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                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 7

      To Joan Pearson, the telephone call was innocent enough, but to
Carla
Reynolds, who made it, it was a matter of life or death... her own.

      "Joan...?  This is Carla... Carla Reynolds... I just had to talk
to
you..."

      "Well, I don't want to talk to you!"

      "Please... don't hang up on me... I want to explain..." she
pleaded
desperately.

      "What's to explain...?"

      "I thought that man... Jay would be gone... before you arrived...
and
we'd just have a lovely... woman-woman thing, again..."

      "So...?"  Joan was cynical, now.

      "Your husband... isn't around there is he...?"

      "No... he's gone!"

      "Just for the day... or will he be gone for a few days?"

      "Well..." Joan hesitated.  "He'll be gone for several days... I
think..."

      "Oh, where did he go...?"

      "What's this all got to with anything...?"

      "Well... if you'd feel better about things... I thought maybe
you'd want
to invite me... to your house... especially if your husband's going to
be
gone..."  Then she added, as an after thought, "Where'd you say he
was...?"

      "I didn't... but he said something about going to the mountains...
Idyllwild... I think... for some training workouts," Joan told her,
revealing
only what Arnie had told her.

      "Oh, good... then he's not likely to pop in... and spoil things
for
us..." Carla was suggestive.

      Joan had made up her mind, even before Carla's call, and she had
rehearsed what she would say to the woman who had seduced her.

      "Carla!  You're wasting your time!  I've thought it all over...
and
I-I've decided that... I don't really want the kind of thing you... you
forced
on me.  I love my husband... and I'll do everything I can to keep him
loving
me!"

      "Then... you won't...?"

      "That's right!" Joan cut in.  "I don't want... that kind of
life... so
please don't try to call me... or see me... again!"

      "J-Joan... please...?"

      "My mind's made up!  I meant what I said!" Joan snapped and
slammed down
the receiver.

      "That was a good performance, Carla!" Warren Ramsey said. "And,
I'll keep
my part of the bargain!  I'll send you to my friend Wong Ho... in Hong
Kong...
instead of to the bottom of the Catalina Channel.  Wong told me he could
use a
beautiful white woman... in one of his more... exclusive houses..."

      Carla tried to smile through cracked lips, and tears welled from
blackened, swollen eyes.  He's not going to kill me!  "Oh, Warren...
thank you!
Thank you!" she blubbered.

                                  *    *    *

      Betty Ballard had wanted to get into her car and leave the cabin
to
Arnie, but he had refused to let her leave, pointing out that she was in
no
condition to drive safely.

      In the end, she had agreed to stay.  "But, you'll have to
promise... to
stay your distance... unless I change my mind..." she had told him.

      There was very little to eat in the cabin, and as dinner time
neared,
Arnie volunteered to go down to the village to buy whatever was
necessary.  He
had decided to walk, knowing that it would help him to stay in
condition.

      Betty was fussing around in the kitchen getting ready to prepare
their
evening meal.  She had had one more drink with Arnie, as they had talked
afterward... and she was still feeling lightheaded.

      Hearing a step in the living room, she glanced through the door,
expecting to see Arnie loaded down with grocery sacks... but it was not
Arnie!

      "Who...?" she started to say, when she heard the kitchen door
open.
Glancing behind her, she froze in terror, as she saw another man coming
through
that door toward her.

      Her scream was muffled by a rough hand clamped over her mouth, as
she was
pinioned by the second man.

      "Take her into the bedroom!  Tie her up!" someone ordered.

      She felt herself lifted, carried, then she was on the big, double
bed, a
gag stuffed in her mouth, while hard-handed men tied her to the bed. 
God!  Who
are they?  Wh-What do they...  w-want...?

      "Say!  She's quite a woman!"  One of the men grinned, ogling her,
then
reached out to feel appreciatively of her breasts, free and unfettered
under
her dressing robe.  She looked up, pleadingly, into hard eyes, seeing a
blonde
man, with a scar on his forehead.  Behind the hardness of those
merciless eyes,
she saw lust... and she knew.  H-He wants me!

      "Pearson's not here!" the leader snapped.

      She swiveled her eyes around to see that he was a short, square
man, with
very white hair.  N-No... I'm wrong!  They're looking for Arnie!  Then,
she
remembered.  He had told her some people were trying to find him... 
And, they
have!

      "How about having a little fun with his wife... while we're
waiting for
him to show?" the third man in the bedroom suggested.

      They think I-I'm Arnie's wife...!

