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(MMf, reluc, mast, orgy) *** OK, so that's YOUR sexy young wife or girlfriend spread-eagled across the bed, her breasts exposed and trembling, fearful trepidation in evidence as the men force her panties into rapid-descent mode. You can barely breathe as her nakedness is revealed to their perverted gaze. Hands begin to grope her, fingers inveigling their obscene way between her legs and into that tight little slit that just hours earlier had belonged to you alone. She looks up at you, pleading, apologizing...lost! The first man thrusts so hard into her, that her legs are forced even further apart. She maintains eye-contact, letting you share her pain, her defilement - her total submission. As the rape progresses, you discover that things are not always as they seem. The hatred you had fashioned for these men begins to diffuse and is replaced by what might be termed, embryonic arousal. You metatmorphisize, passing through various stages - protector to observer, voyeur to wannabe accomplice. The man completes the formalities, spurting all that he has, deep inside her. The girl's mouth is open – half in shock, half in wonderment. You look on grief- stricken, yet cruelly, in expectation of a repeat performance. That is no problem... rapist number two is already between her legs, filling the void left by his compatriot just moments earlier. Hands beneath her thighs, he spreads her wider, increasing his window of opportunity, beginning now to penetrate her with almost brutal callousness. One might be forgiven for thinking he is drilling for oil. Another man inclines his head and begins kissing the girl, even as he commences fondling her breasts with an indecency borne of opportunity one imagines. Aggressor number one, having just completed his tour of duty, finds the visuals bed-top, much to his liking and grasping his re-erected phallus, massages its length, not twelve inches from the girl's face... I think you get the picture! *** Described above is your standard, garden-variety male fantasy. Helpless wife, sister, girlfriend, etc – facing the worst-case sexual scenario a young female might find herself at the mercy of. What would such actually feel like from the partner's viewpoint however, should such be encountered? If you're interested, I'll tell you! Melanie was just eighteen when I married her – barely ten months ago now. Blessed with opportunity throughout my life, I headed up a small stock-broking firm downtown that made more money per partner, than a 747 Flight Captain. We lived in the city's eastern suburbs in an area where housing was not something you saved-up for. You either inherited property or phoned–in your bid mid-auction. We had taken the latter route. Far older than Melanie of course, I suppose we were totally unsuited. She made good use however of my Chase-Manhattan PIN number whilst I flaunted my newly acquired schoolgirl-bride amongst the neighbors. There was a lot to flaunt! Quite small for her age, Melanie looked even younger than her eighteen years. Not only petite, she was possessed also of a rather attractive shyness. I particularly enjoyed taking her to the local cafes where it was commonplace to be asked, "and for your DAUGHTER sir?" A very pretty brunette with a penchant for tight, short skirts and tops that revealed more than they concealed, we were never short of a dinner invitation let's say. My business partner Rick it must be admitted, had oft questioned me hopefully, as to whether or not Melanie might be persuaded to extend her favors beyond her "immediate family" as it were. I would be lying if I told you the concept was not without a certain vague appeal, although I was careful you might understand, to avoid airing such thoughts aloud. Last Friday night, Rick invited us to dinner at his home. "Three other guys from the office joining us too," he told me. I had taken this to mean, Cameron, Stu, Tony and their respective wives. As it turned out, this was right on the money. Only problem was, the men were unaccompanied, meaning that poor Melanie found herself instantly outnumbered – five men to one female. I have to say she did look a tad anxious there for a while. Finding herself the center of attention however, more than made up for the otherwise sexual imbalance. After an hour or so I was wondering WHY I even bothered going, since pretty much the entire group conversation was directed towards my young wife. A few times I caught Rick glancing my way, casting what might be described as a "knowing smile." If he was trying to tell me "Hey, your wife's popular," then it was really a case of "Tell me something I DON'T know!" Plied additionally with alcohol – primarily champagne, Melanie seemed unconcerned by their attentiveness and escalating inebriation. I was remarkably underwhelmed myself when I think back upon the evening. It was at the point the giggling factor had increased noticeably (shortly after we had all retired to the lounge-room) that the mood changed subtly. HOW exactly, she and I became separated I can't recall, but I remember sitting back in Rick's recliner, quaffing the remnants of my bourbon pre-mix, and watching Stu and Cameron either side of Melanie – one re-filling her glass with monotonous regularity, the other chatting about some work-place inanity that evidently had her in fits of laughter. I was about to close my eyes, overtaken by a totally relaxing stupor, when Melanie upgraded her decibel output with a shrill, "Noo Cameron!" This might have had something to do with the fact his