Mom and her dog

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You think both of us can fuck her at the same time?" Joe asked, stepping out of his Levi's and getting down to the floor.

Ron had pulled her over on her side, still keeping his hard hunk of cockmeat embedded in her pussyhole.

"Sure, man, she wants cock. She's so fuckin' hot she ain't gonna complain if you fuck her in the ass while I take care of her cunt," Ron said, his speech strained as he kept feeding the girl his prick.

Traci half heard what the men were talking about. Ron had purposely taken her up to orgasm, then backed off, keeping his cock from touching her slick, rounded tit until she was calm enough to bring up to orgasm again. How wonderful this brutal fucking was now. Traci didn't mind the foul words, the pawing, even the foul sounds. They blended into some kind of powerful aphrodisiac that made her want more and more of the biker's cock. As she writhed helplessly under him, loving and yet hating the pressure of his hot cock, Traci flexed her cuntmuscles tightly, actually increasing the fucking sensations driving her half mad. Her asscheeks squeaked across the concrete floor, wet from her own sweat and cuntjuice. The flesh covering her thighs tightened each time Ron slipped her more of his cockmeat, twisting his thighs so his cock revolved in her cunt.

"God, good God!" Traci cried as Ron's hands crawled up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly under that rough caress. She loved watching him fuck her, feeling his fingers pinch her nipples while his cockmeat pounded harder and harder.

"Yeah, this is gonna be real good. Hope she can take my cock, though," Joe said, spitting on his hands and rubbing saliva all over his prick.

Only now did the girl realize what was going on. They were going to double fuck her! Traci tried pulling back, knowing Joe was going to try to pierce her asshole. No, no, that couldn't be done. Queers did that kind of thing. But they had practice, used grease or something to loosen up and get fucked.

"No!"

Joe slipped down, holding her by the horns of her hips while licking his tongue down her curling back. She shivered, feeling his slick tongue wetting her flesh, then moving down, down into her asscrack. He was licking her fleshy asscheeks, watching them flex and tighten. Joe growled, sloshing his tongue down her crack, pulling her asscheeks farther apart, moving down a little. Oh, he was licking at the wrinkled gray-pink flesh of her asshole, actually trying to stick that thing into her ass. Traci's eyes widened while she tried moving her ass away from him. No good! She was only impaling her cunt onto Ron's cock more and more.

"Gotta get it ready," Joe said, moving one hand up to her spit-slicked asshole and shoving in tile forefinger up to the second joint.

Traci screamed, her eyelids fluttering. Strange, hot flashes shot to her clit, making the tiny organ throb wildly. What on earth was happening to her? Her body was reacting powerfully to this asshole violation. Joe was reaming out her asshole, licking all around his probing finger while sucking hard. No one had ever suggested she do this. Never in the privacy of her bedroom had Traci even toyed with her asshole let alone shoved anything in it. That was why the girl was surprised when her cunt snapped tightly against Ron's fucking cock.

"Man, she's goin' for it. I didn't think she would, but she's goin' for it," Ron commented.

"Yeah, she's gonna go for it. It's gonna be real good feelin' my cock up your ass," Joe said, breathing heavily as he moved back up and pressed his knees against the backs of hers.

"No, no!"

Traci struggled, working her hands up to Ron's chest and pounding feverishly away against it. She felt the fat cock resting against her ass, then sliding down into the crack. Joe was adjusting his position, moving back a little to draw his cock perpendicular to her asshole. The girl felt the greasy, broad head pressing against her ass, pressing so hard it was forcing the protective lips apart. Traci let out another howl, jerking her head back. Tears streamed from her eyes, wetting down her flushed cheeks.

"Stop!"

No one listened to her.

"I can't take it. Stop it!"

But the men went on, Ron fucking her cunt while Joe grunted and pressed forward. The insistent pressure began to scare her. She knew she couldn't get away. There was nothing to do except ride it out, somehow take both cocks without passing out or getting hurt.

The girl squealed again, tossing her head from side to side, her long, blonde hair splashing across her face. She felt her fleshy asscheeks being pulled wider apart as Joe hunched down again. This time her ass gave way, letting the head pop through the tense ring of her muscle.

The pain was terrible. Traci thought her belly was being split apart. The young girl begged him to take it away, working her ass around in frantic circles. But both men held on, driving their cocks in deeper. Frantically, Traci hunched forward again, attempting to get away from that painful cock.

But Joe was determined.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," he hissed into her ear.

Traci was pressed up against Ron's hairy chest. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed, her nostrils flared again as that hard, horrible thing was splitting her ass in two!

"AhhhOHH!"

She screwed her eyes up, blinking away the tears as Joe started hammering away at her ass. She felt his balls swinging against her thighs while his fat cock split her ass apart.

