Ch. 3 -- New Friends Join the Party
GARY
"Uuuuuu..."
The pretty-boy was groaning, but judging by the sound of it, it wasn't entirely from pain. Laying on the floor with his girlfriend humping his cock, the poor guy couldn't hide his obvious lust. Sure, he was in a horrific situation and his girlfriend was about to get raped -- but he was still a male and his instincts were the same as any male's.
I was just glad I was behind my bar to safely observe the action. Unlike a certain group of tourists, I hadn't decided to fuck with the wrong people. I felt sorry for the young couple, but only a little: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Tourists should walk on eggshells when they don't know shit about the place they're visiting.
"Hey Gary, can we get another round?" My waitress had called in sick for the night. That was probably for the best. I filled another round of beer steins and carried them over to a nearby table with five horny truckers. On my way there, I passed petite babe pumping her body up and down her stricken boyfriend's shaft. I had a good look at her from behind. The scene was disturbing but hot. I couldn't help but stare for a moment at the tight seal of her cunt lips descending down her beaten boyfriend's dick until his entire shaft lay nestled in her soft folds.
Lem was still directing the action. He loomed over her and bellowed at her.
"Fuck HARDER, bitch. Hump that cock like you love him, whore!"
Petite babe spread her hands out along her boyfriend's chest for better leverage and smacked her body down harder onto his cock. She impaled herself with a fast and brutal cadence while the truckers catcalled, jeered, and whistled their approval. Meanwhile, I could see the boyfriend's unforgettable face. Despite the desperate wheezes coming from between his lips, you could see it in his eyes.
Lust. He was trapped in the throes lust.
His girlfriend's tight snatch must have been coaxing sensations along every inch of his cock. Those eyes of his stared at her with an agonized and shame-filled arousal. Unconsciously or not, he had even slipped his hands up to grip his girl's waist. I had to believe that the agony of his predicament must have been losing the battle to all that seed churning in his nut sac. No doubt about it -- that boy wanted and needed to come something fierce.
"Hurry up. Your fuck-show is getting tiresome," Lem growled, slapping her across the tits.
She flinched but kept on pumping her pussy. Now I had a frontal view of her as I walked back toward the front of the bar. The slender brunette had a perfectly shaved cunt, unlike her older sister. Her C-cup breasts jiggled as Lem's hand swatted at them again. She yelped but kept on fucking.
"Not bad, slut. But you know what, I'm tired of just watching and I bet I'm not the only one." Lem began to strip, joining Rex in going au naturel.
At the same time, he called over to the truckers. "You want in on this action, gentlemen? I think this whore and her boyfriend look dirty. They both need a bath. A sticky one, I think."
The truckers eagerly bolted from their seats and hustled over. The grizzled, musclebound men immediately dropped their pants and began jerking to the sight of petite babe's continued impalements. The brunette looked up with horror and revulsion at the half-circle of cocks pointed at her. They were all hard and fully engorged. The truckers kept wanking off in time to her fuck-show. My cock stiffened in anticipation of the impending cum bath.
All I knew for sure was that Lem was a cruel son of a bitch, and he was just getting started.
I leaned on the bar and watched. In the background, the blonde's loud groans and cries for mercy while Rex kept ass-raping her was definitely distracting, but I tried to tune it out. I sensed it -- that helpless and pathetic excuse for a boyfriend was getting close to coming. And if he didn't soon, well, those truckers were about to give the two lovers a shower of "love."
"Can we get in on this?" Two more patrons who had been sitting at one of the smaller tables now came up to Lem. Lem grunted and nodded. Those two were local car mechanics. I recognized them. Jeb and Grayson. Jeb was a young kid just out of high school and Grayson was a mentor to him of sorts. Old as time, he had a long, gray-white beard. The two looked like grandfather and grandson. Now both grease monkeys lowered their overalls and began jerking off. The circle of seven eager cocks kept getting pumped tightly by the fists of their owners, all pointed at petite babe and her boyfriend.
"UUuuuuuuu!!!! UUUU!!!" The boyfriend was groaning more plaintively now. He was very fucking close. The entire bar -- at least the entire bar not preoccupied with the ass-rape across the way -- could sense it.
It was a race to see who would come first -- the boyfriend, or the circle of cocks now surrounding the furious coupling in progress. Like a firing squad, all those stiff cocks stayed aimed at their naked victims. Petite babe's sexy ass was bouncing violently now. The little smacking sounds of her pussy sheathing her pretty-boy's shaft now echoed through the bar.
"CUM on that bitch!" someone shouted.
