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  “Sit down, slut, slowly.”

  He guided her down, and she gasped as she felt his hard erection naked beneath her, as he guided it into her moist, overheated pussy. The feeling inside her, after the hard, slender steel, of his deliciously warm, soft flesh, was incredible. She groaned in helpless pleasure and heat as she sank down, down, down, taking it deep into her belly, until she ached. She gloried in the deep, thick penetration, gulping in air, face flushed, eyes glassy as he adjusted her in his lap.

  “Fuck!” she moaned weakly.

  . He gripped her hair in one hand, jerking her head up and back. His other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her clit so that she could no longer fake insouciance. She moaned and ground herself down against him, her breathing becoming noisier and more ragged.

  “Do you want to ride my cock, bitch?” he demanded.

  He jerked painfully on her hair. “Do you!?”

  “Y-Yes!” she gasped.

  “Say it, slut.”

  “I-I want to ride your cock!” she moaned.

  “Then start riding, slut.”

  It wasn’t easy. He was sitting on a bench, not a chair, and with her legs spread her feet weren’t even on the ground. With her arms bound behind her she had no balance, so had to lean far forward and then raise and lower her hips. She did so, gasping in delight every time she slid her burning pussy down his stiff prick.

  He let her do it herself at first, then gripped her arms at the elbow, jerking her forward and back. Her damp hair hung around her face as she rode him, moaning and panting for breath as she flared with white hot pleasure, and she didn’t at first realize anyone else was there until she saw a pair of feet and legs before her.

  A shock ran through her, fear, at first, that it was Davie. She jerked her head up, gaping, to find a strange man there, a middle aged man like Davie’s father, holding a camera! She gaped at it, then jerked her eyes up to him.

  He smirked. “Hey, baby. Enjoying the ride?”

  “This is my friend, Al,” Jamie’s father said. “He was with me watching a game when you set off the alarm again. I’ve already told him all about our little get-together last night.”

  “If you like hard cock, baby, I’ve got just the cock for you,” the stranger said to her with a leer.

  Her face was beet red, and she was almost instinctively trying to squirm off of David’s lap, but he held her easily by her bound elbows as the stranger unzipped his trousers and brought out another thick hard cock, one which immediately caught her eyes and sent another ripple of wildfire heat through her mind.

  She’d done more than one guy once before, and it had been incredible. Now as he reached down and gripped her damp, tangled hair, she could only stare as he pulled her forward onto it. She moaned as he pushed it into her mouth, then closed her lips around it and started sucking.

  “”Ride me, slut!”

  She gasped as a hand slid between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit.

  She started riding, aided by the grip on her hair and on her elbows forcing her forward and back, forward and back. Heat burned wildly within her. The man before her reached down and roughly groped one of her breasts, while Davie’s father gripped the other while fingering her clit. It was all just too much, and an explosive orgasm howled up into her mind and sent her reeling.

  The intensity of it made her want to scream, but no words came out, especially as the guy in front of her chose that time to thrust even more deeply into her and his cock pushed into her throat.

  She gurgled dazedly as his long, slick shaft slid deep into her throat. Then her face was jammed against his groin as she continued to ride frantically up and down on the hard cock below. It was sheer bliss. The sensual heat boiled across her body and mind, and she writhed and twisted exultantly as it sent her mind spinning.

  Soooo goood! It was sooooo fucking gooood!

  “You all ready to plug this bitch, Al?” she heard as if from a distance.

  “Any time, buddy.”

  She staggered as she felt them pulling her upright by hair and arm, turning her on wobbly legs, and pushing her forward. Her knees slid into the bench as she was pulled forward to straddle Davie’s father. She groaned aloud as she sank down onto his cock, then gasped as he began to suck and chew on her nipples. His hands went behind her, squeezing her buttocks, and a moment later she felt a pressure against her anal opening.

  “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!” she gasped.

  “I ain’t Jesus, baby, but I can give you a holy fuck,” the man behind her chortled.

