Until both beggars have spilled their seed

Max didn't waste much more time to marvel at the juicy treasure in front of him. His pants already out of the way and Druuna's thighs spread wide, he searched for her pussy with his dirty, old cock and pushed straight into bullseye when he found her slit. Druuna shrieked from the brutal invasion of her lovehole. Max didn't care and hastily started to fuck her young cunt. Since he had Druuna trapped between him and the stairs, he had to support himself by pushing his straightened legs against the tiers below. That way he automatically propelled himself all the way into the girl's hot pussy. Druuna gasped with each of his thrusts, her upper teeth biting hard into her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming as per the gunman's command.

Halfway through this first ravishment, Jack, the second beggar who still held her wrists, bent forward until his face was right over hers. Even through the brutal ****, she could smell his rotten thrush. Druuna tried to avert her face, but Jack simply grapped her hair and yanked her around. "Fuckin' bitch, look at me!" he snarled and twisted Druuna's black mane. The sudden surge of pain alone sufficed to make Druuna open her eyes wide. Jack grinned at her. "Now give Daddy Jack a kiss!" Druuna just stared at the terrible pervert. With a final grin, Jack pressed his mouth on Druuna's lips and planted wet, smelling kisses on her blood smeared lips.

The old bastard held his kiss for what seemed an eternity to Druuna. She didn't dare to move at all out of fear to wake his wrath. Meanwhile Max kept pounding her pussy, until reality turned a constant blur of hurt. But even a beggars wrinkled, hot cock cannot be denied. And Druuna had always been a woman to experience lust not only from pleasure but also from embarassement and pain. When she arched her spine to struggle against the hands pinning her arms and hip, a familiar stab of excitement shot through her loins and into her tits.

Luckily, the old beggar was far from his days when he would have been able to control his swollen cock as long as he wished. Snorting and grunting, his muscles tensed and way sooner than Druuna had expected he shot his dry and barren semen into Druuna's young womb. His face a grimace of lust and exhaustion he withdrew weakly, dispersing his watery juices on Druuna's thighs and the stairs. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath, giving Druuna a much needed break. Then he cracked his lips and grinned broadly at the splayed, naked form of the girl.

"Ahh, dad was a good fuck!"

"Lol, Max. Dad was jest a small piss in da dark," Jack taunted, as he raised his head to inhale another dose of air before he ran his tongue all over Druuna's face with loud, slurping noises.

"Bah, stop plaguing da bitch wit yer ole smelly tongue," Max snapped back. "I bet ya wouldn't last da half fuck den me."

"Bugger ya." Jack let Druuna's head go and stood up on wobbly, old legs. With a leering glance at Druuna, he removed his cracked, leathery belt, opened the fly of his ragged pants and dropped them down to his shoes. Quickly he stepped out of the heap and looked down at the girl lying on the stairs in front of him. "Should I fuck her cunt or her face?"

"Whatever yer want, Jack. I still bet you'd spill faster den me."

"Dad settles it, fucker. I gunna take her cunt like you did. And den we'll see who lasts long. And who not!" Druuna watched with weary eyes as the dirty, old beggar moved between her legs and stepped down a few stairs until his manhood was level with her pusy. His cock was larger than Max' and bent upwards like a rotten banana. Jack produced his yellow row of teeth when he noticed Druuna's fearful stares. "Ya, dad's a bigass cock, slut, neh? Haven't seen a cock like that on an ole motherfucker like me? Shall I tell ya how I used to call 'im in da past?" Druuna shook her head in denial. "I named 'im Bitchslapper. As I like da noise it makes when I push 'im deep into a dirty bitch's cunt. Hahahah!"

"Stop prattling, Jack. And get fuckin' da slut!"

"Yeah, yeah. Look da bitch can't await it. She's all drooling over me massive Bitchslapper!" With that final exclamation, Jack bent forward and shoved his hard rod deep into Druuna's tight twat. He was right though, his cock was definately larger and harder than his friend's and filled Druuna out good. Druuna again bit on her lip, but this time more from keeping herself from moaning than stifling a scream of pain. In contrast to his buddy, Jack didn't start humping her gash once he had slipped inside. Instead he settled himself to find a comfortable position. His cock twitched and danced in Druuna's slit, having an unsettling effect on the ravished beauty. Suddenly Jack looked directly at Druuna's face and spit at her. "Start playing wit ya tits, dirty bitch! I wanna see ya hands all over dem massive globes as I fuck ya hard!"

With fear in her eyes, Druuna lifted her hands and ran them over her heaving globes. Much familiar with that kind of self-imposed pleasure, she grazed her big nipples with the tips of her fingers. Her nubs immediately became hard and firm. Jack grinned pleasedly. "Dad's a good bitch." Cackling into his throat, he shifted again and began to move his cock in Druuna's wet twat. To her surprise, he started at a slow, leisurely trod. Druuna realized that he once must have pleased quite a number of ladies. He definately knew his way. Using a steady rhythm, he slid his boner in and out of her increasingly throbbing pussy. Even though his ugly smell gravely disturbed her, Druuna couldn't help but forget the humiliation of being **** on the stairs like a wild animal. Instead, she began to loose herself in another expert fuck.

