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Chapter 8

Patty was awakened from her drowsy state of completion by a steady shaking. She looked up through still drugged and sleepy eyes at the smiling face of Renault, who was bending over her, his hand still prodding her shoulder.

“C’mon, Patty, wake up. Wake up,” he said in a soft voice.

“Yes, Rick, I’m awake. What is it? More marijuana? It’s wearing off and I could use some more.”

“A little later, my dear. First, let’s go out in the garden.”

“The garden? Why there?” She sat up, trying to focus on the dim shape above her, moving her eyes around the bedroom. The others… Jessup and Laufgren, were gone now.

“Haven’t you ever fucked out in the open, Patty?" Renault asked solicitously. “It’s the best way I knew… under the stars, with only the trees and grass around… really back to nature, which is what sex is all about, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmmm,” Patty hummed, her thighs and nipples tingling at the idea. “Yes, it sounds like freedom itself. Let’s go out to the garden, lover, and screw each other into the earth.

Slowly she rose from the bed, her nakedness a delightful enhancement to the moment. Her pubic hair rippled and brushed against her thighs as she staggered uncertainly toward the door. Renault walked next to her, one hand kneading a breast, a nervous state of excitement making his lustful penis leap into full, throbbing erection. Patty fondled the cock as they continued out through the study and into the balmy night air, the cool ground making her toes contract and tingle. They sauntered into the oleanders, following a little path which wound among the shrubbery, lushly grassed clearing with a little fish pond and fountain at one end.

“Here,” he murmured in her ear. “Let’s fuck here.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pressed his nudity hard against her, rubbing hips and thighs together, bringing in the rush of openness, a deep tremor of real response from her.

Then she turned, and the sigh which was forming on her lips turned to an expression of shock. For out of the shadowed woods came, one by one, Harold, Pete, George, and Carter. Ugly leers of carnality contorted their drugged faces, and their bare bodies glistened with the sweat of recent perversity.

“What… what is this, Rick?”

“Surprise, Patty. A little surprise party of your very own.”

She heard snickers from the men, and her stomach began to clutch at itself with dread. The numbing influence of the smoking fled with the fear she suddenly experienced, and as she gaped at the surrounding circle of lust-excited males. Perhaps she could take them all on if she were still under marijuana, but now she was completely conscious! At last she managed to say to Renault, “Pl… please, Rick, I beg you, tell me what’s going on?”

“Sure,” Harold said, “tell her, Rick. It was your idea, after all.”

Renault shrugged nonchalantly. “Patty, my dear, you have to understand my position. You see, your friend Marcia was a little careless one evening, I’m afraid. She, ah, posed for some pictures.”

“Pictures? Marcia?”

“Yes. Here, see for yourself.”

For the first time, Patty noticed that Renault was carrying a brown manila envelope in his left hand, and he opened it and took out a set of full color glossy snapshots. One by one Renault handed the photos to Patty, making lewd comments with each one.

“I think there’s enough moonlight for you to be able to see the actions clearly. How’s this one, with her sucking a cock?”

She gasped as she saw Marcia’s mouth stretched wide over a man’s enormous shaft, her lips locked on it as though they were stitched to him. A ripple of sensation passed through Patty as she wondered who was the male with so big a penis as that, for it was much bigger than Frank’s or Val’s or any of the men’s assembled here. She flipped guiltily to the next one, which was of her friend sitting on a couch with her legs spread wide apart and she could see the man was kneeling between her thighs, his tongue clearly curling into the spread vaginal lips. And again, she could feel a slight involuntary moistness beginning in her own cunt and her hands began to shake as the emotions on Marcia’s face transmitted themselves to her own body.

“Look, Patty,” Renault added. “She’s really enjoying it, isn’t she?”

“Yes, yes she is,” Patty breathed as her eyes locked on yet another pose. Marcia was on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, clearly Val Robbins, his cock sunk all the way her open vagina. The camera angle was able to pick up the thick member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her cunt, with only a tiny portion of it showing wet and purplish. Marcia’s expression was one of depravity and ecstasy. Patty squirmed slightly, pressing her legs together to hold down the fire which was brewing deep in her loins.

“These are terrible, Rick,” she said hoarsely. “I’m sure Marcia never knew they were being taken, for she’d never consent to doing that in front of a camera.”

Renault took the pictures back and replaced them in the envelope. “True, she didn’t know. But the facts are they were taken, and I’ve been offered a considerable amount of money for them. Just think of the thousands of men; dirty, greasy old men masturbating in their fly-specked hotel rooms with a bottle of wine and these pictures. Your Marcia will be nationally famous, my dear!”

