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CHAPTER FOUR

He worked his finger out of her twat and she sat up, squatting on the bed beside him. She leaned over and her small, hard-nippled tits kissed his face. He grabbed them, squeezed them together, started using his lips on her nipples, rushing back and forth from one brawn pinnacle of excitement to the other, sucking, biting, slobbering all over the ends of her tits. She leaned closer, squashing her boobs into his face, and she cuddled him like a baby. "Suck me," she murmured. "Suck me the way I sucked you. I like to be nicked. Mmmm, got a better idea!"

She leaned back, her tits sliding from his grasping caresses. She lifted her pussy so that he could see the red lips among the dark curls of hair, and she reached in with one hand, opening herself, spreading the joys of her snatch so he could see the hole he'd only just been loving with his hand. "Take a good look," she said breathlessly, "and now…" She threw one leg across his body, raising her cunt even higher. "Now I want to be eaten, too. Suck me dry. But not too dry, if you know what I mean?" And she laughed, pressing her match down on his face.

He grabbed her ass, thrust his mouth into her damp hole, and his tongue skirted through the hairs, licking the rim of her labes, pushing them open, going inside. "That's it," Joanne giggled, settling down a little more. Her snatch was tight and warm against his mouth now and he was pinching her smooth firm hips as he licked her inside and out.

Not a great licking, but the crude, untaught rush of his energy was delightful in its own way, and Joanne felt a sweeter bliss than if she had been receiving head from an expert. Tom ate a pretty good cunt, she remembered, but Tom was saving his tongue for that girl, that Alice. Did her pussy taste like strawberries? That's what he always used to tell Joanne while she pulled his ears and smeared twat goo all over his mouth. He hadn't told her that in a long time. He hadn't gone down on her in along time. She didn't miss it quite so much, not now. Ronnie's tongue flicked again and again over the budded tip of her clitoris and she mowed exultingly, rocking herself from side to side atop him. "Suck me!" she panted. "Really really suck me!"

He did. He opened his lips and planted them atop Joanne's dripping hole and began to suck like a vacuum cleaner. Again, not as good as she was used to, but a hell of a lot better than anything she was getting at home. She put her hands on his head, smeared him with more and more of her pussy leakings, and his tongue began to play inside her again. "My God," she told him, "Oh, my God, do it do it do ittttt!"

She reached back, found his cock. It was still wet from her mouth, sticky from the cum he'd puddled into her sucking maw, and, best of all, still rock-hard! She clasped him in her fingers, began to work up and down, stroking, fingering, toying with his sweet little toy of a prick, until he was steely stiff in her hand and she couldn't bear the thought of waiting for another moment. She had to have him in her now, now, now!

"Oh, God!" Joanne said, trying herself loose from his hungry tongue. He had been getting better and better with each lick, she realized as her twat and his mouth parted company. She envied the woman who would get the next licking from Ronnie's maturing tongue. With any luck, she thought, it just might be me. She wasn't nearly finished with the afternoon's sport.

"I still don't believe this is happening to me," Ronnie grinned, sitting up. Joanne was crouching on one leg alongside his lower body and she was working his cock in her hand, making sure it stayed hard. Her other leg stretched across the bed, past Ronnie. He caught her foot, lifted it, brought it to his face. Joanne tipped over across his legs, but she didn't let go of his prick. He pressed the heel of her foot against his mouth, breathed on it, and then he started licking, slurping with his tongue, through the mesh of her stockings. "You taste good everywhere," he mid, looking around the side of her foot. Joanne just milled. He began to suck her toes. She turned, stretched her long shapely leg. He stroked it with his other hand while continuing his toe job, and she closed her eyes. The darling boy! Had he read her mind? How did he know that she loved to have her toes mouthed and sucked and licked? No one knew that except Tom. Tom.

Goddamn it, she thought, it always comes around to Tom. Tom this, Tom that, and Tom and his student-body slut! Well, it's time for me to get a few of my jollies, too, and the fucking hell with Tom! "Enough, stud," she panted, pulling her foot loose. "I came here to get fucked, and get fucked I will!"

