Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to feel at least slightly ashamed or guilty if our reactions to undesirable sexual situations differ from what we consider to be appropriate. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THE WIFE LOVES RAPE-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Hill finished dressing. Bubbling with excitement, she looked at the bed where, last night, Frank had fucked her blind. She shivered, remembering each wonderful stab of his cock, and how tight it had fit inside her pussy.
As if floating on a cloud, she wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room of their new luxury apartment. She was drawn to the French doors and the view beyond.
"Ooooh, Frank," she sighed, thinking about how sexy and erotic it would be to fuck out on the balcony.
Turning on her heel, Janet went inside. Today was the day to shop for sexy clothes to surprise Frank. The honeymoon might have ended three days ago, but the marriage was going to be even sexier and hotter.
She took one last breathless look at her new living room furniture, then stepped out into the hall, locking the door behind her.
Janet started down the carpeted hall, then stopped. Her face filled with shock. Two men were coming out of the Anderson apartment.
"Stop!" she shouted. "You two don't belong in there."
The two men stopped in their tracks. They set the four suitcases down and looked at each other.
"I'm going to call the police," Janet said. She turned, heading quickly back to her apartment.
"Grab her," one of the men growled.
The other man took off after her. He grabbed Janet as she reached her door. He twisted her arm, slapped his hand over her mouth, then dragged her back to his buddy. "What do we do with the little bitch?"
His buddy grinned. "Shit, man. Let's take her inside. The Andersons won't be back for hours." He licked his lips, drooling over Janet as she struggled. "We can have some fun with her." He reached out, spanning one of Janet's large tits with his hand, and squeezed.
Her screams were muffled against the man's rough hand. Janet's face filled with fear. She struggled, but he was too strong.
"Here you go, bitch," the man panted. He had dragged her inside, tossing her on the couch. "She is sexy." He stared at her long legs, her thighs bare and silky.
Janet cringed and pulled her dress down, hiding most of her lush thighs. "You better let me go," she warned.
"You gonna make us?" the one who had closed the door said. "You ain't gonna do shit."
"She's going to do something, all right," his buddy said. He rubbed his crotch. "She's going to do something with my cock."
Janet gasped in terror. She looked from one snarling face to the other. "Please," she pleaded, her voice cracking.
"My name's Jake," the tall one with the black hair said. "This is my business partner, Len."
Janet realized for the first time, the horror of the situation she had gotten herself into. "Len...Jake let me go. I won't say a word." She tried smiling. Her bottom lip quivered, made it look silly. "The Andersons have insurance. Nobody gets hurt. Okay?"
Jake grinned. His eyes narrowed into slits. "Can't trust you, sexy," Jake said. "We leave, you'll go screaming for the cops."
"No...no, Jake," she said, using his name. "Tie me up, put a gag in my mouth. You'll be long gone before someone finds me."
"I like our original idea," Len said. "We can have a blast with her." He plopped beside her, pawed her thigh and pushed up her dress. "If she wants something in her mouth, she can have my cock."
Janet pulled away, trembling in fear. "Please." She looked up at Jake, her soft brown eyes begging for help.
"I think Len's idea sounds a lot better than yours."
"No," Janet whined. She leaped from the couch, but Len's hand found her wrist.
"Don't be so shy." Len dragged her back against him. "Be friendly with us, and you won't get hurt."
"I don't want to be friendly," she said, twisting away. "Let me go."
Jake joined his buddy on the couch, sandwiching Janet between them. Grabbing her thigh, he massaged it roughly. "You got great legs, baby."
"My name's Janet," she spat. "Not baby."
"Okay, Janet baby." Jake snickered. Grabbing her wrist, he rubbed her hand over his crotch. "How would you like to have a little fun with us before we leave?"
Janet yanked her hand away. She was terrified. "Please," she begged. "Tie me up and leave. Please. I just got married. Please don't do anything to me."
Len leaned close, his hand rubbing the back of her neck. "How about that, Jake. We got ourselves a new bride."
"Yeah," Jake moaned. "Were you a virgin when your husband fucked you on the wedding night?" His blood was boiling in his veins.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Please, don't touch me." She was struggling. Len's hand was pawing her tit. She couldn't move her hands. Each man held one, rubbing her clenched fists over their bulging crotches.
"Shit, man," Len said. "We got ourselves practically a virgin." He brought his mouth to her neck, slobbered up to her ear. "How did you like getting fucked?" His voice was hoarse, raspy against her ear.
Janet closed her eyes and tried to shut out what they were doing. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Len's hand pawing her tit was making her nauseous. She began to cry, with loud racking sobs that shook her body.
Len winked at his buddy. "Maybe we should let her go. Huh, Jake?"
Desperately, Janet looked at Len. "Yes, thank you." She stared at a grinning Jake. "Listen to your friend, please. I won't cause any trouble. Tie me up and leave."
"I don't know," Jake said, toying with the hysterical housewife. "How do we know we can trust you?"
"Oh, please," she sighed. "You can trust me."
"She can identify us," Jake said. He grinned at his buddy.
"I won't. I swear it."
"You're right, Jake," Len said. "We gotta be sure." He brought his hand back to Janet's tit. "If there were some way we could be sure."
"Anything," she gasped. "Just don't rape me."
"How about a blow job?" Jake laughed.
"Sounds great," Len said. "What do you think, Janet?" He licked his lips. "A blow job shouldn't be too bad. You probably had a lot of practice on your honeymoon."
Janet, her hopes crushed, began sobbing hysterically again. "You're evil...evil...men," she gasped between racking sobs.
"Not really," Jake said, pulling her into his arms. He mauled her thigh and inched under her dress. "You wearing panties?" He laughed.
Crying, Janet kept her thighs clamped together. "You're hurting me," she cried. "Stop it. Stop it!" Jake's hand was squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs, his blunt fingertips gouging her sensitive skin.
Jake growled angrily. "Spread, baby." He grabbed her thick brown hair with his other hand, and he yanked her head back. "You heard me...spread."
"Ayyieee," she squealed. Her eyes popped, and her mouth gaped open. It felt as if he were going to tear out her hair. Babbling with fear, spit trapped in her throat, she obeyed, parting her thighs for his demanding hand.
"Good girl," Jake said. With his fingers still twisted through her hair, he roamed the soft inner flesh of her silky thighs. "Nice. Warm, too."
"She wearing panties?" Len asked, his hand still spanning one large tit. He squeezed, the pulpy pliant flesh under her dress.
Janet was sick with fear. She stared up at the ceiling. She was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. The pain from Jake's twisting fingers was making her dizzy, almost faint. Len's hand on her tit and Jake's mauling hand under her dress added to her pain and anguish.
Jake's hand reached her panty crotch. "She's wearing panties." He jabbed blunt fingers into her crotch, gouging her panties into the entrance of her dry pussy. "She's dry too."
"Shit," Len said, fumbling with her dress. "I think our new bride wants to be coaxed a little." He twisted her tit in his hand. "Am I right, Janet?"
"No," she screamed, the pain becoming unbearable. "Noooo!" She tried to fight, but it was useless. Jake had one of her arms pinned behind him, and Len was still gripping her wrist and rubbing her hand into his hard, bulging crotch. She twisted, but her actions only seemed to urge them on.
"Shit," Len growled. He leered. "I like a hot, sexy bitch who plays hard to get." He squeezed her tits through her dress, working his fingers into them both, one at a time.
Jake's fingers eagerly gouged under her panties. He pulled, and she heard them rip.
"Oh, no!" Janet cried, realizing what Jake was about to do. She twisted her hips. "No...don't!"
"Shut up," Jake snarled. He yanked again and again. Each rip made his blood boil a little bit more. "Got 'em!" Pulling her panties out from under her dress, he held them up. "Look at these, Len."
Len turned his head to look at Janet's ripped panties. "I'll bet she's wet now." He turned and stared down into her flushed, terrified face. "Ain'tcha, bitch?" He laughed, twisted her tit and watched her scream.
"I'll find out," Jake said. He jerked her head. "Spread 'em wide, baby."
"Noooo," she cried, but the pain and fear were too much for her to bear. She obeyed.
"Good," Jake grumbled. He moved his hand roughly up between Janet's thighs. His fingers reached Janet's pussy. He jabbed into her cunt, twisting his fingers. "She's dry as a bone...the bitch is frigid."
"Balls," Len said. "She's not frigid. She just needs the ight touch." He grabbed her dress at the neck, then pulled. The dress ripped, coming away in his hands.
Janet shrieked, shaking with horror. With Jake pulling her hair and holding her head back, all she could do was stare at the ceiling.
"Damn, look at these tits," Len groaned. "They're gorgeous."
"The bra is in the way," Jake laughed. "Rip it off."
Len sneered, grabbed her bra and tore it away from her tits. "Whewwwww, will you look at this gorgeous flesh!"
"Now you're talking." Jake drooled hotly at Janet's fully exposed tits. "Best-looking pair of tits I've seen in a long time."
Janet was sick with despair. She wanted to die. They were defiling her, ruining her. She cried.
"Maybe we should let her go," Len said. "Maybe I was wrong. She doesn't look like she's enjoying herself."
Janet heard the words, but she didn't believe. They were teasing her.
"I think you're right, buddy," Jake said. He leaned back and stared into her face. "How about one small favor before we let you go?"
"I won't touch you...either of you," she declared through her tears.
"Oh, nothing like that," Jake said. As he eased his grip, he saw the hope in her eyes. Sneering, he yanked. Janet howled. "It would be a lot easier to do one small favor. There would be no more pain and after, we'll tie you up and leave."
"Tell me! Tell me what it is!" She was desperate. The pain was excruciating.
Jake reminded her again of the pain he could cause. He jabbed three fingers into her cunt and gouged at the tight, dry walls. He freed her hair, kept his fingers inside her pussy.
Panting, her face red, tear-stained and etched with agony, Janet brought her head up.
Her neck ached. The pain in her pussy seared through her entire body. She looked down at what they had done to her dress.
"Please...tell me what I have to do." She squirmed back. Len's pawing hand and Jake's jabbing fingers kept her in a dizzy anguish.
"A little strip show," Jake said. "A nice sexy strip show, and we'll go."
Len's face widened into a sadistic smile. "Great idea, buddy. Great."
Janet shuddered. Her face screwed up in revulsion. "No," she sobbed. "I...I couldn't."
Len pinched her nipple hard, making her scream. Jake plowed his fingers into her pussy, jabbing the blunt tips into the tight, dry walls of her fuck hole. She screamed louder.
"A little strip would be a lot better than all this pain," Jake reminded her.
"We just might rape you, if you don't do us this little favor," Len added as he squeezed her melon-shaped tit to a bright red.
Janet was delirious with fear. "Yes...yes," she sobbed, willing to do anything to stop the pain and to stop them from raping her. "Stop hurting me. I'll do it."
Len released her tit and wrist. "I knew she'd be reasonable."
Jake laughed. He pulled his fingers from her pussy. "Give us a nice show, baby. Show us how grateful you are."
The pain was gone. Shaking, she gathered herself together. Unable to completely stop trembling, she stood, half expecting them to drag her back to the couch and start all over again. They didn't, and she sighed with relief. Hope hung out there in the distance.
"Remember," Len said. "A good show. You know what the alternative is."
Janet stood in front of them, her dress ripped, hanging around her waist. Her bra and panties lay on the floor, ruined. She looked down. Her tits were fully on display. She saw the red marks of Len's rough treatment. It was an obvious reminder of what they had done and could do again.
"Don't just stand there," Jake said, his eyes glued to her voluptuous tits. "Start the show. You don't want the Andersons walking in while you're entertaining us, do ya?" He laughed, rubbed his aching crotch.
Janet's eyes were drawn to Jake's hand. She looked away, swaying in place, completely demoralized. Slowly, she began to rock her hips. Her tits swayed back and forth in rhythm to her hips.
"Now you're getting it," Len howled. "Take it off, bitch. Let's see your pussy."
"Do it slow," Jake snarled. His hand was on his crotch, and his eyes were glued to
Janet's slowly rocking body. "Nice and slow, and look like you're enjoying yourself."
Janet sobbed. She brought her hands to her hips. Bringing her crying under control, she slowly eased her torn dress down over her full hips. Hot, sexy inches of her lush body came into view. She continued rolling her hips and easing down her dress. Pussy hair, brown and curly became exposed. A racking sob escaped her lungs as her dress fell to the floor. She stood there, a slave displaying herself to her masters.
"Wow, lookee here," Len gawked. "She's a ripe, hot bitch. Wheeww. Built for fucking, too."
Jake was less talkative. He stared, his hungry eyes devouring Janet's gorgeous body. "Turn around, baby. Give us a look at your ass."
Ashamed of what she was doing, yet terrified of what would happen if she didn't, Janet turned around, presenting the two whistling burglars with a view of her exquisitely shaped ass. As she faced the wall, tears streamed down her cheeks while she listened to their dirty, sickening comments.
"Your husband fuck your ass on the honeymoon, bitch?" Len laughed.
"It looks virgin to me," Jake said. "Nice virgin ass meat." He leered, his gaze flowing up her long, shapely legs to her heart-shaped ass. "You're one stacked bitch."
"Bend over, bitch," Len ordered. "Let's see your virgin ass-hole."
"Do it!" Jake roared when Janet didn't comply immediately.
Jake's screaming voice had Janet almost jumping out of her skin. Terrified of the two men, she bent over, exposing the crack of her ass.
"Shake it," Len said. "Spread the cheeks."
Janet rocked her hips. Parting her legs, she brought her hands behind her and parted the cheeks of her ass. Stiff-legged, her hips rolling, she presented the two ogling men with a fantastic view of her ass and ass-hole.
The blood was rushing to her head. Her tits hung down almost in her face. She was getting dizzy. "Can I stop now?" she gasped.
"Turn around," Jake snarled. "Let's have another look at your pussy and tits."
Panting, Janet straighten up. She faced her captors. Their eyes feasting on her naked body were making her dizzy. It was sickening, yet in a perverted way, exciting.
Jake noticed something about the way she was standing. A sly grin crossed his face. "Play with yourself," he demanded. "Since you don't want us to have fun with you, you have fun with yourself."
"No," she sobbed. "You promised. You said if I stripped, you'd tie me up and leave."
"You have a choice," Jake said as Len leered at her brown-thatched pussy. "Either you do it, or Len and I will."
Janet shuddered, remembering the pain they had inflicted on her. "You...but...you promised."
"Play," Len sneered, "or I'll find out myself how tight your ass-hole is." He rubbed his crotch. "With this." He made the bulge in his pants appear even larger.
Janet shivered with fright. "Then will you leave?" She needed their word for her sanity.
"Sure, baby," Jake said. "We just want a little show. Play with yourself, cream a little. We're not hard to please."
A racking sob escaped her mouth. "Oh, God." She brought her hands up her lush naked body, fingers caressing her flesh. She reached her tits, cupped them, massaged them gently, lightly. They were still sore from Len's barbaric treatment.
"Ummmmm, will you look at that." Len's balls were churning. Watching Janet fondle her tits had him crazy.
"Don't neglect your pussy," Jake reminded her. His voice was gruff, coated with lust.
Janet tried shutting out their voices. She caressed each tit, then slid one hand down over her taut belly. She combed her fingers through her cunt hair, stroked them through her dry pussy.
"Now she's cooking," Len said. "Damn. She's having a ball. A regular package of TNT."
"She'll be creaming all over the fuckin' rug in a few minutes," Jake predicted. "Watch and see."
A light, wispy sigh escaped her lips. Her stroking fingers had made her cunt moist. She was ashamed. "No!" she cried, stopping. "I can't!"
Jake made a motion to get up. "I'll have Len turn your tits black-and-blue."
Janet stepped back, cowering. "Okay," she blurted out, bringing her hand back to her pussy. "I'll do it. I'll do it." She was terrified of the pain they could inflict. Fear had her believing their empty promises.
Jake fell back on the couch. "Get yourself off so we can leave."
The promise was there. Janet clung to it. "Yes," she sighed. "I'll cream. I'll cream all over."
"Damn!" Len got comfortable. His eyes bugged out. Robbing this apartment had been the best idea Jake ever had. "Whatta bonus," he mumbled under his breath. "Damn!"
With her legs spread, desperate to please so they would keep their word, Janet fondled her cunt and tits. She closed her eyes, hoping that if she didn't have to look at their mean faces, it would be over quickly.
"Open your eyes," Jake demanded. "I like it like that."
Janet obeyed. Her face flushed red. Her nipples began to harden. The perverseness of her ordeal, her own recently discovered passion on her honeymoon, and her own manipulating fingers were having an effect on her. It was an effect she was ashamed of, but couldn't control.
"Cream, bitch," Len said. "Cream."
"Tell us about it, baby," Jake said. "Talk."
"I'm getting close," she sobbed. She looked at them. Their sneering features were blurred. It helped. She pretended it was her husband.
Juice coated her exploring fingers. Her fingers kneaded her jiggling tits with more urgency. Her clit became swelled with blood, pulsed against her stroking fingers. "Ooooh, I'm almost there."
"Cream, bitch," Len growled. "Get on the fuckin' floor and cream."
Janet heard their taunting voices, their dirty remarks. They penetrated the lust-sopped fog her fingers had driven her to. "Oooooh, God! What am I doing?"
Janet started to cum. She swayed, her knees giving out. She melted to the floor, writhing on her back, her orgasm building inside her now juice-drenched pussy.
"Goddamn," Jake groaned. He stood, leering down into Janet's contorted face. "Cum, baby. Cum!"
Len joined his friend, standing over Janet's twisting body as she climaxed.
