WHATEVER YOU WANT
Chapter 26
To celebrate the return of 'normality' in the household Paul and I decided to go
on one of our fishing trips using Lucy as the bait. We set off to the coast
where Paul had a small house and soon we were lazing on the beach while Lucy
went off to see what she could find.
The idea had originally been Paul's and, to begin with, Judy had been the bait.
Now Judy wasn't so useful we had trained Lucy in her role as lure and her sweet
natural charms helped her to win some prize specimens.
Sometimes she would return with a nice young teen of her own age that she had
befriended and who then was drawn into our clutches.
Sometimes she came back with an older college kid who might be on holiday
without her parents for the first time and was attracted by the prospect of a
night doing the clubs.
Sometimes she came back with an older woman who was supposedly helping Lucy to
find her way home, and who we always thanked in our special way.
It was always fun because we never knew who Lucy would return with, but she
always managed to get someone who made our evening, and who sometimes stayed
with us for several days. The rapes were even more enjoyable with Lucy helping
out in any way she could. Opening the girl's legs, licking our assholes while
we fucked fresh cunt, forcing the woman to lick out her dripping pussy,
carefully helping our cocks to go from cunt to ass and back again, and ensuring
that the raped cunt was traumatised in every way possible.
This time Lucy beat even her high standards. I was just reaching for another
beer when I saw Lucy walking along the beach to where we lay. She was smiling
and laughing as she held the hand of the sweetest little piece of jail-bait. As
she approached us she waved and pointed us out to her new friend.
"Hi," she laughed, "this is Britney. She's lost her mummy and daddy but I said
that you would help her to find them. Britney, this is my dad and my uncle.
They'll look after you."
"Hi, Britney," we chorused.
"Hello," she replied, "I went to get an ice cream, but the man had sold out of
the type I like and then I couldn't find mummy."
"That's rotten," said Paul in his 'you can trust me because I'm a good person'
voice. He pointed to the road behind the beach. "There's an ice cream shop
over there. Why don't we all get one and then we'll help you find your parents.
What does mummy look like?"
We got up and sauntered slowly to the shop, getting the sweet little piece of
virgin meat away from the beach where her frantic parents would by now be
searching.
"She's really pretty and is wearing a lovely blue costume," came Britney's
reply.
"I'm sure we'll find her really easily," said Paul. "Say, why don't I carry you
on my shoulders. I expect your feet are tired and you'll get a really good
view. You'll be able to look for your mummy."
The gullible kid went along with Paul's idea and soon her legs were either side
of Paul's neck with Paul's hands considerately holding her thighs to stop her
from falling, as she was carried further from the beach. Lucy and I went into
the ice cream shop while Paul and Britney chatted outside. When we got back
Paul had been working his magic.
"Hey Rob, Britney's been told that she isn't supposed to talk to strange men and
she's worried that her mummy might be angry with her because she's with us, so
we've decided that the best thing to do is to go and find a policeman. He'll
make sure she's OK and find her mum."
"Er .. yeah," I replied not quite knowing what I was supposed to say.
"I think the best place will be that cafe up the road. There's always a couple
of policemen there. It's where they grab a coffee on their breaks. Me and Lucy
will take Britney there and she'll be safe. Why don't you go back to the beach?
Could you check the car on the way?"
"Good idea," I replied, realising that the plan was to get her even further from
the beach before stopping the pretence and that one man with two girls looked
far more natural than two men. "See you soon."
I turned, walked to the car and drove it up a side road. Parking by some empty
garages I waited for Paul to pass the spot where we had grabbed girls before.
Sure enough, a couple of minutes later they turned the corner.
Lucy opened the car door while Paul swung Britney off his shoulders and threw
her in the back. He jumped in next to her as Lucy got in the front and we were
off. It had taken five seconds to change from helping Britney to kidnapping
Britney. The tinted windows meant that the stupid kid couldn't do anything to
attract attention and her fate was sealed.
"What are you doing .... where are we going .... why ..."
Paul slapped her hard. "We are the men mummy said you shouldn't talk to" he
laughed. "And now you're going to find out why."
It only took five minutes to get to Paul's house but in that time she was
stripped of her bikini, her arms were tied behind her with the bra while the
scanty material that had been covering her hairless mound and sweet ass was now
stuffed into her mouth and held in place with some cord. Paul was amusing
himself sticking his spit soaked fingers up her virgin pussy. Lucy had turned
round to watch the fun and was frigging herself as she watched the little cunt
squirming to rid herself of the invading digits.
I turned into the drive, opened the garage doors with the remote and drove in.
The doors closed behind us and Britney's nightmare began.
Paul usually set the pace on these trips and this time he had obviously decided
her body was what he wanted. Playing with her mind could wait for later. A
straight rape was going to be the first item on the agenda, and it was going to
be hard and fast. He carried the struggling girl into the house, up the stairs
and threw her on the bed. Lucy was right behind him, and by the time I got to
the bedroom they were already into their well rehearsed routine.
All three were naked. Britney's arms were still tied but her gag had been
removed. Paul was kneeling on the bed between Britney's thighs, one hand
holding her left leg while the other pinched her small nipples. Lucy was
holding her other leg down while sucking and slurping on Paul's cock, getting
him to maximum hardness and giving him as much lubrication as she could.
"Stick it in the slut" he ordered, and Lucy guided the throbbing member to
Britney's tiny slit. After rubbing Paul's cock through the virgin pussy lips a
couple of times she pushed the head into position and moved her hand back to his
balls.
"Do it, lover," she encouraged, "make her scream. I want to taste her blood on
your dick. Do her now."
Paul plunged forward and Britney's world changed forever.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh .. nnnnoooooo .. nnnoooo .. aaarrrggghhh .. stop ..
pleeeease .. nnnoooo .. help .. " she looked at me and hoped I would somehow
stop her agony, "aaarrrrgggghhhhh .. nooo .. it huuuurrrrts .. pleeease stop ..
nnnoooo .. pleeease ... take it out .. pleeeasse .. "
Paul was riding her hard and her pleas for mercy just made his cock harder as
Lucy helped in the rape of the little virgin. She had moved behind Paul and her
hand was pushed between his legs to fondle his cock on the back strokes. She
was rubbing her tits against his back and standing on tiptoe to lick his ear and
whisper encouragement to increase his pleasure. Her fingers played around his
asshole and she kept encouraging Paul to fuck her harder. It didn't take long
and as Paul neared his climax Lucy pushed her finger into his ass. Paul shot
his load deep into the newly raped cunt who was now sobbing uncontrollably.
Lucy moved to between Britney's thighs and as Paul's cock emerged she engulfed
it with her sweet mouth. After five minutes of gentle sucking as she cleaned
Paul's dick, she turned her attention to the ravaged pussy that was now
dribbling a mix of sperm, blood and cunt juice. She licked up the gooey mess as
her hand worked on her own clit to bring her to a shattering orgasm.
"What hole are you going to fuck?" she asked me as she recovered.
"I'll start with a bit of cunt and then use that tight ass," I replied, "so flip
her over and we'll continue this ex-virgin's lessons."
