Charity remembered little of the ride to Ray's house; her mind was in a complete whirl, her thoughts entering and leaving in rapid order, her confusion complete, her emotions turned topsy-turvy with her new concern, not only for herself but for Donnie as well. She did know that there was some truth in what Ray had told her; however, she was not sure what the attitude of the law was toward incest. She just knew that it was wrong… and that somehow she and Donnie had been exposed. Dear God! Perhaps he had only guessed… or jumped to a conclusion, a conclusion that had been correct; then he had merely played a bluff. God! What if he's bluffing!
It was a ray of hope. She turned to him and said, "Ray… y-you don't h-have any proof… just hearsay…"
He grinned over at her, confidently, eyes hooded, "You want to bet on that…? Or do you want me to name the time and place?"
"N-No…"
She dropped back into her inner absorption, the maelstrom of her thoughts giving her little comfort, and she didn't notice when they passed Donnie's motorbike parked at the curb a block away from Ray's house.
Donnie, sitting on the curb, watched Donahue's van pass with Charity in the passenger's seat. He whistled through his teeth. Christ! I didn't think he could do it! I wonder what he laid on her?
Morosely, he sat waiting for another five minutes before mounting the cycle and riding the short distance to Ray's parents' home. The house was a California ranch style, set back from the street, low and long, sandwiched between two Victorian houses. Obviously, one of the old homes had been torn down to be replaced with the modern house.
Parking the van in the triple garage, Ray ushered Charity into the affluence of his parents' home. The quality and obvious expense was reflected in the furniture and accessories.
A few moments before, when she had dismounted from Ray's van, she had had a terrific impulse to break away from him and run… run for her life, but his firm grip on her arm had dissuaded her. Now, as she looked around at the costly surroundings, seeing at the same time, the gangly, long-haired youth in his sub-culture garb of jeans, boots, fringed leather jacket and beads, she couldn't help but wonder what it was, in him, that made him want to reject it all.
Charity sank down onto a soft couch and ran her fingers over the richly sculptured material. "I-It's beautiful!" she said. "Such a l-lovely home…"
The sneer on his face surprised her, as he said with derision, "It's only money, doll… but, like my old man doesn't know what to do with it!"
"Wh-What do you mean…?"
His voice was harsh. "Things!" he spat. "He's just like all the rest! He doesn't give a fuck about people!"
"A-and you… you care about p-people…?" she trembled. "… But I-I get the idea y-you're trying t-to use me… like I was… a thing…!"
Ray stood on wide-spread legs before her, his face livid, "You're a smart little bitch!" he grated.
The door chimes sounded. He left her to go to the door, grunting, "I wonder who in hell this could be…?" His grin was barely concealed from her; he knew it would be Don Scott, her ever-loving brother.
"Don!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. "Come in… join the party!"
"Party…? What party?" Don asked, going along with Ray.
"Like, you know… there's three of us, now! Charity's here!"
"Charity…?" He walked in, feigning surprise, "What are you doing here?"
She sprang to her feet, shock and surprise on her mobile face. "Donnie!"
"Yeah… it's me…" He sat down, sprawling carelessly.
She stood there, in utter confusion, looking from one to the other of them, stupidly, feeling as though she should say something to explain why she was there. Her open, innate honesty compelled her to say, dully, "He kn-knows…"
"K-knows what?"
"A-About us?" she answered, miserably.
"Like crap!" Donnie spat, looking hard and mean at Ray, who stood watching them, a slight sneer on his face. "You want to split, Char? If you do… we'll do it now!"
Charity heard his offer to take her away, but the fear of exposure, the possibility of publicity – friends and classmates at school learning of their depravity, the scandal of it rocking the town, the attendant gossip, the stares, the jibes and the innuendoes – plus the fact that both she and Donnie would be placed in Juvenile Hall, if a word of it got out to people in authority, such as the district attorney, made her hesitate. He doesn't understand! Dear God! I don't want anything like that t-to happen to m-me… and most of all I-I don't want anything to happen to Donnie! What can I do…?
"I-I can't, Donnie… I just c-can't! Don't you understand?" she sobbed, hot tears beginning to glisten in her eyes.
"Okay, Char… you know what you want to do," he told her, but Donnie knew that in letting her follow the course she had chosen, he had, almost literally, given her to Ray Donahue. His eyes bored into Ray's, as he swiveled to look at the tall boy. He went on, "I don't know what you laid on her Ray… but you must have come on pretty strong! What's next in this farce of yours?"
"Well… for starters… how about some drinks? My old man's got one of the best stocked bars in town!"
"Make mine Scotch on the rocks!" Donnie said, trying to appear worldly and man-about-townish.
"I-I don't want anything t-to drink…" she said. Her voice was small, frightened.
"I'll make a special one for you," Ray leered. "I know you'll like it… after you've tried it!"
"Is it a-alcoholic…?"
"Yeah… it's got a little… but it's more like a punch," he assured, as he went to mix for them.
He brought drinks; Scotch for him and Don… and a slightly green-tinted milky looking drink for Charity. Ray raised his glass and said, mockingly, "Well, since we're playing square… drinking, instead of toking up… here's looking up yours!"
Charity sipped. It tasted good, but she didn't know what it was. She was going to ask, decided against it and drank from the glass. The liquid slid down her throat, easily, and was not at all unpleasant. There was a slight warmth from the alcohol, but not enough to alarm her. She had seen too much of her father's drunkenness. A long time ago, she had decided that indulgence in drinking would not be for her. This drink was different. It didn't seem to be at all strong.
Flopping carelessly into a soft chair and flinging his boots onto the surface of the beautifully inlaid coffee table, Ray watched her, narrowly, as he sucked on his own drink. If I can get another one of those down her… she'll be fucking like a mink! Christ! I can hardly wait…! But, I'll have to play it cool… cool as hell!
He flipped through some of the long-play records stacked on top of the stereo unit at his elbow, selected a driving, hard rock, put it on the spindle and started the machine. The driving twang of the guitars and the high, nasal vocal thundered into the room through a special hi-fi speaker system.
Charity listened and sipped at her drink; before she knew it she had finished it. In a few moments, Ray thrust another at her, a big friendly grin on his face.
"No, thank you," she said, politely.
"We're having another round, too… you might as well drink up…" He left the pernod on the coffee table before her.