On her back, her tits flopping, her hips jerking, Janet's orgasm exploded. "I'm cumming," she moaned. "Oh, God. I'm cumming!" Her eyes found the two grinning men. "Oh, God, no!"
She humped her fingers. Cum gushed from her pulsing cunt, bathed her fingers and dribbled down the cheeks of her ass. She rubbed her clit. It was slippery with cum. She caressed it, pinched it. More orgasms ripped through her pussy.
With her face contorting in bliss, she rode the full fury of her self-induced orgasm. She wanted to stop, wished it were all a dream. She blinked, but the grinning faces of her two captors didn't go away.
"Christ, is she gonna be great in bed!" Len graoned. "Damn, look at her."
"I'm looking, buddy. See her open mouth? I'm gonna ram my cock right down her fuckin' throat."
One hand massaged her tits and nipples. Her other hand fingered her juicy fuck-hole, stroked her clit. She rolled on her ass, arched her back. Her eyes widened, staring up in horror at the two men. Their words, seeping into her numbed brain, were washing away the last of her hope.
"Aghhhh!" she cried out. Twitching spasms ripped through her empty pussy. "Nooooo," she cried. She yanked her fingers away from her clit. Shuddering, she skittered down from her orgasm. "Noooooo!"
She crawled up in a ball, trying to hide. It was impossible. They had degraded her, and she had helped them.
"Whatta show," Jen growled huskily. "Goddamn." He rubbed his crotch. His prick was aching in his tight Levi's.
"She'll be putting on a better show in the bedroom," Jake said. "A lot better show."
Janet heard. She began to sob hysterically. Eyes tightly closed, knees drawn up tight and her arms crisscrossing her chest, she prayed she would die.
CHAPTER TWO
"Come on," Len said. He nudged her with his foot. "You had a ball. Cut out the shit."
"Once she sees our cocks, she'll come around again," Jake said. "Let's get this hot, sexy lady into bed."
Janet cringed. She felt their hands on her, lifting, carrying. "Oh, no," she whimpered. "Please. You promised."
"Promises are made to be broken," Jake said. With Len's help, they dumped her on the bed. "Best-looking body I've seen in ages."
Len grabbed her ankle and pulled. "She looks a lot better spread out than in a ball."
Jake grabbed her other ankle and yanked. He gazed hotly at her pussy. "She's dynamite."
On her back, her legs spread, her pussy exposed to their leering eyes, Janet sobbed. She covered her tits with her hands. "Please," she begged. "No more."
Jake crunched his fingers into her ankle. Snarling, he looked down into her face. "I'll break your leg if you move."
She nodded, terrified, knowing that the sadistic man would keep his promise. She lay perfectly still as they released her ankles.
"She's a fast learner," Len laughed. He tore at his clothes.
Horrified, Janet's big brown eyes bulged. The men were stripping. She was going to be raped. She began to shake inside, the tremors spreading until her entire body was shaking uncontrollably.
Len was naked. He was holding his cock, swinging it back and forth. "You're gonna love this, bitch," he groaned. "Look at it."
Janet stared. She almost fainted. It was long, thick, and ugly. "Oh, God. Don't touch me with that."
Jake had his clothes off. "I got one just like it," he growled. "It's your lucky day."
Janet stared at Len's giant prick, then Jake's. It was a nightmare, and she knew she would never wake up from it. "You promised me," she wept.
Grabbing her ankle, Jake pulled, dragging her down the bed. He grabbed her wrist, tugged, yanking her into a sitting position. "You looked like you were having so much fun with yourself, we knew you wouldn't want us to leave before we gave you our cocks."
"I couldn't help myself," she sobbed, humiliated by her own passion.
Len slapped his fat cock across her face. "Give it a kiss, bitch."
"No," she screamed. "No!"
Jake grabbed her hair, twisting it in his fingers. "Kiss my buddy's prick, baby, or you'll be bald." He slammed her face against Len's prick.
Slobbering, she kissed Len's prick. The pain was terrible. Jake was pulling out her hair. She cried as Len's cock was mashed against her mouth.
"Open up," Len said. He held his prick in his fist, rubbing it over her sobbing mouth. He jabbed, banging the head of his prick against her teeth. "Open your mouth, bitch." Brutally, he slapped his cock over her face.
Filled with pain and fear, Janet opened her mouth. She kept her eyes closed. Trembling, unable to move her head, she waited for Len to invade her mouth.
Len didn't disappoint her. He jabbed forward, plowing his cock into her mouth. "Suck it, bitch. Suck it good!"
Choking, her mouth stuffed with prickmeat, Janet sucked. She was getting sick. His cock was throbbing in her mouth, banging against the back of her throat.
"She's not bad," Len groaned. "Not bad at all." He lunged forward, driving his prick deep into her throat. "Unnnn, Christ, she's tight!"
Janet's eyes popped. Her face turned beet-red. She was going to choke to death.
Len held it in her throat, jerking his hips, mashing her lips into his groin. "Jesus Christ!" He eased back, then plunged deep. "Aghhhhh!"
Jake, one hand mauling Janet's tit, his other hand controlling her head, yanked her hair, pulling her back off Len's prick. "Let me try her mouth."
Sputtering and gagging, Janet tried to catch her breath. Spit dribbled from her mouth as she sucked air into her lungs. She felt dizzy, and her throat hurt.
Jake laughed. "She'll be begging us soon, buddy." He slammed her unreceptive mouth down on his cock. Lunging up, he skewered her throat. "Baby!" He jerked his cock into her throat, cramming it full with his throbbing prick. "She is tight."
"I told you," Len moaned. He rubbed his spit-soaked cock against her cheek. "She's a natural."
Janet struggled, but it was no use. Jake was choking her to death with his prick. Her jaw ached. Her throat was raw from his stabbing lunges. She tried breathing through her nose. It helped.
"Suck it," Jake demanded. "Make me happy." He pulled and twisted her hair and mangled her tit. "Use your tongue, baby! Give me a treat."
Dizzy with pain, frightened out her mind, Janet complied. She began to suck on the bloated piece of hard cock buried in her throat. She used her tongue, swiping it across the underside of Jake's prick as he plowed her gullet.
"She's got it, buddy," Jake groaned. He twisted her hair, then slammed her forward, smashing her lips hard into his groin. He held her there, his balls churning. Her struggling attempts and gurgling whimpers had his prick throbbing violently.
Everything started to spin. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't breathe. She was fainting.
Jake sensed it, pulled her head back. "You got a choice, baby. Do it on your own, or we'll help you."
Janet grabbed at her throat, choking, spit caught in her gullet. Numbly, she nodded. Anything was better than dying. She looked at each prick and cringed.
"We're waiting," Jake reminded her. "Suck us both."
Trembling with fear, Janet brought her mouth to Jake's cock. She held it, bringing his bloated prickhead between her lips. She sucked, easing it into her mouth. His fuck meat throbbed. Panic raged throughout her body. She waited for Jake to start ripping it into her throat.
"Hey, I get a turn," Len growled.
Janet slipped her mouth from Jake's prick. She took Len's long, fat cock in her hands. Opening her mouth, she took his cockhead between her trembling lips, then sucked.
"Nnnnn," Len groaned. "She's good." He jabbed, his cock banging against the roof of her mouth. "Damn. Suck it, bitch. Suck it!"
Janet did as she was told, the alternative was too monstrous to consider. She sucked, using her tongue and working her spit into a warm lather.
"She's fantastic, Jake." Len jerked his hips. His cock sliced into her mouth, throbbing, swelling, ready to burst.
"Hold us both," Jake ordered. Grabbing one of her hands, he put it on his cock. "Take turns, baby. I don't like to be neglected."
Holding both cocks, one in each hand, Janet popped her mouth off Len's huge spit-soaked prick. "When can I stop?" she moaned. Her face was red, tears filled her eyes and her mouth was covered with spit.
"When I tell you that you can stop," Jake sneered. "Now suck our pricks so we don't get mad and hurt you."
Janet began to tremble. She didn't want anymore pain. She sucked Jake's prick into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his bloated cock head. Deep sucks had Jake groaning.
Janet pulled her mouth off Jake's prick, and she returned to Len's long, meaty cock. She sucked it and used her tongue. Back and forth, from one cock to the other, she repeated the same process: first Jake's prick, then Len's, sucking each one until they groaned.
"Faster," Jake groaned. "Faster!" Each time Janet sucked Jake's cock, he jammed it into her throat. "Suck, baby. Suck!"
"Chew it, bitch," Len groaned. "Chew it."
Janet was hysterical. Faster and faster, she took each of their pricks into her mouth. Each time, they laughed and slammed their cocks down her throat, making her gag. Choking and gagging, she sucked each prick. Spit dribbled from her mouth and, her gasps blended with their sadistic laughter.
Jake groaned. His balls swelled to the bursting point. "No more," he rasped. He shoved her back on the bed.
"I almost creamed her fuckin' mouth," Len said. He rubbed his wet, swollen prick.
"Me, too," Jake groaned. He stared down at her naked body, saw the imprint of his hand on her tit. "I ain't creaming in her mouth when she's got such a gorgeous pussy."
Janet stared up at them from blank eyes. She didn't care anymore. All she wanted was for it to end. She lay there, ready for anything except pain.
Jake climbed on the bed. His cock towered above his hairy groin. "Climb on, baby. I know it's what you want."
Slowly, her body aching, Janet climbed between Jake's long, powerful legs. She stared at his cock. It would be the final humiliation.
"Don't be so slow," Len laughed. He whacked her ass, making the flesh turn red and jiggle. "Hop on, and let's see what you learned on your honeymoon." He whacked her ass again.
Janet bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. She shook as she straddled Jake's hulking frame.
"You look great, baby." Jake reached for her tits, manhandling them as she whimpered and reached under for his prick.
She was dry. The pain had evaporated her juices. Janet shoved the fat bloated head of Jake's prick into her dry pussy. She winced as his cock pushed into her tight fuck hole.
"You'll get juicy in a minute," Jake moaned. "Relax." He pawed her tits and watched her face contort in silent agony.
"Make her juicy, buddy," Len groaned. He plopped on a chair to watch, his prick sticking up in the air, throbbing for its turn.
The pain was terrible. Jake's cock was stretching her dry pussy. She shook, but didn't scream. Jake's hands were almost as bad as his thick cock. She swooned, lightheaded. The pain was making her dizzy.
Jake's face screwed up into a sneer. "I'll have you creaming, baby. Trust me!" He released her tits and grabbed her lush, creamy hips. He lunged up and slammed Janet down, impaling her on his huge, throbbing cock. "You got it, baby!"
"Ayieee!" Janet screamed as the pain in her cunt spread like wildfire throughout her entire body. "Ayyieee!" She twisted, battling the snickering man beneath her. It was useless.
There was nothing she could do.
"Ride it, baby," Jake groaned. "Ride it and cream." She was tight, the muscles in her cunt trying to eject him from her fuck hole. He lunged up and watched her eyes pop. "Ride it, baby! Unnnnn!"
Janet swayed, feeling faint. The pain kept her awake. It was devastating. She felt as if she were being ripped apart. Her eyes bulged. She looked into Jake's sneering face.
"You're hurting me!" she cried. She squirmed and saw that he enjoyed it. She tried to stop, but the pain wouldn't let her. "It burns."
"Not for long, baby." He lunged up, driving his prick through her dry, tight pussy. With his hands on her hips, he jerked her body on his cock, lunging, fucking.
Janet's screams filled the room. She fell forward, swaying from side to side. Jake's hands kept her from toppling off.
"Get wet, baby," Jake snarled. He was getting impatient. "Get wet, you fuckin' little tramp."
"Maybe she-likes fingering herself better than fucking," Len said. His balls were aching. Watching Janet twist and scream on Jake's cock had him ready to explode.
"She'll cream, Len. You watch." Jake was determined. He lunged harder, faster, his face etched with lust. "Get juicy, tramp.
Janet bucked on his cock. His constant stabs were getting to her. She fought it but, as before, her passion was overpowering. Juice began to seep from her tight, dry pussy, greasing the cock that was invading her, raping her. "Oh, no," she cried out in horror. "Noooo!"
"Yes," Jake groaned. "She's juicy, buddy. Juicy as hell." He lunged up, plowing his prick into her now bubbling vat of creamy pussy juice. Muscles, hot and juicy, that had once tried to expel him, now clung to his driving cock shaft greedily.
Janet couldn't fight her overwhelming lust. It took control of her body, shamed her. She rocked her hips, and heard Jake groan. "Unnnnn, you like that?" she gasped.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. He fell back on the bed, his hands releasing her hips, roaming over her hot sizzling body.
"Unnnnnnnn, baby!" His hands became frantic. He kneaded her thighs, her hips, her bouncing tits. "You're soaked, baby. Soaked!"
"I know," she squealed, giving herself up completely to her lust. "I feel your cock. It's throbbing a mile a minute inside my cunt."
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "I can't help it." He jabbed up, watching her face twist in bliss.
Janet moaned. It came from her throat, deep, quaking with passion. She rocked back and forth, her tits jiggling, her brown eyes glowing. She looked at Len. "You're next."
Len groaned.
She squiggled her ass, used her cunt muscles on Jake's prick. "Ummmmm, you're so deep. God. I feel you up in my throat."
Janet was delirious with passion, her mind swirling from all that it had to bear. She eased up until only the head of Jake's prick was inside her boiling cunt. Up and down, she glided her tight, wet pussy over Jake's cock.
Jake couldn't take the exquisite torture. He held her hips and slammed her down on his cock. He jabbed up, his ass jerking, his hands lugging her back and forth over his hard, swollen prick.
Janet went insane. She threw herself into her passion wildly. Twisting and churning, she rode his cock, squealing each time he touched bottom. She leaned forward, swinging her tits into his face.
Twisting, slapping her tits at his mouth, Janet shrieked, "Bite them, you bastard! Bite them!" She was delirious. She ground her pussy down, her clit scratching into his hard, hairy groin.
Jake opened his mouth. Growling, he caught a nipple, then chewed it viciously.
Sucking it, he whipped his tongue over her bullet-tip nipple, then chewed it again. He grabbed her jiggling tits, crushing them in his hands.
Janet screamed. The agony was exquisite. The pleasure of his humping cock made it bearable, pleasurable. She wriggled her hips in a tight, frenzied circle. "Un! Un! Unnnn!" She worked her hips, grinding and jerking, her orgasm drawing her to it like a magnet.
"Fuck me," she screamed. "Harder! Harder!" She braced herself on stiff arms. Her brown hair whipped across her face as she snapped her head from side to side. Hot spasms ripped through her cunt, blending with the pain of Jake's chewing mouth.
Jake sucked and chewed. His hands mauled, pawing her flesh. He went crazy, pinching, kneading, digging his fingers into her hot, excited body. Her flesh turned red from his rough callused hands. His hips worked harder, lunging, drilling his prick into Janet's oozing pussy at blinding speed.
The pain was becoming too much. It was overpowering, the pleasure of his jabbing cock. She pulled back, away from his destructive mouth. "Unnnn, Jake." Side to side and back and forth, she sensuously rolled her hips. "Ooooooh, heaven, Jake." Her pussy was on fire. "Make me cream, fucker. Make me cream."
"Yeah," he moaned. He lunged up, making Janet scream in bliss. Again and again, he lunged up, making Janet scream, and her tits bounce.
"I'm ready, Jake. Ready to cream.'"
"Cum, baby! Cream!" He plowed his cock up into her fuck hole, his hands holding her twisting hips.
Janet's head snapped around. She saw Len watching. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She snapped her head back and stared down at Jake. "I'm creaming, fucker. Creaming your fuckin' prick!"
Janet went into spasms. Her cunt exploded, hot cum gushing from her pulsating pussy. She twisted her hips, her upper body jerking. "I'm cumming!" Her hair whipped across her contorting face. "I'm cumming!"
Jake's cock jammed up into her exploding cunt. He jabbed harder, his hands dragging her along his swollen prick. He humped, his balls churning, ready to blast.
"I'm cumming!" His prick erupted. A geyser of white-hot cum sprayed up into Janet's stormy cunt. "I'm cumming, baby! Creamin' your pussy!"
Hot squirting wads of jizz spurted into Janet's twisting body. Humping violently, he gripped her flesh in his big, brutish hands. He felt each squirt as his balls spurted it up through his cock.
Janet wailed and fell forward. Her clit became mashed between them. She slammed down, creaming again. One climax after another exploded deep in her cunthole. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her red, lust-crazed face was inches away from Jake's snarling features. "Fuck me!"
Each time Jake lunged up, he grunted. He pulled on her tits, almost ripping them from her twisting body. He groaned. His cock was drenched in her cum. It flowed over his balls like hot lava. His back arched, his eyes finding hers. "Baby! Aghhhh!"
Janet ground her blood-engorged clit into Jake's hairy groin. She spasmed on his cock, milking it, draining it of every hot drop of jizz. "More, Jake. More!" She couldn't get enough. Her mind had snapped under the strain.
Jake groaned. He jerked up one last time, then fell back. His balls were empty, his cock growing limp. "Off, baby. I've had enough." He pushed her over on her back.
Janet writhed. "You, Len. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Len did, until they both screamed and creamed.
Janet sobbed. It was over. Passion fled as quickly as it had come. She felt dirty, used, humiliated. Her own body had betrayed her. She stared up at the ceiling as they tied her to the bed.
"You're fantastic, baby," Jake said. "A regular nympho." He laughed as he finished tying her ankles.
"No shit," Len said. "A hot fuck-machine." He tightened the knot on her wrist.
The two men stared down at her, leering and drooling.
"See ya," Jake said. "Let's go, Len."
