Most people believe that the agony of sexual frustration belongs only to those who have been married for many, many years. According to such opinion the young have all the fun.
But that's not always the case, as this well-written and excitingly graphic novel demonstrates. For here, author John Wilson paints a convincing picture of frustration in the lives of young people.
A recently married couple suffers the torment of inhibition, the anguish of unspoken and unvanquished desire!
The results, though, are much different than one would expect. Into the life of Kelly Neal comes a strange, indomitable group of people, all of whom suffer no inhibitions and know no bounds to gratification.
And so it is that Kelly Neal, the young Irish bride, comes to grips with the age-old prohibitions that mark our times. The outcome of this conflict in the young, inhibited housewife is central to the story. What she does with her new found knowledge makes up the dramatic conclusion of this detailed and life-like book.
A precautionary word for our readers: John Wilson's adult novels are just that-VERY ADULT! If you're shy about such problems as suburban impotence, intercourse between women, rape, masturbation, the tenderness of submission, the open expression of sexual fantasy and attitudes in daily life, then this book is definitely not for you.
In no way have we tampered with this manuscript. It remains unadulterated, uncensored and we publish it with full conviction that our readers appreciate reading something that burns with the acid truth rather than a watered-down, conforming text made to appeal to the weak-willed and heartless. This is a novel made of the stuff of real life! It's not a book fabricated or calculated to fit into a given mold. Rather, it's a story of life's real blood, a consideration of just a few of the things that probably go on in your life, too!
With no further delay, then, we invite you to enjoy as we did a novel of defiled innocence, sex, intrigue, and the mystery of adult revelation, John Wilson's Captured by Convicts.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh not now, darling," pleaded the lovely, long-limbed red-head as she tightened her robe with a quick tug at the draw string and pulled away from her new young husband, Jack Neal. "It's too early . . . I only just woke up!"
Jack's quick hands reached for the voluptuous nineteen year old girl who three weeks before became his wife. "Come on, honey," he said with a plea in his voice, "it's never too early for nooky!" He pulled her up close to him so that her large, creamy breasts came into view under the silky green robe that hid her otherwise completely naked baby-soft flesh. He could also see the largely brown puckerings of her nipples and the cherry-colored tips jutting arousedly upwards.
Before she could refuse him, he took hold of her pretty young face and brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply in the lips with his swimming tongue. She wrenched free of his hold and said softly, "You're going to be late for work." There was a note of shame to the timber of her voice, a quiver which he could not stand.
"Kelly," he sternly reproached the lovely red-head, looking into her frightened green eyes that looked almost like the crystal of cat-eyes, "you're not making sense about this. And it's not the first time either, or I wouldn't think about it." He let loose of her and the young, shy bride backed away against the dressing counter, turning sideways to her husband. "Now listen to me, honey, because I don't want this sex business to be coming between us." There was in his attitude some of the paternal quality of a commanding father, even though he was really only a couple of years her elder. "When we got married we decided to treat one another respectfully, and we said that sex wasn't going to be a problem. Remember?"
She nodded silently, waiting for what was turning into a lecture to stop. "Well, I want to come home tonight and find you a willing partner-for whatever I'm interested in! Do you understand me? No more putting me off, honey-it's not right! At least not in this day and age!"
"I'm sorry," she said softly, her shoulders trembling. She felt bad that she couldn't perform even one of the so-called adult acts that he wanted from her. She'd been so innocent, so naive all of her high school years, and now, just to jump in and do these things, without any preparation, seemed so repulsive. It frightened her when he asked for a blow-job, or when he wanted to have her do strangely exotic things with her fingers around his penis. Just the thought of such acts of sexuality made her flesh crawl, and she had no conception about whether or not her feelings in this regard were natural.. . normal.. . appropriate . . .
"I understand," she murmured, turning and looking at him with a devilish, little-girl smile. "I understand and tonight when you get home, I promise you, I will try to do what you want. Really, I will.. . "
"Oh, I know you, Kelly Neal," he said. "You say that now, but tonight I'm going to have to struggle to get what I want regardless! But that's okay. They tell me that the first few months of marriage are like that anyway, so I guess I'm prepared for it."
He turned and regarded himself in the mirror. In the process of making this last advance upon his inhibited bride, his tie had become somewhat loosened. He started to fix it. Kelly came over and slipped her hands into place where his were. "I really do love you," she said, her breath whispery and soft, nearly sultry.
"I know," he said, watching her slender white fingers working the knot into place against his Adam's apple. "It's just that you're so passionate underneath it all that you're afraid you'll get carried away and never be able to stop cuming, right?"
She blushed instantly and withdrew her hands from the knot of his tie. "Please," she said in a louder voice than before. She stopped and said, looking at the clock, in a more normal tone, "you're going to be late."
"Never mind," he said, buttoning his jacket and slicking down his hair one last time. "Okay," he added, turning back to Kelly, "gimme a kiss and I'm off."
She leaned her cheek toward him. He paused just an instant, checking out the dewy softness of her rose-colored skin, and then he pulled her face closer to his own and kissed her on the lips. Then he pulled away and smiled over his shoulder at her, "See ya tonight." And then he was gone from the bedroom.
On the way down the stairs he said in his mind, And a good night it had better be. . . I've got big plans, honey-for our sex life, I mean . . . and you got to get to know me if you want to be a part of them . . . Or else I'm gonna find me a new wife, one who knows the ins and outs and . . . He was out the front door, and the cool morning air against his face wiped away his ardent inner thoughts as he climbed into the car in the driveway and pulled out on his way to work.
Upstairs, at the bedroom window, Kelly Neal watched young Jack climb into the car. He's so handsome, she told herself. I like the way he moves . . . A chill climbed her thighs and goose bumps spread outwards along the tops of her voluptuous breasts as she considered what it would be like to be in bed with him again.
He had so little time. . . she told herself. It would have been nice, I suppose . . . She knew this was somewhat of a lie, for secretly she was very much afraid of him, of his big hard cock and of the way he grinded his hips into her naked white pelvis when he was deep inside her vagina. It was something she didn't understand, and yet it was already an important part of her new marriage. She stood somewhat shamefully at the bedroom window wondering how it was that she had managed to turn nineteen years old without having a full knowledge of men and their real sexual desires. She watched her young husband's car round the far corner of the street and disappear entirely, and then she let the curtains fold closed.
Well, for the time being I don 't have to think about sex anymore . . . and that's something! She cinched the knot on her silky robe just a little tighter and started downstairs.
CHAPTER TWO
Link Kurtis stood in the dark shadows against the Dover City prison jail, his husky body sweating and heavy with fear as he looked up and down the dark city street. "Come on," he hissed up at the open window of the jailhouse. "Come on!"
Out of the hole in the brick wall came a pair of feet and then a trunk and another man shimmied down the ten foot drop, onto Link's waiting shoulders. "Sneeze," groaned the second man, Ted Alexander, brushing off his jacket and looking up and down the street. He looked up above next, back at the window. "Come on, boss," he whispered as loud as he could, "it's okay."
A black-haired man with a long jutting nose and slender jaws stuck his face out of the window of the jailhouse and looked around. This was Marty Kips. "It's clear?"
"You bet," said Ted Alexander. "Hurry up, boss. Come on!"
"Alright," said Marty, "you guys get ready!" He pushed his feet out the window and climbed downwards, resting on the shoulders of the two other men, and then he jumped with a clap to the pavement below. "See you other jailbirds later!" he cried out aloud, suddenly shattering the dawn's silence and alerting a guard upstairs.
"Oooh, boss!" exclaimed Ted.
"We gotta run!" Link hollered.
"You bet we do!" cried Marty Kips. "Let's get movin'! "
All three men started running as fast as they could up the darkened city streets, and Marty Kips soon took the lead. He turned a corner two blocks up, when the sirens began wailing behind the threesome, and stopped at a small German car parked conveniently at the corner.
"Open it," he told Ted Alexander. "Go on, hurry. We can't get away from 'em by runnin', on foot. Open it up and get the hood latch down."
A moment later and all three men were inside the small hot-wired car, racing up the street in the opposite direction of the misguided police cars and motorcyclists.
"A good clean break," said Marty, looking back out the window at the cars hurriedly moving in the other direction. "Now all we gotta do is find a place to hole up for the rest of the day. Nightfall we'll get out of this creepy little town."
"Yeah, sure," agreed Ted. "But where are we gonna go?"
"I dunno," said Marty Kips. "How about gettin' into the suburbs somewhere. We can always take over some empty house, ya know? Just climb in until we think someone's comin' home? Whadya say?"
"Sounds good to me, boss," Link said.
"Shut up and drive. Who asked ya, anyhow?"
"I was just tryin' to help, boss," said the driver.
"Never mind that," said Ted Alexander. "Turn here."
A few minutes later they were parked on a quiet, suburban Dover City street trying to figure out which one of the many houses was completely empty. "You know what I think, boss?" said Ted Alexander, scanning the block with keen eyes, searching for a house that looked like a good one for them to crash, "I think maybe I'd like to find me a nice little teenager, or maybe a nice young divorcee, horny as a toadstool, just waiting for me . . . and panting for it! That's the kind of place I'd like to hole up in today. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, Ted," said Marty Kips, his eyes peeled and scanning the other side of the block. "And what would you do with her once you got her undressed and all, Ted?"
"Oh, boss," groaned the escaped jailbird, "you know what I'd do with her! I'd get her down on her hands and knees, right? And I'd feel up her breasts, for starters, right? And then I'd put my cock in her mouth, see? Good and tight . . . all the way down her throat. . . and I'd make her press those big soft lips right around my cock, boss. . . real hard . . . and then you know what I'd do?"
The driver, Link Kurtis, was panting with vicarious satisfaction as he listened to Ted Alexander describing his fantasy
"What would you do then, Ted? Tell me . . . what would you do next?" said Marty Kips.
"I'd make her suck me off until the cum came dripin' out of her lips, man. That's what I'd do next! I'd fuck her right in the mouth!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," moaned Marty Kips, already bored with this verbal display. "We'll be lucky we find a place to spend the next eight hours. And you want to find a nice blow-job just to go along with it, eh?"
"Why not?" said Ted with a chuckle, his eyes roving the street. "Hey, that guy's leavin' his house right now!" He pointed up the street.
"Yeah. Sure enough," mused Marty.
"Ah, shit," groaned Ted. "There's his wife, or some broad, lookin' out the window upstairs . . . "
"I thought that was just what you wanted," said Marty, his lips curling lasciviously backwards as he inspected the young woman standing in her robe and waving goodbye to the departing husband. "I think I like that place too," said Marty with a lecherous tone filling his voice. "Let's give her a few minutes to get settled, and then-"
"You mean it, boss?" said Link Kurtis, smacking his lips. "We're gonna go in there? Where that housewife is? And-"
"-And hole up," said Ted Alexander. "And if you're real good, Link, maybe we'll let you touch her once or twice. Ha, ha, ha! But you better be a nice boy, Linky. And drive carefully. And be a good fellow and help out. Or there'll be no nooky from the housewife. Understand?"
Link Kurtis nodded slowly up and down. His protuberant glassy eyes bulged in the direction of the small two-story house in which he'd seen the young woman at the upstairs window. She was awfully pretty! Just the thought of such a woman made Link's penis stiffen with arousal. "It's gonna be nice," he said in a trance-like state of mind, staring out the front window of the car in the direction of the little two-story house. "Oooh, yeah, I'm gonna like this.. . This is gonna be real nice!"
CHAPTER THREE
Kelly Neal stood at the kitchen sink doing the morning dishes. A moment before she'd thought she'd heard the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. But it was impossible. Who would be coming by at this hour?
She put the last of the rinsed, sparkling plates into the orange dish rack at the far side of the sink and picked up a small, white terry-cloth towel. One by one she dried the breakfast plates and returned them to the wood cupboard above the sink. She'd pulled open the silverware drawer and was about to put away the forks when there came a knocking at the front door.
In a way, Kelly looked forward to having visitors during the morning. The house was so big, and to be alone with her thoughts was always a strain. So it was that she headed for the front door in a cheerful frame of mind, curious to see who was paying her a visit. Just before she opened the door, she cinched up her robe and made sure the lapels were pulled back and in place, lying flat above her voluptuous breasts. She took a deep breath and asked in her sweet little girl's voice, "Who's there?"
"Jack's Plumbing," came a gravelly voice. "Toilet troubles? Mr. Neal called this morning?"
"I didn't know he called a plumber," said Kelly, turning the handle and pulling the door open.
"He didn't," said one of three men standing in front of the young housewife. And then, suddenly, without so much as a single word of warning, almost before the front door was completely open, the first man leapt forward into the house. The others followed and the door slammed shut. Kelly stood surrounded by the three of them, her hand over her mouth.
"Wh-What are you doing?" she asked, looking the men over in a dead fright. "I-I didn't order a plumber! Y-You're not plumbers!" Her eyes bulged with fear as she looked the three men up and down. One wore a rumpled suit and the other two were dressed in levies and sweatshirts. The one in the suit was obviously in charge. His tie was loose, and his collar was dirty. His eyes darted around the house, inspecting and searching. "You alone here, lady?" he asked Kelly quickly and a little nervously.
"Y-Y-Yes, I'm alone, b-b-but I want you to leave!"
Before she could understand it, this man's hand raised and crashed down on her face, smacking loudly, a bolt of pain charging her ears and her jaw, sending her head bobbing to the side. She turned back blushing with tears welling up in her eyes and before she could say another word, the shock and protest coming into her face, the same man who'd smacked her reached for the lapels of her robe. "Come here, honey," he said softly, his whispering voice low and guttural. "I wanna get to know you . . . " His one hand held her up close to his unshaved face, and the other reached in between her and him and slid into place under her robe.
Kelly's eyes widened with fright as she felt this total stranger's fingers gripping her breast and squeezing it with quick, feeling tugs and rolls. And before she knew it, he'd felt up her other soft breast as well. And then he was shoving her backwards, into the arms of the other two men.
"Come on," he hissed, "let's make sure we're alone here. We got a long day ahead of us. Plenty of time for that little bitch, too."
They pulled her along with them as they checked out the entire house, upstairs and down, and then they ended up in the living room with the blinds pulled. They threw Kelly into the sofa and sat around looking at her, all three of them just staring and watching for her reaction.
"What's this all about?" she asked, her lips trembling fearfully as she looked from one to the other of them.
"Should we tie her up, boss?" asked the burliest of the three.
"In a minute," said the leader, the man in the rumpled suit and disheveled tie. "First let's take her robe off."
"Oh, please," she said, starting up from the sofa, "I don't know what you want or why you're here, b-b-but-" He was upon her, his quick strong hands grabbing the robe for a second time, pulling it over the smooth rounds of her young shoulders, revealing her full and naked breasts.
"Oh, God," moaned Kelly, "please, no, I don't want you to do that . . . Please!"
He held firmly to her robe and pulled it away from her despite her fierce efforts to hold onto the silky garment. She ended up trying to cover herself, frantically using her hands to cover her thighs and the auburn triangle of curly pubic hair that camouflaged her frightened vagina. She cowered back away from him, falling against the sofa and he hovered over her, looking at her naked breasts, her trembling shoulders and her large, green eyes. She averted her gaze by looking down the sofa, and then fearfully at the other men. They were staring at her, their eyes drinking in the fullness of her voluptuous nakedness, their gazes stroking her long smooth slender thighs and her shapely girlish hips and her fine, well-formed naked breasts. She could feel them caressing her, their hands touring her naked voluptuousness, taking from her things she'd never even imagined possible!