A few moments later, she reached for the drink, automatically. She hated to let it go to waste. Sipping steadily she was more than halfway through the second drink when it hit her. There was a warmth in her belly, seeming to exude to all parts of her body… and there was a certain headiness, an almost giddy feeling. More important, though, she felt glowing warmth in her loins, and she shifted her position. Strange! She hadn't felt it before! God! What was that stuff? Is it s-some kind of… sex drug… something that would make people do it?
Abruptly, she set the glass down, a wild, cornered look appearing in her eyes. "Ugh!" she said aloud.
"What's with you, doll… I thought you liked that drink?" Ray Donahue asked.
"I-It tastes good… but I think there m-must be something in it… something strong that sneaks up on you!" She felt a sudden weakness in her knees as she tried to stand up.
Instantly, the tall youth was beside her, steadying her; he leered down at her, as he slipped a sinewy arm around her waist. "That was pernod you had… it's almost as good a turn on as pot!" he explained.
"I-I don't understand…?"
"I mean you're just about ready to fuck! That stuff works… almost every time!" he gloated.
"Oh, n-no…" she said weakly. Somewhere in that morass of confused thinking that had been hers for some time, now, she had thought that if she must go through with the sex thing with this vile, young monster, perhaps, she could do it with no involvement. Now, even that dim hope was smashed. She had been tricked into drinking something that was an aphrodisiac; pernod, he had called it. Dear God! Now, I won't be able to help myself… at a-all! I-I'll be completely at his mercy!
Don Scott had been pretty sure that it was absinthe pernod that Ray had given his sister. He knew very little about it himself, except the fact that it had been outlawed almost every place in the world. "Where'd your old man get that stuff, Ray?"
"Connections, man! You got money… you can get anything!" Ray bragged.
Vaguely, then, for the first time, Donnie began to see his friend in a different light, and he began to wonder: Damn! He's playing both sides… making out like he's one of us… talking about going on the street, but hanging on to what he's got going for him here! Christ! I'll bet when the time comes to split he'll run like hell the other way!
Don watched with more than a little interest, the scene that was transpiring before his very eyes, for now, quite obviously, his sister was reacting to the effects of the drink. Ray's arm around her waist shifted now to turn her to face him, his other arm going around her, drawing her up tight to him, the obvious bulge of the erection under his jeans pressing into her belly, and unbidden, Don realized that his own penis lurched with desire.
As Ray gathered her into his arms, plastering her loins to his, and she became aware of the warmth and the bulk of his hardness against her, she stiffened as though she had been drenched in ice-cold water; her body arched back away from him, her hands pushing, futilely, against his chest in an attempt to escape his embrace.
"No… n-no… this is crazy! I-I can't… let you…!" Her eyes swept the room, desperately. Donnie was there. She looked at him, pleadingly, "Don… D-Donnie… please…"
"Hell… Char… you made up your mind to stay…" he said.
He could have said something different; there was even the possibility that he could have taken her away, but something perverse in him wanted to see his sister trapped, seduced. His own desire for her was too great. Christ! He had to have her, too!
"Don't make such a big scene out of it, doll! It's going to happen… no matter what… so stop fighting it!" Ray leered down into her face, still holding her tight to him.
Suddenly, then, she realized there was nothing she could do. Donnie had refused to help her; he was willing, almost, it seemed to her, to stand by and watch her humiliation and debasement. She stopped struggling and slumped against him, helplessly. Dear God! What have I done…? Her mouth fell open in disbelief that her brother could do this dreadful thing to her.
Then, she felt Ray's searching hands upon her body, moving from her waist to cup and massage the rounded firmness of her buttocks through her light skirt. Her face flamed with shame and embarrassment as his long, lean hands moved intimately over her tense, fear-stricken body. Desperately, she tried once again, "P-Please… let m-me go…"
"Not a chance! You're going to get fucked, now… whether you want to or not! I'm so Goddamned hot I can't wait to get between those hot looking legs of yours!" he grunted, leaning down to capture her mouth with his own.
Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his greater strength, and his lips closed on hers, engulfing her soft, moist lips completely, his tongue lashing between her lips and against her teeth lustingly. He held her tight against him with one hand while the other searched for the zipper of her skirt, found it, unfastened and zipped it down, giving the waistband a tug and moving away from her, momentarily, to allow her skirt to fall to the floor around her ankles. Quickly, then, he clasped her close, his mouth welded to hers, his hot hands digging into the rounded hemispheres of her firm young buttocks that were covered, now, only by a wisp of white nylon panty. Tighter yet, he forced his pelvis against her, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his erection hard and unresisting against the softness of her belly. She could feel it outlined there long and hard… and, to her complete surprise an uncontrollable tremor of desire rippled through her.
My God! Something… something entirely unwanted was happening inside her. She was actually feeling ungovernable little sensations of sexual excitement that seemed to alternate with those other feelings of shame and repulsion at his demanding hands and mouth upon her. Momentarily, again, she tried to resist him, attempting to pull away, but as she opened her mouth to shout out negative words, to scream, if necessary, his tongue pillaged her mouth, slipping past the barrier of her teeth to joust with her mobile lingual member. Galvanic sensations shot through her, and she relaxed into his arms, her mouth beginning to suck, her own tongue searching for more of the essence of his lustful mouth.
"Oh… oh… oh…!" she moaned, as he drew her unresisting body down to the soft cushions of the davenport, a sinewy hand covering a full, up-tilted breast, instantly, to massage and tantalize.
Ray broke the contact of their kiss, and as he pushed her back on the cushions, smiled down at her, a smile of pure lust, his hands never leaving her for a moment. His voice was a dry croak. "Can't help it… can you?"
Dumbly, she looked up at him, lost in the morass of sensations that surged in her.
He went on, "Damn… you're really hot… hot enough to fuck, right now!" Leaning back, he fumbled with his belt to loosen it.
Watching them from across the room, Don cut in, "Hell… why don't you take her in the bedroom? This is no place for this scene, man!"
The gangly youth looked up at the girl's brother; he had almost forgotten his presence. "Yeah… okay…" Swiftly, he stood to his feet, leaned down and picked Charity up, lightly; with seemingly effortless ease he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Don had anticipated his choice and went into the room ahead of them; quickly, he stripped the coverlet and blankets from the bed, tossing them, carelessly, to a small slipper chair.
For an instant, the auburn-haired girl stiffened in his arms, resistingly, but as she saw that Don was now helping by preparing the bed for her further debasement, she collapsed into herself, an inkling of understanding coming to her. Dear God! Donnie wants me… t-too! Her thought was confirmed by the tremendous bulge she saw in her brother's jeans. N-No… no! Not both of them at the same time! OOOoooh, my God!