Once they were gone, Janet cried, loud racking sobs that filled the bedroom. She struggled against her bonds, but couldn't free herself. The emotional strain had weakened her, and she slipped into a light faint.
The sound of the door awakened her. She stared. "Oh, God!" she sobbed, knowing who it was. "Oh, God!"
Crystal and Tom Anderson walked into the bedroom, and they saw Janet spread-eagled on their bed. Tom couldn't tear his eyes off her. Crystal, for the moment, was too shocked to move. Janet was crying.
"Call the cops," Crystal said, taking charge. She pushed a drooling Tom out of the bedroom, then ran over to the bed. "Janet...what happened?"
"You were robbed," she sobbed through her tears. "They caught me in the hall, dragged me in here...raped me."
"You poor baby." Crystal covered her. "The police will be here soon."
"Oh, God...what about Frank?" A racking sob filled her lungs, and she fainted again.
CHAPTER THREE
The police had gone. She felt soiled, dirty. The police had stared. She knew what they had been thinking. She had also seen it on Frank's face when he had come home.
Janet leaned over the railing and stared down at the pavement below. Crystal Anderson was getting into a cab. Abruptly, she straightened up. Something had snapped in her head. The ordeal Len and Jake had put her through and the endless questions had given her a warped impression of what had happened. Her own eager participation in the rape was the clincher.
In the bedroom, she stripped off the thick robe, then slipped into a pair of shorts. From the dresser, she grabbed a skimpy summer top, slipping it over her head. Both the shorts and top clung to her lush figure like paint. "I'm ready," she purred. Spinning on her heel, she padded barefoot from the bedroom.
She scribbled Frank a note, then left the apartment. Lust boiled in her veins. It was a warped lust, created by the rapists and fed by her own natural sexual desires that Frank had brought surging to the surface on their honeymoon.
Swinging her hips, Janet padded down the hall, reliving the first few moments when she saw Jake and Len leaving the Anderson apartment. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were flushed.
She stopped at the Andersons' door, paused, her hand ready to knock. Trembling, she rapped softly on the door.
Tom Anderson opened the door. "Janet..." He was surprised. "What...what can I do for you?"
"Is Crystal home?" She gave him a wide innocent expression.
"No, Janet." His gut was churning. As he stared into her beautiful face, all he could see was the lush brunette spread-eagled naked on his bed. "She went down to the police station. Where's Frank?"
She smiled, a sizzling smile that tightened the muscles in Tom's gut. "He took a walk. He'll probably be gone for at least an hour."
"Anything I can do?"
"You could invite me in." The tip of her tongue flicked over her full lips. "It got so lonely back in the apartment."
"Sure, Janet. Come on in." He stepped aside, the knot in his gut growing larger.
Janet brushed by him, teasing him with her perfume. "I could sure use a drink," she said, strolling sensually over to the couch where Len and Jake had first forced themselves on her.
"Coming right up," Tom said. He hurried over to the bar. "At least the bastards left me my booze." He grinned and dropped ice into two glasses, then poured Scotch over them.
Trying not to leer, he brought the drinks over to the couch. "Here, Janet. I guess you can really use this."
Janet snuggled down against the soft couch. "I sure can." Accepting the glass, she sipped from it. It warmed her insides. She saw him staring, knew what he was thinking. "Those horrible men wouldn't leave me alone, Tom," she cooed.
Tom leered at her bare legs. His gaze settled on her huge tits, straining against her top, her nipples hard. He gulped his drink. "It must have been terrible." His mind conjured up fantasies of what Janet had gone through.
Sizzling on the inside, her cunt moist and throbbing against an empty channel, Janet squirmed on the couch. She spread her legs and watched Tom's blue eyes fuse to her crotch.
Janet shivered. His horny gaze was making her cream. "They did so many awful things to me here." Her eyes smoldered. "They had me pinned to the couch..."
Tom's cock was stiffening, aching inside his pants. "I guess being here brings back all the horrible memories." His mouth turned dry. He took another gulp of his drink.
"Terrible things," she sighed. She finished her drink. "Can I have another one? It helps me to relax."
Tom, hated to tear his gaze off her crotch. He nodded and took her empty glass. Had her fingers purposely lingered, caressing his hand? A lump clogged his throat as he went back to the bar to freshen Janet's drink.
"I think coming back right away to where it happened is good," she said. She leaned back and stretched her arms over the back of the couch. Her tits lifted, jutting against the thin material of her top. Her nipples, swollen with desire, were finely outlined, creating an erotic sight. "They say that if you're thrown from a horse, to climb right back on. I guess maybe coming back here is something like that."
Tom's hand was shaking as he poured the Scotch. He glanced up, gulping back his gut. His eyes devoured her. Her legs were spread wide, arms over the back of the couch, tits heaving as she breathed. He imagined her naked, the two robbers mauling her flesh as they crushed her between them.
Janet watched him come toward her, saw the bulge she had created in his pants. "Thanks, Tom." She took her drink. "This tastes even better than the first one."
Tom sat across from her, his eyes focused on her crotch. Her shorts had dug into her cunt, and soft pussy flesh overlapped. His eyes bugged out.
Janet was creaming. She squiggled deeper into the soft cushions, making her shorts dig deeper into her cunt gash. "It was horrible." She dazzled him with her hot brown eyes.
"I can imagine," he said, his voice husky. He looked up and saw that she was staring at him.
"One of them ripped my panties off, and the other one ripped my dress." She heaved a deep sigh. "Then .you know what they made me do?"
"What?" Tom gulped. His blue eyes were glazed with lust.
"They made me dance for them." She pointed. "Right there."
Tom groaned. He tore his gaze away from her crotch. "You were very brave."
Janet saw the effect she was having on him. It thrilled her. "They made me play with myself, too," she added in a child-like whisper. "God. I was squirming all over the floor."
Her soft, sensuous voice was driving him crazy. If she didn't shut up, he felt that he, too, would rape her. "I gotta get another drink." Pushing himself out of the chair, he went to the bar.
"I creamed, you know," she said, just loud enough for him to hear. "I couldn't stop myself. I climaxed . . .just like a little tramp." She pouted, allowing tears to well up in her eyes. "I couldn't stop creaming, Tom. It was shameful of me."
Tom saw her tears. He gulped his fresh drink and joined her on the couch. "Easy, Janet. Don't cry."
She melted against him, rubbing her soft body against his. "They were standing over me, Tom, watching and sneering as I made myself cream." She felt his body tense. Inwardly, she smiled, putting up a front.
Tom held her, his gut like cement. "Maybe you should stop talking about it," he said hoarsely. "It might help."
"I can't," she purred through fake tears. "I have to talk about it. I can't keep it bottled up." She tilted her head, her mouth inches from Tom's. "Hold me, Torn. I'm so afraid."
Tom groaned as he felt her tits pressing against him. Her perfume attacked his brain. He wanted to throw her back on the couch and fuck her, but he restrained himself. She had been through too much, already.
Janet squirmed out of his arms, and she stood. "I would have talked to Crystal, but...I'm so glad you don't mind listening to me." She rocked on her heels in exactly the same spot where she had stripped for Len and Jake.
Mentally undressing Janet, Tom stared. "I'm glad I can help." His voice was still hoarse. He coughed. "Talk all you want, if it will do you some good."
"Thank you, Tom." She walked to the bar, felt his eyes riveted to her swinging ass. Gripping the neck of the Scotch bottle, she stroked her hand up and down. "They were animals, Tom. Animals."
Tom was hypnotized by her shifting fist. He didn't know what to say. His head was reeling.
Janet released the bottle, and she walked toward the bedroom. "I have to look," she said. She reached out her hand. "Come with me. I don't think I could stand it alone."
Tom was eager. He took her hand. It was soft in his. "You're very brave."
Janet stopped in the doorway and stared at the bed. She was trembling inside. She leaned back against Tom and felt his hard-on press against her. She squirmed. "Oh, Tom. The things they made do in here."
Tom could imagine. The memory of Janet spread out and tied to the bed was still a vivid image in his mind, and he knew he would never forget it.
As if in a trance, she walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and leered hotly at Tom. "They fucked me here, Tom. God, how they fucked me."
Tom was staring. He was numb. He didn't know what to say. Obviously, she was under a strain. He couldn't take advantage of her.
Janet saw the turmoil of his conscience in his blue, lust-crazed eyes. She pressed. "They fucked me hard and, even though I tried not to, I had an orgasm." She smiled, enjoying Tom's agony. "I guess I'm so hot blooded, it doesn't matter how I get it. I just cream and cream and cream."
Tom took two steps into the room. His breathing was ragged, heavy, laced with passion.
"They made me suck their cocks, too," she purred. "Choked me on them." She licked her lips. "I like sucking cock, but I don't like being forced. Frank taught me on our honeymoon."
She squirmed back on the bed, spreading her arms and legs. "This was how you found me, right? I wasn't thinking straight at the time."
"Yes," Tom whispered huskily. "Crystal covered you. I went to the phone to call the police."
"I remember now." An impish grin masked her face, hiding her unleashed passion. "Did you think I looked good, Tom?" She was writhing just enough to keep Tom's gaze glued to her body.
He stepped to the side of the bed. "You were gorgeous." He wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"Oh, Tom, you're so nice." She rolled over and threw her arms around his hips. His huge cock pressed against her face, throbbed wildly. "Oh, Tom. It frightens me! Hold me!"
"Unnnn," Tom groaned. He couldn't take much more. "Relax, Janet. It's over with. In time, you'll forget."
She rubbed her face against the bulge in his pants. "Tom, you're hot." Innocently, she lifted her eyes to him. "You're so hard."
"Unnnn." He stroked her face. His blue eyes stared into her brown ones. "You're a beautiful woman, Janet. Very beautiful."
Janet spanned the bulge of his cock. "Can I take it out and look at it? I want to, Tom."
"Go ahead," he rasped huskily.
Janet eased around, then dropped her legs over the side of the bed. "You're so much different than those animals," she cooed as she pulled down his zipper and undid his belt. "You're a gentleman." She pushed his pants down, then rubbed his prick through his tight shorts.
Tom combed his fingers through her soft brown hair. "Janet. Are you sure about this?"
"Ummm, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." She rubbed his crotch. "You helped me so much by listening to me. I think what I'm doing will help us both." She looked up. "Don't you think so?"
He nodded. There was no stopping him now. His balls were on fire. He pulled her to her feet and crushed her mouth to his. He cupped her ass-cheeks, squeezing the pliant meat through her shorts.
"Oh, Tom," she gasped. "I'm creaming inside. You're going to be so much better than those animals." She rocked her hips, mashing his cock against her belly.
"Your hands feel good on me. Ooooooh, Tom." She caressed his face and opened her mouth to accept his tongue.
"Janet, you're fabulous. God!" His hands roamed over her eager body. He brought his hungry mouth to her neck, where he chewed. His hands kneaded her ass as her whimpering voice filled his head.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, her body crushed against his. "You're so strong. You don't have to rape to get what you want." She rolled her hips and gasped as he chewed her neck. "Any woman would spread her legs for you."
Janet fused her body to his, as she took his tongue and sucked. Her shorts were soaked with pussy cream. Her knees were weak. "Oooooh," she sighed, wriggling out of his arms.
The bed caught her behind the knees, and she fell back. Janet stared up into his face and saw the passion she had stirred. She writhed lewdly. "Get undressed, Tom. Let me see you."
Tom groaned and pulled at his clothes, stripping them off, then tossing them aside. His blue eyes were glued to her lush body. "Let me take off your shorts."
"My top, too," she hummed. "I'm not wearing anything underneath." She lifted her ass. Her eyes popped as Tom unsnapped her shorts and whisked them off. She pulled at her top, freeing her tits. "Catch."
Tom caught her top, and he threw it on the floor. He growled, his prick at attention.
Janet sprawled herself out on the bed. "This is the way you saw me." She humped her pussy, her dark brown eyes devouring his giant cock. "I like your prick, Tom. It's gorgeous."
Tom wielded it in his fist. "It aches for your pussy."
"Ooooh, Tom. I can tell." She licked her lips, drooling as she leered at his huge cock.
Tom climbed on the bed. His prick swung like a piece of hard steel. His balls were swollen, sore, crammed with jizz.
"I'm creaming, Tom. The way you're looking at me makes me crazy." She rotated her hips. "Ummmmmm, use your tongue first. Make it good for me. I don't want to be brutalized again. The memory is awful."
She squirmed on her back, enjoying his hot gaze on her flesh. "I love getting my pussy licked. Those animals only thought of themselves."
Tom was insane. Her voice was making his head spin. His eyes dined on the succulent meat of her wet pussy. Mixed with her perfume, the sweet scent of her cunt bombarded his senses. Her red, seeping fuck slit had him hypnotized.
"Ooooh, Tom." She spread the folds of her cunt, exposing her gaping, wet fuck hole. "Lick me, Tom. Be nice to me. If you do, I'll show you how good I can suck cock."
Janet was wild, crazed with passion. She trembled, anticipating his tongue. "Chew me up, Tom. Make me cream." She was wiggling her ass, her tits jiggling.
Unable to control herself, she quivered, desperate to have her pussy sucked by her neighbor. "Fuck me with your tongue, Tom."
Tom skimmed his hands under the cheeks of her jiggling ass. He took a deep breath, then fused his mouth to the puffy folds of her overheated cunt. He sucked, making Janet squeal with joy. His tongue darted out, plunging into the wet, scalding entrance to her pussy.
Janet cried out in bliss. Her naked body went into spasm. "Tongue me! Tongue me deep!" Her squealing voice was tremulous. She shook, her face flushed, her brown eyes wide, gazing up at the ceiling. "Tongue me, Tom. Oooooh, be gentle. Gentle, Tom. Suck me!"
With Tom slithering his tongue in and out of her hot, boiling cunt, Janet clawed the sheets and her own flesh. She found her tits, mauled them, almost as roughly as they had been mauled by Jake and Len. "I feel your tongue...ummmmmm!
Tom sucked deep. He found her clit, and he gobbled it into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over it. Frothy pussy cream washed over his face. He sucked, whipped his tongue over her clit, then sucked again.
"Yesss, Tom," she hissed. Janet rocked her hips. Slamming her ass into the bed, she ground her cunt into Tom's face. Her face was filled with passion, twisted into a lust-crazed mask.
Tom clamped his teeth into her clit. As he chewed her blood-filled sex button, Tom skimmed his hands under her twisting body. Kneading her jiggling ass, he sucked and chewed viciously on her clit.
"Ohhh, Tom, be gentle. You're biting it. Ewww, you're biting it off!" She stretched her neck, her brown eyes bulging. "Ooooh, Tom. I'm getting there. I'm so close. So fuckin' close."
Tom feasted on her pussy. He jammed his mouth hard against her sudsy cunt. Cream drenched his face. He gnawed greedily on her clit, sucking and chewing the swollen folds of her cunt. His tongue became a spear, stabbing in and out of her fuck hole.
Janet climbed steadily toward the peak and her awaiting orgasm. "Oh, Christ, Tom. I'm there! I'm gonna cum. Jesus, I'm gonna cream all over your face!" She was delirious.
Tom doubled his attack on Janet's vulnerable pussy. He sucked, drawing her clit into his mouth. He concentrated all of his efforts on her sensitive blood-engorged sex button, carrying her over into a mind-blowing orgasm.
Janet went berserk. She thrashed on the bed like a wildcat. "I'm cumming, Tom. I'm cumming! Oooooh!" With her clit trapped between Tom's teeth, Janet climaxed over and over again.
Tom bore the brunt of Janet's all-consuming passion. It would be his turn next. He sucked, chewed, and whipped his tongue over her clit. With it tight between his teeth, he jerked his head from side to side. Janet's screams filled the bedroom.
Janet bucked her hips, grinding her climaxing cunt, into Tom's face. She drenched him in warm pussy cum. "Oh, Tom. Tom! I'm still cumming!"
Tom knew it. His mouth was soaked with cunt cream. His face was coated with it. His fingers kneaded her ass, hips, then worked up over her twisting body to her tits. He mauled her tits in his hands, her nipples hard, burning into his palms.
Janet lifted her head and looked down. "Ohhhh." Seeing her neighbor's head between her outstretched legs made her crazy. Stretching her arms, Janet reached back to grab the head board. Holding tight, she arched her back and watched his hands roam and fondle her body. Her eyes popped. Another orgasm was building, ready to explode deep in her empty fuck hole.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" She jerked her hips, mashing her climaxing cunt into Tom's gobbling mouth. "Bite! Bite!"
Tom chewed. Warm cream gushed from her empty fuck hole and soaked his face. He sucked, bit her cunt, and squeezed her tits with his hands. He was flat on his belly, his prick crushed into the mattress. It ached for her pussy.
Pulsing cunt muscles beat against an empty channel, greedy for a cock. Juice flowed from the spongy walls and flowed out over Tom's mouth. She humped up, twisting, then collapsed back on the bed. Whimpering, her clit still a prisoner of Tom's chomping teeth, she skittered back from the dizzy heights of her orgasm.
"No more, Tom...oooooh, stop. Stop!" She twitched, her clit ultra-sensitive now that the pleasure of her climax had left her.
Tom finished. He pulled his mouth from her sopping-wet pussy. Cream glistened on his face. His blue eyes were on fire. She had been delicious, exquisitely delicious. He stood, his prick stabbing the air, aching for her cunt. His balls were swollen, tight under his cock in their thick-skinned sac. He leered down her luscious body. "Now it's your turn."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, yes," Janet squealed, "and what a turn you'll have." She opened her arms. "Let me lick you clean. I got juice all over your face."
