"I got her, Tug!" Hands circled my wrists. It was the boy with acne. Behind him was the other man I'd seen talking to the red-headed girl and some more men I hadn't seen before. I was forced to my knees in the sand.
"Would you dig this!" one of the men said, wiping a glop of jizz from my leg. "Looks like she got away before old Farley did any good." They all laughed. Someone forced my head back. I glimpsed a belt buckle flash as it came undone. I thought I might faint. Through the daze of my senses I recognized Phil's voice. There were five of them now; I was looking at five pairs of legs. Hands touched me, lots of hands. I shivered with disgust. A cock, two cocks were poked at me as more of my captors unzipped and dropped their jeans.
"Come on, slut," the acne-faced boy said, jerking my head back again and pushing his prick against my lips. Phil was there, too. I felt him take my hand and put it on his balls.
"Hey, she's got another hand… gimmee!" I grasped two cocks, fearing for my life if I didn't.
Someone was tickling the sharp point of a hunting knife up and down my tits. I began to jack the hard cocks. My lips were pushed back until I had to mouth the acne-faced boy's prick. I cried out when he grabbed my head and forced the knob deep, but his rod was not as long as Farley's, thank God. The other two in the circle pushed closer.
"I want a little of that mouth, too, Leroy!" The acne-faced boy was pushed away and another larger cock bumped my chin. When I opened my eyes, I saw the prick was chocolate-brown. A big black man in a leather vest grinned down at me. "Bet you ain't seen a dong that big, hey?"
"Please… don't…" My words were smothered by the taut brown knob. It swelled bigger inside my mouth. The black widened his stance and held my head firmly against him while I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his hard shaft.
"Let's give this bitch a bellyful of jizz!"
"You better jack me better than that, cunt."
Another man was jacking his dick, grunting loudly as he held his cock towards my tits. I worked the skin of the two cocks as best I could. One swelled suddenly in my fingers and dribbled slick strings of seed. Another man behind rue spit on my back and began to rub the tip of his prick against the wetness. I thought I'd died and gone to hell. I couldn't bring myself to feel the soppy heat inside my cunt, couldn't let anyone know that for some reason my body was sexually excited. I felt like a tortured animal. The black man's cock tasted strange. It was sponger than Farley's cock had been but longer and broader across the tip.
The man whose cock had spurted went away and another cock was pushed into my palm. I jacked it hard, watching the foreskin tighten over the knob and finally pull back around it in a tight, slick collar.
The black man was making funny sounds as he fucked my mouth. His cock jumped against the roof of my mouth and a powerful fountain of jizz flooded my mouth, choking me.
"Suck, you dumbass pussy!" he groaned, hooking fingers behind my head. I twisted frantically to free myself from the jetting prick but my gags didn't bother him. The sticky, hot seed pushed up into my nose, spurted from the corners of my mouth. I felt the droplets wet my nipples and begin to cool there.
"This cunt's gonna get her a cum bath!" said the acne-faced boy. "Rub it in, cunt!"
"Fuck you, Leroy," another said, "she's busy with me."
Phil pushed close. His hand began to smooth the warm jizz over my tits and belly. There was laughter and someone pressed the toe of a boot between my asscheeks. I felt warm drips on my shoulder and saw that one of the men who'd been jacking his dick was coming. The second convulsion of his body brought a hot streak of jizz against my cheek. The black cock inside my mouth gouged deeply as the last few frothing jets of cum leaked down my throat. My stomach bucked but held.
The black man staggered back and his cock popped wetly loose from my lips. Another man forced his way through the circle. His cock was very short and thick. I shook my head but he took my jaw roughly and forced it open. I tasted the salty grime of his fingers and then he filled my mouth with prick. I cried out again but my words were not words at all.
"Not polite to talk with your mouth full of dick, baby!" someone said. A man was touching my ass, playing in the damp crack between my clenched buns. I couldn't keep him out. He tickled my asshole, fingered it roughly and finally forced up into my bowels.
