Heather Brown - The rape girls

Gilda knew she couldn't go on like this much longer without him coming, realizing that he regarded her mouth as a convenient vessel to shoot his wad into. He would probably throw her out like a used scumbag after he came, possibly before the others had a chance to get into the room.

Gilda's fears were realized when he cried, "I'm getting ready to come! Suck me! Stick your finger up my ass!"

When Gilda looked at him with perplexed eyes, her mouth jammed with cock, he repeated himself.

Gilda continued the suction on his prick, and, as ordered, she slid her index finger between the cheeks of his ass and felt for his asshole. Inserting her finger into the tight orifice, she felt his sphincter muscles grasp solidly around her knuckle.

The throbbing and shuddering now racking Newman's groin told Gilda that he was going to come, and she prepared herself to receive the full brunt of his cum. Briefly she wondered if a man with a small prick ejaculated more or less semen than a man with a huge cock.

Then, as the head of his cock scraped the roof of her mouth with a final bullying thrust, Gilda looked up from Newman's sweaty groin to see where the noise by the window was coming from. She saw a dark figure that was unmistakably Kitty on the other side of the glass.

They were here at last, and the only question now was whether Newman would come in her mouth before the others were securely in the room. Gilda kept on sucking, resigning herself to accept a full load of sticky, acrid sperm.

But Kitty was an old hand at getting into places where she wasn't supposed to be. She got the window open and was inside the room.

"Spit it out," Kitty called to Gilda. "Don't let him come in your mouth!"

Newman looked around with a startled expression on his face, stammering, "What… what the hell…" However, his cock and balls were so engorged with hot blood, so stimulated by the maddening friction given them by Gilda's sucking and tongue-fucking, that they discharged their heavy load of hot, sticky cum.

Just as Gilda expelled his prick from her mouth, his pelvis shot upward and his cock twitched violently, shooting out a long jet of creamy sperm that lofted through the air past the end of the bed and splashed on the front of Gilda's blouse.

Gilda looked down and saw the thick semen sliding down the front of her and frantically tried to brush it off, the gooey slime sticking to her fingers. As she stepped forward to wipe it off with the bedspread, she looked up in time to see Kitty bound onto the bed and straddle Newman's chest so he couldn't move, the hem of her skirt flying up so that the crotch of her sheer panties was against his face.

Kitty grabbed Newman around the throat and began choking. Kimberly and Jennifer were through the open window now and in the room watching Kitty subdue Newman.

"Don't choke him so hard he blacks out," Kimberly said. "We want him to be awake for what we're going to do to him."

Jennifer was just standing there staring at the cock of the world's leading sex symbol, her mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ," she finally muttered, moving closer to get a better look. "Will you look at the size of that puny prick. God, my little brother had one that big when he was ten."

"Shhh," Gilda said, suddenly recovering her sense of humor now that her friends were with her.

"Don't say that too loud, he thinks his cock's a beauty. You'll hurt his feelings."

"Is that right, Mr. Movie Star?" Kitty said, thrusting her crotch into his face as she shouted in his ear.

Newman's movie-star tan faded to a white as he blanched. The smell from Kitty's pussy, spread in front of him and, shielded by only the flimsy panties, the odor filled his nose. In his confusion Newman thought he was being attacked by her cunt, and when Kitty choked him his addled brain imagined deliriously that her pussy was somehow throttling him as its odor suffocated him with its musky scent. "I think our Mr. Motherfucking Movie Star is ready to say uncle," Kitty said from her perch on top of him. "We better get busy or he's gonna faint on us."

"Impossible," Kimberly said sarcastically. "Why, in his last movie I saw him single handedly clean up an entire tribe of Indians without batting an eyelash. How could he be afraid of four sweet young things like us?"

"Maybe he's queer," Jennifer giggled.

"Maybe he's afraid of niggers," Kitty laughed.

"I think he can't take it now that we've all seen his pathetic-looking prick," Gilda said. "Maybe he's afraid we'll run and tell Rona Barrett."

"Well, maybe we can help him out," Kimberly said. "You know, maybe sort of rearrange things for him… down there."

"What are you getting at?" Gilda said. "What are you going to do to him?"

Kimberly reached into her handbag and extracted a flat metal object, the room light sparkling oil its spotless chrome surface. "This," she said triumphantly.

"This?" Gilda said, puzzled. "What do you mean? What's that thing in your hand?"

"A scalpel."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Castrate him, what else?"

Gilda was shocked into silence. She looked around at the others and searched their faces. They flashed smug smiles back at her.

"You just watch, honey," Kimberly said to Gilda. "You've already done the dirty work, now you get to enjoy the fun."

Gilda backed off all the way to the wall where she braced herself against the plaster. She watched Kitty tighten her grip on the sniveling superstar as Jennifer walked toward the end of the bed and grabbed his ankles.

Kimberly walked majestically toward Newman, lazily flicking the scalpel through the air like a magic wand. Standing over Newman, she contemplate the V of his splayed legs, gazing down at his prick, now covered with cum. She cupped the cock with her free hand, holding it up by its shriveled head at a right angle from his shrunken balls.

Newman tried to flinch, to shy away, but he was too well contained by Kitty from above and Jennifer at his ankles.

"I want your prick to be stiff when I lop your balls off," Kimberly said, squeezing his flaccid prick. "I want you to remember the last erection you're ever going to have."

Kimberly leaned over and took the tiny cock in her mouth and began sucking, engulfing its small dimensions with warm saliva, teasing it with her tongue. Newman was so terrified that even her sucking didn't get his cock up, and Kimberly had to resort to extreme measures. She placed her fingers between his balls and asshole and started pushing and rubbing his prostate gland, forcing his dick into erection as she vigorously massaged his five-inch cock.

Newman lay in agony, trying with all his will power to avoid having an erection, but feeling his cock uncontrollably growing as Kimberly continued to massage his prostate and manipulate the shaft and head of his prick with her lips and educated tongue. Finally, her sucking and rubbing conquered his prick, and his cock stood straight out from his loins, twitching and glistening from Kimberly's saliva.

Kimberly cupped his balls in her hand, lifting them from his groin so that the brownish skin and few scraggly hairs on their underside were visible. As his cock continued to throb, she deftly touched his balls with the scalpel, and in the twinkling of an eye sliced into the loose skin attaching Newman's balls to the root of his prick. The cutting edge of the scalpel slid through the last fold of skin like a butcher knife going through warm butter.

Newman tried to scream in pain, but Kitty's pussy completely engulfed his mouth and all that could be heard was some muffled rumbling in his chest and squeaking in his throat. His erect prick twitched spasmodically in the air and then expelled the last load of sperm it would ever spurt, arcing a white glob of cum which landed on his upper leg.