"Let's take her clothes off," said Larry Hanger, his eyes burning red like coals. "Come on!"
He took hold of his trembling wife by the arm and dragged her into the center of the living room. With one quick hand he ripped down the middle of her simple cotton blouse and opened up the front of it, revealing the big halter brassiere which she wore to support her comely voluptuous breasts.
"No, Ken… Please… No more…" She shook her head back and forth, pleading with, him, but she could see from the intense look in his eyes that he had no intention of stopping. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up against his chest. He reached around behind her and undid the clasp of her brassiere, pulling down as he pushed her away the shreds of her blouse. Her big white breasts came pouring out from under the protection of her brassiere and the nipples were sticking upright, aroused with fright.
"Wow!" groaned Ken Atwell. "Your wife's got nice big tits, man! You know? Really nice ones!"
"Wouldn't you love to suck on one of those?!" said Larry Hanger with a snarl. "Sure you would." He reached out and cupped one of the large, creamy breasts, pressing the nipple into his palm. "Sure you would," he continued. "You'd love to suck on this big ripe white breast, Ken, right? But just try to. This little lady here doesn't know about what turns her on, see? So you suck on a tit like this, you put your tongue on the nipple and you think maybe she'll get just a little bit hot, right? But no, not her! She's got to hold back. You could suck those breasts-" He let go of her voluptuous white breast and turned away for a moment. "-all fucking night long, and you'd be lucky if she so much as smiled or breathed a little deeper…"
"That cold, eh?" said Ken Atwell.
"Please," she said, sobbingly shaking her head and beginning to cry on account of the humiliation. "I'm not like that. And Larry, this isn't right. You know it's not right, and-"
He turned back around and grabbed her by the hips, again pulling her forward. "Lemme show you something else about this little lady, Ken," he said, tugging on the waistband of her skirt. "Lemme show you how her cunt is, too!" He yanked on the zipper that held her skirt closed, and then he pulled the snap undone and revealed her panties and the garters that held up her stockings. "Look at all that paraphernalia she's got on there. It's enough to stop a tank, right?"
He snickered at his own little description of his young bride-wife, and then he started grabbing for her silky panties and for the stockings which covered her long shapely legs. "I'm gonna undress you, honey, right here in front of these kind friends of ours, and then you're gonna put out! For the first time in your life, you're really going to put out! You know what I mean?"
It took him a minute, fighting against her flailing arms and kicking legs, but he managed to undress her. She was crying big salty wet tears, and the streaming down her cheeks left little white streaks on her heated, blushing face. She was struggling with him all the way to the floor, but finally, laying flat under him on Ken Atwell's living room, she gave way for a moment, hissing in an angry whisper instead in his ear: "I'll never forgive you for humiliating me this way… Never! Do you hear? Never… never… never…!"
"Baby," he said, sitting up a little off of her body, "I want to tell you something: I'll never forgive you for holding out on me on the one thing I wanted from you. You hear me? That's why you're here tonight. That's why these people are gonna help me. So that you give me what you should have given me a long, long time ago." He leaned down and kissed his wife harshly on the lips, filling her mouth and resistant throat with his tongue.
She tried to refuse the familiar feel of his Frenching tongue, but somehow it was a learned response in her to provide him in this small way, and she couldn't help but let him kiss her passionately. She tried to slow her body's responding heat, too, because she knew that it wouldn't be enough to just fuck him on this night, that he was going to ask for much, much more, and that if she let him get a little hold on her now, he would take everything… and she was afraid of that… desperately afraid… and ashamed, too!
"Please!" she groaned when he let her breathe again. "Please! Let me go!"
But he leaned down into her again, this time kissing her even longer, beginning to pump his hips against her pelvis, pulling one leg up between her long smooth loins and providing the inner slicks of her supple, ample thighs with his muscularly pumping upper leg. His thickened cock rested comfortably against the hollow of her pelvis, the blood-engorged head of his throbbing member sliding and grinding right alongside her pubic triangle. He held her two voluptuous creamy breasts in his squeezing hands while he continued to kiss her passionately.
Up above, watching like hungry crows, Ken Atwell and Angela Heet looked upon the beginning of this ravishing defilement with lewd vicarious satisfaction. They watched the way the young bride struggled unsuccessfully for her much desired freedom and Ken Atwell especially enjoyed seeing Cindy slowly but surely submit to the unwanted passions of her voluptuous body!
"Look at her go," he said, seeing the way she was involuntarily responding to her defiling husband's hands and grinding hips. "She's gettin' turned on whether she likes it or not!"
"Yeah," murmured Angela Heet, a little more sympathetic to the young bride's predicament, "but I think you could be a little nicer to her, Larry."
The revengeful husband looked back ever his shoulder at Angela Heet. "What's that, baby-doll? You fearing for your friend here?"
"I just think you could be a little nicer to her, that's all. You don't have to prove you're right about her being cold by hurting her."
"Suppose you show me what you mean, eh?" He laughed, thinking that Angela Heet would not know what to do next.
"Sure," she said. "You just hold her a little for me first, okay?"
"Sure," said Larry, dumbfounded himself. "Why not? Come on, Ken. You can help me."