"Hey, I want to fuck her in the ass!" Acne-face again. I cringed, sobbed through the cummy flared holes of my nostrils. Another cock, this time behind me, went off. The man who'd spit on my back and was dry-fucking there… I felt the dribbling hot jizz spread down my skin.
"Yeah, I always wanted to fuck a cheerleader in the ass."
"Who says she's a cheerleader?"
"Looka them tits!"
"Hell, I'm lookin' at her ass."
Hands pulled at my thighs, my ankles. Someone cursed and was shoved against me and away. I felt a cock tip wedged dryly between the cheeks of my ass and then forced deeper. My hung closed into a tiny knot against the pressure.
"She's got a helluva tight asshole."
Someone poured beer over my shoulders and rubbed it in with the cum. I knew how drunk they all were, how doped up. Even Phil didn't seem to care what happened. But then how could I expect him to? He was an animal like the rest. My face and neck tickled with drying cum and the throbbing prick in my mouth seemed about to explode.
Now I knew what cum really tasted like. It had a salty, flat taste and though I was sure it would make me sick, that hadn't happened yet. The man with the short cock jammed in my mouth sat down and pulled me down, too, down between his thighs as I sucked his prick and the spit dribbled from around my lips. I was half sobbing through it all and my tears seemed to excite the men around me. I was on my belly now and rocks cut my flesh. The man behind me was pulling my ankles apart. I felt him rub something between the cheeks of my ass, something wet with spit and rigid.
"Hold her, Leroy. Goddamn!"
"God, she's a piece of ass, ain't she?"
I wrenched my mouth loose from the short, broad cock. "Nooo! I can't do this any more… I…" The man behind me grabbed my hips and rammed his cockhead through the tight whorl of my asshole. The pain was excruciating… I thought I'd been stabbed with a knife. I gasped and fell forward on the other man's stomach. He was trying frantically to push his cock back between my lips, but before he could, I grasped the sliding cock skin and pumped hot froth out of the knob. It was better to do it like that than have his prick in my mouth.
"Open your Goddamn… Uhhhhh!" Hot jets of cum spit against my chin and neck. The others around laughed and grimy hands wiped the stringy jizz over me. The smeared stuff was drying already, cracking on my skin. I writhed onto my side and immediately another from the circle dropped down and clamped his crotch against mine. Behind, my ass was torturously skewered with a prick, the black man's prick. How could he get his cock hard again so soon? Or was it another black man? Black arms, black hands circled in front of me and rubbed my engorged nipples. Oh, what did it matter any more? I doubted that I'd be alive when the sun went down on the day. They'd have to kill me when it was over… they'd have to. "Christ, has she got a sweet ass!"
"I'm gonna fuck her from the front, man. Watch out now…" A spit-slick prick gouged down the swollen depth of my slit, searching for my cunt hole. Why was my body acting like it was, why were my pussy juices flooding out over my inner thighs? The man bucked his hips. I could smell the sourness of his underarms, the beery stink of his breath. The tip of his cock popped easily past the clenched ring of my cunt mouth. I tried to jerk my ass back from him but that only made the black man's cock go deeper in my butt. He groaned and thrust into my ass with short, hard jabs. I felt my soft guts give around his swollen knob. And at the same instant the man in front shoved his cock into my cunt to the balls.
"Grab my nuts, you bitch!"
I touched his balls like he wanted. They were big and furry and hot, and when I rubbed the heavy eggs in the sac, they moved slickly around each other. I could feel the tubes which led up into the man's body and then out… out to his pisshole where the hot cum would boil from. I began to cry harder. I was crying for the shame of my body, for the way it felt with so many cocks in it. And then another man knelt by my face and held his prick out to me like some awful gift. It was the biggest prick I'd ever seen. It looked like a donkey's cock. No woman could take anything like that inside her cunt. It even looked too big for my mouth.
"Eat," the man grunted. His face was pocked and mean-looking. "You eat my dick now, okay?"
"Noooo! Oh, God no!"
