"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh!" Brad gasped, his hands flat against her tits, squeezing them, making her nipples hurt.
"Gettin' ready, Brad?" Ed moaned, his face bloated by lust. "Shit, I'm ready to fuck this little bitch's face into putty!"
"Go for it, man, go for it!" Brad cried in a strangled voice.
It was going to happen. Anna could feel the tension building. All three of them were teetering on the brink of an abyss that would swallow them up in a wild, shrieking storm of sexual craziness!
Ed was twisting his fingers harder in Anna's hair, pulling it until tearing sounds mixed with her cock-muffled throaty groans. But Anna didn't even feel the pain now in her scalp. All her attention was focused on her cunt and her tits.
Brad was kneading her tits cruelly, his fingers pressing in hard while his cock hammered relentlessly against Anna's clit. He was rubbing against her clit faster and harder while Ed's prick pistoned into her mouth.
Brad was gasping now, crying out something insane while jerking his body from side to side. She could feel something terribly hot and wet spattering against the insides of her cunt.
Brad was cumming, spraying her insides with jizz. Ed saw his brother climaxing and went wild, sitting on Anna's face hard, releasing the jizz that was tightly packed in his ballsac.
Anna felt one wad, then another, and then a third shooting from Ed's piss-slit, spattering against the back of her throat. At first she constricted her mouth and throat, trying to keep the awful stuff from dribbling into her belly. But then she realized she would have to swallow if she didn't want to choke. Again and again Ed kept firing that bleachy-tasting stuff into her mouth, grunting and groaning as loudly as his brother while his balls kept pumping out more and more white-hot cum.
Her mind was shattered. That throbbing, itchy sensation in her cunt finally overwhelmed her. Bucking, thrashing, swallowing the cum still shooting from Ed's piss-slit, Anna came with a violence that stunned her.
Her shouts of ecstasy sent vibrations shooting through Ed's cock, making his climax much more intense. Brad held tightly onto her, riding her like a cowboy rides a bucking mare.
For Anna, the whole thing was madness, insane. The sensations coursing through her veins blotted out every thought. She was hot, wet, milking, her body bucking against the workbench again and again.
Then finally it was over. Ed's prick stopped shooting those awful spurts of cum down her throat. With a grunt he pulled away, smearing the remaining droplet of cum on his prickhead over her cheeks, laughing when she grimaced.
Brad was pulling out, his fingers sinking into he soft white flesh of her thighs while gouts of jizz trickled out from between her stretched cuntlips. Anna shivered, feeling the wide-flared head of his cock slipping back, her elastic cuntal membranes shrinking back behind it.
"Uhhhhhhh…" she groaned.
"Man, somethin' like this we gotta tap all the time," Brad said, resting his hairy butt on the balls of his feet. He wiped his forehead with the back of one hand, stroking her thighs with the other. "Fuck, I could take care of this little bitch in another hour… but she's gotta be back home before her old lady suspects somethin'."
Ed smiled. "You know, I bet the old lady wouldn't mind gettin' tapped herself… she's a pretty damned good looker… nice ass, tits…"
"You… you leave my mother out of this," Anna said weakly, the sour taste of jizz in her mouth still there.
"We'll do whatever the fuck we wanna. Now you just keep your damned little mouth shut, or I'll have to stuff it again with my prick," Ed threatened, yanking her hair out again and making Anna squeal with pain. "Better."
"Ooofffff!" Anna gasped.
"Okay, let's untie her and let the slut go home," Brad said, stepping into his Levi's.
Anna lay there, groaning as she felt them slipping the ropes from her knees, from her ankles, then finally freeing her hands. She sobbed quietly, rubbing her chafed wrists against each other. How good it felt to have her arms at her sides, instead of stretched behind her head.
Whimpering, Anna sat up from the bench, rubbing her forehead, feeling the jizz and juice still oozing from her cunt slit. Brad tossed her a dirty rag, watching her with a sneer as she carefully dabbed her violated cunthole. Raped! Yes, that's what had happened to her! She had come over here just to tease the boys and she had wound up being raped.
"Don't say anything, man, just don't say anything," Brad said, pointing a warning finger at her.
Sniffling, wiping her nose with one finger, Anna slipped on her bikini tops and bottoms, modestly sliding the three tiny patches over her tits and cunt.
"Okay, out," Brad said, moving to the side door and unlocking it.
Anna cast a baleful glance over her shoulders, then shuffled from the garage.
How different everything seemed as Anna walked up her driveway. In a way everything was the same – the two-story brick house, her mother's small rock garden, the cracked pane in the window of the back door. And yet how different everything was.
She had been fucked. Her cherry had been torn from her in a brutal way and she had taken a prick in her mouth! Putting one hand to her lips and feeling her stomach bucking, Anna rushed into the house, moaning while tears streamed down her eyes and rushed once more down her flushed cheeks.
After several days had passed, her mother Christine noticed the change in her daughter and tried several times to find out what the problem was. Of course Anna was silent, changing the topic or shuffling from the room.
Christine would have pushed the matter further, but she was haying problems of her own. It had been nearly three years since Jack's death, three long years without having a man's touch, a man's caress. For awhile she thought raising Anna would be enough. Then, when that seemed lacking, Christine had gone out and found herself a part-time job at the local library. But soon that too showed its emptiness. A man – Christine knew that's what she needed. As much time as she spent with Anna and the job at the library, Christine knew something else was missing.
Now as she sat alone at the kitchen table staring out the window at the two young men across the way, Christine knew what it was. Her fingers tightened around the spoon stirring her coffee, her heart pounding savagely as she thought about Jack, about the way he held her, about the way he fucked her! It was only a short leap of the imagination to thinking about those young boys across the way and how they were built, about how they would…
"No!" she gasped.
That was foolish. They were young enough to be her sons. She had met Mr. and Mrs. Rudd only briefly. They seemed always so busy, always going away, letting their sons have the run of the place. Christine disapproved of that, but her disapproval always melted under the growing delight of watching those men work on their truck, their chests bare, sweaty, sexy.
Christine rose from the table, trying to fight down that damned tingle in her pussy. It was getting worse and worse! She was afraid she would turn into some kind of nymphomaniac if she didn't get some kind of relief soon. All she could think about lately was cock – hot, hard, throbbing prickmeat, a prick that would ease into her aching pussy, rub against her clit, give her the much-needed relief she wanted.
"Ohhh God!" Christine passed one hand over her burning forehead, leaning against the refrigerator.
She struggled for control, feeling the slippery juices ooze from her pussy and wet down the narrow crotch panel of her panties. As she moved, she felt the silky material pull stickily away from her cuntlips.
Then she heard the sound of a car pulling away.