Chapter 7
"Darling," Gloria said, as she restlessly paced the living room floor some two months later, "I'm sick of the Harpers. I think I hate that little brunette bitch."
"What the hell are you trying to say?" Martin turned irritably and in surprise from the bar where he was mixing a before-dinner martini. "You sure seem to like her husband, though."
"The fuck I do! I love you!"
Martin stared with startled eyes at the obviously unhappy woman in front of him. I don't even know my own wife anymore, he thought. She's still as beautiful as ever ... still as sensual, but we're so tired after our all-night sessions with the neighbors that we don't seem to be interested in normal husband-wife sex anymore. He sighed and then said lamely, "Maybe it's because we've had enough of Mabel and Dennis."
"Could be! After all, isn't it the same old thing every week?" Gloria frowned, then added. "I wish Dennis had meant what he said that night ... that he could never do it again."
"You're really in a state, darling. Maybe the Amber's party tonight will make you feel better. There's going to be about six couples."
"Yeah ... sure...." she answered bitterly, "the more the merrier!"
Oh God, what have we done, Gloria thought, close to tears. We were so happy and loved each other. Now we have nothing in common anymore, except fucking someone else. I feel like I'm destroying the only good thing in my life. Dear Jesus, what can I do now? It's too late to change back into what we once were. I wonder if Martin feels the same way I do? But, he seems to really be digging other women. Aunt Beth was the first ... Aunt Beth ... why did you do this to us? Why? Why?
"Gloria, you do want to go, don't you?" her troubled young husband asked, actually hoping she would refuse the invitation, but knowing at the same time that they had become so distant with each other that it was impossible to speak his doubts aloud.
"Darling, I want to go, but I hate that crude bastard Ken Glower. He frightens me sometimes," she shivered.
"Don't you worry, sweet, I'llsee that no one hurts you."
"Every time I see him, he makes a pass at me. Afterwards, I feel dirty and used ... just from his passes!" Gloria frowned in memory of the times Ken had seemingly fucked her with his eyes. She was sure he was a sadist ... and if she went to this party he would make his threats become reality-his threats to show her what a real man can do. His vulgar crudeness in public made her want to hide.
"Oh, he's just being funny. After all, he's only a touch contractor who was a laborer until he made enough money to start his own contracting business."
"As far as I'm concerned, he's still crude, even though he has a lot of money." Gloria sipped her martini, and thoughtfully added, "Darling, I do love you, and I'm sorry. Maybe we just need a change. We'll see tonight."
Two hours later, Martin and his beautiful redheaded wife drove into the driveway of the Knott Mansion, built on top of the highest hill in the area. Gloria's eyes swept the full expanse of the obviously expensive sprawling house. The walls were fifty percent glass, and it was built in four sections connected by glass-walled hallways. One section was the living area, one the kitchen area, one a master apartment, and the fourth was built especially for their swap parties. She had heard the house described by Will Knott's wife, but had never seen the fabulous decor.
In answer to the doorbell, a young butler opened the door and invited them in. He wore only a pair of tightly fitting knit pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was muscular but slim and virile looking. His smile was almost a knowing leer as he bowed to them and then led them to the already swinging party suite.
"Come in ... come in...." Will Knott yelled as he assessed the curvaceous sensual body of Martin Cotten's wife. He'd waited a long time to get this stuck-up bitch interested in his parties. How he'd finally won!
Both of the Knotts, Will and Cam, took charge of the new guests and showed them around the room to the various people. A bartender brought them champagne, and then the Cotten's were very deftly separated. Gloria realized suddenly that Martin had disappeared with Cam Knott while Will held onto her arm and led her the other way. Only first names were used, and the young redheaded wife was just as glad, because if she continued to feel the way she felt now, she'd never join these horrible people again.
Will Knott, a big tough-looking man, introduced the uncertain Mrs. Cotten to first one person, and then another, but it was all too obvious from the way he possessively clutched at her that he had claimed her for himself. He never left her side as he ordered refill after refill of champagne for her. In time, Gloria began to loosen up, the liquor making her less nervous, and the boisterous jokes of her host became easier to laugh at.
After introductions, Will led the beautiful redheaded wife over to the bar stools and sat Gloria down beside him. His arm rested loosely around her waist while his fingers brazenly caressed her naked upper arm as he explained that the other guests had all been there many times and knew each other intimately. She and Martin were the only new people to join the party. Gloria stared around the room at the men and women in various lewd positions ... one man's hand was thrust up under the skirt of a raven-haired teenager whose face was a mask of lust. She guessed that the girl, like herself, had nothing on under her miniskirt.
Then, Will Knott was digging his elbow into her ribs, calling her attention to Ken Glower who had just entered the room. "I think you know Ken, don't you?"
"I've met him."
