by Paul Gable
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
The other boys picked up Jack’s chant, moaning the awful word again and again as Jack’s fucking movements became more frantic, more jerky. Instinctively she knew he was going to drop his load of cum in her at any moment. Tears rolled down her cheeks again. His hot, sticky jizz was going to jet in, making her feel just how excited he was, shoving her off the last rung in the ladder of respectability! Janet curled her fingers again, digging her broken nails hard into her palms. She was going to cum too – climax, feel the pleasurable spasms of orgasm race through her cunt!
“Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!”
Jack was now kneeling behind her, his hands braced on her ass, his fingers fanned out along her jiggling ass flesh while his hips pounded her. Janet had been pulled to a kneeling position, her giant tits swaying back and forth, the tips nearly brushing the floor as the two of them neared climax.
Yes, yes, Janet thought to herself. The feeling was mounting higher and higher with each passing second. She knew it felt good now and would feel better in a few moments. It was a good feeling, the best she had ever known. The thought of who was fucking her or why disappeared under the sudden flash of pleasure in her cunt. She was going to make it, blow her load, cum with Jack. She loved listening to his breathing become raspy and shallow. Janet knew she was making the same sounds, turning him on with her groans, with her excited breathing.
“Yeahhhh!”
Janet was moving her ass frantically now in tight little circles, her knees drawing together at times, then sliding apart on the floor.
“Thatta way, baby. Move that nice ass. Move it! Move it! Come on, bitch! Make me cum! Make me shoot it in your fuckin’ cunt!” Jack groaned.
She knew it would be soon. She felt his prick chug back and forth. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart. Jack snapped at her, telling her to get her ass back up.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Janet moaned with each forward cock-thrust.
“Yeah, yeah, come on, Jack, we wanna see the bitch cum!” Bill groaned.
Bill couldn’t just stand there and watch. He moved back down and shoved his dick against her face, rubbing it over her lips, over her nose, her eyes, her forehead.
Janet was too turned on, too excited, too dazed by her own sexuality to fight back. The thoughts of being surrounded by cock, of having streams and streams of hot white cum shooting on her and in her excited the hell out of her. She panted more frantically, nearly opening her mouth and taking Bill’s dick in once more. Only this time she thought about sucking it, about curling her tongue around it and giving him a head job he would never forget!
“Ughghhhhh!”
Janet was going crazy with sensation. Greig was kneeling down on the other side, rubbing his dick against her face as well. Two cocks bumping and sliding over her cheeks and lips while a third fucked her cunt was too much for the girl. She gasped for more and more air. Jack’s dick kept sliding in and out of her ravaged cunt, seeming to grow harder, to balloon inside her twisting body.
Jack suddenly stopped, arching back, his head snapping from side to side while he slapped his hands hard against her buttocks. He was cumming! He could feel the jizz boil up from his balls, burn through the center tube of his prick and bulge his cockhead for a moment. Then the tense muscles went crazy, squeezing down hard and sending a long thick stream of jizz through his piss-slit and deep into Janet’s hole.
“Waahhhhh!” Janet felt his dick jerking inside her, felt something very wet and hot spattering against her cuntal walls.
He was cumming, shooting his load into her! That was all she needed. The itchy firestorm that had been brewing between her legs now exploded, burning deep into her pussy, making her clit sputter and vibrate like a struck tuning fork. More and more jizz burned into her gasping hole.
“Eeeeayyyayyaygghhhh!” Janet screamed, clawed at the floor, threw her, head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping over her whitened knuckles. Her cuntal muscles clamped down hard, holding tightly onto Jack’s squirting cock as more and more spunk shot into her sucking hole. It felt so good, sooooo good the sensations, would surely kill her! Nothing, not even the times she’d been playing with herself in bed had been like this? Thrashing, jerking about like a wild woman, Janet bounced her ass up and down against Jack’s hairy belly, the touch of his balls and dick driving her mad.
“Ugnh! Ooohohhhh!”
Again and again she came. There was that delicious sound, the sound of the slick folds of her squishy cunt sliding back and forth over Jack’s dick. And then there were those spasms that cut through her like a jolt of white heat. She swayed from side to side, crying out with pleasure, clawing at the floor, at her thighs, as she forgot about everything except her own convulsing cunt and that wonderful thing making her feel like this.
“Ohhhhhh…”
Slowly the storm abated, dying down in her fiery pussy. She collapsed, her forehead resting on the floor, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
At the moment Janet didn’t think about what was going to happen next. She was too played out, too exhausted. Jack lay heavily on top of her, his hands slowly tracing circles on her back and buttocks. Occasionally she felt his dick jerking against her cuntal walls. A bubble of air escaped from her pussy, making a wet squishy sound as it worked its way around his embedded cock.
“Good fuckin’, real good,” Jack murmured, stroking her pussy with his fingers.
“Now it’s my turn, right?” Bill asked, starting to move around behind the girl.
Janet panicked, feeling her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t take another fuck, couldn’t stand having another cock rush through her pussy.
