Summer had passed and the season had slipped into late fall. Carol Benson was sitting in the living room looking out the front window at the last of the leaves falling from the trees across the street. She was dressed casually, in a pair of slacks and sweater. It was faintly apparent that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months from the tiny crow's feet barely becoming visible in the corners of her eyes. Her make-up was a little heavier, too but aside from these facts, one who had not known her before would not have noticed the difference. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her eyes and the eagerness within her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the fore now as she waited for Harry Burns' car to return from picking up the other two couples he had gone after.
She had enjoyed the party last week where all of them were naked in the same room and pressed her thighs tightly together in warm remembrance of some of the things that had been done to her and the things she had done to others in return. It seemed to be getting to the point now where she wasn't satisfied unless she had at least three or four men in the same evening and if it hadn't been for Harry Burns sneaking over several days a week and an occasional door to door salesman, both of which were strictly against club rules, she would have gone completely out of her mind. Poor Bob just couldn't stand the pace she required any more but she didn't blame him, probably no man could have.
The were doing well with Bob's new accounts and he had made three new promotions in the last two months or so since they had first met the Burns. Her personal account was growing by leaps and bounds and had finally reached the point where they had just agreed to forget it. She had gotten her petty revenge and Bob had suffered enough until they both had adjusted to sharing each other. She had put the crumpled two dollar bills away as a silent souvenir of her introduction to the hedonistic world and they had resumed life as before, except of course, for their new circle of friends. It just seemed so natural now, these weekly meetings and all, and it never ceased to amaze her at the affluence of the members. She just couldn't believe the number of leading citizens from the area who had already been members or who had joined the club since she and Bob had become members. It was simply astounding.
Her reminiscence was suddenly interrupted by the harsh blare of a horn outside. She quickly put out the cigarette she was smoking and picked her bag up from the hallway and bounded out the door and down the stairs to the waiting car.
"Hi, everyone ready?" she queried with a laugh as she crawled in the back seat with Jack Sherman and Sarah Castles.
"Hi, chicken," Harry Burns returned her greeting with the others. "Phyllis can't make it. Sudden case of flu, but otherwise everything's okay. You and Sarah oughta be able to handle three old men like us without too much trouble."
"I think I could do that myself without too much trouble," she kidded back. "Unless all three of you have improved a great deal since last week."
She smiled warmly over at Sarah Castles who sat a bit nervously against the other corner of the back scat. She knew she would have to be a little gentle with her and lead her along for the first day anyway. She was new with the group and a young newlywed of less than two months. She had never been on one of these weekends where all the couples split up into groups of six with no husband or wife pairs allowed together in the same group. Sarah might find it a bit difficult without her husband for the first time and Carol sympathized with her. She too had gone through the same sort of doubt for the first several times but now they had become so commonplace with her she looked forward to it. It seemed to lift all inhibitions, for no matter how many times one sexed it up in front of husband or wife, they always seemed to hold something back. It was a natural reaction, she supposed. She had found her self always feeling inhibited too when she knew Bob was watching someone else doing it to her. It might not be apparent to someone from her wild reaction to sex, but she felt it deeply within herself anyway and she knew the others did too. This was the reason for these little changes in club practice once a month where no mates were allowed along. She knew, too, that Sarah was in for a rough weekend. Harry Burns would make certain she got everything it was possible for a woman to get. He seemed to enjoy humiliating women, particularly the young, innocent, new members who were still a little shy. Carol knew this from her own experiences with him and the things he had demanded of her when he had gotten his chance with her the first few times. Well, she would just have to hold him back as much as she possibly could for Sarah's sake.
The trip to Harry's lake cabin was several hours long and they passed it quickly and enjoyably. Charlie Evans, sitting in the front seat with Harry, had brought several bottles along and they passed them around in the car, discussing animatedly all the time their plans for the two days they were to spend there. She didn't know too much about Evans, he too was a new member and she had only made love with him one time when they both had already been through the mill so she listened particularly to anything he would say to see if she could figure him out. It did not help much. He was the quiet type that made it difficult to tell what really smoldered beneath him. She had the feeling that it was a great deal but she wasn't certain she liked it. Harry Burns was a sadist, there was no question about that but he was a loud, crude one. You always knew what he was thinking, but with Evans it was different. He was too quiet and she had a tinge of fear about being alone with him in a room with no one else around. She just didn't know what he might do to her.
"House coming up in about three minutes," Harry said as they rounded a bend on the dirt road they had been traveling since turning off they main highway several miles back. "Start getting your pants off, girls," he joked, knowing the effect it would have on Sarah Castles.