"Anything you say, Joanne," the boy shrugged, and he offered her his hand. She let go of his dick, took him by the hands, and moved into position astraddle his prone body. It was a good position, and he could thrust deeply into her. She needed it deep, and she needed it hard, and she needed it fucky, but most of all, she needed it now! Something to wash from her mind the memory of what she'd heard today on the intercom. She wanted to fuck.

Joanne settled down upon him, just touching his genitals with her own for a moment. His stiff cock was standing up, rubbing the bun of her dark-furred, pussy. She reached down, cuddled him against her moist hungry flesh, and it felt good, really good. She could feel the throbbing in his dick, felt it hammering against her responsive, sensitive pussy bulge, and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensations. Tom wasn't the only one who could go out and fl find himself some sex, she thought proudly. She'd done it today, done it for the first time, and she hadn't done badly at all. The taste of Ronnie's sperm was still fresh and lingering in her mouth, and she pursed her lips, remembering the sweetness of that river of sticky juice spurting from his cock into her hungry gullet. As she did, she teased with her fingers the fat spongy bulge of knob at the crown of Ronnie's tool, and she felt little drops of wetness beginning to ooze from his slit. Not semen this time, only the pre-cum that, men secreted in their cocks when it might be necessary to juice a partner's snatch for some sweet fucking. She didn't need any juicing. Her pussy was sticky-wet inside, and sticky-wet around the crack, too, where the stuff had leaked from her. She didn't need any additional help. She would swallow him to the balls and hump down on him, her pussy gulping his prick in horny contractions. She hoped that his nuts were full of cum, because she would drain him dry before he got off this bed again.

"I'm ready," Joanne murmured. "You don't know how ready I am." He reached down, ready to assist her, but she brushed his hand away. "Let me put it in," she said. "That's something I've really missed lately."

She lifted up, high enough to clear the tip of his prick, and she wiggled the stiff tool around until its point was just brushing the parted lips of her cunt. "Mmmmm-hmmmm," she purred, and then she pushed down.

He yelped excitedly as he plunged into her, and he grabbed her by a thigh and a buttock, hanging on for dear life as Joanne plummeted down. His prick entered her, thrust up until his entire length was buried in her pussy and she was riding down hard on his balls, grinding away as if she meant to fuck his balls inside her as well. "God, let's do it!" Ronnie touted, writhing under the dark-haired woman.

Joanne swept her hair back, for a few tresses had fallen across her face and into her open, gasping mouth, and she aid, "Now that's the kind of talk I like to hear in the bedroom. Fuck me, and I'll fuck you. Fair enough?" He nodded happily, and she started to swivel her ass around and around atop him. His cock moved with her gyrations, and he gripped her flesh tighter and tighter. Joanne moaned as it began to feel so good, so Goddamned good, and she couldn't remember the last time a fuck had affected her so quickly, so magically. Her head was swimming and she felt as if she were dropping over the edge into a come that would last forever. And he'd only just put it inside her. There was more, so much more, on the way.

She leaned forward, kissin, his chest with her hard firm tits, kissing his face with her hot excited mouth. She held the sides of his face and stroked her fingers up and down, and he kept his grip on her ass, both hands clutching her now, and they began to move in the age-old timeless rhythm of the fuck, she moving from side to side and up and down in slight twitchy motions while he kept pushing up and down with his stiff, buried prick, moving himself in and out along the slick wet sheath of her pussy. "That's it, baby," she told him between kisses. "You keep that up a little while longer and I'll give you a big surprise."

"What kind of surprise?" he asked coyly, licking her nose and lips.

"I'll crack your nuts and make you squirt more cum than you knew you had in you," she purred, meaning every word of it. "I'll make your dick swell so big you'll think it's going to explode, and when you come – when we come – it'll be like going, to the moon without a rocket. Trust me, darling, trust me – and fuck me. Oh, yes, fuck me, don't stop fucking me till I tell you to stop, and I may never, never, never tell you to stop! It feels so good already, I'd forgotten it ever felt this good! Just dolt, do it, do it, and don't stop doing ittttt!"