"Oooh," she moaned, closing her eyes and looking downwards, "please go away! Please?"
She felt two fingers take hold under her chin, pulling her face upwards. "Open your eyes," said the man in charge. "Look at me, honey. I want you to get to know me."
Cautiously, frightened, she opened her eyes. His face was only inches from hers. "Listen to me, Mrs. Neal. Listen real good. I'm Marty Kips. That man over there is Ted Alexander. Dumbo there is Link Kurtis. We're your guests for today. We're convicts and we got out of your dumpy little city jail here in Dover, and we're gonna stay here in you and your hubby's place for the next eight hours or so. Till nightfall. And then we're gonna leave. You'll never see us again after that. So don't worry, eh? It's just for today. Just a little hospitality, let's call it. For just one day!" He chuckled sadistically and turned her chin in her fingers, pushing her face back and forth, taking another look at her face, this time in profile. Then he continued: "Now say my name, Mrs. Neal. Say it nice and soft."
She trembled, unable to speak.
"Come on honey-talk. Or do you want me to smack you around some more?"
"N-No, please. Please don't hit me."
"Oh, say, fellas, you hear that? She talks!" said Marty to the other two men. He looked back at her, his fingers still holding her chin. "Now say this: Marty, please kiss me. That's not too hard for you to say, is it?"
"N-No," she said. "I won't."
"She's dumb," said Marty Kips, and before she knew it that bolt-of-lightning-like hand had raised and smashed a second time into her face, striking her with a loud smack. The other two men chuckled and this time the tears came streaming with a loud, deeply felt sobbing.
"Now say it," said Marty. "Say it nice and clear so everyone can hear it." He held her chin again and waited. "Mrs. Neal? You just have to say that one little thing, and then I'll let up for a while, you understand?"
"M-Marty," she stammered, "p-please k-kiss me . . . "
"Be glad to," he said, and he leaned forward, still holding her face with one hand and planted his lips up against hers, digging into her quivering, frightened lips with his long wet tongue, filling her up even in the throat with his Frenching soul kiss. His free hand toured downwards to her breast in particular and started squeezing. He pulled his mouth from hers and with lecherous contentment spreading across his heavy dark-featured face continued to massage and roll her aroused nipple and hearty, resilient breast. "Mmmmm, Mrs. Neal, I think you're going to be just the hostess we needed today. Yes, indeed! You're going to be just right!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Either of you boys wanna nice fat welcoming kiss from our friendly little hostess? Eh?" Marty smacked hips lips and and chuckled mercilessly as he gazed upon Kelly Neal's voluptuous nakedness. "She's real hot and ready! Aren't ya, Kelly?! ! "
The naked young housewife's voice quivered with fright and supplication as she stammered, "P-Please don't? I-I'll do anything you say . . . anything! B-But please? No more sss-"
"-No more SEX?" asked Marty. "Anything? But no more sex? Mrs. Neal! I'm surprised at you! A good hot-blooded suburban pussy like yourself asking upstanding-and I do mean upstanding!-American males like us to spend an afternoon and forego sex?! Really, Mrs. Neal," he continued, leaning forward and speaking in mock confidentiality, "it's really not like you at all!" His whispering voice was full of harsh sarcasm. His eyes feasting on the fine round protrusions of her involuntarily puckering brown nipples and the excited reddened tips of the pips themselves, he railed against her. He watched her long smooth thighs become coated with goose flesh, the chills of fright or arousal or both, and his quick glance sucked up the sight of her tightly curled pubic hair between her comely loins. Trance-like, he told the men with him, "Come on ever here, Ted. Let's give Link a little look-see, shall we?"
The blonde, blue-eyed man named Ted stood up and came over to where Marty hovered above the trembling, naked young housewife. "What do you want to do boss?"
"Hold this little bitch and let Dumbell see what he can get from her. Just for kicks . . . "
"Why not!" said Ted Alexander, his own eyes hotly roving as he looked closely at the naked young housewife. She was shaking her head protestingly, futilely trying to object.
"Please," she begged, "I'll do anything you say! Please . . ? "
"Hold her good!" said Marty. "Get her arms!"
The blonde man took Kelly's hands in his own, and even though for a moment she wriggled and flailed, he was so much stronger than she that it only took him an instant to subdue her. He had her hands behind her head.
Down below, taking her feet, Marty spread her legs apart. The two of them together turned her sideways and carried her wiggling body onto the center of the living room floor. They settled down and held her stretched and spread-eagle.
"Come on," said Marty to Link Kurtis. "Don't you wanna have some fun with the little lady?"
"Yeah, sure, boss. But what should I do?" asked the big burly man, his hands sweaty with desire as he looked the lovely young woman up and down. Just the sight of her lusciously naked body, especially her large, creamy breasts with the pointy nipples and that little patch of scrubbed pubic hair around her pussy-it was so lewd to see her stretched, open and vulnerable . . ! It was making his penis get all hard just to think about it! There she was, ready and waiting for him, and the boss was just holding her there, offering her! Wow, it was too much to believe!
"Stop your slobbering," snarled Ted. "Get down and get something goin' with her. We don't want to hold her like this all day!"
Kelly Neal shook her head from side to side and could not believe what was happening. Just a moment before she'd been doing the morning dishes, and now . . . two men were holding her nakedly captive in her own living room . . . and a third was about to abuse her sexually! Oh, God, it was too much to understand! How could this be happening?! !
She opened her eyes for an instant and saw standing above her naked body the man called Link. He was rubbing the palm of his hand back and forth over a protuberant bulge in his crotch. He was actually fondling himself! And gloating at her nakedness! Didn't he know how ugly he looked? How awful? Oh, God, this must be a nightmare! It's not really happening to me. . . !
And whether it was a dream or reality, the next thing he did was pull down the zipper on his trousers. He was reaching inside and pulling out his penis! He had it in his hand and it was stiff and throbbing, and then he was pulling his pants undone all the way, undoing the belt and exposing his lust-tingling scrotum! It was like some sort of awful dirty movie! She could barely believe her eyes! The huge thrusting prick lept into view, its blue-veined hardness and angry red cap nearly overwhelming her senses!
"PLEEEEZZZEEE!" she screeched upon realizing what was about to happen. "Don't let him! Noooh!"
"Ha," chuckled Marty Kips mercilessly still holding Kelly's thighs spread spaced apart. "She's beginning to believe I mean business!! "
"Yeah," murmured Ted who held her hands by the wrists, staring and enjoying her naked youthful figure.
"Please," murmured the frantic housewife, whimpering with animalish intensity and groveling in the hopes that someone, anyone, might hear her story. "Please, don't let him touch me. Please. Really. I'll do anything. Just stop this! I don't want him to touch me. . . ! Really, I don't! Please. . . ? ! "
"Shut up," said Ted, the one who held her arms above her head. "I'm next!"
"Ooooh," she moaned pitiably. Then she looked back at the man who towered above her, manipulating his cock into a fully blood-thickened erection. The look on his face was one of total lascivious concentration. He held his head at a slight angle as he considered her, and he pumped with four fingers and his thumb the huge stiffness of his lust-hardened cock. Merely the sight of her naked body was enough to make him significantly aroused.
"What you gonna do, man?" asked Marty Kips. "Jack off?"
"I dunno," said Link Kurtis, his eyes dull, glossy, with a milky haze as he knelt beside Kelly without missing a single stroke at his red hard prick. "She's so beautiful!" With one hand he reached out and took hold of Kelly's breast, squeezing it tentatively while with the other hand continuously rubbing the spongy head and ridged thickness of his meaty penis. He was simultaneously pulling on his cock and kneading the resilient flesh of Kelly's creamy breast.
As he looked down between her long smooth thighs, his lust-glazed eyes filled with even more desire, and he drank in the tantalizing sight of her wide-spread loins. Without having been fondled, Kelly's pussy lips were puckered pink and spread. The moist folds of her labia were glistening wet and shiny with natural juices from the depths of her vagina! All of this was instantly visible, just from looking down between her legs into the hair-covered cleft between her quivering loins.
"Phew," he panted, still tugging on his stiff cock, "she's really nice.. . ! " He gave her breast an extra special squeeze, and he continued to jerk on his hotly throbbing member.
Kelly tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. She was so ashamed at being made to be vulnerable in this manner, in front of complete strangers. The feel of the big man's callused stubby fingers massaging her breast made her body feel violated and filthy, even though it was only her naked breast that was being manipulated and aroused. She thought she could hear him panting for breath above her, and fearful that she wouldn't be prepared for whatever heinous act he had in mind, she turned and looked up at him.
He was kneeling beside her, one hand holding her breast, his other hand and fingers wrapped tightly around his lust-heated prick. The tip of his penis was bulging hugely, and that spongy red surface looked like a ridged rocket about to explode. Suddenly, at just the moment when she was about to turn away again, a fine, needle-like spray of pre-seminal fluid came spurting out from the tiny slit in the head of his penis, and four quick squirts of hot juice arched upwards. Due to the angle of his tugging fingers, the sticky hot droplets landed on her smooth belly like human lava, molten and painfully searing!
"Oooooh!" cried Kelly sorrowfully, never having seen something so lecherous in all her life, not even with her own husband. "Stop! Please stop him!" Her voice was low and whiney, like a little girl being tortured.
"Stop him?! " boomed Marty Kips, sadistically enjoying every minute of this. "He's only just begun, honey! Besides, how do you think we can stop a man in his state of mind?! It would take a bulldozer to get him off of you now!"
She could feel Link's hand on her breast getting tighter, squeezing her that much harder, and when she dared to look back at him through the veil of tears pouring from her humiliated face, it was to see magnified before her the lust-contorted vision of a horribly depraved man masturbating himself into more and more arousal over her naked body. His hand was tightening and loosening around her breast, slowly but surely taking on a milking rhythm, and despite her best efforts and her fear of his fondling and his defiling, she found her breasts responding with no small degree of unwanted sensuousness and arousal. Her nipple was sticking up like a soldier at attention!
"Noooo!" she cried even more loudly now that she sensed the betrayal of her own flesh. "Pleeeeaaassseee. . . ! "
But they only smiled and looked down upon her innocent defilement as though it were the most natural undertaking possible. She looked sorrowfully from one to the other of them and her eyes landed finally on the man who knelt with his cock in hand, pumping furiously away. "Please.. . ? Won't you stop? Please. . . ? "
He stared back at her like she was some kind of TV set, something blaring softly in the distance with no real, life-like concern to him at all. He looked down the length of her writhing nakedness and considered something. It looked as though, with his quickly flying fingers rolling up and down his prick, that he was about to try something different. He started to lift his leg, and then he groaned lasciviously, unable to take the time, no longer capable of waiting.
"Iiiieeehhhaaahhhh," he grunted from deep in his throat, and his blue-veined thickness began to swell up even larger, and he looked from one to the other of the two men holding Kelly Neal on the carpeted living room floor and then down at the .young innocent housewife, especially at her breasts and her thighs, and he removed his hand from where he'd been squeezing her breast and began pumping wildly, holding both his testicles and his cock at the same time, his eyes bulging with desire as he gulped in the obscene sight of the young woman spread before him.
"Oooh, no," blurted Kelly, unable to stand the sight of him any more, and she tightly closed her eyes. But it wasn't in time. The man had begun to ejaculate, huge salvos of hot white semen shooting outwards and arching into the space above her writhing twisting hips and coming down on her smooth white pelvis in big splatting gobs that puddled here and there on her naked stomach, on her pubis, one on her breast, and another on her thigh, and the rest of the sticky wet semen dripped downwards off the spongy tip of his cock around his fingers and in little rivulets that eventually gushed downwards onto her hip.
"Ooooh, God," she moaned, incredulous that such depravity had taken the place of doing the morning dishes. "Ooooh, no more! Please! No more!" She shook her head from side to side, half-hysterical, half-incredulous that such a thing had really happened. But there was no denying the feel of the hot sticky wads of semen which quickly began to congeal on her flushed naked skin.
"Oooh . . . boss . . . thanks," moaned Link. "She's pretty, boss. That was nice." He stood up and buckled his pants closed around his deflating, spent prick.
Kelly opened her tear-filled eyes and thanked her lucky stars that the moronic Link Kurtis had chosen only to masturbate himself instead of to violate her in any other way. It was, in some small way, something to be grateful for, a kind of consolation prize.
But even this simple peace of mind was shattered in the next instant when Marty Kips said softly to Ted Alexander who still held her ankles apart, "Who goes first for the real McCoy, Ted? You or me?"
Kelly felt fear consuming her body from head to toes, and she wondered if she wasn't going to pass out from just thinking about what these men had in mind.
"I'll tell you what," said Ted, "why don't we get her sitting in a chair. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, yeah," said Marty. "I almost forgot. The only way you like it is to get sucked off, right?"
"Not the only way, but-"
"I never saw you get it any other way. What's to be ashamed of, Ted? Sucking off is nice. I like getting sucked off myself sometimes. Let's just tie her up and see how good she is at it, eh?"
"You can't make me," she blurted suddenly, her voice fearful and trembling. "I won't do it! I won't do it!"
"Oh, you'll do it," said Marty with a sadistic grin. "Believe me, you'll do it. Why, I venture to say you'll even like doing it, too!" He looked to the others. "Come on, let's get started. I got big plans for this little lady . . . big, big plans!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"My husband will get you for this!" squealed the naked young housewife as two of the convicts picked her up by the feet and hands and began lugging her squirming, fearful body across the living room toward the dining room. He's going to come home and get you all for this!"
"Aw, shut yer trap," groaned Marty, supervising and arranging a chair for the voluptuous young woman. "Look at those tits, man! They bounce and jiggle and carry on . . . ! Mmmmmm, enough to make your mouth water!"
"Let go of me," groaned Kelly, her eyes wild with fright. "Please . . . ? " But there seemed to be no arguing with the men. They lowered her into the chair and before she had even a moment with which to struggle, one of them approached her with a cord and began binding her body in place.
First he wrapped her arms to the arms of the chair and then her ankles to the legs. Her thighs were spread apart so that her pussy was vulnerable-so much so that she could feel a cool breeze passing across her moist cuntal lips. Her shoulders were cinched back against the lattice work of the chair so that her voluptuous breasts pushed forward, outwards even more than they were naturally inclined to do. Her nipples, despite her best efforts to keep down the betraying sensuous impulses of her own body, were sticking out like a couple of hot red buttons, almost twitching desirously.
She couldn't believe the leers of lecherousness that appeared on the faces of the men when they were done tying her up. All three of them stood around looking at her naked body, inspecting her with their piercing looks and hungry lasciviousness. "Please," she shook her head. "Can't you show just a little mercy? Please?"
"Ha," groaned the one called Ted, beginning to unzip his pants, "the only mercy yer gonna get from me, Missy, is the privilege of sucking on my big wong!" With that, out from his trousers came the angry red tip of his already stiffening cock.
"Oooh, no," she groaned upon seeing the hefty rocket-shaped phallus, ridged and bony-stiff already.
He tugged at the inside of his trousers and brought out the rest of his private parts, his scrotal sack and lust-churned testicles. Now he held the huge stiffening prick and his balls in his other hand and manipulated himself for a moment in front of her. She could not believe her eyes.
He stepped forward and pressed the spongy cap of his stiffened prick against the smooth resilient flesh of her breast. He pumped his hips back and forth a couple of times, banging his cockhead into her breast.