“But… what has that got to do with me?”

“These men have kindly decided to buy the pictures from me for the same amount I was offered. Each one is going to chip in a fourth, but in return, they each want you. Not singly, not over a period of time, but now, all at once, in an old fashioned gang-bang. I said you might do it… for your friend’s benefit.”

“You can’t be serious!” she flared. “You must be mad!”

“Well, if you really don’t want to, we won’t force you, but if you want to keep Marcia, poor, dumb Marcia, from such notoriety, then you’d best cooperate. Can you imagine what it would be like to have her husband get hold of this set? Say maybe from one of his buddies who happened to buy them?"

Patty’s blood boiled. She could have flung herself at Renault and scratched his eyes out, but then her thoughts went back to Marcia. She began to cool down a little as she considered the consequences of those pictures. Marcia would be ruined.

“You’re not exactly giving up anything, anyway, Patty,” Renault said. “After all, you’d probably get around to sleeping with each of these gentlemen sooner or later anyway.”

Patty moaned at his words, and tears of humiliation and sorrow began to roll down her cheeks. Renault’s words were all too true. She was little more than a prostitute lately, screwing any man who came along. She wasn’t worth saving, but Marcia was, and maybe this one act of evil might somehow result in good. She looked around at the clustered men, staring at their waiting nakedness and she was filled with overwhelming self-loathing.

She tried to speak, but words escaped her. Her tear-wet eyes again traveled over the assemblage, but no mercy was shown, and she realized that there was nothing she could do except submit: She was alone, and would probably be forced to let them fuck her even if she didn’t agree, and so silently she lowered herself to the soft earth arid arranged herself on her back, spread-eagled. She glanced up at the naked body of Rick Renault, who stood with his hand on his hips, his wrinkled penis erect and hovering menacingly, his hairy sac hanging like a water filled balloon at its base.

“All right,” she whimpered in a strange, defeated tone. “Do it to me. All of you, if that’s what you want!”

The men closed in, forming a tight circle above her, and she watched in wild-eyed agony as they bent over her to drink in the moonlit nakedness of her loveliness, their lust twisted faces unbelievable visages of desire. She could barely breathe with the air so filled with the pungency of their rigid genitals, and for a moment she thought she might faint from the odor, and hoped she would.

Renault started to kneel, his hands groping toward her breasts with a clawlike grab, but then Pete caught him and said, “Wait a minute, Rick.” His eyes were on Patty as he talked, beady with perversion and excitement. “You’ve had her before. We haven’t. Let me fuck her first.”

‘‘No, I…"

“Yes, Rick,” broke in Pete’s manager, Harold. “Let Fugazi go down on her first. I want to see her face when he does.”

“Yeah, let him have her,” chimed in Carter.

Renault grinned and stood up. “All right, big one. But leave some for the others, though.”

Patty froze in terror as the bald fighter dropped to his knees between her widespread thighs, his nose quivering and his lips licking at the feast of her sparsely fleeced loins. Then his head moved down between her spread thighs, and Patty moaned as she realized he was about to plunder her cunt in full view of everybody. Oh God, if only she had the marijuana maybe she could stand it, but not like this, not fully conscious, even she hadn’t sunk that low!

“Please… Pete… take me into the bushes. Don’t… do it here,” she pleaded up at him, tearfully.

Pete only chuckled crudely, and Harold egged him on by saying, “C’mon, boy. Can’t you see how bad she wants you? “Lick the little whore’s fucking honey-pot right now!”

A convulsive spasm jerked her body as his lips pressed against the naked plane of her open vagina. She cried out from his touch, but the sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, paralyzing her brain. His slobbering tongue lapped the pink, blood-pumped vulva, parting her pubic hair, snaking into the crack of her moist, protesting pussy.

A cheer went up from the spectators, and another shudder ran through Patty as he came in contact with her trembling clitoris. She felt his rough, knobby fingers clamp against her thighs and force them yet wider, and she looked down between her breasts at him, her eyes widened in terror at seeing him hunched on all fours like some ravaging beast. He came up for air and grinned lewdly at her, his mouth and cheeks one glistening area of wetness, and then he licked his lips and fell again on her defenseless crotch, devouring it as though it was a victim of a preying animal.

