Unknown - Surfer Girl

"Lady, you all right?" Fred asked.

She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling next to her, his fingers pressed on her sweating forehead. Concern filled his eyes. She reached out and tried to grab his nuts and pull them off! The punk kid! She wanted to kill the bastard for breaking into her house!

"Whew!" Fred gasped. He slapped her across the face with a resounding whack. Ethel fell to the floor, a red mark forming on her cheek.

"She's fine," he said. "Who wants first?"

Ethel's eyes filled with horror. They were dark pools of fear. She rose to her elbows and stared down her body. Her matted cunt hair had sprung up into a miniature Afro. The sweat streaming in rivulets down the creases in her skin was tempting, sensual. She had been confused and lost when the impact of their words blasted her ear drums. This is a nightmare, this isn't really happening!

But she stretched her legs and felt the moistness down at the dark, angry slit that parted her cunt. Her mind was not functioning right. She thought of that tender hillock of pleasure and the abrupt straight gash across its center. It was so abrupt and direct, this slit. It was like the forbidden fruit that had attracted Adam to Eve in the Garden of Eden. Her pussy mound was like a ripe apple, only it had this dark slit through the middle as if nature had cleaved her cunt with an axe.

You're crazy! You're going fucking crazy! Ethel told herself, moving one thigh open and feeling the sucking pussy slit open.

She watched helplessly as Tod carefully untied his swimsuit and let it drop to the floor.

"Should I gag the broad?" said a cohort.

Fred looked into Ethel's face. Even, in his stoned-out condition, he recognized the fear that stared back at him. "There's no need. This broad is going to dig it. She's going to love fucking all of us!"

Ethel wanted to do something. She told herself a hundred times that lying down, playing helpless was no defense, but she couldn't bring herself to fight. They might only hurt her worse.

She stretched her legs and felt the way her empty cunt ached after the violent fucking of the broom handle. It had felt like a red-hot poker jammed up her twat. Well, this boy couldn't be worse than that, could he?

She examined his cock. It dangled like a flexible garden hose, sprouting from the fluff of curly blond pubic hair and drooping down like the nose of an elephant. It was not very big around certainly not thick like Biff's ramrod cock-but it was thick enough. And it was very, very long. The end was capped off by a mushroomed cap of gnarled skin that made his prick look like an angry cobra. The flared end riveted her attention. It was obscenely thick, and where his cock was nothing special except for the abnormal length, the knurled head posed a problem. It might hurt her cunt. It might hurt like hell.

The boy grabbed a handful of his cock and gave it a snap. The end sprang out hard from his palm, staring down at her unblinking eyes like a snake ready to strike.

"Baby, I'm going to teach you what fucking is all about," he said, his voice flavored by his Cajun drawl.

"Get away," she said defensively. Ethel was not fooling anyone. No amount of whimpering and moaning and pleading was going to stop these boys from dipping their cocks into her fuck well. She knotted the muscles in her ass and averted her face as Tod knelt between her thighs and stroked her pussy.

Oh, that feels so good! she thought, squelching the groan that was on her lips. His fingers played with every excited hair on her pussy and slowly opened the tender folds leading into her wetting twat.

There was a mystique about Southern boys. It was not lost on Ethel. The South made a big thing about the virility of niggers, but Cajuns were, if anything, hornier and more sexual than the spades. There aren't many free women in the swamps, or so went the story, so the young studs have to practice on anything they can hold still. And that included ponies and donkeys and chickens and dead catfish… anything with a tight wet hole.

She didn't know if the story was true or not, but she rolled her hips as Tod dipped his tongue between her labia and sucked on her clitoris.

How awful! This perverted bastard was eating her! What if the legend was true about Cajuns? She didn't want to think about that. It meant nothing was sacred anymore! She felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't bring herself to watch this vile man's tongue licking the drool that Spilled from her parted folds.

When his hands reached underneath her ass and gripped her buns, she averted her face. Ethel was determined not to show any signs of pleasure. The punk kid had been right about Ethel not putting.up a fuss. She would let them do their vicious bestial thing. She was helpless. After all, they were raping her and there were too many to fight, but she didn't have to enjoy their licking and eating and fucking.

Go ahead, get it over with, she thought. She wanted to cry. Her flesh was burning hot, but that had to be from fear. Certainly not passion! She was being raped after all! Raped by this Southern pervert!

"Baby, your pussy's hot," said Tod. He stretched his legs out, forming a V shape. He slid up close and pulled on her buttocks. "Come here," he said. "I want you to sit on my cock." He pulled on her, and when Ethel opened her eyes she gasped. His cock was standing straight up in the air. It looked a foot long at least and the knotty end was huge, enormous-It made her cunt hole spasm!

Obediently she got to her knees and at the apex of his V shape she rose to a squatting position and centered her weepy cunt hole above the huge cock.

She was mounting his prick and Ethel was so angered that she wanted to cry. He‘s making me fuck him, Ethel thought. But there was nothing she could do. She watched with terrible frustration as the other boys crowded around them. Ethel carefully lowered her body. Squatting made her groin ache. Lower and lower she came until the boiling hot end of his cock touched her cunt lips. His mushroomed head slipped into her channel with surprising ease. She noticed now that the stem had filled out and was thicker and harder than she first thought. Inch by inch she dropped down, the sucking cunt walls stretching out as he penetrated deeper and deeper. Ethel groaned. She tried not to look, but it was impossible. She had never come down on a man before. It was, a wild sensation.

His huge penis rose like a flagpole. She was actually working her pussy down on the shimmering shaft. And such a shaft. After the broomstick she figured anything would go into her fist-sized hole, but this boy made her worry. He'll tear your poor little cunny in half. He's just too damn big!

Tod just laughed as he pushed his weight back on his hands. Ethel didn't fool him for a minute. She played a game, pretending to go along with the group all the while telling herself she only fucked because she was a victim. He knew how much she loved being fucked. Tod had seen lots of girls get raped when they didn't put out. And the reaction was nearly the same in each case. A broad could not admit she liked dick being forced between her thighs. And they did love it. He wiggled his hips and felt her wet cooze tingle. Well, he had lots of cute things in store for Ethel. Things she wouldn't dream of doing… that is, unless someone like Tod showed her first.

"Baby, it's good and tight inside you," he said. She hunched halfway down his fuck tube. Already her skin was a mass of goosebumps, and her twat was open and wet. Sweat streamed down her body and her muscles stood out like tangled cording. Her tits were firm and the nipples hard. She wriggled her hips down toward his crotch.

"Little more," he encouraged. "Wag your cunt harder. That's it."

He flicked a hard, tense nipple with his middle fingernail.

"Aaaaaaahhh!!" Ethel shouted.