"Sounds like you don't like him?" Will laughed, as he patted her on the thigh where her micro-mini had slid up to reveal the naked flesh up between her legs.
"That's right ... frankly, he gives me the creeps."
Suddenly, Gloria averted her eyes from the sight of her husband standing in a far corner where Will's wife had unzipped his pants and was openly caressing Martin's nakedly erect penis standing straight out from his loins. Oh God, she thought, I know what we're here for, but it's so horrible to just casually do it in front of all these strangers. I must be out of my mind to be here. She shivered in disgust and suddenly discovered that her host was laughing at her.
"After all, honey, everybody's here for just one thing," Will grinned, his eyes slitted as he stared at her with a lewdly gleaming twinkle in his eyes, "and that's fucking ... it's as plain as that. Isn't that what you came for? To fuck and be fucked!"
Gloria groaned inwardly. God, Martin and she were like innocent sheep at the slaughter. New blood, so to speak. The fear that Will and Ken both might be sadists had not been dispelled ... but the open, uninhibited mood that prevailed in the room had not yet caught her up. She trembled and started to rise to go to her husband, but stopped halfway up when she saw him disappearing, staggering slightly, down the hallway with Will's wife.
She knew now that there was no turning back ... it was too late. Aunt Beth had initiated her into this sick world, and she would just have to live with it ... as long as Martin wanted it.
"My glass is empty...." she whispered to the pugilistic-looking host. "May I have another?"
"Certainly." He poured the sparkling liquid from a bottle sitting on the bar and also filled his own.
Gloria jumped with shock as she heard her host saying, "The only rule we have for the evening is my promise to Ken. I had to promise him first crack at you tonight. I didn't want to, but it was an obligation I couldn't get out of."
"Oh no...."
"So let me show you to one of the bedrooms." It was more of an order than a request.
"Let me finish my champagne first," she said angrily, unable to control her frightened voice.
"Don't you worry, there's a steady flow of champagne in every room. You can have all you want ... in the bedroom."
Gloria knew she couldn't let this man think she was afraid. After all, she was a real swinging swapper, or so everyone thought. Well, she'd show them ... enough of this expensive juice could numb anyone.
Knott took her firmly by the elbow, and led her from the drinking room, down the hallway to a bedroom Gloria knew that this was why she had come here ... but her dislike of Ken Glower was still an overpowering element. She still felt fear corroding her courage as she stared at the strange bedroom.
There was only one piece of furniture-a king-size bed covered half the room. Set in the wall was a silver spigot that flowed with sparkling champagne when Will held his glass underneath it. The floor seemed to be padded with a thick layer of foam rubber under the soft velvet-like carpet, "I'll leave you now and let Ken know you're ready. You have about five minutes to shed that dress you have on."
Gloria gulped the bubbly liquid as though it were water. She could feel her head beginning to spin and knew she was unsteady on her feet, but it didn't change her feeling. Gradually, her situation made an impact on her mind. God, she couldn't stay here and go to bed with a man she disliked. Never! Abruptly, she decided to go look for Martin, flunking maybe he'd like to go home too.
She stepped into the hallway and saw the line of doors, indicating a bedroom behind each one. She stopped at the first door and peered through the slitted crack. To her amazement the room was flooded with a blue light, and there on the bed was her husband with Cam Knott ... and Ken Glower's wife. The three of them were nakedly entwined on the huge bed and she gasped as she saw Martin fucking Ken's wife while licking Cam's glistening pussy. The obscene spectacle brought back the memory of lewd nights with Aunt Beth, and with Mabel and Dennis Harper.
Gloria stared transfixed at the obscenely writhing bodies, at the Glower woman lying on her back with wide-split thighs while Martin knelt between her legs, his body pressed down into hers, his naked buttocks rising and falling as he fucked his long, hard cock in and out of her wildly gyrating pussy. Gloria's eyes lifted to see Cam, their hostess, lying on her back with her wide-open cunt pressed up into Martin's face. And he was licking and sucking at the gleaming pink slit as though he were starving for the cunt feast.
"Ooohhh," Gloria heard the hostess moan, stick your tongue up my pussy ... ooohhh, God!"
Martin buried his head in deeper, moving his face around and around, his tongue flicking obscenely up and down the wet hair-lined slit, and eliciting loud groans of rapture each time his tongue paused to tease and lick at the small hardeded bud of her clitoris.
Gloria could see Ken Glower's wife arch her naked torso upward, lifting her legs out and clasping her ankles firmly behind Martin's jerking body, capturing him-holding him a slave to her desire.
The redheaded wife saw the woman's hips undulating lewdly in slow motion, moving rhythmically to the powerful movements of her husband's long, hard cock fucking up into her wetly clasping cunt, and then faster and faster as he rammed into her pulsating pussy flesh.
The moaning and groaning sounds of the three nakedly undulating bodies made her shiver with shame and disbelief as she heard Ken's wife gasp, "Fuck me ... fuck me!"