Patty tried to lie motionless, the grinning faces, the throbbing cocks around her all waiting their turn, gone from her vision as she blotted them out of her mind. But then Pete exposed her pink-tinged slit with his thumbs, bringing oohhs and aaghs and harsh, sucked-in breaths from the men and again she had to look, and again she saw him drop his head and bury the full length of his slippery tongue into the warm, throbbing walls of her pussy.

She ground her buttocks into the grass, whimpering wildly under his depraved assault. Then he nibbled the erect bud of her clitoris with his sharp teeth, drawing her tingling bud of eroticism into his mouth to suck on it and roll it around with his tongue. She cried out and with a horrified expression, she saw the nightmare of him rolling his head from side to side in her cunt, in time to the chants and clappings of the crowd who were clamoring for more.

It can’t be! It can’t be! she groaned over and over to herself in pagan humiliation, the moonlight streaming down to highlight her wretched predicament, to pinpoint the man who was flailing wildly into her cunt with his spearing tongue. Dear God! I have to fight this with all my might! I mustn’t succumb to myself, even though I must to them!

But as Pete’s sucking tongue snaked lizard-like into her straining cunt, burrowing like a jackrabbit in the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina, her betraying hips again for the second time tonight began to respond involuntarily, and a flickering fire of wanton emotion began to spark within her womb. Tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to purl down in her belly and her ripe breasts jiggled sensuously from the buffeting of her lower body. Fire was rapidly replacing revulsion… she had never felt so subjugated so debauched in all her life, even back there with three of them on her at once. And wasn’t this what she had hoped for when she came to the party? Demons danced wickedly along her skin, and her soft flesh quivered desperately to quell the searing, hot lashes which licked maddeningly at her naked body. And her desperate, subconscious cries of help to the Almighty went unheeded, the fire roaring out of control. She saw in blurred vision the head of Rick Renault nod in triumph at her lewd surrender, felt her fingers hook like talons around the gleaming skull of Fugazi, and felt a low, soul searing moan rasping from her dry throat.

She ground her cunt up to his face, pulling him over her in an attempt to get his cock to jam itself in her pussy, for his maddening lickings had made her want his penis like a woman possessed. And then Renault was there, his face above hers, his own cock jutting from his kneeling body above her. Forgotten was her debasement, her shame, her fears, for the devils danced and she needed but one thing now a cock… any cock… but cock it had to be! Renault grinned and he yanked Fugazi off her. “I want to fuck her, Pete. I’m going to cum right now, all over the place if I don’t shove it inside her.”

“Put in a stroke for me,” Fugazi growled, but he rolled aside and then Renault was on Patty, kissing her lips and nose and neck while her tongue slavered over his victoriously grinning face. Then she reached between them and guided his thin penis, its blood-filled head a questing rodent of its own, into the now gaping gorge of her cunt. He smashed down on her, making her emit a deep groan as her buttocks were ground hard down into the earth. He levered up, ramming his familiar cock as far as possible into her clasping, hungered vagina. His balls smacked loudly against her upturned ass, his hard, hairy stomach boring hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.

She strained against him, wanting more, much more of him inside that insane cuntal passage she possessed. “Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper, old man!” she screamed frantically. She clutched at the cheeks of his driving buttocks and drove his prick into her. “Oh Christ, you’re not enough!” she wailed. You’re not enough!”

The Laufgren brothers laughed at this, and jibbed Renault at not being man enough. Renault, his face contorted with a mixture of lust and fury, crammed his tongue into Patty’s mouth in an effort to compensate, the saliva drooling down her chin unheeded. Rabidly, she sucked on it, her body caught in the convulsive vortex of naked, raw passion. She could not, did not want to fathom why she was as venerous as this… but she was. Cock! Cock! That was all; she had to have cock!

She howled with frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow him greater access to her steaming, gyrating whirlwind of pussy, but he was unable to take full advantage. His lashing weapon drubbed her cunt mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain from him as his pelvis hammered her crotch with brutal, splattering drives, and then he came, groaning with the force of his ejaculation, the sperm drowning the walls of her savage vagina with the hot, scalding milk of his lust.

She bucked beneath him maddeningly trying to bring about her own release, but as he finished the spewing of his obscene seed, she cried out with the subsequent disappointment. Too soon! Too damned soon! She had almost been there, satisfying her tortured cunt, and the peak was within a minute of two of realization. She strained at his deflating rod until he pulled from her wetly clasping hole with a lewd slurping sound. She read fuzzily the surprised look on his face as he rose from her, and she kicked at him to get away, the fire raging uncontrollably.