hand was currently residing on her left thigh or to be more accurate, well up under the hem of her skirt. Either way, Melanie was busily removing it and glancing across at me in the interim. Momentarily I felt like Captain Bligh losing control of the Bounty. "C'mon guys," I called out, desperately trying to assert my marital authority. "Show a little respect here,"...God, I needed some more Wild Turkey. Rick interpreted my desperation, handing me another bottle. Just across from me and looking somewhat chastened, Cameron refilled Melanie's glass. "Sheesh, anyone would think they're trying to get her drunk," I muttered to myself. How much time had elapsed I don't recall. I DO remember a gasp of sorts and opening my eyes I was bemused to say the least, at Stu's attempts to kiss Melanie. I say "attempts," but in reality, I would have to say he was doing pretty damn well. She must have thought so too because there she was, propped up against Cameron, his arm around her waist, fully receptive to Stu's lips. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was returning the favor. "Jeeeze," I started, trying to get up from my chair. An arm restrained me. "Let her go Sean," Rick whispered. "Mel's fine, they're just having a bit of fun with her is all." "A BIT of fun?" I queried, "Looks like a whole heap of fun if you ask me Rick." "Yeah well, it's not THAT hard to watch if you're honest with yourself is it?" he replied. Damn it all, he should have been a psychotherapist! Melanie's gasps had turned more into sighs. Even through my alcoholic disadvantage, I could see why. Undaunted by his former chastisement, Cameron's arms had risen above my wife's waistline, both hands now cupping a breast each. Initially wriggling free of his clutches, this was obviously no long-term deterrent, as he began openly groping her through her top. I watched as she raised her own hands in what might have been intended as some token resistance but which achieved no more than total complicity at the point she cupped his hands, encouraging his greater exploration of the general area. Tony had set up base-camp I noticed, on the carpet near Melanie's feet. The playing field was ominous – the game obvious! Had I been more in control of my faculties, I would have moved for an acquittal of the current hostilities but sad to relate, the sight of my teenage wife being pawed and molested in my direct line of vision was something of a turn-on. Things took a turn for the erotic when Tony reached forward and slipped both her shoes off. There is something inherently sexy about a girl in bare-feet – especially with one man kissing her and the other with his hands up her skirt as Stu's now were. Happy to accept Rick's endless refills of Wild Turkey, I poured the soothing liquor down my throat. It was drying up rapidly…in direct proportion to the increasingly exposed aspect of my wife's girly-pink panties that Cameron's fingers were doing their best to approach in stealth mode. Tony meanwhile was feeling his way along her feet, ankles and lower calf, which itself generated considerable voyeuristic pleasure. He hadn't even made it to her knees when Cameron's fingers impacted on Melanie's panties in as naughty a place as might be imagined. Breaking off from kissing Stu, she closed up her legs in probable shocked realization of her predicament, admonishing her molester with a curt "Noo, not my panties, that's gross!" Exactly what she must have thought of the lead- up process, one can only speculate. Yeah, well as any clued-up young cock-tease should reasonably expect, having let three men kiss and fondle you unhindered, none are likely to be seriously deterred from their course of action by some token 'attitude.' So it was on this occasion. Literally scooping her up (she weighs barely 120 lbs) Stu had her over his shoulder before she could even scream. How hot that sexy little bottom looked right that moment is open to discussion. Tony was obviously entranced by the sight as he gave her one hard spank to be going on with. She yelped not surprisingly before calling out in semi-desperation, "Sean, help me... please. I want to go home now." I didn't! The scream was inevitable, as was the hand across her mouth as they un-shouldered her, then propelling her - half carried, half dragged - to the far staircase. Glancing back at me in panicked abandonment, the last I saw, was Cameron's hand sliding suggestively across her backside while Stu and Tony pulled her, still resisting, up the staircase. Rick followed in their wake. For a few moments I remained seated where I was, enjoying to the full the remaining two inches or so of the mind-dulling liquor. Hearing no further screams, I figured things couldn't be that bad! I suppose it depends in the upshot, on one's interpretation of "bad!" Melanie was in trouble. Minus her skirt and top already – both consigned to the chair the far side of Rick's bed – she was attempting to deflect both Rick and Cameron's attempts to unhook her bra. Problem is that in doing so, her struggles merely served to accentuate her cleavage and provocatively unclad state. "Don't" she cried out, "C'mon guys, I'm only eighteen." Like THAT was going to stabilize the ship. Then she saw me in the doorway. "Stop them Sean," she begged, "Please don't let them undress me." Given the status quo right that second, it seemed to me a bit late to complain, but out of dutifully wedded obligation I half-slurred an, "Okies, ya had yer fun guys, let her be why doncha?" For at least thirty seconds my powerful oratory held them in check, Rick