Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

"I like it. I like it," Ellen groaned rapidly, reaching up desperately and trying to pull his hands off of her.

"You can do better than that, bitch," he grunted and chuckled. "What is it that ya like… no, you love so much?" he spat.

"I love… your… penis. I love… your penis. I love your penis," Ellen's voice wailed loudly until all the men broke into lewd laughter.

"And what do ya want me to do with it?" he laughed so hard that the eagerly throbbing cock waved furiously in the air.

"I want you to fuck me," she screamed, her words seeming to reverberate through the entire warehouse.

"Jesus, Cash, you better keep her quiet," Pop said nervously, peering toward the door where Billy had disappeared.

Cash released her hair and Ellen slumped to a mass of helplessly quivering flesh on the mattress. She sobbed and rolled over on her stomach, every inch of her body throbbing with pain from the tips of her toes to her scalp. Vito and Pop paced anxiously back and forth like caged animals just before feeding time, studying her now totally submissive form with increasing desire and impatience.

"Let's get on with it," Pop pleaded.

"Yeah," Vito said angrily to Cash. "You want to take all night just 'cause you're the first. By the time you get done there'll be nothin' for the rest of us."

"You ain't gettin' nothin' anyway, if I remember correct," Cash barked at Vito as he finally slumped down onto the bed on his knees. The muscular blonde convict waited a moment, his long hard cock quivering over her back, as though trying to decide which luscious entrance he wanted to prod into first, but then he swung suddenly over her rounded buttocks and kicked her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender inner sides of her thighs.

"Hold her til I get it in," he commanded imperiously to the other men who he thought had been trying to order him around, to rush him when he finally had this ripe young cunt spread pliantly underneath him. Dammit! He had won her fair and square, and she was his to fuck… and he meant to take the whole night to do it if he wanted to. But he looked down at Ellen's pose of total acceptance and submission, and his voice stilled. Her eyes were closed and she panted softly, causing his massively erect cock to ache as it had never ached before in his life. Suddenly he fell onto her back, his face pressed into the soft clean odor of her hair that shimmered like gold under the overhanging lamp.

Ellen stiffened as his hands fell onto her nakedly slumped shoulders and stroked down her arms to the rounded softness of the curve of her buttocks, coming to rest once again on her firm full thighs. His palms opened across the trembling white flesh at the tops of them and then, suddenly, he shoved. Ellen squealed and squirmed with all her might, but it was hopeless. She let out a long low moan of pain, and her feet slipped over either side of the mattress, straining her leg muscles to their farthest limits. Her whole body frantically jerked in terror as she felt his hotly throbbing cock make contact with the tender backside of her thigh, trailing a sticky path of lubricant over her leg as it slithered its way up to her buttocks. Cash pulled back the heavy foreskin and laid his rigidly thick shaft in the long crevice between her smooth white buttocks, her terrified squirming and pleading increasing his mounting lust to the utmost.

"Get up on your knees," his hoarse voice burned through her hair.

Ellen disobeyed silently, grinding her belly down into the mattress and tightly clenching her ass cheeks together. His huge hot cock, wedged between the pliant mounds, jerked and she heard the convict gasp in delight, but she knew that when she was up on her knees he would have total access to her.

A hand jerked at her long blonde hair, as though it meant to rip her blonde tresses from her already searing scalp, and another pair of hands reached for her foot and bent it backwards from the tiny ankle. Ellen tried to scream, but found she could not. She tried to breathe but once again found it was impossible and her whole body went immediately limp under the stifling hand that Cash had forced over her mouth. The hand released her and Ellen sagged onto the bed, gasping desperately for the air racing into her tortured lungs with welcome relief. She gulped frantically as though she expected never to breathe again, hardly conscious of the brutal hands that raised her onto her knees and uplifted her nakedly quivering buttocks. By the time she had recovered her breath, she found herself with her face shoved into the mattress, her thighs spread wide-apart, behind her, and her full firm buttocks waving salaciously in the air. She tried to fling her legs out behind her to flatten herself out again, but angry hands kept her feet in place while Cash forced her face brutally deep into the mattress.

The young girl ceased her struggles and went completely limp, sobbing in frustration and fear… It was all useless, she knew, since she would have to submit to them in the end anyway. Her further struggles would only provide more opportunities for these vile beasts to torture and humiliate her body, for it was a helpless toy that they would use as they wanted in their animalistic search for satisfaction… a satisfaction that would only cease when they had pumped their lewd liquid desire into her tormented and defenseless body which was past all caring and resistance.

Cash leaned down and cupped Ellen's softly resilient buttocks in his grasping hands, his hungry eyes flickering with inflamed desire as they coursed over her smoothly upraised form, and his head reeling with the growing almost uncontrollable excitement. His balls tingled and his cock ached with the impulse to thrust his hotly throbbing hardness into her tender young flesh at this very moment. He didn't think he could stand to wait another second before he spewed into her all the lewdly heated passion that had been building in his body throughout the long night.

But he did!

The stocky convict drew back and sat patiently for a moment on the backs of her warmly fleshed calves, feeling his desire-swollen balls tingling as they nestled softly between them. He had worked all night to get her into this position of pliant submission, but there was one thing more he wanted, and he would wait for it as long as he needed to – even if the waiting drove him crazy. He wanted her to need and desire him as much as he needed her, to forget who she was and how it had happened to her, to forget everything except her own uncontrollable need for him to thrust his long warmly throbbing cock into her tight little cunt. This beautiful blonde bitch was everything he had ever dreamed of and desired, and he knew he would never be totally satiated until he felt her flinging her passion-wracked form back against his own lust-driven body, losing all control of herself. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.

Dammit! That moistly puckering pussy was going to climb up his thick pulsing cock with every nerve and sinew of her cunt contracting and sucking, pleading for his white hot cum to spurt into her.

For a few more torturing minutes he guided his impatiently jerking cock up and down the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her tender flesh until it was poised between the smoothly moistured pink flanges of her vagina. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling this helpless little bitch on his aching hardness, but his desire to have her begging and pleading for it helped him to hold back. Instead, he bent forward and rubbed his fingers over her back, drawing his hands down to her warm young buttocks and gently kneading and cupping the nakedly white flesh, delighting in her groaning that ceased momentarily in surprise.

He drew back further on her legs, his head reeling with the cleverness of his approach, and let his erectly throbbing hardness trail slowly back down her sleek inner thighs. She seemed to cease breathing for a moment in tortured suspense and then trembled hopefully at his gentleness when he leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine. She stiffened again when his tongue etched a searing path down the tightly clenched crevice of her ass, but Pop and Vito held her so tightly that for the moment her futile protest didn't matter.