The insane idea ricocheted inside her skull, the monstrous thought almost more than she could bear. It's impossible! I-I can't… not with my own brother… a-again! I v-vowed it would n-never… never h-happen… again!
… But, Ray's hands, his tongue, exploring her mouth… and the pernod had set her whole being aflame with sensual desire. As she lay in the middle of the big bed, now, where the tall youth had place her, she looked up at the two boy-men, dumbly, her eyes eloquently pleading for mercy; then, uncontrollably and in spite of her revulsion, she raised her knees, and began to rub her thighs together. It was a completely unconscious action.
Now, Ray eased his lanky frame down onto the bed, reached down and pulled off his boots, dropping them, heavily, to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slight movement of her thighs and the slightly undulating roll of her hips.
One of his long-fingered hands reached out to her leg and moved down the soft, warmth of her inner thigh… moved slowly and inexorably along the sculpted column toward the white crotch band of her nylon panties that barely covered her pussy area. She felt it, intensely, anticipatingly, but there was still in her some vestige of resistance. With a moan, she straightened out her legs flat on the bed, trapping his hand between her tightly tensed thighs and the sheet-covered mattress.
He extracted his hand and glowered at her, "What's with it, doll… getting touchy, now?"
"P-Please… Ray… Donnie…" she begged, "p-please don't…" Her head swiveled between them, pleadingly.
Donnie, lounging on the foot of the bed, watching her closely, said, gruffly, "It's too late, Char! Christ… I'm getting hot for you, too!"
Her piercing wail keened sharply in the room. "Noooo!"
"Why not?" Don asked. "After all… we've already…"
She wanted to tell him, desperately, that she didn't trust Ray Donahue. "He m-might…" she began.
"Might what…?"
"T-Tell on u-us… anyway…"
Her brother looked over hard and deadly at the other youth, "Not one word, Ray… not one, because we're both going to be in on the act, now! I'm going to fuck her, too!"
It hadn't worked the way she thought it would. Everything had taken a different turn. Now, it was out in the open; Donnie had just said it… said that he wanted to… Dear God! What can I do…?
The feeling of overwhelming aloneness and helplessness was strong in her. She had been drugged… and her brother had been a party to it. She was desolate… and betrayed, again!
Then, Ray hissed down at her, "And no more of that stupid yelling! Christ… we don't want the neighbors thinking the wrong things!"
Turning away, he stood up, finished unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them from his long legs. His shirt and undershirt followed; then, with tantalizing slowness he slipped his jockey shorts over his hips to release his lancing hardness to her surprised gaze.
Charity didn't want to look at it; she tried to tear her eyes away from it, but the length of his hardened member, standing out from his hairy loins held a perverse fascination for her… and yet there was also revulsion for the things she knew now that the male organ was capable of doing. She had forgotten, temporarily, the exploding orgasm she had experienced with Donnie. Oh, my dear God… he's so huge! Sudden fear quivered in her. God! She had to get out of there! Run! Get out of that beautiful, soft bed… and run… far away!
… But, she was paralyzed, as Ray leaned over her, stretched out his hand and began to slither it up and down the smooth flesh of one trembling leg, moving it ever upward, until his hand brushed teasingly over her nylon-encased pubic hair, allowing the contact to linger, perceptibly, the light, tantalizing pressure against the vibrant flesh of her delicate, inflamed vagina. She closed her eyes to blot out the obscene vision of him, attempting with all her strength to get herself under control.
Hands began to unbutton her blouse, a different pair of hands. Donnie! Donnie was undressing her, now. Opening her tightly closed eyes, she looked up with disbelief into his smiling ones, noting at the same time that he had removed some of his clothing, also. He was naked from the waist up.
"Oh, D-Donnie… please… d-don't…" she mumbled.
For answer, he flipped open her blouse, lifted her upper body, brusquely, and stripped the garment from her; then, he unhooked her bra, deftly removing it with swift motions and flung it toward the modernistic double dresser along the wall where it joined her blouse. Lowering her back to the bed, a low moan of desire coming from his lust-distorted mouth, he sprawled beside her, avid hands grasping for the mounding firmness of her breasts, his mouth finding and engulfing a spiky, berry-like nipple to suck and nibble.
His hands on her tender flesh were, at once, cruel and inciting, as he clawed at them, feeling the silky smoothness of their firm, young womanliness.
"God…" he said, mouthing his words around the puckering areola of her hardened nipple, "You're something else, Char!"
She should have felt revulsion for what he was doing; her sense of decency, of right and wrong was not completely destroyed yet. She knew it was wrong… she had vowed that it would never happen, again, but the slashing sensuousness that arced in her as he massaged her breasts and sucked on a nipple was too much for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him; the fiery rapture being generated down between her thighs, aided by the pernod caused her to undulate her breasts up to him, offering them to her own brother, while below, her hips began to move in tiny salacious circles. Her desire was, for the moment, in supreme command.
Charity moaned aloud, "OOooh! Oh, Donnie… oh, my God! D-Donnnnniiiiiee!"
Then, while her brother was sending ecstatic thrills stampeding through her, as he shifted his voracious mouth to the other breast, below, she felt Ray grasp the waistband of her panties, and with one slow teasing movement roll them down over her hips and trembling legs. They were her last protection; now, they were gone, and she lay naked and ashamed on the bed, her lovely nudity even more of a sexual goad to the two boys.
Now, she felt Ray ease himself down on the bed and stretch out beside her, his warm, sinewy body pressing up close to her. He was lying on his side, she knew, because the hardness of his erect maleness pressed into the white smoothness of her thigh. Dear God! It's so hot… and hard!
When Ray lay down beside her, his hands still roaming over her body, at will, Donnie left her breasts, momentarily, and Ray sought her luscious mouth with his own. He took her in his arms and kissed her, deeply, probing' with his tongue, until she responded, opening her mouth to him, her own oral member intertwining with his. His rampant, hardened cock was trapped between them; suddenly, she felt it jerk against her thigh, and there was a sensation of wetness there. It must be a tiny drop of semen from his excitement, she thought hazily. At that instant, she had to repress a sudden desire to reach down between them to grasp it… to feel its virile hardness. N-No… no… I-I can't! I can't give in to them completely! Oh God, how did I-I get into this?