Tom brought his face to Janet's. "You were delicious."
"Mmmmmm," she cooed. "You were fantastic. I really creamed." She licked his face. "Oooooh, I do taste good." Her head was reeling. The taste of her own cum had her crazy. She cleaned his face, savoring her own cream.
"Now it's time you used your mouth somewhere else," Tom groaned. "My prick. It's been aching for you since I saw you tied to the bed."
"Oh, Tom. It turned you on seeing me tied up. I'm so glad." She caressed his face, broad shoulders, and chest.
Tom jabbed his knee into her cunt as he leaned over her. "You ready to show me how much you like sucking cock?"
"Unnnn, yes," she moaned. She humped her cunt against his knee, soaking it in warm, bubbling juice. "Gimme your prick. Let me suck it." She was willing do anything for pleasure. "I'll give you a blow job you'll never forget."
"You'll have to be great. Crystal is no slouch with her mouth."
"I just hope she doesn't walk in and catch us. I don't think she'd understand."
"Neither would Frank."
"I don't care. I'm horny too much to worry about them." She licked her lips. "Bring it to me, Tom." She swirled her tongue over her full mouth, enticing him to plunge his cock into her throat.
Tom jammed his knee one last time into her cunt. She moaned, twisting in bliss as he straddled her lithe, naked body. He dragged his cock up her sizzling hot body. "How does this feel?" He lay his thick, meaty prick between her twin globes of magnificent tit flesh.
"Ooooh, Tom." She gazed hotly at his prick, pillowed between her tits. "Whewww." She brought her tits together, squeezing his cock in her flesh. "It feels hot."
Tom jerked his hips and stared at his prick as it glided through the two mountains of tit meat. "Your mouth, Janet. Open your mouth."
"like this?" She made an oval shape with her mouth, her lips covering her teeth, her tongue flicking in and out like a serpent's.
"Yeah." He grabbed his cock from the soft prison of tit meat. He rubbed his bloated prick head over her chin and lips. Lifting, he slipped his cock between her lips. Her lips clamped tight. "Unnnn, Christ!"
Janet pushed his hands away from his cock. She gripped it, then stroked it. One suck, and she popped it from her mouth. She was frightened, remembering how they had ravaged her throat with their cocks. She looked up. "Don't be rough, Torn. I'll suck you, but don't ram me. I'm still scared."
He brushed his prick over her mouth. "I understand, Janet. Enjoy it. I know I will."
"Oh, Tom, you're so kind." She winked. "I wish I could tell Crystal how kind you really are." She giggled, turning her attention to his prick.
Janet quivered and leered at his fuck shaft. "It looks so big." She conquered her fear of being choked to death and gobbled the head of his prick into her mouth. She sucked deeply, drawing in her cheeks as she squeezed the thickly muscled base of his long, throbbing shaft.
"Aghhhhhhh, Janet. Nnnnnn!" He felt the suction of her hungry mouth. It stirred the rumbling jizz boiling in his balls. "Goddamn."
Janet sucked, becoming bolder every second. She swirled her tongue around his bloated prick head, skipping it through his piss slit. She was in heaven.
Tom jerked forward. The head of his cock brushed against the roof of her mouth, then pressed against the entrance to her throat. He growled. Her teeth were digging into his prick shaft. Lights exploded behind his eyes. He eased up, controlling his passion.
Janet relaxed her grip on his shaft. She caressed his balls, his hips and the cheeks of his ass. Easing his prick into her throat, she relaxed her muscles, taking his hard, throbbing inches until his groin was flush with her lips.
"Jesus, Janet," he groaned. He peered down and saw her bulging eyes, scarlet face. His prick was buried to the hilt.
Janet's pussy creamed. Hot buttery sauce oozed from her cuntslit as she went into spasm. His cock was throbbing all the way into her stomach. She eased him back, dragging her teeth along his shaft. Her fingers scratched at his ass, his thighs, his heavy, cum-stuffed balls.
Gurgling, she sucked, her tongue a whip, lashing over his half-buried prick. She plunged her mouth onto his prick, allowing it to rip into her throat. The fear was gone completely. She chewed her teeth into his cockshaft, urging him to fuck her face.
Tom didn't disappoint her. Growling like a bear, he lunged forward, eased back, then plunged again. He pounded her face with his cock. A quick series of jabs had his prick swelling to the bursting point. His balls slapped against her chin. His prick shaft scraped along her teeth. He was getting ready to explode.
Janet was overwhelmed. She scratched her way around his jabbing hips to claw his ass-cheeks. As his cock pierced her throat, she chewed. As he eased back, she sucked. Chewing and sucking, her tongue always whipping, had Janet thrilled Tom, ready to blast his load.
Her mouth was a furnace of pleasure. Her hands, finished with his ass, raked their way up his lean, powerfully built body. She clawed his hard groin, his heaving chest. Deep sucks, gnawing chews on his plowing shaft, completely wiped away her fear of being choked to death on a cock.
Tom grabbed her head in his hands. He lifted, tilting her up an inch. "Janet!" He roared, pounding her face, his cock drilling deep, his groin smashing into her lips. He watched his driving prick skewer Janet's red face. His balls were going to explode. "Janet!"
With his face contorting in agony, he yanked his cock from her greedy mouth. "Jesus. I almost creamed." His prick lay on her lips. She was licking it like a lollipop.
"Mmmmm, you taste delicious. So much better than those animals who raped me." She flicked her tongue over his red, glistening cockhead.
"You are as good as Crystal," he moaned.
"I told you," she giggled, "and I just started sucking cock on my honeymoon. Think about how good I'll be once I have some practice."
"You can practice on me anytime."
"I'll keep that in mind," she cooed. She felt marvelous. "Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me and make me forget that nasty rape. I'm all wet for your cock. I was dry when they raped me."
Tom groaned and dragged his spit-soaked cock down her body. Between her legs, his cock aimed at her pussy as he stared into her beautiful face. "You weren't dry when they finished, were you?"
Janet pouted. "What's a girl to do? I'm only human. They fucked me so hard and fast, there was nothing I could do but get all wet and sticky, like I am now." She wiggled her hips.
Tom lugged his cock through her steamy cunt. Hot flames of lust licked down into his balls, churning the heavy load of jizz. "Unnn, Janet."
"See. I'm drenched. I'll be wetter, too, when I cream." She winked. "Ask those horrid men who raped me. I can't help myself when somebody's shoving their cock in me. I just got crazy." She humped up, used her cunt muscles on his cockhead. "All of it, Tom. Shove it hard."
She twisted on the bed, whimpering. "Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me. Make me cream. You can do better than they did." She was out of her mind. Talking about the rape had a perverse effect on her. It made her hotter, hungrier for cockmeat. "Fuck me, Tom! Now!"
His prick twitched inside the entrance of her hot, cunthole. "Here it comes."
"Yes...yes...yes!" she squealed. She was shaking, eager to have her body invaded with Tom's thick slab of hard, rigid prick-meat. "Do it slow, Tom. I want to enjoy you. Do it slow."
Tom's face twisted in agony. He wasn't sure he could do what she wanted. His balls were on fire. He pushed forward through the succulent folds of her hot, gulping cunt. The head of his prick became bathed in warm, sticky pussy cream. His cock half-buried, he stopped, marveling at the fury of her pulsing cunt muscles as they gripped and milked his prick. A tremor skittered up his spine, exploding at the base of his skull. "You're an oven, Janet. A goddamn oven."
Janet squirmed and leered up into his face. "Oooooh, Tom. It's wonderful. Wonderful." She rolled her hips, jerking back and forth on his half-buried prick. "I'm tight. I feel you throbbing. Gimme some more, Tom." Her body and voice were shaking. "Slow! Slow! Unnnn!"
"You got it." He pushed, stretching her cunt as he fed her overheated pussy his hard, thick, throbbing cockmeat. "Aghhhh!" Her cunt muscles were going crazy. It was like being trapped inside a scalding vise of liquid fire.
"All of it, Tom. Gimme it all now!" She was delirious, needing every thick inch of cockmeat he had. "Shove it, fucker. All the way!"
Tom didn't. He was enjoying her agony too much.
Janet fucked herself wildly on his prick. She used her hips, humping, twisting, greasing his cockshaft with cream. She slammed up, driving his cock all the way up inside her. Keeping her ass up, she twisted, her cunt muscles pulsating against his shaft. She fucked herself senseless, then dropped back, dazed, numb with lust.
Tom had enjoyed the show. His cock was buried, soaked. He drooled and watched her tits jiggle, her hips jerk, her face screw up in bliss. "Fantastic," he roared.
He feasted on her tits, his head ringing with her whimpering cries of pleasure. He brought his mouth down, his powerful arms keeping him balanced. He gobbled, sucking one large nipple into his mouth.
"Oooooh!" Janet cried out. "Ooooh, Tom." She scratched her fingers through his hair, then caressed his face. She used one hand, squeezing her tit, and fed it to his hungry mouth. "Oooooh, bite it! Bite it!"
Tom obliged her screaming wishes. As she humped and fucked herself blindly on his prick, he chomped and mauled her tits. He turned them red and soaked them in spit. Sucking, he filled his mouth with tit meat. Then he chewed it.
Tom's buried prick and his chewing mouth inflamed her mind. "Oooooh, Tom! Tom!" Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyes. She lunged up, impaling herself on his cock. Her clit, caught between her lunging body and Tom's hard groin, swelled, ached, feeling as if it were going to burst.
Tom allowed her to fuck his cock. He kept his hips steady. His mouth was another story. He worked it over each tit like a methodical madman. The heat of her pussy was getting to him. His willpower was being slowly eroded.
He pulled his mouth from her tits and leered into her face. His mind snapped. Her unleashed lust had taken its toll. Grunting, his face twisted in desire, he slammed forward, driving a screaming Janet back into the mattress.
His face tight, his lips drawn back over his teeth, and his eyes glowing, he pinned her writhing body to the bed. He held her down, feeding on her jerking hips, her clinging cunt muscles, the oozing juice that kept his shaft greased. His prick swelled, stretching her even wider to accommodate his thickening cock.
Stuffed to the hilt, Janet went insane. She twisted under his heavy frame. "Pump!
Pump!" Her hips ground her clit against his groin. She used her muscles on his cock, churning the cum in his balls to the point of eruption.
Grunting, whimpering, Janet battled him. She lunged up, but there was nowhere to go. He had her pinned. Her clit was swollen, mashed between their fused bodies. Even struggling, she was no match for the power he used to keep her body pressed to the bed and his throbbing prick buried in her cunt.
Tom groaned, his prick buried in her stormy pussy. He eased back, then slammed forward. "You like that?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Pump! God, fuck me!" She was insane. Passion had turned her into an animal.
Tom eased back, then drove forward. Using all of his strength, he slammed her back into the bed. He didn't stop. Again and again, he fucked her with hard-hitting stabs. Faster and faster, his hips jabbed his cock into her hot, pulsing pussy.
"More! More!" she shrieked. "Fuck me!" She clawed his arms, his chest. Humping up, she met his demanding thrusts, moaning as her soft body absorbed them.
Tom drilled her mercilessly. His cock shaft swelled even larger inside her hot vat of cunt juice. His balls grew heavy, painfully full of jizz. His groin smacked into her flesh, grinding her clit.
"Make me cum!" she wailed. She flung her body up against his pounding frame. "Ooooh, I'm there! I'm there!"
Tom set a frenzied pace. He pounded her viciously with hard, fast lightning jabs that took them both quickly to the peak. Pounding jabs and twisting hips gouged the head of his cock into her cushiony cunt walls. He took Janet into her climax.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed. Her voice filled the bedroom. She bucked under his driving body. Twisting and jerking, she climaxed again. "I'm creaming your cock. Cumming, Tom! Oooooh, God!"
Her body went into jerking spasms. Janet hurled herself up against his pounding groin. She churned her hips, twisted them. Her clit, raw, blood-filled, and exposed, mashed into him each time he drove her back onto the bed.
As he rode the full fury of her orgasm, his cock throbbing in the center of her stormy cunt, Tom's balls finally burst. "I'm cumming!" he roared. Thick cum shot from his prick, flooding her pussy. "I'm cumming! Creaming!"
"Yes!" she screeched. Her pussy gulped at the squirting wads of jizz that filled her. Janet arched her back and lifted her ass. She screamed again as she threw herself against his pounding frame maniacally, stabbing herself on his cum-squirting cock.
Tom plowed, his balls rumbling, spewing hot jism up through his bloated prick. His balls swung heavily beneath him, slapping against the cheeks of Janet's juice-stained ass. He stretched his neck. His muscles bulged and tensed. His cock continued spouting hot, white cum into her fuck hole every time he jammed her back into the bed.
Janet grabbed him, raking his chest. Her tits were sore. They felt swollen as they jiggled erotically with her every move. She rolled her hips and creamed. Her legs shot out, curled back, her heels digging into the small of his back. She was locked to him, fused to his pounding body. Her pussy had his cock, and she was creaming. She went mad.
Tom, driven by Janet's overwhelming passion, found new strength. He speared her pussy, spewing thick, stringy wads of cum into her overflowing fuck hole. The stinging pain of her nails and the thudding of her heels in his back gave him strength he didn't know he possessed.
Responding, he lashed at her with his body. Hard, drilling stabs drained his cock, turned his balls into empty shells. Groaning, he attacked for the last time, a blinding flurry of stabs that wiped him out.
He groaned. His arm gave out. Another groan, and he collapsed, crushing her beneath him. His face against her neck, his grunts muffled as he twitched violently.
Janet moaned, took his weight, and held him tight. She shuddered, her body jerking under his heavy frame. She shivered, her orgasms waning, the intensity gone. "Oooooh, Tom."
She rubbed herself against him and caressed his broad back. "Mmmmm, so wonderful." She quivered in ecstasy as her body relaxed.
Tom eased off her spent body. He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "You were dynamite, Janet. Christ. It's been ages since Crystal and I fucked like that."
"Maybe you should get her raped," Janet giggled. She rolled over, then cuddled closer. "You were better than those animals, Tom. Much better."
She kissed him, then jumped out of bed. "I better be going." She winked and picked up her clothes. "You look delicious lying there like that, spread-eagled, like I was."
"Come back anytime, Janet."
"I might," she said. "It depends on a lot of things." She slipped into her clothes. "Don't bother getting up. I know my way out." She winked. "Thanks for the therapy session." She giggled and left.
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet left the Anderson apartment. Inside, she was still shaking. Tom's cum was squishing inside her pussy.
She opened the door to her apartment. "Frank? Frank?" There was no answer. The note was still where she had left it.
She stumbled into the bedroom, pouting. "When are you coming back, Frank?" she called out to the empty room. "I need you...I need you." She peeled off her clothes slowly, sensuously. As if she were walking through a dream, she padded barefoot into the bathroom to clean up.
The water was warm against her ultra-sensitive flesh. "Ummmm," she hummed as the water beat against her tits. She soaked her pussy and ass in sudsy lather, covering her flesh with the foaming, sweet-smelling soap.
She rinsed, feeling the last of Tom's cum ooze from her cunt. She watched it mix with suds as it swirled into the drain and disappeared.
Forgetting about shutting off the taps, Janet stepped from the shower. Beads of water glistened on her skin. Leaving a trail of footprints, she walked back into the bedroom. Her body felt strange, on fire. An itch inside her cunt wouldn't stop. It tortured her.
Janet opened the large closet, and she stood in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. She blinked, her brown eyes widening. It was as if she were looking at the reflection of another woman. "Is that you, Janet?" she giggled. "Tell me."
"Oooooh," she cooed, leering at her lush, naked body. She touched her hips, her fingers trembling. The itch inside her pussy was getting worse.
"Mmmmmm." A sizzling tremor swept through her flesh. "God, I'm going crazy."
She smoothed her hands over her flat stomach up her rib cage.
Her eyes, glued to her reflection in the mirror, stared at her heaving tits and roaming hands. Soft, breathless gasps escaped her mouth as her fingers lightly caressed her sensitive tits. "You should be here, Frank," she moaned. "I need you. God, I need..." Her eyes widened.
Gulping back her words, afraid to say them, she squeezed the soft, pulpy flesh of her large tits. "Unnnnn." It came out a strangled gurgle. As she squeezed again, a wonderful tingling sensation shot through her body.
She looked down at her hands as if she were in a trance. Her brown eyes bulged, gazing hotly at her kneading fingers. "Mmmmm," she hummed. She massaged the plump meat of her tits.
Janet turned her gaze back to the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright. She was trembling, and she knew the inside of her cunt was sopping wet.
"Frank," she moaned, staring at her erotic reflection. "I need you. Need you now." Frantic, she slid her hands down over her tingling flesh. Her misty gaze followed her fingers along her flesh to the brown curly hair of her overheated pussy. She played with the hairs, whimpering, teasing herself.
"Oooooh," she mewled, unable to control herself. She slipped her fingers between her legs and gasped as her knees shook, then buckled. "I'm hot," she moaned. "So hot!"
Janet kept her fingers between her thighs. Staring at herself was fabulous, something she had never done before. She giggled under her breath. There were a lot of things she had done lately that she had never done before.
The brunette swallowed her lust and eased her fingers between the soft, puffy folds of her oozing pussy. "Ahhhhh!" She glided her fingers through her cunt, her overeager body in spasm. Juice coated her fingers.
"Un! Unnnnn!" she moaned. Hot, buttery cream flowed over her excited fingers. Her knees buckled again, and she almost melted to the floor.
Janet stroked her cunt, the sticky cream greasing her exploring fingers. She spread her legs and watched her face twist into a mask of unbridled lust. Her clit was hard, and her fingers bumped against it. Frenzied jolts of passion shot up through her pussy.