Lucy got on the bed, turned Britney over and then lay down on the crying girl
with her head positioned just above Britney's ass. I moved up to the bed and
Lucy reached for my rock hard dick. A few minutes of Lucy's expert lips and
tongue soon had me gasping. She took my cock from her mouth and slid it down
past Britney's asshole to her ravaged cunt. After putting my cock into the
damaged hole she moved her hands round to my butt and pulled me into the hot
channel that now lay wide open between Britney's legs. The second rape soon had
the little slut gasping for mercy again.
"Oh god .. nnnooo .. pleease .. no more .. its hurts so much .. please leave me
alone .. take it out .. please .."
"OK," I said, smiling at Lucy who knew exactly what was coming next as she
reached for my slime covered dick, removed it from the battered pussy and
positioned it at the tight anal ring that was just begging to be invaded.
"Oh god .. thank you .. thank you .. " gasped Britney, thinking for a second
that her torment was over and not realising that it was about to become much,
much worse. "Thank you .. please let me go .. I want my mummy .. thank you for
not hurting me anymore .. aaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhh .. nnnnooooo .. aarrrgghhh
.. god .. nnnoooo .. " her screams echoed off the walls as her pathetic thanks
were interrupted by the most pain she had ever known. Lucy had pushed the head
of my cock into her anus and I was finishing the job of opening up her tightest
hole. My throbbing member tore past the sphincter muscle that tried in vain to
protect her bowels and was deep in her hot anal canal. As I hit rock bottom I
couldn't resist just holding it there. Virgin ass. There is absolutely nothing
better in the world. So hot. So tight. So fucking brilliant, especially when
the slut who's giving it to me is begging me to stop.
"No .. no .. no .. oh god .. please no .. oh god .. hurts .. please don't ..
hurts so much .. pleease .. stop .. pleeease .. take it out .. I'll do anything
but please stop .. aaarrrggghhh .. please .. no more .. please .. no more .. no
more .."
Lucy was pulling Britney's cheeks apart to make sure I got maximum penetration
and, when she could, she was spitting on my dick to help increase the
lubrication and my gratification. Lucy's moans and Britney's clenching ass sent
me over the edge in too short a time and with Lucy fondling my balls, I rammed
home and gave the little buggered slut her first spunk enema.
Lucy lay panting above Britney's battered asshole and begged to suck my cock
clean but I thought it was only right to allow Britney to do the honours. Lucy
reluctantly agreed and swiveled round on Britney's prostrate body to grab her
face with both hands and force her mouth open.
"Here slut," I said as my shit covered cock slid into her mouth, "time for you
to enjoy another new experience."
She gagged and retched but Lucy did her work well and with no danger of
Britney's teeth spoiling my fun I moved my cock in and out of her mouth at will.
After 10 minutes we released her from her task and Lucy immediately added her
own juices to the scum on my dick which Britney had failed to clean properly.
Lucy's expert tongue soon had all the shit removed from my cock which was
rapidly regaining its erect shape.
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"Fancy a DP?" said Paul who was now standing next to me.
"Sounds good to me," I replied. "Hold the little bitch while I get underneath"
He grabbed her hair and told her to lift her body off the bed so that I could
lie down. Her small torso was soon resting on my chest and her legs were spread
wide. Paul made her sit up, position my cock at her dripping cunt and then
lower her pussy down onto the invading pole. Crying the whole time but too
scared to make any real attempt at resistance, Britney began to fuck herself on
my dick. We let her carry on until Paul got tired of watching and moved around
to her ass. Pushing her forward he shoved his cock into the open anus that was
presented to him.
Lucy immediately got between our legs and began her caressing and sucking of
cocks, balls and assholes to add to the pleasure we were taking from the small
helpless girl squashed between us. Because we had both got rid of our first
loads, it was more than half an hour later that Paul exploded in her ass, which
was the signal for Britney to sit up and start to fuck herself up-and-down on my
rampant cock. For an amateur she was doing pretty well and my juice flooded her
fertile vagina soon after. By this time Lucy was desperate for relief, and as
me and Paul regained our strength she sat herself down on Britney's head and
forced the little slut to lick her hot cunt until her own climax shook her
beautiful body.
Later that evening, after Lucy had cooked dinner, we sat and worked out what to
do next. The TV news had an item where Britney's parents had appealed for her
to come home and said the usual crap about 'how she wasn't in any trouble' and
'just phone us, darling'.
We told the talking heads on the screen that Britney was actually in big trouble
but she couldn't phone right now because she was a bit tied up and Lucy was now
getting her to tongue asshole in just the right way.
Paul liked the look of the mother who was blonde with freckles almost
everywhere, but he hated the father who looked like an ex-wrestler. He was
fucking huge. He sat at the small table where they were doing the press
conference with his arm round his wife. He gazed at her while the cameras went
for the trembling-lip close-up as she begged her little girl to come home. What
Paul hated was that the husband was obviously deeply in love with his wife, and
that meant that Paul's mind started to work on how he could fuck up this man's
happy existence. Paul wasn't going to be satisfied with ruining his daughter.
He wanted to wreck the mother as well. And, if he could turn the father's love
to hate it would be just perfect.
Paul laid out the plan. We would keep Britney for a couple more days and then,
when the news and police had got bored and moved on to the next crime, we would
offer the daughter back. But only if the mother became our slut.
For the next two days Britney was tied, whipped, fucked in all holes, taught how
to deep throat, became an expert ass licker, was fisted, buggered with bottles
and generally had several years sex education compressed into 48 hours. Her
tight young holes were getting loose with constant abuse.
Paul was right about the news and the cops. On the second day a shooting at a
local garage dominated the news and the mayor was on TV telling everyone how the
criminals would be tracked down by his wonderful police force. Britney no
longer rated even a mention as the second to last item on the news, you know,
the 'social caring' item just before the 'amusing story to leave you with a
smile'.
Paul bought a mobile phone, posted a letter to the kid's address telling the
mother to call the number and waited for the stupid bitch to walk into his trap.
The next day the phone rang.
"Hello. This is Danielle, Britney's mother. I've got a letter that says you
know something about Britney," said the tied female voice on the end of the
phone. It was obvious that she was making several calls a day to cranks who
were using her distress as wanking material.
"Yeah," said Paul. "Call again from the phone box at the beach in 30 minutes, or
Britney's little finger will be coming home in the next mail. The finger with
the scar just under the nail."
"Oh my god. You've got her. Is she all right? Let me speak to her. Is she
hurt? What do you want? Let her go," the woman was in a world where hope and
fear met and she was putty in Paul's hands.
"Phone in 30 minutes," he said, and killed the connection. Immediately I was
off in the car to watch her movements as she followed Paul's instructions.
20 minutes later I was there as she arrived with her husband, dashed into the
booth and frantically dialed the number. The phone ran, but Paul didn't answer.
It ran again every minute until exactly 30 minutes after Paul had given her the
instruction when he picked it up. He told her to go alone to another call box
and phone again.
She got back in the car and they moved to the next phone. It was only a couple
of hundred yards away and I was able to call Paul to let him know that the
father was still with her. I watched as she made the call and then ran back to
the car shouting to her husband to get out. I knew that Paul had given her 10
minutes to get to the next call point, without her husband. Trouble was, the
phone Paul had chosen was nearly five miles away and she had been told that if
she wasn't alone and on time she would be receiving various other parts of
Britney in her morning mail.
