Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

Suddenly she sensed the bed sag down from a new weight thrusting forward from in front of her. Fingers touched and pulled at her lips, pressuring them slowly open, then she felt a moistness and a strange spongy hardness prodding against her half-open mouth. She opened her eyes and shuddered in horror at the sight of the big pulsating penis that was stabbing into her face. God, it looked at least seven or eight inches long, and it was just about to skewer right into her mouth! She tried to avert her head from the lust-inflamed head, and as she did she saw Pop's evil face leering sadistically down at her, a lewd grin of triumph on his lips.

The old man's legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders and his heavy belly sagged from its own weight against the full length of his hard fleshy instrument. Pop, who could no longer stand to watch Cash's fucking the beautiful young girl dog fashion from behind, lifted her head with the flat palm of one hand and with the other pushed her red, wetly parted lips tighter against his blood-engorged cock. She groaned and wrenched her body in terror, but this only sent the old man into a frenzied sawing motion, and he moved the wildly pulsating cockhead in a slow teasing motion against her tightly pursed lips. Again and again she struggled to get loose, but this only provoked him to greater fury, and he fastened his hands on a stronger grip around her grimacing mouth. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her own teeth. Then from her rear she felt one brutal thrust against her thighs; the momentum wedged her mouth even closer to the tip of Pop's heatedly jerking flesh that was gradually parting her lips bit by bit. She gasped. The hard, sperm-inflated cock slid with only small resistance through her softly moist lips into the wet warm chamber of her young mouth. She could feel the thick turgid head pushing her quivering tongue to one side, and filling her cheeks with its hot fleshy hardness.

Pop began a slow sawing motion, moving his long hard penis down the entire wet length of her tongue and then pulling it slowly out part-way, the fleshy intrusion causing her cheeks to push out as his cock seemed to expand to its farthest limits. His hands inched up her face until they held her a complete and utter captive, his thumbs tensed against the sides of her neck. She struggled mentally, the very helplessness of her position sending pinpricks of agonizing sensation down her back. But it was useless, as Pop quickened his thrusts while Cash fucked into her with all his brutal strength, as though he were trying to meet the head of Pop's cock mid-way within her belly. A rhythm was building up between the thrust and counterthrust of the two heatedly throbbing penises burrowing inside her, and Ellen could feel Pop gradually adjust his pace to the skewering repetition of Cash's hotly pulsating rod inside her gradually accepting cunt; the old man's hard fleshy staff never quite pulled out, but always left a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.

Ellen closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from the obscene vision of Pop's thick, blue-veined penis thrusting through her widespread lips. Her shame and humiliation knew no bounds.

She felt numb to the world as though she were some kind of empty void whose only purpose was to capture the hotly spewing sperm from the two rampaging cocks thrusting into her from both sides of her tortured young body.

"Suck it, Goddam it, suck it," she heard Pop's harsh voice command as if from a great distance… and she instantly obeyed his order. Her hysterical thoughts were stopped short as he rammed the heatedly pulsating rod of flesh in, crushing through her moist, elastic lips into the warm saliva of her mouth. Then, as though another darker side of her being had suddenly been unleashed, she began to feel the return of other sensations – sensations that triumphed over the pain and shame. She found herself testing the hot male fleshiness of Pop's cock. Without volition, her tongue swirled around the lust-swollen head and she found herself pretending it was her fiance's, that she was doing this of her own free will. She tried not to think about this being Pop's and then, masochistically she opened her eyes so she could see his thrusting loins and the soft, gray-haired sac of his testicles bouncing against her chin.

Behind her Cash could sense himself building towards climax. He knew it would come soon, and so he began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his driving hips.

He grasped hard at the warmly-fleshed curve of her waist, kneading the soft resiliency with spasmodic contractions of his fingers and hands. His mouth wrenched and his lips bared back, and he began emitting long gurgling groans from deep within his throat. The sight of Pop's long white cock snaking into the girl's moistly clasping young mouth drove him on to more rapid locomotive-like thrusts that sent his huge member tunneling through the moist pink flanges of her cunt and up into the hollow dampness of her virginal womb. He could see the length of his semen-inflated shaft slide almost completely out of her and then slip effortlessly back in, accompanied by the slap of the hard flesh of his abdomen against the tight-clenched cheeks of her beautiful little ass.

Suddenly he felt what seemed to be a rise of several degrees in the temperature of her vaginal heat, accompanied by an almost imperceptible twitch of her previously passive cuntal walls.

"Damn, damn…" he groaned, then grinned. It was about time the little bitch was getting with it. Christ, for a moment there he thought she was going to remain Miss Frigid Bitch in spite of her obvious earlier enjoyment when he had gone down on her. Even as he was thinking about it, her deeper vaginal muscles suddenly – almost as if they were bashful or she didn't know how to use them – began to massage the long sensitive length of his cock; he could feel the abrupt tugging on the huge swollen head of his penis, as if she were trying to pull him in a bit further. At the same time, he noticed a difference in Pop whose eyes had suddenly closed in rapture. The kneeling girl had raised one hand and cupped the old man's heavily sagging scrotum; she weighed the sac of balls as though evaluating them, then began slowly and lovingly massaging them. Pop's loud groan of pleasure was contrasted by her low mewl of wanton delight.

Without warning, Ellen's wildly milking cuntal walls took control from him; she began a rhythmic pulsation that rubbed and squeezed the entire length of his wetly glistening shaft and made him feel as though his cock was being held in a tightly grasping velvet glove that flexed and unflexed with maddening intensity.

"Oh… Christ!" he shouted, and then his voice was oddly gentle as he said, "come on, baby. Cum… cum with me. You can… cum on… cum on… cum on…"

As he plunged his rapidly ballooning cock into her from behind he could feel the sac of his sperm-laden balls tighten and slap against the smooth crevice between her legs, sending lewd surges of pleasure up his hot distended shaft. He worked demon-like over her, his eyes coursing up her nakedly arched body until they came to rest on her tightly compressed lips ovalled around the long thick penis of the old man in front. Damn, the hot little bitch was sucking Pop's cock as though she couldn't get enough of it, bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth while soft mewls of pleasure erupted obscenely from her throat.

Ellen worked in a daze trying to please both men – no longer afraid of them – only wanting the build up of pleasure in her own heated loins to continue. She wetly clasped her lips in an elastic ring around the jerking instrument and eagerly swirled her tongue around the throbbing head. Now there were only three things that existed in this world of torture, total humiliation and wild sensation; the two powerfully pulsating cocks ramming into her, and her own electrifying discovery that deep within her womb Cash's heated shaft of lust was bringing a new and totally different sensation – a sensation that promised fulfillment for the first time in her life.