"Mmmmmmmm," Martin groaned and wormed his tongue deeper into Cam's warmly throbbing pussy lips that bulged so sensuously out around his licking frenzy, her eyes fixed on the salacious spectacle being played in front of her, not believing the incredible sight of her husband and the two women.
Suddenly the hypnotic spell she had been under was broken as she heard an ecstatic cry coming from her husband's mouth. She turned, casting one last agonizing look through the door, then moved back down the hallway. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she ran unseeingly, hoping to find a door that led outside to the fresh air. Seconds later, in despair, she found herself back in the room where Will had left her earlier. The disturbed young redhead sat down on the bed and began to weep, her mind a blur of the past ninety days.
Oh God, she thought, we're mad ... insane, to be involved in this horrible set-up. What happened to us? How could we have let Aunt Beth do this to us? We have to stop it ... end this insanity, now-tonight-before it's too late.
Maybe it was already too late, she thought unhappily, for Martin was really digging the two strange women in the bedroom. He was acting as if he'd been doing it for a long time ... as if they were his wife instead of her.
The weeping young wife was still sitting on the bed when she heard the door open and close. She looked up into the leering face of Ken Glower, and she really wasn't too surprised to see Will Knott standing right behind him.
"Hey, baby, I don't want to fuck you with your clothes on," Ken growled coarsely, coming up behind her, his hard hands going around under her arms to capture the rounded fullness of her upthrust breasts. Purposefully, he kneaded and caressed the warm smoothness of them, and she felt the hairiness of his powerful arms against the naked flesh of her upper arms.
And suddenly she knew that even though she had come this far, she couldn't continue this madness. She had to make them understand, regardless of the consequences. The line was drawn tonight-right now-before she became involved with something she couldn't cope with mentally or emotionally.
"Ken, I've changed my mind. I'm sorry. But I'm going home."
"What? The shit you are," the big burly man exploded. "Your fucking husband has both our wives, both of them, goddamnit, and you're going to put out for us."
Gloria knew that what he was saying was true, and she also realized that the two men could do anything they wanted with her. There was no way of preventing it. She was going to pay for her shameful behavior over the past three months ... and pay tonight with these two sadistic bullies.
The big man sitting behind her on the bed grinned lewdly, and reaching downward with his right hand, he pushed her micro-mini dress up over her thighs. Quickly his thick fingers slid up between her naked loins, and he let out a groan of lust when he felt the soft warm flesh of her cunt. "Shit, Will, she had nothing on underneath that little dress ... she really came prepared to fuck!"
Gloria knew she was lost ... she even started to feel desire from the contact of his outstretched middle finger as it traced the outline of her pulsing hair-lined slit. She began to moan as he teased the hardening nub of her clitoris, and mentally cringed in shame as she realized she had involuntarily spread her legs to expose her pinkly glistening vaginal flesh.
From his vantage point, Will Knott saw the salacious sight of her nakedly inviting little cunt as he stepped in front of her. He licked his lips hungrily as he stared at the lust-invoking sight, and then without warning, reached down with his right hand and snatched the fabric of her dress in his big hairy hand. With one quick jerk, he ripped the flimsy fabric from her trembling body, leaving her sitting there completely naked except for her high-heeled shoes.
"Oh no," she gasped. "You've ruined it."
"I told you to take it off when I left you here, bitch. You should have done what I said." Will's face was contorted now with a sadistic anger.
"You bastard, I would've taken it off!" Gloria was furious. How dare he think he could get by with tearing her clothes off? Unthinkingly she reached out and clawed at his ugly face with her fingernails, leaving long, thin trickles of blood on his cheeks.
"Why, you little slut!" His hand drew back and he slapped her viciously across the face, jolting her head backward and leaving red finger marks as he grabbed her by the arm and snatched her up out of Ken Glower's grasp.
"Hold it, Will," Ken roared, grabbing her back and pinning her arms at her sides, "she's right. You shouldn't have torn her dress."
Sullenly, Will let go her arm and stared at the other man, "Then you'd better get the cunt ready to fuck, or I'm going to leave you out of it."
"Okay-cool it...." Ken said as he easily shoved the protesting redheaded girl back onto the bed.
Once more Gloria struggled against the bear-like hug of Ken Glower, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his brute strength. Slowly, she felt herself being forced down full-length on the bed, and then Ken lowered his lewdly grinning face until his lips completely smothered hers and his tongue was moving like something alive in her mouth. He hugged her close, his rough, calloused hands hot and moving as they pressed into the full, fleshy cheeks of her naked buttocks, forcing her pelvis tighter up against him, grinding the throbbing bulge of his long, thick cock hard against the yielding softness of her belly. At the first touch of his hardened flesh, an unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor of excitment rippled through the helpless young redhead.