      The white-haired man looked down at her, then reached down to pull
her
dressing robe open, revealing her nakedness to all three pair of lewdly
staring
eyes.  "Hell... why not?" he grunted. "Arnie's not going to be any use
to
her... or anybody else... when we're through with him!"

      Through fear-widened eyes she looked up at them and wig-wagged her
head a
violent NO.  She tried to scream it, but the gag in her mouth muffled
the
sound.  Rape!  Rape!  RAPE!  The word ricocheted screamingly around
inside her
skull.  A-All three of them...?  Are all three of them... going into
RAPE
m-me...? Oh, My G-God... Then, another equally startlingly ironic
thought:...
And, they think I-I'm Arnie's wife!  They're going t-to rape me... and
I'm the
wrong woman!

      The white-haired man leaned over her, and she saw that he was not
really
old.  "You can object all you want to... Mrs. Pearson... but you're
going to
get fucked... by all three of us... understand?"

      Again, she flailed her head negatively.

      Going on, he told her, "You can make it as easy... or as hard as
you
want!  If you cooperate... you won't get hurt... but if you fight us...
I can't
guarantee anything!"  Turning to the scar-faced man he said, "Untie her
legs,
Jack... for starters!"

      "Okay... Warren... but what if Pearson comes back while we're
throwing a
fuck into his wife...?" Jack queried.

      "Just keep your guns handy... after all, they're three of us, with
guns!
He wouldn't stand a chance!" Warren answered.

      The third man added, "... But, he's pretty tough!  I know!"

      "A .45 slug'll stop him, though!" Jack sneered, reaching out to
untie the
knotted ropes at her ankles.

      The third man, whose name she hadn't heard yet, went around to the
other
side of the bed, sat down on it and reached out with his left hand,
pulling her
robe aside to expose her naked loins.

      "Damn!  She's really a hot looking little piece!" he leered. "It's
going
to be fun fucking you, Doll... and I'd like to see Arnie's face when he
finds
out I did!"

      "Is that all you want... revenge?" Warren asked.

      "Yeah... and I'll get it, too!"

      His hand was on her inner thigh now, caressing her and moving
upward.
Looking down, Betty saw then that his right hand was encased in a cast. 
The
man's face was scarred, his nose had been broken, giving him an evil
look.  She
was revulsed by his appearance, and tried to clench her thighs tightly
together.  He snickered at her.  "You can't keep them together like that
for
long!"

      Then, as she looked beyond the seated man, she saw Jack standing
at the
foot of the bed.  He had taken off all of his clothes, and: as she
watched, his
shorts came off.  Standing out rigidly from his body, his massively hard
erection jerked throbbingly in his hand that gripped the shaft of it
lightly.

      "Warren..." he was saying.  "It'll be a hell of a lot more fun...
if we
untie her completely... and take the gag off... what do you say...?"

      "Okay!" he agreed, coming to the bed to sit down beside her.

      Shoving his pistol into her face, he growled, "You see this...? 
Well...
if I untie you... and take that gag out of your mouth... you'll do
exactly what
we want you to do... and no talking or screeching... understand?"

      Betty stared at the gun and knew that he meant business.  She
moved her
head up and down in understanding.

      To cinch it down for her, he went on, "... Because... otherwise,
Baby...
I'll shove this cannon up your sweet, little cunt... and blow your
insides
out!"

      The threat was delivered with a deadliness she couldn't believe. 
My
God... I-I'm sure he's capable of doing it too!  The horrible vision of
a death
like that passed in gory detail before her eyes... and she knew there
was
nothing she could do but accept whatever they did to her... if she
expected to
live!

      Jack released her hands, while Warren removed the gag from her
mouth.

      "You understand... don't you?"

      With a wary look at the pistol in his hand, she murmured,
"Y-Yes... But
I-I'm..."

      "That's all!  No more talking!" he snapped, silencing her, as she
wanted
to tell them that they had made a horrible mistake... that she wasn't
Arnie's
wife!

      Now, Warren was standing beside the bed taking off his clothing,
while
Jack stretched out, naked, on the bed beside her, his warm body
snuggling into
close contact, the hardened shaft of his throbbing cock pressing up
tight
against the smooth flesh of her thigh.  Then his hands swarmed over the
luscious contours of her body, kneading and massaging, cupping and
tweaking,
and his mouth captured hers, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth,
sinuously,
to taste and savor.