The bed sagged as her brother stretched out on the other side of her. She knew by the contact of his body as he pressed up against her that he, too, was now completely naked. She could feel, distinctly, the outline of his rock-hard penis made on her own warm thigh.
Charity just couldn't believe it; this couldn't be happening to her. What was left of her reasoning mind tried, halfheartedly, to sort out her confused thoughts. She could find no solution. She was hopelessly trapped, and there seemed to be no way out for her. Unwittingly, her own fears… and the pernod had brought her to this complete impasse.
Anxious, now, his passion growing each moment, Ray raised his head, surrendering her lips and leaned up on an elbow. Almost on the instant, Donnie's lips were on hers replacing Ray in the deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues jousted, momentarily, before his lingual member snaked deeper into her mouth.
Her whole body was a mass of libidinous sensation as she lay on her back between the two naked, virile boy-men their stiff cocks on either side pressed up hard against the warm, smooth, milk-white flesh of her shapely thighs. Again, Ray's hands roamed at will over her lush, young womanliness, seeking all the female contours of her curvaceous body, and against her will, she found herself, perversely, enjoying having this strange boy's hands move so provocatively on her now defenseless nakedness.
The sudden, moist warmth of Ray's mouth on her sensate breasts made her start with surprise. As she jerked away, turning her head to break the kiss, a small groan escaped her, "Oh… OOooh!" Then, her brother was whispering in her ear, reassuring her, "It's all right, Char… everything's going to be okay! I'm here with you… and I won't let anything bad happen to you…"
"Oh… D-Donnie…" she whispered back, "I-I'm s-scared… a-and I-I d-don't want to… to d-do it…!"
"We're all past the point of no return! It's going to happen! It's got to happen now! You're going to get fucked like you've never imagined… by both of us at the same time!"
"NOOooo…! Oh, my God… no… D-Donnie… I-I don't want to be a-a gangbang!"
He recaptured her mouth, effectively stopping her outcry, his tongue probing her oral cavern, hungrily, and she could feel the moist warmth of Ray's lips on her sensitive breasts, the nipples spiking out hard under his stroking hand, their areolas puckering pinkly as he sucked them up into his mouth, alternately.
Arcingly, the high-voltage passion ignited in her by Ray's hands and mouth, and the deepness of Don's searching kiss was being built up in her, unbearably. The searching mouth on the sensate mounds of her white, velvety breasts was driving her wild with insane desire. It seemed that there was no resisting the slashing, electric fire that had begun to run rampant and unchecked through her belly and aroused loins.
With a conscious act of will, she pressed her thighs tightly together again in an effort to deny the heightening desire that seared her genitals. Somehow, she must stop this insane charade… but if she could not stop it, at least, there was no reason why she should enjoy it. After all, she was there, against her will. She had been frightened into coming here with Ray, in the first place… and now, there were two boys – one of them her own brother – who wanted and desired her nakedness.
Then, Ray's mouth left her throbbing breasts and his body slid downwards, his mouth trailing across the smooth, flat plane of her belly, stopping momentarily to pay court to her navel.
It was only a few moments, but the passage of time was distorted as she felt him move lower, ever lower, until at last, his searching mouth was just above the soft, auburn curls of her sparse young pubic mound and his strong, lean hands were reaching down to spread her thighs firmly. There was no doubt in her mind, then, as to what he intended to do to her. He was going to use his mouth on her to lick and suck her into complete submission to his will. Oh, God! How can I-I fight them? I d-don't want it t-to happen!
Charity groaned with uncontrolled anguish as her brother, Don, squeezed her breasts, teasing the nipples of them between his thumb and forefinger, then pulling his head away to break the open-mouthed kiss, only to move his head, instantly, to the up-tilted hardness of her pink, berry-like nipples. He took one between his lips, moving it rapidly in and out while at the same time maintaining a strong sucking pressure on it. She gasped. It was a breathtaking sensation! Involuntarily, she reached down to cup the other breast up to him, inviting him to treat it the same way. She would never know why she did it… but suddenly, it was there in her. It was almost as if she were, symbolically, offering her body to them, now. Then, there was the sudden realization that she could not keep herself uninvolved. She was in it, now! She was reacting… almost enjoying… even cherishing having these two potent boys doing wild, insane things to her. It was a definite surprise to her. How could she have changed? She hadn't wanted it… this way!
Below, Ray had parted her legs, spreading them widely, his head following, his mouth and teeth moving, now, on the soft, white flesh of her smoothly-rounded inner thighs. He nipped at her warm, pliant skin with his teeth, gently, his mouth like a searing torch on her as his lips followed, kissing her warmly and moistly; finally, his searching lips found the coraline division of her vagina, the thin bearded slit moist and pulsating from the exudation of her womb. Deliberately, his tongue moved there, up and down the narrow crevice, boring searchingly, finally into the portal of her vagina. Under the blinding impact of the slashing sensations generated in her, her hips began to move, grinding in tiny circles under her, undulantly, her mounting desire, now, almost completely out of control. Now, I'm getting all warm… and moist down there… a-and it's starting t-to feel like… l-like I-I want them to do it! She was responding to them, against her will. My God! She just couldn't let it go on and on. They couldn't subdue her like this… humiliate her… debase her with their blatant sexuality. For all of her right desires, there was the counter balancing effect of her own unbidden sexual sensations. They were too much for her; she couldn't fight it any longer. OOoooh, oh! They're driving me crazy! Their mouths… their hands on me… i-it's more than I can s-stand!
Below, Ray shifted his lanky body to kneel between her widespread legs. Placing his thumbs on either side of the sparsely hairfringed cunt, he parted the fleshy lips of her vagina to expose its moist, pink channel. He grunted as he noted the tight passage was clear of hymenal barrier.
"Christ… that's a tight little cunt you got, baby… but I see you're not cherry!"
Vaguely, she was aware that he had spoken to her. She looked at him over her brother's head and shoulders and asked, uncomprehendingly, "Wh-What… I-I don't know what you m-mean?"
"Like you're not virgin!"
"Oh," she mumbled back, "Donnie… s-stretched m-me…"
"That figures!" Ray choked, looking down at the exposed cusp of her thighs, again, where he saw secretions of clear, viscous fluids forming in droplets to run part way down the inner side of her thigh, down toward the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. He dropped his head down between her legs, his mouth descending on that spot to blaze a passage his hard, throbbing cock would soon follow.