Something ... something absolutely impossible, was happening inside her. She was actually responding to this vile man! Gloria shivered as wild little tremors of excitement assaulted her defenseless body. Although she desperately resisted him, her mouth gave way to the rape of his tongue and she sensed herself going limp against him as he forced her easily back onto the mattress again. His hands now moved boldly over her suddenly throbbing breasts, sending further unbelievably lewd shudders of excitement spiraling through her nakedly quivering body.
"Oh no ... no ... stop...." Gloria groaned, as he lifted his head to grin in lewd triumph down at her.
"Getting to you now, huh, bitch?" he hissed, his hands exploring her trembling flesh. "I bet your hot little cunt is burning up ... for good old Ken's long hard cock, eh?"
He moved his fingers downward to the satiny flesh of her upper thigh, then tantalizingly worked his way up again closer ... ever closer to her wetly throbbing cunt passage.
"Baby ... oh, you luscious bitch," Ken babbled, devouring her sensual body as she lay stretched out helplessly beneath him. His hands caressed her sleek inner thighs, moving higher with each stroke, until he let his fingers brush the very peak of her cringing little cunt. Groaning in a torment of lust, he pressed his fingers in against the golden, fleece-covered lips of her hotly pulsating pussy.
Gloria groaned and jerked at the slight brushing touch against her sensitive vaginal flesh, her brain desperately fighting to seize control from her traitorously aroused body. Through all of her struggle, though, she realized with a real sense of despair that she actually wanted this brute of a man to fuck her ... to stick his hard virile cock up into her defenseless belly and ease the tortured need between her legs.
"Ooohhh," she moaned in undisguised pleasure as she felt Ken's outstretched middle finger finally inserting its way between her hotly trembling cunt lips.
"Goddamnit, Ken," their wild-looking host expostulated, "get on with it ... fuck her now, or I'm gonna knock the shit out of you. I'm dying."
Ken and Gloria both turned to stare at the now naked older man whose hand was stroking obscenely up and down on his huge pulsating cock.
"Okay ... okay...." Ken said, impatiently. "You never did like to prepare a cunt, did you? You just like to ram it to her."
Gloria shuddered in fear and repulsion as she watched Ken undress, tearing the clothes from his burly body, and then she gasped, as she saw his long, hard penis jerking like a second heart. Oh God, she thought, he'll kill me. But, I bet it'll feel good ... sooo biggg ... so long and hard. She didn't want to respond, but her errant mind had been overruled by her body, and she was completely helpless against her own hungering need.
Ken lay nakedly down beside her and quickly embedded his thick middle finger again in her wetly throbbing cunt. Suddenly, she felt her vaginal muscles spasming in traitorous eagerness, and almost frantically she pressed her thighs tightly together to try and ease the maddening sensations which were rippling outward from her sensually awakened pussy and threatening to engulf her entire body.
She moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and rapidly growing sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins trembling with lust as they jerked up and against his lewdly probing finger.
Slowly, relishing every second, Ken climbed further up on the bed and knelt over her wantonly writhing figure. Gloria felt the throbbing center of her vagina, welling up from the unwanted arousal that now filled her whole consciousness. She clenched her teeth to hold back another groan of pleasure as she felt the burly man guide his warmly pulsing penis to her wide split vaginal opening.
Ken's voice hit her ears with a jolt as he fell on top of her, blowing his hot breath against the tender flesh of her breasts. "You're going to love this fucking, baby."
Nudging her legs still farther apart with his knees, Glower flicked his hips forcefully and thrust his long, thick cock into her wide-stretched cunt opening, slamming through the tender pink flesh like an axe handle being driven up into her belly.
"Aaaaggghhh ... oh no, you're too big," Gloria gasped in pain as she felt him stab into her all the way inside to the tip of her cervix, brutally lunging forward until his thickly pulsating hardness was buried to the hilt and his sperm-swollen balls swinging against her quivering anal crevice.
"Oh shit ... it's so tight...." he muttered, feeling her tightly clasping vaginal walls closing in around his sensitive cockhead.
"Oh no ... you're hurting me ... take it easy...." Gloria moaned.
"All you need is a little stretching, baby," Ken told her heartlessly, lying above her and looking down with sadistic pleasure into her pained young face. "Bet you never had one this big stuffed up inside that tight little cunt of yours before," he bragged.
Gloria lay unmoving beneath him, preparing herself for the onslaught of cruelty that she was sure would come soon, for there was no gentility in this brute of a man as he rammed violently in and out of her painfully stretched vagina, burying his lust-thickened penis far up into her belly again and again.
With a sigh of relief, Gloria felt her natural lubrication taking over, and the elastic flesh of her vagina began to adjust to the awesome size of the older man as he mercilessly fucked his long, hard cock into her with a vengeance.
