Susan struggled dazedly to her feet as Tanya and the male newcomer entered the hallway. The thoroughly debased housewife made no attempt now to cover her nakedness, for she had been subjected to so much humiliation in the last few hours that it seemed futile to make a gesture of modesty in the face of so much shameful perversion. Yet a frosty shiver of degradation wafted like a winter wind through her vulnerable young frame as the strange man drew near.
He was tall, in his mid-thirties, with an extremely powerful well-built body. He was dressed in a faded blue denim shirt that was open nearly to the navel revealing a dark curling mat of chest hair. He wore extremely tight black denim trousers that clung like a second skin to his muscular hips and legs, flaring slightly at the bottom around the blackjack boots he wore. The stranger's face was rough and craggy, plainly of working-class character, with a strong, chiseled nose, cruelly sensual lips, and coal black eyes that seemed to pierce right into the trembling young housewife's soul. His black hair was thick and coarse, curling around his ears and collar in an unkempt fashion. Susan guessed he was Italian or Greek in origin.
"Holy shit!" Art exclaimed, making his way to the newcomer, "Sal! Where the hell did you come from?"
"Tanya found me, in the liquor store," he replied in a heavy masculine voice, never once taking his eyes off Susan's white gleaming body.
"It was incredible, Art," Tanya chattered as she unloaded a bag full of liquor bottles. "I just walk into this place in the shopping center and there's old Sal, big as life. I damn near peed in my pants when I saw him. I let out such a yelp the guy behind the counter must have thought I was completely nuts. Anyways I invited him over, figured one more wouldn't hurt. Was it okay?"
"Okay?" Art answered, "It's more than okay, it's great! By the way Sal, this here's Susie. She's lettin' us stay here 'til her husband comes back. Nice piece of ass, huh?"
Sal eyed the young wife steadily, then broke into a wide grin.
"Art, you old bastard, you're still the same. I thought they had you locked up somewhere in Georgia and away from the action…"
"Nobody locked me up nowhere," Art replied, his voice taking on a sharp tone. He glanced furtively at Susan for a moment, then back to his friend. "Understand?"
Sal nodded slowly.
"I dig the scene, man," he said. "So stay cool, Art. You can trust old Sal."
The young wife had great difficulty understanding them when they spoke, as they seemed to have a code-like language that eluded her. She felt sure that Sal's brief reference to Art's being "locked up" must have meant a prison or, and she shook slightly as she thought of this, a mental hospital. There was no question in her mind that her young tormentor was unbalanced, and the idea that he might indeed be an escaped mental patient tore through her brain like a bolt of lightning. Yet she was careful not to betray her thoughts to any of them. If there was one thing she was learning, and learning fast, it was that Art, Sal, and even Tanya, meant business, and her best chances of survival lay in total submission to their demands.
"Tanya, get some drinks together while me and Sal bullshit together. We ain't had a good long talk in some time."
"Sure sweeties," the voluptuous blonde said as she sailed into the kitchen. "What are you drinkin'?"
"What's the order, Sal?" Art asked.
"Scotch, man, always Scotch."
"Oh yeah, I forgot that's what you like. No ice, no soda, no nothin', right?"
"Right, straight booze."
"Scotch all around, baby," Art called to his girlfriend.
"Should… should I help her?" Susan asked meekly.
"No," her young captor replied with a slit-eyed smile. "Tanya'll take care of it real good. You come with us. Sal, you wouldn't believe it, but this little cunt can suck a cock with the best of 'em. She's a real good mascot to have around."
"Yeah, I can see that," he replied. Staring hungrily at Susan, the powerfully built man reached down and stroked the huge mound his ample genitals made in the crotch of his skintight jeans. The young housewife couldn't keep herself from glancing down as he did this, and she realized with a shock that he wore no underwear, for his semi-erect cock pressed against the thin material of his jeans like a thick piece of rubber hose, clearly outlined.
Suddenly Art pushed Susan roughly and indicated for her to go into the living room ahead of them. The naked young man and his swarthy friend sauntered in behind her, and immediately Art sprawled on a big easy chair.
"Stretch out on the couch, Sal, and relax. We can have a real nice party this afternoon, 'cause this bitch's husband don't come back 'til at least tomorrow."
Sal stretched out on the couch, boots and all, soiling the light-colored upholstery immediately. Susan, who stood awkwardly in the center of the room, winced as she watched the muscular stranger grinding oily stains into the material. Both men noticed her reaction.