Carol could see her flush a little from the remark and twist nervously on the handkerchief she carried in her hand, and suddenly for the first time, she could understand the excitement that Marsha must have felt when she had watched her being taken that first night. There was a little added something, perhaps the small degree of sadism latent in all of us, that increased the enjoyment of watching someone who was not quite willing in the beginning to turn suddenly into a wild inferno of uncontrolled lust. This wouldn't be Sarah's first time, but it certainly would be the first time she really got it with no holds barred. There was no husband around now to object if things really got out of hand. And… she knew with these three that they very well could. She found herself guiltily looking forward to seeing Sarah having it thrown to her good. God, she thought to herself, I'm getting as bad as the rest of them.
Harry pulled the car up in front of the stone and redwood cabin that sat right on the edge of the lake and switched the motor off. They all pitched in carrying the food and liquor into the house and had cleared the car in a matter of a few minutes. The sun was just going down over the far edge of the lake and presented the most beautiful sunset Carol had seen in a long time. The air was a bit nippy at this altitude and Harry had built a huge roaring fire in the stone fireplace that gave the cabin a warm, homey look, belying the real reason they were here… A stranger walking in at this moment, she mused, would have thought they were just two married couples and a friend up for a quiet weekend of fishing or bridge. But, if he happened to stay a few minutes longer, he would soon see that that was not the case.
Harry, as usual, had had the interior done in perfect keeping with its purpose. The living room was huge with a high oak-beamed ceiling and a large stone fireplace that looked like one from the old frontier days. It was so large a person could almost stand up in it and it heated the house beautifully. Several large double mattresses were scattered around the floor against the walls without bedsteads. Nice, she thought drily, one doesn't hurt oneself if you fall off in the heat of the moment.
They busied themselves for awhile with all the domestic activities required to open the cabin up for living. The men carried in wood and after a long struggle got the hot water heater going with the electric generator. The cabin was too isolated to have electricity and Carol noted with a grimace while she and Sarah were tidying up the kitchen and putting the food away that it had a wood stove and they would have to prepare the meals on that. She had never cooked on one before but Sarah had and she let her handle that part of the chores.
The men relaxed and fixed the drinks while they cooked the steaks and she noticed that Harry kept pouring a little more for Sarah than he did the rest of them. They began to tell after awhile but she didn't stop, she seemed to be trying to build her courage up for the time when she knew she would have to produce according to the club rules in spite of her fears.
"Sarah," Carol said warmly at one point when they were in the kitchen alone and she could see the poor girl shaking so badly she could hardly hold the pan she was cooking with. "Don't worry about later tonight. It'll be all right."
Her reminder of what was to come seemed to be the final strain on Sarah's nerves.
"Oh God, Carol, I-I just can't go through with it. Phil and I didn't really know what we were getting into with all of this," and she dropped her head in her hands. "Phil needed the job Charlie Evans offered."
"Well, why did you join?" Carol asked with sympathy in her voice. "You should have known after the first time you came to one of the parties."
"Oh, it was too late then," she blubbered into her hands. "Phil just couldn't turn down the job offered him and we were so afraid of losing it with all the debts we have to pay for my mother's hospital bills and all. It really is a good job and we need it so badly."
"You poor dear," Carol consoled, her heart going out to her. "You mean he gave Phil the job just to get at you?"
"Y-Yes, he did. And he hasn't had me yet but he will now, and-and I know it's just going to be awful. I don't think I can stand having him or the others touch me."
"But didn't you like it the first time?"
"No, no I didn't, but I did it for Phil and now he's not here. He's off with someone else doing the same thing. It's just horrible, horrible."
Carol started to say something about the way she and Bob became involved but decided against it. It wouldn't help Sarah and besides, she might say something to the others and they mustn't find out they had become members just to take advantage of the accounts Bob would get.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. You just relax and let things take their course. You'll see how easy it will be-and fun too," she added as an afterthought, hoping to cheer her up.
"I-I don't care, I just can't and I'm not going to."
"Here, here, what's all the fuss?" Harry Burns came through the kitchen door with a grin on his face. "Let me fix up the drinks, it looks like you girls are empty."
He took the glasses and patted Sarah intimately on the buttocks as she kept her face turned away from him so that he could not see her tears.
"You know," Carol said quietly as he left the room.
"You don't have a choice under the rules. Once you've accepted membership you've got to do it. It would ruin Phil if you didn't."