“Man, I don’t think she’s ready… not yet, anyways. She’s been fucked by a pro,” Jack said, flashing his buddies a wide grin. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out of her cunthole, grinning more widely as he watched her pussylips pucker out against the withdrawing dick.
“Oh! Oooh!” Janet moaned.
“Fuck, man, you always get the meat around here,” Greig grumbled.
Jack wiped his dick off, staggering to his feet and sliding his cock back into his Levi’s. His smile had faded to a frown as he straightened his jeans and zipped up.
“Man, you don’t have to worry about her. She’ll be back,” Jack said.
Janet lay on the floor, her right arm covering her face. She heard Jack’s words, and she nearly laughed out loud. Be back? Never, never would she even come close to this community let alone look him up! Never! They would see her in hell before they would see her back in Venice!
“Man, how? I mean…” Bill stammered.
“Well, she don’t want us calling on her at home, does she?”
Jack bent down, picking up Janet’s purse. Opening it, he fished out a wallet and finally found some I.D. “Janet Dennis – 567 Walgrove Avenue, Pasadena. That’s you babe, right?”
The blonde teen felt her heart sinking. So now they knew where she lived! She could imagine her mother’s horror when they drove up, hooted for her outside, startled the neighborhood by their presence! And they would be crude enough to do it, to let everybody know just how hot a fuck she was. And would the people believe she was raped? Would they, especially knowing she had been hanging out with a fast girl like Julie who was capable of anything?
Janet groaned, imagining the leering smiles she’d get at home and at school. And her mother, her poor, innocent mother, would have to bear the brunt of it all. No, she couldn’t put her mother through something like that!
“And here’s a phone number,” Jack added, pulling another slip of paper out. “We got it, baby, and we’re gonna use it. You just bet some day we’re gonna give you a call… and if you don’t show up, we’ll have to drive up and getcha.” Jack threw the purse down at her face and laughed.
Janet was too weak to say anything, too overwhelmed by the fury and power of her body to think about anything except getting out of here. Bill and Greig were still trying to convince
Groaning, Janet slipped her shredded clothes back on, them stumbled over to where Julie lay quietly. Her friend had been unconscious through the whole ordeal. Janet watched her and for a moment wished she could throw her friend to these maniacs and let them have at her.
“Huhhhghhh,” Julie groaned as Janet shook her awake. “What… what happened?”
“Please, let’s go…” Janet sobbed, feeling her still-swollen cunt throbbing between her shaky legs. She had to leave, had to get out of there.
Jack and Bill and Greig stood nearby, now drinking beers, staring silently at the two girls.
Chapter 5
“Janet, please, tell me what happened?” The blonde teen kept her eyes lowered, pushing her fork around the dinner plate. It was all she could do to keep her face from blushing furiously as her mother sat opposite at the dinner table interrogating her.
“Nothing. Julie and I just… well, we had a kind of argument and… and I don’t wanna talk about it any more,” she stammered.
Would her mother believe the story? Janet didn’t dare look up to see if her explanation for, her recent strange behavior was having its desired effect.
“Well, arguments between girlfriends aren’t all that uncommon,” her mother sniffed, folding her fingers in front of her and resting her chin on them. “But I’ve never seen you moping around the house like this. It’s just not like you. And your teachers have been calling up, saying you’re not paying attention in class.”
“I… I’ll be all right. I’ve just got to work a few things out, that’s all.”
Janet felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. She blinked rapidly, turning away from her mother while shuffling her feet nervously under the table. She wanted to run away, rush from the chair and go up to her bedroom. It had only been four days since her brutal rape – four, horrible long days since those animals had thrown her down on the floor and fucked her brutally. It had been a miracle that she’d managed to get into the house and up to her room without her mother seeing her.
“I hope so, dear. You were always such a good student. If this spat between you and Julie goes on, well, perhaps I should call her mother and…”
“No, don’t! Please,” Janet interrupted, inhaling a sharp breath and smoothing her fingers over her cheeks. No tears. Thank God, no tears.
It had taken her friend Julie some time to realize what had actually gone on in the house. When she was halfway to the car helping Janet stumble down the sidewalk it finally hit her. Instantly Julie had wanted to go to the police, to have those animals arrested. But the thought of having publicity about what had happened to her, the thought of watching her mother’s face as she learned what happened to her little girl sickened Janet. No, no one must know. It would never happen again.
That dreadful night Julie had managed to keep her mother busy in the kitchen while Janet sneaked upstairs, took off her torn clothes and hid them. Then for the next hour she stood in the shower, soaping herself down, rubbing the suds over her swollen cunt while sobbing half hysterically under the warm water spray. They had fucked her, really fucked her, calling her all sorts of names, hitting her, pinching her, making her take their cocks in her mouth! At times she thought she was going to collapse in the shower in a heap of misery. No, she wasn’t a whore, wasn’t a slut like Jack and the others said. She was a good girl, a nice girl who had been forced to commit those awful crimes! Cock! Dick, fucked! Yes, she had suffered much, had been forced to submit to Jack and his buddies. But now it was over and she could resume her regular life.