When Ken felt her nakedly abused body beginning to relax beneath him, he knew immediately that this hot little bitch whom he had been lusting after for months was starting to respond to his experienced rod of flesh.
And responding she was, for the very idea of being raped so brutally and unfeelingly by a virtual stranger was suddenly very sexually exciting in itself, and Gloria found that her emotion-wracked mind was filled now with erotically stimulating images and thoughts which she could not drive away, no matter how hard she tried.
Her naked young body completely enveloped in the pleasurable sensations building up in her passion-crazed body, Gloria was unaware of Will Knott's movements. Now she was undulating her hips up to meet every thrust of Ken's long throbbing cock, meeting his violence with her own.
"Turn her over," Will groaned, his hands pulling at the nakedly writhing redhead's ankles. "Hurry goddamnit, while her motor's still running."
Gloria heard the words, but they didn't penetrate her lust-filled mind until Ken clamped his arms around her shoulders and rolled over on his back, bringing her facedown in an obscene kneeling position on top of him.
"What are you doing," she gasped uncertainly, turning to stare in puzzlement at the desire-twisted face of Will Knott.
Will's warm perspiring hands grabbed her nakedly rounded asscheeks and pulled them apart-as if he were splitting a bun-and a flash of sadistic lust filled his eyes. "I'm going to fuck you in your sweet little asshole, baby," he growled, his eyes glued to the tightly puckering ring of her anus. "You'll love it."
"Oh God, no," Gloria wailed in new despair, struggling against the imprisoning hold of Ken Glower's arms locked around her waist, and his huge cock that was driven like a railway spike up between her widespread white thighs.
"No! No!" she screamed. "No one has ever done that...." She began fighting with ail her strength, and the uneven struggle lasted for almost a minute until Ken merely tightened his arms in a bear hug that drove all the breath out of her futilely resisting body.
"That's enough of that shit," he said. "Now be a good girl, or else...." He squeezed so hard that Gloria thought she would faint.
Gradually the realization came to the young wife that she had nothing to say about what the two brutal men would do to her, and she collapsed, sobbing, against Ken's chest, her naked young buttocks quivering up in the air behind her in shame and humiliation. She made one last plea, "Please ... no one has ever...."
"Good! That's even better than I expected. Very few virgins left ... and I especially enjoy asshole virgins when they're snotty little bitches like you," the host of the party chortled unfeelingly. He slowly took his right hand away from her fearfully quivering buttocks and extended his thick middle finger, using his thumb to hold the other fingers in a tight fist. Leering down at the tearfully cowering woman, he slowly ran his finger through the slick cunt moisture that had flowed down the redhead's wetly smeared thighs. Gloria cringed downward against Ken's chest-causing his hotly throbbing cock to dig deeper up into her cunt-as she clenched her buttocks together in a futile effort to escape the unnatural ravishment.
"Goddamn, Will," Glower roared from below, "Hurry up. It feels like her cunt's trying to bite the head off my prick."
Gloria tensed as Knott's searching fingertip found her defensively puckering anus. Probing experimentally, he pushed, feeling the tight elastic ring of her sphincter muscle give way, and his finger slide up to the first knuckle into her hot anal passage. The naked young redhead jumped in pain, causing her loins to jerk forward and down, screwing into the long impaling hardness of the other man's penis lodged in her cunt.
"Aaaggghh! Oh God, it hurts ... oh don't ... please don't!" she screamed.
Grinning determinedly, Will shoved again and his outstretched middle finger wormed into the tightly puckering sponginess of her rectum to the second knuckle.
"Ooooooh ... noooo ... ooohhh ... no more!" Gloria pleaded piteously as she lunged forward again in an effort to escape the ravishing finger, only to find herself impaled even more deeply on Ken's lust-hardened shaft. In defense, she clenched her buttocks together as tightly as possible.
Ken Glower rolled his eyes around and groaned, "Jesus man, she's going to make me cum if you don't hurry."
No longer smiling, Knott pushed down with all his strength, and his middle finger slid through the tight anal opening, going up into her cringing rectal depths until the palm of his hand was pressed tight against the rounded smoothness of her trembling asscheeks.
Gloria groaned continuously as he mercilessly scoured her rectum, using first one finger then two, widening and preparing it for his massively hardened cock which he was stroking into blood-filled readiness with his left hand.
Then, unable to wait any longer, he -edged up between the cowering redhead's legs, and then removed his rapacious fingers with a lewd slurping sound. A second later, he guided the thick pulsating tip of his penis toward her tiny anal opening. He wasted no time in pushing forward his straining muscular hips, watching in glee as the puckering anal ring stretched, stretched and then popped open to allow his mushroom-shaped cockhead to slide up inside her orifice.
"Aaaggghh! God! You're killing mmmeee." Gloria screamed in agony as the rock-hard instrument of male flesh speared relentlessly through her tightly twitching anus and rammed its way-inch by murderous inch-up into her cringing belly from behind.
