Up in the stands of the football stadium, Steve White wondered where in the world his wife could be, although without too much concern. She's probably at home, sobbing her eyes out, he thought. "It's just something women have to do from time to time," he told himself, rising to cheer as the Marley High School Wolves scored the first touchdown of their ball game against Pacific Heights. "Maybe it's that time of month or something like that."
Perhaps 20 feet from where he sat was his wife, in the middle of being raped by two members of the Marley High School motorcycle gang, The Blasters. Barry trembled as Steve's wife had her tongue slave over his eight-inch hardness and gasped, "OK, baby, now enough of this playing around. I want you to really suck it!"
Obediently, Linda slipped her soft lips over the naked shiny head of the steel-hard shaft, as Stuart stood right next to Linda's head and stroked his meaty erection furiously. And now, Barry groaned and flicked his strong hips forward, sliding the full steamy eight inches into the warm wet cavern of Linda's mouth and down the length of her velvety tongue until the spongy cock head slammed brutally against the back of her throat. She gagged in panic, but forced herself to remain still. She continued moving her tongue nibbling very lightly at the sides of his manhood with her teeth.
"Aaaagghh," the rapist moaned throatily. "Yes, suck it, suck it harder, baby! Make me come, honey." And now his jaw dropped and his head tilted back in ecstasy. Yes, older women really knew what was happening when it came to sex, he thought in an instant before his mind went blank again to all but the pleasures of watching this high-tone prissy Mrs. White bring him off.
Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking his meaty thickness into her mouth as if it were a cunt. Linda tried as best she could to suck on the purple-veined monster, but could barely catch her breath before it was rammed into her again. It was terrifying, but at the same time, somehow exhilarating. It was as if being forced to do this and not having any control over it removed whatever guilt she might have normally felt for having gotten into this situation. Had she concentrated on nothing but the brutality of what was going on, she might have screamed, but tried to keep her mind off that and instead find it interesting that this pulsating hunk of male meat kept swooshing into her.
Barry began moving into her harder and harder. He saw her eyes begin to water and thought, "Good! Let's see her suffer a bit for a change!" Now he threw back his head all the way as he felt his abdominal muscles go stiff. "Suck it harder!" he screamed and she complied.
And now he came, with a burning, volcanic explosion, with great, booming spurts of white hot sticky come pouring down Linda's throat as she valiantly tried to swallow it and keep breathing. "Oh, shit, that feels so fine, yeah… you little slut, you do suck good. Oooo, yeah," he moaned after pumping his viscous male sperm into her for almost a full minute.
Barry fell back on the floor in a heap, but Stuart was in a lather, just aching to make this untouchable little history teacher make him come the way Barry just had. He decided that he would top Barry, however, by coming inside her little cunt, rather than just her mouth.
"Get those pants off bitch," he ordered in a low, mean growl that carried not even a trace of tenderness to it. "I want to get a load of your little cunt, baby. I want you to beg me for it, bitch!"
"Go to hell," Linda whimpered, her throat still full of Barry's hot come.
Blam! Linda screamed as Stuart hit her right in the stomach again. Then she spent the next minute trying to get her wind back as Stuart stroked his ten-inch blue-veined stiffness frantically, with the mammoth cock somehow seeming to grow even thicker with each thrust of his greasy hand.
Linda could see his muscles rippling as he concentrated all his power into his steely hardness and she knew that if she resisted again she risked getting beaten to a bloody pulp. What a loathsome, despicable animal he was, she told herself, her mind still hazy. But she knew that if she cooperated, she might get out of this horrible place a little faster. Normally, it would have been impossible, but she didn't normally get punched in the stomach, so hard that she had almost passed out both times it happened. "I'll just pretend that it's Steve I'm with now," she told herself. Right now, she'd have given her very soul to be home, lying in bed with her cute, little husband and saying, "I love you baby." Instead, she was cringing like a dog before its master. Small pleading sounds that she tried to stifle came up from her throat.
Stuart had now stopped readying his veiny stiffness and now it throbbed against his hairy belly with each of his heartbeats. He grinned malevolently at Linda, still swearing on the floor, then said to Barry, who was lounging in one of the chairs in the room, "Watch this."
