by Max Sharkey
“Ohhhh, good God! That… that feels terrible!” she yelped. She whimpered and wept hard, feeling completely frustrated, unable to escape the crude whip handle as it raked across her cunt. Her clit twitched in response to the grotesque caress. Pussy-juice began to chum about in her cunt and rim down her thighs.
The two boys looked down at her cunt and smiled as they watched her pussy become slick with slippery pussy-nectar.
Johnny slid the whip handle between Sally’s juicy cunt-lips, but it was too thick to penetrate her pussy. Her cunt-lips folded inward, into her cunt channel. Frustrated, Johnny pulled the whip handle out of her cunt. “Shit! It’s too fucking big for her twat, Billy,” he said with a tinge of exasperation in his voice.
“We can do it,” Billy replied, undaunted. “Let me help.” He reached down and gripped the folds of her outer pussy-lips, pulling them out, stretching her cunt-lips to the absolute limit. “Now try it. Shove that whip handle in her fucking pussy now. As long as I keep her cunt-lips out of the way, it’ll go in. I bet it does.”
“Here goes,” Johnny said. He slid the whip handle between her pussy-lips, which glistened with cunt-juice. The whip handle was thick and it was a tight fit, but Johnny managed to shove it into the entrance to her tight cunt. “Hey, I think this is gonna work,” he said, beaming with joy. Johnny was grinning from ear to ear, and he seemed to take some sort of perverse pride in this crude manner of abusing the girl’s pussy.
“Stop it! Please! I beg of you!” Sally shrieked as she felt the whip handle slicing inch-by-inch into her hot pussy. “I hate you, you bastard! You sick, perverted bastards! To hell with both of you! You’ll pay for this!”
“Fuck you, Sally. You can’t do shit. You, can’t prove nothing against us. Me and Johnny are the only witnesses here, and we’re not about to rat on ourselves, you fucking idiot. You’d better just shut your fucking mouth. Just grin and bear it, bitch!” Billy bellowed. He shot her a mean look.
If looks could kill. Sally thought, she would be dead right now. Billy didn’t take kindly to threats. Hell, she was bound helplessly to the bedposts, the thick butt of a whip being shoved up her cunt. She could complain all she wanted, but it wouldn’t do her a damned bit of good. Not now!
Johnny worked the whip handle deeper and deeper into Sally’s cunt. The leather whip handle reamed along her tight cunt-walls which clenched automatically, holding the leather whip handle tightly in her cunt. She tried to relax the muscles in her pussy so that the pain would not be so intense, but it was impossible. Her pussy was being brutally reamed out.
“Shit, this is great!” Johnny enthused. “Should I shove it in deeper?”
“You bet! Her cunt can take it, and tough shit if it can’t!” Billy replied nastily. “Pump that whip handle in and out of her cunt.”
Johnny followed his brother’s instructions, slamming away at her cunt, shoving the thick, leather whip handle into the heated depths of Sally’s tortured pussy.
“Aaaaaeeee!” she wailed as she felt her cunt being reamed out. The pain was almost unbearable. She nearly blacked out as she writhed about. Her wrists and ankles were chafed and sore from the ropes which dug ruthlessly into her flesh. Whenever she turned and twisted. She was drowning in a sea of pain and degradation. The indignity of it all – being fucked by the butt end of a whip! But her screams of protest and agony only seemed to turn the boys on. They had vicious looks pasted to their faces as they tortured her, thrusting the whip handle deep into her cunt.
Her pussy felt like it was burning up. She bucked and writhed about on the bed, straining uselessly at her bonds, screeching with pain and frustration.
Johnny roughly pulled the whip handle out of her cunt and hold it in the air above her. He twirled the whip handle in the light and Sally could see that it was covered with slippery cunt-juice.
Billy grabbed the whip out of Johnny’s hand and plunged the glistening butt of the whip into Sally’s mouth, laughing sadistically as he twirled the whip handle around in her mouth, forcing her to taste and slurp down her own curds of pussy-juice. It was a distasteful task, but she did it. She had no choice in the matter.
Billy yanked the whip handle out of her mouth, nearly pulling out her front teeth. He flung it aside and shook his head with disgust.
“You look like a bag of shit, Sally. Christ, I don’t even know if my brother even wants to fuck you now,” Billy said cruelly.