  Gwen had always loved anal sex because it was so hot and nasty, but Davie had refused, saying it was filthy. Now she could only shudder and moan in pleasure and pain as his father held her tight while his friend slowly worked his stiff prick up into her ass from behind.

  She was a slender girl, and felt absolutely jammed full of cock as she felt the second one pushing up into her body. It hurt, but she didn’t care about that, glorying in the double penetration.

  The two older men crushed the slim young girl between them, their hands moving eagerly, even roughly over her nude body. One sucked and chewed and licked at her breast while the other bit and sucked at the nape of her neck. Hands kneaded her buttocks and breasts, then jerked back on her hair as the man behind her lunged forward with a particularly sharp thrust into her aching bottom.

  It was a dark, lewd, wild sexual escapade and Spirit was wrapped in the dark thrill of it as the two hard cock pumped in and out of her with long, steady thrusts which drove them deep into her belly.

  “Ride me, slut!” the man underneath demanded, pinching her nipples cruelly so she cried out and started to struggle up and down.

  She rode dazedly up and down, the man behind her following her motions, sending his own stiff prick spearing deep into her upraised ass again and again while he growled and bit at the side of her throat.

  “You like that, slut?” he growled into her ear, “You like having a stiff prick up the ass?!”

  She did, God help her! She felt utterly owned! Gloriously owned! She was totally at the mercy of two large, strong, powerful men who were using her for all she was worth! And it was the most incredibly exciting sexual experience of her life!

  The orgasm tore through her, and as she started to thrash and gurgle and moan as a finger jammed down against her clitoris. It began to rub it furiously causing the orgasm to burn so much more hotter she felt like screaming. Her body jerked and spasmed as the sharp edged jolts of pleasure tore into her and her mind seemed to flow on a white flood of pleasure so that nothing else in the world mattered.

  But even so, in the midst of an incredible, drawn-out orgasm, she felt a sharp, exultant realization that they were easily visible to Davie upstairs if he should look out his window, and felt a surge of satisfaction and smug sense of revenge on him for being such a miserable excuse for a man.

  * * *

  Carey couldn’t see very well in the darkness below, but as she stood at her window looking down it was quite evident what was going on, especially after she opened one of the thickly insulated windows so she could hear. She couldn’t see who was with the girl, her brother’s girlfriend, but presumed one of them was Davie. She couldn’t hear their voices, but only an occasional murmur, male in nature, but she could definitely hear the girl’s voice as she gasped and moaned and cursed in her pleasure.

  Carey was simultaneously appalled and aroused by the movement below. She supposed it wasn’t so unnatural that she and her brother might do something - sexual - in the pool at night, but to invite another man to join them!? How perverted!

  Of course, by now she knew her brother was capable of almost anything, especially after he’d had a few too many. But apparently this girl had no more sense of morality than he did!

  She brought the binoculars to her eyes again with something of a sense of frustration. It was too dark to make out more than silhouettes, for the most part, and sometimes movements. But it was clear, disgustingly clear, that the girl was p
inned between the two men, who were ravishing her mercilessly! How could she do such a thing!? How could she allow it!? Had she no sense of morality or common decency!?

  She felt a sense of guilt as she watched, as well, not so much at her nosiness but at the sense of tingling arousal she felt between her legs at the partial view of the beautiful, dark-haired girl being so cruelly abused.

  A cloud which had been obscuring the moon passed and she got a suddenly clearer view again, gasping as she saw the sight of a male back bent over the girl, saw a fist pulling back Spirit’s hair, forcing her back to arch as he ground himself into her. Another man, presumably her brother, was underneath, but saw only a part of the side of his head. Clearly, though, his face was pressed against her chest, against her breasts!

  It was shocking! Wicked! She imagined herself naked between two men with a sense of dark horror, and yet she could feel how her nipples throbbed, her entire body suffused with heat at the scene below.

