One

 

They all watched with open mouths, gathered around the slim young blonde on the bed, as Mike Collins slowly eased his big boner down into her anal opening. Few of them believed he'd be able to get the whole thing inside.

As for Laurie, she was busy elsewhere. Phil Morgan was kneeling in front of her face, sliding his own big erection back and forth through her lips. All of them could hear the wet sucking and slurping sounds as Laurie worked happily on the fat cock.

Behind her, Mike's big prick forced open the little round hole, bringing a slightly startled gasp from the blonde. He groaned himself, and there were a few gasps and sighs from the gathered boys, as the big head of the prong popped into the girl's rectum, disappearing from view.

Inch after inch followed, sliding into the round little hole between the lustrous shining round buttocks. Mike closed his eyes from time to time from the strain, pulling back a little, then pushing forward, working his thick meat into a very, very tight hole indeed.

If Laurie was feeling any pain from the slow sodomy, she didn't show it. Her sucking increased in energy and little groans and moans of obvious pleasure escaped her lips. She knelt on all fours, sucking Phil as the cock in her ass burrowed deeper.

Her breasts hung below her like a cow's udders and one of the boys was palming and squeezing a breast on either side of her. Phil was stroking and fondling her hair, running his fingers through it, pulling it from side to side as he began to rut into her face.

Mike pulled back a good four inches, then thrust forward hard, jamming the cock head deeper into the blonde girl's rectum. Laurie squealed a little, but made no effort to escape the penetration. In fact, several of the watchers thought she actually pushed back against the intruding organ.

Then Mike's cock finally pushed fully into her hole, his belly pressing against her buttocks as the watchers sighed and congratulated him. Mike gave a tight smile, then began to slowly work his cock in and out in short little jabs.

Meanwhile Phil had forced Laurie's head far back and thrust his cock head straight down her throat. Deep throating was something Laurie was used to. It was one of the main reasons for her big reputation at school. Not that she wouldn't have had one if she didn't take cocks down her throat, she was, after all, one of, if not the, biggest sluts at school.

But deep throating was a relatively new experience to the guys who got to plug her throat, and it excited them tremendously, bringing them back for more each time. As for Phil, his eyes were wide and his mouth slack as he felt her tonsils on his cock shaft. He looked ready to blow at any second.

Then Laurie's body began to jerk back and forward as Mike got into a solid rhythm in her newly opened anus. He began to stroke in and out with hard, deep, solid thrusts, working his big pecker in and out of the tight little anus as his hands grasped her hips tightly and his loins slapped against her buttocks.

It was approximately then, that Phil's mother and father appeared in the bedroom doorway, eyes even wider than Phil's. Mrs. Morgan let out a scream that sent Mike and Phil jumping away from the kneeling blonde, and caused the rest of the naked teenage boys to hide themselves with whatever became available.

Laurie did not share their embarrassment, partly because she was pissed to the gills. She staggered out of bed and over to the doorway. She swayed slightly as she confronted Mrs. Morgan, then gave her a dirty leer.

"Wanna get your pussy sucked, honey?" Laurie enquired.

It had been a mistake, in retrospect. But then Laurie had seldom really tried to conceal her sexual proclivities.

At fourteen, the people she'd been babysitting for had come home early to find her with her lips wrapped around a boy's prick. At fifteen, there'd been a nasty incident where the Principal's wife had found the two in bed together. On her sixteenth birthday, she'd been found in the closet at her own party, her skirt up and the caterer's assistant banging away at her. And at seventeen her mother had caught her in a sixty nine with her girlfriend Laurie.

So why then had things gotten so intense last week, just because Joey Morgan's parents had come home early and found Joey and her... and Phil, and Dave, and Mike, and Paul, and... a couple of guys whose names she didn't know, all naked and rolling together in a wonderful gang-bang in the Morgan's big King sized bed?

It wasn't like it was her fault. He was the one who'd suggested the bed. He was the one who'd surprised her with half the school football team too, when all she'd anticipated was the two of them. Why was it people took sex so seriously anyway?

Her parents had been as angry about her propositioning Mrs. Morgan as they'd been about the gang bang, and had accused their daughter of lacking even the most basic control of her actions. Maybe that had been the camel that broke the straw... or was it the straw that... whatever. The result was that she was on her way out west.

She gazed glumly out the window of the train as the long, unbroken fields of wheat they were passing by. She sighed heavily and shook her head. Iowa. What on earth did she do to deserve being shipped away from home anyway? So she'd offered to suck some old crone's pussy. So what? What was wrong with that? She'd sucked lots of pussy in her life, after all.

Laurie was a diagnosed nymphomaniac, and had been for years. It was a very bad case, and there was nothing she or anyone else had been able to do to discourage her rabid sexual appetite. She liked sex. No, she loved sex, adored sex, worshipped sex. Nothing in the world was more important than sex to her.

Her parents didn't understand this. To them sex was a private, discrete, careful application of the love between two monogamous people in love. Laurie didn't think that way. To her, sex was the absolute fulfilment of life.

She was highly orgasmic, more so than any other person her Psychiatrist had ever heard of. In fact, he'd been astonished at the sensitivity of her sex organs. She'd actually climaxed right before his eyes, simply by squeezing her thighs together for a couple of minutes.

Her breasts were also immensely sensitive, especially her nipples. She could cum just by squeezing her nipples, and had many times. To go with her heightened sensitivity was a mind that became electrified with the very notion of sex. She had only to see a picture of a naked man or woman and her sex would begin to ooze.

Why, if a complete stranger were to catch her out on the streets and begin to rudely fondle her fully clothed body, she would be unable to resist him because of the waves of lust and desire that would overawe her mind. She would be helpless to his every wish and would allow him to use her body without hindrance, and she would cum and cum and cum. That was how bad she was.