Sally looked past Billy and saw Johnny’s cock standing out proudly from his waist. His cock was stiff and hard, his cock-knob twitching with sexual desire. Johnny wanted to fuck her all right. There was no question about that. There was an unmistakable look of wicked lust on his handsome face. He stepped forward, holding his prick in his fist, jacking off and getting his cock ready to fuck the tortured young girl.
She screamed as he came at her, ready to give her a hard fucking.
3
Johnny was on her in a second, his fingers probing into her, urging cunt-juice from her pussy in hot floods of viscous fluid. He mounted her, slipping his cock-knob between the glistening, pink folds of her twat. Her pussy-lips parted allowing the penetration of his cock into her cunt. A stream of hot, cunt-nectar leaked down the inside of one thigh. Her pussy was wet enough, and his cock slid into her pussy-channel with ease.
“Uh! Uh! Oh, yeah! Tight cunt! Gonna fuck you silly, you bitch!” Johnny snorted, his nostrils flared, his prick throbbing with desire as his lengthy cock-shaft prodded into her hot cunt. He fidgeted into position atop her spread eagle young body, the balls of his feet pressed hard against the baseboard of the four poster bed, giving him extra leverage when he plunged forward, stuffing her juicy cunt with his raging hard prick. “Unnnhhhhh! Love it! Love your cunt, Sally! Shit! Fucking son of a bitch! Unnnhhhh!”
There was a wet and juicy sound as his prick began to burrow its way deep into her hot cunt. His cock-knob inched its way farther and farther along her cunt-channel, raking pleasure from her rippling cunt-walls. Her pussy-walls spasmed in response to the heated sensations given off by Johnny’s rubbing prick.
“Ohhhhhhh, Jesus! I… I don’t understand,” Sally stammered weakly. She was beginning to get turned on in a big way by the fucking. Johnny’s prick did feel great. There was no denying the warm, tingling sensations that pulsated in her pussy whenever his cock reamed hard through her cunt-channel. Her cunt-muscles tightened around the circumference of his throbbing prick, clamping down, squeezing his cock-shaft tightly in the grip of her clenching vise-like cunt. She moaned again, the sensations becoming more and more intense with every powerful cock-thrust.
She felt somewhat ashamed of herself for behaving in such a wanton and lascivious manner, responding joyously to his crude fucking. After all, it wasn’t as though she were enjoying it, she thought. Or at least, she shouldn’t be enjoying it. She was being brutally, crudely raped. Johnny and his brother Billy had methodically abused and degraded and humiliated her, and she wasn’t even in a position to fight back. She was bound to the bed posts in her own bedroom. Johnny was raping her pussy, pounding and slamming his hard prick into her cunt as she writhed, about, hopelessly bound and spread, powerless to resist.
But, she thought, did she want to resist? Somehow, her sexual excitement began to build rapidly. Her pussy was fevered, burning, itching with lewd desire, demanding satisfaction. “Ohhhh, Johnny,” she cooed, bucking beneath his hardy cock-thrusts, her hips moving seductively from side to side as her mind spun erotic images of pure, unadulterated sex.
“Yeah, uh! I… I knew you’d… like it once I started fucking you. You little whore. Shit! You’re going crazy! Uh!” He groaned and grunted as he raped her ripe young cunt, his prick slicing and hammering hard and fast into her pussy, giving an erotic massage to her pussy-walls. Her cunt-channel was clamped dawn tightly, holding his prick captive in her tight, constricted twat. His cock was burning with wicked desire. He loved to fuck, but it was even more thrilling to rape Sally, especially when she wa
s spread-eagled and tied up. Johnny savored the feeling of power that he held over the helpless young girl. He was totally in control of the situation, and that was precisely the way that he wanted it. He also got off on shouting lewd curses at Sally, verbally abusing the girl. “Yeah, you fucking whore! You love it! You love to fuck! And you love my cock!”
Her cunt seething with passion, rippling and seeping pussy-juice in torrents, Sally lost all control. She writhed and twisted about on the bed, riding on the crest of passion as wave after wave of thrilling erotic sensations broke about her, spilling her into an ocean of unbridled, helter-skelter sex.