"Oh God, I know, I know," she whimpered again but suddenly straightened up again and turned back to the stove as Harry re-entered carrying their fresh drinks.
"They're good and strong now," he joked jovially. "Now let's get on with these steaks. Old Daddy here needs some energy to make this little dolly eat her words about being able to take us all on."
"Oh Harry, damn it, get out of here," she laughed back, playfully squirming away. "You'll get your chance, don't worry."
Harry opened several bottles of wine for the dinner and they all ate voraciously from the effect of the cool mountain air and the long trip up from the coast. The others laughed and joked while they ate and Carol could notice Evans' eyes drifting over to Sarah almost devouring her luscious young body right at the table. She sat quiet and said little unless asked a question.
"Come on, Sarah, cheer up," Jack Sherman said when he noticed the sadness in her face. "We'll get to you girls soon, you don't have to look so impatient."
The others burst out in laughter at his joke and at the same time Harry, finishing his steak, rose from the table and began rummaging in his bag. He pulled out several reels of 8 millimeter film and presented them proudly to the others.
"New stuff, it just came in and boy, is it hot," he announced. "Now come on let's get with it."
Carol looked over at Sarah and noticed that she was ready to burst into tears again from the announcement that things were to begin. The men had risen from the table and had gathered around the fire with their after dinner drinks in their hands. She reached warmly over and clasped Sarah's hand in hers, whispering to her.
"Remember Phil's job, you've got to go through with it even if it kills you."
The poor tortured girl sat still for a moment and then nodded her head in helpless acceptance without speaking.
Harry threaded the projector in one corner of the room and focused it on the screen on the opposite wall while the others pulled out a huge king-sized mattress from the corner and flopped down on it in the center of the floor. They left room between them for the girls who followed a moment later and lay down beside them. Harry grabbed some large pillows and threw them over to Jack who arranged them behind everyone so they could relax fully to get a good view of the screen.
Carol was flanked on the outside by Jack with Charlie Evans in the middle. Sarah was next to him with Harry lying on her outside. It was apparent from the helpless trapped look on Sarah's face that a deep battle was raging within her over whether or not to fight the inevitable. She pulled heavily on her drink and Carol could see her hand shaking as though she were freezing. Charlie Evans had noticed it too and it was apparent he was enjoying her tortured discomfort.
The picture flicked on, brightening the room a bit from its light. It was the age old story of a seduction with a neighbor calling on a young innocent housewife in the next apartment after she had kissed her husband goodbye for work. There was the usual foreplay with the woman fighting for all she was worth at first, then slowly succumbing to the man. He fucked her on the living room couch for awhile and made her suck him and then he went to the door and motioned outside. A huge man appeared, obviously a friend who had been waiting until the other man had seduced her. He entered and stripped his clothes off quickly while the poor girl lay huddled in terror back against the couch. Then he fucked her the same way for awhile while the first man made her suck him. They both worked her over in various ways, one at a time, then both together until it could be seen they were all cumming at one time in a wild three-way orgasm.
It was the climax that started the real excitement among the group watching it from the mattress. Carol heard a sudden sucking in of breath and saw Evans' hand lifting Sarah's dress slowly up her legs. She had raised her head from the pillow and was looking down glassy-eyed and helpless as she could feel her thighs slowly being exposed to the sight of those around her. Carol though for a minute she was going to scream and tear herself from the bed but suddenly the wild look of revulsion faded from her face and one of helpless resignation crossed over it. Her head fell loosely back to the pillow, her eyes clenched tightly shut. She obviously had thought of Phil and his job and what it would mean to them if she resisted now. Her spirit was completely broken.
Carol watched in aroused fascination, her own excitement rising at the sight of Charlie Evan's hands as they began their lewd seductive movements over Sarah's full, young form laying helpless before him. He obviously, was a master of humiliation like Harry Burns only in a more sadistic and serious sense. Evidently he had waited a long time to get her this way and it was apparent he was not going to let her off easily.
Sarah's dress was up to the top of her thighs now and the flimsy whiteness of her panties came into view. Tiny, soft strands of dark silky pubic hair could be seen flowing out from under the tight elastic leg bands around her vagina.
"Open your thighs," Evans breathed down at her, a cruel, unyielding glint sparkling lewdly in his eyes.
Carol held her breath as the young helpless newlywed obediently spread her legs a few inches. A tear of shame coursed down her soft cheek.
"More than that, honey," Harry chimed in, a lewd excited grin on his face too. "We wanna see that tight little pussy of yours."