"The little princess don't like it when her house gets messed up," Art snarled. "Look at all this crap around here. Seems to me it could use some redecoratin', don't you think, Sal?"
"No doubt about it," Sal chuckled. "No doubt at all."
Sneering at Susan, Art casually picked up a delicate antique figurine of a shepherdess and threw it hard against the wall where it promptly shattered into a million pieces. It was all the ravaged young wife could do to keep herself from crying out in protest and anger.
"Look how uptight she gets when somethin' gets busted," the younger man taunted. "What's the matter, cunt? Don't like it when bums like me get your pretty house dirty? Well there ain't nothin' you can do about it, so keep smilin'. Trouble with you is you ain't got nothin' else to think about. So, come on over here and suck on my cock again while I'm talkin' to my old pal. It makes me feel real good when you do it."
Susan stood as if paralyzed. Surely he wouldn't treat her like this in front of a total stranger! Didn't he have one ounce of decency in his entire body?
"I said come over here, cunt, and do what I tell you. Suck on my prick. Then maybe Sal'll let you work on him for awhile, too. His cock's even bigger than mine. Ain't it Sal? Show it to her!"
Sal laughed crudely and promptly stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his tight pants, and yanked them down over his muscular hips. Susan gulped anxiously and realized that her suspicion that he wore no underwear was completely true, for at once Sal's obscenely pulsing cock and balls were totally revealed to her shocked gaze.
"Look at the chick," Art said, laughing, "she can't believe how big they are, man. I bet her mouth's just droolin'. Well, me first, cunt. Come on over and suck on me for awhile. And take them pants off, Sal," he said as his friend began to pull his jeans up. "We're all gonna stay naked today, so we don't have to waste time dressin' and undressin'."
"Fine idea, man," Sal said happily, as he began to take his pants down again.
"And you, Susie, you kneel down between my legs here like an obedient bitch and kiss my prick awhile."
Burning with shame, the young wife did as she was told, kneeling down in front of her young master and taking his cock in her mouth. His thick-fleshed rod was soft now, and still wet from his recent ejaculation. It was easier for Susan to encompass it in her mouth and, grateful for the fact that at least it wasn't swollen like a steel piston, she began to absorb herself in sucking it, even exploring it with her mouth. Strangely, she found that by directing her attention totally to it she could shut the horror of her situation out of her mind. Soon, nothing existed for her except the column of limp pulsing flesh between her lips as she sucked at it and caressed it. Art moaned pleasantly as she explored his genitals, and slumped forward in the chair. Dimly she was aware of their conversation.
"So what have you been doing, Sal?" Art asked. "How the hell did you wind up out here?"
"Ah, some aunt that lives in Chicago died and I hadda come up for the funeral. I been layin' low for a couple of months, and I didn't think it would be too cool to wander around the city, so I got a motel near here. Gotta get back tonight. Some kind of goddamn family thing. It's a drag, but hell, family is family, and I didn't want to get my mother upset by not comin'. So anyway I'm dyin' for some booze, so I drive around 'til I find this shopping center. I figure there won't be many cops around so I go in. Next minute there's fuckin' Tanya droppin' her panties she's so excited. So here I am. Nuts, ain't it?"
"Yeah, but I'm glad to see you, man." Art squirmed around in lewd pleasure as Susan continued to suck at his steadily rising cock. He gripped her head and pressed her face hard against his groin, grinding his hips in a slow rotary motion. "This bitch does a real good job for an amateur, Sal, real good."
His muscular friend laughed and stretched his naked body out on the sofa, absently fondling his genitals with his hand, while he watched Susan's naked back and buttocks hunched over between Art's legs.
"Yeah, this is the life, man. Say, how'd you come to be here, anyway?"
"Pure luck, man, pure luck."
In the next moment Tanya entered the room with a tray of glasses filled with Scotch.
"Here's the booze, gents," she said as she approached them.
"About time, too," Art snapped. He roughly pushed Susan away from his warmly throbbing cock, and she fell in a heap on the carpet while her tormentor calmly took a glass half-filled with amber-colored liquid from the tray. "Give the bitch a drink too," he told his blonde girl friend.
"I… I'd rather not drink," Susan murmured from her crumpled position on the floor.
"Everybody's drinkin', bitch!" Art snarled. "So I advise you to slug it down if you don't want me to pour it down your throat for you."