“Aaaahhhh! Ohhhh, God! It… it’s terrific!” she groaned. “Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me harder! Fuck me!” She tossed her red hair from side to side, whipping the bed sheets with her sweat-dampened curls. Sally’s hitherto secret and well-hidden passions were coming to the fore. She really did love the fucking. Her body quivered and shook violently, her naked flesh crawling with goose-bumps as tingling sensations of lust shot through her veins. The, thrilling sexual pleasure throbbed through her hot cunt, which spasmed and rippled, her cunt-walls twitching, wet and juicy with pussy-oils that flowed freely out of her twat. She arched her back and bucked, timing her movements perfectly, so that her pussy ground into Johnny’s crotch, meeting his powerful cock-thrusts into her tight, seething cunt. Lewd sucking and sloshing noises came from the erotic coupling of his prick and her cunt, filling her ears with sounds of forbidden sex. Sally felt like she was going crazy. She lost all composure, all sense of decency and propriety.
Johnny was sweating profusely, drops of sweat spilling off of his forehead and landing on her tits, running down her beautiful, up-thrust globes of tit-flesh in thin rivulets. He looked down at her lovely tits, eyeing her succulent, pointed nipples. Her tits were so enticing. He bent down and sucked one of her nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling over her sensitive tit-button.
“Unnhhh! Ohhhh, Johnny!” Sally gasped, her pussy throbbing with sexual delight, her orgasm beginning to creep up in her tight, well fucked twat. She was acting like a wanton bitch. She knew that. But, now it didn’t matter.
She just wanted to keep fucking. Bucking and twisting and turning as much as her tight, restrictive bonds permitted, Sally writhed in ecstasy, savoring the perverse sexual thrills which shot through her body. Johnny sucked hard on her tit and she gasped with delight. Then, without warning, he bit down on her nipple, pinching her nipple between his sharp teeth. She yelped, but the sound that she made was one of pleasure mixed with pain. It hurt, but it also felt sensuous to have her nipple cruelly bitten by the boy as he continued to fuck her, his prick stabbing like a knife into her hot, dripping cunt. His cock-shaft tore into her juicy pussy, burrowing deeply into her steaming cunt, drawing obscene sexual pleasure from her rippling twat-walls which clenched his prick, holding his lengthy cock-shaft captive in her boiling pussy.
“Yeah, you got her going now, Johnny! Fuck that bitch! Give her pussy a heavy workout! She’s going for it, the little slut!” Billy shouted words of goading encouragement to his brother. “Fuck her hard, Johnny! Fuck her hard!”
“Uh! Aaahhh! Fuck you, you slut!” Johnny rasped as he fucked her with staccato-like motions, hammering his prick deep into her hot and tight cunt, slamming his hips forward to ram his cock between her glistening pussy-lips shining with gleaming cunt-juice. Her pussy was well lubricated with pussy-oils, making sloshing and sucking sounds whenever his prick sliced into her cunt. Billy was in a frenzy, his mind spinning with wondrous sensations that set him on fire with passion. He was really into the fucking, his hips working almost automatically, swiveling and thrusting forward, impaling the young girl’s pussy channel with the throbbing shaft of his mighty prick. “Unnnhhhh! Nice hot cunt! Tight little pussy, just right for my big prick!”
Suddenly, Sally no longer minded hearing such lewd and repulsive statements. In fact, she was getting off on hearing Johnny speak to her so crudely. She felt like a whore, a slut, a cunt-made to order for fucking. She was lost, being burned by the heat of her own desire, falling into a vicious sexual trap, falling head over heels, end over end, to crash in a pit of unbridled passion. She was being used in a most brutal manner. She knew that. But she would worry about it later. Right now, she only wanted the pleasure to continue.
Her pussy was spasming with erode delight. She felt like a sensual animal, and she didn’t care what anyone thought about it. She was bound and determined to derive sexual satisfaction from the raping of her young cunt, no matter what the cost. Clenching her cunt-muscles as tightly as possible, she clamped her twat down on his raging hard prick as it sliced in and out of her cunt. Her pussy was dripping with pussy-juice, which strewed down her tight cunt walls and trickled out of her twit, slipping down her suntanned thighs. She could her the slurp, tight suction as Johnny’s hard puck pushed into her pussy, raping past her swollen pink pussy-lips, sliding across her rippling cunt-walls, which were constricted and clenching down on his cock.