When Jack noticed the effect his slow strokes had on his prey, he increased his pace. Not too fast, but fast enough to fuel the fire in his own loins. In his better days, he had had a big score of good looking chicks. But since the illnesses had start to mount, and his outer appearance had decayed as fast as his fortunes, it had been tough to get to score at all, much less women even half as juicy as this cunt below. And, yeah, this slut was as good as any he had ever had. Her young body moved with luscious grace. Her globes were so hot, they could even awe a blind. And her twat, despite obviously having been fucked more than once by now, was still as warm and tight like a virgin's slit before its cherry was popped. Driven by a hunger so strong it hurt, his fucking speed doubled and his cock made sloppy noises as it drove in and out of the young woman's orifice.

By now, Druuna was lost in passion too. To her breathless amazement, the old fag had really managed to turn her on. Forgotten was the fear of getting **** and abused by a pair of teethless tramps. She roamed her hands over her swelling tits and pushed the soles of her feet hard into the stairs below to meet every thrust of the man on top. They made wet, slapping sounds when their bodies met, and their moands filled the staircase from top story to ground zero.

Jack was the first to feel his impending climax. Desperately, his hands clung to his cock. He tried to put some kind of pressure on it to prevent it from exploding before he was ready for it. Druuna noticed his efforts and pushed back at him with all of her ****. She clenched her buttocks together to increase the tension within her loins. Her hands nestled on her nipples, virtually tearing and clawing at them. Eventually her effort were rewarded, and a guttural whine escaped from her wide open mouth.

That was all that Jack was able to endure. "Oh, jeezuz, fuck, I cant' hold any longer!" His old body tensed and his nails dug sharply in Druuna's hips.

"Yes, fuck me. Take me. Give it to me, you old bastard!" Druuna shouted exstaticly. The dam broke for her too, and she bucked like a wild horse.

"Owww, shit here it comes! Shit, shit, oh god, shit! Yess!!!"

"Ouuuiihhh! Yeaaaah, fuck meee! Spill you cum in meee!" Druuna's head flailed and she panted and screamed for all it was worth.

The two of them orgasmed together. Jack snorting and pumping, squeezing the last inch of juice out of his magically rejuvenated cock. Druuna panted and twitched, making high mewing noises in between shudders of joy. Eventually, they came down from their joint climax. Druuna felt dizzy, her hands slowly ran over her sweat covered body. She needed to caress her tingling skin, ease the sensation of just another mind-blowing fuck. When Jack withdrew his still towering cock, she shuddered and moaned from disappointment.

Only vaguely she realized that Jack stepped a few stairs down, to put himself back into order. His buddy Max stood gaping at his side. Unable to avet his gaze from the stretching beauty on the stairs, and that milky white nectar cascading from her dripping wet pussy. The scene had shocked him that much, he barely noticed when Jack grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"I... I... w-wouldn't be-lieve..." he stammered, his eyes almost fallking out of their sockets. "I... how did you...?"

"Let's vanish, Max." Jack croaked. He cast a final look at the splayed figure of the naked girl. "I wish you well, slut," he whispered silently, only for her to hear. Then he stepped onto the landing and dragged his gaffing buddy around the corner into the corridor, the same moment the man with the gun lifted himself up.

Standing a few stairs above Druuna's head, he towered over her like a giant over a mouse. "Fuck, bitch. If I hadn't witnessed this, I'd never believed it. I'll be damned if I've ever seen a whore get off on an old fag like that dirty squatter scumbag like you did." Cautiously he stepped down, the muzzle of his gun always pointed directly at Druuna's face. "If I could chance it, I'd fuck you silly right here, right now. Too bad you howled like a banshee when your orgasm hit. Don't know whom you might have attracted to this rotten building."

He slipped past Druuna and stood a few steps below her. His gun was still aimed directly at her sweaty face. Druuna didn't dare to flinch nor to move. A tormenting second of fear passed by. Then he lowered his gun, moving it over her tits and finally at her wide opened legs. Druuna held her breath. Inch by inch, the silvery sparkling double-barreled end of his weapon moved closer. Its tip dipped into the still gushing rivulet between her pussy lips. Druuna shuddered, as the cold metal touched her swollen, over-excited lips. With wide open eyes, she followed the run of the gun, until its notch slipped into her wet pussy.

Druuna tensed. The man looked at her with greedy eyes. The bulge in his pants seemed to burst through the fabric. He pushed the barrel deeper inside. The notch raked across one of her most sensitive spots and Druuna moaned. Her nipples stood hard and burned. In an instant, her lust, that uncontrollable fire of desire, was back on her mind, filling her thinking with nothing but an unsatiable urge to fuck or get fucked. For a split second she managed to hold back, before she started to gyrate her hips against the gun.

That second was all it needed to break the spell. Cursing the man withdrew his shotgun, a wet, milky drop glimmering from its tip. With a semi-loud 'THUD!' the dropped his canvas back to the floor. With one hand he started to rummage through its contents, his gun always pointing at Druuna. He produced a dirty, worn piece of cloth, which once might have been a XL shirt of jeans fabric, and threw it at Druuna's direction. "Here, take that!" he snarled and waved his gun.

Druuna didn't try to push her luck. The gang ****, that had looked to become maybe her last experience in life, had turned out a pretty sensational fuck. She still had to deal with that armed man, who had handed her over to the squatters. But at least she had been granted another respite. Hastily she slipped into the shirt, glad to see, that it covered her nakedness from shoulders to thighs.

Impatiently, her captor motioned her to move. "Let's go. And no silly tricks. Listen what I say: The moment you run or scream, you get a bye kiss from Mary. On my words, I mean it."

Druuna nodded and followed the man down the stairs and out of the building.