Will Knott's lust-twisted face had an expression of pleasure on it as a moaning Gloria nakedly jerked beneath him, trying to throw him off as his penis slowly snaked its rigid way into her warm rubbery anus. The young housewife's frantic movements only made things worse for her, because with each buck of her body, Will's long, hard cock skewered even deeper up into her ravaged rectum.
"Gaaaa-hhaaddd!" she gasped out her last pitiful protest as her anal muscles were unable to retain their desperate grip any longer, and Will Knott's monstrously throbbing shaft of flesh slipped without further resistance into the forbidden depths of her rectal passage. "O-oo-hh! Oh God! No! I can't bear it ... the pain...."
"Jesus," Knott breathed through tightly clenched teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head, "this has just got to be the tightest little asshole I've had in my life. I'm afraid to move."
Gloria lay face down sandwiched between the two naked men, sobbing in pain and humiliation at their cruel debasement, powerless to move either up or down without having a thick skewering cock pushing even deeper into one of her cavities. She had never felt so helpless, so abused in all her life. And yet, even as she was formulating that thought, she could sense some indefinable change within her body ... something ... it couldn't be pleasure or excitement, it just couldn't.
The two burly friends gazed in lewd satisfaction at each other over the top of her lush young body. Then as if by some silent signal, both men began thrusting with long hard strokes into her defenseless little pussy and rectum as she moaned out her feeble protest to the lewd impalement, "Oh ... aaaggghh ... oh no...."
Within a few seconds, they had established a natural rhythm, one which found them both converging on her body at the same time, buffeting it with sadistic thrusts as though trying to rip her apart. Their wetly glistening cocks rammed in, sawed out, slamming against each other on the inward strokes, with only the thin membrane separating her vaginal cavity from her horribly stretched rectum.
"Shit Ken, you should see the view from here!" Will crowed, "What a sweet little ass! So round! So firm. So fully packed at the moment!" He laughed with lewd delight as he skewered his plunging penis into Gloria's forever stretched anus. The two men could feel their cocks sawing back and forth against each other, and it drove them on to faster plunges into the inner depths of her tortured body.
"Oh God ... oh God ... oh God...." Gloria groaned at this desperate fucking of her vagina and rectum.
The hurt was slowly diminishing now as the natural secretions from the interior of her violated body began to flow, lubricating the torturously stretched and expanded walls of her misused anal passage.
Gradually as the pain dissipated, the lewdly impaled redhead sensed a strange sexual stimulation, an unusual warmth that spread in her loins. Abruptly, she recognized the feeling for what it was: A masochistic joy in her lewd subjugation, in being raped and sodomized-treated like some animal, some common whore. She moaned as the overpowering sensations of that pulsating hardness in her ravaged anus blotted out all reason.
It came as a horrible shock to the nakedly kneeling young wife to realize that she was moving in time with the man behind her, countering his every thrust, lunging eagerly backward to meet his lust-thickened shaft, undulating her hips to increase the pleasurable sensations. Suddenly, as the tide of erotic pleasure washed over her, she wanted nothing more than that this depraved fucking go on and on ... to completion ... her lust-crazed mind accepting the fact that her body had taken over and had betrayed her, that she could and would cum this way.
Will Knott gloated, "Goddamn, the bitch loves it! Look at her wiggle that little ass ... look, Ken."
Gloria knew her degradation was complete now, she had fallen just about as low as she possibly could. As she began enjoying the dual ravishment of her wildly undulating body, she began to chant with a lust-hungry voice, "Fuck me ... oh shit ... fuck me in the asshole, fuck me in my cunt ... fuck me ... fuck me...."
"Goddamnit ... oh shit," she heard the ugly man beneath her moan, "I'm about to blow my load ... she's nibbling at my cock like a fish trying to steal .bait."
"Ooooohh ... aaaggghh ... good ... God, it feels so good...." Gloria tried to fight the overpowering sensations enveloping her writhing body, but she was caught in a turbulent storm of heated passion as the two penises fucked in and out of her cunt and rectum at the same time. She was wedged between the two male bodies, and she was wild with a newfound pleasure she had never realized existed before.
It could have been from the sheer obscenity of her position or the fact that she was being fucked half to death by the two crude men who were sandwiching her, but she felt that she was about to reach a never before attained peak of ecstasy that would change her entire life.
Gloria was screaming out her exhortations to be fucked harder and deeper when she realized that someone else had entered the bedroom. Lifting her lust-slitted eyes to see who it was, she felt a chill of horror which froze her entire body into immobility between the two men.
"Oh my God...." she groaned, attempting to pull away from Will and Ken.
The man who came into the room was no one she'd ever seen before, but his lust-twisted mouth frightened her, even though she wasn't sure why.
