Ellen strained at her bonds until the ends of her fingers tingled with numbness, but the ropes did nothing but dig into the flesh of her wrists.
No matter how she moved the back of the chair seemed to find the nerve running along the inside of her left arm and zap it with an electric jolt.
She couldn't even get her knees around the corners of the seat to the front of the chair in order to try to close her thighs and bared pussy.
She tried moving her torso up and down, making her buttocks bounce on the seat, in an effort to get her skirt to slip from her waist down over her open cunt.
None of it worked. She was stuck. She was there. She was positioned just the way they wanted her to be positioned.
After Stan and Velma had finished fucking, they'd left the room. Ellen could hear them all eating and talking. The scent of food made her hungry, and she couldn't believe that she would think of eating at a time like this.
She wished they'd bring her something, though. The flood of Stan's sperm lay heavily in her belly, and the taste of it was strong and repulsive in her mouth.
Yes, she thought wryly, very repulsive. So repulsive you shuddered off to another orgasm instead of gagging it up, you slut!
She groaned inwardly. Images of Gram drifted across the backs of her eyes, scolding, shaming, and damning. She wanted to weep, but no tears would come. Instead, her pussy kept tingling and squeezing all along its length, as if it had awakened after its long sleep and tasted the joys of life again.
She heard someone coming into the room. She nearly turned her head to look and then caught herself just in time. She stiffened with suspense, because the person stopped at her revealed pussy, leering at it, getting all hot and stiff-cocked enough to fuck her again.
A kind of relief passed through her when she finally saw that it was Jay and not Stan. Or worse yet, Cy. He held a paper plate. There was a hamburger on it. Her mouth watered. To cover the fact, she asked, "Who is it?" Her mouth wouldn't water over something she couldn't see.
"Me, Jay," he said. He lifted his eyes from her pussy and grinned self-consciously until he remembered she couldn't see him gazing at her naked twat. "I brought you a hamburger. Do you want it? I-I thought you might be getting hungry, too."
He smiled, he had a nice smile. In the light, she could see a sensitive quality about his features that made him look even younger and more boyish than he was.
She debated not to act with him. He wasn't like the others. She didn't know what he was doing with them. He kept gazing at her naked pussy lips and the way the end of her right tit thrust from the tear in her dress, as if the sight of any pussy or tit was something new and exciting to him.
"I'd love it, Jay," she said finally, smiling back as much as she could. "That's sweet of you, it really is. It's comforting to know there's someone here who cares what happens to me."
He fairly flushed, which let her know that she'd chosen the right way to act with him.
"I can't eat it with my hands tied, though," Ellen said. "Will you help me untie them?"
He licked his lips and looked quickly at the doorway. "No, I can't do that!" he cried quietly. "My brother'd kill me!"
That answered a question or two. It explained why he was with them – kid brother tagging along. It explained why Velma acted motherly toward him.
Ellen should have recognized the similarities, the slim builds, the long faces, the faint resemblance in voice quality. But the hugely differing mannerisms and personalities between Jay and Stan had bidden them.
"Then how am I going to eat, Jay?"
"I can hold it for you," he said, scooping the burger from the plate. He held it toward her mouth. "Here. Open up."
She did. He pushed a third of it into her mouth, the way he'd have eaten it. She bit down, and juice filled her mouth, blotting out the taste of his brother's sperm.
While she chewed on it, Jay stooped slightly, his gaze raptly glued to her spread thighs. His eyes moved up and down and around in little motions, taking in the whole of her auburn curls, the fleshy cunt lips, the pink slit between them, the little hood at the top of her cleft that hid her clit.
To her perfect astonishment and shame, she felt her cunt mouth twitch and suck under his gaze. She felt the silky tissues squeeze together and make a bead of cunt honey dribble from the wet folds and trickle slowly under her crotch to puddle in the puckered mouth of her asshole.
She heard him suck in his breath at the sight. She could just see the line of his cock grow thicker in his pants and the rod jerk slightly.
She stopped chewing. She felt electric tingles shoot through her belly and mate her nipples stiffen. God, if she came again, right in front of him while he watched, she'd die!
"M-More," she gasped, swallowing hard, trying to empty her mouth of the hunk of meat still in it.
He straightened up and gave her another third, watching her tit swell and her nipple fill and harden. His cock was fully erect in his pants now. She expected him to pull it out and do what his brother had done. Her mouth was so full, though, it would have been impossible.