Turning to Linda, he said in a calm voice, "Now, Mrs. White. You're going to learn something for a change. You're going to find out what it does to a guy when he can't get any pussy from any of the broads in school. Then you talk about these barbarians coming in and raping people… don't you understand? Boys like me and Barry here, we get all hot and bothered when you talk about things like that. We get tired of beating off every day. So now we're gonna do something about it. Now, like I said, I want you to beg me for it I want you to beg to get fucked by me!"
Linda could only stare for an instant and Stuart immediately slapped her so hard that she screamed out in pain and quickly cried to him, "Fuck me, please. Do anything, just don't hit me. Please don't hurt me!"
"That's not good enough, you little bitch," he growled. "You got to sound like you mean it, like you're dying for it. You got that?"
Linda was choking back her sobs, and now she forced herself to smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered, blinking back a tear. "I really do like you, Stuart. I hope you know that no matter what happens, you'll always think of me as your friend. I really mean that, and I hope you feel the same way."
"Barry's my only friend," he said, stroking his colossal cock, one that resembled a tree trunk with two fists sticking out from beneath it. But the anger had gotten out of his voice, so Linda kept on the same tack, hoping that it would keep her from getting killed.
"You really ought to gets girlfriend, Stuart, just because you're so good looking that you're probably breaking all kinds of little hearts out there," she lied, trying to sound as sincere as possible.
"What crap," said Stuart, but he again did not seem to be very angry.
"You've got a really good build and a nice smile," she said, her voice now starting to tremble ass wave of revulsion swept over her. "It's just a matter of believing that yourself. As a matter of fact, if I weren't married, I'd probably be having some serious thoughts about you. You're kind of my type – tall and good looking."
"Keep going," said Stuart quietly. His cock continued to throb.
"Come here, Stuart," she said throatily as she got on to her knees. In a moment, his cock was pressed across her face. So gross, thought Linda, but she forced herself to go on. "You are really making me horny, Stuart. I'm starting to get wet for you. And I love your cock. It's so big and beautiful, just like you."
And with that, she stuck out her tongue and licked his joy pole furiously. If she could get him to come now, maybe he wouldn't insist on putting his organ, one she was afraid might split her open, inside of her. She tried to take his spongy cock head inside her mouth, but could only get a little more than half of it in. And now she kissed and licked it furiously, thinking all the time of Steve and how she and him had really never done things like this during their brief marriage.
"Oh, I love you," she moaned out loud, silently adding the word "Steve" to the end of her exclamation. "I love your cock, it feels so good," she gasped between kisses and licks, as she now began frantically stroking the almost metallic base of his ten inches with her soft little hands. "Oh baby, you turn me on to the max yeah, you're so foxy, baby… I wanna make you come."
Those were apparently the magic words. Stuart let out a blood-curdling scream, almost like a girl's, it was so high and piercing. "Oh yes, yes!" he now yelled as white hot sperm gushed out in a flood that arched up and onto the wall, leaving great whitish splotches on it, in at least 10 different places, as Stuart pumped his hips in and out to maximize every single moment of pleasure. For the first time that Linda could ever remember, a big smile broke out on his face, even though Linda hadn't swallowed any of his sperm.
She watched his giant male member deflate like a balloon with the air going out of it and became more and more pleased as it dropped towards the floor in a few seconds. She was finally going to get out of here, she exulted. She hadn't even had to take off her clothes. Her hopes were dashed almost immediately, for Barry now had stepped in front of where she knelt. And his blue-veined manhood was again rock-hard. With a sinking heart, she knew that he wouldn't settle for the same thing she had done to him last time. She was right. "Get those clothes off right now, Mrs. White," Barry ordered. "I want to see you do a strip tease with 'em, OK? I want to be entertained."
So she tried her best even though she'd only read about strip tease dancers, and had never actually seen one. First she pulled off her boots slowly and then rubbed her legs a bit, then wigged around a bit, as both Stuart and Barry clapped their hands. "Yeah, get it on, teach!" Barry yelled as she slowly pulled off her jacket and swung it around like she was winding up to threw a baseball.