"Ooooooh, it's wonderful," she gasped, enjoying herself. "Ooooh." She licked her lips, fed on her expressions. Staring at herself was exotic, a complete turn-on. A wet, drunken smile spread over her face.
"Oh, Frank, you should be here to see this." She giggled lewdly and humped her fingers. With her free hand, she explored over her flesh, kneading and squeezing her soft, yielding body. As she humped her fingers in her cunt, she mauled her tits. She was ready to cream.
"Yes!" she gasped. "God, I'm cumming." Janet watched herself, her legs no longer able to support her. She melted to the floor, writhing and whimpering as a mild orgasm washed over her and left her trembling in ecstasy.
It had not been enough. Janet crawled to the bed, then pulled herself up on it. She writhed onto her back and grabbed the phone, dialing randomly. "Oh, God, I can't stop myself." She didn't care. Silently, she hoped that a man would answer.
A man did. "Cramer's Hardware," he said.
"Hi," Janet sighed, her voice laced with passion. "How are you?"
"Great, lady. What can I do for you?"
"You can listen to me," she cooed. "I'm all alone and naked. I need to hear a man's voice while I cream."
"Jesus," he groaned. A jolt shot through his groin. "Who is this? Is this some kind of joke?"
"Oh, no," Janet purred. "Tell me your name, please. I'm so hot, and my fingers are between my legs. Let me pretend it's you."
"My name's Gary," he said huskily. "Who are you? Why don't I come over?"
"Maybe I'll meet you," she sighed, stroking her fingers through her pussy as Gary talked. "I'm so hot and juicy, Gary." She humped her fingers.
"What's your name?"
"Janet," she purred. "Janet with the hot, empty pussy."
"Come on, Janet. Tell me where you are, and I'll fill your pussy with my cock." He kept his voice low. There were customers milling about.
"Ohhhh, Gary. Is your cock big and fat?"
"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "Long and thick. You'll love it. Tell me where you are."
"I'm in bed, Gary. In bed, talking to you." She giggled dirtily as he groaned. "Am I turning you on?"
"Christ," he groaned, muffling his voice. "What do you think? My prick is aching. Where are you?"
"Ohhhh, Gary," she hummed, ignoring his questions. "I've got big tits and a hot pussy. Maybe I'll get dressed after I cream, and you can meet me."
"Sure," Gary said. "Name the spot." He was listening to her breathe. His mind conjured up an image of her. A groan struggled from his throat.
"I have my fingers up inside my pussy, Gary. I wish it were your cock. Ooooh, how I wish it were a cock."
Gary was out of his mind. He held the phone, his knuckles white. Janet's voice seemed to reach down into his pants and stroke his prick. "Cream, Janet. Cream, and then we'll meet."
"Yes, Gary," she sighed. "God, I'm soaked." She held the phone to her ear and heard Gary breathing. It excited her. She found her clit and smeared hot, syrupy pussy cream over it. "Mmmmmm, I'm getting close, Gary. I'm gonna cream all over the bed."
Gary's breathing was raspy. He ignored the customer at the counter, giving his undivided attention to the panting, climaxing woman on the phone.
"I'm cumming, Gary!" she gasped. She arched her back, then creamed all over her fingers. Shuddering, she slumped back. "Gary. I need more. I need more."
"The corner of Main and Jackson in an hour," he rasped. "I'll have my lunch break. I'll be wearing jeans and a blue tee shirt. I got blonde hair. What about you?"
"I'll see you." Trembling, she hung up. Her head was reeling. "Frank, where are you?" She dropped the phone back in place, then attacked her body. Gary's voice had not been enough.
Her hands became urgent, mauling, kneading the hot, yielding flesh of her tits. She clawed the skin, twisted it, turned it red, like Len and Jake had done. She rotated her hips, pussy cream oozing from her cunt, trickling down the crack of her ass.
Janet hissed in her breath. "I need you, Frank. Need you to tell me you love me." She spread her legs and humped, her ass coming up off the bed. She raked her swollen nipples with her nails, made them sore. They swelled, the tips hardening.
Releasing her tits, she clawed her way down her writhing body, leaving streaks of red in her creamy skin. She scratched her belly, her thighs, and her hips. Her fingers found her pussy again. She touched it, fondling the swollen, wet lips of her cunt.
A hot spasm ricocheted through her pussy. Janet gasped, sucking air into her lungs. "Oh, God," She shook, her fingers delving inside her fuck-hole, searching, needing stronger sensations.
The brunette probed deep, thrilling to the pulsing of her own pussy as it tried to capture her fingers. She swooned, imagining a cock being milked by her cunt. Fast jabs with her fingers hand her whimpering, writhing in bliss.
Janet humped up off the bed. Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, she gouged her cunt as brutally as Jake had gouged her with his blunt fingers. Her tits were jiggling. A tiny orgasm swept through her pussy. She needed more. Her fingers and Gary's voice had not been enough.
She dragged herself out of bed. Her misty, wide-eyed gaze fell on the bedpost jutting up at the foot of the bed. She drooled, her insides churning as she imagined it ripping into her body. "Yes!" she cried. "I need it. Frank isn't here. I need something."
She straddled the unyielding wood, then slammed down, driving it deep into her cunt. The pain and pleasure were tremendous. She churned her hips, gouging the hard wood deep. Orgasms built deep in her fuck-hole, then exploded. Her legs crumbled. Swaying, she toppled off the exquisite piece of hard wood, writhed on the floor and whimpered.
Janet pulled herself up, and she straddled the bedpost again. Insanity and lust gripped her, refused to release her. She impaled herself again on the wood, and wailed at the top of her lungs when it pierced her deep inside her cunthole. "Aghhhhh!"
Drunk with lust, she rolled her hips and fell forward, but kept the bedpost inside her. "Unnnngh," she gurgled, the wood digging into her pussy. She snapped her head back. "God, I can't stop myself!"
She wriggled, shoving the wood deeper. She kept her arms stiff, palms flat. Feet flat on the floor, Janet humped up and down. Spittle drooled from her mouth and dripped to the bedspread.
Twisting, she screamed. Her clit was being crushed. "Aghhhhh!" Jerking, she plunged down. Her eyes bulged. "I want a cock! A cock! Frank!"
Janet was boiling in her own juices. She clawed the spread in her fists. Her tits swung beneath her gyrating body. Hot gasping cries echoed in the bedroom. "I have to cream!" She was insane. "Jake! Len! Tom! Frank! Where are you!"
She slammed herself down on the bedpost and screamed. The round, thick tip ripped deep, stretched her juicy cunt to the limit. Hips lunging forward, she twisted in agony. A tremor rushed through her. She was ready. "Ohhh, God! I'm there!"
Quivering in joy, Janet jammed her cunt up and down on the bedpost. Her clit turned to raw meat, pulsing and swelling. Her pussy contracted, tried milking the hard, thick wood. She lifted her head, her brown hair hanging in her face, marring her already blurred vision.
"Ahhhhh!" she squealed. Her knees buckled, her body dropped. The wooden post gouged up into her gut, filling her cunt completely. Her spasms grew stronger. Her juices flowed more freely.
Mouth open, spit dribbling out, she snapped her head to the side and lifted it. She could see her reflection in the mirror. It turned her on. It was like watching a dirty movie, and she was the star. She jerked her hips. Her tits swayed, and the cheeks of her ass jiggled.
"Oh, Frank," she called, wishing he were there to see. "Oh, Frank!" She swooned. Panting like an animal, her tongue hanging out, she worked viciously to make herself cum.
Her screaming, high-pitched voice filled the room. She watched it happen in the mirror, and she listened to her own voice. It boggled her mind. She was there, at the peak. "Yessss!"
"I'm cumming!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming!" She went into spasms, her body twisting, jerking on the bedpost that filled her pussy. She whipped her head from side to side, forgetting about her image in the mirror. Her vision was too blurred to see, anyway. She creamed, soaking the wood, greasing it, milking it as if it were a cock about to explode.
Janet thrashed on the bedpost as if she were a stuck pig. Rolling her hips and jerking her ass, the brunette creamed again. Her arms gave out. She crashed to the bed, her face slamming into the mattress. Her screams turned to muffled anguish.
She twisted her neck and gasped for air. The bedpost was giving her pain, too. It didn't bend, but gouged deep into the cushiony walls of her climaxing cunt. "I need...to fuck. Agllll!" Her eyes opened, staring at the blurred image of her climaxing body in the mirror. Stretching her arms, she clawed at the spread, her hips rotating frantically.
In this new, torturous position, her clit became jammed against the hard wood. Hot climaxing spasms ripped through her quivering body, one after the other. She contorted in bliss and pain. She couldn't stop her hips from moving.
"I'm bad...rape me! Rape me! I'm wicked!" Her shrieking voice filled the room, echoed in her skull.
Bucking, twisting and churning, Janet tormented herself with her guilt and her lust. Cream gushed from her fuck-hole, flowed down over the wood and her thighs. Her muscles began to ache. Gurgling, she tried to stop, but she couldn't.
One last orgasm ripped through her body. Her back stiffened. With bright dots floating in and out of her skull, she forced herself up.
Another orgasm ripped through her pussy, stiffening her legs. She screamed as the bedpost popped from her cunt. Swaying, she crumbled into a sobbing heap of flesh. Devastated, Janet slipped quickly into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER SIX
Janet stirred and stretched on the floor. Dazed, she stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. A dirty laugh escaped her mouth. "I'm evil," she sighed, squirming her ass on the floor. "An evil bitch who-likes being raped."
She pulled herself to her feet. "Mmmmm," she moaned. Her pussy squished. The insides of her thighs were warm and sticky. Swaying, her legs not completely able to support her, she stumbled to the closet. "I'm gonna get fucked again," she sighed, staring at her flushed, lust-crazed face. "I'm gonna get raped."
She wiped the perspiration from her lip and grabbed a tight, slinky dress from the closet. Laying it over the bed, she went to her dresser. "Gonna get some cockmeat," she hummed, spraying her body with sensuous perfume. "Nice, hard, thick cockmeat for my pussy."
She covered her lips with a bright red lipstick. "Mmmmmm, tastes good," she sighed. She winked at her reflection and turned. A quick glance over her shoulder made her quiver. "God, do I look delicious." Her sultry brown eyes were leering at her heart-shaped ass. "Maybe a cock in my ass-hole. I'm tired of just getting myself finger-fucked in there."
Janet dropped the dress over her head. The slick, sexy dress clung sensuously to every curve of her lush body. "Oooooh, do I feel good." She slipped into a pair of high-heeled shoes then left the bedroom.
"Oh, Frank, you should be here to stop me...help me." After a sweeping glance of the apartment, she left.
Outside, Janet looked up at her balcony, wishing Frank were there to call her back. He wasn't, and she started down the street. At the corner, she stopped, a sly grin spreading over her glistening red mouth. "Gary," she said breathlessly. "Gary wants me."
She headed down Main Street, her heart pounding in her ears. Jackson Avenue was only two blocks away. She swung her ass suggestively, enjoying all the leering faces of the men who passed. Occasionally, she turned, blew them a kiss and winked, but she never stopped walking.
She reached the next corner and stopped for the light. Glancing up and down the street while she waited, she smiled hotly at the passing motorists. The light changed. A few whistles made her giggle as her tits bounced loosely under her dress with each long stride as she crossed the busy street.
Jackson Avenue was only a block away now. Tremors swept through her pussy. Suppose he didn't show? Maybe he thought it was a joke? She pushed her negative thoughts from her mind. There were plenty of men she could taunt until they raped her.
Janet stopped before reaching Jackson and Main. A sizzling smile decorated her beautiful face. Looking down the street, she spotted him. Gary was there. She saw him pacing impatiently at the corner.
"Ooooh," she sighed softly. Tingling inside, Janet looked again to make sure. He was tall, blonde, and wearing jeans and a blue tee shirt. It had to be him. Even from here, she could feel the need she had created in him.
Slowly, anticipating their meeting, Janet started walking again. Reaching the opposite corner, the brunette giggled softly as she watched Gary look expectantly at every woman who passed. She crossed the street, each step taking her closer to him.
Gary's eyes found Janet crossing the street. "God, would I like it to be her pussy." His groin stiffened as he watched the jiggling flesh of her tits beneath the clinging dress. "Damn!"
Janet stepped up on the curb. Slowly, sensuously, she walked by a gaping Gary. "Hi," she purred. She winked, her tongue caressing her moist lips.
Gary didn't move. He was dumbfounded. He stared at her swinging ass and groaned. "Christ!"
Janet shivered, waiting for him to come out of shock, then strolled slowly down the street.
Gary recovered. Four quick steps put him beside the gorgeous woman. He slowed, keeping pace with her. "Is your name Janet?" he asked. His eyes covered her from the bulge of her tits to her face.
"It might be. Why?" She was having a ball.
"Hey, you are Janet," he said, recognizing her voice. He put his hand on her arm, stopping her. "I'm Gary. You were talking to me on the phone."
Janet looked into his face. "I don't know anything about a phone call," she cooed.
Even out on the street, her perfume was filling his head with fantasies. "You're Janet, right?"
Her tongue flicked lazily over her red, glistening mouth. "Yes, I'm Janet, but how do you know my name?" She dazzled him with her big brown eyes. "Do I know you?"
"Not yet, you don't." He grinned and stared at the creamy flesh of her tits above her low-cut dress. "We were talking on the phone awhile ago. You were saying some pretty sexy things to me."
"Ohhhh," she sighed. "I remember now. You have a very sexy voice."
Taking her arm, he led her away from the center of the pavement, away from the people walking by. The lip of the alley between two stores had more privacy. "Your phone call drove me crazy. I didn't think you were gonna show up."
"I did," she cooed. She took a step into the alley. "I'm glad you showed up. I was curious about seeing what you looked like." She leaned against the wall.
Gary came close, pressing his body against her. Their lips were inches apart. "How about coming back to the store with me? We can have a blast together. You can stay all afternoon. I won't bother opening up again."
"I'll bet we could have some fun," she purred. Janet rubbed her belly against his groin and saw the lust in his eyes. She kissed him lightly on the mouth, a quick promising taste she hoped would make him cream.
She squirmed away from him, pressing her hand against his crotch before stepping deeper into the alley. "I'm not hot anymore," she said. "You heard me on the phone. I creamed in my bed." She taunted him with her body, her voice, and her sultry smile. "I'm sorry I got you all worked up for nothing.
Gary snarled. His insides were churning. He had to have her. He stepped toward her and rubbed his crotch. "I can be a lot better than your fingers."
Janet was shaking. The fear was there. It excited her. "You said your cock was big, too." Her gaze drifted to his crotch. "Maybe I should...no...I have to be someplace in an hour." She smiled.
"Come on, Janet." He tried to keep the pleading sound out of his voice, but it was impossible. "We'll party, and then I'll drive you wherever you have to go."
"You're tempting me," she taunted. "I would like to see your cock." She let her tongue flash over her lips. "It would probably make me very hungry."
Gary hustled over, took her arm. "C'mon. Let's not waste any time." He ushered her out of the alley, guiding her down the street to his store.
"Ooooh, Gary, you're so forceful." She made sure her tit pressed against his arm. She leaned toward him, whispering in his ear. "I'm getting hot again, thinking about your cock."
Gary groaned and stopped at the entrance to his store. "You don't have long to wait." He unlocked the door. "C'mon in."
Janet hesitated, teasing him. "I don't know. I'm really a nice girl. If I come in, you might think I'm a tramp."
"No," Gary said, his eyes focused on her luscious tits. "I won't think anything like that." He reached, wrapped his fingers around her wrist and gently led her inside.
Janet leaned against the counter as he closed and relocked the door. Her heart was racing. Her pussy was sopping wet, and she was glad she was leaning against the counter because her knees were shaking.
This wasn't Tom. This was a stranger, like Jake and Len had been. What she planned to do would make Gary angry, hopefully violent. She sighed. It was what she needed.
Tom had been fabulous, but she needed to be raped, violated, abused. She was evil and had to be punished.
Gary turned around and devoured her with his eyes. "You're even sexier than I imagined." He stepped close.
Janet moved away. "Thank you." She flashed her eyes on his crotch. A tremor shot through her gut. "I'm not wearing anything under my dress," she teased. "Nothing but me."
Gary gulped, his eyes glowing. She had him crazy. "Why don'tcha show me?"
"Oooooh, I couldn't do that," she giggled. "What kind of a woman do you think I am?"
"The kind that-likes a little fun."
"I had fun," she purred. "Remember...you were listening on the phone."
"I remember," Gary said. He went toward her, wanting her. "C'mon, Janet. Don't be so shy. You weren't that way when you called me."
"I know," she said. She was backing down the aisle. "Maybe if you took out your cock. I'd really like to see it." She leaned against a door at the rear of the store.
"Sure," Gary said, his voice tight, his groin hard. "I'll show you, and you'll show me. Just like in school." He tried to keep calm, but it was difficult. His balls were on fire.
"Maybe," she taunted. "Let me see you first."
Gary was losing his patience, but he didn't want to lose the chance to get between her legs. Yanking down his zipper, he hauled out his cock. It jutted out like the trunk of a tree from his jeans. "Well? I wasn't lying, right?"
"Ewwww, Gary. You were telling the truth, all right. It's big and thick and, God, I'll bet it would feel fantastic inside my pussy."
"My thoughts exactly," Gary said, brandishing his cock. "Now how about taking off that sexy dress and letting me see how gorgeous you really are?"
Janet was breathing hard. She intended to push Gary to the limit. "Don't move," she said. "I'll give you a peek."
