Down at the Surf Club the beer flowed endlessly as dozens of husky young men overdid their efforts to satisfy the Big Australian Thirst, the national pastime that traditionally excluded women – at least in the bars. Poker machines rattled and clinked, adding to the loud sounds of talk, and orders for pints, "schooners" and "middies" of frothing beer. Barmen carried huge platters of brimming glasses to tables or shoved them across beer-wet bars to drinkers clad mostly in shorts and shirts. In one corner a cluster of men were gloating over a color photo passed among them by Jim Yates and Tiger Kelly, both of whom were obviously drunk.
"Bloody little beauty, eh?" Tiger was leering. "My mates and I are thinking of hawking her fork to select members of the club."
"Succulent little bird," drooled one of the crowd.
"She was only broken in yesterday but she's mad for it." Tiger reached for the photo and jammed it in his pocket. "That's enough," he laughed drunkenly, "You'll wear it out staring at it."
"How do you know she's that good – have you tried her yourself?" asked another.
"No, we haven't had a go yet," growled Jim. "She's Hugh's pick-up. But we'll let you all know tomorrow. Tonight's the night for us and tomorrow it'll be on for one and all."
Tiger was staring blearily at the clock. "Hey Sludgie," he mumbled. "Time we left. It's eleven o'clock."
Jim pulled him up close by his shirt. "Don't call me that, you hear?" he growled softly. None of the others noticed as they continued talking loudly of surf, sun and beer. If there was no chance of an orgy immediately they quickly lost interest although none of them would fail to keep in the back of his mind the fact that perhaps tomorrow or the next day there would be a beautiful young American blonde available. Something different, even if the body was no better, judging by the photo, than dozens of fantastic girls who thronged the beaches on weekends.
Tiger and Jim downed another large beer "for the road" and left the stifling room full of cigarette smoke and noise.
Arriving at Jenny's apartment, they announced themselves by pounding with their fists on the door and when it opened, fell in, both calling out drunkenly, "Where is she?"
Jenny and Linda were in the bedroom, dressing up from the model's wide assortment of clothes. Hugh and Billy sat naked at a table littered with opened and unopened cans of beer. They had been discussing who should have which girl next or whether they could work out something so that they could somehow have them both at the same time. They were laughing about the possibilities and strange configurations when their noisy friends came thumping on the door.
"Take it easy fellers," Hugh said. "You'll frighten the fillies with that great stallion weapon of yours, Sludge-Pump."
As powerful and thick-set as he was, Jim Yates respected Hugh as leader and the best fighter of the group – as long as he didn't call him "Sludge-Pump" in front of strangers. That made him see red.
The girls had partly opened the bedroom door but had quickly shut and locked it when they saw the drunks appear. They were both very much under the influence of the narcotic and vodkas although the older girl was more conscious and aware than Linda whose mind had slipped into a semi-conscious limbo. Nevertheless they were shaken at the sight of the drunken louts. Jenny knew and disliked them both, finding Jim Yates particularly repulsive while Linda's first reaction on meeting them on the beach had been one of complete rejection.
Jenny's apprehension was justified when after a few minutes of conversation and pouring drinks the boys in the living room started knocking on the bedroom door, asking to be let in.
"Oh, don't let them in," begged Linda, now trembling with fright. The changing of clothes and dressing up, the intimate touching and kissing while they occupied themselves with dresses had been fun. She felt apprehensive as the loud vulgar sounds of the four men penetrated into the bedroom.
"It's all right," Hugh called out. "Everybody's dressed. We're having a party and we've gotta have someone to dance with," he added, winking at the others. "Put on a record, Billy."
"Hugh," Jenny called back. "Get those bastards out of here. And take yourself and Billy with them."
"Oh, no you don't," Hugh yelled. "You can't order me and my mates about like that…" He was about to change his tone, to cajole his cousin, when he was brushed aside as Tiger, Jim and Billy crashed forward, their shoulders hitting the frail door, bursting it open.
"Aha, the ladies are dressed for a party," said Billy, admiring the long maxi-dresses the girls were wearing. He grabbed Jenny around the waist. "My dance baby?" he asked.
Jenny saw that there was no use arguing now. They would wreck her flat if she and Linda didn't join in the party. The hard streak in the model was beginning to show: Linda would have to look after herself if the worst came to the worst. Anyway, her resistance was at a low ebb after the pot, the drinks and sex she had enjoyed. If only that creepy "Sludge-Pump" hadn't turned up, she moaned to herself. She let Billy and Hugh, still naked, take herself and Linda into the living room to dance awkwardly to the music.