Sarah spread her thighs wider but Evans, losing patience, grabbed her knees and forced them sharply apart, bringing a whimper of protest from Sarah's lips and exposing the full of her crotch to the men's leering eyes. Charlie reached down and with one quick swipe of his hands ripped the flimsy silk panties away without giving her a chance to close her legs.
"Oooooh, don't, you're tearing them, you're tearing them," she groaned as the soft raw flesh of her vaginal slit came into view.
"Now don't you worry, honey," Harry grinned over her. "Daddy'll buy you a new pair. Maybe six of 'em before the weekend's over."
"Boy, I'm gonna enjoy fucking that. Look at that soft little pink opening. It's gonna start jerking in a minute, just begging for something to stretch it about two more inches apart," Charlie grinned.
Carol watched this lewd humiliation of Sarah with mixed emotions. It was exciting her, God, how it was exciting her and yet she felt a slight tinge of pity coursing through her for the helpless young girl who was being subjected to such a thing after such a short period of marriage. At least, she and Bob had been married for three years before it happened. She could see her lying there with her legs apart probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt in her life. She didn't even try to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks now and they gushed over the side of her face and wet the pillow below her head in piteous streams of shame. She was forced to lie almost naked beneath those two vile, filthy old men and accept their crude caresses and lewd words without resistance.
"She'll be a good fuck," Harry observed, his head peering over between her legs where Charlie held them apart.
He reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tightly closed slit, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth, moist, pink flesh beneath jerk against his sudden contact. He dug it slightly into her tight little vaginal opening feeling her shiver from the sudden sensation.
Carol could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and moist from the lewd spectacle before her. She was aware dimly of Jack's hands working at the zipper on the back of her slacks and lifted her buttocks slightly as he opened it to allow him to draw them down over the rounded moons of her ass. She wore no panties and drew in her breath deliciously as the warm air of the heated room swirled about her unprotected genitals. She could hear him rustling out of his clothes behind her as she kept her eyes glued to the obscene positioning of Sarah's helpless body in front of her. Jack placed his hands on her hips and lifted her in a kneeling position so that she was on all fours with her face looking over Charlie's body at Sarah next to him. And then, she felt the hardness of Jack's cock scraping and rubbing against the moist lips of her own cunt. She was ready, and reached back under her body, grasping his rigid prick and pulling it forward until she felt the hot throbbing head insinuating itself between the little ridges of tender flesh on either side of her pussy. He pressured forward slowly and with one long easy stroke slid it all the way up into her heaving belly. She moaned as she felt the head batter softly up against her cervix, buried as far in her cunt as it would go. Her mouth dropped loosely open and she began squirming back against him dog fashion as she felt him begin rotating it deep inside her. The head scraped deliciously against the far hidden walls of her womb in a sweet magical rhythm that brought swelling moans from deep in her throat as she kept her eyes tightly glued to Sarah's body still held tight between the two other men.
They had stripped all of her clothes off now and she was completely naked and defenseless to their rummaging hands between her legs and over her breasts. She was completely open, Harry had drawn one of her legs up over his hips on one side and Charlie had drawn the other over his so that she was laying with her knees up in the air and her thighs wide apart, her crotch completely open to them. Charlie worked at her vagina now slowly and expertly insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first, so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain. And then, he smoothed them around inside, sliding his other hand up under her buttocks and drawing them up tight against the hand in her cunt. She could not escape and lay back hopelessly impaled between the two.
"She's getting wet," he grinned over at Harry, who had dropped his head to her nipples and was beginning to bring small mewls of half protest, half pleading from her clenched lips.
"Is she ready to fuck?" he asked raising his head. "Almost, almost," Charlie breathed heavily. "I can feel it opening wider down inside."
"Me first," Harry hissed.
"No, both at once," Charlie said, a strange sadistic tone in his voice.
"How?"
"You in the front and me in the back."
"We'll hurt her, that's against the rules."
"Who'll complain?"
"Her husband, you idiot."
"No he won't," Charlie grinned as he continued his rummaging into the poor groaning girl's cunt, stretching it wider and wider with each further circle of his fingers. "He knows I'll fire him if he does."
Carol couldn't believe her ears. Even through her burning passion that was coursing through her own body from Jack's cock skewering into her from behind, the impact of the words came through to her. God, they were going to sodomize her and fuck her at the same time. Sarah was too far gone in her shame and humiliation to resist anything they tried now and Carol was certain she would let them do anything they wanted to do her now with Charlie's threat to fire her husband. The obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravishment about to take place right here a few inches in front of her face caused her to groan in guilty excitement and grind her own buttocks tighter back against Jack's undulating pelvis as he continued his long smooth strokes into her.