Then she thrust her crotch in the air, moaning, “More! More!” tears of hunger streaming down her face. She gaped upwards at the night, the torment of her loins clouding any thought of escape. Then she saw Fugazi, the giant Italian fighter, standing like Thor above her, his mighty thunderbolt in his hands. He was stroking its shaft lightly, absolute slut perversion brimming his eyes, and Patty stared with fascination.

His cock was as large as a gargantuan salami, and about the same color. He grinned down at her, waving the hardened spectacle at her, his prick rearing from his thighs like a third leg. Groggily she estimated its size in yardage rather than inches, and the two sperm carrying containers below its base hung like sacks of cement. She was reminded of a giant cannon and two cannon balls ready to roar in belching flames of action.

She jerked her feasting eye from his cock and balls to once more stare up at the circle of faces, her mind dimmed in a manner she could not comprehend, and then she locked her eyes once more on Fugazi’s fantastic fulcrum. She gasped in terror, her mind unable to comprehend that… thing… inside her cunt.

“No… not that, Pete! You mustn’t! It isn’t true! You’re wearing something! That can’t be all yours!”

He laughed, long and hard, and said, “It’s mine, baby. And it’s going to be all yours in a minute, even if I tear you apart!"

The others came closer, leering, sneering, as if to get a bird’s-eye view of the marvel which they were about to see. The Laufgren brothers squatted on either side of her and grasped her ankles, holding them apart and steady. Her delicate, coral slit nestling in the pubic down flowered in full, unrestrained view as she struggled, opening and closing like a mouth of a gulping sea bass, and out of nowhere came a hand to pinch the nipple of her left tit, withdrawing as quickly as it attacked.

Fugazi positioned himself between her thighs, and then on his signal, the Laufgren brothers raised her ankles, bending them to her writhing body until they were doubled all the way back, her toes near her head, and she groaned from the pain. Her face was contorted with anguish, every muscle in her body feeling as though it was torn asunder, and the flat plane of her luscious, hair-covered pussy was presented in all its splendor to the kneeling throng.

Fugazi grinned down at her, as he had when he was sucking her cunt then with his lips bared back in a cry of plundering, his fine, white teeth glimmering in the moonlight, he began to stroke his immense cock with both hands as if in greedy preparation for the assault upon her helpless offering. His body swayed on his great knees, his skin sweat stained in a brilliant glow. He shuffled backwards awkwardly, his huge, bursting prick thrust toward Patty, quivering out of balance from the load of blood it carried like a top-heavy tree trunk.

Patty was awed, and the tremendous passion built up inside her lessened considerably as she gaped hysterically at the writhing torso of a penis. She stared through her splayed thighs, unable to drag her eyes from it. It mesmerized her like a snake to a flute.

Then, Fugazi jerked his loins, and she found that she was lifting her buttocks to meet him as if she were under some kind of hypnotic spell, searching with her gaping vagina the horrendous cudgel which was to tear her in two. She wanted him! All of him! She cringed in horror, but she had to have that cock!

The other men stared with unconcealed jealousy as the blue-veined monster nuzzled its head at the hungry opening between her legs, waggling for a moment as a stallion might, poking at the pink, rounded slit of flesh, gently opening the lips wider.

“Be easy, Pete,” she moaned breathlessly, “Oh for God’s sake, be easy!”

“Ram her, Pete,” yelled Renault in satyrical vengeance, gripping his own limp shaft tightly. “Marcia and Sylvia couldn’t take you, but that bitch can! She’s got the cunt for it, I know! Go on, ram it into her!“

Then, as if he was jumping off a hundred foot cliff into a canyon below, Fugazi leaped upon her, a wild cry of abandonment tearing from his throat: “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ssshhhhhhheeeeeeeiiiiiiiitttttttttttt.

Patty threw back her head and screamed insanely; “AAAAAAAhhhhg, God!” She tried to free her legs from the ruthless imprisoning, but Pete forced his chunky, expanding penis inside the quivering lips of her hair-covered cunt, brutally exploiting the stubborn, rubbery flesh almost to the ripping point. Patty wrenched at the hands which imprisoned her, kicking and squirming to escape this inhuman, agonizing impalement. But the men and Pete’s cock held her tight.

“Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhh! It’s too big! It’s splitting me in half! Stop! Stop!” She was certain her pussy lips were stretched wafer thin, and that her vaginal walls had collapsed from the insurmountable pressure of Pete’s hydraulic hammer. The pain seethed through her like electric charges of flesh-searing lightning.