As for Linda, she felt abandoned and lost. Jenny had become her security, her friend, her trusted friend. She had anticipated staying the night alone with Jenny. Somewhere in her thoughts Hugh was accepted but that was all. Everything now was drastically changed. Someone turned off all the lights except a shaded lamp in a corner. She felt Hugh's hand behind her back unzipping her dress and felt his naked fleshy cock pushing into her belly. Suddenly the dress was ripped from her body. Looking back she saw the awful person they called "Sludge-Pump" leeringly hold the torn dress in front of himself. Slowly, he lifted the dress like a curtain going up in a theatre, lifting until first his huge dangling testicle sac came into view, followed by what seemed to be an endless exposure of the biggest penis she had ever seen in her small experience. She couldn't believe that a man could have a cock of such dimensions. As the purple, red-flanged head of the monstrous weapon popped out from beneath the raised dress, she screamed.
"Oh, God! No!" she yelled, throwing her arms around Hugh, forgetting that his hard horn was now pressing between her legs. He lifted her up so that his cock was shoved right through between her legs, the head of it showing at the bottom of her ass-cheeks.
"Don't let him touch me," she begged, burying her head into Hugh's neck to block out the awesome sight. She looked up, seeking Jenny, and found her in the dim light, also looking aghast at the long, thick member Jim Yates was holding in his fist.
So that's why they call the moronic bastard "Sludge-Pump", Jenny thought to herself. She wanted to laugh but the situation was too serious. She could tell that they were all too drunk to control themselves. Alone, she could handle Hugh or Billy or even that lout Tiger, but certainly not the ugly brute with his deformed member – let alone the whole group. Nevertheless she pushed Billy away from his efforts to take her dress off and went up to Linda and Hugh.
"Keep that bastard away from us, Hugh, or by Christ I'll tell your police-sergeant father what you've been doing in Sydney," she threatened.
Hugh gave her the old twinkling smile. "Sure. No trouble at all. Do anything for you, my lovely fucktious cousin. But we're having a party, don't forget. And would you like me to tell my dad about you and Linda? Or tell Linda's old man?" He knew he could threaten Jenny as much as she could threaten him. However, he knew what a determined, man-hating bitch his cousin could be, that she'd been drinking and taking hash, and if she really got mad she was likely to put a chair through the window and scream for help.
He watched her expression as she reacted to his threats.
"Tell you what," he whispered in her ear, "give us a girlie exhibition on the couch and the boys will leave afterwards. Then you and I can have another fuck. I want to slip it into you again, Jenny. You sure are a raver."
"Get us a drink and keep your hairy freak out of our way," Jenny demanded, too far gone to do anything like the wrecking acts Hugh imagined, but she was very annoyed. She didn't like his suggestion although she knew she would soon get in the mood to have Linda again. Thinking of it made her look at the girl clutching her cousin, the very sight of Linda's nude body stirring the nerves at the bottom of her belly. Jenny pulled the young blonde girl away from Hugh and, as she moved with her toward the couch, Jim tried to ram his thick truncheon into Linda's ass-cheeks. The kid swag her arm back in a defensively reflex action, catching Jim such a stinging blow across the bridge of his nose that his eyes watered. Calling her a bloody bitch, he was about to retaliate when Hugh and Tiger pushed him back into a chair.
"Cool it, Sludgie," ordered Hugh. "Sit down and watch the demo. And keep your hands off the birds," he added, giving Jim a knowing wink. The four life savers were all naked now, as they sat on chairs, drinking from cans of beer and stroking their erect cocks. Billy had put "Drumsville" on the record player and as Jenny walked Linda to the couch a track of stripper music introduced just the right sound for the exhibition. Jim settled down into his chair, rubbing his nose and staring through bloodshot eyes at the blonde girl. He had a couple of scores to settle with her, and with that stuck-up lesbian, too, he growled to himself.
Jenny forced Linda to drink the heavily laced vodka and Coke Hugh brought them. The terrified girl shivered when she glanced at the lasciviously watching young men with their erections, all of them unbelievably huge and that appalling one called Sludge-Pump balancing his can of beer on the head of his weapon. She turned to gasp whimperingly at Jenny that she must protect her. Jenny whispered that they must go through with the exhibition act.
"Forget that they're here," she hissed. "Concentrate on me, my little pet. Remember I love you."
"I'll do anything, anything," Linda whispered back, feeling trapped, her tears falling on Jenny's neck.
"Get your gear off," Hugh called to Jenny, who fumbled at her back zipper.
"Help me, Linda," she asked, and Linda undid the zipper to allow Jenny to pull the dress over her head.
As the dress fell to the floor, revealing that Jenny too was wearing nothing else, they heard the boys cheering and making crude comparisons about their bodies. Jenny sat on the couch and pulled the dazed Linda onto her lap. Linda, suddenly aware of the whole disastrous situation, hid her head in Jenny's neck shivering with an attack of nerves that brought her out in goosebumps all over.
"Come on darling, don't be afraid," Jenny whispered breathily in her ear, at the same time nibbling at the pink lobe and darting her tongue in and around that sensitive zone. Gradually Linda responded. She searched for Jenny's mouth and their lips met in a lingering kiss that started a fire burning in both their bellies. Tongue met tongue and did a wild dance. Their erect nipples brushed against each other bringing them to aching hardness.
