Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

"Let's do it right," said Fred. "All together now, one, two, three!"

On the count, they both rammed full bore into her. She screamed her pain and joy. The conflicting emotions became confined in her body. The ecstasy of Fred's cock driving into her cunt, the wonderful way his pubic hair stimulated her clit, the way her tits rubbed against his hairy chest, all these gave her the ultimate in human enjoyment.

The pain of Burt's cock driving through her tightly clenched ring of anal muscle was almost too much to bear. She sagged weakly against Fred. Burt said, "Again. Let's GO!"

They surged upward into her body again. She felt both their cocks deep in her guts.

When the two cocks collided, she felt it through her thin inner membrane. They drove straight upwards for her neck. She was positive that the two pistoning pricks would tear her throat out. The intensity of feeling in her body made her weak in the knees, her insides feel like a plate of jello.

"Hey, I can feel your cock rubbing against mine. That's really something, ain't it, Fred?"

"Yeah. Now shut up and fuck!"

They did. Their cocks began a steady, rhythmic in-out motion that alternately drove Summer mad with desire and insane with the agony of her situation. She was being fucked by two men at the same time. Her abused asshole was being reamed out again. The torture of that was enough to cause her to pass out.

But she couldn't. Not while the ecstasy of having her cunt fucked kept her nerves alive and jangling with pleasure. Her brain was filled with good sensations, but her ass hurt badly.

The emotions mixed in her belly. She tried to sort them out. It wasn't possible. She had to endure having her tender ass ripped apart again if she was to enjoy the way Fred was fucking her cunt.

"Please, ohhhh, aiieeee!"

The assault on her body was too much to bear. She was overwhelmed by the force of Fred's fucking. She felt his cock begin to expand with lust for her. The cockhead buried all the way up her twat had enlarged. She knew that meant he was only seconds away from his orgasm.

That thought added fuel to the fire of her own lust.

He stoked back and forth with the timing of a metronome. He didn't miss a beat. He was a love machine fucking her. Through lust-glazed eyes, she managed to get a look at his face.

It was a mask of sheer, undiluted delight.

She wished she could have seen Burt's. The way his cock was driving deeply into her anal passage, she thought he must be getting off on his Greeking in a big way. Her tissues were too damaged for her to be able to sense the condition of his prick.

She thought it must be growing in lust, too. The head seemed larger now than when he'd started butt fucking her. It might have been her imagination, though. Not being able to see what was going on made her mind fill in all the blanks.

She would always imagine more happening than actually was occurring. One thing she could be sure of, she dug Fred's cock screwing her in the cunt a lot more than Burt's digging into her ass.

The way Fred was fucking, she knew he'd already lost control of his hips. They quivered and shook as they pistoned upward. She could feel the jerking of his dick as it buried itself balls deep in her body. The wet slapping of his balls against her cunt-mound added to her stimulation. She was pushed further up the slope to orgasm.

The man had never found so tight and hot a cunt in all his life. Even the one virgin whose cherry he'd popped hadn't been this tight. In comparison, she was as big as a sewer pipe. He wanted to get the maximum out of the screwing. He let his hips do as they would. All he wanted was the delicious feeling of fucking into the tight blast furnace of the girl's twat.

He felt his balls begin to compress. They were loaded with a heavy load of cum. The pearly jizz was like ignited napalm in his sac. It demanded release.

There was only one thing he could do. As he fucked past the velvety cuntal walls and felt their ripply massage of his prick, he let loose with the fierce tide of his passion. His prod blasted out all the trapped jism. Spurt after spurt whitewashed the girl's cunt. His juices and hers mixed until her cunt was completely filled.

Limp and deflated, Fred's cock dribbled put of the manhole. He watched a thin trickle of the mixture go down the inside of the girl's leg. It was almost enough to make him hard again, watching that outpouring of pearly cum.

But not enough. It would be quite a while before he could get it up again. She'd taken quite a toll on his body. He was completely drained of strength and jizz.

Burt kept tap his ass fucking until he couldn't stand the strain on his body any longer. He noticed that his prick was coming out bloody. It didn't bother him. He'd been a biker for a while. He'd fucked the gang's momma's while they were in the middle of their period. A little blood even turned him on.

He fucked harder.

Summer was moaning wildly now. He didn't even notice. The sound of his own blood pounding in his ears was all that mattered. His cock was a living thing, alive and fucking. He kept it in motion until his wad exploded into her bowels. He creamed and jetted and blasted until his balls were drained of their load.

They pushed the naked, well-fucked girl down to the ground. She looked up at them, pleading.

Fred was the first to speak. "Get into the rig, Burt."

"Damn it! You just can't leave me out here."

"Why the fuck not? I bought your breakfast, didn't I?" Without another word, he turned and climbed into the truck. Burt was already dressed.

Summer watched them drive off, leaving her naked and angry and hurting like hell in the middle of a junkyard.

Summer was furious. Most of all she was hurt. She felt the continual trickle of blood from her ripped apart ass. She cringed every time she felt her tender behind. Big Dick and then Burt had done a hell of a job on her.

Fred she didn't mind. But the least the bastard could have done was take her up to the state line, then dump her.

She was glad she had learned enough to expect something like this. She painfully dressed. Taking a tampon, she crammed that up her rear end. It was the best she could do to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how long that would work – or if it would at all – but there wasn't a first aid kit in miles. Besides, she wasn't sure a first aid kit would help a lot with a mutilated asshole.

After she had dressed, she took out the CB radio and looked at it. She figured it had come close to getting her killed, but on the other hand, she didn't know exactly where she was. It wouldn't hurt to see if it couldn't help her out of this jam.

She looked around until she found an old wreck that still had its battery in it. Summer didn't have much hopes for it to work. Batteries were the first thing to go in a junkyard.

She was pleasantly surprised. Enough juice had built up in the battery to let her put out a weak call. She spoke slowly and plainly into the mike, "I'm desperately in need of a ride. Is there anyone out there who would be able to give me a ride?"

She added that last because she'd heard Rock Hudson say it in a war movie.

Summer kept calling for twenty minutes. The power meter continually crept lower and lower as the charge in the battery trickled. When the teenager was about to give up hope, an answer crackled trough the static.

"…67 receiving your message. Can you give us your…" and the signal faded again.

Summer continued to broadcast her location as best she knew it. Finally, she received, "…think we know where. Be there in a few…" and the signal died.

She hoped whoever was answering meant a few minutes rather than hours. Summer hopped up on top of a wreck and waited. In less than den minutes, a station wagon came along. A man and a woman were in it. The CB antenna bounced around where it was fastened to the roof of the car.