He moaned softly, squeezing his thighs together. His free hand hovered over her naked tit. She could see it clearly. His fingers trembled hard. She stopped chewing and held her breath. Her betraying tit seemed to stretch outward toward his hand as if begging to be cupped and fondled.
"Oh, Mrs. Chidsey," he whispered.
"I guess you can call me Ellen, Jay," she said softly.
"Ellen…"
"What is it?"
"I-you're really beautiful, Ellen," he gasped, his fingers tracing the outline of her firm tit, just a fraction of an inch from the soft flesh.
"I think you're nice, too, Jay," she whispered.
Her pussy tunnel was squirming. She knew why. At one of the parties, there'd been a boy…
She searched her memory for his name and couldn't recall it. A shy boy, like Jay! She'd set her sights on him. She'd taunted him and teased him until his prick was ready to explode. Then she'd spread her naked thighs and had slipped her wet, young pussy down over his prick and had fucked him until he'd squealed with orgasm. It had been one of the most exciting times. It might even have been his swimming load that had made Tish come into being. She didn't even know.
That was the kind of wanton, shameful girl she'd been. The kind she couldn't bear the thought of Tish being.
Jay cupped her tit. His breath sucked into his lungs, and his fingers trembled so hard they made her flesh shake.
"Ohhhh, Ellen…" he whimpered.
"Jay," she gasped softly, unable to control the way her pussy lips fluttered, feeling absurdly adolescent again herself. "Jay, I'm thirsty now. Can you – will you please get me some water?"
He didn't want to stop. His fingers squeezed and fondled. They explored the soft firmness of her breast. They marveled over the rubbery sweetness of her distended nipple.
Ellen held her breath. She didn't know what she was going to do when he got bold enough to fondle her helpless pussy, running his fingertips through the slippery, silken folds, sliding one into her vagina to explore her heated, oiled wetness.
Yes, she did. She knew. She would shame herself again. She would shudder hard and suck at his finger with her shameless pussy and come hard.
"Oh, Jay, please," she whispered.
He took his hand away. He reached far to the side to a table she'd seen before. His hand came back with a paper cup with Coke in it.
"Here," he said, his hand still shaking as he held it to her lips. The bubbles tickled her nose. The stuff seemed sickly sweet after all the years of not drinking any, but it was wet, and the request had distracted him. For a little while, anyway.
"I-I hope you didn't mind, Ellen," he said tremulously.
What was there to reply? Don't do it again? Don't touch my helpless pussy next?
"I-I liked it, Jay," she whispered, her manner conspiratorial and intimate. "You were gentle, very gentle and tender. A girl likes being treated gently and tenderly. You – you know what Cy did to me. You were right there on the seat next to me."
"The big bastard!" Jay cried quietly, his voice emotional.
"He hurt me, Jay. Hurt me terribly. Don't ever treat a girl that way. Or the way your brother does."
"Yeah, God I saw him, Ellen – him and Velma! God, I wanted to smash him!"
"Did you, Jay? You mean you didn't wish you were the one making me… do it?"
"Not that way, Ellen. I swear it! Not unless…"
"Unless the girl wanted to?"
"Yeah," he gasped, his breath harsh. "Unless she really wanted to su – to do it." He paused, his own breath choking him. "Ellen, do you think… would you… ohhhhhh, God."
"More Coke, Jay," she said quickly.
He held the cup closely to her lips and watched her drink. She could feel his breath puffing against her face, could feel his eyes running over the slope of her bare tit and down her belly to the raised hem of the skirt.
She sensed that his prick was ready to spurt wildly inside his pants. She drank and drank, wishing her pussy would stop sucking and quaking. She nearly had to force herself not to come.
"Ohhhh, Ellen, I've got – I want… ohhhhh, I'm going to…"
He was fairly panting. She'd drained the cup. It had been a huge cup. Her belly sloshed inside. There was no pretext left, no way to avoid it. And what would be the point in avoiding it, anyway. Stan's thick cock spurting and hosing into her throat hadn't been the last of what they were doing to her.
He gasped again and got directly in front of her, looking down at her open, shamelessly quivering pussy. He went to his knees. His expression was one of awe, something approaching reverence as he gazed upon her red, naked meat.
