Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

"Mmmmmmmm!" I whined with Luke's cock rigid in my sperm-coated mouth. They could conquer my body, perhaps, but they'd have to wait for a cold day in hell before they overwhelmed my spirit.

That day in the prison laundry room when the dykes had gang-shagged me and Angela; I'd orgasmed then, too, with a pair of women working on me with fingers and tongues and a thick rubber diddle-stick, with another cunt mounted on my face for me to suck and lick. It hadn't been pleasant to think that I could still respond in such circumstances, but then, too, it had been a response of my body alone. And now it was happening again.

But it was different now, in a way. These were men, and they were using me for their shallow male pleasures. The dykes in the penitentiary had, at least, been women, the sex I preferred to make love with. Indeed, their attack had helped to propel me into a conscious declaration of my lesbian inclinations. Luke had just filled my mouth and throat with his cum, and Randy was screwing toward a repeat performance in my cunt. Under no circumstances would this brutality return me to a desire to be fucked by other men. When this was all over – and I knew that sometime or other it must be over – I would take my revenge.

Luke jerked his hard cock out of my mouth, and I choked, filling my lungs with the barn's hay-scented air. There was also a pungent stench of male sweat, which sickened me, and I coughed in reply to it. Luke's cum was still thick in the corners of my mouth and around the entrance of my throat. It had begun to dry somewhat, and the taste grew unpleasant in the extreme.

But before I could ask for a drink of water, my unwilling orgasmic flashes struck and blazed, and I was astonished to find myself humping at Randy where he fucked me. Even more astonished to hear myself screaming like a fucking nymphomaniac!

"Cooomnmmeee! Coommiinnggg!"

My legs were high, and they seemed to operate with a mind of their own. I wrestled them out of Randy's grasp and wrapped them around his neck, toes wriggling as I tied them tightly. My pussy sucked and swallowed his thrusting rod, and I blushed from head to navel in shame. But I couldn't stop it. The muscles of my cunt were tippling around his hard-driving cock and I was still moaning and purring my come, with a slight husk in my voice, thanks to the jism that still clogged my throat.

It was a good come for me, much more vibrant than I'd dreamed possible, though it couldn't compare in any way to the ones I had as a matter of course with Angela.

Angela. Damn Angela! If it hadn't been for that mother-fucking faithless bitch, I'd be in a warm bed in Boonesfield right now, purring wards of love into the cunt of the woman who had meant so much to me. But I wasn't. She'd thrown me out of her life and I had stumbled into a picture out of Erskine Caldwell – I was being gang-banged in a barn by a pair of hillbilly louts whose blood I ached to spill.

And I was coming like a bandit! Thrusting my pussy up to meet Randy's steady fuck-strokes, clutching my tits where I half-lay, half-sat in a pile of old straw, and my nipples were hard as rocks between my fingers. I tweaked them endlessly, cupped my tits from beneath, squeezing, fondling, coaxing every ounce of reaction out of my flesh, as if I meant to degrade myself fully now. Perhaps that way I could savor my revenge so much more when the time came.

Luke thrust his dick into my face. It was red and hard, and dripping stray bubbles of jism. At the tip, his foreskin had retracted about halfway down the head, so that the wet swollen knob, purple as a grape, protruded slightly. He took his prick in hand, working the layer of loose outer flesh, alternately exposing and concealing his knob. The old shell game, I thought in my flashes of conscious reflection. Now you see it, now you don't.

"Lick me clean," he commanded, working his prick back and forth across my lips. Moaning as my orgasm persisted, I extended my tongue and glided it over Luke's prong. God, didn't his cock ever get soft? It was as fucking rigid as it'd been during my blow-job on demand, and it showed no signs of going limp.

"Mmmmmm, yeahhhhhh," he groaned. "You got a tongue like velvet, honey. Lick me some more! Oh, right on! Damn it to shit, Randy, get your dick out of her! I need a little piece of nookie, right now!"

My snatch, feeding on Randy's cock, was as reluctant to let it go as I was humiliated to have it there in the first place. I suffered the indescribable shame of feeling my twat gobble Randy's dick while he tried to obey his brother's command and pull it out of me. Little fish-snaps of my pussy-lips teased and coaxed him, and those ripples of excitement continued even when he jerked his cock free and I saw it lancing above me, red and swollen from sex.

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" I moaned, no longer certain what I wanted. My cunt had been opened, now it was empty. There was an itching emptiness between my legs and I writhed in uncertainty.

But only for a moment! Luke switched places with his brother and that emptiness was suddenly full of the thickest, hardest prick I had ever seen, let alone felt inside me.

"Aaaaaihheeeee!!" I screamed when he tickled my clit with his knob, then slipped it up my cunt without missing a stroke.

My snatch was crammed with pecker, and I could feel the throbbing of his race-tempo pulse as it shuddered through the barrel of that pecker. Like a vibrator buzzing away inside me, that pulsating beat skittered along the walls of my cunt with his strokes.

I bucked upward, throwing my pussy at him, and he took it with his tool. His fingers dropped into the fray, and he placed them alongside the splayed lips of my cunt, pushing my gash together, so to speak, around the buried length of his root. Again and again he brushed a fingertip across my swollen, throbbing clit, and again and again I burst into unwanted but irresistible orgasmic upheavals.

"Lookit her goin' to town," Randy chuckled. "Acts like she ain't had no cock in years. Hell's fire, do you think me and you can take care of her all by ourselves?"

"Fuck if I know," Luke grunted, putting it to me.

"But if we can't handle her, we'll whistle up Ole Blue and let him shove her a few inches, too. Hell, he's just like one of the family. Go holler for him."

Who or what was Ole Blue? I wondered, but I didn't wonder for very long, because I couldn't seem to train my consciousness upon anything. I had never climaxed like this with a man before; God, the only comparable comes I'd known were the magical ones with Angela. What did it mean? Probably – hopefully – no more than that I was starved for love and sex, open to the attacks of whoever happened to attack me when I most needed it.

Moral values tended to fade in that setting. A come was a come, after all. Some were better but all were good. Perhaps this one would give me the strength I needed to escape, to get revenge on Luke and Randy. I could have murdered them easily, even after the orgasms they were bringing me to. Those orgasms were a taunting and a sneer at me, at my sense of womanhood. Randy and his brother would pay for them.

"Hell with Ole Blue," Randy scoffed. "Let him find his own pussy. I got me a hard-on, and I'm gonna get rid of it real soon. Open up wide, honey, 'cause I got me a big one and I want you to suck it real nice and sweet, the way you did ole Luke's dingus."

Even as he spoke, he was moving into position, caressing his pecker as he readied it for my mouth. My eyes were blurred, but that big dick of his cut through the blur and I saw it coming nearer and nearer, and I knew I'd have to suck it, that there was no other way. I opened my mouth as he stroked his cock on my lips, and he thrust right into my wet cave.

The taste of his prick was incredible, especially when compared to Luke's. And as soon as I began to suck his rod, I knew why. Randy had been screwing into my churning, orgasmic cunt, and his barrel was thickly coated with my juices. I had drunk them often enough from Angela's mouth to know how they tingled on my tongue, and it was magical in a way to receive them here, now, from the shaft of Randy's prong. I began to suck his cock with growing interest, lashing it with my tongue, slurping up the sweet savors of my own cunt.