At the back of Linda's mind her lost innocence was aghast at the depths she had fallen to, but a new part of her shamelessly urged her on, aroused at the eroticism of exhibiting her sexuality in front of these lewdly lusting young men.
Suddenly Jenny broke free from their abandoned kiss to suck greedily at the coral buds of the young girl's breasts, flicking her tongue around them teasingly until Linda's cunt was ablaze with frantic desire.
"Oh God, stick your tongue up my cunt darling. Please, please, please," the blonde groaned shamelessly, all inhibitions gone. Jenny, at a peak of excitement was only too happy to comply, her saliva flowing at the thought of the juicy cunt, sticky with anticipation. She sank to her knees on the floor and burrowed her head hungrily between the young girl's slim thighs, pushing them wide apart so that the audience would get a good eyeful of the madly palpitating slit. Droolingly she tongued at the slippery vagina, alternately thrusting her tongue into the burning hole and then sucking at the twitching clitoris.
Linda thought her brain would explode. So this is what they mean by "blowing your mind", she thought as she frantically pushed her pubic mound up to meet Jenny's unendurably exciting tongue. Suddenly her head snapped back and her eyes rolled back in their sockets – it felt as though thousands of light bulbs were popping inside her head. From a long way off she heard herself gasping and groaning. Her body was wracked by convulsive spasms, which seemed to last an eternity. She felt as though she had passed out for a few seconds. As her tingling cunt continued to throb she kept Jenny's head pressed hard between her legs until the raging torrent of sweetness should die down, trying to prolong it as long as possible.
By now Jenny was half-mad with desire to gratify the imperious demands of her own cunt, and she pushed Linda lengthways along the couch, climbing on top of her in the soixante-neuf position. Linda suddenly found Jenny's dripping cunt pressed hard against her mouth and she automatically licked and sucked for all she was worth like a madwoman, the musky smell filling her nostrils and inflaming her to new heights.
Through the haze of pot and sensuality she heard the coarse voice of Jim Yates groan: "Christ I'm almost cumming. It's time those two sluts got a cuntful of cock." He lurched forward, eyes glazed with lust, rubbing his clenched fist up and down his thick truncheon. But he was too far gone and suddenly with a long drawn out groan he shot his sperm in spurt after spurt all over Jenny's pumping buttocks.
Linda's fingers, pressing tightly into the soft flesh of Jenny's ass-cheeks, felt the hot sticky fluid covering the tightly flexed buttocks. The excited young blonde rubbed it over the silken flesh, enjoying the slippery texture. She suddenly felt as though she were choking. Jim had collapsed on top of the two girls wallowing in the sweat and slipperiness of his sperm, pressing his still erect member between the cleft of Jenny's deliciously rounded buttocks.
Hugh and Billy swiftly grabbed the huge life saver to keep the two girls from being suffocated. Swinging wildly, the thick-set Jim knocked Hugh down with a punch to the neck. Dazed, it was a second or two before Hugh could stagger to his feet, cursing. Jim also pushed the others away and lay back spread-eagled on Jenny's back while both girls were yelling as best they could for help.
In this kind of situation loyalties were partly forgotten. Hugh knew that Billy would stick with him: he'd already had his go at Jenny, satisfying an old ambition. And Tiger was Jim's mate, closer to him than to Hugh or Billy. Obviously he had to get that big bastard "Sludge-Pump" and get him fast; then Tiger would be on his own.
Hugh leaped over to the couch and swung his fist hard against the side of Jim's face, catching him partly on the temple. The powerful brute collapsed where he was, lying on Jenny, his colossal rod extending under her ass-cheeks and jammed high up between their bellies. Frustrated by not getting to the girls first, Tiger had stood back to see the outcome of the fight and was preparing to knock Billy out of any free-for-all. Now he stood there while Hugh and Billy dragged the unconscious Sludge-Pump, his cock limp but still huge, across the floor. The large member with its huge purple head was bigger than any of theirs; they couldn't even compare their own with an erection against Sludgie's when it was slack. All their cocks were beginning to droop as a result of the tension.
"The bloody big moron would go and ruin everything," moaned Billy, looking down at his weapon as he moved to sit with the girls. They were sitting up, Linda's arms around Jenny and both of them anxiously looking at the prostrate form of Jim Yates lying flat on his back with that horse's cock hanging limply over his thigh.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" queried Billy.
"Tie up the bastard," Hugh said, going to the kitchen to get some rope. "Get some more beer and mix a couple of strong vodkas for the birds, Billy. That'll keep you busy," he ordered.
As soon as Hugh left the room Tiger suddenly pushed Linda's arms away from her tight hold around Jenny, picked the model up and carried her, kicking and flailing her arms to the bedroom. She was struggling violently with him on the bed when Billy brought in a beer and vodka.
"Shut the door when you go out, Billy," he yelled pushing Jenny back onto the bed and holding her shoulders down while he kneed her legs apart.
