THE PRIZE by Sean O'Kane Read Free Book Online Page B

commented as he began to thrust and withdraw. She groaned as he drove in to the hilt and the grip on her neck was released. She turned her head and saw another erect cock swaying just beside her face. It was one which had already been sunk into her as the tempting purple helm and the red, vein-knotted shaft were glistening with her juices and its own spend. Ayesha twisted her torso and while she was jerked back and forth by the pummelling she was taking in her rear, she managed to get her mouth over the smooth dome and begin to lick up the pungent tasting discharge. There was laughter and some cheers as she signalled her intention to resume full participation in the proceedings. Male hands grabbed her hands and guided them to still more rampantly erect cocks even as she ducked her head almost down into the man's pubic hair and she felt the shaft in her mouth swell and harden even more in preparation for its climax.
    Behind her she heard the man who was shafting her rectum give a roar of delight and she felt him begin to pump. But she was more concerned to get the full taste of the man who was beginning to erupt in her mouth. She pulled off him a little way to give herself room to retain some of his sperm on her tongue and savour it fully before swallowing. The mews of pleasure she gave out around the pumping and jerking cock drew fresh laughter from the men awaiting their turns but she was past caring and simply tried to hold as much sperm as she could in her mouth so that when the cock was finally pulled clear of her lips, all the men could see how reluctant she was to lose a drop of his issue.
    "Come on, you whore," one man said. "Let's see how much you've got in there!"
    Realising that there was going to be no shortage of sperm in the immediate future, Ayesha sacrificed swallowing that load and instead made a show of sensuously pursing her lips and pushing with her tongue so that she made the thick, milky fluid ooze out.
    The show spurred the men on, the cocks in her hands began to pump, splashes of their come landing on her shoulders and back. Someone new rammed themselves into her back passage while her head was dragged round further and another thick shaft drove in for her throat. That time she was allowed to swallow, and the next, and the one after that.
    Ayesha sank into a kind of trance as she was pulled this way and that to present her various passages for the use of whoever wanted them. Her vagina became completely numb, her anus stung and burned terribly as it was stretched wide again and again under the repeated assaults. Her jaws ached from being constantly open to suck on one cock after another and even her wrists ached from masturbating so many men. Vaguely she was aware that her face, her back, her thighs, her breasts were slick and soaked with sperm. She had never had so much of the stuff and though she knew she should have been disgusted, furious, humiliated somehow she couldn't be. She had come several times to start with but then she had gone into some kind of autopilot and experienced intense pleasure which bordered on orgasm but which didn't quite tip over into full-blown climax.
    Eventually there came a time when the demands began to slow, there were periods when she could cry out in response to another cock slipping up into her squelching tunnel because no one wanted her mouth for a moment. Her hands were not required and at last no one was mauling her breasts any more. Then there came a time when no one thrust themselves between her spread legs and she found herself lying, panting and filthy on the floor. The men had donned their robes again and were calmly watching the television, ignoring her completely. She felt something dig into her ribs and turned her head to see Mahmut standing over her.
    "Get up," he ordered simply.
    Groggily she clambered up and looked down at herself. She was simply caked in sperm and even her hair was matted with it.
    "I get you cleaned up now," Mahmut told her and absurdly