  The man was sodomizing her! Oh gross! Disgusting! Shouldn’t she be crying out in pain?!

  Another cloud passed before the moon, dimming the scene, and she cursed softly in frustration.

  Just then the girl’s voice rose in a strange, hair-raising ululation of pleasure, and Carey squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, dropping a hand to rub herself as a sexual heat spread through her body. Her breathing came more rapidly, and she retreated from the window, then hurried into her adjoining bathroom. There was a small bottle of imported shampoo there she had used before, during the occasions when she felt an uncontrollable urge…

  She bent and took it out from under the sink, hands trembling slightly She stripped off her nightie, spread baby oil over the bottle, and set it on the floor, then squatted above it and slowly lowered her hairless pussy onto the rounded plastic cap.

  Carey had never liked the sight of hair on her pussy, not even when it had first come in years back. She had been plucking and shaving it since then, so that she was as smooth as some girls at school who she knew had had laser treatments.

  Now the round bottle cap slid between the tight lips of her sex and up into the mouth of her pussy, and she groaned as the short neck followed. then she felt the pressure against her opening, and ground herself down against the wider body of the bottle until with a gasp, she felt herself spread enough to admit it. She groaned as she sank down, feeling it sliding up into her belly and imagining she was the dark haired girl, riding her man, feeling his stiff cock pushing up into her belly.

  * * *

  Spirit coughed and gulped in air as they lifted her head out of the water. Then she was pulled back under again, and had just enough time to gulp in air before her head went under.

  She was laying on her back at the edge of the pool, her head and shoulders hanging over the edge so that when the one man pulled down on her hair her head was forced under water. The stranger was standing there in the pool up to his waist in water, and pushing his cock against her mouth.

  The rest of her, of course, was lying on the pavement alongside the pool, legs spread wide. Davie’s father was laying there, his arms on her thighs pinning them down. She could feel his mouth at her pussy, his tongue teasing and taunting her as she tried to concentrate on holding her breath and licking and sucking the other guy’s cock in her water filled mouth.

  She thought she knew something of sex, was a sophisticate of sorts, even at twenty one. She was rapidly coming to understand that these old guys were a lot more perverted than she had ever imagined.

  And with her arms still bound together at the elbows underneath her she was nothing more than their sexual play toy!

  Her back ached as she was bent back, but that was the least of her worries as the man before her held her hair down and worked his rapidly hardening cock in and out of her mouth. He was allowing her up to breath every minute or so, but she was still becoming light headed from lack of air. Meanwhile, the other one was licking at her pussy in a way she had never before experienced, and despite her other concerns that was starting to cause her body to respond.

  Pain didn’t bother her, though, nor did abuse. She was a girl who had once cut herself with razor blades, who had burned herself with cigarettes, partly out of a fascination for pain, partly out of a sense of depression and the pointlessness of life.

  Death didn’t hold any fear for her either. So the way she was being abused caused her no particular trauma. On the contrary, she felt a sense of dark elation at being so roughly and cruelly abused, and her body flared with growing heat at the outrageous way the men were using her.

  She had always disdained the whole idea of being controlled, of being pushed around, yet now, for some reason, was thrilling to the sense of helplessness with a kind of masochistic delight.

  The man standing in the pool was almost completely hard now, and his cock plunged deep into her throat as he held her tightly by the hair. Because of the way her head was pulled so sharply back he had a clear shot straight from her open mouth, and she gurgled weakly as his cock buried itself in her throat and his balls pressed firmly against her eyes under water.

  She felt her legs forced wider, groaning around the thick cock filling her throat as it started to pump in and out in short, deep strokes. Her clit throbbed and pulsed as it was licked, and then lips pressed around it and sucked, and she jerked helplessly, her hips bucking up as a wild jolt of sensory pleasure ran up her spine.