Miserably, the young wife pulled herself to a sitting position on the floor and took a glass of straight Scotch from Tanya. The platinum-blonde felt a twinge of pity for the defeated girl as she gave her the glass. She had watched Art treat women crudely, before, but somehow Susan was different. Tanya was surprised to feel a kind of sisterly affection for the ravaged young wife, and she winked at her in the hopes that it might soothe some of the pain and anguish the abused brunette was experiencing. Susan caught the young blonde's quick gesture of comfort and was both surprised and grateful at the same time. Up until now she had been as repelled by Tanya as by the men, despite the fact that her enforced oral copulation with Art's girl friend had been unexpectedly quite exciting. But now, in her degraded state, the brief flash of warmth and encouragement meant as much to the brutalized young housewife as a wealth of extravagant praise. She smiled shyly back at Tanya, hoping to convey her heartfelt thanks, but the other female had already moved away to serve Sal.
"Drink up, Susie," Art commanded, bringing the imprisoned young girl abruptly back to reality. Complying immediately, she sipped from her glass and immediately choked as the hot undiluted Scotch coursed down her throat. She rarely drank, and never anything so strong. Her naked body shuddered from it, and she was very reluctant to drink more. "Don't stop now, cunt, 'cause we got a long day ahead of us, get me?"
Susan looked up at her young torturer dismally. He sat arrogantly in the huge armchair, leering down at her with the look in his eyes that Tim's young wife had become quite familiar with in the last few hours – a look that contained an odd mixture of cruelty, lust and hatred that never failed to raise goosebumps on her skin and send an ice-cold stream of fear curling up her backbone. Closing her eyes to shut the fiendish smile from her sight, she brought the glass of Scotch once more to her trembling lips and took a larger swallow.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Inter-State Airlines flight number 783 to Chicago. We regret the delay the strike may have caused you, and hope your flight will be a pleasant one…"
Tim Jameson settled back into the window seat as the stewardess continued to talk into the microphone, giving the same speech he had heard over and over again. Impatiently he buckled his seat belt, anxious for the take-off. The strike had been settled unexpectedly by mid-Saturday afternoon, and he had luckily finagled his way onto the first flight to Chicago. It had all happened so fast he hadn't had a chance to call Susan, preferring to surprise her with his return rather than risk missing the flight. The delay had been maddening, of course, but he had made some excellent contacts in the Hotel Anderson bar while he was waiting for the strike settlement, and had a firm offer of a better-paying job with Everest Mutual. He felt good, proud that he had been able to turn one annoying situation into something very positive, and he looked forward to seeing Susan again and telling her all about it.
Susan. His mind had been turning the image of his pretty young bride over and over ever since he had left her on Monday. Things had looked so hopeless between them, then their marriage seemed to be falling apart at the seams. But somehow, a week away from home had put everything into a new perspective. Hell, he thought, just getting a load of some of the cheap, painted-up dames these other guys have for wives makes Susan seem like a goddamn movie star to me. He had even thought of cheating on her, like some of the other guys did the minute they got away from home. God knows he had plenty of reason, all those frustrating nights of disappointing sex. Still, adultery wasn't something to be taken lightly. He had seen other guys inventing elaborate alibis so their mates wouldn't suspect their philandering and he didn't want that kind of life. Nobody could match Susan for looks, and God knows her body was absolutely sensational. Maybe it would take a lot longer for her to break out of her frigidity and fear than he had thought, but it was worth a try.
This'!! be like a new start for us, he mused as the giant jet engines began to roar and the plane commenced its speedily mounting rush down the runway.
Susan, darlin', I'm on my way.
Blaring rock and roll music filled the living room of the Jameson house. The curtains and shades were all drawn, and the room was lit by lamps, though it was just past three in the afternoon. Sal lay stretched out on the sofa, and Art lay sprawled on his back on the carpeted floor while Susan, at his command, was licking his naked muscular body from head to foot with her servile tongue. Tanya, now naked again, was dancing in the center of the room, grinding her hips furiously to the lurid beat of the rock music. All of them were heavily drunk.