His long tongue, agile and moist, found her sensate cuntal passage and plunged into it to move in tiny circles inside, against the sensitive inner lining, eliciting a moaning mewl of anguished pleasure from her lips. At the same time, he felt her loins thrusting up toward him, and her auburn-tressed head began to move helplessly from side to side in uncontrollable response to him.
Ray shoved his face tight down into her seething loins, his tongue flicking and curling into her open, waiting pussy, the urgency of her upthrusting hips signaling clearly to him her needful passion. God damn! What a little mink! She's almost ready to fuck, right now!
Inhaling deeply of the pungent, heady perfume of her womanliness, he lost himself in savoring her vaginal exudation, its warm female taste inciting his massive cock to more than steely readiness. Deeper, ever deeper, he plunged his circling tongue into her; her moans of ecstatic pleasure coming from deep in her throat, unceasingly, and her loins began to move in steady, countering motions to the rhythm of his tantalizing tongue deep in the hot slick depths of her vaginal passage.
Relentlessly, his tongue bored into her, and he paused only momentarily to nip at the tender flanges of her tiny, petal-like cuntal lips with his teeth, returning again to his tongue-thrusting titillation to bring her ever closer to the peak of desire. Under his constant mouth caress, she became a blazing inferno of passion.
Charity couldn't stand it any longer. My God! It had gone on so long… both of them doing vile, wicked… but insanely pleasurable things to her. Suddenly, she knew. She had to have them both! It had to go on to completion, now! She wanted the strange boy, Ray… to fuck her… and she wanted her brother, Donnie… to fuck her… again!
With a strong heaving motion, she arched her hips off the bed, shoving her searing loins hard up into Ray's face and groaned aloud, "Oh! OOOoooh! Yes! Yesssssss! Do it! Do it t-to m-me!"
Ray withdrew his tantalizing tongue, raised his head and looked up at her, leeringly, through lust-filled eyes. "Do what to you… doll?" he asked. "Christ! You know the words, don't you? Say it!"
She frowned her resentment. Remembering the lewd words Donnie had forced her to say, she seethed, inwardly. Wasn't it enough that she had been forced to come here, against her will, drugged with an aphrodisiac… and her secret loins licked and sucked into submission… without having to beg to be further humiliated and debased? She didn't want to be a supplicant… but there was her burning desire; she couldn't deny it. She had to have a long, hard cock in her, now! Oh, God… I-I'll go crazy… if they don't d-do s-something!
There was nothing she could do… except ask… beg them to fuck her, now! All right! I-I'll do it! I-I have to do it… or… or…
Her voice sounded strange, choked, unreal… almost unrecognizable to herself, as she mouthed the obscene words, "F-Fuck me! I-I want b-both of y-you… t-to fuck me… now!"
Even as she said it, she didn't know how she could take them both God! What am I-I s-saying? Th-That's impossible!
"You surprised me, doll… you do know how to ask!" Ray chortled. "… And, you're going to get it… but good! We'll fuck you so Goddamned hard you won't be able to stand up!"
Ray wanted to be absolutely sure she was ready to explode before he rammed his big prick in her. He could wait a little while longer. His face disappeared into the soft furrow between her legs again, his industrious tongue going unerringly to her throbbing clitoris in its fleshy folds at the apex of her softly hair-ringed pussy.
Maddeningly, he licked, and she felt herself slipping into a crescendo of intense pleasure, as lightning sensations flashed arcingly in her to build into mammoth, surging, electric waves of ecstatic desire.
Unconsciously, uncontrollably but instinctively, her hips moved in time to the insanely licking tongue of the tall youth, while at the same time, she thrust her mounding breasts upward into her brother's face, wanting them both, wanting more and more of everything sensual and sexual, and she knew, somehow, that it was only a short way to the peak, to the time when she would explode in a frantic frenzy of orgasm… cumming, cumming… and cumming, again… and again!
Except when they had pressed them hard into her thighs, one on either side, neither of the two boys had touched her with their deliciously hardened pricks, but in her imagination she could see them… feel them as they worked in her. She wanted it to be happening… now! Oh, how she wanted it! God! Oh, God! Why are th-they teasing m-me? I want their big, hard c-cocks in me… f-fucking me!
Then, Donnie raised himself up, kneeling above her, his rampant hardness lancing out at an acute angle upward, its menacing length almost frightening to her. He was saying words, now, but they were not directed at her. "God damn it, Ray… I can't wait any longer! Why don't we turn her over… you take her from the back… and she can suck me off at the same time!"
Kneeling up and leaving her seething genitals, momentarily, Ray agreed, "Whatever's fair, man! I'm with you on that!"
As she lay there on the bed, prone, between the two kneeling boys, Charity had a fleeting thought: it was as though she were a sacrificial offering… and the two boys were pagan high priests who offered up her body on the altar bed of the Great God Sex. A second thought followed: dear God! I-I hadn't thought of that! That's the way… I can t-take both of them… a-at the same time!
Then, in her memory, she saw, again, the perverted way in which that strange man had fucked her mother's mouth, and she was aghast, rejecting the idea almost as soon as it had formed in her befogged brain. N-No! God! I-I couldn't!
She felt herself being shifted, her body being moved to positions to suit them as though she were a marionette on the end of a puppet-master's string. They turned her over and placed her on her knees, her buttocks in the air only inches, she realized, dimly, separating her widespread cunt from the massive, rock-hard cock that stemmed from Ray's hairy loins. How obscene! It's like animals!
Charity's next sensation brought a delicious sigh to her lips, as she felt Ray slide his hands, appreciatively over the rounded, soft protuberances of her naked buttocks; then his finger was teasing against her vaginal furrow, and she felt him insert one, two… and finally three fingers in the liquid depths between her open legs, moving them in and out slowly and gently. She knew his purpose, after a moment; he was stretching her. He had realized that she would have been too small and tight for him, and she was thankful that he had taken care to insure her pleasure. At that moment, she loved him… loved him almost as much as her brother. Oh! It felt so good!
Meanwhile, Don, who had been kneeling at her side, knee-walked himself around until he was in front of her and sat back on his heels. His hardened member, long and pulsing, pointed straight up at her face. She, impulsively, turned her face away from it. There seemed to be something wicked and evil in seeing his cock so close up. Dear God! It's so big! How could I-I ever get it in m-my mouth?
"What's the matter, Char?" her brother asked, reaching both hands out to her cheeks and bringing her face around to him, again.