Outside the door Billy was faced with a scratching, clawing Linda, her long hair flying about her face as she tried to push past to wrench open the door.
"Let me in, let me in," she screamed deliriously.
Billy ducked and dodged the savagely clawing girl until he grabbed her around the waist, took a handful of hair, pulling her head back so that he could clamp his mouth hard down on one of her heaving young breasts. His cock shot up into a rock hard, curving rod; his hand went between her ass-cheeks where he was just getting a finger into her wet crevice when he felt Hugh's arm go around his neck. He was forced to release the girl who rushed to the bedroom door calling out for Jenny. Temporarily she was strengthened by the adrenaline flowing into her system, and the haze of hashish and alcohol momentarily cleared. If I don't resist these mad animals there's no hope for me. I'll die, she thought bitterly, rather than give in and be at the mercy of these dreadful beach bums. Her sudden move to the door had caught both Hugh and Billy by surprise and she had the door open before they joined forces and grabbed her.
Before being dragged away from the bedroom she was horrified at the sight that met her eyes. Her wonderful Jenny had her long legs wrapped tightly around the savagely pumping Tiger who was kissing her and licking her unresisting body from top to toe. Trembling in abject terror and desolation at being deserted by her love, her sudden burst of strength expended, Linda allowed herself to be dragged back to the couch after the bedroom door was slammed in her face.
Flung onto the couch, she heard Hugh saying, "Don't let the bitch get up while I finish tying old Sludgie's wrists together." Billy placed his foot in the small of her back, pressing her down while Hugh completed the tying.
"That'll hold the horny lunatic," Hugh laughed, satisfied now that everything was under control.
Taking a long swig from a can of beer, Billy was also amused at the sight of the powerful surfer lying helpless as a baby on the floor, his wrists tied securely.
"I want to feel her cunt," Billy said, bending down and rubbing his hand over the cheeks of Linda's vulnerable buttocks. He felt her shiver at his touch. "She's a jumpy bitch all right," he said, pushing harder with his foot against the terrified girl's back.
"Go on, have a feel," Hugh said generously, enjoying the scene. He didn't see Linda as a tortured, suffering and pathetic girl of fifteen, but as a stuck-up little bitch who should be taught a lesson. She's asked for it, he said to himself, and by God she's going to get it. The sight of her writhing and fucking against his cousin had brought him to a state where he desired savagely to have her want him as badly as she wanted the girl. Jesus, he thought, it'll take two of us at least to give her all the cock she wants.
Lying flat on her stomach, Linda jerked forward from the sudden clutch of Billy's hand going deep into the cleft of her ass-cheeks and rubbing clammily into the wetness of her pussy. Her yell of protest was cut off when her head was shoved viciously face down into the couch. Oh my God, they'll kill me if I move, she thought. There's no escape. She tried to wriggle her buttocks away from the pushing hand salaciously rubbing from her anus down to the entrance of her vagina, attempting with all her remaining strength to evade the fiercely digging fingers seeking her cuntal entrance. She felt him find the wet, silky smooth opening and ram his finger hard forward, cruelly violating her vaginal passage. Not content with grinding one finger in the tender recesses of her delicate cunt he brutally shoved two, then three fingers and finally his whole hand up her sorely stretched passage.
"Oooooohhhh," she screamed wildly, lifting her shoulders to swing weakly with her arm back at the burly leg pushing into her back. Again her head was shoved down. She couldn't bear it, she just couldn't, it was inhuman. The muscles of her cunt tried to eject that cruelly invading hand but that only excited the brute more. Her gorge rose and she felt sick to her stomach.
Hugh drained a can of beer, moved over to the couch and kneeled behind her, watching the poor writhing pinioned girl.
"OK, you've had your feel, Billy," he said, pulling the hand away from her wet slit. "Sit down and hold her head while I give it to her from behind."
Billy sat at the far end of the large couch, lifting the crying girl's tear-stained face to confront his throbbing member. He thrust it into her sobbing mouth, delighted with the spectacle of its hugeness making Linda's cheeks bulge lewdly. In desperation she knew she'd have to suck him off if she were ever to get out of this intolerable torment. She sucked back and forth like an automaton, her eyes glazed in her semi-consciousness.
"You love it, you little whore, don't you?" Billy sneered. "Come on Hugh, she wants to be filled at both ends; ram the old avenger home."
Linda could only manage a token resistance, piteously trying to keep her legs together as Hugh grabbed her by the waist to lift her buttocks into the air. She felt his groping hands move down to her sorely ravaged pussy, felt his fingers parting the almost hairless lips to guide the large head of his cock into her inflamed cunt, her body protesting in jerky spasms. She felt the blood-filled head of his hot cock move in, expanding her vagina as it moved, then she screeched as Hugh savagely rammed far into her belly so quickly and roughly that her tender vaginal passage burned as though a red-hot poker had been thrust up her.