The effects of the liquor had long since taken their toll on the sex-ravaged young housewife, for her mind was now tingling with alcoholic euphoria, and her body, abused past all reason, was excitedly alive and rippling with erotic pleasure. She was licking and sucking hungrily on the young drifter's toes, well past the point of being troubled by her conscience. After almost twenty-four hours of brutalization and rape by the young stranger and his blonde girl friend, she no longer cared about anything. Even Tim and the possibility of rescue had long since fled from her mind. Her voluptuous body, too long denied the pleasures of the flesh, now hungrily submitted to her youthful tormentor's slightest whim, and she was so drunk and incoherent that she actually yearned for him to rape her again and again, to transport her to the excruciating pinnacles of shameless passion that she had come to know only in the last twenty-four hours.
I'm a whore now, she thought as she ran her tongue greedily up the cruel youth's inner thigh, a disgusting whore… so you see, Miss Whitfield, where all your lectures got me… I'm licking the naked body of a strange, sick young man… and I love it. I LOVE IT!
"Say, that chick's really goin' to town," Sal remarked drunkenly as he watched the ravishing brunette madly licking Art's body. "It's gettin' me real hot, man, real hot. When do I get my turn?"
"Comin' up, old friend," Art murmured as Susan began to suck under his armpits with hungry fervor.
Still dancing frantically in the center of the room, Tanya found herself growing jealous of all the attention that was being showered on the young housewife. Yet she knew better than to show it, remembering the heavy slaps Art was apt to give her if she made her feelings known. Hell, they like new meat, she reminded herself. Both Art and Sal have fucked me every which way from Sunday at one time or other,
Still, no matter how she tried to avoid it, she was growing horny as hell and needed satisfaction. At that moment, her eye fell on a candle in a silver candelabra on an end table. Tanya, honey, she thought to herself, do you dare? Her loins burned with the need for release, and her cuntal interior was already nearly drenched with fluid from the erotic excitement she had induced in herself by dancing. Her Scotch-fogged brain sizzled with delight as the idea began to form in her mind. The men were ignoring her, preferring to get their kicks with an unfamiliar girl, so that left her free to get her own kicks any way she wanted.
The others in the room were completely oblivious to Tanya's thoughts at the moment, for Susan was lustily absorbed in licking Art's throat and shoulders, much to the obscene pleasure of the two men. The younger male lay back like a primitive jungle chieftain while his slave girl paid him tribute with her voraciously licking mouth and tongue. He lay back passively, his lean muscular body rippling with steadily mounting pleasure as Susan continued her lewd oral ministrations. Sal ogled the lurid sight hungrily, his enormous cock stiffly erect and aching almost painfully with torrid desire. The strapping man grew hotter by the minute as he watched the captive housewife slithering over his friend's tightly muscled body, her mouth and hands exploring his lean frame like a sex-driven servant of the devil.
"Hey, fuck it, Art," he growled drunkenly. "it's my turn now… my prick's jerkin' like mad to get inside that dame."
"Okay, man," the other replied lazily. "She's all yours. Take her, Sal."
Hungrily, Sal strode over and gripped Susan by her arm, pulling her suddenly off Art's wetly glistening body, and forced her to lay on her back on the carpet. The sight of her supple translucent flesh made him tremble with an excitement that shuddered through his powerful frame like bursts of rolling thunder. His enormous cock lurched like a long-necked serpent-monster, greedy to devour its helpless victim.
"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits," he grunted as his eyes fell leeringly on Susan's quivering upthrust mounds.
The tortured young wife was so drunk and numbed now that she was no longer human. She was a tormented animal, totally possessed by the cravings of her flesh. Her ripe young breasts throbbed hotly under Sal's hungry gaze, and her pink nipples rose to taut hardness. Sal straddled his legs on either side of her hips, then knelt, bending down so that his thick lips closed around first one softly pulsing breast, then the other, sucking and biting at the tender upthrust mounds like a starving dog suddenly thrown a bone. At the same time he reached around with one hand and thrust his outstretched middle finger straight up into her heavily moistened cuntal passage, making the drunken young bride groan with pleasure. He wormed his finger around in the fiery hot vaginal channel fiercely, hoping to elicit a howl of agony from the girl. Nothing excited him more than hurting a frail young creature like Susan, asserting his male superiority with painful emphasis. But no matter how he drove his finger upwards, no matter how hard he sucked and bit on her pliant breasts, she only mewled with ecstasy, lost in an alcohol fog of surging desire.
Suddenly the swarthy male pulled away, leaving Susan's pyramidal nipples nearly red and raw from his vicious sucking, and her deserted cunt blazing with unsatisfied passion.
"Art, turn her over," he snarled, "I'm gonna give her a special treat."
