William Davis - Blackmailed

Suddenly, Betty heaved herself up to her hands. Kneeling on all fours she was able to clear her mouth of Jack's jerking, lust-filled cock.

Frantically, she cried out, "Ooooooooooh! Godddd! D-Don't do… that… t-to me!"

Jack slapped her face, hard, growling, "Shut up, bitch! We warned you not to scream!" He reached out to her head, grasping it roughly and forced her head back down to his moistly glistening cock's head. "Keep sucking!" he ordered.

Behind her she felt Ollie's fingers being pulled from her now slightly stretched rectum. His lewd voice came to her, as he said, "Now… she'll be able to take your cock! Just go ahead and shove it in her!"

Warren pulled out of her now wildly milking pussy and nudged the head of his rock-hard cock into the tiny, cringing opening. Then he shoved, hard, his legs straining as he forced the blood-engorged cock-head up into the lips of her tiny protesting anus a bare inch. The pain was almost unbearable, but she couldn't scream. Oh, my God… It'll split me in two!

With super-human effort, then, Warren thrust hard and drove his giant, wildly pulsing shaft deep into the smooth, warmth of her spongy-fleshed rectum, where he flexed it deep up inside her. Sweat broke out on Warren's face. The exquisite pleasure-pain of it was almost too much for him.

"Okay! Now, roll her over with her back on your stomach!" Ollie instructed, orchestrating the whole procedure.

Wrapping his short, brawny arms around Betty tightly, Warren rolled to his side, she following; then, he squirmed over onto his back, hauling her up to lie on his stomach, as he kept his penis imbedded deeply up into her wide-stretched rectum.

Ollie Pratt could hardly wait for her to get into position. With a groaning rush, he forced his loins up between her splayed-out legs, guiding his achingly throbbing cock straight into her flowered open cunt, without further preparation, plunging it home into her helplessly quivering belly.

"Oh God! Two of them sucking me!" Her head whirled spinningly, and her whole abdomen felt as though she were being torn asunder. Then, Jack, who had been forced to pull his almost ready to burst cock from her mouth while the position changed was made, knelt on all fours, crosswise above her face, bringing his lust-soaked cock-head down to her mouth, again, growling, "Here it is, Baby! Now… suck me good… and all the way!"

Hungrily, she ovalled her lips to take it into her mouth, not understanding why… just knowing that now she wanted to do it, as above her Ollie Pratt began fucking in and out of her wildly clasping cunt. At the same time, below, Warren was sawing in and out of her clinging rectum.

A concert of motion was there among them… and now, there was no pain for Betty. There was only the spiraling sensations rocketing through her, building within her almost beyond human endurance.

Never in Betty's wildest imagination could she have conjured up anything as bizarre… and never would she have divined that it could have happened to her. Three men were all fucking her… at the same time… and the sensations she was experiencing were simply out of this world. She felt as though she were being blasted off into deep space.

Suddenly, she began to convulse, arriving at her orgasm in an arcing flash of sensation. She began to cum… and cum… and cum… almost endlessly.

"Oh! I'mmmmmmm going t-to cummmmmm! AAAAAAAaaauuuuugggh!"

She couldn't scream it aloud because of the man named Jack's cock sliding wildly in and out of her mouth. Then, she was aware that the insanely throbbing expansion of it meant that he was beginning to climax. Somehow, it had never occurred to her, until that instant. God! He'll cum in my mouth! She didn't have time to think about it. He came. His hot, white semen spewed from the top of his expanding cock deep into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it, automatically, to keep from gagging. She could feel it flowing hotly in warmly cascading rivulets of milk-white heat far down into her hungrily accepting belly. Finally, gasping his lewd satisfaction, Jack pulled his deflating penis from her mouth and rolled to his side. He groaned, "That was good, Baby Doll… damned good!"

… And now, Ollie, cradled between her wide-spread legs, began to slam long, hard cunt-punishing strokes into her… and she began to cum… for the second time!

"Ohhhhh! IIIIIII'mmm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnggg… again! Fuuuuck meeeee! Haaaarrrrdd!" she screamed, demandingly. Then as she convulsed in soul-shattering release she opened her mouth and squealed out her completion, sandwiched between the two wildly ravishing cocks. "AAAAaaaaauuuuugggggh!"

Almost simultaneously, Ollie, above her driving toward his ejaculation, pounded into her deeply, and he was there, spewingly… while below, slamming up into her squirming rectum, Warren's cock also began to jet out its white, hot semen. She could feel both wildly pumping pricks, as they jerked expandingly deep inside both of her desperately milking passages.

Ollie groaned out his satisfaction, as he held himself stiffened above her, not moving, while his heavy load of sperm was hosed through him to splash deeply up into her greedily clasping vaginal tunnel. Beneath her, Warren heaved up against her to drive his spewing penis deep, lifting them both, as his cum spurted deep into the clinging sponginess of her rectum.

Then Ollie collapsed on top of her. The only sounds in the bedroom for several moments were those of raspy breathing and moans of satisfaction.

The orgy was finished and Betty Ballard felt as the whole of her insides was nothing more than a great swirling pool of heated male sperm. She was filled to the bursting point.

There was only the unfinished business of Arnie Pearson, as the three deadly men waited for him to return to the cabin.

Warren Ramsey, Jack Stearns and Ollie Pratt were dressed now, and Warren had ordered Betty tied up again. Not bothering to cover her shameful nakedness and sperm covered body, they had bound and gagged her, leaving her there on the bed where she had been ravished to sort out her thoughts and feelings.

Outside Jay Ballard and Arnie Pearson played the same waiting game. As Jay had explained it, "Sooner or later… one of them'll come out… and we nail him!"

Inside the cabin, Warren growled, "Stop worrying… damn it! He'll have to come back… his car is still here!"

"… But it's been over two hours, now!" Jack Stearns fumed. "I think I'll go out and take a look around! He could be bringing all the fuzz in the County down on us!"

Confidently, Warren declared, "He won't go to the police!"

Stearns came out onto the porch and looked out into the gathering darkness, seeing that Arnie's rental car was undisturbed. Everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet, but Jack was worried. I wonder where the hell he is…? As he turned to go back into the cabin, he slumped without a sound from a sharp blow to the back of his neck, delivered by Jay Ballard. Arnie caught him and together the two men moved off into the darkness, carrying Stearns' unconscious form. He was soon disarmed and tied securely, lying in a ditch beside the road.

"One down… and two to go!" Jay whispered. "… And, it won't be long before they'll be looking for him!"

They settled down to wait. Five minutes passed.

"What the hell's keeping Jack…? Maybe you'd better check on him, Ollie!" Ramsey growled.

"He's mine!" Arnie whispered.

Ollie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left hand. He peered into the darkness. "Stearns!" he called. "Where the hell are you?"

"Over here… Ollie!" Jay stage-whispered.

The former boxer moved toward him, as Arnie came from behind, Jack's pistol in his hand.