"Oooh, yeah!" he moaned with obscene delight, his eyes rolling in their sockets with obvious salacious pleasure, "this is gonna be a real nice thing, boss. I'm gonna get off real good with this little housey-wifey!"
He took another step forward, bringing his cock into breathing distance of the young housewife. Kelly thought for sure she was going to faint. The hardened column of cock flesh was only inches from touching her face. She thought she could even smell it! There was an acrid odor of sweat and alcohol, like a drinking man's party in the boys' gym, and the penis was the source of it, the penis and the man's crotch.
"Please," she whispered pathetically at the hardened cockflesh that tortured her now, moving slowly but surely against her averted cheek, "please don't. . . please?"
She felt something soft and spongy-like touching on her face. She knew that it was Ted's thickened cock, that he was sliding the reddened tip of his penis back and forth along her silky smooth jawline. She could hear him panting and saying softly, "Oooh . . . I'm gonna fuck her face so-ooo good!
OOooh, yeahhhh . . . ! "
Just then everyone in the dining room, including Kelly Neal, nearly jumped. For there came suddenly at the living room door a knocking, three sharp taps and then silence.
"Get dressed," whispered Marty Kips, immediately taking charge of the gang. "You," he said to Kelly who was beside herself with fear. "I want you to ask, Who is it?"
Kelly stared at him.
"You ask that, or I'll put this fist through your husband, if it's him, or whoever it is! You understand?"
She nodded.
"Okay. Now!"
"Who is it?" cried Kelly at the living room door.-
"It's me, Susan," said a faint, feminine voice from the other side of the door.
Marty lept to the door and pulled it open. The girl on the other side saw absolutely nothing in front of her. She leaned her head and shoulders forward into the room and Marty snapped out at her neck with both hands, grabbing her into the house before she could even scream. He slammed the door shut and pulled her struggling body into the dining room. "Number two housewifey!" he hissed. "Tie her up, boys. Looks like we struck it rich! We got ourselves a regular little orgy going here!"
"I like the looks of this one even better," said Ted Alexander, his eyes lasciviously inspecting the luscious new addition to the household. He noted her firm, well-rounded breasts and the large, round-shaped buttocks of the new woman. He liked her jet-black hair, as well, and it was everything he could do to keep from actually undressing her right then and there.
"You look like you've got some special interest in this lady," said Marty.
"What's this all about?" asked the newcomer, her eyes swinging left and taking in the dreadful sight of her friend tied, bound, and naked in a dining room chair. "Kelly! What on earth?! " The new woman started for the door, but Ted Alexander quickly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the room. "Listen, honey," he said softly, pulling her up in his arms so that her face was only inches from his own, "you can go easy, nice and easy-by cooperating-or you can make this difficult on yourself. Which is it gonna be?"
Susan Potter looked from Ted's vicious eyes to Kelly Neal tied and naked in the chair. Then she looked at the other men, also waiting for her answer, and she realized that it was a hopeless situation. "Alright," she said, "I'll go easy."
"That's better," said Ted. "I like your spirit. Now undress. And make it fast."
"Alright, alright," she moaned softly. She looked over at Kelly who was still helplessly tied in the chair, "I wish you'd have let me know you had company, kid, before I came traipsing over here like this."
Kelly could not believe her eyes. Right then and there, her best friend, Susan Potter, was actually going to undress and cooperate without even a struggle with the three strange men. "S-S-Susan," stammered Kelly, "h-how can you do this?! "
"Shut up!" snapped Marty. "She's doin' it for her own good. She knows we'll beat the hell out of her if she don't. So keep yer trap shut, Mrs. Neal, or we'll start in on you again."
Kelly watched as Susan took off her blouse and skirt and heels. That left the voluptuous, raven-haired woman standing in stockings, panties and a brassiere.
"You're real pretty," said Ted, stepping up alongside Susan Potter. "You got nice skin, too. And nice big soft tits." He reached out and took both of Susan's breasts in his hands and began squeezing the cups of the brassiere and soft resilient mounds themselves.
"Oooooh, please," she moaned softly, "I'd rather you didn't do that. I thought you just wanted me to undress?"
"Ha," he snapped. "You knew exactly what I wanted. Now turn around."
Kelly was astounded! She watched with fear and loathing mounting in her body as her friend was forced to turn around. They unsnapped her brassiere and Susan's breasts came nakedly pouring out, and it was plain to see, even to Kelly, that her friend's nipples were jutting outwards in sensuous arousal.
"Look at those big tips, man!" hissed Marty, stepping forward and taking for himself a quick feel of the young woman's vulnerable nipples. He rubbed one of the cherry colored tips in his two fingers, between his thumb and forefinger. Then he tugged on it and pulled the breast momentarily away from Susan's body in this manner.
"Oooh, stop!" she squealed in a mouse-like voice. "That hurts! Stop it!"
He let loose of her breast and it went flopping down on her chest like a jello pad. Then Link Kurtis stepped forward and reached out for her shoulders. He pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips, hotly pressing his tongue into her mouth until she was forced to lean backwards in order to get free for breath.
"Get her panties and her stockings," said Marty. "I wanna see this one naked!"
"Yeah," said Ted Alexander, quickly reaching out for Susan Potter's hips so that he could begin tugging her silky panties off.
"I'll get her stockings," said Link Kurtis, giving up trying to kiss the protestant raven-haired woman. He fell to his knees and began rolling the panty hose downwards off the young woman's ivory thighs.
Ted Alexander shoved Link out of the way entirely, though, in order to get Susan's panties down. He quickly pulled them off of her wide womanly hips and exposed the naked white plain above her curly-haired pubis. "Oooh, yeah," he hissed, "look at that cunt! She's gonna be nice! Very, very nice!"
"Please," moaned Susan, "Let me sit down? Please?"
"Sure," said Ted. "Go on and sit down. Right here in front of your little prudy girlfriend, Kelly."
He pulled a chair up in front of Kelly, about two feet from her, and he pushed the now naked young woman into position, sitting. Her voluptuous white breasts shook and jiggled, and her fearful lips trembled for a moment. Her eyes looked left at Kelly and then right and up at the three men gathered around her. Un-like Kelly, she was not tied in the chair. But she was beginning to realize that her agreement to cooperate with these men had benefited her but little freedom. "P-Please," she stammered, "I'll do what you say, but please don't hurt me. Please?"
"You ever give header?" asked Ted. "You know how to suck?"
"His specialty," interrupted Marty, "is in getting good head from girls your age, honey. You know what he means?"
Shamefully, but with a slight sneer on her lips, she whispered, "Yes, I know how."
"Good," said Ted, again pulling down his pants. "I think we'll start right where we left off. We'll give Sleeping Beauty here"--he indicated with a snarl that he meant Kelly Neal--"a chance to see what it's all about. Then, if she kind of gets the hang of it, maybe I'll give her a break and-" He had his cock out in his hand and was stroking it into stiffness, "-and let her suck me off once, too!" He looked down at Susan Potter. "Alright, honey, go to it. You take care of business. Show us what you know."
"Do I have to?" moaned Susan, clearly not cherishing the task but not resenting it either.
"Would you rather I tied you up like your friend?"
She reached for his prick with her long white fingers and fisted the thick, broad base of the column of cock flesh with her right hand. With her left hand she cupped the underside of his bloated scrotum and lightly rolled his testicles. She guided the head of his thickened penis up into close grazing contact with her thick moist lips.
"No, Susan! Don't!" cried Kelly, but everyone, including Susan Potter, ignored her. She watched as her friend proceeded to rub the rose-colored spongy tip of the convict's prick cap and to and fro along the thick moist lips of her willing mouth.
"Oooh, God," moaned Kelly, unable to believe her eyes, for this was one of the forbidden, wicked acts her husband had from time to time asked her to perform. She'd resolutely refused time and again, and now, in her very presence, the act was happening! It was awful! What pleasure could there possibly be in it for Susan? And with a completely strange man, yet! And that cock of his was so large, so big and bulging in Susan's fingers! How could she possibly put such a large column of cockflesh into her mouth?!
But sure enough, there she was doing it, actually taking the mushroom cap and the thickened crown into the narrow hot wet space between her lips, and her little tongue was visibly darting to and fro, every now and then plying at the little slit in the end of the convict's hardened penis. And Susan's fingers" were rolling the scrotal sack, rubbing lightly the testicles within at the same time, while her other hand milked and massaged the thickened, ridged base of the huge lust-stiffened penis!
"Oooh, yeah," groaned Ted Alexander, lecherously pleased with the obscene spectacle of his hardened cock sliding into Susan's moist ovaling lips, more and more of his long hard penis disappearing into the oral hollows of the young girl's wetly smacking mouth. "Suck it, Susan, baby, you're doing just fine! Yeah! Suck it, honey! Make me cummmmm . . . ! "
Kelly closed her eyes in disgust. It was impossible that all of this was happening to her. Here in her own dining room, her best friend was putting some strange man's penis into her mouth and actually trying to swallow it down into her throat! It was just too amazing for words!
As much as the young housewife didn't want to watch, something compelled her to open her eyes and view the forcible fellatio. She couldn't put her finger on what it was about the act, but no matter how she tried to refuse the idea, there was something in the sight of the penis entering Susan's mouth that-there was no way to deny it any longer-it stimulated her!
She looked from the oral-penis spectacle up at Marty and Link. The two were enthralled with the mouth fucking. They were staring like children at puppet shows, completely concentrating on it. Kelly could feel her own eyes pulled magnetically back to the scene of the sucking and licking.
She watched as Susan Potter's tongue lashed out to rub and wetly massage up and down against the unguarded rim of Ted's blood-thickened cock head crown. She was working her tongue to and fro around the sensitized tip and spongy, reddened surface of the meaty penis.
Kelly was so close to the sight of the organ that she could see the pulsating blue-vein that ran along the topside of the mouth-penetrating prick, and she could see the way Susan's lithe fingers clutched at the testicles.
Was this what Jack wanted from her? Did he want her to hold his balls and suck on the tip of his cock? To run her tongue up and down the thickness of his virile male penis? Was that the kind of humiliating use of her mouth that her new husband wanted from her? She couldn't help but think that the act was somehow vile, and yet, in her deepest most secret self, she felt her heart beating wildly just from watching Susan at work.
"Oooh, shee-eeze," groaned Ted Alexander, taking Susan's face by the ears and pulling her head forward on the mouth-impaling shaft of his lust-hardened cock. He jammed forward and crammed as much of his blood-heated prick cap into the depths of Susan's throat as could possibly fit. "Just hold that," he moaned with ecstasy glassy in his eyes, "and I'll. . . be . . . cumming . . . Just . . . hold that!"
Susan gagged slightly from the feel of the thick head of his penis deep in her mouth, almost down her throat, and she could no longer hold him in her mouth. She had to get breath. She pulled him out with her fist, for a moment holding the saliva-dripping, lust-beating tip of his prick away from her hot wet oral sanctuary. She panted for breath and held his cock away from her thick wet lips.
"Ooooh," he cried out softly, a thin, needle-fine spray of seminal fluid darting out from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, "get it back in! Don't stop now!"
She was taking another much needed breath when he forced her head down onto his pulsating cock. He told her to squeeze down and use her teeth, to bite into him and make his prick cum off. "Come on, honey, suck it! Make me cum, baby . . . Make my juice cummmmmm. . . . "
Her fingers were now wildly rolling around on his lust-bloated testicles, and her lips were squeezed down on the head of his cock, mashing it with thickly voraciously wet squeezes, tugging at his pulsating cock shaft and galvanized penis head.
"Uuuuhhh, Ga-wd!" he grunted, slamming his hips forward. "Start swallowing, honey! Here we goooo. . . ! " He hesitated a moment in which she looked up the length of his belly to his lust-contorted face. His eyes were closed tightly and his lips were bared back over his teeth in a passion-filled smile, and his entire face was contracted into a wincing, frown-smile.
Then he started moaning rhythmically, "Uuuhhhhh . . . uuuuhhhhhhhh . . . uuuuuhhhh . . . " and simultaneously pumping his hips forward so as to ride her tongue down into her throat with his ejaculating cock head, each time grinding a bit further with the tip of his turgid prick . . . each time spurting out yet another thick creamy boiling hot salvo of his semen!
The young girl did her best to swallow up the jism, trying to catch his cadence with her pumping throat and neck, and soon her tongue was lapping up the last of his hot semen, spooning the stuff into her dutifully swallowing throat. When it was clear that he was finished, she released his testicles but held on momentarily to his cock shaft with her other hand, and rhythmically milked his deflating cock of the remaining sperm. She licked that off the cap of his cock and swallowed again. There was a single driblet of jism that had leaked out of her mouth at the corner and when she let go of his cock she wiped the life-giving juice from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Ooooh, yeah, she's good," mumbled Ted, backing away from where Susan Porter sat haunched over on her naked knees, her breasts hanging large and voluptuous downwards so that the tips of her nipples nearly touched her thighs. "She's not just good," continued Ted, "she's terrific!"
"Yeah," said Marty, blinking for the first time in a long while, "I can see that." He reached down and took Susan Potter by the chin with one hand. He pulled her face up and made her look at him. "You been sucking a lot of cock, haven't you, honey?"
She turned defiantly away from him without answering.
"Yeah," said Marty, ignoring her rebellious attitude. "This is gonna be one helluva afternoon, boys. We got ourselves two different broads." He looked from Kelly Neal to Susan Potter and back at Ted and Link. "Yup, two different ones all together: one hot like a bowl of soup, a real fire cracker who knows how to suck, and one that's as cold as Alaska. Yeah, this is gonna be a helluvan afternoon, guys. I can tell that already!"
And with that he pulled down the zipper on his trousers and stepped forward.. . toward both of the young women. "Mmmmm," he murmured, "wonder who wants to go first?"
CHAPTER SIX
"You seen how your friend does it, Mrs. Neal. What about you now, eh?" Marty's eyes focused keenly on the young inexperienced wife.
"N-No," she said, shaking her head, slightly dumbstruck with wonder that he would even consider such a thing. She could not help but look straight ahead at the angry red tip of his penis that he held stiffly in his fingers pointing it at her open mouth. She shook her head sideways but her eyes were involuntarily glued to the massive blue-veined cockshaft that pulsated right in front of her. "P-Please, Mister," she said softly, wishing that she'd never ever insisted that her husband buy a home in the suburbs of Dover. "I don't wanna . . . It's not for me . . . Really.. . ! "
"Ain't she cute?" snapped Marty, taking the bound girl's face in his hands and running the head of his prick up against her tightly clenched lips. "Open up, honey, or I'm gonna force you to!"
"Mm-mm," she murmured, holding her jaws tightly closed. "Mm-mm." She twisted her neck from side to side, and she struggled against the ropes that held her in place in the chair, but there seemed to be no escaping either the ropes or the pressing hot-blooded tip of his cock.
When she drew her next breath, Marty reached for her jaw and pulled her mouth open. He quickly took hold of her lower jaw and advanced on the forbidden hot wet sanctuary of her mouth. "Oh, yeah," he groaned, making headway with his helmeted flesh spear, "I'm gonna jam my prick down this babe's throat and she's gonna love it! Ain'tchya, sweetie!" He looked at Susan Potter and the other two men. "Oh, sure, she's gonna really get her rocks off on this-you just watch and see."
He seemed to have caught the girl by surprise, for in the next instant his prick slipped into place between her forcibly ovaled lips, and no matter how she tried to move her face from side to side, he had her securely pinned-with his hard throbbing cock!