It wasn't her fault, she thought sadly. How many lovers had she had anyway? She couldn't begin to remember them all. Men and boys, women and girls of all ages, shapes and races had taken her.

Every day started with masturbation. Usually she would come four or five times in the ten minutes or so she spent on the routine. Then she would get up and go to the shower, where the sight of her naked form would so excite her that several more masturbatory sessions would ensue before she was cleaned, dried, and clothed.

She would arrive early at her community college and find one of her many lovers. Then, the two of them would find somewhere private and she would fuck him, or her before classes started. She would also fuck her lovers during class changes, at lunch, and after school. And, if she didn't happen to be grounded on that day, she would fuck other lovers that afternoon and evening as she hung around with various groups of friends.

If she had a date, of course she and he would have as much high intensity fucking as he could manage. Then she would go home and change into the soft loose clothing she wore around the house, the clothing that allowed her to easily slip her hands down her pants and into her blouse to masturbate every so often during the evening.

Before going to bed, she would masturbate several times. That was absolutely necessary, for if she didn't, her hand would keep straying to her crotch and every touch would bring a hot desire to her body. She would use the big dildo and vibrator she'd bought through the mail at these times, and if she had time, would cum eight or nine times before finally rolling over exhausted, and going to sleep.

It was not just that she had easy, multiple orgasms either. It was also the force and length of her orgasms. She'd talked to other girls, and doctors. From what she could determine, her orgasms lasted anywhere from five to ten times longer than most women's, and were easily two or three times more powerful.

Small wonder then that discipline and treatment had afforded scant improvement on her wanton ways. This trip was a last, desperate resort. She was headed to some kind of medical centre in the middle of nowhere. She was going to be admitted for testing and "behavioural therapy".

She didn't know why her parents thought this place would be able to "cure" her. She didn't think it would. If she did, she'd have jumped the train hours ago. The last thing she wanted was to be cured. Maybe they were just tired of being embarrassed and wanted her gone.

The Markland Behavioural clinic was a long, low building in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by a tall chain link fence topped by barbed wire. A man wearing a white uniform had met her at the station, then driven her here, all without saying more than a couple of words to her.

"Miss Stewart? Come this way."

She got up off the chair and followed the nurse down a hallway to a closed door. The nurse pressed a buzzer and the door opened. There was another hallway behind the door. Laurie followed the nurse down it to a large steel door. Again the nurse buzzed, glancing up as she did. Laurie looked up too and saw a camera there. The door opened and she followed the nurse through.

They continued through several more locked doors until the nurse led Laurie to a final door, there she was turned over to another nurse, this one big and square jawed, with a cigar between her lips. She glared at Laurie, as if she were dirt, then pulled her into a small bare room. There were no windows in the room. All four walls held cabinets and counters. There was a shower in one corner and an examination table in the middle.

"Take off your clothes," the nurse said.

Laurie had no shame about her body. She shrugged and slid off her sweater, then pulled her t-shirt up and tossed it onto a chair with the sweater. She skimmed off her jeans, then kicked her shoes and socks away to stand there in bra and panties.

Those followed soon after and she stood there in the nude, shivering a little in the cold air. The nurse moved over against one wall and Laurie followed.

"Stand against the wall," the nurse said.

"Arms at your side, back straight."

The woman moved behind a camera on a tripod and fiddled with it. She turned on a bright light and played with the camera again. Then there were a series of clicks from the camera.

"Turn to your right."

Laurie did and there were more clicks.

"Turn to your right. Face the wall."

Again there were more clicks. Laurie wondered irreverently, whether she'd wind up in a porno magazine. And why not, she thought. She had a nice body, a lot of guys thought she was pretty close to a ten. She was almost five and a half feet tall, her body sun bronzed and firm, a trifle thin, but lush nevertheless.

Her breasts were high and round and overly large for her slender body, with two little pink nipples that grew to hard, inch long points when she was excited, which was often. Her long brown hair, hung around her head, flowed past her shoulders and half covered her back. It was thick and silky and guys loved to run their fingers through it, or jerk off with it wrapped around their cocks.

After the pictures, the nurse took a blood sample, then a urine sample, then ordered Laurie under the shower.

The shower had two walls but no door. Laurie got under and was deluged with water. Then the water stopped.

"Come out here."

She stepped out, dripping wet, and the nurse turned her around and began rubbing soap on her back.

"I can wash myself." she protested, starting to get a little surprised.

"You do as you're told and nothing else," the woman said, continuing to scrub her back.

Then her hands applied soap to Laurie's head, then sides. She turned Laurie around and began to scrub her chest. Her big hands moved carelessly over Laurie's breasts, mashing and compressing the malleable meat as she scrubbed them up.

It was an indication of just how much of a nympho Laurie was that she began to get excited. The nurse was easily twenty five years older than her and very very far from being attractive. She was about six feet tall and probably weighed two hundred pounds. Her hair was short and drawn back in a tight bun. Her actions were entirely clinical without any kind of sexual nature.

Still, Laurie's breasts swelled up like they'd been pumped with air. Her nipples hardened and pushed out into the woman's hands and her pussy began to burn with hunger. The nurse ignored all of it, scrubbing her soapy hands down over Laurie's belly and then twisting her around and scrubbing up her bottom.

Laurie slid her legs apart, bending slightly forward to push her bottom out at the nurse, hoping the woman would scrub especially hard at her pussy mound.

"Spread your legs further."

Laurie smiled to herself and spread her legs well apart, leaning even further forward.

Then the woman's knee slammed up into her mound with savage force, actually throwing Laurie a few inches into the air before she came crashing forward onto her belly on the floor. Nausea and pain gripped her body as she clutched at her pussy mound and moaned sickly.