It worked. The husband wanted to protest but she wasn't going to risk it and,
still shouting her explanation to him, she drove off at high speed. Paul made
Danielle phone him on three more occasions from different places until, an hour
later, she was waiting outside a bar as I drove up. Her instructions were just
to get in the car and say nothing and she did exactly what she had been told. I
drove to a deserted car park where I told her to get out. Paul moved in then
and soon she was driving down the freeway with her daughter's captor.
Paul's devious methods were working as usual. He showed her some photos of her
little girl as proof that he had her and then spent two hours convincing her
that there was only one way to get her back. If anything didn't go according to
plan her daughter would be just so many bloody packages. She sobbed, begged,
offered him money, and tried everything she could think of, but Paul was
adamant. The price was simple. Her body. Her willing body. Her willing body
in front of her husband.
After she agreed, Paul gave her a couple of pills that he had got on the black
market to make her body want sex. Her cunt would soon start to ooze juice while
her pussy lips, clit and nipples would become engorged. Her body would be doing
all the right things but Paul wanted to be sure that her mind was going to join
in as well. For two hours he kept working on her - telling her how Britney's
life depended on what happened in the next few hours.
He explained exactly what she had to do. He ran her through the actions and the
words that would save her daughter - but would ruin her. To help with some
appropriate lines he gave her a couple of his old film scripts, "Slut wife begs"
and "Anybody's".
A few more phone calls and an hour later I was waiting in the motel cabin we had
selected, for her husband to come through the door. He entered the room and
immediately saw my gun pointed at his chest.
"No fucking about." I ordered. "Put on the handcuffs, now. Then sit down."
Reluctantly he clamped his wrists together and sat in the chair by the door. I
tied the poor bastard's legs and arms securely to the chair, gagged him and
phoned Paul.
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As they came through the door the woman began her audition. It was an test that
would determine the fate of her child, and she was determined not to let her one
chance slip away.
"Oh baby," she purred as she draped herself over Paul, "Say you'll do me
properly this time. I want to give myself to you completely. My useless
husband can't give me the rough fucking I need. Please say you'll do it to me."
Her voice nearly cracked as she talked about her husband, but she managed to
keep going. The man's face was a picture. All his wife had told him was that
she had something important to show him. It would be after the show that he
would find out the truth. But she knew that if she acted her part well enough
to save Britney, then her husband would never believe that she had been forced.
Paul had made sure she realised that any failure, any indication that she was
not desperate for the fucking she was about to receive, anything that showed her
husband that she was only trying to save her little girl, would mean that the
deal was off.
It was fucking brilliant. She couldn't win. If her husband hated her by the
end of the night, her daughter would be released. If her husband still wanted
her, then her daughter died.
She turned to Paul and gave him a deep kiss while pulling at the buttons on her
coat. It fell to the floor to reveal that she was naked underneath except for
stiletto shoes and a choker round her neck. She began purring and moaning as
she wrapped her body round Paul, who was acting as though he wasn't very keen
with her husband watching.
"Dani, you lovely little slut, I'm all for fucking you some more, but doesn't it
bother you that muscle man over there can see what you're doing."
She tried not to look at her husband but Paul had turned her so she faced him
and had her back against Paul's chest. As he ran his hands over her tits he
bent to kiss her ear and whispered so that only she could hear "Remember -
Britney needs you." Taking one of his hands from her tits she moved it down her
body and pushed Paul's fingers into her wet cunt. She then moved both her hands
behind her to fondle Paul's cock though his jeans.
"Him?" she managed to get some venom into her voice. "Muscles? Only in some
places. The only one that counts is fucking useless. You're what I need,
lover. Ohhhh .. god .. harder .." Paul was twisting her nipples which were
already hard because of the pills he had given her. "Do me baby. Do me anyway
you want. Use my holes. Show that wimp what a real man can do. I need you
now. I need it hard. Fuck me."
"OK," Paul replied, "but because you're such a slut I brought along some help.
Go and say hello to my buddy. He is a specialist in rough fucking. When he's
finished with you it'll be weeks before even your slut cunt needs fucking
again."
She walked past her husband, swaying her hips, playing with her breasts and
licking her lips. She reached for the buttons of my shirt and started to undo
them while kissing my face.
"Say you'll fuck me too," she gasped, "I'll do anything you want. I want cock
inside me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me really hard. I'm desperate for a
real fuck."
She moved her mouth over mine and stuck her tongue down my throat. Her hands
had finished with my shirt and now started to remove the rest of my clothing.
Paul decided to help her man enjoy the show. He moved over to him and started
adding to his agony.
"She's so fucking hot, isn't she. You're one lucky bastard, but why don't you
give her the treatment she keeps begging me for? We've been fucking for a
couple of months now and she's just such a dirty bitch. Loves to be slapped
around and really gets off on my dick when I work her tits over as I'm fucking
her."
The husband looked like he was being punched with every line that his wife and
Paul were making up. His face had gone from hatred through disbelief and was
now fast approaching complete bewilderment. The lies were working into his
brain, and his eyes were telling him that his lovely wife, his childhood
sweetheart, his precious little darling was really an unfaithful slut who wanted
rough sex. On top of losing his cherished innocent daughter the mental stress
was getting to be too much to bear. Paul didn't let up and in a lower voice, so
the wife couldn't hear, piled on the agony.
"Your daughter is the same, of course. Once she saw what her mother was like
she wanted a go. Came over to my place and begged to be fucked and buggered.
She's been having a great time with us. We made some films and passed her round
a few friends. Fuck, she's one great lay. I bet you've been lusting after her
for some time. But, I'm forgetting. You're not into roughing up sluts, are
you? You're the lovey-dovey type. Flowers, soft lighting, mood music and no
fucking idea. Sit back and watch how a woman wants to be taken."
Paul raised his voice again so that the manipulated wife could hear. "Your slut
woman has been begging me to fuck her ass. She says you won't do it. She tries
to lead you on and get you excited but you keep saying it's dirty and she
doesn't really mean it. You just can't see how desperate she is to be buggered.
You're just so stupid that you can't see she needs to be slapped about and taken
hard to reach a climax. Watch her beg now she knows there are real men in the
room."
By now I was naked and she was on her knees sucking my cock. I had moved round
slightly so that everyone got a good view of her head bobbing up and down. She
wasn't bad but hadn't taken me into her throat yet. I leaned down to her ear,
whispered "Britney", and then grabbed her hair and pulled her face off my dick.
"Want some help to get that cock good and deep in your throat?" I asked.
She looked up at me with a mix of pain and pleading in her eyes, but seeing no
mercy she knew she must continue with the charade. "Yes please, lover. I've
always wanted to give head properly but my useless husband won't help me. Push
my head onto your dick. Help me to do it right. Make me gag on your cock."
I didn't need another invitation and with both hands dragged her lips all the
way down my shaft. I did it nice and slow so that it was more difficult for her
to pretend that she wanted it. When my cock first touched her throat she
started to reach but I just kept the pressure going. Only her throat tried to
resist me. She didn't try to pull her head back or push against me with her
hands. She just let her head be used as a wanking machine. As my cock slowly
slid deeper down her neck the constricting muscles and her constant gagging made
my dick swell even larger.