      Betty was sure it wouldn't happen!  She was being forced...
raped...
threatened with death... if she didn't cooperate, but as the naked man
beside
her mauled the sensitive mounds of her smoothly pliant breasts, teasing
the
nipples into coning erection, while at the same time, his tongue flicked
in and
out of her mouth, she found herself responding to him.  God!  She didn't
want
that!  They could force her... but she didn't have to like it!

      ... Now, warm hands worked their way up her thighs, toward the
nakedness
of her loins, and unconsciously she clamped her thighs together.

      "Open your legs!" Warren ordered.

      Reluctantly, fear clutching at her insides, she slowly allowed her
thighs
to relax.  She heard him gasp, as he forced her legs to splay wide, and
then he
was crawling in between the white, tapering columns.  Try as she might
she
could not control the trembling of her legs.

      "God damn!  That's the sweetest little cunt I've seen... in a long
time!"

      Then, she felt his blunt finger tracing the length of her now
tinglingly
vibrant cuntal furrow, rubbing against the short length of her
sensitively
hardened clitoral bud, causing her to grind her hips, gyratingly, in an
effort
to escape the tantalizing sensations it generated in her.

      She felt it clearly, as his finger drifted on down to worm its way
into
the moist warmth of her vaginal opening, where he thrust it in and out
of her
then swirled it around and around just inside the opening.  No matter
how she
tried to suppress it, her desire was being rekindled by these lewd
rapists...
and she couldn't help it.  Arcing, electric sensations grounded
themselves in
her loins and flashed along her nerve endings, ecstatically, until she
found
that her hips were undulating up involuntarily to meet his obscenely
stimulating finger.

      Lying down beside her, the third man, whose name had still not
been
mentioned, and who was hampered in undressing, no doubt, by the cast on
his
right hand, pressed his hard-muscled body in close to her.  She could
feel the
enormously hard shaft of his erectile penis against the satin-smooth
skin of
her thigh, matching Jack's on the opposite side.

      Down between her legs, she felt Warren pull his moistened finger
from her
rapidly heating vaginal tunnel; then, using both hands, he raised her
knees,
flexing them, his warm palms sliding caressingly down the inner
velvet-smooth
flesh of her thighs, forcing them wider apart, until his hands framed
the
golden-downed lips of her cringingly expectant slit.  His thumbs, on
either
side, slowly spread her coral-tinged petals, flowering her open to him,
and she
could feel the cooling air as it washed over the moist warmth of her
most
secret flesh.  She knew what was coming next, and she had a feverish
impulse to
cry out... stop him; at the same time, a grisly image of what he
threatened
bounced around inside her skull.  Life was too dear!  Her thighs
relaxed, and
she allowed her hips to rise up to meet his long, moistly taunting
tongue.  It
teased at her coral-lined opening for a long moment, before he plunged
the
wetly flicking tip deep up into her searing, liquid depths. 
Involuntarily she
moaned, as slashing erotic sensations surged uncontrollably through her
whole
body.

      Now, the third man, stretched out on the opposite side from Jack,
was
nibbling and sucking at a distended nipple, while his hand kneaded the
softly
resilient flesh of the opposite breast.

      Sensation after sensation crowded in on her, and she found herself
sucking hungrily at Jack's tongue, writhing her torso up to the third
man's
nibbling, sucking mouth, jiggling her breasts prettily for his benefit. 
Below,
her loins gyrated, grindingly up into Warren's face, as his tongue
flicked in
and out of her now lust-filled cunt.

      Shifting upward, then, Warren's lips grazed their way through her
sensation-seared vaginal furrow to find the sensitively erect bud of her
clitoris, hidden in its fold of flesh, the sparse golden curls of her
pubic
hair parting as his tongue pressured tantalizingly into it.

      Both men, lying on either side of her, pressing their naked bodies
against her, felt the deep shock of it in her.  She gasped as the heat
lightning his tongue generated was grounded deep in her quivering belly,
the
arcing flash of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from
his
lashing tongue, but in the very next instant, uncontrollably, her loins
undulated up to him, wanting more of his lewdly licking tongue.

      "Oh... OOoohh...!" she moaned up into Jack's mouth.

      Unwanted, exquisite sensations seemed to multiply themselves in
her body,
and she could do nothing to stop them.  She liked Jack's kiss, his
darting
tongue alive in her mouth, the warmth of his caressing hand that roamed
over
her body, and on her other side, the man with the injured hand, sucked
at her
breasts, as his good hand, cupped and kneaded, fondling the firm
roundness of
its satiny smooth flesh.  She liked that, too... liked the feeling of
her
hardened nipples being nibbled on and spiking out into his warm palm.

