That moment, the moment when her husband walked into the room and saw her with Jeff, his limp prick still glistening from her saliva, brought her whole world crashing down around her ears. For the first time, the realization of what she had been doing was brought home to Sandy with resounding force, and she saw herself as her husband must see her. She shuddered at the thought and stared hack at Harry’s livid face, silently beseeching him for mercy.
“You cheating bitch!” he snarled again, taking a step towards her, murder in his eyes.
“Now just a minute, Harry,” Jeff began, almost amused at the young husband’s fury.
“And you!” he snapped, turning towards the man who had been fucking his wife, “I ought to break your neck, you son of a bitch!”
“Take it easy, Harry,” Jeff started again, “I can explain…”
“Explain how come you were in my living-room having your cock sucked by my wife?” Harry sneered, his face ugly.
“Harry, please…” Sandy interrupted piteously and then was sorry she had spoken. Harry turned to her again with new venom, enraged that she seemed to be defending her lover, and he reached for her brutally, pulling viciously on her long hair.
“Oougghh!” she sobbed helplessly, “stop, please, Harry, you’re hurting me…”
“Listen to me, Harry…” Jeff began again but was cut short by Harry’s leer.
“You stay out of this! This has to do with me and… and this slut!”
Sandy winced from his invective, wishing she could disappear into thin air. She had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her life. All her new feelings and views were wiped out by the reality of her husband catching her being unfaithful! It was the end… of their marriage, her life, in fact… she was destroyed beyond recall… Harry would never forgive her.
“Oh Harry darling, please listen… “ she begged, but her plea was useless. Harry was like a stranger, a cold, unfeeling and very angry stranger. She was afraid of him, deathly afraid… he might kill her!
He grabbed her roughly, still mouthing obscenities, his face inscrutable, and Sandy groaned as he began to tear at her dress, pulling it from her shoulders, baring her ripely heaving young breasts, ripping at it until it lay in shreds on the floor, and she was quivering, clad only in thin white bikini panties and a flimsy bra, cringing against the floor, her hair matted around her face, her eyes fearful and bulging wide.
Harry was bending over her, his eyes greedily taking in the curves of her trembling white body, and then once more he was pulling at her bra, tearing it, revealing her firm palpitating breasts, clutching at her panties, leaving her completely naked.
“No, please don’t Harry… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”
“Shut up, whore!” he screamed, raising his hand and slapping her full across the face with savage force.
“Now Pitt, watch… “ Jeff began but was silenced by Harry’s murderous reply.
“She’s my wife… I’ll do what I like! I told you to keep out of this!”
Sandy was sobbing wildly now, her arms thrown protectively around her face, her whole frame wracked with convulsive moans. Oh God!
What terrible anger had she unleashed in him? What could she do to stop him?
There was silence for a moment, and Sandy heard the rustling of clothes. Her heart pounding with apprehension, she peeped out from under her arm, and then her throat went dry and chalky as she saw that Harry too had stripped down totally nude! But her eyes were fastened immovably on the huge distended erection of his grossly-enlarged penis, hovering like a giant python over her. God! She’d never seen it so large! She continued to stare at it with mounting fear, unable to drag her sight away from it, so pulsatingly alive Was it, like a separate entity.
With a gasp, she felt her husband’s hands on her knees, roughly forcing her thighs apart until she thought she’d scream from the unbearable strain. He was glaring lustfully at the open furrow of her vagina, revealed by his brutal strength, and a cold wave of fear washed over her.
“Oh Harry, please don’t…” she wailed again, desperately trying to escape her husband’s vicious grasp.
“Open your eyes, whore, and see what I’ve got for you!” he leered cruelly, his eyes roaming lasciviously over her tremulous body. She refused to obey, unable to look again at the monstrous erection.
“Look at what I’ve got for you, slut!” he shrilled again, his fingers like talons in her flesh.
She forced herself to look once more at the thick, snake-like length of Harry’s inflated cock and couldn’t disguise the look of dread which came over her face. It was huge! Bigger than she’d ever seen it before! He’d kill her with it!
