The Group Bangers: Extreme Taboo Erotica E-Book

Sasha Jacobs

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

Laura thought for a moment the boy intended to spew his seed in her vagina. Laura prayed he would. She was clenching her anal muscles tight, drawing up like some old maid about to be raped. She was conscious of the hot penis moving in and out of her cunt. For a moment the sensations seemed almost pleasurable.
"Now that I've greased my prick . . ." Joey giggled, "it's time to get down to business!"
Joey withdrew his aching cock. He touched its head to the warm buttocks. All of a sudden Joey thrust like Achilles in battle. He rammed his prong with all of his strength. The tight anus split open like a damn that could not contain the water within.
"YEOW — god — owwww! No — you're killing me. No — ooo. STOP. Oh - nooo!"
Laura could not escape the raging animal that assaulted her like some hot poker being rammed into her butt. Laura had read somewhere the Isabel of France had murdered her husband, Edward II, of France, in a similar style. She had even read somewhere that the Chinese put hollow bamboo poles up their prisoners rectums before passing a hot wire through to puncture the intestines. The result was instant death. At that moment Laura gripped the edge of the table and bit down into the sheet under her chin. She felt close to death as the pain became too much to bear. Laura screamed so loud she could not hear herself cry! She felt her anus being split open. Then she felt blood pouring from her gaping wound. She felt the angry prick moving in and out in long hard strokes. Finally when she could tolerate the pain no longer she felt his cock spew.
Joey traded places with Jasper, moving to the back of the building as he zipped up his pants. Jasper approached while unleashing his own animal. His red prick stood up like some explosive warhead.
"Let me under her . . ." Jasper gasped, as Ryan moved his own penis to her buttocks. "She can gobble my balls while I eat her cunt. At the same time Ryan can pump it in her ass. Let her have it good — baby! She may not have an opportunity for a thrill like this again as long as she lives. Let's give her a thrill to remember."

Leseprobe

The Group Bangers

Sasha Jacobs

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

Pert and attractive Laura Henderson, the natural blond wife of an aspiring and talented young attorney had no idea that on the night of August 18, 1969 she would live to experience the most brazenly bizarre chain of events of her entire life. Nor did Laura realize then, as she placed two baskets of soiled clothes in the back seat of her car, that that particular night would be any different from any other evening she had spent at the laundromat. Generally Laura drove the half mile to the laundromat during the daytime. But her husband had just called and said he was scheduled to take a trip out of town to Atlanta, Georgia the following morning. So hastily Laura made her way to the nearby laundromat at a much later hour than usual.

Laura's youthful husband, Paul, was engaged in intimate conversation with a client during dinner at the Oak Hills Country Club. Laura had turned down an invitation to join. Because of sharp abdominal cramps and a headache Laura had felt more like staying home. Then she got the phone call saying that Paul would be leaving town in the morning. Naturally he would need clean clothes for the trip.

As Laura sped down the slippery wet highway at a rate of acceleration that was hazardous considering the road conditions, four boys, in tattered dirty blue jeans, battered sandals, and ragged shirts sought shelter from the driving rain inside the unoccupied laundromat.

There was little that would distinguish one boy from the other. The ragged youths were approximately eighteen years old. Their hair was long and stringy, unkempt to the extreme. One of the boys sported a tattered leather vest on the back of which was scrawled "Ryan's Raiders" in bold black letters. The youths seemed to have no method of transportation other than the sandals which adorned their dirty feet. All of the youths were collectively passing a homemade cigarette from mouth to mouth as they pushed open the heavy glass door to the empty laundromat.