"Relax, baby, just relax and you'll like it like I do," Joe whispered.

She kept pleading for him to stop. But the sensation of having two, sweaty, male bodies sandwiching her, their cocks reaming her out, was too great for her to deny. It was a thrill unlike any she had ever felt. Two men were actually fucking her at once! Two long pricks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body! It was incredible!

"That's it. Man, she's gettin' into it," Joe said.

"Yeah, yeah," Ron whispered.

"Good bitch, good…" Joe whispered, his voice dropping as he felt his cum bubbling up his cock.

Traci let out a low moan as his mouth covered her ear and he licked into it. She let out another sigh when she felt her ear being sucked into his mouth. When his tongue lashed down deep into the sensitive passage, she shoved back with her ass, opening her asshole all the way for his cock.

"Shit yeah, yeah…" Ron moaned.

Both pricks were hunching into her at once. She lurched forward, sinking onto the thick cock. Then, as she hunched back, Traci felt Joe's long prick push its way up her tight ass. It was a feeling she couldn't describe to anyone even years later.

"Fuck her, man," Ron grunted as he ground his hips forward until his cock was shoved up to the hilt. "Shove it to her ass! Stretch that little bitch wide open. Man, I wanna hear her beg for it!"

"Hurry, hurry," Traci begged as she felt her ass and cunt threatening to tear apart. She didn't know how much longer she could take this double fucking. It felt so good. But surely if it kept on going there had to be some damage.

"Man, oh, man uhhhhh…"

Joe suddenly groaned, his body jerking up against hers as he felt his cum bubbling up thick and rich in his cock. He held her tightly, pinching her flesh, jerking his knees against the backs of her legs while driving his cockshaft all the way in and holding it there.

Traci felt something very hot and wet spattering against her asshole lining. He was shooting in her, blowing his wad up her ass.

"Noooooo!" Traci wailed, hunching furiously back and forth.

"Yeah, baby, yeah. Good fuckin', good everything," Ron said, fitting his mouth down to hers. Their tongues speared at each other as their lips sucked together. Spit ran in streams down her throat as the two of them sucked and tongued one another. Traci felt her throat start to throb in time to her beating clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control. She was fucking and being fucked and loving every second of it.

"Now!" Ron warned as he felt his cum jetting up his cockshaft.

She grabbed Ron frantically, feeling the big biker cumming in her cunt. As his cum shot up his prick and jetted through the thick head Traci went crazy, grabbing at his face, his chest, his arms. This was wild, more wild than anything she'd ever felt with her own fingering or Don's cock.

"Yeah, shit, yeah!"

Ron's cum started shooting, burning down the center tube of his cock like burning oil. His load sprayed out, jetting into her burning pussy.

Traci cried, sobbed, coughed as tremendous orgasmic spasms shook through her pussy and sent her floating away. She wiggled between the two hairy, sweaty bodies. Her cunt jerked in time to the throbbing of her clit. The blonde teen felt more and more cum oozing from their cocks, soaking down her pussy, wetting down her ass and thighs. Her mouth and ear were still being sucked and tongued. There wasn't a virgin pore left on her body. Oh, how good it was to feel this possessed, this fucked!

They stayed like that, a nest of tangled arms and legs. Finally Ron broke away, pulling his soft cock from Traci's cunt.

"Shit, this bitch is a hot little whore. Baby, you ain't fucked much, but you sure know what you like doing," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.

"Man, she's got one hell of a tight ass. We gotta get 'er again," Joe commented, kissing her on the back of the neck.

"Gives damned good head, too," Rick added, rubbing his cock through his Levi's.

Traci lay curled in a fetal position. The high she'd been floating on disappeared, replaced by guilt and remorse. Yes, they had excited her, shown her things that had driven her wild with ecstasy. But what a price she had paid! Her self-respect had vanished, replaced by a picture of a wanton slut who would do anything to have her cunt satisfied. Traci moaned, covering her face with both hands.

"Hey, bitch, don't worry. We ain't gonna tell anyone about you. You're our little secret," Ron said, chucking her under the chin. "Now you gotta get outta here. We got a run goin' down," he said, checking his leather-banded wristwatch.

Traci pulled herself up from the floor. She examined her body – filthy, dirty, covered with grime, oil, cum and sweat! She smelled as badly as the men who had raped her!

"Don't worry, baby. The way people move around in this town ain't nobody gonna notice you. Now," Ron added, grabbing her hair and tugging it up while pushing his face close to hers. She hadn't noticed his foul breath as much as she did now. Wincing, the girl turned her face away, feeling her heart pounding. "Now don't get cute and tell anyone about what happened here, understand?"

His look was more menacing than his words. Traci felt her brain grow light and buzzy as she thought of what those men could do to her.