But he had my head, held it tight as my body squirmed from the cocks that were plunging in and out of my cunt and asshole. I felt like I was being torn apart. The black man was fucking hard into my ass and when the other biker had his prick deep in my cunt at the same time, I just quivered, my pussy flooding butter to ease the awful friction.
The big Neanderthal-looking guy at my face pushed his knob against my lips. The milky droplet at its slit smeared hotly over my chin, my cheek as he tried to force his huge rod inside. Finally I opened my mouth and bared my teeth.
"I'll bite you! Don't do this to me any more!" A storm of sobs broke over me. As much as anything I was frantic from the steady pulses of tingles that surged through my thighs and belly. I was frying hard to keep still but my ass seemed to be moving by itself, trying to escape and in that feeble attempt was rubbing even harder against the pricks that fucked me.
"I won't come," I gasped quietly to myself. The big brutal-looking man held my chin and rubbed his swollen knob across my teeth. "I won't, I won't, I won't!"
"What she won't do?" the black said.
"She's starting to like it," said another.
"Look at her move, man. She's gotta be liking it!"
"Noooo! I hate all of you!" I was screeching, my fists clenched like I might strike. The man with his cock in my face was jacking the skin slowly. Another big droplet of something poised at the tip, fell into the hollow of my neck. My breath hissed through my nostrils when I closed my mouth. I had to have more air than that. My mouth fell open slackly and I panted like a driven animal.
"Yeah, she likes it. Suck her tit, Bull!"
Bull, the man who was fucking me in the cunt, clamped his grizzled mouth over one of my boobs. I felt the nipple raked by his teeth, sucked roughly over his tongue. I twitched as the intense sensation burned through a thousand nerves. My cunt ached with the savage friction of his fucking. I twisted my hips, twisted my body to get away. Hands were on me everywhere, in my armpits, on my belly and back. Someone had begun to chew at the soft place behind one knee and another had his tongue in my ear.
"I won't!" I screamed, pushing the brutal man's cock away from my lips again. "I won't come!" They laughed. The laughter sickened me but in an instant that, too, was washed away by the mounting madness of the fever that I was drowning in. Deep inside I felt my cunt convulsing, tightening its velvet folds around the plunging cockhead. And my hung tingled with a different, stranger fire. The man who fucked my ass was coming. I could hear him, feel the hot slime spurting back out of my asshole, wetting the plump halves of my butt. I tried not to wiggle around so much, but now I was making terrible, panting noises that sounded like they came from a stranger. And when the cock in my pussy began to explode with seed, too, I clenched the muscles of my ass and felt my hung tighten around the black man's cock.
"Damn, her white ass is good, baby!"
My willowy body was flopping around on the hard ground like I was a beached fish. I felt the hot, male bodies pressed against me front and back, saw the cock before my face swell suddenly larger. The knob bulged, grew taut. I could see through the membrane which covered the spongy cockhead, see the blood so purple and hot.
I knew the man wanted me to take his load but tried to twist my mouth away again. He pulled me back. The biker who fucked me in the cunt ran his tongue deep into my ear. His spit blocked my hearing and he bit down against my earlobe and held me there while the man with the brutal face again tried to shove his cock tip between my lips. I clenched my teeth. A hot fountain of seed squirted against them, coated the insides of my lips with a film of slick.
"Suck my prick, Goddamn you!"
I managed to turn away somehow. The glossy tip of his cock slid down my cheek as another creamy flood frothed out. Flecks of hot cum spattered over the bridge of my nose, my forehead, hung in my hair. My pussy began to convulse in aching, cunt-wrenching spasms.
"Look at her, man!"
"Oh, nooo! Oh, Jesus in heaven… Ohhhh!" I wanted to die as hot cum sprayed my face, as a tongue flicked wetly in the spit-slick whorls of my ear. I felt my cunt and ass pumped full of seed and closed my eyes against the sliding hand that milked gloppy curds of jizz onto my closed lips. My ass plunged wildly. The tickle built in a hot core somewhere inside… The heat of the cummy mess inside my body added to my own heat and a maddening tickle in my cunt ravaged my senses. I clutched at the man's ass who fucked me in the cunt, tore my hands away with a groan.