"Uuuuhh," she groaned, practically gagging, nearly unable to breathe. The huge intruder was buried between her lips and the hefty tip was scraping down into the back of her throat. "Awwwggghh," she gagged on the hearty member as she suddenly realized he had too firm a hold to resist. One hand was around the back of her neck, holding her face square and the other hand held her jaw open, so that he had a clear, hot wet runway for landing his prick in one slide after another. And once he had a clear way to go, he began pumping. She felt the tip of his prick forcibly slipping down her oral passageway, sliding around and across the broadness of her necessarily splayed tongue. It was like having a doctor shove a tongue-depressor down her throat. He was rubbing his penis to and fro between her lips, and whether she liked to admit it or not, she was beginning to give this complete stranger a blow-job! Her lips were meshing-for that was the easiest way to prevent pain-and her tongue was rolling-in order to keep from being irritated-and it all added up to a plain and simple fact: she was sucking him off!
Slowly but surely she required less and less forcing. It was the only way she could breathe, really, around the hot invading cock shaft. The spongy mushroom head was going to block off her air passage if she didn't suck on the thickness of the base!
Ooooh, it was so awful, to be made to perform such a vile and foreign act. . . But the hotness of the thing was strange, the way it pressed into the remote corners of the back of her mouth, even into her throat . . . and she could feel it pumping and getting hotter and firmer with every stroke. It .was so odd to have something so thick and fleshy inside her lips, actually grinding around between her tongue and the roof of her mouth . . . She wondered if maybe it wouldn't be possible to bite him . . . just a little . . . to run her teeth here and there up and down the ridged thickness . . . and she felt her way with her tongue, rubbing along the underside of the crown and licking the tip.. . She wondered, too, if she could feel the tiny slit in the heated red tip of the spongy head . . .
And then it dawned on the young girl that she was actually blowing this man, that her lips were actually wrapped wetly around the thickness of his cock, pressing and tugging and sucking at it. . . and she felt so ashamed . . . so desperately wanton and terrified of what this meant! Never in her life had she allowed a man's penis to come inside her mouth this way . . . Of course, it was forced upon her, and it wasn't as if she'd asked for it.. . but still there was something so vile about it.. . so dirty!
In the next instant she risked opening her eyes and looked down her nose to where the thick blood-engorged ridged column of cock-flesh was skewering into her ovaling wet lips, driving for the back of her swallowing throat. Oooh, God! It was such a vile sight! If only she could free her hands from the ropes! If only she could squirm a little and get free.. . !
But the ropes were too tight.. . and the huge throat-impaling cock kept digging into the depths at the back of her hot wet mouth sanctuary, the mushroom crown thickly entering her inner neck and nearly plugging her air-passage all together, and then his cock went pulling back and rubbing on the inside of her mouth, against her wetly lashing tongue . . . and there seemed to be no way for her to protest this humiliating defilement of her mouth and lips and tongue . . . she began sucking!
"Look at her go," blurted one of the men who was watching. "It looks to me like she's really learned a lot fast!"
"Yeah," said the other, Link, his eyes popping as he watched the blue-veined penis penetrating in and out of Kelly Neal's mouth like a dual-action torpedo! "He's really banging it into her now, man! Look at that!"
Marty Kips was slinging his hips back and forth at double-time, working his prick in and out of the tied and bound girl's lips, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth like a piston in a car engine. He worked his penis into the back of her mouth by sliding his hips forward, nearly pressing his lust-bloated testicles against her chin, sometimes actually hitting her there with a little smacking sound, and then, by pulling his hips back quickly, he yanked his thickheaded penis all the way back to start, at Kelly's lips, and then he repeated this mouth-fucking action, over and over again, as if her throat were some kind of virgin!
"Unnnhhh," she coughed and gagged around the hard-hitting spear as it dug into the back of her throat, "unnnhhh . . . unnnhhh . . . aaaarrrgghhh . . . " But her lips meshed down, even against her will, for this was the only way she could comfortably breathe and maintain herself while being thus violated. She wondered what her husband would say if he walked in just now, if he would brutally take on these convicts and come to her defense, or if he would perhaps be overwhelmed and defenseless upon seeing so much awful obscenity.
Suddenly, Kelly realized that her neck was no longer being held from behind by one of Marty's hands. Simultaneously, she realized that he had both of his hands down
TO on her large creamy breasts.. . that he was massaging her there, milking at her nipples with big callused fingers while slipping his hardened penis in and out of her mouth.
"Ooooh," she bleated pitiably around the thick column of cock-flesh as it jammed into her throat with relentless accuracy. No matter how she protested, however, he continued to thrust his hips forward and dig into her hot wet inner mouth with his hearty mushroom cockhead while at the same time rubbing her puckering nipples and excited, chilled breasts with his thick and experienced fingers.
"Aaahhh, she's hot and . . . and SWEET!" murmured Marty. "like a big ball of . . . butter!"
Kelly looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his face was contorted in lecherous concentration. His prick was throbbing between her ovaling wet lips, and there seemed to be no way in the world she could prevent him from consummating himself inside her throat. Her only hope was that he would spare her the humiliation of any further defilement.
But what hurt the young housewife the most, what shamed her the worst, was the incredible sensation that deep down inside she was actually finding the presence of a man's penis between her lips pleasurable! This notion more than the actual fucking in her face and into her throat was more devastating than any physical act could ever be. For it meant that truly she welcomed the humiliation . . . wanted to be shamed . . . longed for even more defilement. . . ! She put such thoughts out of her head and tried not to let herself give way and submit to any such notions whatsoever!
"Say," snapped Marty Kips, suddenly pulling his thickened glistening cock from the hot wet confines of the young housewife's buttery wet lips and letting a cool breeze cross his heated prick, "I've got an idea that might just help things some here . . . "
For the first time in what seemed like years, Kelly Neal breathed fully and easily. The hearty throbbing cock was out of her lips and pulsing lustily in Marty Kips' palm. Kelly sucked for breath and felt incredibly relieved just to be able to see the huge sexual implement instead of having to suck on it.
But just then Marty turned to Susan Potter and took her hand in his own. "Here," he said, guiding her long white fingers into place around his wet throbbing hot prick, "you feed it to her like a good little girl, eh? You give it to your virgin bridey-poo friend, eh?" He cackled somewhat and showed Susan what he intended her to do, how he wanted her to roll and massage the base of the thick cock stalk while guiding the head up and down and in and out of Kelly's wet lips.
"Oooh, yeah," he moaned gutturally as she caught on to how he wanted this new obscene action performed, "that's just the way I like it, honey. You get it going good now, rubbing and pressing there on her lips . . . And don't forget to use her tongue, too, will ya! Oooh, yeahh-hhhh, mmmm, good!"
He reached down and took Kelly Neal's face in his hands an pulled her without any further warning into his crotch, forcibly entering her throat with the head of his pulsating penis.
"Awk," she gagged against the mercilessly stabbing prick helmet as it descended the first quarter of her throat while Susan Potter guided it from the outside by holding onto the thickened base.
"Now my balls," grunted Marty Kips, intent on maximizing his pleasure from the two women at once. "Get hold of my balls honey."
He meant Susan. He grabbed her hand and placed her fingers down and under his scrotal sack, indicating quickly how he wanted her to clutch lightly at his lust-bloated balls, and how he intended for her to stay in that position while he wobbled and pressed and thrust forward with the shaft and arrow-tip of his penis into the depths of Kelly Neal's throat.
"Uuuuhh," moaned the nearly choking young bride, her inside neck chockfull of hot cock head and part of the thickened stem as well, "uuuhhh . . . uuuhhh . . . uuuuhhhhh!"
"Rub harder," hissed Marty Kips, his prick and balls nearly explosive at that very moment. "Rub harder, Susan, or I'm gonna . . . Aaaaahhh, yessssss . . . rub harder . . . yessssss. . . . "
Susan Potter had applied both hands to the convict's testicles and had taken to lightly massaging and squeezing his fully tightened, semen-churning nuts with the accuracy and lusty abilities of a professional lover. She was giving him the kind of ball-rubbing and milking that only an experienced willing woman can!
"OOooh, yeah, honey!" he moaned, looking at Susan instead of at Kelly below him whose mouth was full of his skewering cock. "You know what you're doing, don't you?! MMmmmm, yeah!"
"I suppose I know a little something," she said. "When I want to!" She smiled lecherously at the excited stranger and waited for his next command. She was, somehow, willing to submit to his desires, if only because she knew that any other mode of action was hopeless.
"Now squeeze tight. . ! Both of you squeeze! Now! NOW!" he moaned excitedly, pumping back and forth faster and more deliberately than ever. His hips and swinging pelvis took on a quick, rapid-stroke cadence, and then, suddenly, after five or ten sharp stabs into Kelly's throat, he stopped and started again, this time making four or five single strokes, each time stopping on the in-thrust, staying put with his cockhead buried in her throat.
Kelly sensed the onslaught of the stranger's searing orgasm. Something instinctive told her that he was about to spew forth his boiling wads of scalding cum, and to prevent herself from drowning in it, she'd taken on a matching rhythm of swallowing. She gulped in anticipation of this first violation of her mouth, and sure enough, when the eruption finally came, she was able to get down every last hot spewing drop of the sticky wet semen.
"Uuuuuhhh . . . uuuuhhhh uuuuuhhhh," she choked and gagged and gulped in rhythm with the stiffened pulsating cock that filled her mouth with cum.
"Aaaaahhhhh," groaned Marty Kips, suddenly relaxing and pushing Susan Potter's hands away from his testicles, "enough . . . Oooh, yes . . . Enough . . . " He pulled back and withdrew his deflating penis from the young Mrs. Neal's lips.
The tied bonded young woman licked her lips and sobbed simultaneously, unable to understand the horrible frightening sensations coursing through her veins after such humiliating debauchery. She watched with dull, glazed vision as the leader of this incredible trio of convicts sat back and huffed and puffed for breath. She only hoped that she'd experienced the worst of all this, and that now they would release her from the binding ropes and the chair.
"You know," said Marty when his panting slowed, "I think that little housewife could use a little stimulation of her own." His eyes fell on Susan Potter. "What about it, Sue? Don't you think your friend there deserves some caressing?"
Before Susan Potter could respond, the convict shoved her across the floor so that she fell at Kelly's naked feet, at the foot of the chair. The two naked and vulnerable women looked at one another, and clearly, it was Kelly who was the frightened one.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Susan, recovering from the shove.
"Eat her," said the sadistic Marty Kips. "Right boys?" he asked the other two men. "Isn't that what we'd like to see right now?"
"Why not?" asked Ted Alexander. "We got all day for everything else. Let's see how these two ladies really get along."
Link Kurtis nodded dumbly, unable to take his eyes off the sight of the two naked women. "Yeah," he said in a trance-like voice, "make her eat the other one's pussy. . . ! "
"You heard the man," said Marty Kips, licking his lips with devilish anticipation, "start eatin' her, Susan! Get yer face down there between her legs and eat out the hostess! Or do I have to talk you into it some?" He raised a hand, as if about to strike, and Susan Potter pressed her face between the bound, comely thighs of her voluptuous young friend, Kelly Neal.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, God, noooo!" shrieked the voluptuous redhead, her wild green eyes frantically averting the spectacle of her best friend's head bobbing into her crotch.
"Oooh, yeah," hissed Ted Alexander, happily pleased to see Susan Potter beginning to mouth the puckered splayed flesh of Kelly's vagina. "This is gonna be good! Let's untie her and do it that way, boss."
"Sure, Ted," said Marty Kips. "If that's what you want, why not?"
A moment later they had Kelly Neal untied and stretched spread-eagle between them on the living room carpet. She squirmed and wriggled for freedom, struggling to escape their powerfully gripping fingers and hands around her wrists and ankles, but she seemed powerless to affect any change in the plans of these hungrily lascivious men.
"Come on, Sue, baby," growled Marty who supervised as Ted and Link held Kelly spread-eagle and prepared for the sexual seduction by a female, "get down on yer girl friend's cunt-and make it snappy! You fake it, doll-face, and I'll bust your face out!"
"P-Please," begged Kelly from the floor, her large creamy breasts quivering with fear, her lips trembling anxiously as Susan descended from above, landing on hands and knees on the floor, "d-don't do it, Susan! P-please. . . ? "
"I'm sorry," said the other young woman, "but I think it's better to cooperate with them." She pulled back a lock of her long black hair behind her ear, and, kneeling between Kelly's splayed naked thighs, bowed down close to Kelly's quivering vagina.
First she put her hands to the tops of the young housewife's legs and smoothed the chilled skin. Her fingers crept inch by inch up into the pubic area until with the index finger of either hand she held the large, moist labia of Kelly's glistening wet cuntal aperture wide apart. The shining rose-colored entrance to the young woman's pussy gleamed like a crimson-colored pearl, beckoning to be filled.
"Look at that hot little tunnel," said Marty Kips with special glee in his voice that reflected his obscene desires. "Oooh, yeah, this is gonna be something!"
"She looks good enough to fuck, boss," said Ted Alexander who craned his neck so as to be able to see around Susan who was bent in front of him between Kelly's legs.
"Not just yet," said Marty Kips. "First things first, Ted. Let little Susan get her all revved up-and then you can have some fun with her pussy. After me, of course!"
Susan Potter was pressing her tongue against the outside rim of Kelly's vagina. Hoping to avoid this lewd activity for as long as possible, Kelly pulled her hips downwards and away from the approaching wet stimulator, Susan's little tongue. She dug her naked buttocks into the carpet below, wriggling downwards so as to keep her body away from her girl friend's advances.
"Ain't she cute?" said Marty Kips, kneeling down beside Kelly's breasts. "She thinks she can get away from it! Ha! She's a brave one, alright. Got to hand her that much!" And then he reached out and took her naked shivering breasts in both hands, massaging the two resilient white mounds while watching Susan Potter going to work down below in Kelly's cunt.
"Ooooh, please," moaned Kelly, her body suddenly quivering and chilling with unwanted life, "noooo . . . stopppppp.. . ! "
But there seemed to be no way to make them understand. Susan Potter was still proceeding with that darting little tongue of hers, running it up and down the sheath of Kelly's vagina like a pressing finger. It seemed strangely alive, that tongue, as it rubbed at the sensitized flesh of Kelly's pussy, hotly clasping from time to time at this or that part of her clitoris. "Nooo more," she begged softly, her voice indicating a new note of submissiveness, as if she were slowly but surely sinking into an unavoidable mire of sexual humiliation. She could feel the hot flames of passion suggestively licking at her slick inner loins, climbing up around her girlish hips and smoothing out in a raging heat in her long, sleek belly.
That hot wet tongue, so much like a flaccid penis, was running up and down between the labia of Kelly's pussy . . . and there was no denying that the tickling wet flesh was having an effect. Something unexpected was taking charge of Kelly Neal's hips . . . and a heat was building in her belly.. . deep in her belly where she'd least expected it!
"Ooooh, no more!" she bleated, opening her tear-filled eyes and looking at the places on her breasts where Marty Kips squeezed and massaged her with his hands. His stubby relentless fingers clutched and rolled the silky flesh of her breasts, and from time to time he plucked one of her nipples up with two fingers and rolled it back and forth. Merely the sight of this strange man working her breasts in this manner frightened and repulsed Kelly
Neal. "Please," she moaned, "please. . . ? "
"Shut-up, you little bitch, or I'll start squeezing a little harder. You wouldn't like that, would you? If I left some marks, just for hubby?" He cackled under his breath and leaned down to her breast with his open mouth. He took her nipple between his teeth and pressed lightly, and then he applied his tongue to the tip of her breast and wet the hot cherry flesh just slightly.
