"Oh yeah," Jack said. "Hey, Marsha, you're wasting time. Get down on his cock. Just do it like you do mine, baby, and you're sure to get a mouthful of cum."
Marsha didn't look as if she cared for the idea, but she followed Tracy's example. She got on her knees under the table and took Joe's cock out. She touched his limp prick with her lips.
"Get into the spirit, Marsha," Jack said. "Enjoy sucking his cock."
Marsha looked as if she'd eaten something that didn't agree with her, but she once again put her open mouth to Joe's cock. Tracy watched her mouth move as she slowly gobbled up more and more of Joe's cock.
Finally Joe had his balls resting on Marsha's chin and Marsha was just barely moving her mouth up and down. Tracy could tell from the soft sighs Joe was making that he was enjoying it. Tracy knew she was going to have to get busy.
Tracy opened her mouth wide and went down on his thick staff all the way to his balls. She wed her tongue as she'd used it with Joe the night before.
"Jesus Christ!" Jack cried. "How's she doing that? Oh Jesus, that's good!"
She started moving her head up and dawn like a piston on his stiff rod. She knew Jack would not be able to last for long as she worked her lips and tongue.
"Ahhhh fuck!" Jack cried. "It's too good! I can't stand it! It's too fucking good!"
"Go ahead!" Joe said. "Shoot off in her mouth! Give her your hot load of cum!"
Tracy sucked him in deep just as he started pumping his sperm into her mouth. She couldn't taste him but she could feel the wetness against the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly so that not a drop would be spilled.
"Ahhhhh Jesussss!" Jack cried. "That was fine, girl. That was really fine."
Tracy pulled back her head and licked her cum-covered lips. She looked over at Marsha. Marsha was still trying, but it was easy to see that she found the job distasteful. Her eyes were closed and she was going up and down on his cock as fast as she could manage.
"I guess you win," Jack said. "She's certainly a better cocksucker than my wife."
"Of course," Joe said. "But we should devise some punishment for Marsha. It would teach your wife to be a little faster next time."
"That's fine with me," Jack said. "She's all yours. I feel tired. I'm going in for a nap."
Jack gave Tracy a pat on the head.
"You really are a sweet cocksucker, girl," be said.
Marsha was still sucking Joe's cock as her husband left her. Joe pushed her back. She hadn't heard the conversation between her husband and Joe and now she looked around, frightened.
"Come up from there," Joe said.
She came out from under the table and so did Tracy. Tracy found herself growing excited and she wondered what son of punishment Joe intended for Marsha. Tracy knew that it would be something that would shock the woman.
"Where's my husband?" Marsha asked.
"He's gone inside," Joe said. "He's given you to me for the time being."
"What?" Marsha asked.
"He's given you to me," Joe repeated. "You needn't look so shocked. You lost the contest. Tracy won. Now it's time for you to take the loser's position."
"You're crazy," Marsha said. "I'm not taking anything from you. I'm going inside."
"Brad," Joe said softly.
Tracy had not seen Brad but he appeared suddenly and he caught Marsha by the arm. Marsha started to fight but one look at Brad's face stopped her cold.
"You're mine," Joe said. "Right now you're mine. I'll tell you when to go. Sit down."
Marsha sat down. Tracy remained standing nearby. She knew she should leave, but she didn't want to miss any of what happened. Something told her that it was going to be something to see.
"Have you ever really been fucked?" Joe asked.
"I don't know what you mean," Marsha said. "I'm not a virgin."
"Hell," Joe said. "I know Jack. He's got a cock, but he doesn't know very much about it. He can knock a woman around but he doesn't know how to really fuck a woman. I think it's time you found out."
"You leave me alone," Marsha said. "Don't come near me."
"I have no intention of coming near you," Joe said. "I'm leaving you to Brad. Brad, enjoy yourself."
Tracy thought she'd seen the worst parts of Brad, but now it was like Joe had turned an animal loose. Marsha's eyes went wide with fright as Brad came toward her.
"No," she whispered. "Don't hurt me! No!"
The look in Brad's eyes was pure animal lust. Tracy couldn't move. She watched as Brad lifted Marsha easily from her chair and ripped her pants outfit dawn the front. His big hand went under her panties and Tracy saw Marsha wince.
Brad was forcing his finger into Marsha's pussy. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't strong enough to fight Brad off. A look of pain came to her face as Brad began to move his finger in and out.
"On the table," Joe said.
Brad forced her against the table and then he bent the top half of her body flat against the cool metal. He pressed her head down while his other hand kept plunging in and out of her pussy.
"Feel good?" he asked. "I bet it does."
"You bastard," she moaned. "You fucking bastard."
"Now that's no way for a lady to talk," Brad laughed. "No way at all."
"Take her panties ail the way down," Joe commanded.
Brad still held her with one hand while he pulled her panties down her legs. She struggled uselessly as he peeled the panties off her legs. Her pink pussy lips were now exposed, and Tracy could see Brad's finger going in and out.
Brad left her cunt again and unzipped his trousers. He pulled his big cock out, already hard and ready for action. He pressed it against her pussy and with one hard thrust buried it up to his balls in her pussy.
"Oh God." Marsha moaned. "I wasn't nice. That hurt, you bastard. That hurt."
He laughed as he slammed his cock into her pussy again and again. Tracy had never seen anything look so vulgar and yet so exciting. There could be no doubt that it was rough and brutal rape, but Tracy found herself warming up.