Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

With a wanton eagerness that surprised all three convicts, she began trying with all her might to bring the two hotly pulsating rods to a final raging climax that would once and for all quench their insatiable desires… and her own. Pop groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with crude pleasure the wetly ovalled lips straining at his saliva-gleaming cock as though it were a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a starving child. God!

The old man was pushing his cock into her tightly stretched mouth as though he were a madman, and suddenly the young girl felt a new pressure assault her breasts. Vito, unable to hold himself back any longer, began kneading and cupping his hands against her dancing white orbs that hung beneath her lewdly writhing torso. Almost tentatively at first, and then with a vicious pressure, he clasped the tenderly erect nipples so tightly that periodically her mind was jerked from the ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.

Ellen's lips puckered and drew more voraciously at the gigantic rubbery instrument thrust between her lips. She licked and sucked like a madwoman at the wildly throbbing head embedded in her mouth; her tongue was covered with a silky saliva that intermingled with the small emission of warm pre-ejaculate that seeped from the end of the old man's cock into the warm moist depths of her throat. She could feel his hips begin an undulating movement as he raised his wildly thrusting buttocks towards her face and, instinctively knowing what he wanted – what was about to happen – she found herself bobbing her head down to meet his smooth thrusts, clasping and unclasping her wet young lips over the hotly swollen head until she had sucked it deep inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. The old man's thick fingers moved sensually up and tangled with her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the rubbery intrusion as though it were another wet little cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his incredible lust. His cock was growing, its size seemed to increase with each swipe of her tongue against the sensitive underside, and for some reason this seemed to incite her to suck harder. The young blonde groaned in abandon as the hard length wormed forward, its tip striking softly at her tonsils as though it were trying to plunge into her stomach and meet the other ravishing instrument that was snaking into her gratefully receiving vagina from behind.

There was utterly nothing now, nothing but her desire to please these two pleasure-giving men any way she could… and bring that vaguely promised fulfillment to her own love-starved loins. Although she hated herself and her traitorous body, her previous inhibitions and morality could not override the intense emotional and physical storm that was devastating her young body. One part of her exulted – that part in command of her muscles and body. The other part consisted of the shrill silent screams of outrage and protest coming from her mind at what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Her mind told her that she had never been so completely soiled and humiliated in her whole life. And above all her own recriminations, she wanted to shriek in ecstasy, "Fuck me… fuck me!" for her volatile cunt had suddenly ignited, and she could feel every wonderful thrust of Cash's hot marauding cock stroking blissfully in and pulling thrillingly out of her wetly clasping femaledom.

She sucked to please… she fucked to please… and she hoped they would continue their wild battering of her body forever.

The old man in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his wildly jerking cock deep down into her gasping throat. She tried to breathe but she was smothered by the press of his stomach against her face, and suddenly her tortured gasping was cut short by the eruption of his madly throbbing penis inside her warm sucking mouth. Strange incoherent sounds rolled from his sputtering lips while at the same time his long thick cock spewed forth its hot whiteness, exploding like a roman candle, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, hungrily now, her voraciously milking lips clasping and unclasping in response to each spurt of the burst-open cudgel. She wantonly drank the thickly heated essence of his manhood for what seemed to be an eternity.

The naked young blonde could feel every part of her abandonedly writhing body more alive and more sensitive than it had ever been before in her life. She smelled his maledom, swallowed his maledom… was aware of his hot cum sliding like warm custard down the back of her gulping throat to sink into her belly… and once in her belly, she felt its warmth rippling outward in ever larger waves until they met and mingled with the waves of pure sensation surging up with ever greater intensity from her wildly twitching vagina.

Now nothing was gentle anymore, nor did she want it to be. There was a frightening maelstrom of erotic sensation churning in the pit of her belly; it was swirling, swirling… like an incipient cyclone. She felt its awesome growth, welcomed it… pleaded silently with it to sweep over her.

And then Cash, fucking furiously into her kneeling young body, crooned with surprising gentleness again, "Cum on… cum on… let go, baby… and cum. Let's cum together… cum together… now… now… now! Oh… Ahhhh???? God!"

Ellen felt the convict begin his last pile-driving movements from behind her. These were new and terribly urgent thrusts that she had no way of comprehending, neither with body or mind, and they came in blasting, ass-crushing bursts that shoved his iron-hard cock as far as it could go deep up inside the fartherest recesses of her trembling belly.

"Aaaaagggh, God! I'm cummmm-iiiinnnngggg," he yelled, and then his bared-back animal-like lips sputtered out lewd oaths and vile incantations as his geyser of heated sperm spurted hotly into the spasmodically sucking walls of her flaming vaginal passage and inundated the waiting void of her womb.

And with the first hot spewing of his cum into her vagina, Ellen felt the storm sweep over her own body and she was jerking and convulsing, biting down so hard on Pop's flaccid cock still in her mouth that the old man screamed in pain – a cry of protest that was drowned out by her shrill cry of exaltation, "I'm… I'm cummmmm-iiiiinnnggg too! Aahh… ah… aiiiiiieeeeee!"

The rapture of the moment caught her naked young body and stroked it with fiery arrows of pure sensation, and she rejoiced in her fulfillment, her moment of ecstasy. Instinctively, even as it was happening, she knew that never again would she have an orgasm quite like this one that had been compounded of shame and pain and brutality and fear… and a certain gentleness. It was rape, of course… and yet some small quiet voice passed down through the millenniums of female knowledge told her that this was really what it was all about. This was the subduing, the subjugation… the capture and defeat, the sacking of a city or a nation to get at its women. Swords of flexible steel in the bellies of their men, the swords of rigid flesh into the bellies of the females. That was it… that was history.

Wave after wave of ecstatic rapture washed shudderingly over her body, and she was barely conscious of Cash's slowly deflating penis inside her still wildly quivering womb. And then, when the last tidal wave, the last powerful gust had racked her body, she began weeping quietly… not knowing the exact reason – not sure whether it was because she had been physically hurt and mentally shamed… or whether in lament for the passing of her orgasm, the death of that beautiful moment which would never again return.

Now there was no movement, nothing except the loud rush of breathing from the three sprawled-out figures on the mattress and the beat of her own heart whose pounding seemed to crash into her throat. Ellen lolled her head to the side and caught a last image of Vito standing above her masturbating by the side of the mattress, his lips convulsing insanely as he too approached climax. There was a shuffle of bodies, as Cash slid from on top of her and heaved in total exhaustion onto the floor while Pop pulled his legs from beneath Ellen's head and turned his body to the wall.