The combined feel of Susan Potter's roving tongue in Kelly's vagina, along with Marty Kips's rubbing tongue on Kelly's breast and nipple, gave the young housewife an incredible sudden electric-like Shockwave of stimulation. It was as if she'd suddenly been given an injection of fresh energy, enough speedy stimulant to make her body begin protesting all over again!
"Stop that!" she cried out, struggling to free her wrists from the grip of the man who held her from above. "Let go of me!"
"No way, baby-doll," said Link, his voice dumb with anticipation as he pictured himself fucking the young housewife in the cunt. "We're all gonna get ourselves a turn with you, baby, and it's gonna serve you right!"
"Oooh, God," groaned Kelly, unable to understand the notion that perhaps that was the truth, that they were all of them going to fuck her. She felt her body convulse at the notion, her thighs going momentarily limp as she mentally succumbed to three men and one woman. Wasn't it enough that they had already defiled her in such a way that she was permanently humiliated? What pleasure would there really be in it for all of them to have intercourse with her? The idea, for just a moment, loomed in her mind as a kind of grotesque punishment. . .
She'd have gone on thinking like this, but Susan Potter's tongue pressed inwards and filled the depths of Kelly's pussy, bringing her suddenly upwards, forcing her to arch her back and swing her hips, like a fish flipping around on deck out of water. "Uuuuuuhhhh," she moaned in response to the unwanted titillation in her vagina, "ssstop!"
"Now you got her good, Susan," cheered Ted Alexander, enjoying the thrill of watching the oral spectacle. He had in addition a full view of Susan Potter's peeled open buttocks as that woman leaned over Kelly's cunt and labored to stimulate it. He could see Susan's little brown hole and the puckering sphincter, and it was everything he could do to control himself, to keep holding onto Kelly's ankles instead of lifting up one hand and quickly prodding the little brown eye with one sharp finger. He resisted the temptation, however, mostly because Kelly had begun to writhe for freedom.
"She's gettin' stronger, boss," said Ted.
"Yeah," said Marty, leaving go of Kelly's breasts and sitting back for a moment, watching her nipples twitch and keeping an eye on her firm breasts, "it's because of Susan's handy work down there."
They regarded the way Susan's tongue was sliding and slipping and digging in every now and then to Kelly's hot wet pussy. The more liberated woman seemed to know exactly what to do in order to stimulate Kelly's inexperienced cunt.
"I'm gettin' another hard-on," groaned Marty Kips, lasciviously rubbing his trousers where a large bulge had begun to show. "Maybe I'll get me some rubbin' on her tits again!"
"Why not?" said Ted. "I don't think she'd mind. And even if she did-what could she do about it?! "
"Yeah," said Marty Kips pulling his big turgid prick out of his pants and revealing once again the angry red spongy cap. He pressed his palm down over the cap and rubbed a few times just to be sure he was ready. Then he kneeled next to Kelly's writhing form and pressed the underside of his thickened penis against the young housewife's jutting nipple and chilled, resilient breast. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, slowly rocking his hips back and forth so as to get a rubbing action going, "this is gonna be just right. . . Mmmmm, yeahhhh.. . ! "
Kelly opened her eyes and tried to concentrate on what she saw going on in front of her. Only inches from her face a thickened meaty erection pressed on her breasts and skimmed along the sensitized skin of her upwardly distended nipple. Somehow it took a moment or two for the idea to register in her lust-numbed brain.
"Oooh, God," she cried out softly with animalish like frenzy. She was suffering from a wanton arousal that she'd not intended having. And she could feel Susan
Potter's voraciously sucking lips at work between her splayed loins. It seemed that there was no end to the stimulating sexual activities these people intended for her body.
She looked again at the thickened hardness rubbing along the tip of her nipple, and she thought she could feel a raging genital heat emanating from the turgid penis and lost-bloated balls as the man's hips rocked him to and fro on her voluptuous breasts
Down below she sensed that her cuntal sheath had become coated with juices from her inner vagina, and she knew that somehow the active licking and sucking from Susan was taking its toll. Kelly's body was responding to this oral assault in her pussy, whether she liked it or not!
"Okay, Susan, baby," someone called out suddenly, and Kelly knew for sure that it just had to be Marty. "Get off of her!"
The intense licking ceased. So did the stimulating rubbing of Kelly's breasts. "Just hold that one still," said Marty, "cause I wanna see something from this one here." He grabbed Susan Potter by the arm. "You been doin' such a nice job lickin' and suckin' yer friend off, I thought maybe you'd like to give yourself some stimulatin', too, eh?" He had his penis in his hand while he shoved the girl onto the floor. He stood above her, rubbing his cock and telling her, "Now, Miss Experience, show us all how you do yourself! Go on, start on it!"
He sat down across from her, rubbing his prick with slow strokes while watching the young woman tentatively begin to rub the area between her legs around her vagina. "Go on," he said, "do it like you mean it!" Then he turned to the others and said to Ted and Link, "This ought to be good, guys. Nothin' like watching a girl with big tits jackin' herself, is there!? ! Oooh, yeah, nize! Real nize, baby! Do yourself up right!"
Susan tried not to think about the fact that the men were watching her, that Kelly Neal sat across from her staring with a look of repulsion on her face. Instead, Susan moved her lightly caressing fingers up and down between her thighs and tried to think of pleasant thoughts that would keep her mind off of the more painful realities around her.
She set her fingers into action to fondle the fleshy folds of her hair-fringed pussy, spreading the pouting lips so that the soothing massage of her fingertips could take over . . . and the flames of her desires began to burn like a blowtorch between her legs!
Mmmmmm, it was so nice and hard that one time with Jack Neal, she told herself, remembering her adulterous contact with her friend's new husband. If Kelly knew about that she'd have a fit.. . But his prick was so good. . . the way he pushed it in and out of me. I could barely get it all inside me . . . that's how big he was. . . God, I wish it were him instead of these thugs . . . But that's okay, sex is sex, anyhow, and this is gonna be alright. . . Ooooh, yes, it's gonna be better than alright . . . really . . . Mmmmmm . . . really.. . !
She spread apart the pliant rubbery lips of her vagina and her fingers rippled along the naked hair-fringed fissure of her sizzling steaming cunt, urging her to blind fulfillment as her hips began a sensuous humping movement back and forth, grinding her naked white buttocks slowly and soothingly along the carpet below.
"Look at her go, boss," drooled Link
Kurtis, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he watched the young girl's fingers disappearing up into the depths of her belly.
Susan began to move in deeper, more sexual motions now as her fingertips took special time to encircle the throbbing nerve-laden bud of her clitoris and then cradled it lovingly, appreciatively, like a single priceless pearl!
"Uuuuhhhmmmm. . . ! " Her lips trembled with a sigh of intense pleasure, and she found herself staring across the room at Marty Kips' big hard cock. He was fondling himself and watching Susan masturbate. The sight of his huge penis and his hand moving tantalizingly up and down the length of the thick stalk gave Susan Potter an even more intense thrill than she'd had the moment before. "Gawd," she cried out to herself, "it's so big!! "
And she quickly re-applied herself to running her fingers up and down the leafy, moist folds of her puckering vagina. Wave after wave of naked excitement went shuddering through her young voluptuous body, and into the tips of her jiggling, full breasts came the raw thrill of titillating lust!
"Aiiieehhhh," she gasped under her breath as she stared at the lewdly reddened tip of Marty Kips' long hard cock while she stroked the curvy tip of her clitoris. Her mind reeled with the sheer carnality of her desires and she let it roam . . . let the images flash luridly across the inside of her mind.
She saw herself voraciously sucking Marty's big hot cock, and then she imagined herself simultaneously stroking one of the other men, and finally she pictured herself being fucked and massaged simultaneously . . . big firm hands rubbing her tender, galvanized flesh . . . hard-digging fingers molding her body's curvaceous nakedness into a final peak of perfect eroticism!
"Mmmmm," she murmured, coming back to her senses as she felt the swollen hugeness of her clitoris between her fingers, pulsing with aroused sexuality as her naked loins quivered and humped sensuously in a rhythm of utter abandonment. Presently, a wave of ripple-like ecstasy surged up from her triple-revved thighs and shivered down her naked flesh as she hotly wiggled under the intense pressure of her own digging, masturbating fingers.. . !
"Oh! . . . OH! . . . Ohhhhhh!"
She moaned aloud, now completely unaware of the others in the room with her as her body burst into orgasm with an exquisite eruption of colors and sensations in her mind that nearly blacked her out as it heightened to a whirling crescendo and began to level off. Both hands coursed down between her thighs, all her fingers digging mercilessly at the ragged pink lips of her cunt as she shuddered again and again before sinking into the deep relaxation of post-orgasmic satisfaction that consumed her naked, sweating body.
She heaved a sigh of incredible relief and opened her eyes for the first time since entering into a state of climax. Kelly Neal was slowly shaking her head from side to side in disbelief. Marty Kips sat with his cock in hand, the head of it bursting with fiery redness, as if he, too, was about to pump into explosive sensual satisfaction. But he had stopped manipulating himself, so excellent was the sight of Susan Potter's self-abuse. The other two men, Link and
Ted, still held Kelly Neal by the wrists and ankles, but she'd stopped resisting them so their jobs were fairly easy.
"She really got it off," Link was saying dumbly, his big features contorted with lusty approval.
"Shut up," said Marty, getting to his feet. "Keep that one there under wraps," he said absent-mindedly. "I got some personal business to attend to with this little babe. Upstairs and alone!"
He took Susan Potter by the arm and snatched her quickly upwards to her feet. "Watch it," she moaned, but he merely pushed her ahead of him, his eyes following carefully the swell and swing of her two naked buttocks and softly shifting hips.
He pushed her up the stairs, and a few moments later the threesome, Ted, Link and the captive housewife, Kelly Neal, began to hear the screams, moans, and squeaking spring sounds that could only signal one thing: upstairs a very passionate intercourse was in progress!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack Neal sat high up above West Los Angeles in his swivel chair facing away from his desk looking out across the wet, rainy city. Far in the distance he thought he could make out Memorial Tower, the biggest landmark in Dover City. "I sure hope she figures out what kind of sex I like real soon," murmured Jack under his breath. "Would make my life so-oo much easier . . . "
Jack didn't realize it, but his secretary was standing just a few paces behind him. Having entered the room and discovering her boss in this contemplative mood, Ellen Connors said nothing. She merely listened and watched and when she understood that Jack Neal was suffering from sexual deprivation, she simply made up her mind to help out.
"Oh, Jack," she said, interrupting on purpose just now, and sure enough, startled and surprised, Jack swung around in his chair.
"Ellen! I didn't know you were there!"
"I know," she said, coming toward him as seductively as a big tame jungle cat, her eyes as wild and fiery as could be, "and I bet you didn't know I overheard you complaining some about your wife . . . and sex, either?"
Jack blushed mildly as the secretary, who was known in the offices on that floor as the most seductive and the most voluptuous divorcee around, approached him. "Honey," she continued, sitting down on the side of his desk so as to allow her short black skirt to go riding up on her thighs, "I know so much more than I ever let on-you just wouldn't believe it!" She reached out and let her fingers go sliding gently along Jack Neal's upper arm.
Jack smiled at his appealing secretary. He liked the looks of her lovely green eyes, for that was also the color of his wife's eyes. He was a sucker for green eyes, and just now, as the attractive blonde secretary ran her hands down his arm in the most tantalizing and obvious manner possible, he wondered if he wasn't quickly falling in love.
"I know you only just got married," said the secretary, her breasts jutting outwards in the full cups that supported them in her filmy white blouse, "but maybe that's why I find you . . . well, sexy! You know what I mean? There's something wonderful about seducing a man who just took the vows! Mmmmmm?"
"I wouldn't know," said Jack, reluctantly admitting that in another minute he would give way to this spurious seduction, would actually try to fuck his secretary after only having just been married.
"Maybe it's like you look virginal to me," suggested the young blonde, green-eyed woman, her gaze flashing lust and intrigue. "The same way, if you know what I mean, that a virgin can be attractive to a man?"
"I don't know," said Jack.
"Why don't we find out for sure?" said Ellen Connors, sitting up closer to Jack and swivelling around so that she landed with her wide, full bottom plunk on his knee. She faced him and ran her hand around the side of his face, touching his chin with two fingers and thus pulling his lips up next to her own. She kissed him hard and fast on the mouth, giving him a quick feel of the wet slipperiness of her tongue, and then she became more languorous, as if the first kiss was just a nervous formality and this second, longer, lustier version was the real McCoy. When she pulled away they were both panting mildly, dazed, as if hit in the face by a couple of roundhouse punches that took them by surprise.
"Well," droned Jack, his eyes dilating and glazing over with a proper lusty response, "I guess this means that maybe I'm not as honest a man as I told the preacher and my new wife that I was?"
"Not at all," said Ellen Connors, her eyes flirting with his. "You didn't stand a chance . .She stood up off of his lap and began slowly unbuttoning her filmy white blouse. When the cups of her brassiere came into view, and when he could see the milky white tops of her full voluptuous breasts, Jack Neal stood up and walked to the other side of the room and put the latch on the door. He came back slowly, loosening his tie on the way.
"Yeah," hissed Ellen Connors in a low, guttural voice as she watched Jack Neal beginning to unbutton his shirt. "I've waited for this for a while, Jack Neal," she told him saucily, now removing her blouse all together and beginning with her skirt.
She looked over her shoulder and flirted with the notion that the people thirty-seven stories down below could look up and see her getting naked in the window of her boss's office. "You think they know what they're missing?" she asked, pulling down the zipper on her black skirt and removing the garment by stepping out from it.
"You look real nice, Ellen," said Jack Neal, his eyes drinking in the lovely voluptuous figure of his semi-naked secretary. She was still wearing her brassiere, panties, stockings and heels, and she was every bit as tantalizing as when she'd been fully clothed-even more so now!
"Thanks, Jack," said the secretary in a lusty whisper. "Why don't you come over here and help me with the rest of this paraphernalia? Mmmmmm?"
She looked like a little flesh sex kitten, and he had every intention of doing just that-helping her! He could just about taste what it was going to be like to get his cock into her cunt, and to get one of those big creamy breasts into his mouth. . . ! Mmmmmm . . . it was going to be super-nice!
"Maybe I'll help you some first," she suggested, joining him on his side of the desk where he'd finished removing his shirt. Her quick fingers took hold of the clasp that held his pants shut and then one hand slid into the inside crotch of his trousers and rounded out over the growing protuberance of his stiffening penis. "I think I've found something that your new wife left unattended to, Jack. . . ! It's big. . . and hard . . . and . . . and it's getting even bigger . . ! MMMMMM!"
And with that she withdrew her hand from inside his trousers and undid his belt completely. She helped pull his pants off of his hips and then hooked her fingers on the inside of the elastic of his underwear and pulled the briefs down and over his thickened erect prick.
"Well, well, well," she sighed upon seeing his hefty seven inch prick, "just look what we have here!" She took hold of his thickened penis with one hand and rubbed the head with the other, slowly and confidently applying pressing massages to the tip and the sides of the shaft. She worked the thing with two quick tugs and a couple of squeezes into a powerful hardness, one more erotic and more exciting than anything Jack had felt in more than a month of married life with Kelly.
"Sheeeze!" he groaned. "Now I know what I been missing! I knew there was something!"