Ken Atwell got down on his hands and knees and held the young bride by the ankles. He had her splayed openly, her legs spread wide apart, her loins as far from each other as possible. He looked lasciviously up the length of her body to where her pelvis shined clean and white, to where her pubis was bristling with curly hairs and her puckering pink lips were openly wet.
At her arms was Cindy Hanger's husband. He held her tinned down by the wrists and was watching Angela prepare herself. "What you gonna do, Angela, honey?"
"I'm gonna eat her," she said softly, squatting down alongside the frightened young bride.
Cindy looked up at her high school friend. "How can you do this, Angela? How can you be so vile?" Secretly, she wondered to herself what it would be like to have the other young woman's face between her legs, but the repulsion she felt for the notion of making love to another woman temporarily overwhelmed her. She felt so ashamed to be held captive this way, by her own husband yet! It was enough to make her mad for a lifetime! She wished she'd never heard of the word marriage, and as for sex…
Suddenly she could no longer think. Angela Heet was actually on her hands and knees between Cindy's legs. She was bending over, and putting her mouth to Cindy's cunt!
The young bride craned her neck upwards and looked down to where her naked pubis was tingling from some strange moist sensation. Sure enough, it was not her imagination! There was Angela Heet's head, bobbing up and down between her thighs, and it was that woman's tongue that was causing the sudden tingling sensations between her legs. "God, not that!" she cried. "Nooooo, please!"
Even though she protested in full voice and attempted to convince them that this was wrong, something in her body responded fully to the sensational licking between her vagina lips. She could even feel her clitoris rising up to meet, twitch and pulse against Angela Heet's pressing, licking tongue. Despite her best efforts to deny the effects of the swabbing tongue as it drove to and fro in the narrow wet space between her labia, Cindy could not completely keep down the rising burning passions that had begun to grow between her legs. She felt a hot and cold shiver running up and down her spine, and her heart began to thunder in her chest. That licking in her cunt was taking over her body, and though she squirmed and flailed from side to side, struggling for freedom against the clasping tight grips of the men's hands around her ankles and her wrists, something deep in her belly told her in a guttural voice, one that she'd never heard before, Submit… submit… give in… it feels good… submit, Cindy… give up… and submit…!
She rolled her hips upwards and tried to yank back and away, digging her soft virginal buttocks into the carpeting below, but the tongue that drilled into her cuntal sheath stayed with her, coming at her slippery springy little clitoris with that much more persistence and intensity. She could feel a pair of fingers plying the lips of her cunt back and open, peeling her like a green fig, and then she felt the tongue again, sliding up and down inside the entrance to her belly.
She sucked for breath, gasping and panting and rolling her eyes suddenly open. There, above her, leaning over her, was her husband, leering with a lecherous expression in his eyes and on his face, actually taking lascivious delight in the lewd oral fucking.
"Larry, please!" begged the young bride. "Stop her..! Can't you please stop her?"
"You kidding?" he said, regarding Cindy with disdain. "This is the hottest you've been in the whole time I ever knew you!"
"Oh, God," cried the voluptuous young bride, "noooo… noooo… pleeease…, nooooooo…" Suddenly the horrible humiliation of the scene consumed her and she felt devastated by the awful defilement they were all three of them working on her body. It suddenly dawned on her that a man she hardly knew was nakedly crouched at her feet splaying her legs spread open wide, and between her loins, licking at her cunt, was a woman she'd gone to high school with, and holding her arms, keeping her captive, was her own new husband! It was such a disgusting and debauched spectacle that she could hardly believe it was really happening!
But then there came that incredible torching in her vagina, that flaming sensation from a tongue rippling up and down her lust-excited clitoris, making it all too plain that indeed this depravity was really and truly going on… that there was no denying that another woman was presently down there between her legs… hungrily licking up her vagina… actively fucking her in the cunt with her tongue!
"Ooooh, stop it!" she cried out pathetically, her voluptuous breasts heaving upwards as she arched her back in an effort to escape. "Stop it…! Now stop that, Angela! Right now!"
Angela paused for a moment and sat up from between Cindy's legs. "What's the matter, Cindy? Don't you like it? I know a dozen girls who would pay me for this!"
"Please?" she moaned. "Please don't do that anymore…?" She shook her head from side to side and breathed deeply, thanking her lucky stars for the temporary break she had from the defiling tongue that was until that moment stealing away all of her strength and will to protest the humiliating defilement. "You just have to understand… I'm not like you people… I can't do this… It's just no good and-"
"I've heard enough of this crap," said Ken Atwell, letting loose of the young bride's ankles. "Get out of there, Angela, and let a man take care of her!"
"What?! No!" screeched Cindy as Angela climbed out from between her legs. "Larry? Please? Don't let him? Please Larry?"
"Baby," said the young bride's vengeful husband, "I think you're gonna like this… I really do hope so, anyhow…" He smiled sadistically and then looked up at Ken Atwell. "Go to it, man. Fuck my wife silly, will ya! Fuck her into oblivion. Because after that, I got something real special planned for her… so special she'll never forget it..!"