She looked at him through agonized eyes. "I-I just c-can't do it… D-Donnie… I keep r-remembering that awful man… a-and what h-he did t-to Mom…" she groaned brokenly.
"What's to worry, Sis… that guy was some kind of sadist! I'll teach you how to do it right," he assured her.
Ray, on his knees behind her kneeling body, moved in closer, now, and withdrew his fingers from her moistly ready pussy, his hands going, then, to her white, smoothly rounded buttocks to caress and massage them.
Then, as he allowed one hand to continue its wandering search of her exquisitely formed legs, his other hand reached down to massage and fondle his hardened, massive cock. His long-fingered hand worked the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous, blood-inflated head, and a few drops of the thick, colorless lubricant spread over the shiny, reddish surface of his throbbing cock-head.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he took his hand away, and his prick stood out rigid and throbbing, his heartbeat evident in its pulsing readiness. His avid eyes were glued to her upturned and undulant pussy, the flowered-open, moist cunt attracting him like a beacon, guiding him to the tiny bearded lips, and he could see that she was more than ready to receive his aching cock into her clasping cuntal passage.
Placing both hands, now on her waist where it curved in, swelling down to her hips and feeling the warm, softness of her curling young pubic hair, he pulled her back toward him, until the pulsating head of his steel-hardened penis was brushing, teasingly, up against the warm, moist furrow of her pussy.
The sudden, warm contact brought a moan of need to her lips, "OOoooh, Ray… go ahead and do it… put it in… a-and fuck m-me…!"
Her use of the obscene word was like a spur to him. He ground out at her, "Reach back… and guide it in!"
Hesitatingly, she put a tiny, trembling hand back under and between her thighs to reach out for the massive, blood-inflated cock that waited there to enter her now greedily throbbing depths, but her hand stopped short. She couldn't bring herself to touch it.
"Put it in… Goddamn it! Put your hand around my cock and put it in that tight, little cunt of yours!" he commanded.
"I-It's so b-big…" she whimpered.
Suddenly, viciously, he slapped her flat-handed across the white, rounded buttocks, his hand leaving a pink imprint on her velvety flesh. The sudden pain of his blow galvanized her into instant action, as she yelped in pain and surprise. Her hand went out, grasped the tumescent, throbbing member waiting there and guided it to the trembling opening of her vagina. Simultaneously, he pulled back on her hips, forcefully, the heart-shaped head of his long, hard cock sliding with a tight resistance into her moistly hot passage, the pressure he exerted as he pulled her toward him impaling her and the elastic, coral flesh of her cuntal channel stretched painfully to receive him, even though he had used three of his fingers to prepare her earlier. Strange! She realized, as his cock sunk into her from behind, the slap with his hand hadn't really hurt her; there seemed to be something of pleasure in it, too, and she knew that it was so. It was a pleasure-pain that bordered on ecstasy.
He stopped short, not allowing full penetration, yet. Only his giant, blood-inflated head was in her, teasing and stretching the tender, moist flesh of her young, seething pussy. As he held himself, immobile, he felt her move back toward him, as her cunt tried hungrily to absorb more of his massive hardness deeper into the searingly sensitive channel.
Ray squeezed and massaged at her hips and buttocks, running his hands over her naked backside incessantly; then he began to shove his tumescent prick into her throbbing pussy with slow and inexorable pressure, deeper and deeper into her, feeling the ring of muscle at the opening contract around the massive girth of his hardened member, and it seemed to him, almost as though her tight, moist vagina was sucking him into her, setting off tantalizing sparks of further stimulation in his sensitive, blood-heated member.
With a final, forceful flexing motion of his hips he drove the last few inches of his aching cock deep into her quivering depths, his loins smacking up tight against and flattening her upturned ass cheeks.
The force of his plunge into her brought an involuntary gasp from Charity's lips. Her lips rounded as his hairy loins smacked into her full, rounded buttocks, and his long, hard cock went all the way in to the very limit, the monstrous head flicking past her womb to lodge solidly against the back wall of her vaginal sheath.
She was jolted forward as Ray rammed his hard maleness into her, and her slightly opened lips brushed lightly against the velvet tip of her brother's rampant prick. She hadn't realized that it would be that soft, but she recoiled from the contact.
"Go ahead, Sis… just open your mouth, now… and let it slip right in!" Donnie said. He moved himself closer to her, allowing the tip of his shiny, blood-inflated cock to rest, solidly, against her soft, pink lips.
Now, there was no further backing away, and as the warmth of his erect member was transmitted to her lips, she felt a thrill that she couldn't identify.
Donnie went on, "Cover your teeth with your lips… and open your mouth, Charity! You're going to learn how to suck cock, now!" His voice was brittle commanding.
Under the impetus of that unidentified thrill which she now recognized as anticipation, she remembered that she had almost halfway been tempted to this very act… when they had done it in Donnie's room. Silently, she corrected herself. The night Donnie… f-fucked me… for the first time!
Closing her eyes, she opened her lips, tentatively, and Donnie inched himself toward her, pushing with his legs to enter the velvety head of his aching cock into her still resisting mouth.
"Take it… damn it!" he hissed at her. "Take it all!"
Charity ovalled her mouth more, opening her jaws, slightly, and heeding his instructions, she folded her lips over her teeth, knowing, instinctively, that she must, so that she wouldn't hurt him. Then, slowly, as he pressed, firmly, she was forced to part her lips even more, and the great head of his rampant prick was imbedded in the moist warmth of her oral cavern.
Donnie exulted within himself. She's taking it! The sensations on the head of his cock, as she used her tongue, now, to lick at it, swirlingly, were almost making him go out of his mind.
The huge presence in her mouth was like nothing she had ever experienced. There was a moment of hesitation… of doubt, but once it was there, locked immovably in her warm mouth, she flicked out her tongue and moved it around the blood-engorged crown, savoring the pungent flavor of it and finding it exciting… something she had not expected. After a few moments, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked on it, experimentally; as she did it, she felt the throbbing tremor of excitement her action was causing in Donnie.
Behind her, his big cock buried to the hilt in the moist confines of her softly clasping cunt, the other boy, without warning suddenly withdrew it several inches, until just the tip of it remained in her, momentarily, and then rammed forward with all his young animal strength, his lust-filled member tunneling back into her with the force of an express train. As his hairy loins smacked into her, resoundingly, her body jerked, rocking forward on her knees and elbows, and instantly, her whole mouth was filled with her brother's lengthy, pulsating cock.