She got her legs around his, locked them together tightly, forcing a little more of his dick up her slot. Jesus, she had forgotten that fucking could fill you up so beautifully! He was thick, a bit thicker than Tom though he couldn't plumb her quite so deeply, and her cuntal walls expanded to make room for the wedge of his pecker. She kept on kissing him, and occasionally she reached down behind herself, into the space where their bodies joined. She cupped his balls in her hot, shaking hand, and squeezed them. He moaned into her mouth and rammed his cock upward, hard, spearing himself into the sucking maw of her oozing twat.

As she fucked, Joanne rocked from side to side, so that he gave it to her from constantly varying angles of entry. She liked that. In fact, she liked everything about, it. She liked the secure, comfortable feel of his rod inside her, giving her snatch the reaming for which it had yearned for such a long time. Did Alice Custer get it any better from Tom this noon in that little cubbyhole office of his? She doubted it very much. Alice had been getting it for quite a while, if she was making the right assumption from evidence. And, Joanne told herself, it was best of all when you really, really needed it. The way I need it, she thought, still fucking, still moaning, trading tongues back and forth with Ronnie. The way I need it!

He worked her ass in his hands, squeezing the firm but pliant cheeks of her butt, letting his fingers slide across her flesh. He made her lift high, so that she came down with a passion upon his rampant pecker, and when that happened, when they merged in such a rush of raging need, his strokes felt deepest, sweetest of all. She worked her tongue into his mouth, felt his teeth gnash it softly. Their bodies were hot and sweating profusely, and above it all she could smell the fragrant aroma of sex, the room thick with that heavenly smell, her nostrils full of it, her throat and lungs full of it, God, her body full of it, full of sex, full of joy, and after so long!

"Let me on top!" he panted. "I can't control myself on the bottom!"

"You should be a woman," Joanne teased. "You'd learn to be on top of things no matter which end you were on. But if you want to, let's switch over. Only – don't let your cock go out of me. Not even for a second. Keep stroking!"

In a tangle of bodies they managed it, and he didn't let his cock leave her sucking hole, though he did have to give up his penetrating stabs for a moment or two while they shifted positions. When the maneuver was completed, Joanne lay on her back, legs spread widely, and Ronnie was on his hands and knees above her, his dick still buried in her twat. He grunted as he got the hang of this new angle, and his strokes seemed to go deeper, harder, faster. As he fucked, he reached to feel her tits, to run his hand down her belly into the tangle of pussy hairs. He pinched her clit at the moment his cock went particularly deep into her clit, and she screamed in delight, whipped her legs upward, locked them around his body and pulled him down heavily atop her. He fell with a gasp and a pant, and she wrapped him with her arms, too, holding him tightly. They melted and merged again and again, and it seemed that this sweet juicy fuck would never end. She wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end.

There was a sudden sound outside, someone banging open the trailer door, banging it shut again, and Ronnie froze in mid-fuck atop Joanne. "Oh, fuck," he said, and his cock started to go soft inside her.

"What is it?" she asked, swiveling under him, using her pussy muscles in an effort to keep his dick hard. It wasn't working. She could feel his rod getting limper almost with each breath that left his mouth. The bed had stopped moving as their fuck-rhythm stopped, and, for the first time Joanne realized how much noise the bed made when it was being used as beds were supposed to be used. Creaking springs, rattles, the whole shooting match.

There was a sharp rapping at the door of the bedroom they occupied. "Hey," someone called from the other side of the door, "what's going on in here?"

"It's my roommates," Ronnie said, beet-red. "Oh, hell, I forgot about them coming in. God, is it three o'clock already? That's when their class lets out."

"Have you got a woman in there?" came another voice, accompanied by more rap-a-taps on the door. "Open up, Spencer! This is the house detective!"

"They think they're funny," Ronnie told Joanne. "I better go tell them to fuck off."

