For the first few minutes the cunt fights him. But nothing will let that dong out of her tail now, not before Sid’s finished. She finds that it’s no use … she can’t push him off … her struggles become weaker … she’s defeated. There’s nothing for her to do but let it be done. She becomes still.
“Ah, now she’s becoming reasonable,” Sid declares. “Maybe she’s learning again that it’s nice to be fucked … she must have liked it once … somebody’s screwed her before this. We should have done this last week … I think she enjoys being raped! You fucking teaser, you won’t do your act so easily tomorrow!
Listen, stingy pants, there are three of us. Get that … three of us. Three cocks just like the one you’re being fucked by right now, and we’ve been kidded by you for a long time … don’t think that one fuck each is all you’re going to get … we’re going to fuck you once and twice and three times … God knows how often, until we’ve fucked ourselves out on you. We’ll give you a night like nobody but a whore ought to know … shit, maybe we’ll go out and get some of the boys and sell fucks off you, maybe you’d like to be a whore … But you won’t be so spry when this is over, you won’t be ready to hop through the daisies… .”
He’s really fucking the piss out of her by this time. He’s got the juice coming out of her by spoonfuls and he must have her womb opened up too. When he’s ready to come I expect the bed to come down under us …
“Here’s a little something to warm your cunt,” Sid yells at her. “Maybe there won’t be enough to fill you right up to the edges, but don’t worry … you have plenty more coming … Hold her, you guys … She’ll jump a mile when she feels it… .”
“Don’t do that!” She begins to beg again … having Sid’s jism dropped into her trap seems worse to her than just having him fuck her. “You can’t do it to me!”
But Sid goes on and shows her that he very well can. He pulls his dick out and as a parting insult shakes the jism off the end onto her belly. Miss Cavendish hides her head under the kicked up covers and moans.
Sid has accomplished at least one thing … he’s opened her up so far that it isn’t the slightest bit tight when I climb on her. And she doesn’t fight me so hard, either. Oh, she doesn’t exactly throw her legs around my neck and shout a welcome … she raises a minor bit of hell. Not another one, she pleads … we won’t make her go through that torture again will we? Haven’t we had our revenge?
It’s really nice to hear her beg after the way I’ve been treated in the past few days, and I tease her a while before I fuck her up, just to hear it. I’ve been going nuts thinking about putting my tail up her legs and now that the time has come when I can do it I get everything out of it that I can … I tickle her bush with my cock, feel that fucked-open split that she’s been such a bitch about …
“Hey Sid,” I yell, “she’s got something coming out of her cunt! I think it’s jism
… it’s all over her legs. What’ll I do about it?”
Sid takes a look at her and declares that it’s at least half cunt juice.
“Shove your cock in her and push it back in,” he advises me. “We don’t want her to lose any of it … we have to keep her nice and juicy for the next round …
and if we decide to raffle off fucks on her or something, we want her to be nice for the boys …”
“Jesus Christ, will you stop talking and give her a fuck, Alf?” Arthur protests hoarsely. “I can’t just feel her teats any longer … I’ll come right in her face.
Honest to Jesus, if you don’t give me a shot at her I’ll have to shove my cock down her throat, and we don’t want to have to fuck a corpse … . so soon.”
The girl is wrapped up in the covers by now, but I untangle her before I put my prick up her fig. I want to see all of her, I want to be able to feel everything and see just who and what I’m screwing. I let John Thursday sniff in her hair… .
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There’s a tide sloshing around inside her … Sid must have tossed her one hell of a juicy cud … either that or she’s a damned wet fuck. My dong is positively submerged. John Thursday has to swim for his life in there. But it doesn’t interfere with his pleasure.
“Come knocking at my door again sometime, will you?” I beg the girl. “Just come around tomorrow and rap three times. I’ll be there, Johnny-on-the-spot.” I slip my prick deeper and feel her become limp under me. “What do you have … a clock that needs winding? A cunt that needs fucking? Just call on me, rap three times and I’ll fix you up… . .”
I smack her bare ass… . God, it’s a treat to be able to do that! … I grab her bubs and lick them. Even if she has to be held while I do it, I CAN DO ANY
FUCKING THING I WANT! I stretch her conillon, let my prick head into her womb… . .
The room becomes seasick. Her cunt smells like the sea, and the world rocks like a boat. I lose sight of things … I scatter jism like spray… . .
Arthur can’t wait to have his turn. He pushes me off and gets between the girl’s thighs. She’s too weak to do a thing to stop him now. Her legs open weakly and she does not even attempt to keep them together against him.
One shot and he’s in. He wiggles his cock under her ass and tries to climb in after it. She doesn’t try to hide her face any longer … she simply lies there and lets him fuck her … it’s no effort to hold her.
Sid puts his prick into her hand and tells her to play with it. She closes her fingers. I put my dick in her other hand … it’s still wet… .
“Don’t fuck me any more … please don’t fuck me any more …” She seems too weak to talk above a whisper.
Arthur stops fucking her. “Maybe we are fucking her too much,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt her even if she is a cockteaser.”
Sid climbs down and looks into her fig. There’s nothing wrong with her, he says. It can’t be hurting her … it’s as fresh looking as when we started, just a little more open.
“Go to it,” he says. “If there was anything wrong she’d let you know about it.
Listen you cunt … yes, YOU! I want you to tell the truth… … . are we hurting you, or aren’t we?”
He looks so damn fierce that the cunt’s afraid to lie. No, she says, whispering, it doesn’t hurt her a bit. But she can’t stand any more … . . she’ll never tease us or anybody else again… .
Which is all that Arthur wanted to know, of course. He pops his cock into her abricot-fendu and does his bit to widen the chamber. He groans like a tired camel and leaves her with a thick flood that soils her thighs.
“See this,” he says, pointing out a patch of jism on the bed. “Tomorrow when that itch comes again you can sniff these spots and play with yourself… or you can chew on the sheets if you like to eat it.”
Sid reaches between her legs, smears his fingers with jism, and rubs them against her lips. “Lick them off damn you,” he says. “Maybe we’ll let you suck us off if you like it … maybe you’ll suck us off anyway …”
“I wouldn’t trust that cunt to take my cock in her mouth,” Arthur says. “I’d probably wind up with only half a cock and one ball. For Christ’s sake, Sid, don’t be nuts, don’t give her a chance to set her teeth in you. I’ve been bitten by bitches, I’m telling you, I know what it’s like… .”
Sid bends over Miss Cavendish and whispers in her ear. “How about it, you cunt?” he asks. “I’ll bet that you’ve tasted cock before now, haven’t you? Oh, don’t be so fucking coy about it, you’re among friends … . . your nearest friends.
Did you ever have a prick in your mouth?”
BOOK II
The French Way
Miss Cavendish doesn’t want to play our game any longer. I can see her viewpoint … Sid’s fucked her, I’ve