With Donnie's hardened, blood-inflated prick now imbedded deep in her throat, she gagged, slightly, and closed her eyes, to help her control the momentary feeling, using her tongue along the under side of the massive shaft in an attempt to dislodge it, but the tantalizing, sucking action on the sensitive cock-head only incited Donnie to force it further up into her mouth.
Rocking forward on his knees, behind her, Ray flexed his expanding prick deep in her moist, cuntal depths and was rewarded to feel her own countering contractions, the walls of her vaginal passage clasping him in a sheath of insanely sensate flesh; meanwhile, his hands continued to move on her, unceasingly, caressing and massaging her quivering thighs and buttocks, his fingers going down underneath her kneeling body along her flat belly, as he reached around her upturned behind with his long arms, and his long, middle finger went into the hair-lined furrow to find her throbbingly sensitive clitoris. It was erectly alert and pulsating under his finger as he stroked the miniature phallus, teasingly.
Within her, every fiber of Charity's being was responding to the two boys, the electric sexual desires building massive charges of heat lightning in her loins that threatened to arc completely out of control, to consume her… to goad her into complete submission to her burning desires.
Suddenly, she couldn't stand it any longer; the prolonged, teasing playfulness had to come to an end. She had to move on to the next part of the sexual cycle… the active moving phase. She knew it was time; her whole being demanded Ray's long, hard rod of flesh to begin surging in and out of her palpitating, now unbearably hungry pussy. She wanted it, wantonly and recklessly, spearing up inside her completely.
When she had first felt his brother's friend's blood-engorged prick entering her, spreading and stretching her cuntal passage, pausing for a moment then sliding into her to its full length, she could have fainted from the pure joy of it, the wild sensations of his flexing shaft eliciting instinctive and involuntary movements of her own, her vagina seeming to act on its own, to suck him up, absorb him, full length, into her expectant, quivering belly. She moved back against him, rocking on her knees, her buttocks moving in tiny circles, signaling her need to him.
Ray knew then that she was ready for him, ready to take his lust-inflated cock, all of it, poundingly, into her seething, desire-ridden cunt to rock her with sexual power, a power that would bring her to the heights of ecstasy… and he was ready, too, the ache in his throbbingly swollen cock almost too much for him to bear waiting any longer.
Moving then, slowly, with long, smooth strokes, kneeling behind her, strong hands clasping her hips, his own loins flexing fluidly, he began to piston his aching cock in and out of her moist, clasping cuntal passage. He didn't grind or ram; rather, he established a steady stroking motion into her hot clasping passage that did not, as yet, hit all the way up to the bottom of her womb. He didn't want to rush himself, or hurry her too much; there was still plenty of time, so he stroked her, smoothly and slowly, waiting for her response. He knew it would come, shortly… and when it did, he would give her everything he had with piledriver force! Wait! There's still time!
Now, his hand cupped her full-rounded buttocks, squeezing and massaging, then drifted down the widespread cleft, his finger searching there for the secret, puckered, little nether mouth that nestled between the working, trembling mounds.
The tall youth's finger probed at the tiny, brown ring then circled it, teasingly, before he slipped it down further to moisten it in the viscous fluids of her cuntal opening.
Then, with his long, lubricated middle finger, he probed at the warm, spongy opening between her full, flexing ass cheeks. He found it and pressed into it, slowly and gently, to the first knuckle. Her body jerked once, jockeying forward away from the unnatural presence in her backside, then, unexplainably, she screwed her trembling loins back on his finger until it slipped through the resisting ring of muscle and it was absorbed, fully, his palm flat against the wildly flexing cheeks of her white, perfectly sculpted buttocks.
"Oh! OOOOooooh!" she groaned. "That h-hurts…!"
Ray gave a short, raucous laugh. "You mean it hurts good… don't you?" he asked.
In a sudden flash of insight, she realized that he was right. "Y-Yes… oh, yeeeeeesssss! It does! I-It h-hurts… good!" she murmured.
As she jerked away from Ray's finger in her backside, she had, instinctively, lifted her head back and away from Donnie's prick that was still imbedded deeply in her throat. His massive cock pulled, moistly, from her mouth as she moaned with the first pain of it, but Donnie would have none of that. He reached out for her head and guided her once more to it, saying, gutturally, "Come on, Sis… stay with it!" Brutally, he shoved his sensate cock back into her mouth. "Keep sucking!" he ordered.
She could do nothing else! Her ovalled lips were filled, again, his hardened flesh deep in her throat. Desperately, she swirled her warmly moist tongue around and around it, then hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on it.
"Now… start to move your head back and forth on it!" her brother commanded.
Instantly, she obeyed him, moving her head and, consequently, her whole torso back and forth, the length of him sliding, easily, in and out of her mouth, rhythmically.
As she moved, she counterpointed Ray's pistoning cock that moved smoothly in her clasping cuntal passage from behind, his member throbbingly aware of her movements against him.
Charity's breath began to come more deeply and her eyes were glazing as the sensations in her belly, in the depths of her vagina became a raging, unquenchable fire, except in rapturous orgasm… and as she moved between the two boys, she suddenly realized that she was filled, completely filled… in all her bodily openings. She had never known that it was possible.
Now! Behind her, Ray couldn't wait any longer; she was responding. She was fucking back, her buttocks squirming back against his hairy loins, the moving sheath of her warm, moist pussy inciting him, bringing him to the very brink of his own rapture. He had to give her all he had, now! With a deep-throated groan, he flicked his hips forward and began to plunge his steel-hard rod of flesh deep into her pulsing, now needful cunt.
With pile-driving force, he rammed into her, driving his ever-expanding young cock deep into the searing, coraline depths of her, his pubic hair smacking into his own hand between them where his long finger drubbed up into the soft sponginess of her anus. Under the double ravishment of her loins, she groaned in pleasure-pain, the exquisite sensations now beginning to scale the full heights of passion.
As he soared into her, Ray could feel the bulging presence of his finger through the thin separating tissue of flesh between her back passage and her vaginal vault. It contacted his lust-inflated cock-head on each in-out movement. It was a series of wild, unbelievable sensations that incited him to ever more powerful thrustings into the tight moistness of her seething young pussy.