"Leave me alone! Can't you just kill me and stop this… Ohhhhhh!" I bucked and trashed, smearing my cummy cheeks against the belly of the man close to my face. His huge, sagging cock drooped from his grasp and flopped slicky into the hollow beneath my chin. He pumped it there as the last few eruptions of thick jizz were forced out and down my shoulder. I grunted low in my throat as the turbulent forces swept over my emotions. With trembly, vicious movements of my crotch, I ground out the savage tickle in my cunt. The juicy mess crackled and popped as I rubbed my cummy inner petals against the wilting cockshaft of the biker. I could feel my cunt muscles milking his tender knob, making him wince with the excruciating friction. It was terrible… it was the end of the world, of everything I thought was right. The burst of white-hot joy swept it all away though. The bikers, the hard, hurting ground at my side, the mess I was in – all became the fiery, shivering seizure of my come. I was dimly aware of kicking someone, of striking another with my fist. I was biting something, too – something fleshy and soft and… bloody.
"She bit me, Goddamn it! She bit a fuckin' hole in my arm!" It was the black man who'd been hugging me from behind. I rubbed my cheek against the sand. Maybe someone had stabbed me, maybe they were bleeding me and would drink from my veins. I didn't know. I didn't care. A misty, translucent haze came before my vision. I was dimly aware of voices, shoves of arms and bodies as the slimy cocks were pulled from my twitching cunt and asshole. Then nothing.
"You better get your ass out of here."
"Huh? I… I…" A face swam before my eyes. Farley. He had my bikini in his hands. "What… where did…" It was coming back to me. My body hurt in a dozen different places. I felt as if I'd been torn apart by a pack of wolves.
Farley smiled, shook his head. "Mama Red's hunting for your ass. She don't take kindly to some chick drifting in and letting the boys gang-bang her."
"I didn't let anybody do… Oh, God, I feel sick."
"Watch out…" Farley held my head while I puked. Then he made me stand up and thrust the two parts of my bikini into my hand. "Go down through there and you'll find the path to the lake."
I staggered forward a few steps, collapsed on my knees. Farley helped me up again. Everything was spinning. Dimly I could remember the church picnic, Janey and Ron and the boat.
"You shouldn't've took off from me like that," Farley said. "I ain't half as bad as them bikers."
"They're your friends, aren't they?" A sob convulsed me but no tears came. He let go of my waist.
"You're lucky they let you keep your shoes…" he laughed, "…and your hair."
I put a hand to my matted, cummy hair. Then turned from him and lurched away through the trees. I heard him still laughing behind me. I fell twice but forced myself on. When I found the path, I wanted to run, to flee the ugly hell behind me. But I was too weak. I clenched my bikini, too afraid someone would catch up to me to stop and put it on. At last I saw the glitter of wind-tossed water between the thick branches ahead. I plunged down the shore and threw myself into the lake, rubbing the dried sperm from my face and neck and tits. Then I washed my crotch. I forced down with the muscles deep inside my cunt, forced out the jizz that had been planted there. Stringy white tendrils clouded the water around me. I splashed and rubbed my body clean, drenched my hair and cleaned it, too. Then I put on my bikini. The touch of it against my cunt mound was.
Voices from the other side of the island! I recognized Janey's high-pitched laugh. I waded back out to the log bridge and crossed, walking fast, my feet squishing in my soaked sneakers. When the trees thinned and I saw the boat and Janey's water-plastered hair, I felt like I had been reborn again. I'd fallen into some mad hell and emerged alive. Miraculously alive! Now my shame and hatred and frantic need for revenge overcame me. I'd go to the police! I'd tell them how I'd been raped and degraded like an animal. I'd tell them… "Hey, Lorrie!" Janey splashed up out of the water, waved at me. "We were wondering where the heck you went." Her face darkened as I came closer. "Is anything wrong? Oh, wow!"
