Paul Gable - Gang raped virgin

Jack was panting now, still jacking his cock, his fist moving faster and faster.

Janet rolled her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her buttocks at him. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.

"Bitch! Pig! Take a cock, baby, a real man's cock!" Jack shouted, climbing onto the bed.

Janet smiled, her eyes closed tightly as she felt the stabs of his cock against her pussy. Rolling her hips forward and hunching her back, she felt his cockhead slip in, then move around in her cunthole. How easily it slipped into her pussy, just like a greased finger?

Jack steadied himself for a moment, then slipped his fingers down, down until he was again playing with her tits, kneading the flesh, pinching her nipples. Janet loved the sensation of being fucked like a dog, of being degraded by this man and his friends. She wished this could go on all night. She hunched her back against him harder, feeling the full length of his fat prick in her body. She felt his cockhead like a plum on a pole, swirling and rotating around and round inside her.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she whimpered, unable to stop the wild chain of thoughts, the rapid building of her orgasm.

Jack laughed, twisting her nipples viciously, draping himself again over her back and biting down hard on the back of her neck. Janet sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples made every ounce of her tits ache. And those teeth on her neck! The bite made Janet throw her head back. She raised herself up.

"Ugh! Ughhh! Ughh!"

Jack's belly, slapped against hers. That itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass was driving her crazy. Soon she would shame herself again, soon she would cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed, her head rolling from side to side. She clawed at the pillow, driving her shoulders forward. Cum now! Cum now! That's, the only thing she could think of.

Growling like a dog, she felt the whirling knot of lust in her crotch about to explode. The immense blast furnace of chilly heat grew and grew. It was so wonderful hearing her juices squishing between the heavy slaps of his belly against her ass.

"Fuck!" Jack shouted.

With a savage jab, Jack shoved down. A lava-like blast of cum sprayed against her cuntal walls. Janet could feel it, feel that gush of hot jizz spatter in. Gasping, blowing out the breath she had just held, Janet felt her cunt walls crash in orgasm.

The first fuck jolt of her orgasm shattered the girl completely. Her cunt spasmed, wringing tighter at the dick than before. Her hips jerked from side to side as she opened her mouth and screamed out her delight. Oh God, God, this was the most intense cum yet! Her pussy clutched and milked more and more spunk from Jack's swinging balls! Again and again her pussy spasmed, holding tightly onto the fat rod, greedily gumming at the big man's prick until there was nothing left in his balls to shoot out.

"Man, man, real bitchin'… good fuck," Jack whispered, pulling out his cock and slipping it back into his pants.

"Hey, we get some chances now?" Bill asked, ready to mount the panting, whimpering blonde now spread out on the bed.

"It's gettin' late. Time for the little bitch to get home. We don't want her gettin' her mama worried on where she is. That's okay, blondie," Jack said, reaching down and tugging at her hair. "We'll drive you close to your home. The least we can do, right?"

Janet lay on the bed for several minutes, gathering what strength she had. They had done their worst. They had defiled her, dragged her through the gutter and made her love it! She was no better than they – perhaps much worse.

Pushing herself up from the bed, shoving the now-tangled locks of her hair from her face, Janet peered again into the cracked mirror. Whore! It was written all over her face. Whore!

"Come on, bitch, we ain't got all fuckin' day," Jack said, throwing her clothes at her when he returned from the living room.

Would they call her again? Perhaps they had had enough with her. She caught snatches of conversation between Bill and Jack, heard the leader call her nothing better than a sewer right now. Maybe they were right. She was certainly at the bottom of the barrel now.

"Come on!"

It was so hard to dress! Pulling on her blouse and buttoning it, Janet thought about the horror she had just endured. Horror, yes. But she had enjoyed it also, had discovered a part of her that, for better or for worse, just wouldn't go away. Perhaps it would have been better left alone. But now she had to deal with it.

"Come on, bitch, or I'll lay this belt into you!" Jack barked.

Janet smiled. That wouldn't be that bad, would it? She would have to think about that on the way home. Sliding her sandals on and buckling them tightly, she thought of the beating, of the ropes, of that knife, of all the fucking and smiled. A new world. Yes, she was entering a new world, once she found exciting as well as threatening.

Standing up from the bed, feeling a little wobbly, the young girl walked to the bedroom doorway. Perhaps they would call. She must be careful. Unsure of where her sexuality would lead her, Janet nevertheless decided she would follow that path. How could something that felt this good be bad in the end?

"Coming?"

"Coming," Janet said, feeling so much older now!