But could she? Even in the shower Janet knew she was telling herself lies. As much as she wanted to believe it, there was something inside her, some little voice that kept making itself heard, telling her that she was nothing more than a little hypocrite. She had enjoyed getting laid, had loved having Jack crawl on top of her, pin her arms down to the floor, then drive his dick up her cunt. The feel of his body, the sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy while Bill hovered over her, rubbing his hot cock over her cheeks and lips and finally slipping it between her jaws, made her shiver with excitement even now. Try as she might Janet couldn’t shake the thoughts from drifting back into her mind, even at school when she tried to pay attention in class.
And those dreams! Those awful, awful dreams that surfaced without warning! She tossed at night, her thoughts taken over by her recent trauma. There were men, lots of men chasing her, their cocks straight, long, thick, the heads dark purple and dripping with cum. She was running, running as fast as she could, her hair streaming out behind her. But it was useless. As she tried to go faster, her legs simply refused to move. And then they were on top of her, fucking her, feeling her, calling her all sorts of filthy names. And she was laughing! Laughing! She wanted more, more fucking more hot dickmeat sawing through her pussy, more hands feeling her buttocks, fingers sticking up her ass, fingers pinching her nipples.
Then she would wake up, her body dripping with perspiration, her cunt swollen, hot, throbbing, gripped in the throes of orgasm. She lay there panting, her nostrils flared, her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling while her heart pounded so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Every muscle was tense, while her pussy demanded cock – all that dickmeat she had been dreaming about!
Again and again that horrible dream happened, making Janet think she was going crazy. She thought several times she should go to the school doctor, her counselor, even some public service analyst. But sooner or later they would feel duty-bound to tell her mother. And then it would hit the fan. There would be leaks, stories going around school. She would never be able to hold her head up again as long as she lived in that neighborhood.
“Well, I won’t call her at home if you don’t want me to,” her mother said, a little miffed. She rose from the table, collecting the dinner dishes. “I just thought I would try to help.”
Janet looked at her mother, tried to speak as he woman rinsed the dinner dishes. No, her mother wouldn’t understand. She was just too, busy working, trying to support the two of hem ever since her father had died three years ago. No, she couldn’t burden her mother with this kind of seamy story, especially when she didn’t know what her reaction would be.
Janet rose from the dinner table and excused herself.
“Going upstairs to do homework, dear? Call me if I can help,” her mother called out as Julie stepped into the living room.
If only Janet could get help. Julie kept insisting on telling the police, on telling someone. But Janet refused to listen. Instead she bottled up her feelings, wondering at times if Jack’s assessment of her wasn’t correct after all.
All those horrible, awful dreams about strange men chasing her with hard clicks! Those tight, hot itchy feelings taking over her cunt even while she was in class! God, then were times when she thought some of her male teachers were leering at her, laughing secretly as they watched her squirm under their hot gazes. Was she imagining things, or could they tell she’d been fucked? Could they know she was sitting there, her as moving on the wooden seat, her pussy seething with sexual heat, drip ping with juices, as they talked about one thing or other? Could the boys smell her tight little pussy, so hot she could hardly keep her mind on the lecture?
Maybe she should call Julie again tonight talk to her upstairs on her private line. That was, thank God, the one good thing about this mess. There was that private line in her room, her mother’s concession to her privacy.
Janet climbed the stairs, brushing back her long hair, feeling so weak, so tired. As she reached the top of the stairs, Janet heard her phone ring. For a second she stopped, her heart skipping a beat. But no, those men hadn’t called for four days. It was all probably a ruse, a meaningless threat. They wouldn’t dare try anything, would they? It was probably Julie, calling her up again for some help on her algebra.
“Hello?” Janet said calmly, closing the door behind her.
There was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the receiver.
“Hello!”
Janet began to tremble, feeling her flesh crawl as the breathing increased. Janet sat down on the edge of the bed, the earpiece hot and sweaty against her lobe.
“Hey, babe, said we would call!”
In an instant Janet felt her world come crashing down around her. The horror wasn’t over for her yet! They had her phone number and were using it!
“Wh-who is this?” she stammered, swallowing a lump of fear.
There was muffled laughter. Others were probably listening to her. Janet felt a rush of blood inflame her cheeks. If only they would leave her alone, hang up and let her live her life without them!
“Come on, baby, you know who’s talkin’ to you. We don’t forget a hot little number like you that easy, you know?”
Janet wished she had the courage to slam the phone down, to tell them she was going to go to the police if they tried, calling her again. But she knew she couldn’t do that. She knew: they’d dare her to, and she would never have the courage to expose the shame she had endured to the public. Instead, the girl sat at the edge of the bed, holding the receiver to her ear, listening to the filth that poured from Jack’s mouth.
“Man, I sure miss havin’ that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock,” he sighed, his voice getting lower, thicker. She could imagine him fumbling with his cock through his pants, playing with himself while he was talking to her. Janet found herself lying back on the bed, her shoulders sinking into the soft mattress while his words of filth poured into her ears.
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