Pete took a deep breath and leaned toward her, pushing in further…

“AAAARrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggg! Oh God, please take it out!“ she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The men around her tortured body leaned closer over her hot, perspiring form, their faces hanging agape as if hypnotized by her straining nakedness inches away from them. She was dimly aware of hands clutching and squeezing and massaging her breasts and fingers clawing over every part of her body like giant insects.

“Nooooo,” she sobbed, “Nooooo!” She was half hysterical with tears flowing in great gushes from her pain blinded eyes. Pete thrust again, plowing his giant cock into the deep furrows of her tightly resisting passage, pressing great waves of her pink soft cuntal flesh rippling before it. She quaked spasmodically as the gigantic rod plunged, her mind racing in frantic reasoning as the huge monster filled her, crushing her inner organs as it dug deeper and deeper into her quivering young belly. It seemed to fill her to her throat, tearing the very soul from her body, devouring her flesh as he flexed the colossus once, twice. Her life was being torn from her in mouthfuls of depraved sensuality, and there was nothing left but this horrendous cock fucking down between her legs.

With an earthquaking thud Pete’s pelvis crashed resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of her ass. His immense semen inflated sac swaggered with the effort his magnificent muscle lay imbedded deep inside her quivering cunt like the great rod of a stud bull. He stopped, holding still above her, knowing that he had hurt her, and he waited for her to become accustomed to the presence of his huge prick in her tormented belly, He watched her pain wracked face as she gnashed her teeth and bit her lip.

Then he flexed again and she groaned uncontrollably from deep inside and reclenched her teeth, the sound of the anguished girl less as the pain subsided in her hot throbbing lesion. He began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock into her naked cunt, stretching the still cringing wails of her vagina until he fit like a Goliathic sword in a Davidean sheath.

She raised her eyes, a deranged feeling of pride running through her at the idea of being able to accept all of Pete, as unbelieving faces stared at the pussy which was able to swallow the whole of the prick. She knew that they stared and why, and in her dazed, warped mind she also made out the lewdly rubbing hands as they caressed her ass cheeks and fingered her stretched pussy where Pete was stuck. She felt a fingertip probe of her anus, beneath the soft, swaying bags of his testicles, flirting teasingly with the defenseless hole like a dog tongue. She winced as the finger probed, suddenly popping inside the tight sphincter ring to worm its way through the spongy passage inside, enlarging the rectum until the palm of the invading hand rested against her buttocks and the entire digit was buried securely within the puckered, pulsating hole.

Pete commenced a racking, saw-like motion in and out of Patty’s moist, flesh-filled pussy, plunging piteously from the crest of his withdrawal and ramming her agony strewn body mercilessly against the finger in her asshole. The two foreign objects which had violated the sanctity of her femininity became a dual fucking team, the massive cock and the probing finger raising whimpers and whines of passion from her mouth as they kept up the obscene cadence with their duo rhythm. Her torture was changing to a strange sensation of tingling joy as the outrageous defilement and subjugation aroused the full masochistic feelings she had withheld.

Her strong hips began to gyrate with unanticipated movements in an abandoned harmony with the ever increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking her. Hands from the circle of admirers groped to help while faces leered down at her with hungered expressions.

“AAAAaaaahhhhhhh.” she heard herself yell, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she whimpered piteously. “Oh God yes! Fuck me this way!” she mewled, writhing her body lustfully amidst the clutching hands and fingers which crawled over her vibrant flesh everywhere. Hands were beating their master’s cocks to the same beat of her fucking… large ones… small ones… fat ones… she was in a penis paradise, and all the time the most magnificent of them all was imprisoned in her cunt, hungrily screwing itself with each growing thrust like an immense, oversized gourd.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” she cadenced as the delicious assault of her asshole and cunt continued, “Don’t ever stop! Don’t ever stop!" She was strapped between their battering lust like an animal ensnared. Her mind reeled and she rotated her upthrusted ass higher and higher as she endeavored to keep pace with the twin shafts of flesh pummeling into her like an automized fucking machine.

Then she felt someone seize her hand and place a cock in it, pressing her fingers snugly around it. She began to jerk and stroke it in mutual tempo, while Pete’s huge prick drubbed her throbbing pussy and the finger pulsated in her heaving anus. Then another penis was put into her left hand… she had cocks, cocks everywhere!