Gary nodded, his gaze on her lush body. "Go ahead." His prick was throbbing, exposed, his fist wrapped around the thick base.
Janet eased her dress up, pausing, the hem right below the triangle of her pussy hair. She smiled and watched his cock twitch. "Is that enough?"
"Christ!" he growled. "Don't be a bitch."
"Ewwwww, you shouldn't call me names. Maybe I should leave."
"No, no," he said. "I'm sorry." His face turned rigid, his eyes leering at her long, bare legs. "Take off your dress, Janet. You know you want my cock." He stroked it lewdly.
"It does look delicious," she cooed. Her insides were jittery. She had seen his anger and lust, and it had both frightened and excited her. She pulled the dress up around her waist, baring her pussy. "You like my pussy?"
"Yeah, baby," Gary groaned. He stepped toward her, his prick swinging.
Janet's insides began to churn. "Let me touch your cock, Gary." Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around his prick. "Mmmmmm, God, it feels good."
Gary stopped. Her hand was driving him crazy. He grabbed her, mauling her hips and ass cheeks. "Baby, you're so soft."
"You're so hard," she cooed. "Ooooh...it's throbbing in my hand." She squirmed under his eager fingers. Hot spasms attacked the spongy emptiness of her cunt.
Gary jerked his hips. "Get your dress off, baby. I got a desk in the back. C'mon."
"Finger me first, Gary. Feel how wet and juicy I am for your prick."
Gary groaned. It was his lucky day. The bitch was dynamite. He screwed three fingers into her pussy. "Jesus, you're wet!"
She used her muscles on his fingers. "Ooooh, I told you I was wet for your cock." She squirmed away from the door, her hand still jerking his thick shaft. "I can't wait until it's your prick in me."
"Me, either," Gary said eagerly. He tried opening the door to the stockroom.
Janet squirmed away. His fingers popped from her fuck-hole, and she dropped his cock. "I changed my mind, Gary." The brunette turned, her dress still around her waist. She shook her bare ass. "Sorry." Quick steps took her to the front of the store.
Gary stuffed his prick back in his pants, and he took off after her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snarled.
Janet turned at the door. "Nothing. I just want to leave. I don't feel like fucking you." She rubbed her hand over her tit. "Mmmmm, it would have been nice, though."
Gary was a raging storm of anger. "You bitch!" he spat.
Janet smiled. "I'm leaving, Gary. Maybe I'll go home and give you a call again while I play with my pussy?" She winked, then turned the lock in the door.
Gary was so angry that he was shaking. His hands had balled into fists and his knuckles were white. "You're gonna be sorry, bitch."
"I doubt it," she giggled. "Think about it, Gary. Think about your cock jabbing in and out of my wet cunt." She blew him a kiss. "Smell your fingers and jerk off."
Janet laughed and left the store, leaving a fuming Gary behind.
"You'll pay, bitch," he muttered. "You'll pay." His eyes, filled with a hateful rage as he watched her sway down the street. "You pay today, too, you bitch." He sneered, locked up and went to the phone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet strolled down the street, away from the store. She was trembling, expecting at any moment for Gary to come up behind her. She reached the corner and stopped, trying to ease the churning anxiety in her stomach. It had been fantastic, but Gary had not, as she had wanted him to, raped her. "Damn!" she muttered under her breath.
She smiled at a man, ready to try her destructive game on someone else.
A car stopped in front of her. The door opened, and Gary jumped out. "C'mere, bitch!" he hissed.
Janet giggled. There was still hope. "I'm busy, Gary," she answered. Janet walked toward him, taunting him. She looked in the car. "Who's your cute friend?"
Gary looked quickly around. For the moment, there was no one around. He threw open the back door, then shoved Janet in on the floor. "Get the fuck out of here, Pete! Now!"
Pete twisted his head around and saw Janet on the floor. "Christ!" He gunned the motor as Gary jumped in and closed the door. Peeling the wheels, Pete pulled away from the curb. "Holy Christ!"
"Shut up and drive," Gary spat. He sneered down at Janet. "You prick-teasing bitch. You'll pay."
Janet struggled on the floor. Excitement and fear mixed, turning her blood hot and her pussy juicy. "You better let me go, Gary. This is kidnapping."
"She's right, Gary," Pete said, his eyes on the road as he circled the block. "Why don't we just drop her off?"
"Shut up, Pete. This little bitch is cock-crazy, and I'll prove it to you." He leered down at Janet. "It ain't kidnapping. It's rape."
Janet struggled. The word struck fear in her heart and, at the same time, sent a tremor shooting up through her overheated pussy. "You...you wouldn't dare!"
Gary laughed as he reached down to grab her by the wrist. Pulling her up beside him, he began mauling her in his arms. "Before we're done with you, you little prick-teaser, you'll be sorry you ever tried to mess with me."
Janet was creaming. "Let me go!" she cried. "Let me go!" She struggled, but Gary was too strong.
"Pull into that alley, Pete. I wanna show you something."
"I know where you work," Janet said. "I'll tell the police."
"Come on, Gary," Pete groaned. "I don't want trouble. Let's forget it."
"Pull into that fuckin' alley!" Gary demanded. "Now! This little whore has been begging for my cock."
Janet squirmed. Gary's hands were all over her. Each time she pushed his hands away from her tits, he attacked her under her dress. "Your friend's right, Gary. I'm trouble." Her insides were churning. Fear and desire were making her tingle as if she were on fire.
"You're no trouble, whore," Gary said. He glanced out the window. Pete was pulling into the alley.
Pete slammed the car into park, and he turned around. His dark, worried eyes stared at them as they battled on the back seat. His in-sides were knotted. The woman was beautiful and sexy. He stared at her lush, creamy legs as Gary tried getting his hand under her dress. A twinge shot through his groin. "Damn," he muttered.
Gary grabbed Janet by the hair, and he twisted it. "Stop fucking around, you Goddamn tramp."
"Oowwww!" she cried, her neck strained. "Let me go." It was as if she were reliving Jake's and Len's rape all over again. It was wild.
"This bitch wants our cocks, Pete. I told you what she did to me."
Pete was watching Janet's tits bounce beneath her dress. He still didn't believe it all. Gary was always exaggerating. "Yeah, you told me."
"He doesn't believe me, Janet," Gary gasped. "You tell him." He twisted her hair, showing her he meant business.
"If you stop hurting me!" she wailed.
"Christ, Gary, stop hurting her." Pete didn't want trouble. "Maybe if you treat her nice, she might give in." He was hopeful and, at the same time, leering at her parted legs and the rich creamy flesh of her inner thighs.
Though his groin had been like cement ever since he had first heard her voice on the phone, Gary relented. He eased his grip on her hair. "Tell him, you prick-teaser. Make sure it's the truth."
The pain was gone. She sighed, trembling with excitement. "Whatever Gary said, it was the truth," she purred, leering at Pete.
Gary twisted her wrist. "Tell him."
"I teased him on the phone while I was getting myself off," she began. "Then I let him finger-fuck me in his store, and I played with his cock."
"Christ," Pete said, the disbelief gone from his worried eyes. "You weren't bull-shittin'. "
"I told you," Gary sneered. "The damn whore is nothing but a prick-teasing bitch." He grabbed her hair, twisting it, enraged with the way she had been pulling his string.
"Tell him to stop hurting me, Pete," Janet cried out. "Tell him to stop, and I'll come across for you both."
"Jeez," Pete said. "C'mon, Gary. You heard her. She's ready."
"She's a fuckin' liar." Gary used his other hand to pry her thighs apart. "All this bitch wants to do is tease."
Janet was dizzy. She kept her thighs clamped together as best as she could. She reached over, grabbed Gary's crotch and squeezed it over and over again. "I'll be good!" she cried. "I'll be terrific! Listen to me, Pete!"
Gary heaved a sigh and released her hair. "You better be," he warned. "Because, if you're not, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you."
"God, Gary," she cooed, after fixing her hair. "Can't you take a little joke? I was coming back to the store." She looked at Pete and gave him a wide, innocent smile. "Honest I was."
"I believe her, Gary," Pete said, taken in by Janet's lies. "Let's treat her nice."
"I'll treat her nice once she proves she's telling the truth."
Janet pouted, melting into his arms. "How can I prove it, Gary? Tell me." She rubbed against him, driving him wild with her body. Her hands caressed his face, his chest, then settled in his lap, squeezing and massaging his raging hard-on. "I'll do anything. I just like to play first."
Pete reached over to massage Janet's thighs. "Damn."
For a second, her hand still massaging Gary's crotch, Janet looked at Pete. "I'm not wearing panties." She squirmed, her legs spread. "Check it out." She went back to kissing Gary.
Pete leaned over, rubbing his hand up under her skirt between her parted legs. He licked his lips, wishing he were Gary. His fingers touched the moist fur of Janet's oozing cunt. "Unnn," he groaned. "She's a fuckin' fountain, Gary."
Gary came up for air. A wide grin was plastered over her face. "Maybe you'll listen to me next time when I tell you something." He pawed Janet's tits through her dress while talking to his friend.
"I like your fingers in my pussy, Pete," she moaned. "It makes me feel all mushy." She leaned back, reveling in Gary's rough treatment and Pete's gentle finger exploration. "Finger inside my pussy, Pete."
Pete did, and her hot, pulsing cunt muscles attacked his fingers. "Goddamn."
"Take out my prick and suck it," Gary said. "I'm tired of fuckin' around."
Janet giggled. "Fuckin' around makes it more fun," she purred. She looked at Pete's flushed and excited face. "Doesn't it, Pete?"
"Yeah," Pete grunted. He wasn't going to disagree with her. He looked at Gary. "Why don't you drive for awhile and let me get to know her better?"
"Bullshit," Gary said. "You can have her when I'm finished with her."
Janet humped her hips, gouging her pussy on Pete's exploring fingers. "Mmmmm. Why don't you, Gary? Let me and Pete have some fun."
"Shut up and take out my prick."
"Why don't you take it out yourself, like you did at the store?" She giggled, paying attention to Pete and ignoring Gary.
Gary became enraged. "You fuckin' pig!" He pulled her hair, yanking her face down into his crotch. "You take out my cock."
"Hey, Gary," Pete said. "Cut out the rough stuff."
"Shut up. This bitch needs to be treated like this." He rubbed Janet's face in his crotch. "Use your mouth."
Janet squirmed. Each time she angered Gary into a rage, she was overwhelmed with a sense of fear and lust. Hot cum gushed over Pete's persistent fingers.
Gary's jeans were rough against her face. Pete's fingers were fantastic in her pussy. She gasped in air, then grabbed at Gary's zipper with her teeth. It was wild and exciting, and there was more to come.
Pete was watching. His fingers were juicy. "Christ, Gary. I think she really does like it . rough."
"Wait 'til you watch this prick-teasing tramp suck on my cock." He eased his grip, allowing Janet to pull down his zipper with her teeth. "Take it out, whore. Take it out and make love to it."
Janet's head was whirling. She gasped, looking up with frightened, lust-crazed eyes. "Let me take off my dress first." She smiled hotly. "It'll make it more fun."
"She's right," Pete groaned, dying to see Janet's luscious body.
"No funny shit," Gary warned. He released her hair.
Janet eased up. "Don't worry." To lull Gary into a relaxed state, she fished inside his pants, then pulled out his prick. "Mmmmmm, why would I want to get away from this hunk of gorgeous cockmeat?"
Gary groaned. Her hands were like fire.
Janet dropped his prick, then inched close to the door as she pulled up her dress. With both men hypnotized by her lush legs and exposed pussy, she grabbed the handle of the door and tried to climb out.
Gary anticipated Janet's ruse. "You're not going anywhere, whore." He grabbed her, pulled her back in the car and slammed her face down on his prick. "Suck."
Janet gagged as Gary's prick speared her throat. Her lips were smashed against his groin. The roughness of his zipper bruised her lips.
"Suck, whore." Gary lunged up, driving his cock in and out of her wet, choking throat.
"Christ," Pete groaned. "You'll choke her to death." He was watching, his gaze going from her exposed pussy to her face and Gary's stabbing prick.
Janet choked. Her nostrils flared, and her face turned red. Eyes bulging, she struggled. If they wanted her, they would have to take her.
"Finger her pussy, Pete," Gary growled. "Maybe it'll calm the prick-teasing bitch down." He humped up, banging his groin into her face each time he jabbed his cock into her throat.
Pete grinned lewdly, stroked Janet's exposed pussy. He forced her legs apart and stared at her wet, oozing cunt. "This baby is drenched."
Janet struggled and gagged. She twisted her hips, trying to get away from Pete's exploring fingers. It was all in vain. Gary was too strong, and Pete was too persistent. Her face was stuffed with prick, and her pussy soon became filled with Pete's jabbing fingers.
"God, is she tight," Pete moaned. He ripped his fingers viciously in and out of her pussy.
"Wait 'til you fuck her," Gary growled, humping wildly into her face as he twisted her hair.
The pain and need to be punished soon blended completely with her lust. Shamelessly, no
Janet turned the attack, gobbling voraciously on Gary's long, throat-spearing cock. She sucked, chewed, and used her tongue. She wiggled her hips, thrilling to Pete's jabbing fingers.
"She's got it now," Gary moaned. "This baby is really hungry." He groaned. It felt as if she were trying to suck his balls up through his prick.
Pete grunted as he watched her hips jerk and twist. "Damn, you were right, Gary. Whewww!" Hot cream flowed over his hand as her cunt muscles pulsed and tugged hungrily on his jabbing fingers.
Janet was lost in a world of lust and exquisite sensations. Nothing mattered in her twisted mind except the cock buried in her throat. She threw herself wildly into pleasing the man she had tormented for so long. She sucked deep, his groans music to her ears.
"Unnnn," Gary groaned. "Keep sucking, whore!" He jabbed up and heard her gag. "She's fantastic, Pete! A real professional cocksucker."
Janet wallowed in his abusive words. She attacked his cock with more ferocity. Her deep sucks had his prick throbbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She squirmed, grabbing the base of his cock. It was soaked with her spit. She squeezed.
Gary groaned. He lunged up hard, plowing her throat with a mixture of anger and lust. "Gettin' ready, cocksucker. Gonna cream your mouth."
Pete was listening. Gary's groans and Janet's slurping noisy mouth had him crazy hot and wild to fuck her with his cock, instead of his fingers. Frustrated, his balls swollen and sore, he took out his impatience on her pussy.
Janet sucked madly on Gary's prick. She jerked her hips, milking Pete's gouging fingers with her overheated cunt.
Gary's glassy eyes leered over Janet's half-naked body. He stared at her jiggling ass. "How's her pussy, Pete?"
"Great, man. My cock is ready now for it."
"Soon, Pete. I'm gonna blast this prick-teasing cocksucker any second." He lunged his ass up from the seat and plowed Janet's gullet.
Knowing that Gary was ready to cream spurred Janet to greater feats. She chewed on his jabbing prickshaft and squeezed it in her fist. She swirled her tongue around his bloated cockhead each time it sliced into her mouth. Her deep sucks brought Gary to the peak. He was ready, and she was ready to welcome it.
"I'm there, baby!" Gary's back arched. He lunged up, his neck straining back. "Aghhh! I'm cumming! Creamin' your fuckin' mouth!"
like a vulture, Janet gobbled on his exploding cock. Thick wads of his jizz splashed against the back of her throat. She gagged, swallowing it as quickly as possible.
Holding her head firm, Gary humped his spurting prick into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it!" His balls erupted again. A steady stream of cum sprayed from his piss slit, filling her sucking mouth. "Ahhhhh!"
Janet gulped, not wanting to lose a drop. Her eyes bulged. Pete's fingers had her ready to cum. She began to shake as an orgasm washed over her.
"She's creaming, Gary," Pete said. "Holy Christ! She's creaming!"
Gary didn't care. He was too busy emptying his balls in her sucking mouth. His face twisted in bliss. The feel of her teeth gnawing on his exploding cock contorted his face into passion-racked expressions.
Janet, her pussy creaming on Pete's fingers, never stopped feasting on Gary's spurting prick. She met his upward thrusts, then slammed her face into his groin, gulping the length of his prick into her throat. Deep, squirting loads gushed down her gullet. Cum filled her cheeks and oozed down his lunging cockshaft. She swallowed, but it was coming too fast.
"Still cumming," Gary groaned. "Suck it!" He lifted his ass and slammed her face down.
Hot wads of spraying cum gushed into her throat. He dropped back, groaning, shaking, his balls nearly empty.
Cum gushed from her lips, from her nose, and filled her cheeks. She choked and sucked, determined to get as much of his cum as she could. Slurping noises from her greedy mouth echoed in the car. Her hips jerked, and she creamed again on Pete's fingers.
Gary roared, lunging up for the last time. He dropped back, his balls empty. He released his grip on her hair, giving Janet her freedom.
Janet pulled her mouth from his prick. Cum stained her lips. Her eyes were bright, glowing with passion. She squirmed, twisting reluctantly away from Pete's fantastic fingers. "No, more," she said flatly. "Take me home." It was time for games again.
Both men laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet went for the door, and she was halfway out before Gary knew what was happening.
"Hey, you cock suckin' bitch." He lunged and grabbed her. "Help me, Pete. She's getting away."
Pete jumped out of the car and, with Gary pulling, he shoved.
Janet didn't stand a chance. She was forced back into the car and into Gary's arms, a us prisoner once again.
Pete hopped in behind the wheel. "She is one feisty bitch."
"Drive around to the back of the store, Pete. We're gonna teach this bitch a lesson in fucking."
Pete was no longer reluctant. He kicked over the engine and jammed the car into gear. The car careened through the alley and around to the rear of Gary's hardware store.