stepping forward then to usher me into the nearest chair. From somewhere he produced yet another Wild Turkey. Grateful for the lifeline, I raised the bottle to my lips. Melanie looked like she was winding up for another scream but was unceremoniously shoved back on the coverlet, whereupon Cameron this time began to kiss her in earnest. Whatever resistance he was attempting to quell must have been minimal because not twenty seconds later, I saw Melanie's arm drape itself around his neck, pulling him closer. With a flourish Houdini would have been proud of, Rick and Stu extricated my wife's tiny bra which joined its late compatriots on the far chair. With zilch left but her those wonderfully sexy pink knickers with dark-brown edging, providing what modesty was still on site, Melanie offered no further resistance. Her slim body at the mercy of all four aggressors, she allowed them free license to indulge their wildest fantasies. I sat there numbed out I think by what they were doing to her. Stu and Tony were taking their pleasures each suckling her as she lay there, hands above her head, eyes closed, returning Cameron's kisses with like passion. Rick had his hands down the front of her panties quite obviously fingering her, a task made easier by the fact she had spread her legs, such that I could see a few dark curls peeking from beneath the leg elastic. Whatever negative effect the alcohol was having on me, arousal wasn't one of the affected items. Watching her being felt-up professionally was invoking my procreative urges. Locating my zipper with some difficulty…after all things were a little hazy by this time – I extracted my remarkably swollen erection and commenced upon a program to make it feel better. Rick obviously had been suffering along similar lines. With the aid presumably of the other three good 'ol boys, my wife now found herself kneeling on all fours, her bottom just inches from Rick's face. Steadying himself with one hand across her panties, he had a hold of his erection with the other as if deciding his next move. For her part, Melanie had her head turned towards him, her nipples jutting out proudly as she awaited her fate. The view of her totally exposed breasts and cleavage from where Stu and Tony were crouching, just doesn't bear mention. Taking into account additionally her dark pigtails, flawless complexion and slim hips, she looked for all the world like a very young adolescent, deciding that this was a better option than three hours of homework. I figured the four men were of the same opinion. It was Cameron who finally broke the spell, taking a hold of the girl's panties and peeling them slowly down her bottom as she knelt there. Instead of the expected vocalized resistance, Melanie simply glanced back at Rick as her nudity was maximized, giving but a single wriggle of her rear-end to indicate fully submissive acceptance of her immediate fate. Less sure of my overall perception of the unfolding drama now, I nevertheless watched fascinated as Rick moved right behind Melanie and with seemingly the least fuss, manouvered his erection such that he was able to enter her. Melanie let out a soft cry of surprise and was forced to steady herself with her arms as he began to penetrate her harder. Her breasts swayed with each thrust and I could see that she had closed her eyes as he began to set up a rhythm, both hands holding her bottom tightly as he fucked her with committed vigor. I had barely noticed my own progress and was in fact jolted back to the real-time at the point a stream of sticky wet semen erupted over my hands. Still my eyes were glued to the tableau center spread. Thrusting up into her such that her legs were almost buckling, Rick spurted what appeared to be one copious amount of sticky stuff well up inside my wife's vaginal cavity, just moments up-front of Stu ejecting a white stream across Melanie's lower back. I DID see her register a degree of surprise so far as this secondary delivery was concerned, although it seemed to me she was something less than affronted by his actions. I was still sifting through my emotions so far as that which I had just witnessed when Cameron replaced Rick in the driver's seat and giving Melanie little or no time to recover, he engineered his own docking procedure. This time Melanie gave a cry of total surprise, gasping with genuine shock as he pushed hard into her. Right then however both Tony and Stu began fondling her breasts and kissing her which seemed to anaesthetize the rearward assault. She appeared in fact to be completely taken-up with the sensations on offer, wriggling with pleasure and moaning intermittently at her assailants' creativity. Cameron, being evidently of the Z-Grade porn movie school, rounded off his exploratory with a rousing "Jesus Christ Melanie, you're soo fucking hot," even as he pumped in his quotient of nuclear material. She must have been awash with cum... much of it we could actually SEE, as Cameron withdrew, dripping down the inside of her thigh. You could say it looked somewhat sexy! "Your turn Sean," Stu grinned. "Show us how you fuck your eighteen-year old wife." I would have punched him out, except for the fact that Melanie, having laid down on her back, spread her legs wide in the manner of a practiced whore, and was holding her arms out to me. "Fuck me Sean," she whispered, "In front of all of them!" (c) Peter_Pan Like I would leave you all in the lurch, there WILL be a Part 2! Visit "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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