"Please, please no more, I can't stand any more," she withdrew her mouth from Billy's wetly glistening member to plead. Billy grabbed her head on both sides and thrust it back at the wildly jumping head of his cock, shoving her head back and forth energetically while Hugh's shaft seared into her cunt in the same rhythm. There was to be no mercy for her. She felt like a tribal sacrifice in some primitive native ritual. She was no longer a person, she was just a juicy, wet hole to be fucked and fucked and fucked. If only I could pass out, she thought. If only I could die!
Hugh reached over to the coffee table beside the couch and picked up a glass of straight vodka. "Here make the little fucker drink this," he said, handing it to Billy.
They were both surprised when Linda drank greedily, spilling much of it down her chin in her anxiety to find oblivion. They won't want me unconscious, she thought, and even if they do, I won't feel anything. But already she was half-conscious of the reaction of her vagina and clitoris to the squelchily thrusting and withdrawing cock that was making her belly quiver. She could feel the sex fire building up against her will: her buttocks were beginning to grind back into Hugh's pelvis despite the pain she felt from the way he had mercilessly entered her.
He had never sunk his cock so deeply into her before… she could feel it right into her womb… it must be because of this new position.
Oh God! She was fucking like a bitch in heat. But she couldn't stop it, she couldn't quench this perversely satisfying desire spreading throughout her body. Her warmly wet cuntal muscles tightened convulsively around Hugh's cock driving in and out faster now, like a piston, exquisitely exciting every tissue, despite the pain – or perhaps increased by it – every nerve in that feverish cunt of hers, the cunt that somehow was more important to her after those "fun and games" with Jenny.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she muttered mindlessly, backing up to Hugh's thrusts, "Oh fuck me, Hugh." Neither of the young surfers could understand what she was saying, since her mouth was almost filled with Billy's hammering cock, but they could tell by the excitedly pleading tone of her voice that she was no longer fighting them. And her actions betrayed her awakening hunger, also. Pushing herself up on her hands to enable her body to respond all the more easily in this strange and erotic position, she welcomed the insanely kneading fingers of both Hugh and Billy digging into her firmly hanging breasts. She could feel Hugh's lust-bloated balls slapping against her anus as his rasping rod moved in and out of her swollen vaginal lips.
"I don't know what she was cryin' about," panted Billy, ramming his cock deep into her throat. "She fucks like she's done nothin' else since she was ten."
A wave of disgust for these sweating animals who thought they could use her body as an object, as though she had no personality at all, swept over her and she tried to swerve her face away from Billy's jabbing cock.
"I think we might have to revive 'Sludge-Pump' and untie him," Billy said leeringly. "Might teach this young 'un to behave."
"No, oh no," Linda moaned. "I'll do anything." The thought of Jim's abnormal member had an immediate effect of frightening her despite the demands of her body to fuck harder and longer with Hugh.
"Come on, you hot bitch," Billy yelled and lifted her face to receive his mouth clammily against her lips. Her body was rocking back and forth, she surrendered her mouth to his, letting his tongue probe in. As soon as he felt her mouth slacken he pulled away. "OK get your mouth back around my cock, and suck as though you really mean it," he ordered.
Without a murmur she bowed her head in a cave of long blonde hair, closing her eyes as her mouth slowly filled with the head of Billy's throbbing cock. His fist was still around it, rubbing so that droplets of his lubricating juices dribbled in little bursts into her mouth. The last departing defensive thoughts left her mind empty except for the message of sex coming from all over her body, from her buttocks brushed by Hugh's hairy belly, the sheer thrilling excitement in her cunt, the feel of Hugh's chest across her back, the massaging of her breasts and the throbbing lust of the wet cock in her mouth.
The climactic feeling she had experienced with Jenny was building up again in her brain like a bubble about to burst. The early tightness she felt disappeared as her cunt opened in welcome, as the juices flowed and the nerves sent thrilling messages of satisfaction to her sex-obsessed mind. Somehow she associated the cock in her mouth with the cock in her cunt: the sucking and fucking were a completeness.
There was no doubt that the unfortunate girl was not only drugged with narcotic and alcohol, she was reduced to animal abandonment by the drug of over-sexed lust. The more her clitoris palpitatingly welcomed the mindlessly grinding shaft of hotly hard flesh, the more her belly stirred, engendering a lustful heat in her breasts, her mouth, in every cell of her body.