"You two bastards will pay!" she cried, struggling. "Let me go!" She battled them. Her orgasm on Pete's fingers had dulled her lust. It had been replaced with fear.
Gary held her squirming, twisting body. "I cream when you fight," he laughed.
Pete pulled in behind Gary's hardware store. He cut the motor, then jumped from the car. "C'mon," he said nervously. "Let's get her inside, where we can enjoy her." He helped Gary drag her protesting body from the back of the car, then held her as Gary unlocked the door.
"Bring her in," Gary said, a sneer on his face. He grabbed her wrist and pulled as Pete, his arms wrapped around her waist, half-carried and half-pushed her into the rear of the store.
Gary slammed the door shut, and he locked it. "You can let her go. She can't go anywhere."
Pete freed her, and Janet staggered away, leaning against a stack of crates. She looked at them both, terror filling her eyes. But then she smiled, unable to stop her taunting. "You two aren't getting anything from me." Janet turned, and she ran toward the front of the store.
Gary caught her halfway to the front. They struggled, knocking over a shelf of merchandise. The noise of the crash and Janet's screams filled the empty store.
"C'mon, Janet," Gary said. With her arm twisted behind her back, he shoved her back into the stockroom. He shoved, almost knocking her to the floor, then locked them in. "I don't feel like chasing her again."
Pete was rubbing his crotch. "Let's get her dress off," he said, drooling as he stared at her. With Gary holding her, Pete managed to remove her dress. "Damn!"
The two men stood back, admiring Janet's lush body.
"She is gorgeous," Pete moaned.
Gary let out his breath. He rubbed his crotch. His hand touched his spit-soaked prick. In the excitement, he had forgotten to shove it back in his pants.
Defiantly, Janet looked at him. "I don't think you're going to do anything with that." She snickered and pointed to Gary's limp, sucked-out prick.
Gary smiled sadistically. "It'll be hard when I'm ready."
Janet strutted around, parading her naked body. She was lost in a world of fantasy. "I don't think so. When I suck a cock, it stays sucked."
"You haven't sucked mine," Pete reminded her. "I'm ready for your pussy."
"If you want me, you'll have to take me. I ain't giving it to you." She looked at Pete contemptuously.
"I'll take it," Pete snarled. He went for her, but she danced back, scurrying around behind some crates.
"You have to catch me first." She came around the other side, right into Gary's powerful arms. Struggling, she rubbed her naked body into him. "Why don't you let Pete catch me? Two against one isn't fair."
Gary grinned, liking the idea. "Sure, why not?" He released her, and she scampered away, just as Pete came from around the crates.
"Shit, man," Pete groaned. He stared hungrily at Janet. She was flaunting her body. It made his prick ache.
"When you're man enough, come and get it," she purred. She skimmed her hands up over her body, mauling her tits and shaking her hips. "God, could I use a real man."
Pete became an animal. He ran at her, growling, snarling. Grabbing her flaunting body, he dragged her over to the desk and flung her across it. "Whore!"
Janet struggled, her tits crushed against the hard rough surface. "Let me go!" she cried. "You can't satisfy me." She squirmed, twisting her hips, knowing Pete's eyes were glued to the jiggling cheeks of her ass. "Let me go, you rotten bastard."
Pete gazed hungrily at her heart-shaped ass and long, sexy legs. He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle and turn red. He did it again, making Janet howl in pain.
"Owwwww!" she screamed. The pain surged through her body, igniting fires in her pussy. Pussy cream flowed from her pulsing fuck-hole. She twisted, rubbing her clit on the edge of the desk. "You're hurting me."
"Fuck her, Pete. She's begging for it."
Janet twisted her head and leered at Gary. "He'll probably be better than you, but that's not saying much," she jeered.
Pete dropped his pants. His long cock jutted out from his hard groin. His balls were heavy, swollen with hot jizz. "I'll make her change her tune," Pete vowed. "By the time I'm through, she'll know what it's like to be fucked right."
"I doubt it," Janet taunted. "Let me go so I can find a real man to take care of my pussy."
Pete whacked her ass brutally. "Shut up and don't move." He dragged the head of his prick through her hot, wet pussy. "She's really turned on," he groaned.
"Not for you!" she spat. "I'm thinking about a real man, not you punks." She began to shake. Passion was boiling in her veins. She fed on their anger and hate. It made her dizzy.
The knot in Pete's groin grew. His prick was on fire. Her pussy cream had surged through his fat cockshaft and heated his balls. "She's a fuckin' oven."
Gary watched, leering at Janet's naked body sprawled out over the desk. "I'll take my turn when you're finished."
Janet stared at Gary. "Shit, you couldn't fill my ass-hole with your cock."
Gary's face turned into a mask of raging fury. "I'll show you. When he's done with your pussy, I'm going to rip your ass-hole apart."
Janet began to shake in terror. Had she gone too far? She wiggled her hips. "Give it to me, Pete. I'm bored with talking to Gary."
Pete growled and whacked her ass, turning both cheeks a bright red. With his hand sore and her ass beaten, he grabbed the thick base of his prick, then eased his bloated cockhead between the puffy folds of her hot, juicy fuck-hole. He watched it disappear inside her squirming body.
"Unnnnn," he groaned. Her hot, hungry cunt muscles clamped tightly around the head of his prick. He hissed out his breath, his gaze glued to her jerking hips.
"Can't you do better than that?" she sneered. She wriggled her hips, teasing him. "C'mon, fucker. Try to please me."
Pete gritted his teeth. He grabbed the soft flesh of her hips. He wasn't going to waste his cum in one quick jab. He was going to enjoy this smart-mouthed prick-teaser. Slowly, he pushed forward, stretching her cunt with his fat prick.
Pete's eyes bulged as Janet's moans grew louder. He stared as his prick disappeared from view, then groaned again. The pressure of her pussy around his cockshaft was fantastic. "She's a fuckin' vise, Gary. Hungry, too, just like her mouth was on your cock."
"I told you, Pete. This bitch is prime stuff. She just needs to be convinced." Gary rubbed his prick. It was getting bigger as he anticipated raping her ass.
Pete groaned and plunged the last few inches of his prick into her tight, hot cunt. Her spongy pussy muscles attacked his cockshaft. His fingers sank roughly into her gyrating hips. He eased back, grinned maliciously, then slammed forward.
The hard thrusting stab was wonderful. Janet wailed as Pete slammed her against the desk, mashing her clit on the wood. She lifted her head, lights flashing behind her fluttering eyelids. "Oooooh, Christ! Do it again! Again!" Games were over. It felt too good.
Pete smiled triumphantly. He eased back against the pressure of her clinging pussy until only his cockhead was buried between her puffy cuntlips. He saw the hot, filmy cream coating his thick prickshaft, and the oozing juice coming from her parted fuck slit. "Unn-nn. Beg! Beg!" He trembled, waiting, sensing from the way her body twitched, how much she wanted it.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was delirious. "Please! I want your cock!" She squirmed and twisted on the desk, desperately needing her pussy filled again with Pete's prick.
Pete grinned at his friend. "She's changed her tune." Gathering his strength, he drove forward, fucking his cock to the hilt again. He groaned as her high-pitched squeals filled the stockroom.
Janet went into spasms. Her clit, filled with blood and highly sensitive, smashed against the desk. She rolled her hips, the action grinding her clit on the wood.
She began to shake. Twisting her head, she leered back at a grinning Pete. "Don't stop, fucker. I like it hard and fast."
Pete pulled back, then plunged again. Her squishy pussy muscles attacked his driving cockshaft as he held himself in check, his prick buried to the root.
Janet twisted, her tits mashing, rubbing over the rough wood of the desk. She jerked her hips as her head fell back with a thud. "Ooooh, I love it!" She clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, her nails gouging into the wood. "More, fucker. More!"
With Janet's body writhing on the desk, Pete began to pump. The cum, swelling his balls, turned to fire. Back and forth, he dragged his cock in and out of her fuck-hole. Long, steady strokes through the heated wetness of her pulsating pussy swelled his prick even larger. He snarled, fighting his lust, wanting this fantastic fuck to last forever.
"Oooooh, Pete!" She squirmed. "I'm out of my mind." Her brown eyes turned glassy, rolling in their sockets. "Faster, Pete! I need it fast!" She was losing her mind.
"When I'm ready," Pete groaned. He was in charge now, and he intended for it to stay that way. His face was a frozen mask of passion, lust that Janet had created with her teasing. He continued to stab her with hard, slow strokes.
Janet, squirming in bliss, faced Gary. "He's good. Oooooh, God. He's better than you could ever be."
Boiling with anger, Gary didn't say a word. His turn, he knew, was coming next.
Pete slammed hard, making her entire body quiver. Her agonizing scream turned him on. He slammed into her pussy again, smashing a screaming Janet against the desk. He fucked her hard, pounded her with slow, violent jabs.
Janet became insane. Screaming and twisting, she used the muscles in her cunt to urge him on. "I need it, Pete. Gimme what I want."
She shoved back, greeting each horrendous jab, eagerly awaiting the next. "Ooooh! Ooooh!" It was exciting and the look on Gary's face made it dangerous. She creamed.
Pete leered at her twisting body. He picked up the pace, just enough to keep his balls at the exploding stage. "Goddamn!" he grunted as she quickly adjusted her rhythm to his. "She's dynamite!"
Janet rocked her hips, used her cunt muscles expertly, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from each wonderful stab of his cunt-splitting cock.
Pete shoved forward. His cock plowed through her spongy wetness, sinking deeper with each thrust. He parted the cheek of her ass to stare at her ass-hole, then grinned viciously. Gary would rip her apart.
"I'm there, fucker," Janet screamed. "I'm there!" Janet jerked her body. She looked at Gary. Her vision was blurred. He appeared fuzzy, but she could still see the menacing look on his face. "Ooooh, I'm ready to cum. Faster, Pete. Make it happen!"
She kept her eyes on a sneering Gary, taunting him to the end. "I'm gonna cream. I'm gonna cum all over Pete's hard, wonderful cock." She squirmed, absorbing Pete's hard, lightning stabs.
Gary's prick was stiff and throbbing. Watching the action was blowing his mind. He held his cock, felt it throb. "Give it to her, Pete! Fuck her hard!"
Pete grunted. He slammed, his jabs demonic, brutally sadistic. His balls swelled, aching as they whacked against the backs of Janet's juice-drenched thighs. "I'm ready, too," he growled. "Jesus Christ!"
Janet's body went into spasms. Hot, syrupy pussy cream drenched Pete's driving prick. Her wet cunt muscles greased his lashing cockshaft. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She snapped back her head, then drooped it, too insane to do anything but buck and jerk under Pete's piercing prick.
Pete stabbed into her overheated pussy, experiencing the full impact of her climaxing cunt. He banged her into the desk. Each grunting stab mashed her clit on the wood. He was there, ready to explode.
"Cum!" Janet wailed. "Cum, Pete!" She wanted his jizz squirting in her pussy, needing it to make her orgasm complete. "Cum!" She writhed in bliss, creaming as she waited for Pete's first wad of jism.
Pete's cock exploded, squirting thick, white jizz into her spongy fuck-hole. Hot, gushing cum sprayed from his piss slit, flooding her cunt quickly. "I'm cumming," he roared. "Christ, am I cumming!"
Taking the first thick, gooey wad triggered another explosive orgasm deep in Janet's cunt. "Oooooh! I'm cumming again! Unnnn!" She pounded the desk with her fists, drooling from her open, gasping mouth at the same time.
She bucked like a maniac against Pete's drilling body. "I'm creaming! Oooooh, I feel your cum!" Her brown eyes bulged. Her nostrils flared. Her face twisted into a lewd, drunken expression.
Pete drove forward. The desk groaned and moved, scraping against the floor. His quick, punching stabs had Janet shrieking. Each stab shot a wad of cum up into her fuck-hole. His gut tightened, and his fingers dug into her jerking hips.
"Harder! Harder!" Janet worked with him, matching his lust with her own. Orgasms built one on the other, growing stronger, more intense. She twisted her head and stared at Gary. "You're next, fucker!"
Gary nodded, his menacing cock stabbing the air.
"Un! Un! Un!" Pete's chest heaved. His balls kept churning out cum. His cock sliced through her overflowing fuck-hole. Faster and faster, he drilled his prick into her contorting body.
Janet's body began to spasm. She bucked as if Pete were digging spurs into her side. The room was spinning, turning dark. Another orgasm ripped through her pussy. She held on for dear life, her knees banging into the side of the desk, her clit now raw and ultra-sensitive.
Pete drained his balls. Every ounce of cum he had was now buried deep in her still-pulsing cunt, but his hips continued to stab his cock into her quivering pussy. "I can't stop!" he roared, churning out the dregs of his empty balls.
Janet screeched, her voice piercing the air. She raked her nails along the desk and lifted her head. She began to twitch, shaking all over. "Ooooooh, God!" She was losing consciousness.
Pete ground to a halt. His cock was spent. Inside her fuck-hole, he still felt her muscles twitch against his prickshaft. Catching his breath, he pulled out. "You got her now, Gary."
"Yeah," Gary said, eager to take over and make Janet pay.
"Oh, no!" It was too late. The air filled with her screams as Gary raped her ass-hole.
* * *
Janet dressed as the two men grinned at her. She felt their eyes on her as she walked through the store to the front door. Outside, she felt dazed. "I've got to get help," she gasped as she staggered home.
CHAPTER NINE
Janet stepped off the elevator. Slowly, she walked down the hall, pausing at the door to the Andersons' apartment. It had been two weeks since she had been dragged into that apartment and raped.
The beautiful brunette took a deep breath, then went into her apartment. She felt wonderful, truly wonderful for the first time since that horrible rape. Two days in the hospital and daily therapy had wiped away her guilt and shame.
"I'm home," she called, opening the door.
Frank came out of the bedroom. "How're you feeling?"
"Terrific!" she said. "I don't have to go back again." She winked.
Frank grinned. A few therapy sessions of his own had helped him to cope with the twenty-four-hour nightmare of the rape and what had followed. "The movers will be here in about an hour."
Janet looked around. Boxes were packed and neatly piled, waiting for the movers. "Our new place is even more beautiful," she said.
"Too many bad memories here." Frank leered at his wife. Two weeks without sex had him hot as a firecracker.
Janet saw the lust in his eyes. Until today, it had horrified her, but now, like before her nightmare began, it excited her. "I want you," she purred. "I want you so bad."
Frank's cock throbbed in his pants. "I want you, too," he said hoarsely. "I've been going crazy waiting."
"I know," she sighed. "I'm going to make it up to you now." Janet walked to him, swinging her hips. She caressed his face.
"Oh, Janet," Frank groaned. He pulled her into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue slipped beyond her eager lips into the warm welcoming wetness. "Unnn."
"Frank," Janet panted. She squirmed out of his arms. "All I could think about on the way home from therapy was your cock. I want to prove to you, my darling, that I no longer have any hang-ups or guilt about sex. My problems are gone."
With a hunger, he stared at his wife. "You sure?"
"I'm going to prove it to you." She winked. "We have time, don't we."
"Plenty of it."
Strutting to the French doors, she opened them. "It's a beautiful day for fucking."
"It certainly is," Frank agreed. He took a step toward her.
Janet spun around. "Don't move. Today, we're going to do it all." She rocked her hips, her hands skimming up her body. "You ready for a strip show?"
Frank nodded, his eyes glowing with fire.
"Sit down and enjoy." Frank plopped and, with the sun streaming in through the French doors, Janet peeled off her dress. It lay in a puddle at her feet. "God, do I feel good."
Frank groaned. His eyes popped. She was wearing black lace panties and matching bra. Her creamy tit meat spilled out over the lace. "You look fantastic."
Janet turned to stare outside. She took a step. The cool morning air caressed her flesh. "Mmmmm, I'm creaming." She wiggled her ass for her husband's pleasure.
Turning, she smiled hotly at him, her brown eyes dancing with desire. "I want you to rip off my panties and bra," she sighed. She walked toward him, swinging her hips erotically.
"You sure?" Frank groaned. He didn't want her pushing herself too far.
"I told you, Frank. No more hang-ups. I'm cured. What has happened is gone, buried. How about you?"
"It's over. Done." He leered at her crotch.
"Then rip off my bra and panties." She stood in front of him, legs spread, her hands on her hips. "Rip 'em off."
His cock throbbing, his head reeling, Frank grabbed the black lacy panties that hid her pussy from view. He tugged gently, but nothing happened.
Janet squirmed. "Harder, Frank. Be an animal."
Frank groaned, his face turning red. He yanked hard. Her panties ripped. Again, he pulled, and they came away in his hands. He was panting, staring hotly at her brown-thatched pussy.
"Ooooooh, Frank," Janet gasped. "You made me cream." She rolled her hips, humped her cunt at his face. "See for yourself."
Frank stroked and kneaded the flesh of her curvy hips. Her skin was soft, silky smooth and hot. "Janet," he groaned. His hand slipped between her legs, then stroked up through her wet cuntlips. Hot, filmy pussy cream coated his hand. "God, you're soaked."
"I know. I'll always be like this for you." She squiggled her hips. "Go inside and feel me. Finger me, Frank. Make me squirm."
Frank's hand kneaded one rocking hip. His other hand caressed and fondled the wet, puffy folds of her cunt. He eased two fingers into the entrance of her pussy and groaned as her spongy cunt muscles greedily attacked them.
"Ewwwww, Frank," Janet moaned. "Your fingers feel good inside me." She squirmed. "Deeper, my darling...deeper...oooh!"