“Aaahhh!” she yelled passionately, her lust taking over. She no longer even tried to control her emotions. Her mind was totally twisted, absorbed with the chilling and tingling sensations that coursed through her wild-fucked cunt. Bucking mightily, she rowed her hips, meeting his powerful cock-thrusts into her pussy. She felt her orgasm building up in her cunt, being made ready for the final denouement, the fantastic moment when she would climax. Her orgasm would be upon her soon. She could feel it happening as Johnny’s prick stirred up her cunt-oils. His prick impaled her, raking across the linings of her pussy. And as much as she hated to admit it, she loved every second of the fucking.
“Unnhhh! Unnhhh! I-I’m gonna come, bitch!” Johnny snorted. He slammed forward again and again, his throbbing prick pounding into her cunt. He fucked her with all of his might, filling her pussy with his rock-hard pricks.
“Yes! Me too! I-I’m gonna… I can feel it… too much… love your prick!” she moaned ecstatically, knowing that her words made no sense. She was so caught up in the passion of the moment that she was unable to think straight. It didn’t matter, though. Her cunt was burning up, inflamed with lust and sexual joy, quivering with passionate delight. His prick raped into her pussy and felt like a dozen tiny claws ripping through her. She moaned, emitting a weird guttural sound. Her eyes fluttered and shut tight. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her cunt-muscles clenched.
She was weak from the fucking, her strength sapped as she used up all of her energy, bucking and writhing beneath Johnny’s brutal and relentless cock-thrusts. His prick gouged into her cunt, and she luxuriated in the luxurious sensations that filled her pussy. She gritted her teeth as temblors of heated sensuality shook her. She felt wonderful, so much alive, vibrant and full of youthful vitality. She arched her back and rotated her hips as the force of his prick drove deep into her hot cunt. Her head slammed from side to side, beating down on the bed, her hair whipping and flailing about. Her hips lurched, and all of a sudden her orgasm was upon her. It happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that she wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the lightning bolt that struck her pussy and shot to her befuddled brain.
“Aaahhh!” she yelled, her passion boiling over, her mind in a daze, her body out of control, writhing and jerking about. Her cunt quivered, sending wild shudders of delight rushing through her hot and dripping pussy. Thick curds of cunt-butter discharged from the depths of her pussy as she came. Her climax hit her hard. For a brief, but delicious and wondrous moment, Sally forgot who she was and where she was. She saw stars before her wide-open eyes. She wailed low and long, an ear-piercing scream which split the air above her. She hovered for a moment on the edge of a lusty precipice. “Aaaahhhh!” she shrieked as she fell over the edge and into the abyss. She felt disengaged from her body, and it seemed as though someone else were making the strange, gurgling and choking sounds that she heard.
An instant later, Johnny came. He lurched forward, his prick buried balls-deep in her turgid pus
sy. His prick thumped hard into her seething, slick twat. He shuddered as he shot his thick, hot load of jism deep into her cunt. “Aaahhh!” he panted as he came. He nibbled hungrily at the nape of her neck, biting and sucking on her neck as he shot his wad of jism into her pussy. Bucking and thrusting forward with wild abandon, he deposited his jism into her pussy-channel. He vowed obscenely, his cock-thrusts slowing as he spent his load.
She felt his cum mixing with her pussy-oils, forming a mushy, gooey brew in her boiling caldron of a cunt. The smell of sex was in the air and she breathed it in eagerly, savoring the pungent aroma. Her belly heaved as she gave, wanting more fucking. She wanted to come again. But much to her dismay, it was over. Johnny had spent his load. He was finished with her. He rolled off of her naked body and stood up, his prick oozing jism.
“That was all right!” Johnny gasped. He walked forward on trembling legs, standing above her. Gripping his half-hard, dripping prick in his fist, he wagged his cock before her eyes. Johnny grinned lasciviously at her. He shrugged and bent down over her, wiping his drooling cock-slit on her tits.
“Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Billy said. “This bitch has had it! Ha! Ha! Ha!” His laugh was mean and nasty.
Johnny turned to face Sally again. “Thanks, slut,” he said cruelly. “Thanks for the use of your cunt.” He laughed sadistically. Then, he turned to leave.
“What about me?” Sally shouted anxiously. “You’re not gonna leave me tied up like this, are you?”
Billy moved forward and untied one of her wrists.
She was relieved to know that she would be freed from her bonds. “Thanks,” she whimpered pathetically.
Billy turned to leave. His brother was already at the front door, unbolting it. “You can figure out a way to untie the other knots. Good luck,” Billy said. He waved at her, grinning broadly as he left the beach cottage.