Now the collar of matted hair at the base of Joey's turgid cock met Betty's lips. It tickled slightly and she began to laugh. The laughter made her throat muscles contract and expand around the stiff shaft, pulling more and more of his cock until her lips were pressed tightly against the pubic arch above Joey's cock.
The prick started to pulse in rhythm with the laughter, and Betty realized that if she didn't stop laughing that she would swallow him whole.
She fought, and the laughter subsided, leaving tears in her eyes from the excitement of it. Her cunt was beginning to itch, and she knew what that meant. The little fire in her belly that accompanied her itch sprung up and she knew that, even against her will, passion had been ignited in her by blowing Joey.
Joey put his hands up and clasped them around Betty's ears, and he began pulling her head back and forth on the length of his mighty cock. She could feel the member drive in and out of her throat, the spongy glans sliding across and exciting the tender tissues of her young throat.
She heard someone speaking in the background about her, and she realized by the drawl that it must be Shorty. He was saying something about her cunt, but she was too busy to concentrate on just what was being said. Then she suddenly realized that her ass was facing the tall, broad Negro and that her cuntlips were winking at him. She concentrated for a moment on them, trying to forget Joey; but the feeling she was getting from blowing the leader of the gang was too great to resist.
The passion felt like a warm, moist wind blowing through her young, shapely body, and though she didn't want to, she abandoned herself to it and was carried away. She sobered a little as Joey's cock began pulsing more wildly.
Joey had her head held tightly now and was holding it still. She was waiting for him to start pumping her head again on his cock; she was beginning to love the feel of his thick rod in her throat. But she just lay there, shivering on top of the bed, his body jumping occasionally as if hit by an electric charge.
Just as she decided to move herself, his balls jumped up against her chin. She was frightened and didn't know what was happening. She found out as soon as the thick, heady fluid began to pump into her mouth. Her throat began contracting sporadically around the member, taking big gulps down the inflamed tunnel.
She remembered his warning not to spill a drop of his sperm, and she started to swallow wildly.
As Joey was emptying his seed into her, Betty knew that she was not going to be able to get release herself from the large, heavy fire burning in her young belly. She wanted it to end so bad, and bask in the afterglow that she began to hallucinate. Vivid colors and loud sounds seemed to surround the young novice.
Then she felt a finger probe the folds of her cunt, hunting for the nubbin of her clit. She was grateful that someone had taken pity on her.
Suddenly she exploded, gushes of fluid pouring out of her sopping cunt as the large finger touched the point of the clitoris. She moved against the hand, still holding her mouth around the cock that was rapidly becoming limp in her mouth.
She sucked the last drops of liquid from Joey's spent cock as the last waves of her tumultuous orgasm washed through her tender, young body.
She fell down across Joey and rolled to one side. She looked back over her shoulder to see who had helped her. She saw the big spade smiling down at her. His large finger was probing around in her vaginal cavity. She was too weak to protest, and besides, it felt much too good to ruin.
"Now it mah turn!" said Shorty, pushing aside hilly who was standing beside him. "Ah'm goin' ta give her a real honeyfuck!" The others laughed, though rather forcedly, afraid that the big Negro would hurt them if they contradicted him.
Betty watched in horror through her post-orgasmic haze as the tall, black man stood up on the bed and dropped his pants. Betty's mouth dropped too, as she saw that he was wearing no underwear, his gigantic coal-black cock sticking uncircumcised toward the ceiling.
"Ya like it, eh?" Shorty asked facetiously. "Well soon you'll get a taste of it."
Betty panicked, thinking that he meant her to eat the throbbing black member. But as he knelt down at her spread legs, drooling over her gaping cunt, she realized that he was going to fuck her.
Shorty placed his large hands on her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Betty was glad that she couldn't see it, because she knew that it must look more than disgraceful. She closed her eyes because she was beginning to imagine it, and even the thought of looking at the open folds of her reddened cuntlips was slightly repulsive.
With her eyes closed she could feel the large rough fingers crawling up and down her legs. She wanted to shiver and shake them off, but they were beginning to feel too good. She didn't know what to think of herself, taking to sex like this. She began to think that there would be no end to her depravity if this kept up. She put out her hands and tried to push him away, but he didn't move. He laughed at her meek attempt to repel him.
Shorty then put both of his thumbs into her cunt. Betty squealed and shook her hips, more out of the excruciating pleasure than out of shame. His thumbs went deeper and deeper, side by side, into the rosy hole. Betty felt her tissues being expanded like they had never been expanded before. She wondered why he would want to stretch her cunt so much, but then she remembered the awful size of his cock.
"You'd better hold still for this one," he warned in his deep, bass voice.
"Ahhggg!" Betty screamed as the thumbs dug into her cunt.
"Watch out, Shorty," Albert said, "or you're going to tear her apart inside."
"Ya, ya!" the broad Negro exclaimed as he insinuated the head of his terrible, black cock into Betty's juicy vulva.
Betty tried to spread her legs wider, thinking that if she didn't have her cunt as open as possible that she would be hurt for sure. He smiled down at her contorted face and began pushing his mighty hips in toward her tender, young body.
"Be careful!" she asked in a meek sort of voice, but with enough power in it to tell Shorty that she really meant it.
"With you, honey, I'll be mo' than careful." He laughed again, as if to tell her that he could do anything with her body that he wanted to.
The young cop suddenly lay still under him, afraid that any further movement on her part would mean pain. She could feel the spongy glans of the giant head pushing at her pussy. Her cunt began to ache to be full, but she was also frightened that what it would be too much for her recently virginal hole. She whisked the thoughts of fear out of her mind and concentrated on the pleasure that the bulbous head was causing as it pushed.
"Mmmnn!" she groaned as the head slipped with a pop into the muscles of her cuntlips. Though his cock was very large she was amazed that it fit in her cunt. It was tight, but it felt good.
Shorty began to move the bulk of his body forward, finding that the going got hard as he went deeper. Betty's cunt was already full with his turgid meat, and he was only about halfway into the juicy hole. She moaned a deep, guttural cry of ecstasy and Shorty stopped pushing.
"What's da matter?" he asked.
"Na… Nothing!"
"I'm goin' ta start fuckin' again," he said with a finality that made Betty catch her breath.
She was prepared for it now, her cunt stretching out. He began to draw out though, and Betty was bewildered. Just as she was about to reach out and pull the big Negro toward her, he dropped his hips again, pushing the mighty cock back into her juicy cunt.
He halted again halfway into her pussy. She felt an itch deep inside her cunt, where no cock had been before, and she knew that the only thing that could scratch it was the spongy head of Shorty's driving cock. She pushed herself up, trying to position herself so that she could pump her hips up at him, but his weight on her chest was too much, and she couldn't move an inch.