I had to be careful not to come. We had another surprise planned for hubby and
while I was happy to spunk into any hole, Paul knew that every little bit of
mental anguish that he could add to her husband's agony was another nail in
their happy married bliss. I pulled back and let my cock sit on her lips. "How
was that baby?" I asked, "I wonder if Britney will learn how to do that to her
boyfriends."
Coughing and spluttering it took a short while before she could form any words,
but the reference to her daughter kept her mind on track. "Oh god. That was
great. Do it again. I can take it, lover. Please use me some more. Do it
harder. Use my mouth."
I carried on slowly fucking her throat until I was close to coming. Reluctantly
pulling her head off my saliva covered cock, I pushed her towards Paul. "Don't
forget there's another cock over there. Sluts like you need more than one cock
and I expect you want to demonstrate your new found skills on a fresh dick."
She crawled over to Paul who was standing right next to her husband. "Hey Dani,
me and wimp-boy here have been having a little chat" said Paul, "and he is
hoping you are going to show him what he should have been doing to you all these
years. Do you want me to slap you around a bit before you start on my dick?"
She closed her eyes in resignation but her husband's mind was already fooled
into believing that his darling wife had betrayed him. All he saw was that she
closed her eyes because she was so happy that someone finally understood her
needs.
"Use me," she pleaded, as she reached for the zip on Paul's pants, "make me your
slut. I want it rough and hard. Hit me. Please."
Paul slapped her face a few times as she undressed him. Not hard but enough to
make her realise that she had better keep up the pretence or else she was going
to be really hurt. As soon as Paul's cock was free she bent her head and took
him into her mouth. Bobbing up and down she sucked him to full hardness just
inches from her husband's dazed eyes.
"Show me what you can do," said Paul. "I'm not going to help because real sluts
throat cock on their own. They also do it as hard as they can. Are you a real
slut?"
She didn't answer but just worked his cock deeper into her mouth. As it reached
her throat she put her hands around Paul's ass and literally pulled her head
down onto his rampant dick. With her lips hard up against his body she held her
head in position as long as she could before releasing the pressure and slowly
drawing her lips back up his shaft.
"Good girl" Paul praised her, "now keep that up while wimp-boy sees just what
he's been missing."
She was doing well but her technique was not perfect and although she carried on
impaling her face on Paul's dick for another ten minutes, he was able to stop
himself coming fairly easily. Anyway, he was saving himself for the next stage
of her husband's mental torture.
"Right bitch, we'll do some more of that later. Sluts like you just can't get
enough cock in their throats and we'll let you swallow some spunk later on. But
right now I bet your cunt's getting all wet and sloppy. We really must fill it
up or you'll never reach the sort of cum that you keep telling me you need."
"Oh god, yes," she replied, standing up and moving to the sofa in the middle of
the room. "Fuck me now."
Paul looked at her as though she had forgotten something and as he moved over to
the sofa he mouthed the word 'Britney'. She saw his anger and immediately
realised that she had missed one of the parts Paul had told her was crucial if
she wanted to save her daughter.
"My wimp husband always wears a condom," she said lying back on the cushions and
spreading her legs wide, "but I need to feel your cock, not some piece of
rubber. I need to feel hot spunk up my cunt to really get off. Please say
you'll spunk me. Please. Please." She gyrated her hips and reached for her
pussy lips to spread them wide."
Paul smiled. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Are you on the pill?"
"No. And it's my most fertile time of the month. But I don't care. I need to
feel your cum inside me to take me over the edge. When you spunk into me you'll
make a bastard for me to remember you by. Breed me lover. Breed me." Tears
were welling up in her eyes as she begged Paul to ruin her marriage and her
life, but her husband wasn't looking. His head was sunk down as her words hit
him like bricks.
"Fuck you're a slut," laughed Paul as he slotted his cock into her wide open
cunt. "Keep talking."
"Fuck me, lover .. give me a baby .. spunk in my cunt .. make me your pregnant
whore .. breed me lover .. show that wimp how to really fuck a woman."
Her cunt was sopping wet from the drugs and the natural reaction of her body to
having throated two cocks, and the sound of her juices slurping out of her hole
as Paul moved his dick around in her pussy filled the room. He started to slap
her tits in time with his thrusts and she winced as the pain increased.
"Come on, slut," encouraged Paul, "you know how I like that slutty talk when I'm
fucking you."
"Oh god .. your cock is so big it hurts .. my cunt will never forget the feel of
your beautiful dick .. fuck me harder .. cum deep in my cunt .. make a baby in
me, lover .. you can fuck me anytime .. just call and I'll be yours .. waiting
with my legs spread for your cock .. do it .. fuck your little slut hard."
Paul tried, but he couldn't hold it back for long and soon his balls were
throbbing as he spunked deep into the poor slut's hole. He was now gripping her
tits so hard that they were changing colour but she bravely kept up her act to
save her child.
"Oh yes, lover .. yes .. fill me up .. give me a baby .. breed my slut cunt ..
it's yours .. cum in my pussy .. I need to cum .. more .. please .. more."
Paul finished pumping his seed into her vagina and, with a last slap of her
tits, pulled out. Immediately I was between her legs.
"A cum slut like you needs two cocks before she can get off. Ain't that right?"
I sneered.
"Oh yes .. oh yes .. do me again .. fill me up with more cum .. please .."
I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide on either side of her head.
Stuffing my rock hard dick into her wet hole I lent down, whispered that she
must remember Britney and let her hands reach for my balls as her mouth clamped
itself over mine to kiss me as deeply as she could. Releasing one ankle to
reach for her swollen nipples I started to twist and pull her buds. With her
legs at that angle her clit was being hit every time I slammed into her and soon
she was on the verge of her climax. I reached down with my hand and pinched her
clit as hard as I could while shooting my potent sperm into her fertile open
cunt.
Her scream of pleasure was a death sentence to her marriage. She might have
been able to explain about saving Britney. She could have told her husband
about the drugs. It was just possible that he would believe she was being
forced to act. But she couldn't disguise the pleasure she had got from being
ravaged by a couple of hard cocks.
Paul had come up to her shoulders and now pulled her back so that her head was
hanging down over the side of the sofa. "Suck time," he said and pushed his
semi-hard dick between her lips. He started slowly, to allow her to pleasure
his cock, but after a while he was pumping her throat hard. She gagged and
reached as she tried to breathe, but the spit and slime drooling from her mouth
was running over her upside down face and into her nose and eyes. She looked a
fucking mess but Paul was really getting into the groove.
Eventually he stopped, stepped back and bent down to whisper in her ear. She
looked at him with pure venom in her eyes while Paul just shrugged his
shoulders. Hubby couldn't see what was happening because of the angle of her
head and all he heard were Paul's next words.
"OK, Dani, if that's how you want it. I'll fuck your virgin ass if you insist
..."
"No .. please .. " She moaned quietly to Paul but he just looked at her with
that evil grin of his and mouthed the word 'Britney'. Realising there was no
escape she began the final part of her degradation. Pulling her legs wide over
her head so that her cunt and ass were on display she looked up at Paul and
begged to be buggered.