The fear she had felt earlier was disappearing just a bit, only because she had a little bit of an area to move around in and because she forced herself to keep on thinking about Steve. Now she tossed away the coat and now she shimmied out of her sweater, an action that brought gasps of lust and the smacking of lips from Barry and Stuart. Grinding her hips round and round and closing her eyes to think of lying on the beach in her string bikini, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans as slowly as possible, feeling so emotionally drained that she somehow found what she was doing a bit amusing. I've got to make these boys feel romantic or they'll beat the daylights out of me, she reminded herself, as she slid off her jeans, snaking her hips toward Barry's face. She tossed them to him and reached back to undo her lacy baby blue brassiere as Barry whistled and started to pull on his now enormous meatiness, which now seemed even bigger than the eight inches it had reached before.
Now she ran her hands over her cherry-like nipples, which were surprisingly hard at this point and massaged them as if they were ripe tomatoes, just on the verge of bursting open if they were handled too roughly. Both the boys had become very quiet now as their eyes ran over her body with unbelieving delight. She danced unresistingly before them, now starting to take off her matching baby blue panties, the string bikini model, showing the fleecy brown curls in between the firm, trim thighs and the generously curved buttocks, which flared out breathtakingly from her narrow waist. And her breasts… Christ, they were fine, even better than what the boys had imagined during all those long hours in history class, listening to Linda talk about kings, caesars, the Catholic Church and the Moors. Now they jiggled constantly like puppets on strings, so firm they were. And now Linda slid her panties off and tossed them gently to Barry, who seemed to her to be less of an animal that Stuart. Forgive me, Steve, I'm just trying to survive, she prayed silently.
She was wrong about Barry. He was just as insensitive as his friend, for rather than letting Linda sashay all the way up to him and sit on his lap, then play with his throbbing cock, he jumped up and literally tackled her as the Marley High School free safety might do in trying to stop a sweep around the strong side of the line.
As before, the force of this blow knocked the wind out of her and she lay gasping to catch her breath on the floor with an aching head and ribs coming from being slammed into the wall. Her mind was blank except for one idea – submit. Submit or die. Now she was stretched unmoving across the floor unable and not caring to stir her pain-wracked body. She couldn't even think of Steve, could not summon up his image, any longer. She just hoped it would be over as soon as possible.
"Hey, Barry," she now dimly heard Stuart say. "Don't wear her out too bad. I want her to have at least a little energy left when you get done with her."
"Don't worry, Bro," came the reply. "This is a red hot lady, at least once I get her going."
She felt like she was being discussed as people would talk about a trained seal. She shivered as she felt a body dropping against her naked back. Powerful hands now forced her knees and thighs apart. She thought for an instant about trying to clamp them together, but all the spark had been drained from her spirit. Now she whimpered quietly as she sensed the rubbery hotness of Barry's throbbing organ pressing into her thigh, just below her vaginal cleft, which remained hypersensitive. Barry wiggled his heavy weapon, ready to fire, along the soft crevice of her buttocks, as tears of humiliation now flowed from her eyes. He was going to take her from the back, she realized, like an animal would. His hands quickly lifted her from the hips. She was just a hunk of flesh for these rapists.
He jabbed away for a while at the warm valley of her buttocks, grinding and squeezing the trembling flesh to form a hot tight pocket around his blood heavy member. Wincing, Linda readied herself for the worst, expecting to feel the punch of his monstrous cock into her puckered anus. The pain would make her scream, she knew.
But all of a sudden, Barry moved himself away. What in the world, she thought for just an instant until she felt his fingers sliding into the swollen folds of tissue that both boys had neglected up until now. Yet she could tell Barry was no novice, the stroking with his fingertips carried with it a sense of authority that could not have come from any place except experience. They both became aware of the moisture forming on the soft downy hairs between her legs. And, almost involuntarily, she let her legs slip apart, wider and wider.
Despite her fear and anguish over what had happened in the little room, she could not deny the searing hotness that now licked at her bowels. Electric arcs of glorious sensation shot from her now sizzling cleft, following the paths taken by Barry's teasing fingers, which drove her to a place of abandoning all sense except that one of waiting for Barry to mount her and pump into her. She tried to pray again, but lost the motivation as her will became weaker by the second. Part of her was finding a bizarre sense of enjoyment from being raped and there was nothing she could do about it. I guess that part of me is going to hell, she thought, as Barry slid his skewering thickness into her waiting cuntal walls.