Paul Gable - Gang raped virgin

"Ummmmm!" he groaned into her mouth.

Reaching up, he grabbed her long hair and tugged on it, running the tip of his tongue along the ridges of her teeth.

"You… you're hurting me."

"That's the idea, bitch, that's the idea," Bill whispered.

Still tugging at her hair with one hand, he slipped the other under her buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded, firm asscheeks increased the lust that had built up inside her pussy earlier.

"Unnnnnnn!"

That delicious fire, that flame she didn't understand before, was burning again, licking at the base of her clit, making that tiny sex center sputter with electricity. Janet twisted around on the table, tasting the big man's saliva running down her throat. His fingers, the way they touched her ass, kneaded the flesh, roamed freely around and edged toward her asscrack, made her cunt bum wildly with sexual fire. She loved this, wanted more of it. She knew she would come, knew in her heart, because this kind of treatment was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body knew nothing about bad men, about bikers, thugs like Jack and his friends. All it knew about was the erotic sensations that seemed to be associated with the pain she was enduring.

He was going to do it, he was going to fuck her. After all that pain, after all that humiliation, he was going to fuck her, drive that long skinny cock dangling between his legs into her cunt. The thought of being fucked again made Janet whip her thighs faster and faster from side to side, tugging at the ropes.

"Ohhhhh!"

The pressure of those awful screws made the girl flush with more lust than before. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew a dick as big as the one hanging between Bill's legs would satisfy her wild need. There would be pain from taking something like that in her pussy, but the pain would make it all that much more exciting. Her orgasm would be harder, greater than before.

"Now, baby, now!"

She felt Bill edging up to her, felt his knees shoving up against her buttocks. He was sinking his cock into her, shoving his dickhead hard against her cuntlips. He was fucking her, shoving that long thing into her pussy.

Janet arched her back, her shoulders wallowing against the smooth Formica top. Above her she could feel the stud shivering with lust, his lean body jerking, twitching as if someone had stabbed him. More dickmeat was sliding in, splitting her in half!

Janet cried out, digging her fingernails harder into her palms. She wanted to move, to jerk her thighs from side to side to increase the sensation of being fucked, of really being skewered by his long hard prick!

Bill's cock was halfway in now. He began moving his hips in a rotary motion, stirring his cock around inside her pussy like a giant spoon.

Janet thought she was coming unglued. She rolled her head from side to side, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide and glazed while strands of blonde hair clung to her cheeks. She was making odd gurgling sounds, sounding as if she were drowning, while her ass pranced madly for more dick. Cock, dick! She wanted, needed more stimulation, more meat in her hole!

But still Janet couldn't bring herself to ask for it. That was too much, far too much for them to ask of her. She couldn't let them know completely what kind of slut she had been turned into.

"Yeah, baby, you're beautiful, really beautiful. You're the hottest thing between my legs I've ever had, I think," Bill whispered, kissing her throat, her mouth, her eyes.

Janet shuddered, feeling his fingers travel over her body. He pinched her sore nipples, then used the flat of his palm to massage her clit. He told her and the others he could feel the heat coming from where Jack's belt had slammed against her cunt again and again.

Janet looked at the young man, then turned her head and stared at Jack. Hate filled her mind. She hated and loathed these men beyond belief. And yet their kisses, theirs touches aroused her, made her so hot she could hardly stand it? Body and mind seemed to have been divided. Or perhaps more accurately her mind was punishing her body for enjoying this degrading episode. Yes, that was it! She deserved every bit of pain because her body loved everything that was happening to her. She wanted to have this cruel animal fuck her and dump his load of jizz into her pussy. The thought of having him fuck her to punish her made. Janet's groan with renewed delight and lust.

"Oh no, baby, I ain't gonna cum that fast," Bill said, noticing the way she was moving her thighs from side to side, jerking her hands up, trying to grab hold of him. He knew she was close to climax, close to cutting loose. He had waited too long to let this opportunity slip by quickly.

"Fuck, fuck!"

There, she had said it, admitted her feelings to these men! The ceiling hadn't crashed down on her! Hell hadn't risen up to swallow her up. Fucking! That's what she was doing, what she loved to do, wanted to do!

"No, don't!"

And then he was pulling out his prick, slipping his long cock out. Janet wriggled ha body in protest, clutching her pussy muscle together, trying to grab at the retreating dick. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna drag this thing out, baby, really drag it out," Bill whispered, crawling on top of her. Janet stared up at him, stared at his hairy, hanging balls that nearly touched her chest. He was squatting over her, playing with his cock, looking as if he were about to take a shit on her belly. Janet's cunt was overheated. She could feel her cuntwalls buckling with sexual heat, clutching together, while the big stud played with his cock over her tits.

"Nice."

Bill slid up a little farther, his knees touching her armpits. In a moment his buttocks were pressing against her tits as his cock dangled over her face.

"Have a good look at it, baby. Remember, remember when I tried shoving it down your fuckin' mouth the last time? Remember?"

Janet remembered, remembered it well. She could remember dreaming about it at home, thinking about it at school while the teacher droned on about one thing or other in class. Cock, dick. They had ruined her for life, destroyed her with that one horrible episode, turning her into a sex machine, a slut who could only think of cockmeat and nothing else!

"No, no, no!"

"Sure you do. Come on, take a swallow."

She felt him slip his hands behind her head, felt his knees cushioning her ears as he pressed fingers against her jaw and forced her mouth open.

Janet gagged, tasting that bleachy, familiar flavor of his cum. She knew what it felt like to be fucked in the mouth. She had denied it only to make him force his cock into her. She enjoyed that, enjoyed being forced, being raped in the cunt, in the mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bill moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. His hips were working now, sliding back and forth, sawing his dick in and out of her dick hungry mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

Frothy drool oozed from the corners of her stretched lips, dribbling down her chin and wetting the tabletop. Each time Bill shoved his cock in, her cheeks puffed out, her breath coming in short, frantic pants. At times Janet thought she was going to pass put from lack of air. She jerked her head from side to side, sucking in oxygen through her flared nostrils with a wheezing sound.

"Man, I think I wanna crawl into that mouth when I get a chance to fuck 'er," Greig said, watching in fascination as Bill kept fucking Janet.

Janet kept protesting, knowing that the men wanted to hear her cries, her screams. Looking up again, she saw that wolf-like stare in Bill's eyes, the same stare she'd seen in Jack's. They sought out women like her, needed women like her. She was one of their kind, a woman who enjoyed being tamed, mastered, but who still revolted only to be mastered again. Janet had no idea why she was like this, why she was so different from other girls. But there it was and she had to live with it.