"No, forget them," Joanne pleaded, catching at him with her hands, but it was too late. He was already climbing off her, and his dick hung limp and useless between his legs, a pathetic reminder of the proud, hard stabbing tool it had been only a moment ago. He stepped down to the floor, found his shorts, slipped into them. Joanne watched glumly as he pulled the shorts up and his t-shirt down and started for the door.

"Will you guys fuckin' knock it off?" he said, slipping out the door hastily. Joanne lay naked on the bed, watching, and she caught a quick glimpse of one red-hair-trimmed face peeking round the edge of the door before Ronnie slammed it shut. She sighed, reached down to stroke her wet gash, sniffed at the fuck-scented fingers, and then she got up from the bed, went to the door, and stood listening.

"He does have a chick in there," one of the strange voices was saying. "Not bad either. How'd you swing it, Spencer? You usually wind up with dogs, y'know?"

"Will you guys fuckin' get lost?" Ronnie said angrily. "I got big doings, and you're screwing it up."

Joanne touched the doorknob. Same devil – perhaps the sine one that had brought her here in the first place – was inside her. She toyed with the knob a moment, feeling the cold metal grow warm under her fingers, and then she pushed the door open and stepped into the doorway naked, her long chestnut hair tossed back. She addressed Ronnie. "Are you coming back to bed, love? I'm getting very lonesome without you."

"Holy fucking shit!" exclaimed one of the boys.

Ronnie's roommates were twins, apparently, both of them medium sized, rather chunky around the shoulders, with red, carroty hair and lots of freckles dotting their ultra-pink faces. And both of them were staring at her goggle-eyed as she stood laity in the doorway, her body on full, enticing display. Ronnie spun around and his face was scarlet red. "Go back in there," he mid weakly, but there was a gleam of pride in his eyes. She could see it, and she knew that pert of him was fluffed up with young-male macho as his friends took in the sight of the woman he had been fucking. Woman. Not girl. Woman.

She stepped into the cluttered living room of the trailer and stood proud and unashamed, hands on her hips, hair swinging with a soft static rustle as she looked from face to face.

"You're fucking that, Spencer?" one of the redheads whispered, his eyes wide, seeming to protrude several inches from his freckled face.

"You think you can do better?" Joanne taunted. She stepped up to Ronnie, put one of her hands on his shoulder, stood there supported by his shaking body, and eyed the redheaded twins with a sparkle and a questioning look that was no less penetrating for being silent.

"Will you go back in there?" Ronnie asked in a whisper.

He turned to Joanne, tried to cover her with his body. She stepped around him, walked up to one of the redheads. "How about you?" she asked, putting her hand on the side of his face. She took a deep breath, so that her bare tits and stiff nipples lifted, and his eyes fluttered down, staring at her nips, then up to her face, then down again. She looked down, too, saw that the front of his pants was beginning to push out from the weight of a stiffening cock inside. Laughing silkily, Joanne reached down, squeezed his bulge for a fleeting second, then took her hand away. He stiffened at once and groaned. His face felt hot and feverish under the pressure of her fingers. She leaned in closer, rubbed his chest with her stiff nipples, then danced away from him, toward the other boy. "And you?" she asked.

She didn't have to touch him. His cock was jutting in his trousers, fully erect, and he was making chirpy little bird noises. His teeth chattered slightly. Neither of the redheads could be more than eighteen or nineteen, she thought.

She looked back at Ronnie. He was white-faced now, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty. "Why not?" she said to him with a toss of hair and shoulders. "If they won't leave, we may as well invite them to party with us. I promise you, baby, there is more than enough of me to go around."

But he stood back as she began to kiss and cuddle the twins, whose names were Ted and Fred. She, couldn't remember which was which. She didn't really give a shit.

She oozed up to one – call him Ted – rubbed him with her bare body, slipped her arms around his waist, and began to nibble his chin. "Joanne," she heard Ronnie say, but she wasn't listening to Ronnie. If he didn't want to play under the new rules, he could go do something else. Anyway, she'd never made it with more than one guy at the same time, and certainly never with twins. It might be an educational experience.