She stared, wide-eyed with horror, as he settled himself on his knees between her slightly open legs, the enormous shaft nudging against her quivering inner thigh. Her mouth was arid, and she tried to whimper, but no sound would come. She could hardly believe that this nightmare was happening to her, and she knew how prisoners must feel when they are facing the torture chamber… filled with numbing disbelief yet quaking with paralytic fear. She wished she could faint but knew she wouldn’t. There was no escaping her husband’s anger – it was her punishment for what she had done. She had been unfaithful to him and now she must face the consequences. Even though Harry himself had been unfaithful to her, she knew, with her woman’s soul, that her lot would be different from his, even though the crime was the same. That was a woman’s role, to be cast as the real sinner, and the fate of countless generations of women had subconsciously prepared her for it. There was no escaping the wrath of a wronged husband…
She moaned as she felt her husband’s hands fumbling with the tender delicate flesh of her vagina, pulling apart the soft fleece-rimmed folds, exposing the helplessly quivering hole of her pussy, baring it completely to his lust. There was something so lascivious about his contorted features that Sandy hardly recognized him, and she wondered if she was going crazy. The world was turned upside down, thrown into complete chaos, and she was sure she’d never find her way out of it.
Through tear-swimming eyes, she watched as Harry guided, the head of his anger-engorged penis towards the small opening to her body, and she cringed back from the hard contact of his unyielding maleness. She steeled herself, gritting her teeth, waiting for the ultimate humiliation…
“Aaarrrgghh… oh no! Please stop… please don’t!” she begged shrilly as she felt the first torturous splitting as the giant head pushed past the thin, futilely resisting lips and began to worm itself up inside her tight fearfully cringing cunt.
“Oooohhhhhhhnnn…” she sobbed again as her body felt as if it was being split in two by the huge cudgel which was entering her helplessly quivering flesh. She tried to struggle, to dislodge the steel-like skewer up between her wide-held thighs, but her movements only seemed to draw it even further into her defenseless belly, and she desisted, fighting to control the hysterical moans which were rising in her throat in response to the diabolical pain which was invading her.
“How… do… you… like… that, whore?” Harry gasped as he forced his way deeper and deeper into her resistant little pussy, oblivious to her disgust and fear and agony. His venomous words cut her like a knife, lacerating her flesh, tearing sadistically at her heart. He hated her, that was obvious, she thought pitifully, fresh tears coursing down her face.
“Hhhmmpphh… aaahhhh…” she gasped again as she felt the rubbery tip of his forcefully slithering prick graze against the softness of her cervix. He was all the way in! She could feel his burning balls brushing against the nakedly spread cheeks of her firm little ass and the crisp pubic curls at the base of his sunken penis tickling against her swollen vaginal lips. She was at his mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it except lie there limply and take whatever he gave her. It was his privilege as a man… and her place as a woman.
At last he began to withdraw with painful slowness, the inflated flesh of his prick pulling out with it the tender interior membrane of her tormented cuntal walls. He withdrew almost completely and then hesitated before slamming forward again with all his might, his face wreathed with a vengeful leering grin.
“Aaagh! Aaaaghhh! Aaagghhh!” she wailed as new pain assaulted her. It was unbearable! He was killing her… she’d never be able to walk again. And the worst of it all was, he didn’t seem to care. All he was interested in was abusing her and satisfying his own perverted lust.
Harry watched his wife’s beautiful young face contorted in agony below with sadistic pleasure. This’ll teach the little cocksucker… his wounded pride was like a cat o’nine tails, flailing at him, urging him on to domineering bestiality, goading him into brutality to ease his own pain. He’d make her suffer the way he had suffered when he walked in and found her sucking another man’s cock!
He began to fuck into her with cruel hard strokes, feeling the abrasive rush of his cock as it sliced into her upturned young pussy, feeling the dry harsh tug as it withdrew, pulling little tendrils of the moist pink flesh with it. His hands reached forward and clamped down on the palpitating mounds of her breasts, his fingers clutching at the soft flesh, raising red welts on the golden smoothness, wringing sobs of pain from his helplessly writhing young wife. But he couldn’t stop himself. He was borne along on the wings of his hurt feelings, his savage lust… and his guilt. In the first few minutes of terrible discovery, he had completely forgotten his own failings… that he had just a short time ago been fucking the wife of the man he had caught with Sandy. But now that face came back with pristine clarity, and he felt a deep disgust inside him, disgust at his own sin, disgust at the way he was taking it out on his wife… his own crime and hers… she was bearing the brunt for both of them…
But he couldn’t stop himself as he fucked into her cringing form unmercifully. He felt he was a man no longer… just a raving beast venting his primitive emotions on a hapless woman.