"Oh, Jack," hummed Ellen Connors, falling to her knees and wetting her thick moist lips with her little pink tongue, "let me suck it, honey . . . Let me show you what a real woman does with a big hard cock like yours. . . ! "
Before Jack could utter a single encouraging word, Ellen Connors had ovaled her lips and surrounded the head of Jack's cock with tongue and mouth. "Mmmmm," she hummed, slipping the huge blood-thickened stiffness into the depths of her throat, so much so that it bulged in her neck, "ahhhhhhh . . . mmmmmmmm!" With her fingers she cupped his tightening testicles and chilled scrotal sack, carefully massaging the egg-shaped orbs simultaneous to sucking the hotly stiffened penis with her tongue and lips.
"Ooooh, baby," hissed Jack, snorting for breath as he enjoyed watching the lewd spectacle of his cock sliding out of sight in Ellen's wetly massaging lips, "you give head like your mouth's a vagina or something! It's terrific!"
"Mmmmmm," nodded the dutiful secretary, quickly withdrawing her lips to the point where they only surrounded the spongy bulging tip of Jack's penis, so that she could talk a little: "I learned to suck cock," she said softly, "when I was a kid. Other girls said I was a fool and that I was going to get myself into a lot of trouble that way, but hell, I loved the feel of a big fat hard cock cuming in my mouth, me swallowing down all that delicious semen, ya know, and well.. . " Her voice trailed off and Jack
Neal lunged knowingly forward: she wanted his prick again!
"Ahhhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeahhhhh," he hummed in delight with his eyes tightly closed while enjoying the gentle wet pressure of her hot lips and lashing tongue curling around the purplish cap of his throbbing member. "More . . . more, baby . . . I just love it!"
A moment later she removed his thick pulsating penis from the hot moist confines of her mouth. "Say," moaned Jack, "what gives? I thought you were gonna suck me off all the way?"
"Hang on," she soothed him, "I just wanna show you a thing or two more that maybe you've been missin' with your new bride."
And with that she let loose of his thick cock and began undoing the big cups that held her smooth, voluptuous breasts upright. The two creamy breasts came smoothly pouring out and down from the loosened brassiere, like a couple of flesh waterfalls. The pointy pink tips jutted out to the sides like little marshals that led the breasts wherever they went!
"Ooooh, yeah," moaned Jack Neal upon seeing such a lovely pair of creamy resiliencies, "I got to get my hands on those!"
"Do ya?" asked Ellen Connors, a sly smile creeping into her lips. She reached out and took his cock once again into her fingers and voraciously licked it, spreading a thin coating of saliva up and down the hotly pulsing shaft and around and around the thickened crown of the spongy cap. Then she shuffled forward on her knees and pressed the thick stiffness between her breasts and folded them around it.
"Oooh . . ! Gawd. . . ! Fuck.. . ! " grunted Jack Neal, taken by surprise by the suddenly electric thrills that rolled up and down the shaft of his cock. "Jesus!"
"Yeah, baby," said the proud, voluptuous secretary, her smile broadening, "and that's only the beginning!" She began humping her shoulders up and down so as to jiggle her white breasts from side to side around Jack's flesh-sandwiched prick.
"Uuuuhhh, God," he grunted, delighted with this new savage combo of breast and cock. "That's something my wife and I would never have thought of! Oooh, yeah, baby-good!"
Ellen sat back after a few more pumps and took Jack's prick in her hands again, this time rubbing softly, especially lightly, making little feathery strokes up and down the ridged thickness with her fingers, tingling the hardened shaft until Jack could hardly stand it.
"Leave go," he said, "I wanna get the rest of the way undressed. Jesus, I haven't even seen your pussy yet! Do you believe it?"
"Mmmmm, yes," smiled Ellen Connors, happy to have so inspired her boss, the deprived husband. She never really understood how a man could settle for a girl or a lady who didn't get passionate, who didn't love a good hard cock. She herself loved to lick a prick, to make it stiff and to swallow the semen, to get it going in her cunt and hump all night. There just wasn't anything that would satisfy her more. So she sympathized with Jack and his problems with his new wife, and she was only too happy to help try and change things on that score.
She undressed quickly, revealing her long golden thighs and her slick loins and the lovely knit of her pubic hair. Underneath, she showed Jack right away, were her two big glistening thick wet pussy lips. "Just see how nice and moist I am? Does your wife get like that?"
"Not like that," said Jack, staring at the openly splayed vaginal sheath, noting the way everything shined and glistened with wetness from within. "She gets wet, but she doesn't get like that!"
"And I bet you never saw her use one of these, either, Jack," added the voluptuous secretary who reached for her purse which she'd left lying on the desk when she first entered the office. She reached inside the leather bag and brought out a small, plastic object that looked like a pen, only a little fatter. She switched something at the back of the item and it began vibrating. Then, slowly but surely, she applied it to the in-sides of her pussy, moving the vibrating phallic-like object up and down her wet cuntal sheath, applying it especially to the area around her hardening damp clit.
"Oooh, no, she never used one of those," said Jack. "I don't believe it!" His eyes were nearly popping out of his head with wonderment and amazement to see such wanton physical stimulation. The secretary worked the little electric dildo up and down her vaginal lips, in and out of the tunnel itself, and then she stroked into her belly until the little electric phallus was completely out of sight inside her cunt.
"I'll be damned," said Jack, pulling the secretary's hand away from her vagina. Out came the little vibrator. Jack pressed forward, jamming his mouth against Ellen's. No longer was he able to withstand the temptation to fuck this young woman on his office floor.
He shoved his tongue into the depths of her throat and began pumping and hammering with his hips until his thickened cockshaft rode along the inside of her hot slick loin and pressed titillatingly against the puckering moist lips of her vagina. The spongy tip of his cockhead rolled along the puckering pink labia of her pussy and jammed forward into the deep satiny pocket of her cunt.
"Arrrgghhh, yes!" exclaimed the delighted secretary, so happy to have her boss's thickened prick stalk deep inside her undulating belly. "I love it! Oh, God, how I love it! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me!"
Jack had waited for a month to hear such words from his beloved young wife, and here and now with one single tough piston-like stroke, he'd gotten the perfect reaction from his secretary! Damn, he hissed in his mind, when I get home I'm gonna give that wife of mine a talking to like she's never believed possible!
Ellen Connors reached around and took hold of Jack's hairy muscular buttocks. She squeezed and massaged the cheeks of his ass while humping upwards in search of more and more of his hard-driving prick for her insatiably easy pussy!
"Gimme that cock, man," she groaned, slapping the cool, naked white plane above her vagina up into his pelvis. "Make me cummmm . . . Mmmmm, Jack! Yes-sss!"
She rolled her hips from side to side so as to make his thick penis rub on the oily, slippery labia of her pussy. Then she reached down between their two sweaty bodies and took hold of his cock with her hand. She guided the head of the throbbing member against her stiffened clitoris, rolling that spongy surface against her own pearl-like nerve-laden bud. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, using his prick like a flesh-dildo, "make me hotter, Jack! Make me so hot I just have to . . . cummmmm!"
Jack's prick slipped out of Ellen's fingers and dug into the depths of her cunt one more time. With this triumphant stroke, however, he landed all of his incredible member inside her vagina, and the young secretary let out a holler of satisfaction, "Ooooh, Jack." It was lucky for Jack Neal that he lifted his hand and temporarily gagged Ellen, for otherwise her erotic wail would have been heard outside of the office doors.
"Oooh, fuck," she murmured after that, her eyes dilating wide and her nostrils flaring open for breath. Jack reached down and took hold of the buttery rounds of her bottom cheeks and massaged and kneaded that smooth slickness. He let one finger slide upwards to go slipping in the hairless groove between her ass-cheeks, and then he pumped even harder into Ellen's vagina with his thick, hammering cock.
"Oooh, pooh, oooh," moaned the ecstatic secretary as long sweetly rolling waves of liquid heat began to emanate from her cunt and undulate up and down Jack's stiffness. "I'm-I'm-Ooooh, Jack.. . ! " she cried out softly like a bleating lamb properly prepared for slaughter. "Oooooh!" no
He could feel something that he'd been wanting to feel with his wife-the sweet heated liquids of orgasmic climax pouring from the young divorced secretary's hotly orgasming pussy. It was the thrill of her orgasmic involvement that made his own pleasure that much more intense.
The rippling waves of her climaxing vagina squeezed his cock like a tightly-gloved satin fist, rubbing and milking him, stimulating in him the triggering action that could only bring him into ejaculation.
"Oooh, baby," he moaned animalishly in her ear, his breath coming faster and faster as he continued to hammer his cock upwards into the depths of her seething belly, "this is the way it was meant to be . . . Ooooh, yeah, this is real. . . SEX!"
With that simple statement, Jack Neal felt his lust-bloated balls begin to explode. It was as if it all happened in slow motion, and he thought he could feel his boiling semen starting the climb upwards from inside his lust-churning testicles, starting up the long thick pulsating shaft of his blood-engorged-prick, and shooting outwards from the tiny slit in the end of his mushroom head, beginning to fill up, with ill salvo after salvo, Ellen Connor's voraciously pumping pussy!
"Ooooh . . . ooooh . . . ooooh," she wailed as each explosive wad careened into the satiny back walls and moist folds of her deep inner vagina. Everything was hot and sticky there, as though it was the most primitive and last stronghold on earth!
Jack Neal felt protected and satisfied as he filled the long smooth undulating tunnel of Ellen's vagina with the last of his semen. His prick began to deflate and he quickly withdrew and lay off of the secretary on the floor.
"Oooh," she moaned, "I wish we could do it longer . . . more . . . " She leaned over his hot sweaty crotch and took his softening penis in her fingers She curled her little white fingers around it and licked the semen drops that remained on the head of the spongy red cap. She liked sucking him off the rest of the way, and enjoyed pulling from his softening prick the very last drop of his milky cum.
"Oooh, yes," she moaned after she'd licked his cock dry, "this is the way it should be, Jack Neal. This is what love-sex is all about!"
"Yes, I know," said Jack, thinking about his reluctant wife. "I think I'm going to have to have a good long talk with Kelly when I get home tonight." Inside, Jack was burning mad! His wife had been holding out on him! After all, Kelly was every bit as pretty as Ellen-she was just so inhibited! It irked him to think that while he was spending his life married to Kelly, he could have been out having some hot lusty real sex with a woman like Ellen.
He made up his mind right then and there that when he arrived home that night he would have a word with his prudish young bride . . . and if she didn't cooperate . . . well . . . there was always Ellen Connors!
CHAPTER NINE
"Come here, Kelly," said Ted Alexander, his eyes gleaming with a full view of the naked young housewife.
Kelly had stood up from the sofa, having caught her captors a little bit by surprise. She was backing toward the hallway that led to the front door. "Keep away," she said, "or I'll scream!"
Tentatively, more worried that Marty Kips would come angrily from upstairs, Ted approached Kelly Neal. "You come here quietly," he said, "or I'm gonna have to hurt you. Ya understand?"
"N-No," said the slightly battered young bride, her face a contorted picture of fear and abused lust. "I d-don't want to!" Her lips were trembling and her face was a crimson red.
Just then Ted Alexander lept upon her, grabbing her by the arm before she could escape his reach. She struggled and whimpered as he pulled her wriggling naked body back into the living room. Link Kurtis stood by ready to aid in subduing her, and before she knew it, Kelly Neal was once again held stretched and spread-eagle between the two men. They held her naked and vulnerable and defenseless on the living room floor.
"What the hell we gonna do?" asked Ted, half-scolding himself for even thinking that he might get a decent answer from the dumbbell, Link Kurtis. He looked down at the lewdly splayed lips of Kelly Neal's puckering moist vagina. "She might be trying to escape, but her cunt looks like it wants to be fucked! Check it out, Link."
Link leaned over Kelly's trembling naked thighs and nearly pressed his face into position against the defensively puckering gash. Kelly was trying her best to squeeze her pussy closed, almost as if she really thought she had a chance of denying the two men access to the hot little tunnel between her legs.
"Please don't," she begged desperately as the bigger of the two men, Link, reached in with one hand and began pressing his fingers against her swollen, involuntarily aroused pussy lips. "I-I don't want you to d-do that," she stammered hopefully.
Link jammed his thumb up into the tight wet corridor of Kelly's cunt. She arched her smooth belly and pressed her well-rounded buttocks downwards into the carpet underneath her, wriggling away like an impaled worm, stuck as she was by the big grinding thumb in her vagina.
"Noooh," she moaned pitiably as Link added yet another finger to his massage action.
"She's as slippery as an oil slick, man!" he exclaimed under his breath to Ted Alexander. "We got to use her, man. We got to use and abuse her right away!"
"Yes we do," boomed Marty Kips from the stairway. He stood naked and eyeing the scene in the living room. Apparently, he'd finished fucking Susan Potter, who stood tremblingly behind him on the staircase, and how he was ready to tame the young housewife herself. "I think Link is a little smarter than we give him credit for," said the gang leader as he nakedly approached the place in the living room where the two men held Kelly Neal captive on the floor. "I think we ought to introduce Mrs. Neal to one of life's rare pleasures, don't you think so, Ted? Wha' ya say we all get completely naked and show Mrs. Neal what real sex is all about, eh?"
"Oooh, yeah," hissed Ted, "I think she's ready to learn how to play with the big kids now . . . " He let loose of Kelly's ankles, and Link removed his thumb from the confines of her pussy.
She was, suddenly, completely free. At least no one was holding onto her hands and her ankles. She sat up and backed off against the sofa behind her. But even though no one held her by the limbs, she was now completely surrounded by the three naked men. And behind them, like some sort of supervisor, was Susan Potter, also naked, also watching.. . watching and waiting. . .
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" she squealed in sudden desperation at the naked men. "Please . . . Noooo . . . Please.. . ? " Slowly but surely they were coming towards her. Marty Kips was massaging his penis, rubbing it, and Link was actually tugging on his own cock. Ted Alexander was the first one to reach for her, pulling her up off the floor and into his arms and forcing a kiss upon her. Even as she wriggled and groaned in his arms, she could feel behind her a pair of hands clutching the cheeks of her ass, kneading the resiliently smooth flesh of her well-rounded buttocks.
"Stop that," she snapped angrily, defensively, as the hands continued to knead her supple buttocks, and before she could resist him, Ted had grabbed her up against his mouth again, running his thick hungrily seeking lips against the warm deep hollow of her smooth hot neck. He held her against his body, crushing her fully voluptuous womanly breasts against his naked chest.
"Honey, why don't you slow down some and enjoy yourself," said Marty Kips, speaking almost directly in her ear in a sadistic whisper. "It's gonna happen whether you like it or not, you know? It's gonna happen.. . ! "
She felt her body being turned and twisted, like a pig on a skewer, and she was being picked up and turned sideways. It was Link and he'd grabbed her by the ankles. The whole living room was turning and twisting sideways, wrapping around itself, and she ended up dizzily on her back again. "Noooo," she moaned as a pair of hands clutched at her thighs and drew her long, lithe legs apart and open.
"Yeah," said a voice, "look at her cunt now!" She thought it was Link again, but things were blurry and she could hardly tell who was doing what. The fingers worked around the cheeks of her ass, folded into her hot slick naked loins and something pushed punishingly and quickly in one long smooth thrust up into the depths of her wetly seething vagina. Against her will, she found herself giving forth with an involuntary sight of pleasure, as if she'd been longing for that single deep-thrusting fist-like punch in the cunt for a long long time.