Quickly the younger male bent down and gripped Susan's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach, while his eyes eagerly drank in the gleaming whiteness of her skin. The inebriated young housewife lay exhausted on the floor, her stomach and breasts pressing into the soft pile of the carpet, her firmly rounded buttocks quivering from the streams of excitement that flowed without diminution throughout her sex-hungry body.
Sal stood at her feet, while his thick monstrous cock, long and muscular, grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of her helpless exposed buttocks. Then he stopped, grabbed both of the subjugated girl's ankles, and yanked at them harshly, splaying her legs wide apart. An idea had been forming in the back of his mind, a way of eliciting a little cry of torture from the ravishing nineteen year old who lay expectantly on the floor before him. He dropped to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands roughly over the long tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her sleek young thighs to the hotly moist vee up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal cleft up between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Sal growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's vulnerable ass-cheeks, parting them slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
The imprisoned young wife shuddered with a flicker of fear as she felt the muscular man probe her anal crevice. No one had touched her there before, except Tim on the Monday of his departure. Now suddenly she was reminded of that fateful afternoon, and wondered anxiously if Sal had the same thing in mind for her.
The older man leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the smooth white globes of her buttocks. She instinctively clenched them together, but he dug his fingers hard into the curved orbs, forcing them apart. At that moment, Susan realized that the brutal male was not only going to take her from behind, but possibly in the anus! A soul-searing moan of agony and protest rumbled up from her throat, cutting through the thick fog of submission and sensual frenzy that had enveloped her. But Sal was pleased by her sudden resistance. It told him that she had an inkling of what was in store and she didn't like it.
Well that's just fine, he thought drunkenly, licking his lips salaciously as the tight brown ring of her anal entrance contracted fearfully. That's the way I like it… when they scream and cry.
He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at the puckered little anus with his stiffened middle finger. The frightened young housewife jerked forward and cried out in terror as she felt his finger begin to intrude harshly into her tightly resisting nether ring. Oh please, she cried inwardly, not this! NOT THIS! She pressed her pelvis hard into the rug, her buttocks tensing together to escape Sal's finger being thrust into her rectal depths, but her gesture was useless, for be burrowed forward again, sinking the thick finger to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee!!!!" she gasped pitifully as he skewered his finger into her abused little rectal hole, sadistically sinking it in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud in tortured agony, but she knew any cry for pity was useless. With a deep sob, she relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wished, steeling herself for the pain she knew would follow and hoping it would not last long.
With his free hand, Sal began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, preparatory to sticking it into the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the lengthy instrument directly at the tight puckered hole now partially stretched from the brutal rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her fearfully trembling buttocks-cleft again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body against her back. His massive pulsating cock slid along the perspiration-dampened crevice until the tip rested against the tiny throbbing hole, shining wetly from his spit. Then levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips, directing his desire-swollen penis straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his huge cock-head cruelly forward into her cringing little anus.
Art, who had retreated to the armchair once again, watched in lewd fascination as the impaled young housewife groaned in torment and writhed in pain. His thick erect penis was pounding with excitement and jerked straight up in angry lust. Never taking his eyes from the obscene sight of his muscular friend boring his massive cock between Susan's stretched and trembling ass-cheeks, he gripped his rigid cock with his hand and began to pump it up and down eagerly. He wanted to fuck her again, and his time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
"Nooo!" Susan gasped as Sal's hotly inflamed penis finally hammered its brutal way right up into the painfully expanded depths of her rectum. Now, miraculously, it was in all the way to the hilt. She shuddered spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the vicious intrusion. It was completely useless to resist any further.
"This cunt has a real tight asshole," Sal grunted, "just the way I like 'em."
He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up on to her knees, bending her subservient body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her searing virginal rectum with long smooth strokes, making the agonized young wife cry out in pain and humiliation.
Art, riveted to the scene, was jerking frantically at his lewdly excited penis, nearly out of his mind with perverted delight. Tanya, meanwhile, had retreated to a dim corner of the living room, and was also watching the brutal anal impalement of the captive young wife. Despite her sympathy for Susan, her own corrupt sense of pleasure was thrilled by the depraved scene she was witnessing. Her hand clutched a long yellow wax candle that she had quietly snatched from the candleholder, and she sat with her back leaning against the wall, slumped forward so that her pink glistening little pussy was completely exposed, and brought the wick-tipped point of the candle directly to her vaginal opening, rotating it around and around over the hotly excited flesh. Then, as she watched Sal begin to drive his hugely stiffened penis into Susan's boiling young rectum with brutal frantic strokes, she suddenly thrust the cool waxy candle upwards into her vaginal interior.