Sandy had ceased moaning; the clearing of the initial pain lessened her anguish, and she felt nothing but numbing emptiness. Her body, grown so accustomed to love, was not reacting to her husband now… but this was not love.
Harry was incensed by her lack of response, her inertia, her apparent casualness.
“This is the way to fuck a whore!” he panted lewdly, “Now act like one… Put some life into that hot little ass of yours… Do a little grinding, slut…”
Dear God in heaven, help me… Sandy sobbed to herself, her husband’s words seething in her brain. But he’s right, I am a whore… only a whore would do the things with another man that I’ve done. I deserve to be treated like this, I deserve it…
Sandy stiffened, unable to believe that she had really felt the tingle of familiar pleasure between her legs. But she had! There was no denying it. She tried desperately to quench it. She couldn’t let him know that her body was reacting to his animal screwing… she just couldn’t. But there was no stopping it. The tingling grew out of all control, fanned, it seemed, by her resistance to it, until her entire frame was shook by a convulsive shudder. She was beginning to enjoy the brutal, almost sadistic fucking her husband was subjecting her to, and she couldn’t hide it any longer.
“Mmmmmm… oooohhh…” she sighed as her pelvis began a slow familiar churning and her flesh rippled with the first tiny rolling waves of pleasure. She was responding to her husband, and she couldn’t help herself.
Harry stopped for a moment, unable to believe his senses. He just couldn’t believe that Sandy was reacting to his lewd fucking of her in front of another man, reacting in a way he had never dreamed possible. But she was! She was mewling with pleasure, her body alive with pleasurable sensations, far more aroused than he had ever seen her before.
“Honey…” he began tentatively, staring down at her face. It was transformed now, wearing a look of supreme rapture, and suddenly her arms reached up and embraced him, pulling him down to her, opening her still sperm covered lips to receive his tongue. A wave of pleasure swept over him, washing away his anger, his guilt, washing him clean of everything but a blinding happiness as he realized that his wife was responding fully to him for the first time!
“Oh Sandy honey…” he moaned, his mouth closing on hers in a tight passionate kiss.
Jeff stared dumbfounded at the naked young couple writhing in wild intercourse on the floor. He had derived a sadistic enjoyment from watching Pitt’s brutal abuse of his young wife, and although he felt sorry for her and had tried to intervene, he couldn’t help getting aroused from observing the lasciviously exciting act. His prick had swollen to hardness again, and he fondled it gently, urging it on to greater erection, peering all the while at the hotly grinding pair on the rug. But the greatest shock of all was when he saw that Sandy was beginning to submit to her husband, was beginning to enjoy his screwing. He could hardly believe it; she had been so cowed, so terrified at first, and now she was mewling with pleasure, grinding her ass up like a street whore, her body craving more and more. He’d never have believed it if he hadn’t seen it himself. His own urgency was growing, doubled by the exciting thought of Sandy’s transformation from frightened frigidity to fiery passion, and his eyes hungrily devoured the sensual curves of her voluptuously aroused young body. His prick was like a time-bomb, ticking over with unexploded power, ready to detonate at any moment…
His lust-clouded brain was fumbling for a solution, and his eyes were glazed and strained from staring jealously at the young married pair. As if in a trance, his legs began to walk robot-like towards the pair, a strange twisted leer contorting his mouth…
Sandy was ecstatic. This was heaven… Harry had forgiven her, it was obvious, and now they were really making love, and it was the way she’d dreamed it would be. It was wonderful!
“Oh Harry darling… it feels so good… your cock feels so good inside me…” She purred, spiraling her cunt up and matching her supple young body to her husband’s virile thrusts.
