Duncan Fox: Spread wide and tied

"Have you got a rubber?" she asked frantically, fearfully.

"In my wallet, in my jacket," Gary panted.

"Get it," she urged. "Hurry!"

For a horrifying moment, he abandoned her. He groped for his jacket in the back seat. There was a crinkly sound, a soft sound, and then he was back. "Here," he grunted, handing the rolled rubber to her. He was going to make her put it on him!

Clinging to the tattered remnants of her lust, she fumbled with the thin latex. It wasn't the first time she had handled one; a girl friend had had some at a slumber party once. She managed to get it over the tip of his dick. As she rolled the thin sheath down over his pecker her lust came back full force. The rubber was slimy with lubricant.

With a soft moan, she lay back on the front seat. She writhed, got one leg up on the back of it. She was abandoning herself to him. She was a helpless pawn in the grip of their combined desire.

She was aware of him leaning forward over her. He looked down as he bent his cock toward her nest. She felt his dick touch her bush, nuzzle along her slit. He missed the mark. Whimpering, she reached down, improved his aim. Then he leaned into her. There was a stinging, tearing sensation, and suddenly she was jammed full, and a cry was driven out of her. It was as if his cock had pistoned the air out of her lungs.

He stroked in her, quick and hard. His fingers clutched her breasts with bruising force. Her thighs ached as he forced them apart, pounded their insides. Her cunt was burning with pain and pleasure.

Then she felt his tower lurching in her twat and knew he was cumming. She wondered if she was. If she was, if this was all there was to it, she didn't see what all the fuss was about. It couldn't be. There had to be more to it than this. There just had to be. His pecker ceased its pumping and began to shrink. Maybe it was the rubber; she hadn't actually felt his spunk spatter inside her. Maybe that was it. She clutched him to her as his cock retreated from her depths.

"We did it again that night," Clara concluded, returning to the present and Grant's apartment. "It was a little better, but not much."

"What about you, Lois? What was your first time like?" Grant asked.

"I was raped," Lois announced in hr soft, breathy voice. Instantly, she had everyone's full attention.

"I'm not sure that counts," Clara mused, befuddled by the wine and pot. She and Wil snuggled together comfortably.

"Oh, but it does," Lois answered, wide-eyed. She was still sitting cross-legged.

Clara wasn't sure she wanted to hear about it. Rape had a fear, and a fascination for her. She sought refuge in a lungful of pot smoke.

"Tell us about it," Grant urged.

"Yeah, come on. You promised," Wil said.

Clara let her mind drift as Lois began her tale.

There was a hot itch in her gut. Such feelings were forbidden by her strict family. It was a hot, summer Sunday. She was dressed, as her religious father insisted, in white shirt, white shorts, white sneakers, and white athletic socks. The only thing that wasn't pure and innocent was something he could do nothing about: the impressive jut of her bust.

"You really want to join?" the boy eyeing her asked. The cigarette between his lips drooped. He blinked smoke tears out of his eyes, then suppressed a couch.

"Uh-huh! I do," she answered.

"Aw, come on Jake," another boy snorted. "Leave her here, for Pete's sake."

"Naw, wait a minute!" Jake said. He was looking at her in a way that made the funny hot itch in her crotch worse.

Charlie, a redhead, snickered and began cleaning his fingernails with his pocket knife. "Maybe she'd like to join in a circle jerk."

"Sure," Lois agreed, not knowing what it was, but willing to do anything to get in with them. She really liked Jake. But he never paid any attention to her. Unless she was dressed in a certain way, that was.

Her answer brought a guffaw from everyone but Jake. He stood there with a calculating smile on his lips, and studied her.

Jake waved his hand at the others, commanded silence. "What the hell, guys. She wants to be in the circle jerk, why shouldn't she be in the circle jerk?"

"She's a girl," one of the others pointed out.

"We use pictures of girls," Jake said mysteriously. "Why shouldn't we use a real one?"

"Yeah," Charlie agreed, his blue eyes glittering. Lois noticed that there were intriguing lumps in the boys' pants, especially Jake's. What guys had there was a complete mystery to her.

Evidently what Jake had said was convincing. In seconds she was trailing them into the woods that bordered the railroad tracks. After about a quarter of a mile, Jake halted in a clearing.

"What's up?" Charlie asked.

"Gotta blindfold her," Jake answered. "That's the rule for non-members. Right, guys?"

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. The others looked puzzled.

"Anybody got a handkerchief?" Jake asked. "I always use my sleeve," Stew answered. "I have one," Lois said, digging into the pocket of her shorts.

"Perfect," Jake said, taking the big white hanky from her, and tying it over her eyes.

"Better do her hands, too," Charlie suggested. "Good idea," Jake agreed. "Gimme your belt." In seconds, her wrists were tied in front of her.

The knot of fear in her belly grew as she was led over the uneven ground. As they approached the mysterious hideout, the itch in her tummy became a tingle.

"Here we are," Charlie announced. There was a metallic rattle, and a groan from rusty binges.

Then she was led through a doorway, or something. The breezes faded and were replaced by a mass of strange smells. One was stale tobacco smoke. There were also other, more unpleasant stinks, too. Ones that she didn't recognize.

"Shit, smells like an outhouse in here," someone snorted. "Open the damn window."

Someone did. Cool air brushed her sweaty cheek. There was a lessening of the gloom through the blindfold, too.

She had been left unattended during all this. Finally she asked hesitantly about taking off her blindfold.

"Yeah, go ahead," Jake told her.

Lois pushed the blindfold up off her eyes, and blinked to focus her sight. She looked around the shack curiously. She flushed hotly when she saw the pictures on the walls. They were of naked women!

They did something funny to her insides. The tingle in her crotch increased and her stomach knotted up.

The rest of the shanty was a clutter of empty beer cans, tattered magazines, and old comic books. A kerosene lantern hung from a hook in the ceiling.

"Now what?" Stew asked, staring at her. He looked scared.

Jake grinned. "Can't have a circle jerk unless we all get naked."

"Naked?" Lois squeaked. She hadn't ever seen boys naked. She hadn't even seen her own father naked. To be naked was a sin!

But the idea also brought with it a flare of excitement. She would find out what all the mystery was about! The itch in her crotch got hotter and more desperate.

"You wanted to," Jake pointed out. "Got to get naked to have a circle jerk."

"Oh." She had the feeling she was about to wet her pants.

"I think she has to do it now that she's here," Charlie said.

"Me, too," the fourth boy, Simon, added. There was an excited glitter in his dark eyes.

"Oh." Lois looked from one to the other. They were all staring at her. The lumps in their pants were bigger than before.

"Undo my hands?" she asked softly, holding her wrists out to Jake.

Jake's eyes burned into hers, read her soul. Evidently he saw there the answer she was afraid to voice. He unfastened the belt, released her wrists. "Lock the door, Stew," he ordered quietly in a tone that made Lois shudder.

Lois didn't look at them. Nor did she look at the gross pictures on the walls – all those naked tits and baby crotches. She didn't have much hair down there. What little there was was an almost invisible blonde. But her breasts were almost big enough to compete with those in the pictures.