"Oooooh," she sobbed, opening her eyes wide and discovering herself on her belly, face down on one of the men's bodies. She realized instantly that it was Link Kurtis, that he was beneath her just now and that the fist which worked into her cunt wasn't a fist any more but a long hard cock.
Everything was happening so fast that Kelly could hardly believe it. It was as if all of her resistance had been knocked down at once, the way a hurricane levels a small town in a matter of seconds, and she found herself writhing worm-like on a huge erection, a stiff skewering cock that jammed upwards and grinded against the smooth satiny inner flesh of her flexing vagina.
"Wh-Wh-What? What are you doing?" she asked the big man who rode upwards with his hips from under her. "What are you doing to me?" She was like the punch-drunk boxer who fights but no longer knows why. Her body rolled left and right as she pondered her situation, realizing that she was being violated, not understanding why, perplexed by her body's traitorous responses. Somehow they'd rolled her off of her back a moment before, and now she was being penetrated from below . . . penetrated from below . . . penetrated from.. . !
"Oooooh, God," she cried out, suddenly startled into the consciousness from which she'd slipped a few moments before, "stop! No! Stop!"
She arched her back and pressed upwards with her hands on Link's big muscular shoulders, hoping that she could lever herself off of his upwardly swinging hips. No matter how she attempted to move, though, there seemed to be something pressing her from behind, keeping her in this desperate, humiliating circumstance.
She craned her neck backwards, and then she realized what was going on. Marty Kips and Ted Alexander sat on either side of her body holding her down, pressing on the backs of her thighs and on her white, defensive buttocks, keeping her vagina flush with the pelvis of the man under her.
"Oooh," whimpered Kelly, unable to understand why they were forcing her this way, "please . . . stop . . . I don't want you to . . . I don't like it.. . "
"Now, now," Marty snickered, "tell the truth. You love it, don't you? You just love it!" And with a resounding clap, he smacked his open palm at her left buttock, slapping it in a loud cracking spank!
"Iiiieeeehh," moaned the young housewife, hurt and pained by the humiliating slap to her naked ass-cheek, "please . . . no more!"
"She loves it," said Ted. "Who'd have thought?! " And he, too, opened his hand and smacked Kelly's tender white bottom cheek with a resounding slap!
"Ahhhhiiiieee," she cried out, the tears of subjugation and humiliation rising up in her eyes and overflowing so that she could no longer stand it. "Pleeeeaassseee," she begged in a long, tearful wail, still growing more and more conscious of the impaling thickness that drove upwards in her wriggling hot wet pussy tunnel. "Noooo more! Please!"
"Ah, can it," said Marty Kips. "We're not only gonna give you more, honey, but something you ain't never had before! Come here, Susan, and help out some!"
He turned to Susan Potter who was watching the debacle of her friend's physical violation with mixed feelings. On the one hand, Susan felt that Kelly was being terribly violated. But on the other, she thought that perhaps the young bride might have enjoyed things just a little more, considering, that is, that there was no way of avoiding the three gangsters. "What do you want me to do?" she asked Marty.
"I want you to lick her out some," said Marty Kips. "On your hands and knees--here!" He pointed to the space between the backs of Kelly's legs.
In that narrow area Susan Potter could see the stalk of Link's broadly stiffened penis skewering upwards between Kelly Neal's outwardly stretched moist cuntal lips. The long hard-ridged shank of his driving column of cock flesh was enveloped in the moist folds of labia and interior pussy sheath as it drilled up and down visibly. Just above, puckering angrily and defensively, Kelly Neal's virginal anus winked and circularly contracted from time to time in a devilishly tempting rhythm that matched the penetration of her vagina. Ted Alexander held the two white buttocks wide spread so as to make the young housewife's cunt and everything else completely open to view.
"Please, I'd rather not do that," said Susan Potter to Marty Kips. "I think she's getting enough stimulation right now-"
"Who asked you how you felt about it?" said Marty quickly, and his hand came plowing across her face in a quick, sharp smack to her right cheek. Before she'd recovered from the blow to her face, she was being forced on hands and knees into the narrow hot wet space between the backs of Kelly's thighs, into the space where that thick stalk of cock flesh was working up and down in Kelly's pussy. "Start licking," Marty Kips ordered from above, holding Susan Potter in place by the nape of the neck. "Just work your way up and down in there . . . make it all wet. . . and I do mean everything, honey . . . starting right now!" He manipulated her face so that she was forced to move up and down between Kelly's legs. "Use your tongue, sweetheart, and when I see you're doing a good job, I'll tell you to stop . . ! Get to it, now . . ! Lick her out!"
Kelly felt the effects of the slippery tongue darting around in her behind and along her labia almost immediately. It was like something soft and feathery wet had suddenly been added to the cruel violating forces of the drilling hardness that filled and pumped her pussy. It was wet and slippery, and she knew with an unwanted shudder as she was forced to continue humping up and down on Link's prick, that whether she intended to or not, she was beginning to enjoy the effects of so much sexual stimulation.
"Aieeeehhh," she moaned when she felt something wet and pressing around the tender, virginal area of her anus, "what are you doing there? Stop that? Wha--? "
"She's so stupid," said Marty Kips. "I'm gonna give her something she'll understand!" He yanked Susan Potter away from the backs of Kelly's legs and climbed between the long nakedly trembling legs himself. He looked down at the site of penetration and reveled in the spectacle of the young girl's openly vulnerable sphincter. "Leave go," he told Ted Alexander. "I don't need you holding her open any more."
He put two hands on Kelly's full round buttocks and squeezed the buttery soft flesh of her bottom. Then he opened and closed and opened again the crack of her ass, the last time taking special note of the way her wet and glistening anus shined and beckoned to him.
"You virgin here honey?" he asked Kelly with a grunt.
"Wh-What?" she stammered, turning her fear-contorted sobbing face toward him, twisting around to look at him kneeling between her legs behind her. "Wh-Where?"
He jammed a finger against the outside of her sphincter. "Here, of course. You virgin?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" she said. "Why I would never think of-"
"Turn around," he said. "And shut up." He took hold of her neck with one hand and forced her downwards against the man below, shoving her face against his. "I don't want to have to think about you while I do this, honey. Just hold still!"
He slipped his finger up against the entrance to her anus and for a moment fondled lightly the little puckering rubbery orifice. He diddled it with the tip of his index finger, lightly pressing the housewife's little white and pink anus, and then, suddenly, using the glistening wetness around the asshole for lubrication, shoved his finger into her rectum.
"Ahhhhgggghhhh," she groaned, bucking forward to attempt to escape the incredible pressure and ache that instantaneously took her breath away and filled her bowels with the strangest most awkward sensation she'd ever known. "Whaaaaa?" she cried out in utter and total disbelief.
"Yeah," groaned Marty Kips, feeling around inside her long smooth rectum with his one penetrating finger, as if he were giving that muscular little tube an expert inspection. "I think she's gonna be okay, guys! Sure feels like it, too!"
He could feel Ted's hard cock stiffly driving from the other side, pressing into the depths of Kelly's pussy. "Keep up the good work," he told the man underneath the violated and terrified housewife. He pulled his finger out of her anus with a wet clicking noise and watched the little orifice tightened up like a clam, closing and rolling shut upon itself.
"Ahhhh, God," moaned Kelly, able to breathe for the first time in what seemed like centuries. The stiff probing finger had been the straw that broke the camel's back, having come into her body so unexpectedly that she felt for sure she'd been momentarily unconscious. Now all of her attention was focused on the relief she felt. And then she realized that her body was still being penetrated from underneath, that the steady rhythmic humping of the man below had never ceased! His cock remained pinned upwards inside her wetly undulating pussy, and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. No matter which way she rolled her hips or wiggled her shoulders, someone caught hold of her and returned her to the original position: downright and pumping on Link's hard-jutting, erect cock!
"Uuuhhhhh, Ga-wd!" she cried helplessly against the impalement. "He's killing meeeee!"
"You ain't even half-dead," grunted Marty Kips. "Wait till you get some of what I got in store for you!" He was massaging his hot thick cock and looking longingly at Kelly's virgin little asshole. "I got something in mind for you, baby, that you'll never ever forget! Oooh, yeah, it's gonna be good, oh sooo real good-and GOOD, OH SO GOOD!! "
CHAPTER TEN
Marty Kips lowered his body toward the young bride's openly splayed anus. His stiff, blood-engorged cock throbbed in excitement as he neared the port of entry, Kelly's tightly squeezing sphincter and asshole. He was actually going to go skewering his big thick column of cock flesh into that narrow, virginal rectum of hers.
"Baby," he grunted, "you know what we call this where I come from?"
Panting, the tears of humiliation submission welling up in her eyes and scalding her cheeks, Kelly Neal tried to crane her neck backwards. She intended to beg Marty Kips for mercy, for deep in her cunt, beginning to make her belly ache with an undeniable longing, was Link Kurtis's long hard penis. It was too much for her! Even the thought of submitting to such sexual violence was killing her-let alone the hotly pumping member itself! And yet, there was that undeniable feeling, that horrible sensation of surrender welling up inside.. . !
"P-Please," she groaned, her pelvis being forced up and down as she begged him, "p-please make him stop? I'll do anything . . . anything at all. . . if only you'll. . . stop. . . himmmm!"
"Shut up, bitch," scolded Marty. "You turn around!" His hand shot out and he smacked her harshly across the face. "She bucks up like that one more time, Ted, you gag her for me. I'm gonna start in gettin' me some brown-eye!"
Link's huge fists reached out from under and took hold of Kelly's luscious white buttocks. He clutched the two bottom-cheeks and pulled her girlish hips downward against his pelvis. In this manner, he held open the narrow hairless cleft upon which Marty Kips had serious designs.
"Oh, yeah, Link, that's good, good, good! I can see that little hole as clear as day!" He took hold of the head of his cock and motioned to Susan Potter. "Come here, honey," he said. "I need some juice on me. You do it."
Susan knelt beside him and dutifully took hold of his cock with two hands and wrapped her tongue and lips lasciviously around the head of his penis, quickly brushing and wetting the pulsating member with saliva. "Mmmmm," she hummed obediently, "I think she's gonna like that!"
"like it or not," hissed Marty, "I'm gonna have some fun findin' her out!" He reached for Kelly's rump and pinched part of her tender ass flesh.
"Ooooh," moaned the young housewife, a sudden bolt of pain crashing like lightning in her skull. "Why'd you do that? Stop it! No more! Stop that!"
He was digging his fingernails into the flesh of her buttock, almost until he could draw blood. "Ooooh," she moaned in horror at the terrifying pain that welled up in the area of her baby-soft bottom flesh. "Pleee-asssseeee . . . "
In the next instant, Marty Kips took his cock in hand and pressed the spongy cap of that long hard column of flesh against the defensively puckering rubber ring of Kelly Neil's virginal sphincter. "Saw-dome-mee," hissed Marty Kips, like some sort of savage recounting a ritual prayer before entering Kelly's asshole.
He could feel the pressure of something spongy and thick-headed slipping up against her anus. "Wh-What are you doing now?" she cried out panicky that he was going to actually start in there again with his thumb. "What's that thing sticking at me there. . . ? "
"My dear," chortled Marty, "that's called a penis!. " And he began to laugh uproariously, so much so that Kelly became very, very confused and no longer understood at all what was happening. Then, as if out of nowhere, something long and stiff and hot, like a branding iron, sailed into the slippery smooth depths of her rectum and took charge of her bowels the way Link's cock from underneath commanded her pussy-only the pain of the thing in her rectum was practically killing her.
"AAAWWWGGGHHH, MMMMGGG-HH!" she grunted hoarsely, so stricken was she by the thickly pulsating ache that filled her tender bowels. Something clutched harder still at her soft bottom cheeks, prying them even more splayed apart. She could feel that thickness of a stiff prick shaft holding her buttocks separated from within, as if her cheeks would fold closed if only it weren't for that hammering hardness which separated them and drilled into her back belly!
"NooooOOOOHHHH!" she screeched when she regained her breath from the fiery ache that seemed to control all of her body. The pain was awful, for it consumed much much more than just her rectum. It was as if every bone in her body was suddenly under attack. In her brain she kept hearing some dim, harsh voice sadistically laughing at her, crying out maliciously, "Sodomy, honey . . . Oh, yeah, I'm talking about butt-fucking my baby, darling . . . Mmmmm, yeah, a little of that ol' brown eye to get Marty goin' . . . Some of that hot asshole flesh wrapped around my cock makes me stiffer than a board . . . Oooh, yeah, honey, I'm talking about brown-eye, Mrs. Neal . . . Mmmmmm, yeah . . . "
Then she realized that the voice was real, and that it only sounded like it was miles away because of the frightful ache that numbed her mind. "P-P-Please," she begged when she could, "stop it. . . ? Please.. . ? "
"Ah, ha! She speaks," wailed Marty Kips, his cock ripping into the remote hidden depths of the young housewife's virgin anus. "No way to stop now . . . Uuuuuu-hhh, God, no way whatsoever! Just too good to stop, I'm afraid . . . Mmmmm, yessssss!"
"How you doin', boss?" asked Link Kurtis from underneath Kelly where his powerful cock lunged upwards into her involuntarily contracting vagina tunnel.
"Very good, Link, my man. You havin' fun at your end of the world?"
"Ooooh," he moaned, "she's got a good tight pussy, boss. Good and tight!"
"And her asshole, my friend, is not exactly a screen door! Ha!" He rode his prick punishingly in one long stroke into the enfolding anal flesh that wrapped tightly like a satin glove, fisting his penis, around the base of his cock until his balls smacked lewdly against the slippery wet flesh of her splayed white bottom cheeks. He was all the way inside her rectum!
"Awwwww no, no!" she cried in debilitating shame as it dawned on her lust-awakened mind that she now had two large throbbing cocks inside her body, one in her sweltering juice drenched pussy, the other digging and tunneling in her bowels. "NOOOOOHHHH," she wailed, but there was no longer any denying it. There was no escaping the punishing double-fucking they were giving her young body. "Oooooh," she pleaded for mercy, but she knew there would be none coming.
"Keep going strong, Link," hollered Marty, his own prick completely submerged in the voluptuous red-head's soft anal folds, "I'm gonna start fucking in and out of her now and you got to do the same, Link. You understand?! "
"Oooh, yeah, boss, sure!" Link began salaciously pumping his hips up and down beneath Kelly's smooth hot vaginal plane, working his prick in and out of her cunt like a piston of hardened cock flesh.
"Aiieeeehhh," groaned the young Kelly Neal, her body suddenly becoming traitorous and beginning to yield to the obscene twin-fucking and fondling of her two holes. "Nooooo," she bleated, but there was no escaping it: the two hard-driving cocks that filled her body were making her excited, and she could barely keep the sensations contained any longer.
"I'm gonna start plowing her now," boasted Marty Kips, his hips smashing downwards into her soft white buttocks.
"Uuuuuhh," she cried out in guttural pain-ecstasy, "uuuhhhh, Gawd! Fuck!"
"Yeah," said Marty, slowly but surely taking up a sawing rhythm, one which brought his prick going slowly but surely in and out of her stuffed rectum. He was pulling his mushroom-headed prick all the way out except for the crowned helmet, and then jamming it all the way back inside the smooth rectal sheath.
"Uuuuuhhh.. .uuuuuhhhhh.. .uuuuu-hhhhh," hissed Kelly, snorting for breath through flared nostrils as her body was buffeted now back and forth, up and down, between the two hard-drilling cocks that plunged in and out of her asshole and her pussy simultaneously. She could see herself in her mind's eye sandwiched between these two naked strangers, their hard wet glistening cocks battering her young virginal body with unwanted lust, ecstasy, and arousal.