She moved her weight from her hands by leaning a shoulder into Billy: she wanted to hold his cock, to push his pumping hand away so she could squeeze and massage it herself while she sucked above at its head. Billy was happy to let her take over the whole works, lying back with his head at the rear of the couch, smiling lewdly as he looked down on that blonde heap of hair covering his cock and balls. Jesus, what a mover! What a Goddamned fuck-hot bitch she is! Her fingers were wetly slithering up and down, up and down, tightly gripped around his hard cock, while her head bobbed up and down to keep the head of his monster moving in and out of her mouth. What a beauty! What a mad, raving drunken Yankee bitch she is. He'd get fifty dollars a time for her from his pals at the Surf Club, if Hugh would agree to the deal. His degenerate mind worked at this new opportunity to earn easy money. Christ! We could make a couple of hundred dollars a day easily with this luscious blonde angel. Some of those horny bastards at the club would pay plenty to have a go at a girl of fifteen, for the first time in their lives… I know some rich old jokers in Brisbane who'd pay a thousand for her! No use thinking of that, he mused, reaching out to grip the bobbing blonde head; once she leaves this joint a man would be a mug to be seen within a mile of her! One squeak from her and we'd all be in the clink.
The orgasm-crazed girl abandoned herself completely to the slowly mounting explosion within her. She wanted the feeling to linger forever, at the same time wanting it to accelerate, to blow herself apart into a gaseous cloud of pulsating fuck that would float forever in a heavenly sky. Weird colors and shapes formed in her head. She dripped with sweat, Hugh's hands slid across her dancing breasts, she droolingly sucked harder and faster, and ground her buttocks in a circular motion against that virile cock ramming regularly and so deeply within her, her expanded cunt hungrily contracting, sucking and wanting more and more of it. And Hugh responded, rising up on his knees to hold her small young waist in a tight grip and to frenziedly ram in long, swiftly deep strokes, his cum-filled cock, its glans irritated so much his body shook with a maniacal effort to satisfy the eager cunt thirstily sucking for more.
He was so engrossed in his attempt to devastatingly ravish the gorgeous creature writhing beneath him, he didn't notice the movement in a far corner of the room where "Sludge-Pump" Yates was coming out of his coma. Billy saw him dazedly sitting up to stare around the room, fixing his eyes on the debauch on the couch then looking down at his carelessly bound wrists. He had not been properly tied up: it was only a temporary measure to keep him quiet. He looked about for the other girl. Where was she? He looked behind him and saw the bedroom door closed and heard the grunting and moaning emanating from inside. Billy smiled at him, indicating with a silent movement of his head that it might be a great idea if he forgot about the young blonde for awhile and concentrated on helping Tiger. He watched with amazement as Jim's huge member stiffened even as he shook off the cords around his wrists. Jesus! he chortled to himself, wait till that lesbian bitch gets a cuntful of that! He was right on the verge of cumming himself, stretching his body back to raise his cock farther up to that wildly bobbing head of massed blonde hair.
But he was disappointed. She was doing her own thing, exploding in a loud drawn-out moan, cumming with Hugh whose eyes were glazing over as he went into a mighty orgasm.
"Fuck harder, fuck harder… harder," Linda groaned, lifting her face forcibly from Billy's cock. "Quicker, quicker, please. Oh please fuck me quicker," she begged. She was exploding into orgasm after orgasm, spasm after spasm was shaking her sex-wracked body. She thought it would never end, this frantic convulsion bringing every muscle in her body into action, tightening and contracting so that she bent double, resisting Billy's efforts to pull her head back to his wetly unsatisfied cock. She reached behind her to pull Hugh's thighs tighter towards her as she felt his hot sperm shooting deep inside her, pumping and jetting from his quivering shaft. She heard his animal yell of triumph as the hot cum squirted in bursts from his loins, filling her belly and mixing with her own sticky cuntal fluid. Her cunt was overflowing; she could feel a hot wetness oozing out and running in tiny rivulets down the soft inside of her shaking thighs to her knees.
Hugh collapsed over her slim young back, and Billy was trying to finish himself off when they were startled by a loud scream issuing from the bedroom. Hugh leaped up, his slackening cock still dribbling its cum, looking at the empty corner where "Sludge-Pump" had lain unconscious. The bastard's got Jenny, he realized. He was planning on fucking her next. He didn't want his cousin split asunder until he'd had another go at her, although no one could be as great a sex maniac as that succulent little blonde panting on the couch. Christ, what a fuck!
He pushed open the bedroom door to stare down in disbelief at the spectacle on the bed. Jenny wasn't screaming now: she was moaning with want. Tiger was relaxing on a chair by the window, drinking from a cold can of beer and also staring with admiration at the wondrous spectacle of Sludge-Pump's mighty equipment forced into the entrance of Jenny's tightly stretched cunt. How she managed to take it was quite beyond belief. Hugh didn't realize that she had been brought to near orgasm by Tiger but hadn't actually cum although her cunt had begun to palpitate with hot desire. He could see for himself, however, that she was ripe enough to accept that thick corner-post wobbling into her: the view from behind showed her inflamed genitalia in clear detail, especially as Sludgie had lifted her buttocks high in the air and bent her legs so far back her knees were pressing into her voluptuous breasts.
Well, perhaps that's torn it, he said to himself. Too late to stop him now… let him fuck the daylights out of her!
Walking away towards the kitchen to get another can of beer out of the refrigerator, he saw his little Linda giving herself wholeheartedly to Billy.