      And, then, Warren, below, took the throbbingly erect bud of her
clitoris
between his teeth, holding it imprisoned, while his tongue danced a
whirling
dervish, circling the tiny, throbbingly vibrant head in rapid tempo.

      "Oh, My Goddddd!" she breathed up into Jack's mouth.

      The intensity of the sensations she experienced was almost more
than she
could bear.

      Groping with both hands, she found Warren's head, entangling her
fingers
in his hair and pulling his face in tight to her sensation-filled loins.

      For several moments, she spiraled upward in ever-increasing
arousal,
conscious of everything that each of the three men were doing.

      ... Then, suddenly, Warren pulled away from her, and she felt
instant
disappointment.

      "Okay, Baby... that's enough of that!  It's time you were being
fucked!"
Warren Ramsey grunted.

      Instinctively, the two men on either side of her also pulled away
to make
room for their leader, who now knelt between her moistly wide-spread
thighs.
She looked down, fearfully, to see that he gripped the hugely pulsing
shaft of
his cock.  Hypnotized, she watched, as he slowly retracted the heavy
foreskin
to reveal the shiny, red-satin smoothness of his cock head.  There was a
tiny
droplet of viscous moisture oozing from the thin little slit at its tip.

      Leering into her face lewdly, he asked, "You ready... for some
fucking?"

      Dismally, Betty answered, "You haven't given me a... ch-choice...
really!"

      "You're damned right!" the white-haired Ramsey grated.

      The third man leaned up, and addressing his boss said, "Warren...
why
don't we give her the full treatment... right now...?"

      "What do you mean... Ollie...?"

      "Hell... get her up on her knees... so she can handle more than
one at a
time!"

      Ramsey was agreeable.  "Okay... turn her over!"

      Betty felt herself being turned over to her stomach, her hips
hauled up
until she was on her knees and elbows, her softly rounded, full-orbed
buttocks
upturned nakedly in the air behind her.

      Coming in behind her, Warren used both hands to spread her
tremblingly
clenching ass-cheeks wide, as he guided his granite-hard rod of
throbbing male
flesh straight into her softly pulsing cuntal opening.  She gasped at
the
monstrous size of it.  She was filled as never before with the length
and girth
of Ramsey's plundering prick.

      "AAaaaaggh!  It's... t-too big!" she screamed.

      "Shut up, Bitch!  I told you no screaming!" he grunted as he
worked the
aching shaft of his cock around inside her, stretching the resilient
flesh of
her clasping vaginal passage.  Then, with smooth, short strokes, he
began to
fuck in and out of her, and the temporary pain seemed to vanish, leaving
only
insanely ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure.  With wild abandon, she
began
to thrust back at him, counterpointing his potent, pistoning cock.

      Jack Stearns was kneeling in front of her, sitting back on his
heels, his
long pulsing cock standing out rampantly from his hairy loins, and as
Warren,
slamming into her from behind, rocked her forward, her lips brushed
against the
silky softness of its blood-engorged head.

      "Here, Mrs. Pearson... you can suck my cock!" the one named Jack
leered.

      Unthinking, automatically, knowing that in this she would have no
choice
either, Betty suppressed her revulsion, and took the head of his cock
into the
saliva moistened-warmth of her mouth.

      "Turn your lips in over your teeth!" Jack growled, as her sharp
teeth
grazed the sensitive flesh of his pulsingly hardened shaft.

      She obeyed, instantly.  Then, quite naturally, she used her
tongue,
swirling it all around the smooth rubbery flesh, attempting finally to
push the
tip of her tongue into the tiny slit.

      Gradually, her revulsion left her.  She found its flavor
different...
heavily masculine, and she felt the throbbing jerk of it in her oral
cavern, as
she hollowed her cheeks and tried bravely to suck it.  Dimly, she
thought:
Why... it's not that bad... or ugly...!  And, she wished fervently that
she'd
not been so stubborn... when her own husband had wanted her to do it.

                                  *    *    *

      Walking back along the road to the Ballard's cabin, Arnie carried
two
large paper bags full of groceries.  He was thinking about the coming
evening... and how he'd try to change Betty's mind... Hell... she sort
of left
it open-ended... and I'll do my damndest to get her into the sack...
again!  To
that end, there was a fifth of gin and Scotch in his shopping bags.

      He passed a big, gold-colored Oldsmobile that was parked just
below the
cabin, on the road.  Automatically, he read the license tag... and
stopped dead
in his tracks.

