Desperately Christine tried to keep her face away. But there was no chance for her. She had to stand like that, her arms and legs helpless while the water splashed teasingly over her body. All the muscles in her body worked as water splashed into her nostrils, her eyes, her mouth.
Clouds of steam began rising from under her feet from the combination of hot water and cold concrete. The hose blasted now against the woman's tits. She felt her nipples driving into the flesh of her tits under that attack. The frame rattled even more as Christine threw her body to the right, then to the left. She felt her tits aching with lust. If only they would turn off the water and take her. Yes, take her, fuck her there in the dirt, in the basement like some kind of animal. For, that was what they were. Animals! Rutting animals! They should fuck like them.
"Go for it, baby…" one of them muttered.
Christine was panting as much from excitement as from the heat of the hose. And her breathing became more labored as the heavy flow of water landed on her clit and cunthole. She was moving her hips again, letting them hunch up and down in a shameful fucking movement. It was an insane heat, a wild arousal! Her head lolled forward, then fell back while the streams of water bounced off her tits, then struck at the base of her throat before going back to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh fuck, fuck," she moaned, her whispers drowned out by the hissing spray.
It was horrible, horrible and yet delightful.
She could feel an orgasm building up in her cunt. Yes, an actual climax because of that rushing water splashing so wonderfully around her pussy and clit. It wouldn't be long before those delicious contractions would tear through her mind and body. She hoped Brad would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, the woman knew she would surely go mad with lust.
Christine twisted her hips around, actually seeking out the stream now. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. Then mass of feelings in her crotch increased, burning to a pinpoint of concentration. How deliciously the water beat at her clit, softening but yet rising as Christine writhed to get the flow onto the mouth of her pussy.
And then it was gone. The water was spattering the wall to her right. The sudden halt of the heat in her cunt made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip. And then the stream was back, sending her higher than before. Brad was taking careful aim with the hose, seeing what was happening to her.
Again the hose blasted onto her tits. Christine felt the water lingering around her nipples a little longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up to her face. The full swell of her tits throbbed strangely under that hot flow. It was time for her to cum! She could feel that horrible throbbing growing worse and worse, matching the beating of her heart! Groaning, Christine tensed herself, rubbing her thighs together as best she could in that spread-eagled position to bring herself off.
She could have cried with frustration. Brad now played the hose between her outspread thighs. Only the reflected drops hit her cunt now. The water bounced from her flesh, washing down her hips and ass. If only she could spread herself for the vulgar stream, let it enter her pussy freely, fuck her as she wanted the Rudd brothers to fuck her!
"Go for it!" Ed shouted.
Orgasm! Climax! It was there, just out of reach. Christine strained for it, jerking her thighs up and down madly. The entire top of her pussy seemed tied in muscular knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge.
"Yaggghghhhhh!" she screamed.
It was as if someone had stabbed her in the back. A jolt of cold water hit her cunt dead center. Christine screamed, her world crashing down around her in shambles. It was horrible! Her cunt clenched like a fist. The woman could almost hear the walls slapping together as they clamped down on emptiness. That icy stream flowed even harder than the hot stream! Christine couldn't believe, what was happening to her. The climax that had begun was now held in suspension, happening and yet not happening. The freezing water immobilized her cunt, holding it at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of cum until the ice blast moved from her cunt. Ed had twisted the spigot over to the cold water, had purposely held her at this terrible level, laughing at her as she twisted and writhed in agony.
"Uh! Uhhh!" she grunted.
When the stream blasted over her nipples, Christine thought the water would strangle her. She fought with all her strength to grab short, panting gasps. Her entire chest tightened, battling against the awful chill of the water. She heard Ed and Brad laughing together now, their sounds clattering off the cinderblock walls as she screamed for release.
"Yahghghhhhhh…"
Christine was completely out of control. She wanted to scream again and again, but the water and gut-wrenching power of her orgasm kept her from doing much. Dangling there, yanking on the leather thongs, agonized by the cunty attack on her nerves, the woman felt her mind fading out from reality. The water splashed up and down, now growing warmer again. Oh, oh, that was all she needed! With a wild animal cry of joy, Christine came – came with a fury that took the wind from her. Screaming, gasping, coughing and sobbing, she experienced a cum that had to be the most powerful she had ever had! And all this brought on by a dual stream of water!
"Yaggghghhhhh!"
How tight her slick skin seemed. The goosebump hardness of her tit tips hurt, the wrinkly areolas tightening until the whole surface of the tit hurt. Christine still bounced on the leather thongs, rutting away, gasping and crying out from the obscene delicious lewdness tormenting her. How good, how indescribably good!
Then the room darkened in front of her ass she faded into the full roar of her climax. Soon the water dropped from her body, shut off, the hissing turning into a gurgle at her feet as the puddle around her slowly disappeared into the round drain.
Christine shook her head, the wet tangles of hair splashing around her neck and shoulders. She just wouldn't be able to take much more of this!
"Shit, let's fuck 'er and get this over with, man. I'm so fuckin' hot I could burn my Goddamned shorts up," Ed said, unfastening a green garden hose from the spigots behind him.
"You got it, kid," Brad said.
Ed walked up to her, reaching up and unfastening the thongs around her wrists. Christine nearly pitched forward from the sudden release, feeling her muscles ache oh so painfully as her arms came down to her sides. She leaned against Ed as Brad untied the thongs around her ankles. She was off! Oh thank God! She was off that horrible thing off and leaning against this awful man who was going to fuck her mindless!
"Oh please… please…" she moaned.
"Man, listen to her. She's beggin' for it now! Don't worry baby, I'm gonna fuck your cunt just the way you like it," Ed said.
Ed carried her across the slick floor, slipping at times, muttering curses. Christine hung draped over one shoulder like a lifeless corpse, feeling sensation gradually restored to her as his fingers tightened around her naked thighs. Brad was coiling up the hose as he eyed Ed hauling the woman over to an old rotting mattress half propped up against the water heater.
Throwing her to the floor, Ed slid on top of her, his legs pinning her to the ground. It was uncomfortable, painful. Her head banged against the concrete several times while her thigh muscles cramped. At times Ed kicked her shins with his booted feet while his fingers pinched her tits cruelly. But Christine just didn't care! She was hot, her body having been violated in so many ways. The belt, the assfucking, the firecrackers, and finally that awful watering down. She was rutting, rutting hard, wanting only to be fucked.
"Ohhhhh…" she moaned.
"Go for it, Mama!" Ed urged.
She felt his fingers snaking through her cuntal thicket, the callused fingers tugging at her pussylips, the touch a hell and a heaven for her. And then Ed was reaching down, opening his fly, pulling out his prick. The touch of that thing, the feel of his cock's hardness and heat made Christine curl her spine and threw back her head. She was babbling nonsense, jerking her knees up, rubbing the backs of her feet against his lower back as she opened her legs for the young stud.