their excursions. I had to plead a sick headache, and one of them offered to stay with me.
But this didn't suit her cavalier, who I suppose was after her cunt, too, and she said she would arrange with one of the others, and left me for a while. What was my horror, when they had all gone, to see the grinning George enter the tent! 'I've sent Clara off and promised to look after you.' I shuddered visibly. 'I can't, George, dear: I really can't,' I wept, clasping my hands imploringly, 'you have torn me so badly, I really can't.' 'Well, let me see.' He turned down the bedclothes, for I had not got up, and without asking my leave, opened my legs and inspected my cunny, just as coolly as if I were his slave or his wife. I knew it was no use objecting, so I submitted to the affront.
'Yes, it does seem inflamed and swollen, and this, I suppose, is sore, too,' putting his hand to my bottom.
'Yes it is, you monster: you have cracked that as well as my virginity.
He soothed and petted me-oh, the wretch could be charming enough when he desired-sucked my titties and brought a glow over me.
'Well, I will let you off, and we will just play a little with one another.' He slipped down his trousers and gave me his cock to hold. I couldn't help admiring the noble weapon and examined it curiously. Of course, as he calculated despite the twinges of my cunt, my passions began to rise at the sight of his nakedness. I doddled his knackers, worked them eagerly, and presently found myself returning his kisses rapturously, while my silly cunt was moistening fast, in spite of its wounded state.
Slily George presented the swollen head of his prick to my lips, and with a smile of satisfaction at my melting condition, rubbed it slowly between them 'Open your mouth,' he ordered. Weakly I obeyed, and in a jiffy the monstrous cock was rammed in. Then, again, I could have had my revenge, for a sharp nip or two would soon have made him retire. But, to tell the truth, I was too frightened to venture on reprisals, too overcome by my own rising excitement, and perhaps curious to see how far he meant to go. I soon found out. George fucked my mouth just like a cunt. I perceived that in a few strokes I should be flooded with his abominable liquor, and with an imploring look and in a stifled voice said, 'Oh, George, you are not going to do it in my mouth, surely?' 'Yes, I am,' he retorted firmly. 'You see, even if two of your holes are useless, you have another nearly as good. When you have thoroughly tasted my noble spunk I'll show you that you have a fourth resource still, and you will be able to see as well as taste it.' I still feebly tried to push his nasty prick away. He became impatient, and finally, shouting, 'If you dare to spoil it I'll piss in your mouth… you are my thing, my whore, and I'll fuck you as I damn well please,' frigged his cock furiously with his fingers, and shot a deluge of hot, bitter, pungent spunk down my throat.
CHAPTER 5
'For God's sake, look out,' I shouted to Ethel. The little puss had got her cunt across my leg and while frigging herself comfortably by this means had brought my prick to a perfectly lovely state and was excitedly flapping it against my belly.
Her mother's hand was raging in her own quim, and we had all been worked up to a condition of intense excitement by Rose's thrilling narrative. The latter cried out, 'Don't spill it: I want it too badly.' Then, flinging her arms out wide and spreading her lascivious thighs, she shrieked, 'Fuck me, Harry: fuck like hell. Oh that I could get you bodily into my cunt!' I lifted my head from her armpit, where I had been breathing the odour emanating from her full-blooded, lust exhaling flesh, and saw Rose's face blazing with passion, her lips parted and her eyes snapping.
What a splendid fucker I thought her! Firm elastic flesh, every bone well padded, glowing belly, and such thighs-as Ethel remarked, 'Once mother gets a man between those presses she never lets go till the juice is extracted from his grapes.' I rushed gladly to the breach, and Rose screamed with joy as she felt my prick enter her maddened twat.
'Shove it up, you devil… ram me like buggery… wash my guts out with your spunk, and be quick or I shall piss all over your blasted cock!' I fell on her belly, and felt the aforesaid guts fairly bubbling under me.
I was just as rabid by now as the strapping whore who was straining me to her nude bosom, and as far removed from any sense of bashfulness or decency. Noting the freedom of Rose's language, I made bold to repay her in her own coin.
'All right, my lovely bitch, wait till I get my spout fair into your pisspot, and I'll fuck your bloody arse off.' 'Good, good! Listen to him, Ethel: isn't he a goddamned cast-iron, twenty-two-carat whoremonger! Ough, that went well home. I believe your prick shot right into my womb… ough… ough.' I was driving with all the force of my arse, and at each stroke I fell flat on her stomach, the two masses meeting with a slap. Ethel's hands were playing round my balls, and her face frolicking against my backside.
She laughed and giggled with excitement. Rose twined her legs strenuously round mine and cried.
'I'm coming, I'm coming, you son of a split-arse whore. Fuck… fuck. Keep your mouth away from his bottom, Ethel, for I'll make sparks fly out of his arsehole in a minute.' I got my hands under the proud bottom, clenched a lump of flesh in each, and drove my fingers in without mercy.
'I'm coming, too. Buck… buck, you slippery-cunted whore. Wriggle your damned arse, and I'll drive my cock out at your mouth!' A quick ram or two, and the spunk began to flow. In the tension of the frantic spend we bit each other furiously. I know Rose made her teeth meet in my shoulder, while I gnawed at her fair neck, and neither of us noticed it in the rage of emission. I lay on her while my prick throbbed out its seething liquor, and the red-hot cunt vibrated in response. In fact, even while Rose reclined exhausted by the violence of her discharge, her splendid trap continued opening and shutting after my cock was withdrawn. Elated at the effect I had produced I drew Ethel's attention to it, and she remarked, 'I have seldom seen mother so excited or fuck so furiously. You must have a very magnetic prick.' 'He's a splendid fellow,' cried Rose enthusiastically, making me positively blush. 'We'll make a first-class cunt-puncher of him. He isn't afraid to excite his woman by rousing indecencies, and that's just what I like. I've never heard such language since my husband used to fuck me, and he was no slouch. 'Fuck my bloody arse off! (with a chuckle) 'Oh, fie, you naughty boy!' 'What about the 'sparks from his arsehole', mamma?' said Ethel, 'I didn't see any, though I had my tongue there.' 'You bad girl! what was your tongue doing there in such nasty place?' 'Licking it, like yours was a little while ago. You see, if you excite me so I must do something wicked, too. I don't see why if his prick is in your cunt my tongue shouldn't be in his 'bloody arse'' (with a smile).
Heavens! to hear the engaging girl reeling off these obscenities from her dainty lips gave me a thrill which was imparted to my cock, not yet quite dead.
'The fact is,' said Rose, 'I think Ethel badly wants a porous plaster in her belly, too. How's your bally prick, Harry? Fit for another tussle? Beauti- ful… I declare it will be up in a minute, with a little sucking. On to him, Ethel,