"Give her one for me," he said with drunken vulgarity. Billy had turned her around onto the flat of her back so that they were fucking belly to belly. Billy's cock was man-sized, and to Linda there seemed to be no difference between the one she had now and the one that a little while ago was at her from behind. She hardly recognized Billy's face or his mouth which she was savagely kissing, her own mouth opening wide to accept his tongue in her cheeks.
Hugh got his beer, lit a cigarette and went back to the bedroom to watch the flange-headed weapon work on his cousin.
"Oooooooooohhhh, darling, darling, this is better, much much better," the model was moaning in ecstasy. Jim's great cock was in as far as it could go, the blood-filled head hard up against her cervix.
"Don't split her you bastard," Tiger called out laughingly, envious that his buddy may be stimulating her far more than his own efforts had achieved.
"Yeah," agreed Hugh, "I want another go at that hot cunt of hers."
Sludge-Pump Yates was deaf to them. In any case he knew there was a limit to what any girl could take of his great member. He reveled in her reaction, her groans of pleasure and the wet clasping of her cunt flesh as it closed on him so tight and slippery. He was thankful that Tiger had got her so nicely prepared.
This was only the third man Jenny had allowed in her for a long, long time. It had taken the exciting desire for Linda and Hugh to break down her reserve. She felt her body coming to life in a new way, the pain of Jim's first intrusion slowly giving way to a maddening fire of want that began deep within her womb, spreading relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of every inch of her beautifully elegant body. She felt the tingling ripple through her cunt to her rectum, her clitoris was aflame where the nerves danced like fire, a white heat raged across her stomach, her breasts were hot and swollen, and she could feel the tingling rush from the lips of her vagina up her thighs and calves to the tips of her toes.
Rotating her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling rod, her vagina dilated in time to its rhythmic shoving. God it's a monster! It could have been Linda's head inside her cunt and Linda's lips licking the pink walls of her vagina, she fantasized in her hashish-induced euphoria.
"Aaaaaahhhh," she yelled as he pushed too hard. "Jesus don't split me," she begged.
Jim eased back a little and stopped. He didn't mind hurting her a little, but he didn't want to go too far, to injure her seriously.
"Oh, don't stop. Fuck me, keep fucking me even if you hurt me."
That was what he wanted. He liked the bitch to beg for it and grunted his pleasure as he began screwing up against her clasping cuntal lips as much as he could get into her without frightening her again. He watched her turning her head slowly from side to side in tormented ecstasy, and he saw her hypnotized stare at the erect members of Tiger and Hugh sitting on chairs on either side of the bed. The dilated lips between her hair-lined livid slit pulled tantalizingly back, sliding wetly down his thick rod for several inches and then slowly, juicily coming back for more: she was testing it herself, to see how much she could take. Jim held her short-cropped head in his hammy hands to press his ugly face close to hers, to push his lips down on her lovely mouth. He could taste cunt there, Linda's young cuntal smell. Jenny responded to him, kissing back, biting his lips, tonguing into his cheeks, lasciviously sucking at his tongue as though it were another cock, biting and tonguing at his mouth as if she had been waiting all her life to give herself to him completely. He had no compassion for her as his lust increased, his arms pinning her legs back in that helpless position so that no part of her body could inhibit his complete control of her gaping cunt. Withdrawing the deeply imbedded instrument, probing back again, he kept his movement timed with hers, feeling the heat of her cunt and the rush of moisture indicating her coming orgasm.
She bucked against him wildly and then with a deep throated groan her body began vibrating uncontrollably.
"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh you wonderful bloody cock. Aaaaaaaagh!" Jenny spluttered.
Wet, sticky juice flooded from her throbbing vagina out past his inflamed, fleshy red cock, the warm fluid trickling down over her brown puckered anus that was also vibrating with the surge of her orgasm.
Her cumming drove Jim to wild, careless rapture. He forgot about the dangerous length of his mighty organ and rammed it forward with all his pent-up lust and bitterness. He had waited a long time to ravish this precious lesbian. He had given her a fucking great orgasm; now she would give him his. He rammed the full throbbing length hard in, sinking it cruelly in to her helplessly exposed vagina, far into her womb, while she was still jerking spasmodically from the effects of her orgasm. He jammed so hard, in his renewed attack, his hairy pelvis met hers for the first time. She bucked in pain and shock this time. Thankfully, the narcotic and vodka gave her some protection against much of the pain, and her own cumming had relaxed her sufficiently to take a little more of that fantastic member that felt like a wrestler's arm inside her. He pulled back and rammed again, his hugely bloated balls slapping wetly against her anus. His wet mouth locked over hers stifled the moans of protest. She received no help from Tiger who was too absorbed in rubbing his own cock with his fist; nor from Hugh sitting boggle-eyed at the exhibition. No one bothered to look through the open door at Billy grinding away at Linda for all his worth, her legs locked over his body, her buttocks plunging up to meet his every thrust.