Frank jabbed, burying his fingers to the knuckles. He twisted them, gouging at the wet, cushiony walls of her overheated pussy. The sweet scent of her delicious cunt attacked his senses, driving him crazy.
"Harder, Frank...harder." She scratched her nails through his hair, whimpering as his fingers turned her into a raging inferno of passion. "My ass-hole, too, Frank. Grease your fingers in my pussy first."
Frank obliged his hot, sizzling wife. He pulled his juicy fingers from her pussy, then came in from the back, jabbing both fingers into her ass-hole. His other hand grabbed at her pussy, and he lunged three dry fingers up into her pulsing cunt. They weren't dry for long.
"Ahhhhh, Frank!" Janet went insane. She jerked her hips, humping her cunt. Her hands slid from Frank's hair. She found her tits, mauling them through the black lace of her bra. She was in ecstasy. "Ooooooh, I'm creaming, Frank. God, do I love it!"
Dizzy with lust, she felt a sizzling orgasm rip through her body, weakening her knees. She trembled and collapsed against her husband. "Take your fingers out, my darling." She was breathing hard. "Step one of my sexual rehabilitation has just ended. The rest of the steps are even more fun."
Frank popped his fingers from her hot, twisting body. "Baby, let me get out of my clothes. I gotta fuck you, Janet. Christ, I feel as if I've been leading the life of a monk!"
Janet giggled, a dirty little giggle that made her eyes sparkle. "I feel like a nun." She danced away. "Come get me, Frank." She stood in the doorway, the balcony behind her. "Mmmmm, the sun feels warm on my ass."
Frank groaned, hauled himself out of the chair and went after his wife. He grabbed her, mashing her body against his muscular frame. "I've got to have you, Janet."
Frank mauled the cheeks of her ass as he and his wife stood half-in and half-out of the apartment.
"I want you, too, Frank." She squirmed out of his grasp. "Rip off my bra, then I'll strip you." She squirmed by him and tried dashing to the couch.
Frank was quick. He grabbed her by the bra. It snapped, coming away in his hand. He tossed it out on the balcony.
Janet spun around, her tits flopping, free from their lacy confines. "Ewwww, I like the way you did that." She taunted him, her hands skimming up her body, jiggling the sweet, succulent meat of her tits. "Mmmmm, I'm so damn fuckin' hot."
Frank went after her, stopped dead in his tracks as she attacked him. "Holy Christ!"
Panting, her face red, her eyes glowing, she tore at his shirt, popping buttons and baring his chest. She ripped it from his pants, gurgling and gasping, her mind spinning, soaked with desire for her husband.
"Unnnn, Janet," he moaned. "God." He enjoyed this new and exciting facet in his wife's character. Her therapy had really helped.
Janet tore his shirt off, then dropped to her knees. "Oooohhh, Frank." She rubbed the giant bulge in""his pants. Frantic, overwhelmed with a desire to please, she ripped at his belt and zipper, then forced down his pants and shorts. His long, thick, throbbing cock popped out, spearing the air.
"Unlllll," Frank moaned. She was mauling his prick with her eager hands. "Janet, take it easy."
"I can't," she gasped. "I want you too much. It's like our honeymoon all over again." She shoved, knocking him back on the couch.
"Jesus!" he groaned, excited by her unleashed lust. He watched her attack his clothes.
Tits jiggling, mouth open, hot gasps escaping, Janet tore off his pants and shorts. She leered at his cock, then grabbed and freed him of his shoes and socks.
Finished, she fell back on the floor and writhed lewdly for his pleasure. "Now we're both naked," she crooned, wiggling her ass into the thick-piled carpet. "Come down here with me."
Frank was on the floor beside her, taking her into his arms by the time she finished the sentence. "Janet," he moaned. His prick throbbed against her soft belly. "Unnnn, Janet." He found her mouth, feasted on it and drew her closer.
Janet wallowed in the pleasure of her husband's arms. They were together again. The nightmare was over. She was overjoyed. Her happiness fed her passion.
She scrambled out of his arms. "I want your whole body, Frank. Every inch." She clawed his chest and nibbled down to the tightness of his lead-heavy crotch. Flat on her belly, her legs spread, she rested her head on his groin and began to fondle her husband's prick.
"Suck it, Janet. like you did on our honeymoon." Frank jerked, her hot breath was caressing the head of his cock. "Suck it, Janet." He jerked up.
"I've been thinking of nothing else but sucking you," she whimpered. She squeezed his prick, then brought her hungry mouth to it. "Mmmmm," she hummed, capturing it between her soft, moist lips. "Mmmmm!"
His wife's humming was sending vibrations through his cockshaft to the churning jizz swelling inside his balls. "Suck it," he growled, lunging up. "Suck it!"
Janet clamped her mouth tight around his cockhead. She swirled her tongue over the bloated head, through his piss slit. She sucked deep, her hand stroking his prickshaft and heavy, cum-crammed balls.
Frank lunged, twisted on his back. He placed his hand at the back of his wife's head and pushed. "Aghhhhh." Her teeth scraped into his shaft as he forced his cock into her mouth.
For a second, Janet panicked, but it passed. She sucked with abandonment, proving to herself that she was truly cured.
"Yeah, baby," Frank groaned, holding her head in place as he jabbed up from the floor. "Keep sucking. Unnnn, Janet."
Janet sank her teeth into his prickshaft. His howling voice echoed in her skull. She pulled her chewing mouth off his cock, wriggled up from his groin and leaned over his prick. "You enjoying yourself?"
Frank could only grunt. She was a hellcat, and he was having a ball.
Eyes burning brightly, she mashed her mouth against his cockshaft, flattening it to his groin. She sucked loudly, wetly, up and down the length of his shaft.
"Janet," Frank moaned. He lifted his head and watched. "Christ!" He dropped his head back with a thud.
Janet used her lips, her teeth, and her tongue. Sucking, and chewing, she turned his long, thick prick into a red, throbbing mass of steel flesh. She reached his balls and sucked. Working up his prickshaft, she chewed. Reaching the head of his cock, she sucked it noisily.
"No more, Janet," Frank growled. "No more!"
Janet looked at him, a drunken expression on her face. "I'll be through in a minute, my darling. I want it in my throat now."
Frank wasn't going to complain about that. "Go ahead, baby. Chew it to your heart's content."
Janet opened her mouth, and she plunged forward, gobbling his prick into her throat. She didn't stop until her lips mashed into his hairy groin.
Frank roared. Janet's mouth was wet, hot, and greedy. "Aaagghhh!" He humped up from the floor, his prick throbbing in her gullet. He dropped back, groaned, then lunged up again.
Janet kept her head steady. She sucked deep. She used her tongue and teeth to torture him, chewing and whipping his spearing cock.
Frank jammed up, burying his prick to the hilt each time. His groin mashed her lips. His cockhead stretched her throat. Hissing through clenched teeth, he stared hypnotically at her as he plowed her face.
Janet was out of her mind. Her unleashed passion turned her into a hungry vulture. She sucked his jabbing cock maniacally. Slurping spit dribbled from her mouth, soaking his prickshaft and balls, and forming a wet mat of spit in his cock hair. She lashed her tongue over the sensitive underside of his drilling prick. Her hands raked his thighs, his groin, his hairy balls.
Frank felt the coming explosion in his balls. There was nothing he could do about it. "Janet. I'm...there! Holy Christ! I'm ready, baby! Gonna cream!"
Panting, gasping on her own spit, Janet yanked her mouth off Frank's prick. She looked at him dreamily, her soft brown hair tousled, hanging in her face, her brown eyes wide, glowing with love and desire. "You can't cream in my mouth," she whispered. "My pussy is where I need your cum." She giggled, bent over and nipped Frank's cock. "Mmmmmm, I can't get enough of it."
"We have the rest of our lives," Frank groaned.
"Oooh, my darling. It sounds so wonderful." A mask of passion covered Janet's beautiful face. "Now for some fucking." She straddled his legs and ground her cunt over his calf. "Nnnnnn, God. I'm burning up!"
Frank felt the heat and wetness of her scalding pussy. Cream drenched his shin, making it sticky and warm. The knowledge that it would be on his cock soon made him jerk. His prick swayed, spearing the air, glistening with Janet's spit.
"Ooooh, Frank!" Janet dragged her pussy up his legs, and she mashed her clit on his knee. Lights flashed behind her wide brown eyes. "I can't stop creaming. I'll go nuts when your cock is inside me."
"Then stop talking about it and hurry, Janet," Frank growled. "I'm going crazy, myself." He began to twitch as she humped her cunt on his knee and twisted his cock in her tight fist.
"It's so hard, Frank. God." Spasms ripped through her pussy. She couldn't tease any longer. She had to have his prick.
Frank grabbed, his hands sinking into the pulpy meat of her huge tits. "Now, baby! Now!"
"Yessss," she hissed. His hands mauling her tits made her cream. She released his prick and scrambled into position.
Janet dug her knees into the bed, and she flattened his cock between her pussy and his hard groin. Gliding back and forth, she greased it in warm pussy cream. "You feel my juice, Frank? Ummmm!"
Frank pawed her tits, kneading her supple flesh in his big, eager hands. He jerked his hips, the tip of his prick banging into Janet's clit as she glided forward.
Janet twisted her hips, her brown hair swishing across her lust-crazed face. "Mmmmmm, I'm in heaven, Frank. Heaven!"
She ground her body down, mashing his cock against his groin. Her hot, puffy pussylips lapped over his cock, cuddling it in velvety warmth. "I want you, Frank. So much."
"I want your pussy." He twisted her tits and watched her face flush and contort in bliss. Her nipples burned into his palms. "Inside, Janet. I want my cock inside you." He jerked his hips. "In your cunt."
"Ooooooh," she crooned, her tongue flicking over her lips. The brunette lifted her body, freeing his cock. She wiggled. His prickhead slipped into her cunt.
"Aghhhhhh," Frank groaned as the heat of her pussy seared through his prick. "Janet. Janet." His body stiffened. His cock throbbed.
"Oh, darling!" Janet was ecstatic. Two weeks ago, she thought they would never be able to make love again. Now she was taking his prick. "You're stretching me! I feel like a virgin again!"
"You are, baby!" he howled. "You are a virgin! My virgin!"
Janet fed on his desperate, groaning voice. She squiggled her hips. Juice flowed down his prickshaft. Her hungry cunt muscles gobbled at his cock as she slipped more thick, meaty inches of his towering shaft inside her scalding cunt. "Oh, Frank. Frank!"
Frank gritted his teeth. At times during the last few weeks, he had thought things would never be the same again. The hot boiling juice of her cunt and her pulsing muscles told him everything was like it used to be. "Janet!" He grabbed her jiggling hips, slamming up, burying the last few inches of his rock-hard cock into her pussy.
"Ahhhh, Frank!" Her head snapped back, eyes rolling in their sockets as she ground her cunt against his groin. She was impaled on his prick. Her tight, hungry pussy muscles surrounded his buried cock, milked it, greased it for speed.
His prick was throbbing, stretching her tight, steamy pussy. "I'm filled with your cock, my darling. Filled!" She rocked, her tits swaying, twin globes of flesh capped in swollen pink. "Don't move. Don't move!" She shivered, savoring the magnificent feeling she had thought she was gone forever.
The room began to spin. The pleasure was overwhelming. Janet fell forward, their bodies plastered together at the groin. She dangled her tits in his face, tempting him with her swollen nipples and creamy flesh. "Unnn," she whimpered, shaking them in his face. "Suck my tits, Frank. Chew them like you did on our honeymoon."
Frank gobbled on the jiggling meat of her succulent tits. He trapped one swollen nipple with his mouth. He sucked, chewed the tip of her nipple with his teeth. Then her husband brought his hands up to knead the resilient flesh, enjoying the soft texture.
Janet was out of her mind. She rocked back and forth on his prick. Her cunt muscles, active and greedy, massaged his cock, keeping it lubricated and juicy. "Oooooh, Frank. Your teeth. Unnnn." She snapped her head back and, through glassy brown eyes, watched the ceiling spin.
Frank humped up, driving his prick into the steamy vat of her pussy cream. He felt her muscles, her juice. Cream flowed over his balls, searing through his thick-skinned ball-sac to churn the jizz boiling inside. He chomped on her tits, mauling her sensitive flesh with his eager hands. His passion had him crazy. The hotter her pussy became, the rougher he handled her tits.
Janet gasped and pulled her tits from his crazy hands and chewing mouth. She flaunted her swollen tits as she rubbed them. "God, Frank. You never played with my tits like that before."
Frank growled. His face was smeared with saliva, and his eyes burned into the twin mounds of flesh Janet continued to rub. "There's more where that came from."
She was on a cloud. "Oooooh, I can't wait." She smiled wickedly, tightening her cunt muscles around his buried prick. "You feel so good inside me."
Frank's hips became a blur. He humped up wildly, slamming his cock into the cushiony fuck-hole that tormented him with pleasure. Hard grunting lunges had them both crazy. He roared, his face florid. Grabbing her tits again, he pulled.
Holding her wriggling body, he gathered up all of his strength and rolled. As Janet squealed like a kid on a roller coaster, Frank wound up on top. He grinned hotly into her excited face. "You ready?"
"Always, my darling." Janet clawed his chest, his shoulders, his arms. She humped and twisted, grinding her clit against his groin. "Always!"
Frank slammed her back into the carpet. Her squeals of pleasure rang in his head. Hard, whacking stabs had them both groaning and howling. They were close, their bodies ready to explode.
"Harder," Janet shrieked, her body being bombarded with lightning jabs. She absorbed his blows, wallowing in each one as if it were the last. Twisting, squirming, she skewered herself on his drilling cock, her body on fire, his prick feeding the flames.
Frank found the strength. He fucked into her pussy with his fat blood-engorged cock. Fast punches with his hips battered her screaming body back onto the carpet. His prick was swelling, ready to burst. It had been a long, hungry two weeks.
"Soon, baby...soon." His balls rumbled, hanging, whacking into her jiggling ass. The veins in his cock bulged. He watched her face. Every muscle in his body strained, coiling, preparing for his orgasm.
Squirming under her husband, Janet clawed her way to the peak and her waiting climax. She hovered, swirling at the edge, wanting Frank with her when she creamed. "I'm ready, Frank. Ahhhhh!"
His speed increased. His stabbing prick pierced her pussy with greater strength. "Cum, baby! Cum!"
"You, too!" she wailed. "Not without you!" It was a cry of desperation, but she had no choice. She was too hot.
Janet's eyes focused on Frank's shoulder. Spit dribbled from her gasping mouth. Suddenly, her body went into spasms. "I'm cumming! Cumming! Frank, I'm creaming!" Hot cum gushed from the pulsing walls of her overheated pussy. She bathed his hard stabbing cock in hot cunt-cum. "Oh, Frank...I'm cumming!"
Frank's hard, plowing body rode the fury of his wife's orgasm. He pounded her, keeping her twisting, gyrating body climaxing over and over again. Hot cum basted his prick and gushed out over his balls. Her passion caught him, drew him into it. His balls could no longer contain his cum. He needed release.
"Janet. I'm cumming! I'm cumming...Janet!" His quaking, deep voice filled the room as his spurting cock filled her hot, mushy cunt. Thick wads of jism splattered deep, mixed with her cunt cream. Her pussy overflowed.
They whacked violently against each other, their sweaty flesh slapping wetly. Frank's deep, guttural groans blended with Janet's high, shrill screams. Their cum mixed, oozed out over his balls, down the crack of her jiggling ass. Cream stained the rug. Janet humped up. Frank drove her back onto the floor. Both crazed with passion, they battered each other over and over again-humping, drilling, humping, drilling.
"Frank! I can't stop!" She went totally insane. She wrenched her upper body and twisted her hips. Her ass ground into the carpet, and her clit ground against his groin. Tits floundering, she writhed beneath his lunging body. "Oh, Frank, I'm so crazy hot!"
Frank never stopped pounding. His arms buckled, but he managed to stiffen them again. Watching Janet cum was too fantastic to miss. "I love you!" he roared as more cum squirted from his piss slit and flooded her cunt. "I love you!"
"I love you, Frank. Keep fucking! Don't stop!" She threw herself up against his lashing body, rolled her hips and crushed her clit on him. "Ahhhhh!" She curled her fingers into fists, then pounded his arms. Her head snapped from side to side. Brown silky hair lashed over her scarlet face.
Frank was losing his strength rapidly through his spouting cock. His arms gave out, and he collapsed, smashing his writhing, screaming wife between his hard frame and the thick-piled carpet. His mouth found her throat. Slobbering, he moaned, his balls still churning out cum.
Janet held him and stiffened. The intensity of her orgasm grew until she thought she would black out. She hugged him tight, her hips jerky, humping. The woman couldn't stop. She began to shake, his hips slamming into her, as his cock stabbed her pussy.
Frank groaned, the sound lost against the smooth skin of her straining neck. His hips ground to a stop, and his prick lay buried. His balls were empty. His cock had lost the steel hardness of a few moments ago.
Janet shuddered, her body turning limp.
"Oh, Frank," she sobbed. "It was wonderful." She held him tightly.
Frank eased his prick from her still-pulsing cunt. He rolled over onto his back. "I think we'd better get dressed. The moving men might show up sooner than we thought."
Janet giggled and kissed Frank on the cheek. She scrambled up from the floor, then ran for the bedroom.
* * *
The last of their furniture was on the truck. The two moving men locked the back, then climbed in the front and pulled away.
Janet looked back at the apartment house. "I'm so glad we're moving."
"I am, too, Janet. Too many bad memories." He eased the car into gear, and they followed the truck down the street.
"All but the last memory," she said, snuggling close. "All but the last one."