He put his hands on her upper thighs. His fingers trembled harder than ever. He couldn't catch his breath. She could see through the thin spot of the blindfold that his cock was leaking terribly, leaving a big dark stain on his pants.
She moaned inwardly. Better Jay than one of the others. Much, much better!
"Hey, ya dumb little shit. Ya gonna fuck it or just look at it?" Cy's wet tenor came, shattering the moment between them.
Jay whipped his head around. He glared at Cy with naked hatred. "You get out of here and leave her alone, you big ape!"
"Punk kid," he growled. "Get the fuck out of my way, or I'll heave your skinny body into the wall head first, like shooting a bow and arrow into a board."
He pushed on Jay's head and made him sit on his butt hard on the floor. "You don't shoot the bow, stupid! Anybody knows that!"
Cy unzipped his pants and hauled his fat, stubby cock out of the gap. He shook it at Jay, and Ellen whimpered inwardly at the sight of it, her pussy tunnel squeezing tightly and closing up.
"I oughta fuck this up your skinny asshole, you little shit," he snarled quietly, being sure Stan didn't hear the threat. "That'd take some of the snot out of your fuckin' nose. One day, kid, you and me's gonna get to it, and I'm gonna wipe my asshole with your face." He loomed over Jay with vicious threat. "Now get the fuck outa here while I fuck this cunt again. At least I know what to do with a cunt besides just look at it."
Jay's face was red with anger. He looked ready to spring from the floor, swinging wildly. But he thought better of it and scampered out of the room, nearly in tears. Ellen had the overwhelming feeling they were for her.
Cy turned toward her. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with terror at the sight of his broad, tree-trunk cock. He reached down and grabbed her cunt and shook it, jamming his finger as far into her body as he could.
"Oh, God!" she cried, unable to hold it back. "Don't let him fuck me!"
Cy laughed. "He ain't gonna stop me this time, baby. He's busy hookin' up the phone so's he can call your old man. I figure that's a swell time to get my cock up that tight pussy of yours again. But not in no fuckin' chair."
He bent down and worked at the knots at her ankles with his stubby fingers. She thought of kicking him in the face as soon as one leg was free. But when it was, she was dismayed with the deadness in it from the way her muscles were cramped. It wouldn't have fazed him anyway, she guessed.
He undid her other leg. She began to hope that he'd untie her hands. Then, maybe…
Instead, he scooped his hands under her ass and lifted straight up, grunting once; doing it was amazingly effortlessness. The chair back slid through the circle of her arms and left them dangling behind her back, still tied.
He set her on her feet and straightened up, grinning lewdly. Her skirt had fallen back over her thighs. He reached forward, gathering the torn part of her dress in his big paw.
"No, don't!" she cried.
He laughed and yanked down hard. The strong material tore into her flesh, wrenching her body violently before giving with a loud tearing sound.
"Ahhhhh, God, it hurts!" she cried, tears burning from her eyes shamelessly. The sleeves separated at the armholes, leaving two tubes of material over her arms. The rest of the dress went to the floor in tatters.
"Yeah, that's better," he grinned, running his pig-like eyes up and down her naked body. "Man, you're built for fuckin', baby," he said, snaking his arm about her waist and pulling her against his belly.
The folds of fat turned out to be mostly muscle. The stubby pole of his cock jutted into her belly like a stick of wood. His big hand cupped her whole ass and squeezed the cheeks together as if her butt were no bigger than a baby's.
He lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. He set her down and worked his pants off with one hand while holding onto her with the other.
"God, don't…" she cried, trying to pull away from him now that her legs were working a little again. "Ohhhh, please don't fuck me again!"
"Don't gimme that shit, baby. You gabbled it up in the car. No cunt ever squeezed around my prick like that before. You loved it."
"I hated it, you big asshole!" she screamed, startled by her language.
He burst out laughing, fondling her tits and ass, running the edge of his hand between her thighs and into her pussy slit, making the tissues burn with the friction.
"Listen to that Goddamn talk. Jus' like Stan says, by God. Phony bitch who loves big cocks and pretends she doesn't."
He chortled wetly and flung himself onto his back on the bed, pulling her with him, making her sprawl atop him, helplessly pinned by the big arms encircling her body.
The bed groaned and sagged as if it would collapse. She hoped it would. He kneed her thighs apart. No amount of kicking and squirming did any good.