At first, she imagined she felt other hands on her, but a moment passed, and she knew that she had not. Then! Moments later…
“Wha…” she began tentatively, apprehensive again.
“It’s me, Jeff… “ The voice was hoarse and rasping, “Roll over, baby… Daddy wants a ride too…”
Sandy was bewildered, her mind racing. What did he mean? What did he want? She felt her body being twisted and dazedly allowed herself to be rolled over so that she was kneeling on top of her husband, his driving prick still slamming unwaveringly up into her contracting depths. Once more she felt Jeff’s hands, like spiders crawling over the tender flesh of her buttocks, kneading the smoothly rounded cheeks, pulling and straining the soft yielding mounds apart. A tremor of fear caught at Sandy’s heart. Oh God! What did he have in mind now?
She could feel the thick hardness of his fully erect member digging into her backside, squirming against her like a giant worm, and she could feel his warm breath heating the back of her neck as he knelt behind her nakedly raised buttocks and showered her back with hard little bites. Her brain was confused, her body reacting both to her husband’s lovemaking below and her lover’s attentions from behind.
‘‘Harry… darling?” she moaned questioningly, but he didn’t answer. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily in a blissful world of his own.
Again she felt the soft white moons of her buttocks being pried apart with alien thumbs and felt the urgent probing of Jeff’s huge, desire-hardened cock as it pressed hotly into the open crevice of her ass. She could feel the wetness from the head lubricating her naked skin and shivered from the illicit touch of his hardened penis there.
Jeff began to nudge at the tiny puckered hole with the tip of his cock, noting with satisfaction the tightness of the tiny rounded circle. Then, with a lewd grunt, he began to probe at it with his forefinger, and suddenly, without warning. he rammed it up inside, sinking it to the second knuckle joint into her unsuspecting anal passage.
“Oooowwwww…” Sandy sobbed suddenly, taken unaware by the grating pain. She tried to wriggle her backside, but she was held fast between naked bodies of the two men and couldn’t move. She could feel Jeff’s finger rotating slowly around in her anus, and she trembled with the unnatural pain. Harry was still blithely screwing up into her vagina from below, and the intense pleasure she was experiencing in her vagina contrasted strangely with the agony she was suffering behind.
With a sigh of relief, she felt Jeff withdraw his finger, but she caught her breath again as she felt him guide the thick, blood-engorged length of his penis towards the tiny defenseless circle.
“Oh Jeff, please no… she groaned in an urgent whisper, but it was too late. With a chest-deep grunt, he surged forward and managed to penetrate her small, tightly clenched rectum with just the tip of his cockhead.
“Oooohhh God!!… Stop! Stop! You’re splitting me!” she screamed, flailing her firmly rounded young buttocks madly as she felt the brutal pressure of the huge instrument lodged in her back passage. But her struggles were useless, and Jeff, with a slight pop, ground the remainder of the head in and continued to surge forward, forcing his blood-filled prick deeper, sinking it, inch by slow, torturous inch into her tightly resisting little rectum.
‘‘Please Jeff, don’t… oh God… Uuugghhnhhh!” she gasped again, as with a deep grunt, he lunged forward and sunk it completely to the hilt in her tightly clenched back channel. Sandy’s mind was totally engulfed by the stinging pain, unable to comprehend fully what was happening. Her rectal passage seemed on fire and her spine a continuation of the fiery agony. She could feel Jeff’s long rangy cock moving about inside her, mercilessly widening her anal sheath and flexing larger and larger with palpitating strength. Then with a low grateful moan, she realized that he was withdrawing, and his exiting was almost as painful as his brutal entry. Again, he rammed forward, splitting her backside unbearably, causing Sandy to sob out with pain. But then miraculously as he began to fuck into her, the pain cleared and left her with a strange lucidness which quickly began to dissolve into a slow lingering sense of pleasure.
For a moment the young wife’s confusion-wracked mind was suspended in disbelief, and then her body was convulsed with long complete shudders of pleasure. She was beginning to enjoy it, this perverted anal fucking, enjoy it as she was enjoying her husband’s penis thrusting into her vagina. She was actually enjoying the double fucking she was receiving by her angered husband and lust-maddened lover at the same time!