The hotly sandwiched redhead momentarily cringed away from him as he stood staring almost mesmerized at the spearing cocks ramming into her. Abruptly, she dismissed him, not wanting to stop the beautiful rhythm she was enjoying with Will and Ken.
Gloria had begun her wild fucking again when she saw the strange man yank off his pants and shorts and toss them to the floor uncaringly. Her eyes glued to his short fat cock standing rigidly out from his wiry black pubic hair.
"Suck my cock ... suck it, you bitch," the man whispered lewdly to her, his voice choking with desire as he lowered his angrily jerking penis until it was even with her passionately opened lips.
"Oh God, no ... no ... I won't!" Gloria cried out, not willing to sink that low with a complete stranger. It was then she felt the first pangs of an overpowering anguish and bitterness at what was happening to her. Instead of the beautiful sex she had had with her husband, she was being treated like a whore ... used and abused.
Abruptly, the erotic sensations quickened deep in the hidden recesses of her vaginal and anal passages. She felt the ripples of excitement and recognized that she was close to orgasm. Now she wanted to get it over with ... end this debauching act and run away and hide. But no matter what, she just couldn't bring herself to open her lips to this stranger's lust-hardened cock seeking to defile her mouth.
"Suck it," the man said, grabbing her flailing red hair.
"No! I can't ... please don't make me do that, too," she pleaded as she tried to turn her head away from the lewd sight of his huge red blood-filled penis.
Without warning, the stranger viciously slapped her hard across the cheek and hissed, "Suck it, you fucking bitch."
In spite of her fear and humiliation, all resistance gave way to the inexorably rising tide of the orgasm she felt building somewhere deep in her tightening belly. She was lost, lost, lost ... and besides, it really didn't matter anymore her confused mind kept repeating in rhythm to the savagely ramming cocks filling her desire-ridden cunt, while the friction against her clitoris blanked out her sensibilities, and her forever-stretched anus throbbed with pleasure. Oh God! She deserved whatever further shame and degradation could be heaped upon her lewdly responding body.
With a groan of utter defeat and total submission to this orgiastic fucking, she reluctantly ovaled her lips to encircle the sperm-wet tip of the stranger's penis, choking back her sobs of abject sexual subjugation.
Not waiting for her to open her mouth fully, the man entangled his fingers tighter into her disheveled red hair and roughly jerked her lovely face forward, thrusting his cock deep between her teeth ... ramming it into the warm depths of her throat with one merciless stroke until she was gagging and fighting to keep from suffocating on his menacing thickness. Then with a loud groan of delight, he began sadistically fucking in and out of her wetly rounded lips, feeling the hotness of her saliva swirling around his sensitive cockhead and watching her cheeks hollow and stretch with each lewd in-and-out movement, "Suck it good, bitch. Use your tongue on it," he rasped, as her laving mouth tightened convulsively with each thrust of the other men's cocks fucking up into her vagina from below and into her rectum from behind.
Gloria heard the command and began noisily sucking at his stubby cock, sending rippling thrills straight into her ravished anus. Even this was not bad now; all her barriers were down, and there was no resistance left in her cock-filled young body.
She mumbled incoherent sounds of pleasure around the hotly pulsating penis in her mouth and jerked her trembling knees spasmodically around Ken Glower's hips as he fucked up into her from below while Will's thick, bulging cock skewered into her assaulted anus. Now the wantonly writhing young wife was moaning continuously, knowing that she was headed for the final explosion deep in her loins.
Ken turned his face toward the strange male, grinning obscenely at the salacious sight of the thick rod of flesh slipping wetly in and out of the kneeling redhead's tightly ovaled lips.
"Attaboy," he panted as he continued pistoning his own penis deep up into her wildly gyrating pussy. "Make her do what you want to do. Force is what all whores like ... they need to be ordered around."
Will smiled in comradeship at the lust-contorted face of the man who was slamming his cock into the lewdly sucking young woman's ovaled mouth, and after a second the expression on the man's face softened and the three men grinned in acknowledgment.
Gloria was lost in a tumultous sea of rapture as she felt her climax starting deep inside her frantically quivering belly, and her already wildly thrashing body began bucking with insane force between the two mercilessly impaling shafts. She felt the stranger fucking her mouth, using her tightly compressed lips as if they were just another vagina, and then she realized that his thick, pulsating cock was suddenly expanding ... expanding like something about to explode.
"Slam it to her together, now," Will roared. "She's getting ready to come undone at the seams." He gasped and grunted, buried in the depths of her clutching rectum. And so am I, he thought, as the hot churning gushes of semen began to spew up from his swollen balls.
Gloria felt all three quicken their thrusts to hard and deep strokes, as her shamelessly aroused body thrashed whorishly and uncaring between them. They groaned and grunted, their lust-constricted voices mingling as they all reached their overpowering orgasms.
