"Yesss, yes!" she cried, her butt hole spasming and opening wide around his big cock.
She felt him drive it up her. She wrapped her fingers around the slick shaft, pulling inward, helping him. She skit in reverse, sucking his meat into her ass, shuddering all over, twisting and churning, wanting to be fucked more than ever in her life.
"Ahhhgh, so tight, so deep and clinging and tight! Stilt, look at your cunt – the way it's sucking and shivering. Look at your clit, sticking up like a damn hard-on! Play with it – let me watch you masturbate and feel every shiver while I'm in your ass!"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, sucking on cock, eating cock up her ass, swirling her fingers over her clit and cunt. She finger fucked herself, making sticky sounds. She rubbed her clit, patted her wet pussy flesh, spread herself with her fingertips so he could look far into her red, wet hole.
All the while, her ass was twisting and shaking, stuffed with the thick root of his cock. Her tits were smothering the other one's balls, and her lips and tongue were drawing the cum right from the depths of them through his throbbing prick.
"Now! God, I'm going to fill your ass! God, I'm coming up your hot, clinging asshole! Yaaaaagh!"
"Eeeeee!" Miriam cried, her hand shaking up and down over her pussy while her asshole sucked and milked jet after torrential jet of cum from his hosing prick.
The cry was choked off by the quick blast of jism from the prick in her mouth as the other one let go and ran his prick into her throat and pumped her belly fall.
She choked and swallowed and licked for more. "More!" she cried, her mind in a whirl, her body crazed with sensation. "Fuck me more! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass and mouth and tits! Fuck me everywhere, and fill my pussy with cum! Fill it! I don't care any more – it's too late now to care, and I've gone so long without! Who's first? Which one of you big-balled bastards has enough cum left to make my cunt slosh? Here!" she cried, flinging her legs wide, swirling her hand over her pussy faster and faster. "Hurry up, damn you, I'm going to come again! Oh. God, don't make me jack off – fuck me! Fill me! Stick it in and blast me full! God damn shitheads, I can take you both at the same time!"
She tossed her body and babbled, masturbating herself to a furious orgasm. She didn't stop. She tossed her hips and shook her ass and played with her pussy more, even running her finger in and out of her cummy asshole, begging them to fuck her blind.
"Shit, man," the one said. "What the hell'd we do to her?"
"I don't know, Peter. I don't know. Scared of getting knocked up, and now…"
"Goddman lezzies are crazy, man. But, what the hell… think we should try it…"
"I don't know. She's pretty tight. How would we work it?"
"Shit, man, use your imagination. I gotta tell you everything about how to fuck? You get on your back under her, so her cheeks clamp around your cock, and I'll get on top. We both work up into her pussy and do what she wants – fuck her full."
"Might hurt her, Peter."
"Gonna hurt herself. Look at her. Wonder why she hasn't snatched off the blindfold?"
"I don't think that matters now," he said, rolling Miriam's quivering body slightly to the side so he could get under her.
Her asscheeks clenched at his rod. She felt his prick go into her pussy and couldn't hold still. She humped and fucked, coming again while she played with her pussy. The other one had to draw her hand away so he could get on top of her.
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, her clit aflame. "Tight, man – too, tight," he gasped. "Keep pushing. Oh! Ah! Eeeee, fuck me! Fuck me!" Miriam squeeled, feeling her pussy stretch and stretch. It was like giving birth again. Birth in reverse. Being re-born, [missing text].
"There, man!" he gasped, "Oh, Christ, I've never… ohhhhh, shit!"
"Fuck me! Come in my pussy! Both of you – now! Now! Fill my pussy with jism! Yaaaaagh!"
"The captain gave us an order, Peter!"
"Aaaaargh!"
"Yaaaaagh!"
"Eeeeeee, yes, yes, yes,yes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"She can't do that!" Sandy objected, slapping her wet towel down or the bench. All three girls watched the retreating figure of Beth Smith, glaring at the big buns jiggling under her skirt. Sandy put her fists on her hips and made a horrible face, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, just as soon as Beth had gone out through the door of the locker room.
"Bitch!" she hollered.
"Easy, Sandy," Wilma said. "Take it easy!"
"But she can't do that! Saturday afternoon's free time. She can't order us to do laps around the lake!"
"She did it," Vera said quietly.
"Three times! We just did her damn drill all morning, and I'm all clean now – and tired!" she whined, sitting heavily on the bench, her naked buttocks slapping. She slumped and propped her chin in her hands, her forearms squeezing her pert little tits together.
"Vera, that's going to take us all afternoon to do that," Wilma said, running her towel across her back, drying it. Her auburn hair had little curls of wetness at her neck and forehead. Her round tits thrust forward and jiggled as she wiped her back. She encased her butt in the towel and went to work on it with both hands. Her rather solemn face grew more so. "I don't think we should let her get away with that. I think we ought to complain."
Vera looked at her, unable to keep from looking at the incredibly dense bush of hair that sprouted every direction from her twat. She shook her hair over her shoulders and tipped her head in that haughty appearing way she had.
"Who to, Wilma? Captain Garner?"
Wilma sighed. "Yeah, I see what you mean. You know, she probably put Beth up to it," she said thoughtfully, toweling her bush absently, as if masturbating. "I wonder why." Then her face brightened. "I'll bet I know! It's that shower duty thing the other day! But why's she punishing me, too?"
Her eyes widened, and she put her hand to her mouth, looking guiltily at Vera and Sandy. "Oops," she said. "There I go again. Me and my big mouth. I wasn't supposed to let you know Bill told me about it."
"He told you about me?" Sandy nearly squalled.
"Yeah," Wilma sighed. "It's okay, Sandy. I don't care if he fucked you. He fucks all my friends. I let some of his fuck me, too. We've got it worked out, so don't worry about it." She put her arm around Sandy. "I don't blame him, actually. If I were a boy I'd want to fuck you myself."
Sandy looked at her. "You don't have to be a boy, Wilma. You can fuck me any time you want."
"We'd better get dressed and go do our laps," Vera said, standing quickly, giving Sandy a look of disgust. She yanked open her locker door with more noise than necessary and took out her shorts and tank top and bra. She looked at the bra and tossed it back on the shelf in some kind of defiant act.
She stepped into the red shorts and pulled the white knit top over her head. Her firm tits stretched the material and made her nipples show clearly. For some reason, she didn't care. Let them show. They were nice tits, big nipples. Woman's nipples. And she was a woman. She was going to tell her father so when he came tonight.
He was supposed to come tonight, any way. That was the message she'd gotten. Typically, he hadn't called and talked to her. He'd just left a message, a remark to be passed on down the line, until maybe it got to her.
Somehow, that one small act had riled her more than all the rest of his slights put together, over all the years he'd raised her and ignored her and had been disappointed in her.
It was a time for rebellion. The time to say enough. She was done with trying to please him. He hadn't wanted her from the beginning and didn't want her now. Why the hell was she knocking her brains out over a little crumb of affection from him – for one little nod of approval? Wanting him to want her had dominated her whole life, and nothing had worked.