She unzipped Ted's pants, reached inside, and started to play with his prick. He got the message, put his hands on her titties, and squeezed her stiff nipples. She pulled his cock out of his pants, dropped to her knees, fed him into her mouth. She sucked him greedily, noisily, drooling saliva down her chin. Once upon a time she'd wanted to be an actress, and certainly there was a strain of exhibitionism in her character. No one goes on stage without that strain of tow-off bubbling inside her. But this was a new kind of exhibitionism for Joanne. She wasn't on a stage pretending to be Lady Macbeth or Eliza Doolittle. She was on her knees in a cluttered trailer eating a stranger's cock while two other strangers stared at her in amazement. As if they'd never watched a blowjob before. Maybe they hadn't. She'd never given one in public before, but it wasn't stopping her. She only wished that her husband and his paramour Alice could have been here, too, that Tom could have gotten his Goddamned bloody eyes full of the sight of his wife eating the cock of some teenaged stranger. And as she wolfed down the swollen pecker, caressed it with her lips and tongue, bathed it in her drool, she found herself imagining that Tom really was there, that he stood watching with his eyes bulged out, and she loved the sensation.

As she sucked Ted she unhooked his pants and worked them down to his ankles, over his feet. "Take it all off," she aid, turning away from him. "I won't come back till you're naked." And with that she crawled on her knees toward his brother, Fred, who was rubbing his bulged-out crotch and panting in anticipation. She touched his thighs and made a smacking noise with her lips. "Take it out," she said. "I want you to do some of the work, too."

He unzipped himself with trembling fingers, hauled his prick out, and Joanne took over. She held him upright with her fingers, began to lip and mouth him from base to tip, licking up from time to time in a catlike caress of his glans. Like his brother, he was uncircumcised, and she spent a long time toying with his foreskin, sliding it back and forth, alternately covering and revealing his grape-like bobbin. Neither of the twins was exceptionally well hung – about the length of Ronnie and not quite as thick. She didn't care. They had cocks, and their cocks were hard. Nothing else counted. Nothing!

Finally she took him into her mouth, but her sucking was only a buildup. He was groaning and gasping and grabbing at her head, but she worked loose and left his cock hanging like a flagpole from a building wall, a dribble of her spit dripping from the end.

"You get naked, too," she announced, standing up. Something grabbed at her from behind. She looked down, saw freckled hands clutching her tits. It was Ted. He pushed up against her, rubbing her bare ass with his equally bare crotch and stiff prick. She smiled, reached back, and stroked the flank of his lip. And as she stood there, being felt up by one twin, she watched the other one strip off his clothes.

They were built similarly. Broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, narrow waists and hips. Weight-lifters, maybe. A little overdeveloped for her taste. She liked men who were slim and slender, trim men with feline bodies. Men who didn't know whether they wanted to grow up to be Al Pacino or Rudolph Nureyev? She dismissed the thought and reached out instead for Fred's cock as he came panting toward her, his dick still rigid and jutting from the crinkle of red hair at his groin.

"That's it!" she said. "Make me the meat in the sandwich!" They had her pinned between them, Ted nuzzling her from behind, Fred from the front. Each of them was stiff and she could feel their stiff cocks gliding across her naked body. I'm going to do it, she thought. I really am going to do it. Is this me, Joanne Hickman, or is it someone else who's taken possession of my body for the day? She didn't know and she wasn't sure she cared. Not when Fred began to rub her wet pussy with the end of his rod. He had his foreskin peeled back and he was scooping up the juices that still coated her labes, glazing his knob with them. She was ticklish, and Joanne giggled. At the nine time she reached behind, caught Ted's pecker and began to fondle it happily. "There's room for more," she called, looking over her shoulder at Ronnie.

He was standing where she'd left him, and his face looked sour. Obviously he didn't enjoy having his private party intruded upon. The hell with him! Besides, she told herself, he probably couldn't have done the job anyway. He'd have fagged out in the homestretch, left me high and dry. But she nibbled her lip, wishing that Ronnie could view it with the same enthusiasm she did.