  The cock pulled out of her throat, and then her head was lifted up out of the water, lifted up so she could look down the length of her body as she gulped in air. She moaned as she saw the other one’s face pressed into her pussy, saw him licking and sucking, saw his fingers ease in to spread the lips of her sex wider. His head started to move now as he licked her, and she saw that his tongue was pressed back against his lower lip, using it as support so he could lick harder.

  Then her head was pulled back under water and the other man began to fuck her throat, using longer strokes now, harder strokes that his balls bouncing lightly against her eyes under the water.

  * * *

  Carey ached deep inside, but she didn’t care tonight. She wanted it all inside her. But then she paused and rose, with the bottle inside her. She explored the other available items and found a rounded hair jell dispenser she had once used. She eagerly oiled it up then placed it on the floor, pressing her anal opening against it and slowly grinding herself down, working it up inside her.

  It was an unfamiliar feeling. She’d never really thought about putting anything there before. But as it slid up into her she felt a wild sense of excitement at being doubly impaled, just like Spirit, and groaned as she imagined two men using her so wildly, so lustfully, bodies pressed against her from either side.

  She wasn’t sure what prompted her to get up, to walk around with the two inside her. She wanted to look out onto the pool again and imagine herself out there. She went back into her darkened bedroom and to the window only to be startled to see that the three below were still at it. She’d thought sex was over when she’d heard Spirit’s cry of satisfaction.

  But what were they…doing?!

  It was difficult to make out since the moon was behind clouds again. She raised the binoculars, peering into the darkness, and got only a flash as the moon appeared briefly. It was of Spirit on her knees between the men. One of them was using her from behind while the other, well, it was obvious what the other was doing in front of her.

  What shocked her, however, was the view of the dark haired girl’s arms crossed behind her at the elbow. It was such an unnatural position , and after a moment she realized something was wrapped around her arms, -- binding them, tying them.

  A wild turmoil of thoughts spilled through Carey’s mind as she gaped at the vision before her. And then to add to it, the man, presumably Davie, who was riding the girl from behind, slapped her bottom sharply enough that Carey could hear the sound through her window!

  Shock and indignation warred with a somewhat prim and proper sense of
righteous satisfaction for surely the girl deserved to be punished, the way she acted, the way she dressed. Surely she deserved to be -- disciplined. Yes, tied up and given what she deserved! Used mercilessly!

  That was what the slut deserved for the way she acted! Yet from the way she was acting now it was also clear that however much she might be tied and helpless, what was being done to her was not exactly against her will.

  Carey was not a girl who had ever considered the complexities of sexuality, or the many and varied ways in which people might copulate. The sight shocked her, and then sent a hot flush of lust and need, an almost uncontrollable excitement flowing through her body.

  She moaned aloud, reaching down, rubbing her clitoris gasping and moaning as she tried desperately to see more clearly even as a cloud passed before the moon.

  She imagined herself tied up, used helplessly by wild, rough men, and her entire body trembled and shook with heat. In moments she was on the floor, breasts pressed against the carpet, bottom raised as she rubbed herself desperately. The orgasm blossomed within her was of such unique power she cried out in helpless pleasure, gasping and moaning and rubbing herself desperately as the heat poured through her mind and body.

  Chapter Four

  The feel of the girl’s skin against his had been incredible. Dave felt as though he’d had ten years taken off him. He felt younger, filled with energy, and amazed that a man of his means, of his abilities, a man who, even though he was far from a narcissist, he recognized as being pretty damned good looking, had put up with a nearly sexless life for so long when there were hot young sluts like that around waiting to be taken, to be used, to be, not to put it mildly, conquered.

  That she was his son’s girlfriend was only mildly disconcerting. If Davie couldn’t keep her then he didn’t deserve her.

  Not, of course, that Dave wanted her, exactly. There was no chance of spending any time with her doing anything other than fucking her that wouldn’t annoy the hell out of him. That gunk in her hair and on her face, that insolent attitude, and know-nothing arrogance were bound to set him on edge.