Ray knew that the fiery dam in his balls would have to give way, soon. He could feel his orgasm nearing, the ache in his sensate cock becoming almost unbearable. Quickly, he pulled his finger from her anal passage; there was a slight pop and a faint hiss as it slipped out of the puckered ring of flesh; then looking down, he watched with fascination as the hardened rod of his prick rode in and out, poundingly, glistening ivory-white with viscous moisture.
Grasping her hips with both hands, he began jackhammering it into her. It was like a monstrous pole, pulsing and alive, sliding in and out of the smooth wet depths of her hotly clenching cunt, his hairy loins smacking, now, up against the round protuberances of her full buttocks and into the hairless valley between them.
In front of her, her brother knelt, his lust-inflated cock deep in his sister's throat. He looked down at his own hardness, the saliva bathed rod of flesh glistening and disappearing to the root right into her tiny ovaled mouth, her lips creeping up over him to devour it completely, then as she moved her head back, several inches of his long youthful prick was revealed, moistly white. As he watched, he could see tiny fleshy portions of her lips pulled out on withdrawal, then stuffed back in again when she absorbed it deep into her throat, her lips sliding, moistly and easily along his hard shaft of flesh.
Charity had at first felt revulsion when her brother had forced her to take his cock into her mouth. She had gagged and felt sick, but with the building rapture in her loins, the tension of impending orgasm that she knew must come soon, she began to experience a definite erotic, sexy sensation, centering around her mouth and throat as his hard young cock moved in and out of her oral cavern with each rhythmic motion of her own head.
Suddenly, she surrendered to the salacious sensations of the double entry into her body: her brother's friend's thundering cock behind her soaring into her hot, moist cunt… and Don's, hard and long, slipping easily, now, into her warm receptive mouth. She reached out a hand to between her brother's thighs and fondled the tight, wrinkled sac containing his sperm-swollen testicles. To her, it was an unexplainable paradox. That which she had reviled, earlier, now had become something she could accept… even like. Now, it was a desire. She wanted to do it!
Somewhat dazedly, she dimly wondered whether the two potent boys would tear her apart, as Ray, behind her on his knees thrust ever more powerfully into her… and as Don, in front began to move in counterpoint to her moving mouth on his hardened cock; however, there was, among them, a concert of rhythm, as smoothly, powerfully, she was fucked, without mercy in both orifices of her sexually responsive body, the rapture building in her every moment that the exquisite double ravishment continued.
Two of them… my brother and his friend… and both at the same time! I can't believe it!
Now, to Charity, the mounting, sensuous ecstasy at the very core of her being began to explode inside her, deep in her belly. It was her coming peak, her orgasmic release. It won't be long, now! Soon! Soon…! And I'll cum… and cum!
Then, she was aware that Ray, pounding into her from behind was almost ready to cum, spewingly, into her moist, hungry depths, the force and rapidity of his powerful thrusts into her buffeting her like an out-of-control pile driver.
It hadn't occurred to Charity that her brother would cum right into her mouth. She sensed his urgency, the head of his cock seeming to grow ever larger as he came nearer and nearer the time when he would cum… but had she thought of it, in advance, the very idea of his viscous semen jetting into her throat would have revulsed her. Instinctively, she began to move faster on him, sliding her mouth rapidly up and down the moist rod of flesh; then, resting on both elbows she reached out to grasp his muscular, working thighs.
Don felt his ejaculation cumming, deep up in his belly, and he reached out to take his sister's face in both hands to hold her while he flexed his hips to drive his great, hard cock deeper up into her warm mouth… until he came. His white, hot semen jetted from the tip of his expanding cock, showering the interior of her mouth with cascades of viscous sperm that forced her to swallow, again and again to clear it from her throat as he slammed his spewing prick hard up into her mouth, almost brutally… and he held himself there, immobile, as he shot his hot cum deep into her working throat.
"Damn! I'm cummmming… Sis!" he gasped between clenched teeth.
His sister was helpless, now, in the grip of her own near orgasm. It was coming to her, soaringly, the rapture of the moment blocking out all else… even any revulsion she might have felt as she voraciously swallowed the sweet pungent-like semen filling her mouth.
She ground her buttocks back against the other young boys, squirming and rotating her quivering hips expectantly, waiting impatiently, now, for the time bomb of her sensuality to explode inside her. Now, faster and faster, harder and longer, Ray slaved, his unsatiated cock pistoning in and out of her moist, young sheath of pussy flesh without let-up or mercy, until with a panting groan his viscid cum hosed through him, searingly, to splash far up in the depths of her vaginal vault, his wildly jerking cock pumping crazily as he grasped a full, rounded ass cheek in each hand and squeezed the white, plaint flesh of her in doughlike rolls through his long, lean fingers.
"Christ!" he grunted. "Here it is… doll!"
Then… it was there for her, too! She clutched her brother to her and rammed her buttocks back hard against his friend when she felt her own orgasm breaking forth in her. She would have screamed out with the pleasure of it, wantonly, but for the massive presence of her brother's cock still buried deep in her straining throat. Don, on his part, pressed his still spewing organ even more deeply into her mouth, hurting her lips as he pressured his loins into her face, and his deliciously pungent semen jetted into her hungrily gulping mouth.
All three of them came together, within seconds of each other. The two boys clutched greedily at her, rubbing, smoothing and caressing her naked curves and breasts with their hands, their wildly pumping cocks boring relentlessly into her, until finally, the last of their hot, white sperm was drained from them… and they released her, the heights of their orgasms beginning to subside, their hard, erect cocks pulsing less and less and returning to a more flaccid state. Then, at almost the same time, the two boys, completely satiated, pulled away from her. Ray heaved himself back, his prick pulling moistly out of her semen-filled vagina to collapse heavily on the edge of the big bed. Don, collapsed crosswise of the bed with an enormous sigh of pleasure and murmured, "That's the most… Sis! Damn! I'm drained… I feel like I'm sucked inside out!"
As they pulled away from her, Charity slid down to lie on her stomach. She was too overcome by the powerful release to speak. She could only moan, "Oh! Ooooooh! OooooOoohh!"
Ray reached out after a few moments and patted her, affectionately, on her upturned bottom. "You were just great, Charity… after we have another little drink… and rest up a little… we ought to go at it, again…"
Her reaction was vehement unexpected. "No! Th-There w-won't be any more! Y-You got what you wanted… now I want to leave!" she grated out at him.
"Make her stay, Don!" Ray said, turning to face her brother.
"She said she wanted to leave…" Don told him, "and that's the way it is!" Then, to her, "Get dressed, Sis!"