"Now you're gonna shut up… you're not gonna scream or say one word, or I'll let Jack shove his prick right back into your mouth," Max whispered in her ear as he remounted her in a fucking position. "And you don't want that dirty ol' thing in your mouth, do you?"

"Oh, no, please… please," Cindy said, shaking the tears from her flushed cheeks.

"Good."

Max took the sock gag completely from her head, then reached down to tug her asseheeks apart. The movement of his thumbs began doing something to her, something Cindy would never have believed possible. As he rubbed her cuntlips together, a strange kind of heat began to manifest itself. She rolled up her eyes, wrinkling her forehead as that heat turned into a kind of tightness until, gradually, her cunt began to get very warm and very moist.

"Man, she's goin' for it," Max said with satisfaction, moving his hand up and brushing the knuckles against her stiffening clit.

What was her body doing? Her mother had told her only bad girls got excited this way. Cindy knew she wasn't a bad girl. And yet the more Max was touching her back there the more he moved his fingers back and forth in her pussy now while touching her cunt, the more she wanted him to touch her.

"Nd more!" Cindy gasped. "Oh, please, please, no more, no more!"

But her pleas weren't so frantic, so desperate any longer.

"Yeah, right, right," Max said, sensing the change in the girl's attitude.

Max moved one finger back into her cunthole, stabbing it in. Slowly, very slowly, her sodden pussylips were spread apart once more. Her fleshy, fleecy cuntlips were tugged wide open.

"Man, she's got juice comin' outta her like crazy," Max said.

"Yeah, she's wantin' a fuckin' real bad now. She was screamin' down the walls, but now she's hot for us."

"No, that's not true!"