Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

This was the ultimate, she thought; I have a big black dick up my rear end; I have a thick white one in my cunt, and a beautiful white one in my mouth. What more? What more could a girl want, except maybe one in each hand, jerking them off. Her mind suddenly seemed to leave her body, and with a shudder she relaxed and floated, sublimely unaware of anything but the glorious sensations that she felt in every particle of her body.

Slowly she came back to earth, feeling Clayton's massive phallus withdrawing from her, just as Ted's prick was softening in her cunt and sliding out. She continued sucking on Donald, and her fingers were caressing the inside of his legs, cupping his sac in her hands and playing with his balls. She nibbled on his foreskin, pulling it back and forth over his head with her teeth and licking across the end of his cock, feeling the deep slit with the tip of her tongue. His hands were gently playing with her hair, and he stared down at her with a tender expression on his youthful features.

Her anus was stinging and almost insensitive, but as Clayton's cock popped out, she felt a stab of pain, and she jumped and cried out. The boys all got to their feet and stood, surveying her. She groaned, and sat up.

"Oooh, you've split me," she said instinctively, imagining her anus a wide bloodied mess.

"Serves you right," snapped Yvonne, and they all turned to look at her and Carole, who were huddled together, looking forlorn and miserable.

Carole's face was impassive, but Yvonne's held a look of undisguised hate and disgust.

Clayton grinned and humped his crotch obscenely at her.

"Whatsamatter, baby? You want some of the action again?" he jeered.

"That cunt of yours ain't worth a cent, I'll clue you. This chick here really gets with it." He pointed to Suzanne. "She sure has an educated asshole."

"Most whores do," snapped Yvonne, and Carole tried to shush her, but she shrugged off the girl's restraining hand from her shoulder. "No, I won't shut up. If these bastards can do what they want, I sure as hell can say what I like."

Ted laughed coarsely, and smiled at Suzanne.

"Don't you worry about that old bat," he said. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. And you give the best blowjob, too." He sneered at Carole. "Better than this broad. She doesn't know what the hell to do.

But you…" He nodded vehemently… "You sure make this thing feel good." He took his penis and waved it at her.

Despite the pain in her anus and her apprehension at Yvonne's caustic comments and her expression of disgust, Suzanne felt a glow within her.

She had done good! These boys, obviously well experienced at sex with many girls, had given her more than a passing grade; with only two days experience at sex, she had rated a high score! She felt a twinge of pride and accomplishment inside, and her body glowed with renewed pleasure. She smiled up at Donald, who grinned back at her.

"She's the greatest," he said, and there was a warmth and sincerity in his voice.

"Okay, okay," said Clayton, reaching for his clothes. "I guess that's it for now, chick-a-biddies. We'se movin' on." He grinned evilly. "I got a hot date at eight. Another white chick," he added, leering at Yvonne. "She's 'bout as old as you, but she digs my big dick. And she knows what to do with it, too. Come on, guys, let's go."

The boys got dressed quickly and walked to the door. Suzanne remained on the floor, staring up at them with a curious mixture of admiration, distrust, and relief that it was over. They paused at the door, and Clayton looked back, his hand on the wall as he surveyed the three naked girls on the floor.

"Jest in case you git any ideas," he drawled. "I wanna remind you it ain't no use tryin' to cause trouble. Understand?"

Yvonne's voice shot across the room like the crack of a revolver.

"Listen, stud, there's going to be a patrol car outside this building every night from now on, so you watch it. If any of you…" Her eyes went from Clayton, to Ted, to Donald, and the hate in her expression was unmistakable… "any of you show your faces here again, it's going to be bad news. It's not three against one now. It's three against three, and you know goddamn well who they're going to believe. So get your asses out, and don't come back."

Ted and Donald exchanged a look, and then they both stared at Clayton.

Their expressions of cocky assurance faded slightly, and Donald moved out the doorway, followed by Ted. Clayton stood a moment longer, his eyes going from Yvonne to Carole to Suzanne. He laughed, a little uncertainly.

"Up yours," he muttered, and then he was gone, slamming the door as a final gesture of defiance.

The room echoed to the bang of the door, and as silence descended the girls heard the clatter of footsteps receding down the stairs.

They all reached for their robes, and quickly wrapped them around their bodies. Yvonne's breathing was heavy, and her eyes flashed. Suzanne stared at her, and then at Carole, not sure of what to say.

"Okay, okay, you're sorry, that's what you're going to say, is that it?" snapped Yvonne, finally breaking the silence. "Well, let me tell you, Suzanne, I'm thinking that you've encouraged those pricks…"

"Yvonne!" It was Carole's voice that exploded with disbelief at her friend's accusation. Suzanne was so stunned she was speechless.

"Shut up, Carole. Don't tell me you didn't see the way this little whore was enjoying it? She loved every frigging minute of it. She loved having those cocks jammed into her. Anyway she could, she was taking it. And she loved it. Christ, a cock-lover and a nigger-lover as well!

Let me tell you, Suzanne, I'd like to puke all over you right now."

Suzanne's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head helplessly; she was appalled by Yvonne's reaction.

"You're being ridiculous," said Carole staunchly. "Don't tell me you think Suzanne enjoyed what they did to her…?"

"Hah!" Yvonne's voice could be heard ten blocks away. "Hah!"

"Yvonne, listen to me," Suzanne said, her self-composure returning suddenly, despite the tears that were streaming down her face. "Yvonne, please! You're… you're not making sense."

"No, my girl, it's you who doesn't make sense. You came crying to Carole and me, saying how you'd been defiled and violated and all that shit, and here they're back, and you actually…" She paused, taking a deep breath.

"You actually said you'd like Donald. You showed them you wanted that little prick. And you enjoyed it, every goddamn fucking minute, whether it was Donald or those other two studs. Jesus, you're sick, that's all I can say."

Suzanne's temper rose. "Sick? Oh, so that's it now. I'm sick? What about you? Maybe if you had a big dick up your cunt more often, you wouldn't be the way you are."

"Suzanne!" It was Carole who cried out, her voice hurt and disbelieving. "You don't know what you're saying."

"No, it's Yvonne who doesn't know what she's saying. And she doesn't know what she's doing, either. She's a horny old dyke, but at least I'm a horny young girl who knows what feels best. Don't you accuse me of being sick, Yvonne. Sure I chose Donald, but you know why? Because he's tender and I knew he wouldn't hurt me as much as the others might. I knew I'd get something out of it, and I did. Donald is wonderful and I did enjoy what he did to me. But don't tell me I enjoyed the others.

You want to come over and see my bleeding asshole? I feel like a truck's been driven up my rear end."

"Yeah, and a truck'd probably fit," snapped Yvonne. "You're a little high-class whore, and I'm sorry I didn't realize it before. We've never had any problems with neighborhood kids before. You move in, and what happens? We get attacked and we can't do a thing about it. Well, I happen to have a few friends downtown, and I meant it when I said there'll be a patrol car outside this building. I'm going to make sure those three bastards get their asses thrown inside for one reason or another."