"Throw that shit off the couch," Ted told his brother, and Fred jumped to the task. Joanne missed the feel of his prick tickling her pussy, but Ted's hand had fallen to her snatch now, and he was giving her some hearty explorations, his middle finger playing in and out of her bush, and she relaxed against him, purring with contentment.

Fred cleaned off the messy couch, tossing schoolbooks, magazines, discarded shirts and jackets, and a couple of bags of potato chips onto the floor, and Ted began walking Joanne toward it, his stiff cock prodding her between the buttocks. She giggled each time he bumped her crack. She went onto the couch head and knees first, her legs parted, her pussy winking open and shut between her upper thighs. She rested her elbows on the back of the couch and said, "Come and get it!"

Ted came up behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy in one fast hard stroke. She moaned as he went deep and hard, and then he had her by the ass, working her hips up and down as he kept on feeding her the meat. He was a bit more experienced than Ronnie, she decided, but perhaps not so charming. At any rate, he was fucking her with pretty good action, and his cock had dipped itself in other pussies before today, she was certain. "Do it just like that," she encouraged, wiggling her tail. And he did.

Fred went around the couch, stepping gingerly over the junk littering the floor, and grabbed Joanne's hands, pulling her down. Her tits hit the back of the couch, and she was breathless for a moment. When she opened her eyes Fred's cock was pushing up toward her mouth and he was dragging her head down to meet his thrust. She shrugged, opened her mouth wide and took him home.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she heard Ronnie ask, and he was closer now, staring at her with an accusatory look in his eyes. What the hell does it matter to you? she thought, and then went on sucking. "Would you guys knock it off and get the fuck outa here?" Ronnie told his roommates.

"If you'd been fucking her the right way, she wouldn't have asked us to join the party," Fred replied, pulling on Joanne's hair. Tears sprang into her eyes. He was rough and more than a little crude. Not crude in the sweet, good-hearted way Ronnie had been. She began to have second thoughts.

But there wasn't too much she could do. Her mouth was full of cock and so was her twat. They were double teaming her as if they'd been doing it all their lives, and she was nothing but a pair of holes being buffeted back and forth between them, a mouth and a curd to be filled with cock. That devil inside Joanne didn't seem so awfully devilish hot now and she wondered if she had made a mistake.

"Let her up," Ronnie said. "This has gone far enough."

"The hell it has!" one of them answered. She couldn't tell which. But a cock slammed into her pussy, and the other one rammed into her mouth, pushing almost to her throat. She felt his pubic hairs tickle her nose and she made a gagging sound of protest. He tightened his grip on the top of her head and he kept feeding his prick into her, stabbing it faster and faster. Joanne was still choked up from that one wickedly deep thrust and she was trying to get her breath, but with her mouth constantly full of prick it was hard as hell to catch up.

Ted gave her a few more jabs up the pussy and then his cock eased from her. She groaned around the one in her mouth, relaxed a second, then felt him punching the tip of his stiff prick against the tight opening of her asshole. "Nnnnnn," she whined, but there was no way she could speak coherently, and maybe that's why he didn't stop, but kept screwing himself at her, trying to worm the tip of his tool into her snug constricted hole.

She'd been fucked up the ass, but only a few times. She didn't like it very much, and fortunately Tom hadn't been too enthusiastic about that brand of sex either, so they'd relegated it to the discard pile long ago. She certainly wasn't prepared to be cornholed now, not after years of blessed abstinence.

"Don't do that," Ronnie said.

"Listen, Spencer," Ted replied, "she threw herself at us, she asked for it, and she's going to get it. Where'd you find this bimbo anyway?"

"Just cool it!"

"Cool your ass!" Ted said, and he pushed hard.

Joanne screamed. Her mouth was wide open and Fred's cock pushed in and out, wildly, flailed about by her tongue. "Aaaagggghhhh!" she shouted, but by the time she'd finished her cry, she was penetrated by four inches of cock, splitting her asshole, fucking her up the shit chute.