Her breasts were dancing beneath her kneeling body as she wantonly writhed in ecstatic joy. And then, suddenly, she was shivering and shaking uncontrollably between the two sandwiching male bodies ploughing mercilessly into her, while the stranger whose name she did not know fucked in and out of her mouth.
"Oh God ... Oh God! I'm c-cuuummming ... c-cuuuuummmmmming. Fuck me ... I'M CCUUUUMMMING," she spluttered around the thick, fleshy penis pumping into her throat.
Her moistly pulsating little cunt opened up around Ken Glower's long hard cock slamming up into her from below, warm gushes of her vaginal secretions flooding around the rapidly pistoning penis as it thrust faster, digging deeper ... deeper up into her quivering belly. She jerked convulsively several times, the lips of her tight little pussy working and sucking at the exploding cockhead as though trying to absorb the life from it.
Ken choked and gasped, "It's all yours, baby," as he splattered his thick white cum high up into her churning womb.
Gloria's breath came in short, desperate gasps as she felt the stranger's warm shooting sperm filling her mouth, her cheeks expanding and hollowing in succession as she swallowed the flooding jets of tangy cum that gushed from his burgeoning penis.
The tight muscular ring inside her plundered anus spasmed at the same time around Will Knott's wildly jerking cock, and he rammed forward once more, embedding his hardness in the hot little hole between her trembling asscheeks.
"Aaaggghhhh ... shit ... oh you fucking bitch ... I'm ccumming ... I'm cccuuummming," their host growled through bared teeth as his climax overcame him, contorting his body into an uncontrollable bent-over position. He pressed tightly against her soft, warm buttocks and held his cock high up inside her devastated anal passage while his sperm erupted from the tiny slit at the end of his jerking cock.
Gloria continued to lurch and toss her pinned-down body as she felt the second ... and then the third orgasm hit her almost unconscious body, ranting meaningless words of passion as she felt the virile shafts of male flesh deflating and wilting inside her.
The stranger's fat, stubby penis pulled from her tightly ovaled mouth, and then, Ken's depleted cock withdrew from her overflowing cunt. Will Knott hung suspended above her, his still jerking rod of flesh sliding softly from her forever-stretched anus with a slight pop, followed by a stream of his thick white cum as it flowed out between her reddened buttocks down the inside of her wearily shaking thighs, mingling with her own warm cunt secretions.
Just as Gloria's battered, satiated body collapsed to the bed beneath her she heard the sound of the door closing. She was unaware of the man standing just inside the room who had entered the slightly opened door during her shrieking climaxes, and now silently waited, his face a mask of hate and stunned disbelief.
And then, from deep in her almost unconscious mind, Gloria heard the voice of doom which seemed to have come straight from out of her own guilty conscience.
"You fucking bitch ... you dirty whore...." her husband raved, unable to control his anger. "You loved it ... you need three men to keep you happy ... sucking a stranger's cock ... and fucking two men at the same time ... sodomy! Anal sex! Goddamn you! I've never even done that to you!"
The realization that Martin was insane with fury shocked the naked young wife into full awareness. Gloria lifted her head from Ken Glower's chest and brushed her disheveled red hair out of her eyes. She peered at him uncertainly.
"Darling ... please ... I didn't want to ... I didn't...." she gasped, and then abruptly tears were filling her eyes and flowing down her cheeks. Deep sobs shook her shamefully naked body. "I didn't want to ...."
"You're nothing but a slut ... a street-walking slut!" Martin stood with feet planted wide apart, his arm straight out in front of him with his outstretched middle finger pointing at her tearfully contorted face, "You disgust me ... you like it ... I heard you. You wanted every bit of it ... I saw everything you were doing. And you loved it. One man isn't enough for you!"
"But ... but you were in the bedroom with two women. I saw you ... I didn't want to do it ... they made me!"
"You lying bitch, that's not what I saw ... you were begging them to fuck you."
The three men were carelessly lying across the bed, staring contemptuously at the outraged young husband, not caring what he planned to do with her now that they had finished with her. But Martin ignored all three of them as though they were not even there. Slowly, his shoulders slumped, and he turned to leave the room.
"Wait, darling ... please," Gloria cried out trying to struggle off the bed. "Let me come with you ... I love you....
Turning slowly, the angry young husband faced her, and rasped out, "I don't want you to come with me. Stay here ... and act the whore. I don't care. I'm leaving you. Maybe I can find a woman who will be satisfied with just one man."
"You're not being fair," she accused him. "You wanted to do it! You wanted other women, too! You're the one who started it!"
Martin shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "No matter ... it doesn't matter anymore." Moving to the door he stepped into the hall and went quickly to the nearest exit where he walked outside into the fresh air, hoping that somewhere he could find the sanity he'd left behind three months before.