"No, I won't say a word," she promised in a little voice.

"Good," Ron said, dropping his hand and pushing her back onto the ground. "Now get dressed and get the fuck outta here. We know where the fuck to find you when we want to."

Traci was exhausted, her cunt dripping with cum while jizz oozed from her asshole. Somehow she managed to find the strength to dress quickly, even when Ron and the others were slapping her ass and watching as the girl stumbled. She wheeled around, her face flushed red, her briefs pulled halfway up her legs.

"Haven't you had enough?" she wailed, drawing her shorts up to her thighs, covering her tits while searching for her halter.

The men let her dress, unlocking the garage door and letting the violated teenager out.

"Remember, baby, you tell anyone about what happened and sic the cops on us and we'll find you," Ron warned, putting two fingers to his lips and raising his eyebrows.

Traci looked around her as the door slammed shut again. There was no one around. The fog was beginning to creep in, rolling like smoke over the tops of the surrounding apartments and condos. In the distance, she could hear the ocean crashing against the beach, the sound deadened by the thickening marine layer. It was so peaceful, so quiet. She couldn't believe that she had been violently raped, humiliated the way she was.

Covering her face with both hands, Traci hurried down the alley toward Emily's house. She couldn't face her mother now. No! That would be too awful. Emily would be someone she could talk to without worrying about shocking her. Yes, she had to talk to someone about those dreadful things that happened to her!

An hour later Hilda received a call from Traci's best friend.

"Of course," she said, sitting down and tapping her fingers on the telephone table. "Of course, she can spend the night there, Emily. But clothes? Oh, you have things there? Well, I guess. But can I talk to her? I see. Well, tell her to call when she gets out," Hilda said, hanging up the receiver.

Now that was odd. Why was her daughter staying over at Emily's? Something was up, she suspected. But at this point Hilda didn't want to push the issue. Strained relations between her and her daughter could break. Emily's family was respected even if the girl seemed a little too flighty at times. Hilda sighed, pushing back her hair and rising from the chair. In a way, she was glad. She began to tense whenever her daughter came rushing in through the front door, bubbling with some kind of information that was sure to upset her. At times Hilda thought Traci purposely thought up stories to annoy her. Well, there would be peace for once this evening.

"Ahhh," she sighed, picking up the newspaper television magazine and picking through it. There would be nothing better for her to do this evening than watch the tube. How dull, how lifeless her life had become, especially when her daughter wasn't around stirring things up. Hilda frowned, throwing the magazine down to the floor in annoyance. She paced the living room, one hand covering her mouth, the other nervously moving up and down her sides. Was her life going to be like this, like sitting in a blank room staring at the walls with nothing to hope for? She pressed one hand against her burning forehead. She was still young, still beautiful by most standards, still desirable. Hilda wasn't blind. She'd seen men's eyes following her as she went shopping. But no, she was too proud, too careful about what others might say about her and her daughter if she were to slip. That had happened once and Traci came out of the deal. She couldn't risk another time. Pregnant at her age? The thought was laughable!

Hilda stopped in front of the yawning fireplace and closed her eyes. Ohh, that burning itch again! It made her legs weak. The cords stood out against her neck as she opened her mouth and gulped in air. The room seemed to sway back and forth. Her cunt moved, actually moved like a tiny, frightened animal.

This had to stop. No, she wasn't going to give in as she had the last time. That awful, awful dog was around someplace. If he caught wind of her hot pussy, if he smelled her juicing cunt it would be all over. She had to have a drink, something that would calm her down. Traci wouldn't be home this evening. Alone, all alone. Somehow that thought was violently exciting. Hilda shivered, rubbing her upper arms briskly with opened palms. Yes, alone, alone with the dog.

"No!"

She shook her head violently, walking up to the open bar and grabbing onto the gin bottle. Her hands were shaking as she dropped several cubes into a tall glass, then poured two shots in. She didn't drink often. But this night Hilda guessed she'd be well plowed by the time the late news came on.

"Oh!"

The liquor felt good sliding down her throat, burning her chest and warming her belly. It seemed to take off the edge, at least temporarily. Reaching up, Hilda pulled the clasp from her hair that held the tight bun in place. It felt good having her hair come down like that, splashing over her face and shoulders. She shook it gently from side to side, leaning against the bar and taking another sip of the comforting liquor. She had thought about going to bars several times. In a city as large as Los Angeles she could surely find anonymity. But then what would she do? At her age the men were either divorced and screwed up or playing around. No, she didn't need outraged wives or crocodile tears on her shoulder. Maybe alone was the only way she'd find peace. It seemed so awful, though.

"Oh!"

Hilda's thoughts stopped. Standing in the door-way was Rex!