Paul Gable - Mom and her dog

"See how she likes this," Ron muttered.

She felt the biker move his fingers up to her clit, take the tiny, slippery, sex handle between his thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard. The result was as if someone had touched her pussy with a live electrical wire. Opening her mouth, Traci let out another long, loud wail while her legs shot apart and her tits danced. Rick grabbed a handful of her hair a third time and braced himself, hunching down and driving his cock all the way in her throat.

This time the girl didn't fight back. Relaxing as best she could, Traci sucked in his prick, breathing in around the sides of the plunging rod. Her cheeks puffed out while her mouth became coated with the strange-tasting, bleachy cum.

"Mmmhhhffff!" she cried, feeling the finger in her pussy suddenly slip out. It made the girl gasp. Suddenly, she felt abandoned, empty. It was a terrible thing to think. Then she realized he was going to fuck her with that long prick she'd spotted earlier. Traci gurgled happily, wriggling her tongue over the narrow ridge running the full length of Rick's cock as he instructed her to.

"Keep her steady, Rick. I don't want to have her wriggling me out," Ron instructed.

Traci lay quietly as Rick fucked her mouth, his balls flattening against her upturned chin. Trying to keep still, however, wasn't easy when her pussy was so excited. She felt the inner cuntlips being forced apart as the pressure of Ron's cock became greater. He was edging his knees against her ass, keeping his face away from Rick's chest while his cock wormed deeper and deeper into her hole. The rubber-like rim of her pussy shrank protectively in an attempt to fight the powerful cock invading her. It was a natural reaction, one that the girl hadn't learned yet to overcome. Ron's cock bent at the center. He slapped her ass with one hand, telling her to relax or he was going to tear her apart with his cock.

Traci whimpered and did what she could to relax the tightening muscle. It worked! Letting out a long, low moan the girl felt his cock slide down, down into her pussy, making soft gurgling sounds.

Ron shoved down again, the girl's moans becoming louder and stronger. Traci shivered as the mass of cockmeat started working its way into her. Her legs kicked out again on either side, nearly hitting Joe who had crept up to watch the girl's final humiliation.

"Aggghhhh!" Traci cried, twisting her body like a snake.

"Man, she's good. She's fuckin' good. I'm gonna shoot if she keeps it up like that," Rick said.

His face was red and tight while he bounced up and down. His cock slipped in and out between her full, red lips, wet with spit. His balls were tightening against the fat root of his cock while jizz boiled out of them and packed down hard in the center of his prick. The young biker was losing control fast. Traci tasted more and more of his jizz that oozed from his cock, coating her throat and mouth with a bleachy tasting grease.

"Man, can't… get all the way… in…"

Ron was having trouble. Her eagerness, her fear had made her pussy contract suddenly. He drew back, feeling the wet, elastic walls close behind his retreating cockhead. Then taking in a deep breath and tightening his muscles, the biker shoved down and in again.

Traci arched her back, her body resting now only on her shoulder blades and upper ass. She felt as if she were being skewered all the way up to her chest. The giant cock lodged inside her felt immense. It was as if it were going to tear out all her organs. The girl couldn't believe her body could take that much meat and still remain in one piece.

"Shit!"

It was Rick, trembling violently, his face turning ashen as he threw his head back and grabbed the sides of her head. Traci felt something very sour and thick filling her mouth suddenly. He was cumming, shooting his jizz hot and heavy into her mouth. She gagged, tried to take all the white spunk spattering against her throat. Coughing, gagging, nearly vomiting, Traci somehow managed to stay conscious while the biker filled her mouth and throat. When he drew out his cock, the girl turned her head and spat out the mixture of cum and spit.

"Yeah, you got a taste of what's to come, right, baby?" Ron said.

"Unnghhh!" Traci was weak, humiliated, degraded. She was ready for anything all right. They had degraded her sufficiently, taken away her will. Weakly, she whimpered as Ron continued pounding away.

"You think both of us can fuck her at the same time?" Joe asked, stepping out of his Levi's and getting down to the floor.

Ron had pulled her over on her side, still keeping his hard hunk of cockmeat embedded in her pussyhole.

"Sure, man, she wants cock. She's so fuckin' hot she ain't gonna complain if you fuck her in the ass while I take care of her cunt," Ron said, his speech strained as he kept feeding the girl his prick.

Traci half heard what the men were talking about. Ron had purposely taken her up to orgasm, then backed off, keeping his cock from touching her slick, rounded tit until she was calm enough to bring up to orgasm again. How wonderful this brutal fucking was now. Traci didn't mind the foul words, the pawing, even the foul sounds. They blended into some kind of powerful aphrodisiac that made her want more and more of the biker's cock. As she writhed helplessly under him, loving and yet hating the pressure of his hot cock, Traci flexed her cuntmuscles tightly, actually increasing the fucking sensations driving her half mad. Her asscheeks squeaked across the concrete floor, wet from her own sweat and cuntjuice. The flesh covering her thighs tightened each time Ron slipped her more of his cockmeat, twisting his thighs so his cock revolved in her cunt.

"God, good God!" Traci cried as Ron's hands crawled up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly under that rough caress. She loved watching him fuck her, feeling his fingers pinch her nipples while his cockmeat pounded harder and harder.

"Yeah, this is gonna be real good. Hope she can take my cock, though," Joe said, spitting on his hands and rubbing saliva all over his prick.

Only now did the girl realize what was going on. They were going to double fuck her! Traci tried pulling back, knowing Joe was going to try to pierce her asshole. No, no, that couldn't be done. Queers did that kind of thing. But they had practice, used grease or something to loosen up and get fucked.

"No!"

Joe slipped down, holding her by the horns of her hips while licking his tongue down her curling back. She shivered, feeling his slick tongue wetting her flesh, then moving down, down into her asscrack. He was licking her fleshy asscheeks, watching them flex and tighten. Joe growled, sloshing his tongue down her crack, pulling her asscheeks farther apart, moving down a little. Oh, he was licking at the wrinkled gray-pink flesh of her asshole, actually trying to stick that thing into her ass. Traci's eyes widened while she tried moving her ass away from him. No good! She was only impaling her cunt onto Ron's cock more and more.

"Gotta get it ready," Joe said, moving one hand up to her spit-slicked asshole and shoving in tile forefinger up to the second joint.

Traci screamed, her eyelids fluttering. Strange, hot flashes shot to her clit, making the tiny organ throb wildly. What on earth was happening to her? Her body was reacting powerfully to this asshole violation. Joe was reaming out her asshole, licking all around his probing finger while sucking hard. No one had ever suggested she do this. Never in the privacy of her bedroom had Traci even toyed with her asshole let alone shoved anything in it. That was why the girl was surprised when her cunt snapped tightly against Ron's fucking cock.

"Man, she's goin' for it. I didn't think she would, but she's goin' for it," Ron commented.