"Mmmmmmn," she mewled excitedly as the slender instrument slid easily up her lust-moistened cuntal walls, "ooooooohhh…"
She began to thrust the candle in and out of her proffered pussy, slumping further down and pulling her knees up to give her easier entry, driving the waxy phallus all the way up until it slammed against the shuddering flesh of her cervix, then pulling it all the way out with a wet sluicing sound. She continued to fuck herself with the candle with mounting frenzy as she watched the torrid anal rape taking place a few yards away from her.
Unconscious of what his blonde girl friend was doing, Art suddenly lunged from the armchair, too excited now to hold back from joining the orgy.
"Hey Sal, turn her on her side so I can join in, huh?"
"Sure, man," his friend replied with a laugh. Locking his hands, tightly to Susan's hips, he rolled to the side, pulling her hard against his chest. His throbbing cock was still embedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay full-length on her side.
The younger man lost no time in pulling the brutalized young housewife's free leg up so that it dangled over Sal's thighs, and her pulsingly hot vagina was helplessly exposed just above the ruddy stalk of Sal's penis. Then he grasped his painfully lusting cock, swiftly positioned himself on his side facing the agonized bride, and rammed forward with all his youthful strength, his long hard thickness slipping quickly into Susan's wet stretched pussy.
"Uuuuunnnggggghhhh!!" she groaned as its heatedly throbbing length slithered Up into her vaginal depths, joining Sal's cock, already buried in her burning rectal channel, only a thin membrane away. The impaled young wife lay moaning and sobbing, sandwiched tightly between their huge skewering penises like an insect, with only the narrow wall of tissue between her anus and vagina to separate the two vicious instruments of torture. She was face to face with Art, his cruel leering eyes boring into her like knives as he gripped her shoulders roughly for support, his fingernails digging into her flesh and adding another measure of cringing pain. Then he kissed her harshly with his wet sensual lips and began to fuck into her hotly penetrated pussy.
The young drifter drove into her frenziedly while Sal burrowed with merciless force into the hot depths of her rectum. After a few moments they developed a natural rhythm, buffeting the helpless young wife between them without mercy. She was groaning a single low whine of pain-racked defeat that went on and on while they ground into her, interrupted only by sudden cries of particularly intense agony when the impalement became more than she could bear.
Meanwhile, in the shadows nearby, Tanya was nearly out of her mind with rampant pleasure as she fucked herself with the narrow candle, driving it far up into her wet receptive cunt and rotating it wildly inside. Her body shivered with excitement, and she tossed her bouffant mane of blonde hair feverishly like a jungle animal gone berserk, mewling in pleasure, her eyes rolling unseeing. Her lover and his long-time friend were fucking the hell out of Susan, and the sight of it thrilled her to the depths of her being. This, she realized lewdly, was why she loved Art so much. Who else could provide her with this kind of excitement? Who else could make her world so fantastically full of wanton enjoyment? Oh, she loved him, loved him as she had never loved anybody. She didn't care who he fucked, or what he did, just as long as she could be there. With a soul-searing moan of lust, she drove the candle far up into her pussy, up practically into her belly, while her loins churned with a steaming sensual heat that was driving her crazy.
"Oh yesss," she groaned through clenched teeth, "yessss!!"
Only yards away from the voluptuous blonde, the young housewife continued to cry out in pain. Her loins were stretched wide now by the two thick rods of male flesh, and she was sure that she had reached the lowest point of degradation that any woman had ever endured. Every inch of her cream-white young body shuddered with stinging torturous pain, and she felt drowned in humiliation, no longer even human.
But then, deep in her depraved ravaged body, she began to feel once more the familiar churning of reawakening passion. The forbidden thrill of pleasure that had taken hold of her many times now in the past two days suddenly began to rise again from somewhere deep in her belly as the two cruel men continued to fuck her savagely. Her skin began to ripple with a flowing warmth and her alcohol-clouded brain reeled, pulling her away from the shocking reality of her double rape into a raging torrent of bestial enjoyment. Every nerve-ending in her body came alive as the swirling tides of passion swept through her entire being. She was being mercilessly abused and fucked by two strange men in her own living room, and now she began to relish it, thrill to it, squirm her body in pure sensual response to it! Shamelessly she began to return Art's rough kisses, clamping her lips feverishly on his, eagerly giving vent to the wanton lust that now took complete hold of her once again.