      "Son-of-a-bitch!" he muttered to himself.  "They're here!" Then:
Christ!
I almost walked into a trap!

      Quickly, he ditched the bags of groceries... And Jay Ballard's
wife is in
there... by herself!

      He looked the cabin over, carefully.  There's no guard... or
lookout...
that I can see...

      Approaching the house carefully, he peeked into the living room
window,
keeping himself hidden.  The room was not occupied. He could see on
through the
kitchen.  That leaves the bedroom... God!  Do you suppose...?

      Inching himself cautiously along the side of the cabin, the big
boxer
gained the bedroom window.  On the bed he saw the sexual tableau.  He
recognized Warren Ramsey from the party at his house in Newport... where
all of
it had begun.  He's fucking her from behind... and that other guy whose
cock
she's sucking must be Jack Stearns!  Ollie Pratt's not doing anything...
right
now!

      Then he saw that all three had pistols lying close at hand! Damn! 
I
wouldn't have a chance of a snowball in hell... in there!

      Silently, he made his way back to the road and ran back to the
village.
He found a pay telephone at a service station.  Jay Ballard was at
home.  He
answered his telephone on the third ring.

                                  *    *    *

      Gradually, Jack began to flex his hips to force his aching cock
deeper
into Betty Ballard's widely ovalled mouth... and she took it, until
finally he
was driving it all the way down into her throat.  She gagged, at first,
but
after a while she accepted it, matching him, as her head began to bob up
and
down, in simulation of genital intercourse.

      Ollie was feeling cut out.  It was he who had suggested a change
in
position, but things hadn't gone the way he had wanted it.

      "God damn it!" she heard him growl.  "I want to fuck her, too!"

      "You'll have to wait, Ollie!" Warren snapped.

      "Hell... why should I wait... when she can take all three of us...
at the
same time!" Pratt came back.

      Three...?  All three... at the some... t-time??  The monstrous
idea
slammed around inside her skull.  Oh, God!  No!

      "How're you going to manage that...?" Warren asked.

      "Hell!  That's simple!  One in her cunt... one up in her ass...
and she
sucks off the other one!"

      Betty wanted to scream in protest.  She couldn't because her mouth
was
stuffed full of Jack's hotly throbbing cock.  That's impossible!  They
wouldn't!  But, she knew they would.  These three men were capable of
anything.
She truly believed they were. They're heartless!

      Then, she felt, Ollie's hand caressing the flexing orbs of her
buttocks.
It slid down between Warren's pounding pelvis, that was driving his
thundering
prick deep into her cuntal sheath, and her quivering, clenching
backside.  A
finger searching in the crevice for the puckered brown flesh of her
anus, the
tip of his finger probing at it, until it popped in past the ring of
flexing
muscle.  Then he thrust hard, and his finger was worming around deep
inside,
moving twirlingly in the soft, sponginess of her rectum.  It hurt!  She
screamed, but no sound escaped around the massive, pulsing presence in
her
mouth and throat.

      Now, he thrust in a second finger, sawing it in and out, in tempo
with
Warren's fucking prick.  She heard Ollie chortle through her pain,
"She'll be
ready... in about a minute!"

      Suddenly, Betty heaved herself up to her hands.  Kneeling on all
fours
she was able to clear her mouth of Jack's jerking, lust-filled cock.

      Frantically, she cried out, "OOOOOoooooh!  Godddd!  D-Don't do...
that...
t-to me!"

      CRACK!

      Jack slapped her face, hard, growling, "Shut up, Bitch!  We warned
you
not to scream!"  He reached out to her head, grasping it roughly and
forced her
head back down to his moistly glistening cock's head.  "Keep sucking!"
he
ordered.

      Behind her she felt Ollie's fingers being pulled from her now
slightly
stretched rectum.  His lewd voice came to her, as he said, "Now...
she'll be
able to take your cock!  Just go ahead and shove it in her!"

      Warren pulled out of her now wildly milking pussy and nudged the
head of
his rock-hard cock into the tiny, cringing opening. Then he shoved,
hard, his
legs straining as he forced the blood-engorged cock-head up into the
lips of
her tiny protesting anus a bare inch.  The pain was almost unbearable,
but she
couldn't scream.  Oh, My God... It'll split me in two!

      With super-human effort, then, Warren thrust hard and drove his
giant,
wildly pulsing shaft deep into the smooth, warmth of her spongy-fleshed
rectum,
where he flexed it deep up inside her. Sweat broke out on Warren's
face.  The
exquisite pleasure-pain of it was almost too much for him.