Charlie suddenly withdrew his fingers from Sarah's widely expanded vagina and rose to the floor.
"Turn her over," he hissed down to Charlie who still held her tight down on the mattress. He obediently moved up and caught her by the shoulders, twisting her around so that she was lying face down on the mattress. She lay without struggling, just small gasps of humiliation and shame coursing from her mouth. Her buttocks quivered slightly from her deep soulful sobs.
Charlie stood on the edge of the mattress now completely stripped. He waited for a moment standing between her ankles which protruded over the side. His monstrous cock, long and white, stood out with thin blue lines of veins pulsating out around it. Carol's eyes opened wide in horrified wonder. God he would kill the girl. She could never take a thing like that in her rectum, he would split her in half.
He stooped, and grabbing both of the sobbing girl's ankles, pressured out harshly, pulling her legs wide apart.
"Oh no, please no," she whimpered as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you, I can't let you! Not that way!"
She jerked and tried to rise.
"Hold her, hold her," Charlie yelled to Harry who pushed his hand hard down into the small of her back pressing her back tight against the mattress. Sarah struggled for a moment and then laid still, her body shaking from the violently helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat.
Carol moaned involuntarily from the lewd scene as Evans dropped to his knees between the girl's legs, running his hands greedily over the long, firm muscles of Sarah's shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the moistened interior of her legs. The cleft between them was deep and inviting and Carol shuddered in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of Sarah's buttocks parting it slightly so that the tiny puckered anus was visible to her gaping eyes. Her own cunt throbbed from the effect of the indecent exposure and she could hear Jack gasp behind her as he felt her warm wet flesh jerk tighter around his cock. She moved forward an inch or so, so that her face was within a few inches of Sarah's quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny thing that happened and Jack, behind her, shuffled forward on his knees between her thighs so as not to lose the maddening contact.
Evans leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her buttocks. Sarah groaned and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers hard into her soft flaccid flesh and she relaxed and let him spread them apart as he wished.
Carol, in her excitement, could hear him suck in his breath as the tiny ring of soft tender flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his middle finger. Sarah jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight rubbery opening and pressed her pelvis hard down into the mattress, her buttocks tensing tight together to try and escape the finger being thrust into her ass. It was useless and he thrust forward again sinking it to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaag, God," she gasped piteously and clenched her ass together as tight as she could, trapping his hand between the hardened cheeks.
"Open it," he commanded brutally, pushing down with all his strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission relaxed, her backside limp to be used as he wished.
As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anus with his finger, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, Carol could see his other hand stroking and preparing this thick veined cock for the final and ultimate humiliation of the defenseless young newlywed spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back, exposing the huge round bulbous head. It was monstrous and he aimed it directly at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large drop of spittle from his lips to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then, he leaned forward pressing the whole of his body into her back, the thick full length of his cock lay pressed into the crevice of her ass, the tip resting against the tiny throbbing hole wet from his spit. He pushed his hands under her loins again and stretched the white soft moons apart. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock hard instrument straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her ass.
Carol held her breath for what seemed an eternity and then groaned as she saw the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. She watched with open mouth, tongue hanging loosely from her lips, as she saw the tiny stretched anus slipping over and clasping the tip of Evan's cock like a rubber band. He grinned above her like an evil avenging devil and thrust his hips hard down again sinking his rod halfway to the hilt. Sarah cried out with pain, the sound muffled by the pillow pressing into her face, and flailed her legs on either side of him struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her body his cock skewered into her tightly-resisting anus another cruel and painful inch, until finally…
"Aaaaaaag, Uuuugh!" she gasped out the last of her strength and Evan's thick, huge cudgel slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her asshole. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Oooooh God, it's a tight little asshole," Evans hissed through clenched teeth above her. In spite of his desire to begin fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down grasping her firm rounded hips in his hands and pulled her to her knees, bending her body almost in double. He ground his teeth tight together and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of pain and humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward. Harry Burns, beside the obscenely-coupled pair, was going out of his mind. He ran his hands wildly over her breasts and back, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he could stand it no longer.
"Turn her over, damn it, turn her over," he fairly shouted at the preoccupied Evans.
Evans, barely hearing his pleas, locked his hands tightly to Sarah's hips and rolled to the side, pulling her backwards on top of him. His huge, throbbing cock was still imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his legs, a low pleading mewl coming from her wet, tortured lips.
