Paul Gable - Mom and her dog

"Oh!"

Traci's mouth opened with surprise when she felt her shorts slide down her legs, over her ankles, finally off her toes. She was stark naked, her pussy stripped of any protection. She was frozen with horror, lying there helpless under this big man while he fumbled with his Levi's. She heard the metallic sound of the zipper tab sliding down the teeth. Ron sighed as he fumbled some more. Then Traci felt his cock – large, hot and hard – pressing against her left inner thigh. He was dry fucking her, humping his ass up and down while rubbing his cock against her warm flesh. She shivered, feeling the precum leaking from his piss-slit and wetting down her skin. He was close, oh, so close to fucking her.

"Ohhhhh!"

Ron's cock pushed into the groove running between her thighs and legs. His balls rested against her cunt mound. The men were breathing heavily around the two of them. Opening her eyes, she saw both Joe and Rick had their cocks out, rubbing their fingers up and down those long, thickly veined stalks while watching what their buddy was doing.

Ron let go of her hair at last. With both hands he held her shoulders down, pressing his knees harder against the insides of hers.

"Bring 'em up," Ron said.

"Poor little girl," Rick mocked. "You look a little uncomfortable, baby. Maybe you'd want to be home with that little wimp we saw you with last time. Man, when he fucks you, bet you don't even feel him stickin' it in. That ain't gonna happen with us."

Their words excited her, stimulated Traci in a way she would have thought impossible up to this second. She was breathing as heavily as Ron, almost to the point of running out of breath.

"Tits. Nice, nice tits," Ron murmured.

To her near disbelief Traci raised herself somewhat so the biker could work his hands behind her shoulders and tear at the halter strap. It gave with little resistance. In an instant Traci was stripped completely, her white flesh gleaming in the semi-darkness.

Ron wasn't one to insist on foreplay. With no warning he jammed one hand between her thighs, rubbing where his cock had been pressing. She felt him smearing his cock juice all over her thighs, her legs, her belly. He was exciting her, turning her on. Traci felt sick at herself, sick for wanting this animal as badly as he wanted her. Instead of clawing his face she wanted to hold onto him, rake his back with her fingernails while she scissored her legs around him and begged for cock. Instead the young, blonde teen managed to keep her ass quiet while he toyed with her cunt.

"Oh please, please don't hurt me," Traci said in a tiny voice.

"Look at that pretty little cunt," Ron said, pulling away from her again while trailing his fingertips around the outer edges of her pussy. He smiled, watching the sensitive muscles cramp, forcing the outer cuntlips to pucker in. He knew she was hot, knew she was wanting that cock now throbbing against her right leg. "Seems a shame to let it go," he whispered, raising one finger to his nose and sniffing it. "Good, hot cuntjuice. She's ready, man, ready to get down and fuck," Ron said, raising it up to Joe, then Rick. The men narrowed their eyes, nodding while jerking their cocks hotter. The smell of her juicing cunt was making them all frantic.

Ron dropped his hand down to her cunt again and tugged at her short, wiry blonde pussy hairs. She screamed with pain, her legs jerking out. No one passing by heard. The girl was hysterical with fear. Getting raped was one terrible thing. But this, this kind of torture was going to be an ordeal few encountered and – she feared – few survived well.

Traci's mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening to her. She could feel the greasy concrete hurting her back and shoulders while Ron's hands were running all over her naked body. He was hurting her, pinching her flesh, pulling out more cunthairs and laughing as she jerked her legs out and screamed in pain. Once he threatened to slap her when she tried wiggling away from him. He was playing terrible games with her, teasing her cringing flesh, painfully kneading her white skin into tight little balls, then clenching them in his rough fists. He grabbed at her soft inner thighs, tugging at them while dropping his face down to hers.

"Ughhhh!"

It was disgusting! He was driving that long, slippery tongue into her mouth, down into her throat, making her cheeks bulge out because of it. His spit oozed down into her gut while he tongued her, still grabbing at her cunt. Every tooth in her head throbbed as she tried fighting back, spearing her tongue into his mouth. Oddly enough this oral interplay had its exciting side to it as well. Traci felt her cunt muscles tightening up, spasming while the two of them fenced with their tongues.

"Stop this!" she shouted.

"Rick," Ron called to one of his bike buddies. "Come on, get down here and shut this one up."

The big red-head knew what his buddy wanted. Grinning from ear to ear, he shoved his pants down to his ankles, scratching his balls, then dropping to the floor. Looking up, Traci saw his eight-inch prick dangling inches in front of her nose. She could smell the sour odor coming from his unwashed crotch. Wrinkling her nose, the girl tried turning her head away.

"Just a sec, baby," Rick said, grabbing her hair and raising her head up to his lap. He was shoving her nose against his cock making her inhale the disgusting stench coming from there. The wiry cockhairs tickled the insides of her nostrils. She could feel his prick rubbing against her chin. What in God's name was he going to do with her? Then she remembered Ron's command to "shut 'er up." Oh God, were they going to make her suck his cock? She'd heard about that from other girls at school. They said it was the best way to get a man off and keep from getting pregnant. But when she heard about how some of the girls drank that white jizz and actually enjoyed it, Traci shook her head in disbelief. It sounded sick and perverted.

"No, no, no!"

Traci twisted her body frantically, her naked tits jiggling like pudding. Rick's balls brushed over her cheeks while his cock rubbed against her eyelids. It was terrible. The more she struggled the more she seemed to play into their hands. Now her nose flattened against his hairy balls. His cock was rubbing over her scalp now, the balls resting on the bridge of her nose. When she gasped for air, the girl could smell that sour, hot, male odor. And besides making her terrified it was triggering her into heat as well, something that Traci couldn't understand. That tightened cunt of hers was beginning to buckle, throb as intensely as Rick's and Ron's cocks. No, no, she had to fight off this terrible feeling. It was wrong for this to be happening to her. She couldn't let herself actually enjoy this horrible rape. How could she face herself? No, if she couldn't fight them off she had to fight down her own feelings. Where were her fine resolves to remain a piece of wood? She had told herself that again and again, praying to God for strength not to feel anything. But quickly her pussy was heating up, tightening, throbbing, juicing while the men put her through terrible paces.

Traci shivered when she felt something slick and warm against the side of her face. Oh, it had to be his pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit. At sex education class Traci learned that a man's cock lubricated itself for fucking just as a woman's cunt juiced so that it could take a cock much more easily. But now the thought of that juicing cock rubbing against her cheeks sickened her. She tried moving her face from it. But Rick clamped his hand against the back of her head, shoving her face even harder against his cock. It was difficult for the girl to breathe! She groaned, stiffening her body while twisting as best she could from side to side.