      "Okay!  Now, roll her over with her back on your stomach!" Ollie
instructed, orchestrating the whole procedure.

      Wrapping his short, brawny arms around Betty tightly, Warren
rolled to
his side, she following; then, he squirmed over onto his back, hauling
her up
to lie on his stomach, as he kept his penis imbedded deeply up into her
wide-stretched rectum.

      Ollie Pratt could hardly wait for her to get into position. With a
groaning rush, he forced his loins up between her splayed-out legs,
guiding his
achingly throbbing cock straight into her flowered open cunt, without
further
preparation, plunging it home into her helplessly quivering belly.

      "Oh God!  Two of them sucking me!"  Her head whirled spinningly,
and her
whole abdomen felt as though she were being torn asunder.  Then, Jack,
who had
been forced to pull his almost ready to burst cock from her mouth while
the
position changed was made, knelt on all fours, crosswise above her face,
bringing his lust-soaked cock-head down to her mouth, again, growling,
"Here it
is, Baby!  Now... suck me good... and all the way!"

      Hungrily, she ovalled her lips to take it into her mouth, not
understanding why... just knowing that now she wanted to do it, as above
her
Ollie Pratt began fucking in and out of her wildly clasping cunt.  At
the same
time, below, Warren was sawing in and out of her clinging rectum.

      A concert of motion was there among them... and now, there was no
pain
for Betty.  There was only the spiraling sensations rocketing through
her,
building within her almost beyond human endurance.

      Never in Betty's wildest imagination could she have conjured up
anything
as bizarre... and never would she have divined that it could have
happened to
her.  Three men were all fucking her... at the same time... and the
sensations
she was experiencing were simply out of this world.  She felt as though
she
were being blasted off into deep space.

      Suddenly, she began to convulse, arriving at her orgasm in an
arcing
flash of sensation.  She began to cum... and cum... and cum... almost
endlessly.

      Oh!  I'mmmmmmm going t-to cummmmmm!  AAAAAAAaaauuuuugggh!"

      She couldn't scream it aloud because of the man named Jack's cock
sliding
wildly in and out of her mouth.  Then, she was aware that the insanely
throbbing expansion of it meant that he was beginning to climax. 
Somehow, it
had never occurred to her, until that instant.  God!  He'll cum in my
mouth!
She didn't have time to think about it.  He came.  His hot, white semen
spewed
from the top of his expanding cock deep into her throat, and she was
forced to
swallow it, automatically, to keep from gagging.  She could feel it
flowing
hotly in warmly cascading rivulets of milk-white heat far down into her
hungrily accepting belly.  Finally, gasping his lewd satisfaction, Jack
pulled
his deflating penis from her mouth and rolled to his side.  He groaned,
"That
was good, Baby Doll... damned good!"

      ... And now, Ollie, cradled between her wide-spread legs, began to
slam
long, hard cunt-punishing strokes into her... and she began to cum...
for the
second time!

      "Ohhhhh!  IIIIIII'mmm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnggg... again! Fuuuuck
meeeee!
Haaaarrrrdd!" she screamed, demandingly.  Then as she convulsed in
soul-shattering release she opened her mouth and squealed out her
completion,
sandwiched between the two wildly ravishing cocks. 
"AAAAaaaaauuuuugggggh!"

      Almost simultaneously, Ollie, above her driving toward his
ejaculation,
pounded into her deeply, and he was there, spewingly... while below,
slamming
up into her squirming rectum, Warren's cock also began to jet out its
white,
hot semen.  She could feel both wildly pumping pricks, as they jerked
expandingly deep inside both of her desperately milking passages.

      Ollie groaned out his satisfaction, as he held himself stiffened
above
her, not moving, while his heavy load of sperm was hosed through him to
splash
deeply up into her greedily clasping vaginal tunnel.  Beneath her,
Warren
heaved up against her to drive his spewing penis deep, lifting them
both, as
his cum spurted deep into the clinging sponginess of her rectum.

      Then Ollie collapsed on top of her.  The only sounds in the
bedroom for
several moments were those of raspy breathing and moans of satisfaction.

      The orgy was finished and Betty Ballard felt as the whole of her
insides
was nothing more than a great swirling pool of heated male sperm.  She
was
filled to the bursting point.

      There was only the unfinished business of Arnie Pearson, as the
three
deadly men waited for him to return to the cabin.


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