Paul Gable: Trained, chained cousins

A mixture of jizz and spit frothed around the stretched corners of her lips. Abbey could feel the filthy juice dribbling down her chin. Paul was finished. He stumbled forward, caught himself, then drew back, slowly pulling his softening prick from her mouth.

Abbey twisted her head around, spitting out what remained of his jizz from her mouth. But AI was still squeezing his cockmeat into her. And what was terrible, what was so incomprehensible to Abbey was that it began to feel good. In fact, it felt better then anything she'd ever known in her life!

"Ohhhh yeahhh… man, that mouth-fuck you gave her must've made the bitch super-hot. Look at the way she's movin' that ass!”

Abbey couldn't help herself. She felt Al grabbing at her crazily, his hands still flat against the underside of her hips. He made her stroke up and down with each move of his fucking cock.

"Christ, that's the way, Abbey baby. That's the way to move your body. Come on, move that ass. Move it! Move it! Make me cum, you fuckin' slut! Thatta girl, keep on movin' that ass like that!”

Abbey felt the constantly moving cock chug back and forth inside her aroused fuck chute. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart. Al pulled back, slapping her hard across the asscheeks and telling her to move her ass back up so his cock wouldn't slip out.

"Man, she wants it bad-fast and hard! I ain't fucked someone this hot for a long time-maybe never!" Al cried.

Abbey felt Al pounding his prick in faster and faster and she knew he was ready to explode. Now she found herself praying that he would be able to keep himself together just long enough for her to reach her own climax. Her mother had told the girl about women needing satisfaction too, but she'd failed to tell her daughter any more about that. Now Abbey was starting to get the idea just what her mother had meant.

"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!”

In her mind it seemed to Abbey as if the two cocks were one massive prick. She pushed back, jerking her ass up and down, nearly knocking Al flat on his ass as pre-orgasmic spasms shot through her cunt. She had felt things like this while playing with herself in bed but nothing in the world had prepared the young teen for this powerful sensation. She jerked her thighs back and forth. Oh she was going to cum. Oh yes, she was going to climax, and Al was about to cum with her!

Al squeezed her ass harder now, kneading and tugging at her asscheeks. Then, wild with excitement, he moved one hand around and jabbed his forefinger into her asshole. The girl let out a yelping cry, feeling the resulting spicy hot sensation rocket right to her clit. She wanted more-more feeling, more degradation. The girl tossed her head from left to right, her long brown hair sweeping over her face. Her body shuddered with lascivious need while her ass ground up against him.

"Ahhhh… fuck it, man, gonna… gonna do it! Can't stop it, man, gonna… ahhhhhhfuck!”

He was cumming! Abbey knew it! She felt the shivering of his body against hers, heard the choked cries of the man behind her. Her elbows bent out, then collapsed. He kept his cock buried to the hilt in her, holding tightly onto her thighs while his balls pumped out squirts of his hot cum.

"Ahhhhh… eaghghghghhh!”

There was a moment of brilliance, a second of delightful hesitation when she felt her clit sputtering, about to explode. That moment passed and she began bucking and yelping like a mad woman. She threw her body from left to right, her tits swinging and slapping wetly against one another as wave after orgasmic wave washed over her.

"Nooooo!”

She shouted before collapsing, the hot/chilly flashes of climactic heat scorching the walls of her cunt and her clit. Again and again the girl felt her pussy snap tight onto that shooting pussy. She thought Al's cum was being squirted out to extinguish the fire burning in her pussy. Again and again he shot his spunk into her cunthole!

"Uhhhhhhh!" he groaned, draping himself heavily over her, his hands smoothing slowly up and down her ribs.

The girl let out a moan of defeat, collapsing to the ground. "Ohhhhh God!”

They had done it! They had raped her, humiliated her, and now they were leaving her on the ground like a cast-off piece of tissue paper.

"Come on, man, I wanna get into that little bitch," one of the other boys said.

Al looked down at Abbey pushing his fingers through her rich hair. "Naw. She's had enough for a while. Gotta let the little girl rest. We'll be back. And then you'll get a chance to plug one hot cunt.”

"Right. Yeah, she'll be around for a while. And then maybe we can get a crack at the cousin," Paul agreed, hitching up his Levi's and tucking his shirt back in.

Someone threw the girl her clothes, her blouse and skirt draping over her head. Only then did Abbey realize just how chilly it was getting. The boys scrambled away, cat-calling at her once more before disappearing from the woods. Leaves blew up against her naked sides, sticking to where perspiration still remained.

Everyone would be wondering where on earth she was if she didn't get moving soon. Pushing herself up, Abbey felt herself fighting through that wonderful golden glow washing over her body, that warmth that comes after a powerful orgasm. She moaned, shaking the hair from her eyes and listlessly pulling on her clothes. Thank goodness the boys hadn't ripped too much.

The girl hid her face in her hands, imagining the joy Al would have in relating just how much she'd enjoyed her rape. Rape? Hell, he'd tell everyone she'd practically lured the whole pack of them in the woods like some teenaged American siren! The thought of her mother hearing about this drove Abbey into despair.

"Can't… can't deal with it."

Stretching out one hand, the young girl steadied herself against a near-by pine, staring blankly down at the mess of crushed leaves and scraped dirt, the only indication that something violent had happened here. She shuddered, curling her arms and rubbing her fingers briskly along her goose-pimpled flesh. Tucking her torn blouse into her skirt, Abbey picked her way carefully through the darkening woods back onto the roadway.

Shaking her head as if she could knock the memory of her double rape, Abbey took in deep breaths of air, walking toward her aunt's house. She would shower, wash away the horrid cum she could still feel in her pussy. There was still that taste in her mouth too. Three times she stopped by the side of the road to spit into the bushes.

The boys had said they were going to find her again-and perhaps fuck her cousin as well! No, she would return to L.A. before letting Al and Paul and their buddies touch her or Betty.

The house! How peaceful it looked, nestled at the bottom of the hill. Already she could see several lights illuminating the downstairs windows. Quickening her pace. Abbey rushed down the hill, slowing down when she passed the opened gate. She was about to enter the house when her cousin Betty rounded the corner of the porch.

"Oh! You startled me. Mom said you were going for some milk or something but I guess… guess you didn't get it.”

Betty's voice dropped, her eyes examining the dirt stains on Abbey's blouse and the tear the girl had taken such pains to hide.

"I dropped it on the road,” Abbey began, her mind searching frantically for some excuse for her appearance. She saw the concern on her cousin's face and she had to work not to break into wild sobs right then and there. "A car nearly ran me over! He must've been drunk or something. I dropped the bag on the road somewhere. I guess I blacked out or something when I rolled away.”

Betty cocked her head to one side, wrinkling her forehead and trying to make up her mind whether or not this explanation was satisfactory.

"Oh, please don't tell your mom or dad. They'll get all upset, and I don't want that to happen. I'll go upstairs and wash now, okay?”