I ran up, tears streaming suddenly down my cheeks. "They raped me! Farley and a bunch of bikers. Phil was there, too. There was a black guy who fucked…" I wasn't used to saying that word out loud. I clamped my hand over my mouth, fell against Janey's shoulder.
"They raped you?"
"God, it was awful! There were two of them doing it to me, and [missing text]."
"Two at the same time?"
"You should have seen them. Like animals! They were all over me, touching me, licking me…" I didn't like the funny look on Janey's face. Maybe it was her lips hanging open. They seemed so full all of a sudden and her eyes had a glazed, wild look. She ran her tongue between her teeth.
"What else happened, Lorrie. Tell me, huh?"
I controlled my sobs enough to get out a few more words. "They came inside. In my…" I touched my ass, "…back there, too. I had it all over me. One made me take his thing in the mouth." I started crying again. Janey licked her full lips, nodded in sympathy. One of her slender hands brushed against her belly, lightly touched the crotch of her bikini bottom.
"Sounds awful all right."
"I want to find a policeman!" I made fists again, bit my tongue in anger. "I'm going to tell them what [missing text]."
"Are you sure you want to do that, Lorrie?"
I looked at her in disbelief. "They raped me! Can't you understand?"
"Yeah, sure. I understand. But it's not so simple as all that. The police around Olema are kind of old-fashioned. They have funny ideas about women getting raped."
"What do you mean, funny?" I dug a knuckle at one teary eye.
"They don't always think of it as rape, that's [missing text]."
"What if I'm pregnant? Oh, God, I'll just die if…"
"When's your period?" Janey asked. She made me sit down. Across a sandy spit I saw Ron sailing flat rocks off the waves. He looked our way, waved.
"I don't know, tomorrow or the next day I guess."
She hugged my shoulders. "You'll be okay I think."
"You're telling me I shouldn't say a word about this? To the police or anybody?"
Janey looked apologetic. "I know it must have been awful. But you're okay now. They didn't hurt you. And if you go tell the cops, with you being new in town and all…" She threw her hands out. "I know these guys. I've seen them cruising the high school in their squad car. I mean, they look like they'd rape a chick, too, if they could get away with it. You can just dig how they're gonna act when you come in and tell them you accidentally stumbled onto a gang of bikers having a party and…"
"Yeah, I know." I put my face in my hands. I was feeling a little sick again and very weak. Maybe Janey was right. And I hadn't thought of my dad, either. What would happen if he found the cut screen where Tony had escaped and then questioned my claim of rape by the bikers? Two times I'd been forcibly fucked by men and I was too scared to say anything. I felt dirty and ashamed. I hated men, hated all of them, even my father.
"I think I want to go home."
Janey jumped up. "Sure. I'll go with you."
"You will?" I felt grateful somehow. Janey was the only person I had confided in, or could trust.
"I think you'd better talk it all out, get it out of your system." She licked her lips again. She seemed to be breathing faster than usual, but I couldn't be sure.
"Maybe you're right…" I let her lead me towards the boat. Ron was walking towards us, still flipping stones sidearm into the lake. He wouldn't know, no one would know. No one but Janey and me. But when he glanced my way, the tender ruin of my cunt seemed to glow with guilt. It was as if my skimpy bikini couldn't possibly hide the shame of what I'd been through. I was sure he would be able to see the dents of the bikers' fingers, the cummy streaks across my skin.
"We want to go back to the picnic," Janey told him.
Ron pulled at the boat, slid it down off the sandy beach. "Yeah, I'm gettin' hungry again myself." He looked at me as Janey helped me step over the side. "Where'd ya go, Lorrie?"
"Just for a walk." I looked down at my thighs. A bruise on the inside of one was beginning to darken.
"Have a good time?"
"Wonderful," I choked out. "Just wonderful." I wanted to be sick again but kept my stomach from bucking as Ron rowed us back towards the distant babble of the church picnic.