"She's gettin' hot," groaned Marty. "I can feel her asshole biting back now. When they bite back they're getting hot! Ooooh, yeah, she's gettin' into it now.. . I can tell!"
Despite her sobs, and despite the pain and the awful humiliating defilement she felt, Kelly knew that the gang leader was right. The two hard cocks were making her body respond in ways she'd never dreamed or imagined possible. She might have resisted it all along, but now, she admitted, wasn't there something inside her that begged for this masochistic thrill? Wasn't there some obscene, self-abusing streak inside her that cried out and demanded to be whored and fucked and trashed this way? It was awful, oooh, yes, so awful, but it was also . . . divine! The pleasure of the two hard-driving, pulsating cocks working in her body from both ends at once was enough to drive her insane.
And suddenly she confessed to the welling up of emotions that charged her body and her mind with such arousal: "Yes, yes, yes," she cried out, "fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in my cunt!"
"Yeah," moaned Ted Alexander from the sidelines, watching the way Marty and Link kept the submitting housewife pinned with their two pricks between them. He could see Marty's cock grinding into the folds of Kelly's asshole, and from another angle he could see Link's hard prick sliding into the young housewife's tender wet vagina. "They're getting her good," he told Susan Potter, who also looked on the scene with amazement. "They're really getting her good."
"You could add something," said Susan. "Why not stick your prick in her mouth?"
"You think she could stand it?" asked Ted.
"Go on, try it," said Susan. "What the hell does she have to lose right now?"
"Good thinkin', " said Ted, and he climbed over into position in front of Kelly's open, hissing lips. "You got one more cock to make you happy, honey," said Ted, sticking his prick within range of her mouth. "Here ya go!"
"Ooooh," she moaned, looking absent-mindedly at the third penis, and then she reached out and grabbed for it, pulling the hard, thickened member up to her lips, and she began sucking profusely and voraciously at the thick, rimmed cap, getting as much of the hard penis into her mouth and throat as possible. Simultaneously, the other two men were bucking up and down, one from underneath, the other from above in her anus, double-fucking her the rest of the way into ecstasy!
No one in the room, least of all Kelly Neal herself, had become aware of the presence of her husband, Jack!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jack Neal stared from the hallway door in disbelief at the lurid scene taking place on the living room floor. His young wife-who that morning would not have consented to something as mild as a blow-job-was moaning and crying out in abandoned ecstasy, completely naked, impaled by no less than three cocks! Three complete strangers, and another naked woman, Susan Potter, surrounded Kelly Neal's buffeted, aroused body! One cock was thrusting roughly up into her drenched cuntal passage interior, and another hotly swollen shaft was grinding torturously into her rectal passage from behind! The third pulsating prick was lodged between her voluntarily meshing lips as she voraciously sucked it. She was sandwiched among them like a helpless rag doll, her whitely gleaming body thrashing wildly in torrid response to the intense thrills of a triple skewering! Nothing had prepared Jack Neal for what he witnessed now in his own living room, and he stood paralyzed in shock, his eyes bulging, his jaw hanging slack in astonishment.
Suddenly, his prick exploding in total ejaculatory bliss inside Kelly's actively sucking mouth, Ted Alexander moaned softly, "Oooh, yeah, baby, suck that cum down! Swallow it all up!" And as she continued to be fucked in her other two orifices, she swallowed and gulped down Ted Alexander's incredible load of cum. Some of it didn't quite make it down her throat but came out in little driblets instead, little rivulets of semen dripping obscenely from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She licked it up with her tongue the best she could.
"Oooh, God," moaned Jack Neal under his breath on witnessing so debauched a sight as this.
Ted Alexander pulled his spent prick out of Kelly's mouth and sat off to the side. Then, out of the corner of his eye, while his two buddies continued with the sandwich fucking of Kelly, Ted espied Jack Neal. From the look on the man's face, he could tell right away that he just had to be the husband. Ted stood up and joined Jack at the door.
"Wh-What's going on here?" asked Jack.
"Well," said Ted, "your wife needed some attention. She didn't exactly invite us in, but-"
"She's fucking both of them," he said in stupefaction. "And she just sucked . . . you!"
"Take it easy, man. She-likes it now. At first it was a problem, but now she-likes it!"
"I can see that," hissed Jack. His breath was coming faster and faster as a torrent of anger struggled to explode within him. He was furious, completely outraged to find his wife behaving so shamelessly with three complete strangers. His fists clenched tightly and his mouth became a fine line of resentment.
"I won't take this," he said, oblivious to Susan Potter and Ted Alexander. His eyes were fixed on the scene of the two men fucking Kelly on the living room floor. "I don't have to stand for this!" He reached for his belt buckle and quickly loosened it and pulled down his pants. "I'm gonna take over where that guy's gonna leave off.. . . "
He stepped up behind Marty Kips and reached down. "I don't know you, pardner, and I don't want to, but yer gettin' off of my wife right now!" He pulled Marty Kips up by the neck and shoulders with both hands. "You can have what's left of her when I get done!" hissed Jack Neal.
Marty Kips smiled up at Jack and withdrew his cock from Kelly's asshole. "Partner," he said, "I'm done with her! You have a good time!" He turned and looked at Susan Potter. "Susie, baby, you get yer ass over here! I want to finish off inside your asshole, honey! It's gonna be just fine!"
Susan turned and started away but Ted Alexander caught hold of her and twisted her so that she faced Marty. "Shall we double fuck this one, too?" asked Ted.
"I don't see why not?" said Marty. "She ain't privileged is she!" And within a matter of seconds, on the hallway floor, they had Susan Potter down between them, with Ted on the bottom, slamming his stiff cock up into Susan's pussy while Marty Kips took on the chore of invading her asshole!
Jack Neal leaned vengefully down toward his wife's bottom cheeks. She'd missed for an instant the feel of that previous hardness between her buttocks, but she was so carried away by Link's cock from underneath that she hadn't bothered to notice the change of men behind her. Now she felt something pressing at her anus again, and she presumed that it was the same man as before. She wailed backwards and accepted the applied stiffness with her eagerly puckering anus. In only a half-hour's time she'd gone from being a virgin ass-fuck to wanting to be constantly filled her rectum-so much so that she didn't even know that the man now angrily beginning to make a probe in her anus was her very own husband, Jack Neal!
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted as he made his first stab into her sphincter, "it feels dry now . . . Make it wet and then . . . fuck my asshole . . . Oooh, yeah, fuck my asshole harder, Marty! Harder!"
"It's not Marty," said Jack softly, and then with one long deep thrust, going harder and more viciously than Marty could have ever imagined possible, the vengeful husband battered his cock shaft into the depths of Kelly Neal's bowels, filling her rectum completely with his prick, salaciously banging his lust-bloated testicles into her bottom cheeks, filling her entirely!
"UUUUUHHHH, FUCK!" shrieked the battered young bride, her body slamming downwards into Link Kurtis' hard upwardly impaling cock just from the force of her revengeful husband's punishing thrust.
She craned her neck around in agony-ecstasy and stared in disbelief at her angry-faced husband. "Oooh, Jack, please, please, darling . . . please . . . " she begged confusedly, not knowing what to say at all. She could no longer deny the incredible thrill she'd been getting from the double-fucking, and now with her husband being the defiler in her rear, she wondered if she dare to protest or dare to tell him that she loved it! The shuddering depths of her anus seemed to command her to beg him to fuck her . . . harder!
"Oooh, Jack," she cried, "I'm sorry butUUUUHHHHH!" He plowed into her rectum with force and rage for motivation, his thickly pulsating penis taking over her bowels completely. "Ahhhieeeee," she cried out at the gangster underneath her as he, too, punishingly thrust his hips at her pelvis and grinded his prick into the depths of her pussy. She was groaning heatedly as husband and stranger fucked into her.
From underneath Link grunted and moaned as he fucked his thick rigid cock into her moistly clinging vaginal folds, and he reveled in the feel of her young wet body pressed against his own jiggling flesh and pumping pelvis. Beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead and his eyes bugged out lewdly as he strained upwards toward his own approaching orgasm in Kelly's cunt.
From above, the irate husband fucked downwards into his wife's hotly pulsing asshole, giving her wilder and wilder strokes of his cock, each time remembering how he'd longed for a passionate wife and had been denied such as this, and now, happily, angrily, and with a mixture of other emotions, he was actually banging his thick hot penis into her asshole and getting both revenge and satisfaction!
Kelly was out of her mind sobbing excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of wanton excitement! She gripped her hands around Link's naked shoulders and violent tremors of unimaginable pleasure tore through her body like Shockwaves during an earthquake. Every piece of skin on her voluptuous red-headed body was ecstatic, and her thighs were quivering with newfound lusty thrills. She was starting to cum for the first time in her life! It was just the beginning, but she could feel it, that strange overwhelming sensation of liquid heatedness, starting up in her pussy, uncontrollably taking charge of her body, and her madly throbbing cuntal walls were starting up in her pussy, uncontrollably taking charge of her body, and her madly throbbing cuntal walls were starting to secrete a sweetly gushing fluid.
"I'm cummmmmming," she said softly at first, almost as if it were not really true.
"What?" asked Jack Neal from above, his super-charged angry cock jamming even deeper into her highly drillable asshole. Something loosened back there, and suddenly her anus was as wide-open as the Great Western Plains, and his cock went slipping into the satiny tingling tightness of her rectal depths with the ease of a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
"I'm so hot," she groaned, and then, without knowing why or understanding it at all, as the two cocks began charging her twin orifices harder and harder, Kelly let out a wail that was nearly deafening. "Oooooh," she screeched, "oooooh . . . ooooohhh . . . ahhhhhiiieeee . . ! "
"She's gonna shoot it now," said Link from underneath.
"What?" asked Jack, his cock submerged to the ultimate depths in his wife's asshole.
"I think she's gonna have an orgasm," said the man below.
"Yeah, that's what it must be," said Jack, realizing that his young wife was about to climax.
Sure enough, her body began arching wildly and bucking back and forth against him as it never before had in normal intercourse. She was letting loose of her innermost passions, giving way and accepting the huge stiffly pulsing cocks that filled her pussy and her anus.
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, and then she lifted her lust-contorted face upwards and held her breath for an instant in some sort of total ecstatic concentration, and the deep silky walls of her vagina contracted in a final moment of bliss-seeking undulation, letting go for the ultimate gratification of a perfect climax.
"OOOOOHHH, YESSSSSS!" she hissed pantingly, and then she screeched equally loudly, "I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGG . . . YESSSSSSSSSSSS, I'M CU-CU-CUMMMMMINGGGGGGG.. . ! ! ! "
She fell down flat on Link's hairy male body and went somehow liquidly limp. The two hard cocks continued banging separately into her anus and her pussy while she gushed wildly from her vagina and gave way bodily to the incredible sensations consuming her during orgasm.
"Oooh, yeah, honey," groaned Link, "I think you're gonna have company in this . . . Mmmmm, yeah," and he, too, let loose with an ejaculation, one that went storming upwards out of his testicles and streaking like hot lava from a volcano up the length of his hard-driving cock, sending salvo after boiling salvo into the remote interior caves of Kelly Neal's pulsing, cuming vagina!
"Ooooh," she sighed with incredible tenderness and relief as she felt the hot bullets of sperm splashing and ricocheting around the inside of her pussy. It triggered for her female sensitivities an on-going rush of orgasmic delight, and despite her husband's vengeful mood and despite her earlier objections to the debauchery and obscenity, she now gave way fully, moaning like a pleased little girl, "Oooh, yes, I love it. . . Yessss, fuck me! Fuck me harder . . . more . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . " And with each calling of the word "fuck" she pumped her hips backwards on the rectum-impaling cock happily provided for her by her husband.
Jack Neal felt his rage subsiding, and the clenching anal muscles of his wife's rectum took him out of his anger and into a pleasant frame of mind. He could feel those deeply contracting, lusting interior bowel contractions squeezing his hardened cock into a perfect titillating ecstasy.
"Uuuuuhhh, honey," he groaned at the end, and he, too, while sawing in and out of his wife's highly pumpable, formerly virginal anus, began to cum. With long hearty strokes of his orgasming cock he injected wad after wad of thick creamy semen into the defiled, humiliated bride's rectal passageway. There was so much white sticky jism that it came dripping out and down the crack in her buttocks and puddled underneath on the living room floor. His balls kept churning and his cock kept thrusting in the tightness of her satiny rectum until every last drop of his semen was spent in the ecstasy of this vengeful sodomization! Even then, when the fucking was seemingly over, Jack kept pumping and his wife kept moaning, even after Link had long since slipped out from under her, leaving Jack and Kelly to themselves. The young wife was finally getting from her husband exactly what he'd wanted . . . since the day they married!
When he finally finished with her and pulled his deflating prick out of her drenched elastic rear-end portal, Jack turned around and discovered that Marty Kips was performing exactly the same act on Susan Potter. Marty was pouncing up and down in the young woman's experienced anus, sliding his cock in and out of her rectum with rapid, daring strokes. And Susan was crying out in utter blissful agony-ecstasy about how she wanted more and more of the same.
"I never thought I'd see the day," said Jack Neal, realizing that the way Marty Kips' cock was sawing in and out of Susan was exactly the same way he'd been fucking his wife, "but I'm sure glad it finally happened!"
"Me, too, actually," said Kelly surprisingly. She could no longer deny how intense and pleasurable it was for her to have intercourse in her asshole. She wasn't sure if she'd want to have two men screwing her at once again-that was a little rough on her body-but she knew for sure that she'd want to have sodomy with her husband just about as often as possible! And she enjoyed watching Susan Potter and Marty Kips fucking in the brown-eye method, and it wasn't until that intercourse was over and done with when she quietly explained to Jack how it was the men had come to stay beginning that morning.
"Well," said Marty Kips when he'd pulled his long thick deflating cock from the confines of Susan Potter's drenched, defiled asshole, "I think me and the boys better get goin' now. It's gettin' dark out and we've got to put some miles, a lot of miles, between us and Dover for tomorrow morning."
"Can I come with you?" asked Susan Potter.
"If you want," said Marty. "Why not!" He smacked her on the cheek of her ass and smiled at Link and Ted and Jack and Kelly. "I knew you had it in you, Kelly. From the moment I laid eyes on you this morning!" He looked at Jack. "Sorry if I offended you, old man."
"No, that's okay," said Jack. "Someone had to bring her around. I think we're gonna have a different kind of marriage from now on anyhow."
The gangsters gathered up their personal belongings and along with Susan
Potter slipped out into the suburban darkness enveloping Dover like a black blanket.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jack and Kelly Neal spent a week or two recovering from the strong vibrations unleashed by such an event as having their home and lives invaded sexually and physically by complete strangers. But when the dust settled, they decided to join a swinger club that allowed for all kinds of combinations of couples.
Kelly soon became the neighborhood leader in orgy events involving three or more people, and she learned to perform sexual acts that Jack never dreamed possible. She became one of Dover City's most liberated and physically educated young housewives . . . and the rumor was passed that if a husband or a wife had some sort of special sexual problem . . . a reluctance or an innocence that was preventing them from having a full, satisfying marriage . . . he or she could turn to Kelly Neal and expect their lives to change.
And it wasn't long before the once captured housewife became known as the liberated young bride . . . a woman for just about all seasons!