"Oh my Goddddd!" she moaned. "Stoppppppp!"

But there was no stopping. Ted had her by the ass, and he had his cock in her, driving deeper with each beat of her frantic heart. She arched back, drawing far away from Fred's prick and she was almost upright on her knees. Ted yelped, and she knew that there must be a hell of a pressure on his rod, but he didn't stop pushing, didn't take it out of her, didn't show her the slightest mercy. He squatted slightly and got his hands around her body, squeezing her tits, pinching off the nipples with cruel gouging fingers. "Get her now," he told his brother. "Give her the old two-in-one!"

And with that, Fred came over the back of the couch. His cock was still rigid, and he stroked it affectionately as he got into position.

He sat on the couch, his legs spread wide, one of Joanne's knees planted on the cushion between his thighs.

She was moaning and whining and her face was pale with pain. Fred grabbed her leg, jerked it, slipped it across his outer thigh, and then he started to pull her down upon him.

"For Chrissake!" she moaned in despair as she settled down onto Fred and his cock began to puncture the quivering labes of her snatch. He slipped in, and then she was sitting on him, full of his cock in this hole, full of his brother's cock at her shitter. They had her in a trap, a real sandwich, she thought, one piece of tender meat trapped between two strong slices of bread.

She collapsed upon Fred as he began to fuck her pussy, and Ted was leaning over her from the rear, still working his prick as best he could, in and out of her asshole. She couldn't believe the stuffiness she felt. One cock was plunging into her, the other pulling out for a fresh stroke, constantly, without cease or letup. She could feel both dicks working in her -- it felt as if they were touching, as if they'd ripped apart whatever fleshy wall separated her asshole from her cunt, as if they were giving her one giant split through the crotch, ruining her, ripping her to pieces.

"Please," she moaned, "don't do this to me, I can't take it! I'm dying, you've torn we apart, I must be bleeding, don't, no, please!"

"Stop it, you guys!" Ronnie shouted, beating on the back of the couch. "Will you for Christ's sake fuckin' stop it?"

And then Joanne jerked bolt upright and her eyes seemed to roll over and over in their sockets. No, she thought, it isn't happening to me. It can't be. It couldn't!

But it was. Something inside her had given way, and she knew that before either of those cocks had had time to ram one mote stroke apiece into her ravished holes, she would be screaming with the force of a tremendous orgasm. She couldn't explain it, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to explain it. It was much like that session with the bath brush early this morning. She hadn't wanted to do that, even while she was doing it, and she hadn't known it would make her come so excitedly.

The way she was going to come again. Now. Now. Nowwwww!

"Ohmygoddddd!" she screamed, and she was hugging Fred tightly while he kept his cock busy in her snatch, and Ted was biting her shoulder and his cock thrust hard into her asshole and it was over. All over. She couldn't even scream. The last barrier of her decency had broken and she was a total come, a piece of moaning, creaming orgasmic tissue, her component parts breaking down and re-forming, second by second, like some kind of chemical reaction. She felt her identity shattering, her mind melting, and she knew that she was no more than a toy to them, a plaything to work off their slightly warped desires and lusts. But her own desires had been fulfilled as well and the proof of it was streaming between her legs, hot cuntal juices leaking from her slice, drenching the base of Fred's pecker, flowing like piss from her pussy. And she could only shake and tremble and twitch like a marionette with a broken string, a puppet out of control.

She was hardly aware when the two of them fired, almost at the same second. She felt the jerking stabs up her pussy and ass, but they could have been a million miles away for all Joanne knew. She was floating high above it all, soaring with the magnificent come that rocked and rolled through her stunned body.

Rape or not, she thought, this may have been just what I needed. They pulled their cocks from her wet, sticky holes, and they piled her onto the couch and she lay there moaning, trembling, reaching down to finger herself again and again. She had no shame, no self-consciousness. And, she told herself, I will never be afraid again. I've taken it all and I've made it mine. Tom Hickman, you had better watch your ass, because you are next!