She could hardly believe it and for a moment was shocked at her own wantonness. But as pleasure overtook and overpowered her, she threw caution to the wind and revelled in the novel sensation of being screwed by two men at once. This was really what it was all about, she thought happily, riding the crest of her pleasure, finally freed from the manacles which chained her morally to the earth. Now I’ve experienced all, she told herself ecstatically, as her body rocked back and forth between her husband and her lover, giving itself up completely to its hedonistic enjoyment. She thrust downward energetically to receive Harry’s demonic in-plunges from below before grinding her buttocks hotly back to absorb Jeff’s hard pistoning cock deeper into her hungrily clasping anus.
Her body was coated in perspiration, sandwiched between the two men, and her brain was light and dizzy from her exalted enjoyment. There was never anything like it, she thought crazily, and a sudden image of how lewd and obscene she must look entered her brain and titillated her with its lewdness as she pictured herself, her hair streaming, buffeted between Harry and Jeff, giving her body to both of them at once, accepting both their wildly pistoning cocks at the same time, experiencing double the pleasure. She was truly liberated now, she moaned happily to herself; she would never be the same again, and what’s more, she didn’t want to be! Now that she knew by his rape that Harry loved her again, nothing else mattered, and she was free to enjoy all the delights of her body which Jeff had freed from its Victorian prudery. Forgotten were all Harry’s insults, his anger… nothing was left but the exquisite pleasure that she was feeling and the knowledge that things were all right again between them.
Her body was being carried away now on wings of unparalleled delight, and she was happy to let it go to whatever heights it was lifted, to give herself over completely to whatever was going to happen. Her head was spinning, and she felt light as a feather, and the wet fleshy slapping sounds that resounded in the room joined with her own cries of orgasm as her nakedly spread young body was tossed about in a series of bone-shaking spasms which signaled the first beginning of her coming orgasm.
“Oh God, keep fucking… keep fucking me… I’m there… I’m… I’m cummmiinnggg…” She hardly recognized her own voice spewing out the lewd word, hardly recognized her hoarse cries as her body was pounded and battered by the mounting passion of the two lust-crazed men, each merciless in his screwing. They fucked into her in well-timed unison, their exploding cocks rubbing against each other through the thinly dividing membrane between her rectum and cunt. The hotly clenching twin passages seemed to be trying to outdo each other in scintillating sensation, and her flesh was tingling in every pore and nerve ending.
“Aaaagggghhh!” she continued to scream as wave after incredible wave of intense pleasure swept over her, soothing the trembling of her body, causing her to shudder and sob with the depths of her cumming. She had never known anything like it. It was a total release, involving her completely. Even her brain was alive with leaping kaleidoscopic images, far away in a world of its own. This is true pleasure, she thought happily, There’s no going back now…
Her wild rocketing signaled the two men’s hovering orgasms, and their equally wild grunts were raucous and hoarse as they felt the force of their approaching ejaculations.
“Oh honey, honey, I’m there, I’m there… Aaaggghhh…” Harry sobbed out, his body tightening like a bow before crumpling into a thousand tiny spasms of overwhelming violence.
“Ooohhh Christ! Baby, fuck back… fuck your ass back…” Jeff suddenly screamed, and then the two men began to spurt their thick hot semen into her wildly churning passages in unison, sending white streams of it shooting far up into her womb and bowels, flooding her completely, commingling in her inner depths, crowning the intense pleasure she was receiving from the violent double fuck. Their ejaculating sperm seemed never-ending, as volatile and amazing as their climaxes themselves. On and on they spewed out their love juice into her, and Sandy happily accepted it until at last their pricks, tired and limp and rapidly deflating, finally slipped from her dually stretched passages, wet and slippery from the backlash of their own semen.
The two men collapsed on the rug beside Sandy, and all three breathed deeply with complete satiation, their bodies still tingling, her flesh pulsating from the force of their simultaneous release.
In the dim of her mind, Sandy heard a door being opened, and then a loud unfamiliar voice, a female voice, rang out:
“Good God, what have you been doing to the child?”