"My ass .. fuck my ass .. I'm virgin .. my husband won't fuck me there .. I want
you to break me in .. bugger me .. fuck my tight hole .. wreck my ass .. please
.. make me your ass slut .. I want to feel you inside me .. I want your cum deep
in my butt .."
Paul was fingering her tight cherry anus and she was wincing in pain. "It's
going to hurt" he said. "Are you sure? My cock is much bigger than my fingers
and it'll probably rip you apart."
"I don't care .. I need it .. now .. oh god .. do it .. bugger me .. I need you
to fuck my ass .. do it hard .. do it rough .. bugger me now .. please .. "
I moved to her head and cut off her begging by sliding my hard cock into her
mouth. Holding her throat I could feel the head of my dick as it made her neck
bulge. Paul placed his cock at her tight hole and very slowly pushed it all the
way in, half an inch at a time. Her screams around my cock were absolutely
fucking magic. I began pounding her throat while Paul trashed her anus. As a
demolition job it was amazing. After two minutes she pissed herself and then
she puked over my dick. It didn't stop us. We just kept hammering into the
shattered body that had once been a kind mother and a loving wife.
Paul came first and worked her tits as her bathed her ass with spunk. I was
close behind, with my hands round her neck and chin to get the maximum
penetration I shot my load straight into her belly. She had passed out as I was
in the middle of spunking but came-to quickly when I moved away. Gagging,
coughing and spluttering, she tried to regain some small bit of self respect as
she lay on the sofa crying, but Paul wasn't the type to show mercy. She was
soon on her knees cleaning shit, blood, piss and cum from Paul's dick before
moving over to lick her puke of my soft cock. When she had finished we got up
to leave.
"Good girl," said Paul. "Not great, but not bad. If it had been great you
would have Britney now, but because it wasn't A+ we'll keep her for another
couple of days. I know you'll understand. Bye, Dani."
That's the amazing thing about Paul. He manages to fuck everyone. Just when
you think that it would be impossible to beat making the mother fuck us in front
of her husband, he does something to fuck her up even more. Her wails as we
left the motel room were the icing on the cake.
Chapter 29
Lucy was ecstatic that Britney was to be with us for a couple more days and made
the most of her new lesbian lover. While the fucking was good we knew that we
had to go home again soon and three days later we made the call to her parents.
Paul, bastard to the end, dressed Britney in a sexy tight skirt with a cut off
top and left her with her hands tied behind her in an alley. He then told the
local winos she was one of his street whores who had cheated him and was being
punished. We gave them an hour with Britney before Paul phoned the mother to
tell her where her little girl was.
We hid near by and watched as the distraught parents arrived to find their sweet
daughter being gang raped by a load of diseased old men. The husband went
berserk and may have even killed a couple of them before the others ran off
leaving Britney's well fucked body on the ground. It was obvious from the way
the father refused to let his wife even comfort her kid that Paul had managed to
fuck up their happy marriage.
We drove home well pleased with our week's work and let Lucy take turns sucking
our cocks until we arrived at the house.
Life went back to normal for a while but Paul had one last slut to turn to his
pleasure. By now Anna was well aware of what was going on around her. Lucy was
always desperate for sex. Her mother was a robotic whore. Paul and me were
hardly ideal examples of good parenting and it was obvious we had to do
something.
Paul had started her basic training but she was not reacting in the expected
way. Although she saw fucking all the time, although her mind was being
influenced by drugs and hypnosis, she wasn't really getting into sex in the way
her sisters had.
"Deep down she's a prude," said Paul one evening. "She accepts what goes on
around her but she thinks it's dirty and disgusting. She won't even watch some
of the late night talk-shows because of the 'awful people who should know better
and shouldn't be talking about their private lives on television'. For once,
I'm lost as to what we should do."
"Well," I said, "Why not go with the flow? We rape her regular and because
she's a prude she'll hate it. If we keep raping her, especially good rough
stick-it-up-her-ass rape, it will really fuck with her mind."
"That's an idea," said Paul mulling over the possibilities. "But we could do
that to anyone. Its easy to grab a girl, keep her here and fuck her all the
time. I want Anna to fuck loads but to hate the idea at the same time, I'm just
not sure how to turn her into that sort of fucked up slut. How do I make her
have sex, if deep down she doesn't want to. The whole point of what we've done
before is that, deep down, Lucy loves sex and Tina was desperate for filth. So
how do you turn Anna around. Fuck, if she got married she be one of those
once-a-month-because-it's-my-duty wives."
"That's it - duty." It isn't often that I'm quicker than Paul in the ideas
department, but this time I saw it way before he did. "If she thought it was
her 'duty' to have sex then that could do it. We could keep the prude but have
a girl who fucks because it is her duty to serve men, even though they are
disgusting pigs."
"Who you calling a pig?" laughed Paul. "I prefer goat, or horse. But that
could work."
It not only could work, it did work. Anna's training took a slight twist. She
was still exposed to all the sex we could drive into her brain but the slant was
now that men can't help it and women are only on this earth to serve the men.
Men only rape because their sexual needs have not been fulfilled by some woman
somewhere. Women had a duty to fuck with the poor men who were unable to
control themselves. It wasn't the men's fault. They had been created with a
constant need for sex, and women had been created to satisfy the men.
Some women enjoyed sex, some women were cruel and charged money for sex, some
women stupidly tried to prevent men from having sex and, if the poor man just
couldn't control himself anymore, they would end up being raped. In fact, it
was only because men tried so hard to control themselves that women weren't
being fucked in the street the whole time. Men were actually trying really hard
not to constantly impose themselves on women but their genes meant that they
were fighting a losing battle.
A woman's duty was to help men - all men. A woman's duty was to extract the cum
from men's balls whenever a man wanted it. It was all right for a woman not to
encourage a man, it was even OK if the woman didn't really like fucking, but if
any suggestion of sex came up then it would be because the poor man was fighting
hard against his natural instincts and was being overcome by his terrible fate.
Men made a huge effort not to ask every woman to fuck within a minute of meeting
them, but they only managed this by making comments or suggestive remarks in the
hope that the woman would take pity on them and help them relieve the constant
pressure in their balls.
Anna fell for it. Every bit of the perverted shit that we pumped into her
fitted with her weird life anyway so why shouldn't she believe it? She saw Lucy
and Judy fuck at the drop of a hat. She saw me and Paul get desperate for sex
if more than a day or two passed. She saw other men at the house who would be
going crazy for a chance to fuck Lucy. She saw Judy going out specifically to
help men by offering them her body. She looked at videos where women were
constantly trying to get spunk from the men. She was told that her solemn duty
was to help the poor men in their constant battle with their own bodies.
Her prudish nature was also satisfied. She need not enjoy being fucked. She
didn't have to ask men to fuck her. She was only doing what she was meant to
do. For a woman not to fuck various men several times a day would be like not
having to take a piss several times a day. It wasn't good or bad, it wasn't
enjoyable or nasty, it wasn't even that it really mattered. It was just one of
those natural things and once it was done you didn't need to piss again for a
while, and a man wouldn't need to fuck for a while. Depending on the man it may
be a day before he needed to fuck again or it may be 10 minutes but that was
just in the nature of things. While it did seem strange to her that she mostly
met men who wanted to fuck all the time, she put that down to bad luck.