She felt him reach between their bodies and tilt his cock up between her legs. The broad head caught in the pocket of flesh at the bottom of her pussy and nearly tore it before popping free and bumping over her asshole.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried, wrenching her hips, half-floating on his bulbous belly.
"Yaaaah, ya like it!" he crowed, squeezing her butt cheeks together again. "One touch of the big cock, and you shake all over. That's the way I like 'em!"
He moved his hips against the mattress, bringing them up again and again, making his cock probe and jab at her crotch.
"Oh, please, it burns! You're hurting me! Ahhhhh, my crotch – it's bleeding! It's got to be bleeding!"
"It's just leakin', baby," he groaned. He lunged up again. His wide, fat cock-head centered at her vaginal mouth and tore inside, fucking deep.
"Eeeeee, God!" she screamed, her hips and ass shaking wildly.
"Shit, that's a tight cunt!" he groaned, mashing down on her ass with his hands, making her pussy surround his prick totally.
He began to fuck and pump. His broad prick reamed in and out of her hole. At least she was slippery this time. She clenched her teeth and grunted with each thrust.
Slippery, yes, from his wads of sperm before, from the way Velma had sucked on her pussy and made her come. From the way her shameless cunt had been twitching and leaking over the way Jay had been staring into it so shyly, so thrillingly.
Yes, thrillingly!
"Ahhhhh, God!" she moaned, gritting her teeth even harder, wishing his tits weren't so fleshy and yielding under her spiked nipples.
Her eyes popped open. She gasped. It was incredible! Her nipples were spiked, and her pussy was wet! And the blazing pain of his cunt stretching cock – it was turning into something else, something unbelievable!
It might not have happened, if… If… If she hadn't come already and awakened her sleeping pussy. If Jay hadn't come in to feed her and fondle her so shyly and make her remember that boy.
If Cy hadn't pulled her ass-cheeks apart and teased her pulsing anus with the tip of his cock-sized finger before screwing it deep, deep into her ass.
"Abhhhh, no!" she cried, her head jerking up. "Ahhhh, not my ass! Ohhhhh, God!"
Her pussy went wild. Her whole bottom shuddered and quaked. The sensations were overwhelming. Shame and a sense of total perversion washed through her in pulsing waves.
"Fuck, baby, fuck! You love it! God, what a cunt! What a tight asshole! What a hot little bitch! Ahhhhh, shit, my cock's gonna explode!"
His big prick slid in and out of her hole, pumping up and down. He tossed her on his shaking belly, making her feel as if she were floating in mid-air.
His finger squirmed and screwed and twisted inside her asshole, sending shudders all through her body, making the shameful ending inevitable.
She gasped. She moaned. She felt her nipples boring into his chest, full of stiffness and shame and sensation she couldn't help.
She was aware of a voice coming faintly through the doorway, from a conversation in the other room. She didn't care about it. There was only one thing she cared about, and that was the awareness of her depravity right then.
Oh, Gram would be spinning in her grave right now! There was a cock bucking and churning up her foaming cunt and a stiff finger swirling around in her sucking, twisting ass, and she was loving it all! Loving it and hating it at the same time. Beating against his flabby chest with her shaking head and yet rolling her hips around like a common slut…
"Ohhhhh, don't make me… don't fuck me so… ohhhhhh, God, I'm going to come! You're making me come! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Her body whipped and churned. Her pussy sucked and pulled at the thick, nasty cock rammed into her all the way to her vaginal depths. The prick spewed and hosed and bucked inside her body, filling her perverted pussy until the sodden tissues squished.
She sobbed. Harsh, wracking hiccups tore at her chest with the demoralizing agony of what she'd done again.
She heard Stan's low, evil chuckle behind her. He stood and looked down at the way her spread-checked ass quivered and shook, the way her tight, spasming anal ring pulsed around the broad finger.
He looked at the way her pussy tips were mashed against her inner thighs by the broad, jamming stump of thick cock that stuffed her tiny cunt hole.
The ripe, red flesh quaked and shuddered. It glistened with juice and squished with sperm sputtering out around the fat cock and the stretched vaginal mouth.
She moaned again, shame filling her, knowing he was watching and yet unable to stop the way her body shook and heaved as she came and came.
"That was perfect timing, baby," he crowed. "Ol' Burkie heard it all."