A raging hurricane of masochistic delight welled from the depths of her degraded subjugation and charged her with sexual energy. She began to gyrate her hips lewdly backward to meet the barbaric thrusts of Sal's rigidly knifing cock, and then forward again to let her sex-greedy cunt swallow the whole of Art's thick plunging penis. She undulated wildly between the two males, one swarthy and hairy, the other lean and sinewy, her hips rotating and heaving against them.
"Oooohhhhh fuuccckkk meeee goodddd!!!" She heard herself cry out like a shameless whore, "Fuuuucccck mmeeeee!!!"
Urged on by her obvious change of attitude and lust-inciting cries, the two men began to fuck her harder and more abandonedly. All three of them groaned in animalistic excitement and howled a bizarre cry of heated orgiastic debauchery.
Tanya, meanwhile, was close to orgasm as she plunged the wetly glistening candle in and out of her seething vagina. Her firmly full breasts shook with torrid pleasure, and every inch of her body quaked with obscene thrills. Suddenly she groaned deeply as her lust-driven cunt began to explode with sizzling delight, as if bombs were going off inside, bombs of soft, piercing flames that spread to every part of her obscenely jerking young body. She was cumming, cumming with a torrent of female secretions that gushed out of her candle-fucked vagina in warm streams and dripped softly on the carpet beneath.
"Oooohhhhhhhh mmmmmyyyy Goooddddd!!!!" she hissed in luxuriant, shameless passion, "Aaaaaaannnnggg!!!!"
Then, suddenly it was over, and the exhausted blonde withdrew the drenched candle and flung it to the floor beside her. Through her lust-glazed eyes she continued to watch Susan's double-fucking.
The young housewife was out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began sobbing with mounting excitement as the heat in her uncontrollably thrashing loins reached new heights. Her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweet gushing fluid, evidence of her nearly incoherent delight, and she began to scream insanely.
"I'm cumming… cuuuuummmiiing!!!"
Her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wet exploding cunt.
Sal and Art both sensed her overpowering excitement, and it inspired them with renewed strength. Their two massively inflated cocks became charged with raw male power as they fucked into her from both sides, searing the twin channels of her belly like mighty cannons, sharing the triumph of their brutalization of this helpless creature sandwiched between their rampaging bodies.
"Ooohhh shhiitt!!!" Art groaned, as his sperm-bloated testicles contracted and then began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "Ahhh… ahhhhh… ahhhhhh!"
And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white-hot cum into Susan's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans wrenched from deep in his throat. Behind the squirming young wife and his violently cumming friend, Sal held off as long as possible, preferring to be the last to shoot his load. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Art and Susan charged him with such overwhelming passion that he could now wait no longer, and he began to plunge his massive cock into Susan's greedily clenching anus like a jackhammer. The heavy force of his thrusts buffeted the others as he drove on and on like a wild bull. His enormously swollen balls could no longer hold his churning semen, and the thick boiling cum suddenly traveled up the massive length of his cock-shaft until it burst through the parted glans into the dilated interior of Susan's rectal depths, filling the young wife with a radiant burst of wet heat that even further enhanced her throbbing delight.
The three-way orgasm seemed to go on forever, until finally Art pulled his cock from Susan's drenched pussy and collapsed exhausted on the floor, leaving only Sal to complete his last few hard strokes until he too, was drained of his sperm. Then even Sal was still lying on the floor with Susan's body still pressed tightly to his.
It was all the sodomized young wife could do to remain conscious after the overwhelming experience of her double fuck. Nothing so shattering had ever even remotely happened to her before, and her naked young body was still bathed in the lascivious glow of her experience. She could feel Sal withdrawing his limp rod from her stretched and seething rectum, leaving her lying alone on her side on the soft carpet.
"Well, get a load of this, will ya," she heard Art saying. Turning slowly, as if in a dream, she saw Tanya slumped against the wall near the entranceway, her vaginal passage completely exposed and glistening with a tell-tale moisture. Beside her lay the yellow candle, and there was a sly smile on her face as she picked it up to indicate to her corrupt lover what she had been up to while he had been fucking the young wife.
"Art, my man," Susan heard Sal remark, "that's a mighty fine gal you got there, a mighty fine gal."