As her training neared it's conclusion we worked out the best way to take her
virginity. Paul sent Judy and Lucy away for a bit. We carried on fucking other
women but made sure Anna didn't realise. During the week we fucked a couple of
sluts at the bar, had a great time raping a college student when we broke into
her room, and enjoyed some slut's virgin ass when we disturbed her and her
boyfriend in their car in the park, but we pretended to Anna that we hadn't had
any sex for several days. As her birthday approached it was obvious that she
was getting concerned for our well being. She thought that we must be putting
up an heroic struggle not to rape her and she even told us we should go and find
a prostitute the night before her big day. Paul said that they didn't work on
Fridays and the stupid cunt accepted his explanation.
On her birthday morning I had to tell her that Paul wasn't well. She asked what
was wrong and I said that now she was fourteen she was old enough to understand
that he just couldn't keep up the unequal struggle anymore and that his body was
rebelling because of a lack of sex. If something wasn't done soon he would
become extremely ill and may eventually die. Struggling not to laugh, I
explained that I just didn't know what to do. Lucy and Judy weren't back for
another week, and when a man got to this stage it was very difficult for a woman
to have sex with him because of all the extra demands that were made. A man in
his state could only be brought back to normality by intense sex sessions over
at least a two day period.
She asked if I was OK and I confessed that I wasn't feeling too well either but
that I was trying to make the best of it for Paul's sake because he had been my
friend for so long. Her next question was exactly what we had expected.
"Can't I help? I love him so much and he's always been so kind to me. Although
he has seen my body getting bigger he hasn't tried to touch me at all. My
breasts are so big now and my vagina always seems to be dribbling fluid. Lucy
says that's because I'm nearly ready to start my life of service to men, but
that you and Paul have been trying hard not to have sex with me yet because
you're not sure I'm properly prepared."
"I know, darling," I said, "but just listen to you. It proves we shouldn't
touch you yet because you won't use the words that a man needs to hear. I
expect Lucy has told you all the things to say when you're helping a man but you
just won't do it."
"I know them. I can say them." She replied "but Lucy said I only need to do it
when I am actually having sex with a man. I don't need to say them all the time
like her. I know all the things I'm supposed to do. Let me help. Please. Paul
needs me. When I've helped him to get better I could help you too."
I nearly came in my pants. She was doing everything just as we had worked out.
The little slut was preparing herself for the ultimate sacrifice to save us poor
men from our intolerable need to fuck. I started on the next stage, although I
was starting to talk such bullshit that I was having trouble not laughing.
"Well, its probably the only thing that can help us now, but you realise that we
are so ill that you will have to make a huge effort. It's not just fucking that
we need now. To get better you will have to do everything on your own and make
it really good for us. If you don't go all out to make it the best fuck we've
ever had, we may relapse and then even Lucy and Judy will not be able to help
us."
"I'll try. I'll try really hard," she said, her bottom lip trembling although I
could tell that her mind was taking her down a road where she was the heroine
coming to the rescue and saving not one, but two, poor wretched men who were
worn out with their overwhelming burden. "I'm sure I know most of the things to
do - Lucy has been teaching me - but is there anything else that I don't know."
"Its really difficult for me to tell you," I said. "You're so sweet, and so good
to help us like this."
"Let me help you," she said, "tell me what I need to know."
Chapter 30
An hour later Paul and I were lying on the huge bed in his room when the door
opened and Anna came in. She was dressed as a nurse. Well, that's not quite
true. Bits of her were dressed as a nurse. She had a nurse's cap, a white
choker and white elbow length gloves. On her feet were white high heeled boots
that went up to mid thigh. The only other item of clothing was a totally
inadequate apron which just covered her erect nipples unless she moved whereupon
it merely emphasised how large her firm tits were in comparison to her tiny
waist. The bottom of the apron was cut to expose her hairless cunt while her
ass and back were not covered by any material at all apart from a couple of
flimsy straps.
Her dark brown hair had red streaks and the make-up would have had her thrown
out of any hospital car park, let alone a hospital ward. Her ruby red outlined
lips contrasted with the flawless pale skin and the deep green eye make-up which
must have taken her ages to put on. She was enough to make you cum just by
looking.
"I'm the new nurse," she said in a voice that somehow conveyed the impression
that she was frantic to get a cock inside her. "I'm going to help you boys get
better."
"Oh god," I moaned, my cock going to full erection at the prospect of the joys
to come. Paul managed to be more in tune with her reality (and our fantasy) and
gasped out that he hoped she could help but he was not convinced because he was
so ill.
She walked to the bed and immediately reached for Paul's cock. She squirted
cream onto it and began to move her hand slowly up and down while fondling his
balls with her other hand. Bending to take the head of his rock hard dick
between her lips she kissed and licked and suckled the top inch while staring
straight into his eyes. Every now and then she would move her head back just
enough to say a few words. "I'll make it better, lover ... I'll help you to cum
... you can fuck me with your cock ... my cherry is yours whenever you want ...
please get better .. I want you to fuck me so you can be well again .."
I'd never seen her like this. Lucy had reported back to us that her training
had been going well, but around the house we only saw the prude, never the slut.
I had been unsure whether she would actually believe all the crap she was being
told, but the drugs, hypnosis and indoctrination had obviously worked their way
into her brain. The stupid slut was going to rescue the men who had so bravely
fought against their primal urges and the only way she could do it was by
fucking our brains out. I know I've said it before, but women are so fucking
STUPID.
She put more cream on Paul's dick, pushed the front of her apron down to her
waist and moved up the bed to slide his erection between her glorious tits.
Massaging her nipples as Paul's slippery cock slipped back and forth she
continued to promise she could help him recover. "My cunt can help you ...
please say you'll use me ... I can do everything that Lucy can ... I'm ready to
be your slut ... I want you to take my virgin hole ... say you'll break my cunt
open ... please ... please ... I know it's what I must do ..."
Paul lay back on the pillows looking at her. If he didn't get it inside her
soon he knew he would explode. Even someone who has fucked as much as Paul can
only take so much. "OK," he said. "It's the only thing that might help."
Anna moved further up the bed to sit astride Paul and rubbed her cunt lips over
his cock. She pulled off the apron and reached for her pussy lips to spread
them around the cock that lay beneath her. She started to massage her creamy
tits as she moved her hips so that her outer lips were sliding up and down
Paul's cock. "I promise it will help," she purred. "I'll make it the best
you've ever had. I know you're ill so I'll do all the work. I'll take my own
virginity on your cock. Don't worry if you haven't got the energy to fuck me.
Just lie still while I fuck you with my cherry cunt."
She pushed up from the bed and reached between her legs. Fondling the head of
his dick with her fingers and tossing his shaft with her other hand she lowered
her body until she had the head of Paul's throbbing member lodged in her tight
hole.
"Be brave, lover," she said, "I'll try to be gentle."
She slowly let her body move downwards as her tight wet virgin cunt engulfed
Paul's cock. Like me, Paul has broken in hundreds of cherries. Usually the
best way is hard and fast, listening to the screams to increase the great
feeling of a ripped open cunt spreading itself around your invading cock. But
afterwards Paul said it was the best virgin breaking he had ever experienced -
and he didn't move a finger, he just lay there as Anna impaled herself on him.