Jim was giving Jenny long strokes continuously now, filling her wet and slippery passage, withdrawing slowly until the great flange-head met the vagina lips, then with his buttocks tightened, thrusting forward in a quick movement that brought his balls slapping against her anal crack. Thrust after thrust he felt the wonderful tightness of the little-used cunt. In Brisbane he usually satisfied his lust with big-cunted aboriginal whores. This lesbian was as tight as a virgin – and she was taking all of him… though he was forced to ram with all his strength to get his pulsating rod into her. Her arms were snaking round his back, her long nails digging into his flesh. Instead of shrinking away from his outsize shaft, she was starting to grind forward to it, wanting it again. She let him rub his unshaved face over hers as he slobbered his saliva into her mouth.
The sound of his grunts and her stifled moans was now joined by a high-pitched moaning coming from Linda in the sitting room. Jim grunted louder and shoved his tongue down Jenny's throat as in one mighty push he rammed his exploding cock all the way into her soft unresisting cunt. She could feel her insides painfully tearing as the large head of the deeply sunk weapon inflated like a balloon against her cervix, threatening to tear her womb apart. She felt the first great spurt of hot cum shooting searingly into the inflamed walls, burning painfully yet somehow soothingly, too. The muscles of her cunt clasped around the jerking, spewing cock, sucking at it as if to milk out every last drop his testicles could provide. The cavern of her pink quivering passage was drowned in the flood of his fiery liquid.
Sludge-Pump finally stopped grunting like a satiated pig, his heavy body collapsing over hers. Gratefully, she freed her lovely long legs and eased them down, resting her heels between the cheeks of his relaxed buttocks. The burning walls of her cunt, protected from the ordeal by both their fornicating juices, had no restraining effect in her desire which was also increasing as she heard Linda's pleasurable moans of non-stop orgasms and Billy's wild yell as he shot his bolt hard up her insatiable cunt. Christ I feel thirsty, Jenny thought. It's that bloody pot that makes you thirsty. She had no intention of moving to get a drink, however, while that lovely slackening heap of flesh remained in her. It actually felt even better now, certainly less painful, as it lay limp but still huge inside her. She was pleased his stupid head was turned away from her face so she wouldn't have to look at his ugly mug. She listened to Linda and smiled at the incredible transformation from a nymphet to a nympho.
Sludge-Pump slowly withdrew his glistening rod from her livid cunt, bringing with it an amazing quantity of their mixed sticky-white juices. The black hairs that wound round her cunt and covered her pubic mound were soaking wet with sweat and the juices of their sex. Beneath cock and cunt, the spread over the mattress was soaked through. The great bull-necked beast rolled off her, muttering that he wanted a beer. He was satisfied up to a point: he hadn't hurt the lesbian bitch enough. I tried to split her apart and she loved it! Fuck her! Jim thought bitterly.
Jenny's cuntal itch was still aggravatingly teasing her. When Hugh and Tiger went out in search of beer she got up, shut the door, threw the spread off the bed and lay back on the clean white sheets. She had to cum again, she simply had to or she'd go mad.
While one hand dreamily played with her breasts and nipples, the other tenderly felt over the lips of her swollen vagina, her middle finger touching her sensitive twitching clitoris, erect and pulsating with electric nerve ends. With a contented moan she rolled over onto her stomach, her legs flexed apart, her finger skillfully massaging the pulsating center of her sexual delight. She had just been fucked by three men and this new experience had aroused an unquenchable sexuality in her. Pressing her knees into the bed she raised her buttocks slightly so that she could manipulate her clitoris more easily with two fingers. She heard the door open and the slurping of beer as four pairs of eyes peered at her private performance. She didn't see the four naked cocks pointing towards her: she was too absorbed with the glorious feeling of darting pleasure coursing through her. She came quickly to a climax, hanging back deliciously as she momentarily teetered on the edge of release, then rubbing vigorously to bring the white hot juices streaming yet again through her scarlet slit.
Billy got to her first, and he shoved his tongue hard into that inviting crevice, sucking at her juices as she moaned deliriously in the throes of orgasm. Before she was completely finished he threw himself over her lovely long olive-skinned back and jammed his stiff cock into her warm, pulsating cunt. The others laughed drunkenly when she rolled swiftly over, throwing Billy onto the floor. He was about to give her a backhander when Hugh stopped him.
"Careful mate. Let the bitches have a rest. Time we got stuck into a few frosty cans of beer," he said. Linda was staggering across the living room, mumbling that she wanted to go to the bathroom. He steered her towards it and ushered his buddies into the living room.
He mixed two large vodkas and Coke, took them to Jenny, setting them on the bedside table, then settled down to a bout of steady drinking. When Linda staggered back from the bathroom they stopped talking to watch the luscious blonde nymphet go into Jenny's room, shutting the door behind her. They heard the creak of the bed as she sank exhaustedly down beside the lesbian, their arms entwined around each other, their bruised lips gently touching.