Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

She reached out and took it in her slim fingers, holding it and caressing its length, pulling the skin back to expose the head. A last drop of come oozed out of his slit, and she bent down and licked it off with her tongue, tasting its saltiness, savoring its animal flavor before swallowing it, and looking up into his eyes. He was staring at her with frankly adoring sparkle; his mouth grinned at her, and his hand came out and stroked her hair.

"You're something else," he murmured.

"You, too," she replied, and her head went down and closed around his shaft, taking its softness within her mouth and licking gently with her tongue. He lay back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensations.

Clayton was working up slowly to his orgasm, getting little response from Yvonne, who was determined not to cooperate, despite her silent admission to herself that his penis was the best she had ever felt within her vagina; it was even bigger than Jeff's, and the boy knew how to work it. In, out, slow, fast, rotate it, let it slide out; he knew all the angles, but much as he tried he could not elicit any physical response from her. Perversely she lay still, her arms at her sides and a sneer on her lips. He tried to kiss her, but finally gave up, relishing only the feel of her flesh around his penis as he fucked her.

Ted was still pumping his organ in and out of Carole's mouth. He had moved up a little, so that his hands could reach her breasts, and he was pinching her nipples with one hand and feeling her cunt with the other, his finger probing her flesh and touching her clitoris. She felt the eager response in her loins and began moving. Finally Ted moved quickly down, plunged his organ into her quivering cunt, and lay flat on top of her as he ejaculated. He moaned heavily, but did not cry out.

When he was through, he lifted up and pulled out, staring down at her.

He looked over at Clayton.

"These two are cold as ice," he commented. "Come on, let's get with the other chick."

"I ain't come yet," said Clayton, "but I'm almost there."

"Good. Fuck Suzanne in the ass," said Ted, "and I'll get her in front."

Suzanne heard them, and her eyes opened wide. She looked at them as they crawled across the floor, ignoring Yvonne and Carole. "Donald," she whispered. "Oh, no, please…"

"Shut up, bitch," said Clayton. "Poppa's comin' home."

"Yvonne!" Suzanne's voice wailed, and Yvonne looked over at her with a sneer on her face.

"Have at it, baby," she snapped. "Obviously you love it, you cheap little tramp. Fuck her, Clayton, give her everything you've got. She'll love that big black dick of yours up her ass."

Suzanne watched, fascinated, as Clayton approached, his penis thicker than normal, swollen and slick from the action with Yvonne. The skin was slid back, exposing the purplish head which looked so large she wondered how it would ever enter her anus. But then, over and above her feelings of fear, she knew she wanted it. She wanted to feel it penetrate her, to thrust deep within her, to violate her totally.

His dark hands clamped on her buttocks, and he moved his hips up so that his rod pushed between her cheeks and pressed against her anus.

His fingers came around, one hand over her mound, the other on her stomach, and he gripped her firmly, moving his prick so that the end slid into her, and she gasped. The pain was excruciating.

"Oooh, easy," she gasped, and he laughed cruelly.

"Easy, she says. You know black boys don't do it easy, baby. We got the equipment and we know what to do with it. And you're gettin' it, hard and fast… now!"

He pushed forward, and she felt his length slide into her, and she screamed. She felt sure he had ripped her open. Then slowly he began thrusting in and out, and with every movement she felt the warm glowreturn to her loins. His fingers were caressing her clitoris, and she moved in rhythm with him.

"Hey, Ted, come over here and do somethin' with this pussy," Clayton said. "Give it to her."

Ted slid across the floor until he was between her legs. He had been watching, fingering his penis, coaxing it back to firmness after shooting into Carole's mouth. He pushed Donald out of the way and began moving closer, pushing his half-hard cock towards Suzanne's dripping cunt.

"Okay, spread those legs," he said, and Suzanne felt the end of his organ penetrate her cunt-lips. Aided by his hand, it went in, and he pushed it in all the way. He lay facing her, his arms about her, holding her body close to him, and he lowered his mouth to her nipples and began biting them.

Suzanne felt herself being torn apart. She could visualize the white penis in her vagina and the black one up her rectum, massaging her insides, thrilling her as she had never dreamed possible, but at the same time she knew her anus was bleeding and incredibly tender; but she didn't care. She felt herself the center of a giant sex scene. She wished she had ten more cunts to take ten more cocks, and be fucked with ten times more violence.

"Ooooooh, oooooooh," she moaned. "Oooh, oooooooooh… Fuck me, fuck me."

Vaguely she heard Yvonne's voice. "I'm leaving, you bastards. You can fuck that whore all night, but not while I watch."

"You stay where you are," growled Clayton. "You try and leave and you'll be flat on your back again."

Yvonne subsided, next to Carole, and they watched with mounting horror as Suzanne's body was cruelly ravished by the two boys.

Donald sat back on his haunches, his one hand playing with his penis, which was gradually getting erect again, his eyes glued on Suzanne's crotch, taking in everything as Ted rammed his penis in and out, only inches away from where Clayton's large thick black member was plunging in and out like a railroad piston at full steam. Suzanne was rolling from side to side, her breasts flopping obscenely.

"I'm there, I'm there," Clayton screamed suddenly, and his muscular body flexed as he held his organ within her anus, and she felt the hot rush of his seed deep within her intestines. His mouth came down on her shoulder and she felt the bite of his teeth, sinking into her flesh so that she cried out. She heard Yvonne's voice, "Suffer, you bitch, suffer!" For a moment, she wondered why Yvonne was suddenly so antagonistic towards her. She couldn't help her reactions; she was only a normal red-blooded girl giving vent to her natural desires. Or was she? Wasn't she rather some perverted trollop eager for cheap sex kicks and not caring how she got them? No matter. Fuck. Fuck. In, out. Go, Clayton, give me every drop of that jism up my ass. Go, Ted, go. Shoot that hot come up my twat, again, like Donald did.

Poor Donald. He was staring at her with the strangest expression. She didn't care. She was the center of everything now. She was being lifted higher and higher. She felt Ted's organ flex and then he rammed in, and shouted out, "Wow, again, again, oh, wow, baby!" And she knew he had achieved a second climax. Her cunt ran with all the juices being pumped into it, and she could feel it dripping out between her thighs, making a squishy sound with every thrust of Ted's hard organ into her.

She looked over and saw Donald's face slowly being transfigured with ecstasy as his hand masturbated his penis faster and faster. She knew what was happening to him, and a few seconds later she saw the white fluid spurt from the end of his cock, shooting over the rug, and then slowly dripping from his cockslit. Oh, if she had only known; she wanted his penis in her mouth. She wanted to taste that come on her tongue again. She cried out, and he stared at her, then, realizing her want, he moved quickly forward. She took his still-hard prick in between her lips and sucked hard, drawing out this last of his come and convulsing herself inside as she tasted it. Her insides seemed to twist and erupt as she let the come slide down her throat, feeling his rod flex in her mouth.