She broke her own hymen slowly, and then just as slowly raised herself back up
his dick before again gently pushing down. She must have been in pain but you
couldn't tell as she gently massaged Paul's cock with her bleeding hole.
"Break me lover ... open me up ... be the first to fuck this tight teen cunt ...
it's fresh and it's all yours ... fuck me ... I'll remember your cock forever
... get it in deep ... feel my cunt suck you in ... fuck me ..."
Her hands had moved to increase his pleasure. One was gently rubbing his
nipples while the other was stretched behind her body to cup his balls. Paul's
dick slid in and out of her sopping vagina, covered in her love juice and
streaked with red blood, as Anna drooled slightly from the corner of her perfect
mouth and coaxed the cum from him.
"Fuck me ... fuck me with your cock ... you're such a great fuck ... I'll never
stop wanting your dick ... cum in my virgin cunt ... give me your sperm ...
no-one has ever fucked me before ... I want you to cum inside me ... please
spunk your little teen slut ... spunk into my vagina ... please cum for me,
lover ... "
Paul erupted. His body almost jumped from the bed as his cum shot from his
aching cock into her unsullied pussy. He finally had to move his hands and he
grabbed her hips to hold her tight onto his spurting cock. Anna reached her
climax, or gave the best act I've ever seen of a girl in the throws of ecstasy.
Moaning and begging and crying out with rapture she caressed his balls to get
the last drops from his sac. As Paul lay back she lifted herself off him and
bent to take the softening member into her mouth. As carefully as she had first
sucked him she now gently licked away her cunt slime from his cock and was
overjoyed as he began to harden again.
She continued to suckle his growing cock as she wanked his shaft with gentle
strokes from her gloved hands. As he returned to full hardness she looked up at
him and purred.
"I knew I could help lover. I know that we must do it lots more to make sure
you recover fully but now you've been able to cum once I hope we can cure you
completely. Are you ready to fuck me again? I'd love you to add to the spunk
that's inside me. Can you manage to fuck me or would you like me to fuck you?
I'll love it whichever way you chose. I just want you to put your cock back
into me."
"I'd like to see if I can fuck you this time," said Paul trying hard not to show
how smug he was that his plan had worked. "But you may have to help me. Lie on
your side and open your legs."
She complied and again reached for his cock with her hands to locate it at the
entrance to her cunt. Paul pushed a bit but let her do most of the work as his
dick slid easily into her ravished hole. She gasped as he entered her again but
soon settled into satisfied little mewling sounds she thrust down onto his
hardness with regular strokes. As she concentrated on making Paul's cock cum
inside her sopping vagina, she looked over at me.
"Oh god," she exclaimed. "Oh Rob. I'm so sorry. I'd forgotten about you. You
poor darling. How could I be so cruel? You must be so desolate. Watching Paul
get better while your own illness gets worse. I'm so sorry. I'll make it
better for you too. Can you slide over here? Are you strong enough to put your
cock in my mouth? Let me help."
I pretended to have difficulty moving but bravely managed to get my cock near to
her sweet lips. As she humped Paul's dick she reached for my erect shaft and
enveloped it with her mouth. In two goes it was deep in her throat with her
lips hard up against my body. She removed a glove and dipping her finger into
her juicy cunt she used the lubrication to help her push it into my asshole.
Her other hand found my balls and she lay still.
Her throat massaged my dick as her finger gently tickled my prostate, and her
hand gently squeezed my balls. For over a minute the only movement you could
see were her hips thrusting down onto Paul's groin. Then she moved her head up
to the top of my dick, said "I love your cock" and pushed her mouth back down to
rock bottom. It was like no blowjob I had ever had before. She only touched
the head of my cock with her lips about once every minute and there was
virtually no visual movement at all. It would have made a crap film because she
looked like a still photograph, but her swallowing throat around my cock was
like a rippling vacuum cleaner.
I held out for as long as I could but I had no control over the action.
Throating usually involves me holding the slut's head as I drive my cock in and
out of her mouth. When I want to go deep I go deep, when I want tongue or lips
on the head of my cock I move back a bit. I'm always in control which means I
can make it last as long as I want. But Anna was teaching me something new. I
lay back, loved every minute and tried to make it last as long as possible. In
the end I gave up. Her finger in my ass frigged my prostate to increase the
intensity of my ejaculation and several pints of cum spurted up my shaft to
enter her stomach. After the first two spurts she moved her head up to take the
rest of my spunk in her mouth, with the final jets going over her face.
She held my cock at the base and looked at me as she toyed with the cum in her
mouth. Dribbling and drooling so that she looked even sluttier than before, she
used her shit stained finger to catch stray globs and put then back into her
mouth.
"I love your spunk, Rob," she moaned. "Give me all you have. Promise you'll
always use my mouth when you want to cum. Let me be your spunk slut. Let me,
please."
Chapter 31
The whole day was spent fucking and sucking as Anna worked hard to reverse the
terrible illness that we had endured. Paul and I had trouble in curbing our
enthusiasm for fucking this sweet little piece, but we knew that it was
important that this first session went according to her expectations.
She was nothing like the prudish little goody-goody she was normally. She was
doing her duty and seemed to be enjoying herself. It would only be later that
we would find out if she still retained her puritanical attitudes or whether she
was now a hot-ass slut like her sister.
Half way through the second day Paul and I decided it was time for a relapse.
She had more sacrifices to make and we wanted to convince her that she was still
not fully performing her duty unless she went further than she could yet
imagine.
Her face crinkled in disappointment when it seemed that Paul and I were falling
back into the clutches of our awful illness. She had spent the day dressed as a
showgirl. Sequins and tassels were all over her scanty clothes which
accentuated her tits, waist and ass in the most blatant way. Her face and body
was covered with fantastic over-the-top stage make-up and her lips, cheeks,
eyelids and much of her body glittered.
While we had continued fucking we had tried (with some difficulty) to be less
than totally enthusiastic all morning and as Anna tried harder and harder to
regain our interest she sensed something was wrong. Paul did the talking and he
explained how this sort of regression was normal. We had expended so much
strength fighting our urges before she had helped us that we might not ever be
able to return to normal. The only cure was more sex, and it had to be more
extreme. He didn't want to mention it but unless her ass was available as well
as her other holes and unless she really tried to satisfy all our needs, even
those deep down fantasies that we had been bottling up, it was possible that her
efforts so far would have been in vain.
She fell for it. Asking us to follow her to the main room she lay over the
swivel stool that had been built for one of Paul's films. The stool was like a
small bed with a height control so that it could be moved to cock height whether
you were standing or kneeling, and swiveled round so that a girl could be gang
banged by a circle of men without them having to move. She lay on her back with
her head hanging backwards over one end of the stool while she pulled her legs
way back in that double-jointed way some porn stars can manage so that her cunt
and ass were totally exposed. Moving her hands down to her ass she looked at us
and offered herself completely.
"I want you to bugger me," she said. "I want one of you to break open my ass
while the other fucks my face. When you want to change, just turn me round and
you can have a different hole. Start in my mouth so I can get you well
lubricated and then make me an ass slut. I've got to get you both well, and I
know that my tender virgin ass can help. Please fuck my ass. Lucy says that
after you've both sodomised her she can't shit properly for days. I want to be
used like that. Please."