Harry Burns lost no time. He leaped over between her widespread legs, straddling Evan's knees and pushed her thighs further apart still. He grasped his hard, aching cock in his hands and guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her pussy.
"Oooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly, joining Evans' cock already buried there in her rectum. She lay moaning and sobbing from the pain and shame, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled between their cocks like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating the two vicious instruments.
There was no delay. Harry Burns already excited from watching Evans' cruel rape of her anus began to furiously fuck into her hot, moist pussy while Evans beneath, began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her rectum. It took a moment, but then they began a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resilient foam rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force.
Carol watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few inches from where the two thick cudgels skewered into Sarah's wide stretched loins like twin battering rams. Her excited lust-dimmed eyes watched the moist long cocks-wet their full lengths from Sarah's vaginal secretions-fucking into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt drawing back with Harry's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide stretched asshole as Evans screwed into it with a demonic fury. On and on it went as she knelt before Jack screwing into her from behind like a wild man, he too excited by the obscene spectacle of two men ravishing the soft young girl between them at the same time.
And then, the impossible happened.
As Carol knelt in subservient excitement in front of the helpless Sarah she suddenly heard the low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading.
She was beginning to enjoy it!
It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position or from the lewd, obscene thought of being fucked half to death by two men at once like this. But whatever it was she began to feel it. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of Evan's cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Harry Burns' plunging cock into her suddenly hot steaming pussy. Her whole body undulated between the two men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles.
"Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her cunt and asshole. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a puppet. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
Sarah screamed first.
"Aaaaaahg," and then a longer one. "Aaaaaaaahggg! Oh God, keep on… keep on!"
The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire now and began sobbing out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until Carol thought it would never stop. The men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, both plunged forward at the same time imbedding their suddenly wild ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and asshole and pumped their sperm far, far up into her heaving belly. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap for a moment. Harry Burns rolling from off the top of her body his penis, still hard in spite of his orgasm, slipping from her wide-stretched cunt with a wet sucking noise that could be heard the full length of the room. Sarah lay still, flat on her back on top of Evans. His cock was still imbedded deep in her anus and she looked as though she were in a daze. Her legs wide apart so that the tiny pink edges of her vagina could still be seen wet and glistening, the thick stump of Evans' cock protruding from her rectum below.
Carol was going out of her mind now. The sight of the helpless, innocent Sarah going stark raving mad the way she did and turning into a sex-crazed maniac was just too much. She had to have it… and just the way Sarah did. Nothing else would do.
She slid forward desperately, dislodging Jack's still driving cock from her pussy and turning back to him, hissed over her shoulder.
"Put it in my ass, the way Charlie just did. Quick, damn it, quick!"
Jack, without needing further encouragement, placed the throbbing, blood-filled head against her tiny tight anal opening and thrust forward with all his strength.
"Oooooooh, God, Aaaaaag," Carol groaned, fighting to keep the tears of pain from flowing to her eyes. She didn't know it would hurt like this. It felt like a huge, red-hot steel rod being crammed between her legs.
But, she didn't have time to object further. Jack, locking her tight to him with his hands on her hips, rolled over in the same position Evans had had Sarah in, his cock imbedded deep up her rectum. Harry Burns needed no further invitation and jumped between her widespread legs and rammed it home deep in her belly. After awhile it didn't hurt anymore and they fucked her and fucked her, until she thought she would never cum again. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through her until finally she was too drained to even move. The rejuvenated men buffeted her limp form between them for hours like a rag doll until at last the two finished and spurted their hot, white sperm deep in her widely-expanded twin passages.
As they rolled from her body, both spent for the moment, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Evans furiously fucking Sarah again. Only, this time, there were no anguished pleas for mercy. She had her legs drawn back up tight against her chest with her ankles locked behind his neck. His cock was sunk completely to the hilt in the moist, hot slit of her vagina. Carol could see the wide stretched lips of the now-hungry tight cunt almost crawl up the full length of him as Sarah moaned and purred beneath him.
The thought, "well, welcome to the club" suddenly ran ridiculously through her mind.
After this, the weekend ran its course rapidly. Everyone made love to everyone else in a thousand different ways but somehow it never seemed to reach the same intense emotional state it did that first few hours. Sarah never made an objection after her initial one and Charlie Evans got all of it he wanted, So did the others. Carol was happy when Sunday afternoon finally rolled around. She was tired and one could only take so much sex. A lot maybe… but still there's a limit on everyone.