Suddenly Pete rolled his eyes moronically around their sockets and he cried out in a guttural wail. His heavy balls began to force gush after gush of his hot, thick sperm deep into her constricted womb. “No! No! Wait! Wait!” she yelled at him, but again it was too late. She tried to stop his stream by grinding her seething crotch up against his pelvis tightly, but the very nature of her sucking movement defeated her purpose. The desperate grasping of her unsatiated cunt milked him dry, the final dregs of his vast load of cum gurgling deep within her distended belly.

The Laufgren brothers loosened their hold on Patty’s legs and pulled Pete off her still writhing body. A sticky trail of white cum stretched from his uselessly drained and deflating cock across the milky whiteness of her naked thighs, only to be broken as Harold thrust himself upon her, cradling his stiff penis in her squirming cunt like a jackhammer.

Patty jerked upwards to meet him animalistically, his face a blurred nonentity above her as she struggled wildly to achieve the climax she had so far been denied.

“Christ!” Renault exclaimed, his voice only faintly registering in her passion-crazed brain, “Look at her Fuck!”

“You were right, Rick, you sure as hell were right!” came the unmistakably lewd voice of Carter Laufgren.

A shudder of wanton delight surged through her raw, nerve tingling body as their obscene words were heaped upon her helplessness. Her breasts heaved and quivered, and she surged against Harold with her hardened nipples like they were sharp buttons on a skintight coat… until her insane fucking came to a tidal wave cresting, and a searing, indescribable elation roaring through her madly rotating loins, the lips of her hair-lined cunt working and grabbing at his penis, her breath rasping in short, gasps as the lightning bolt of her orgasm jolted her from the top of her skull down to her toenails.

“OOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhh Ggggggggooooooodddddddd!” she wailed, “I’m ccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!” She rapped the cocks in her hands, and they spewed forth their jets of viscid fluid over her hotly naked breasts and belly, dribbling down her ribs and sides like melted vanilla ice cream.

Harold came, his plunging shaft pouring its lust driven load into her quaking womb, and as soon as he was off her, another mounted her, and then another as Patty wallowed in the lewd, mucid pools of their sperm, chastising and debasing herself in her maniacal arousal, her mind a befogged mass of unintelligible cerebration.

Then they ordered her to get on her knees, and they grabbed impatiently at her hips to help. Her head reeled as she got on all fours, and then she felt the first body kneeling behind her open thighs, and she waggled the stretched orbs of her ass as the blunt end of the invader’s cock rammed into the sperm-soaked gash of her cunt. She heard him groan and then thrust again, shoving her forward.

Carter had knelt in front of her and shoved his still wet, semen splattered cock into her gaping mouth, and then he held her head by her hair, and sawed her face savagely. She gagged as he rammed his tool to the back of her throat, her ovalled lips brushing the short, wiry hair of his groin, his balls slapping harshly against her chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the outstroke of his cruel buffeting.

The two men pummeled her body between them, and once more the lustful mental vision of her helplessness made her more excited. The desire deep inside her belly became a rabid torrent once more and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a circulating movement, constricting with her cunt muscles at the hot, fleshy, pole burrowing into her. She wanted to exploit it to the limit, to saturate her womb with boiling cum until it spluttered out of her glutted cunt to rivulet down her thighs in a thick, hot mass of sheer sexual abandonment. She sucked insatiably at the stubby penis in her mouth, her cheeks concaving and her tongue swirling. She stabbed the dilated orifice where the sperm would soon be shooting, and she wanted the juice to pour down her gullet and warm her entrails until she was drenched with sperm inside and out.

She got her wish!

At the same time her second climax started, the cock fucking her dog fashion bulged into a crescendo and spurting its creamy hot charge, splashing and shooting violently against her cunt walls, then drizzling back out of her to drip from her saturated vaginal hair. His balls massaged her clitoris causing her to jerk forwards, submerging the prick she was sucking to its very hilt. It roared with sudden discharge, flooding her mouth and throat with the deliciously pungent liquid, bloating her cheeks. She swallowed fast and greedily, clasping her lips together in a tight ring around the prick so as to not lose a single drop. Still, some of his cum managed to dribble down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, snakelike motion to salvage the strings of sticky semen as the limp penis pulled free of her lips with a wet, sucking sound.

Patty skewered her ass back savagely onto the still spurting cock in her cunt and with a wail from between her gnashing teeth, she felt her own body explode in a burst of showering stars. Her body writhed in the racking, agonizing ecstasy that sent her whirling madly into outer space. Then she felt the clouds roll over her and she fell forward on her face and merciful oblivion overtook her.