Paul and I tossed a coin to see who would be first in and I won. I stepped up
and let her slaver all over my cock. Sliding it up and down her throat to make
sure it was as slimy as possible while Paul loosened her ass with his fingers.
As soon as I was as hard and wet as she could make me, I turned the stool round.
She lifted up her head to look at me and moved her hands to either side of her
last virgin opening. "Do it, lover. Please do it now," she begged stretching
the puckered hole with her fingers. "Use me like the slut I am. Fuck my ass.
Trash my tight little hole with your beautiful big cock."
I didn't need any further invitation and wedged the head of my dick just inside
her anal ring. I popped it in and out a couple of times as Anna almost cried in
frustration. "Do it properly, Rob, please. Ram it home. Make me scream.
You'll love it. My ass is tight and hot and just waiting for you to make it
yours. Please bugger me."
I lent forward and thrust as hard as I could. Her ass was so tight that the
sensation around my spit covered dick was close to pain, but after a couple more
hard shoves my cock started to move more easily. The whole time Anna kept
looking at me and begging for more as I ripped her ass open. "Aaarrgghhhh .. oh
god .. so hard .. do it .. do it hard .. god it hurts .. aaarrrggghhh .. don't
stop .. use my ass .. make your cock split me apart ... oh god .. it hurts so
good .. fuck it harder ... make me an ass slut .."
Paul waited until I was into a good rhythm and then pulled Anna's head back to
start getting her lubrication on his own cock. She was soon being impaled from
both ends and once Paul was ready we pulled out, swiveled the stool and started
fucking the new hole that was waiting to be ravaged. Anna didn't miss a beat.
My shit and blood stained cock went straight down her throat and was soon
cleaned by her lips and tongue. With changes every few minutes we kept up the
double fucking for more than half an hour. Anna was completely breathless the
whole time but even when she didn't have a cock down her throat for the few
seconds it took to turn the stool , she still managed to beg for more, or to be
fucked harder or longer or rougher.
All good things must end and eventually we came. Paul was first to spunk up her
ass and the very next turn of the stool meant had my own cock also spurting into
her already flooded ass. We rested as Anna tried to get up but it took a while
for her cramped legs to unwind and allow her to walk. She looked like she had
just got off a horse and the high heels didn't help her as she started to hobble
to the bathroom.
"Where you going," asked Paul.
"I've got to clean up," she replied, "Your cum is dribbling from my ass down my
legs."
"And fucking good it looks too," was Paul's response, "so leave it dribbling.
If you must clean it up, do it here with your fingers and mouth."
She turned and bent at the waist so we could see how her once tight little anus
now gaped wide. Sperm oozed from the ruined orifice in small globs and then
slid down her thighs. She reached back and tried to collect it with her hand
before turning her head to look at us and licking her fingers clean.
"OK," said Paul, when the steady oozing was reduced to a trickle, "break time's
over. Get sucking."
She obediently bent to her task and soon had us both returning to semi-hardness.
For two days we put her through the mill. Everything we could think of. Two
cocks in her cunt at the same time. Making her masturbate. Swallowing piss.
Ass licking. Further deep throat training. Bondage workouts. What to do with
a cucumber. The correct use of a double headed dildo. By the time Lucy and
Judy returned we were cured. Anna was exhausted but happy, and immediately
reverted to her puritan ways by refusing to discuss what had occurred, wearing
her less attractive clothes and scolding Lucy for the way she constantly needed
sex.
We decided it would be more fun not to take Anna out of school. Every day she
set off wearing the clothes Lucy had bought for her. All of them sexy rather
than blatant and Anna spent most of the day trying to pull the skirt down to
cover at least some of her thighs; holding her books in front of her huge tits
which were even more obvious in the blouse that was too small; trying not to
walk in a sexy way when she was wearing four inch fuck-me heels.
The boys in her class soon worked out what to do. Being nice to her didn't
work, but almost everything else did. Almost any comment on her clothes, body,
sex in general, or how they wanted her resulted in Anna offering blowjobs to
help them get through the day. Soon blowjobs weren't enough and her cunt was
brought into play. Her ass wasn't part of the fun for nearly a month but then
it too fell victim to her overriding need to perform her duty to mankind.
Her grades started to fall until the male teachers got in on the act. Anna
hardly had any education for the next two years but her report card said she was
near the top of the class. The girls in her year got pissed off until the boys
expanded their enjoyment by persuading Anna that watching lesbian sex really
helped them to control their urges. Anna was now being used by the three dykes
in her year and was persuaded to entice innocent girls into her arms for the
enjoyment of her classmates.
The circle of boys and men who fucked her kept expanding. Kids from
neighbouring schools, friends of the teachers, the neighbourhood cops, workers
on building sites she passed on the way to school, the local group of bikers, if
they were male and bold enough to ask for sex or even just shout out that she
had a great pair of tits, Anna would soon be fucking them up against the nearest
wall.
It was so fucking funny watching her when she finally got home every day from
school. As she came through the door she would try to mop up the cum streaming
from her well used cunt and ass before Lucy grabbed her to lick it out of her
holes. She would try to push her sister away until Paul or I told her how
exciting it was for us and to let Lucy have her fill. It seemed that there was
always something different to disgust her and her complaints about why the other
girls weren't pulling their weight in helping the poor boys to control
themselves were hilarious. After she was gang banged by the rival team at a
football match she was more pissed off at the opposition cheerleaders than with
the boys on the team. She couldn't understand why none of the other girls had
helped out.
One day we had gone to the park to catch some rays and check out the local
talent. We sat on the grass some distance from most of the other people because
Lucy was being particularly randy and kept reaching for our cocks to suck. We
had sent Anna for some more beers but she had been gone for over an hour. Paul
had spotted her after 15 minutes with our drinks but she was with two older men
and was heading into the public toilets. Since then, nearly all the men who
went in seemed to be taking about 15 minutes just to have a piss and there were
several angry women hanging around outside wondering why their husbands were
taking so long.
We had been lying back while Lucy sucked us off but when she had finished we
told her that she would have to play with herself if she wanted anymore sex.
Paul sat up, and looked at a family walking a little distance away. The wife
was tiny, pretty and blonde but what had really caught his attention were the
two daughters messing about behind her. They were twins, about 12 years old,
and were laughing and playing with a small dog. The husband was carrying a
third girl, about 8 years old, on his shoulders. We watched as they went past.
"I've been thinking," said Paul. "It might be time to bring some new blood into
our little circle. I like to have a project on the go and I was wondering if
some new faces would be good for our films."
"Why not," I replied. "I assume you're talking about those kids with the dog."
"Yeah, it could be fun. With Lucy to help it should be much easier than last
time. I'm toying with the idea of getting the husband to become gay and take
massive pricks up his ass. But it might be better to see if we could work on
both of the parents so that they offer the kids to us. It'll be difficult to
work out which twin to fuck first, but my life is full of tough problems. What
do you think?"
I laughed. "Fucking hell, Paul, you're such a bastard. But we might as well go
for it. It could be fun. As for which of the poor cunts gets corrupted first I
don't really mind, although I always prefer them as young as possible.
"It's a deal then. Lets go and recruit some fresh new pussy."
"OK Paul," I replied. "Whatever you want."
