Chapter 9
"Come here, Kelly," said Ted Alexander, his eyes gleaming with a full view of the naked young housewife.
Kelly had stood up from the sofa, having caught her captors a little bit by surprise. She was backing toward the hallway that led to the front door. "Keep away," she said, "or I'll scream!"
Tentatively, more worried that Marty Kips would come angrily from upstairs, Ted approached Kelly Neal. "You come here quietly," he said, "or I'm gonna have to hurt you. Ya understand?"
"N-No," said the slightly battered young bride, her face a contorted picture of fear and abused lust. "I d-don't want to!" Her lips were trembling and her face was a crimson red.
Just then Ted Alexander lept upon her, grabbing her by the arm before she could escape his reach. She struggled and whimpered as he pulled her wriggling naked body back into the living room. Link Kurtis stood by ready to aid in subduing her, and before she knew it, Kelly Neal was once again held stretched and spread-eagle between the two men. They held her naked and vulnerable and defenseless on the living room floor.
"What the hell we gonna do?" asked Ted, half-scolding himself for even thinking that he might get a decent answer from the dumbbell, Link Kurtis. He looked down at the lewdly splayed lips of Kelly Neal's puckering moist vagina. "She might be trying to escape, but her cunt looks like it wants to be fucked! Check it out, Link."
Link leaned over Kelly's trembling naked thighs and nearly pressed his face into position against the defensively puckering gash. Kelly was trying her best to squeeze her pussy closed, almost as if she really thought she had a chance of denying the two men access to the hot little tunnel between her legs.
"Please don't," she begged desperately as the bigger of the two men, Link, reached in with one hand and began pressing his fingers against her swollen, involuntarily aroused pussy lips. "I-I don't want you to d-do that," she stammered hopefully.
Link jammed his thumb up into the tight wet corridor of Kelly's cunt. She arched her smooth belly and pressed her well-rounded buttocks downwards into the carpet underneath her, wriggling away like an impaled worm, stuck as she was by the big grinding thumb in her vagina.
"Noooh," she moaned pitiably as Link added yet another finger to his massage action.
"She's as slippery as an oil slick, man!" he exclaimed under his breath to Ted Alexander. "We got to use her, man. We got to use and abuse her right away!"
"Yes we do," boomed Marty Kips from the stairway. He stood naked and eyeing the scene in the living room. Apparently, he'd finished fucking Susan Potter, who stood tremblingly behind him on the staircase, and how he was ready to tame the young housewife herself. "I think Link is a little smarter than we give him credit for," said the gang leader as he nakedly approached the place in the living room where the two men held Kelly Neal captive on the floor. "I think we ought to introduce Mrs. Neal to one of life's rare pleasures, don't you think so, Ted? Wha' ya say we all get completely naked and show Mrs. Neal what real sex is all about, eh?"
"Oooh, yeah," hissed Ted, "I think she's ready to learn how to play with the big kids now . . . " He let loose of Kelly's ankles, and Link removed his thumb from the confines of her pussy.
She was, suddenly, completely free. At least no one was holding onto her hands and her ankles. She sat up and backed off against the sofa behind her. But even though no one held her by the limbs, she was now completely surrounded by the three naked men. And behind them, like some sort of supervisor, was Susan Potter, also naked, also watching.. . watching and waiting. . .
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" she squealed in sudden desperation at the naked men. "Please . . . Noooo . . . Please.. . ? " Slowly but surely they were coming towards her. Marty Kips was massaging his penis, rubbing it, and Link was actually tugging on his own cock. Ted Alexander was the first one to reach for her, pulling her up off the floor and into his arms and forcing a kiss upon her. Even as she wriggled and groaned in his arms, she could feel behind her a pair of hands clutching the cheeks of her ass, kneading the resiliently smooth flesh of her well-rounded buttocks.
"Stop that," she snapped angrily, defensively, as the hands continued to knead her supple buttocks, and before she could resist him, Ted had grabbed her up against his mouth again, running his thick hungrily seeking lips against the warm deep hollow of her smooth hot neck. He held her against his body, crushing her fully voluptuous womanly breasts against his naked chest.
"Honey, why don't you slow down some and enjoy yourself," said Marty Kips, speaking almost directly in her ear in a sadistic whisper. "It's gonna happen whether you like it or not, you know? It's gonna happen.. . ! "
She felt her body being turned and twisted, like a pig on a skewer, and she was being picked up and turned sideways. It was Link and he'd grabbed her by the ankles. The whole living room was turning and twisting sideways, wrapping around itself, and she ended up dizzily on her back again. "Noooo," she moaned as a pair of hands clutched at her thighs and drew her long, lithe legs apart and open.
"Yeah," said a voice, "look at her cunt now!" She thought it was Link again, but things were blurry and she could hardly tell who was doing what. The fingers worked around the cheeks of her ass, folded into her hot slick naked loins and something pushed punishingly and quickly in one long smooth thrust up into the depths of her wetly seething vagina. Against her will, she found herself giving forth with an involuntary sight of pleasure, as if she'd been longing for that single deep-thrusting fist-like punch in the cunt for a long long time.
"Oooooh," she sobbed, opening her eyes wide and discovering herself on her belly, face down on one of the men's bodies. She realized instantly that it was Link Kurtis, that he was beneath her just now and that the fist which worked into her cunt wasn't a fist any more but a long hard cock.
Everything was happening so fast that Kelly could hardly believe it. It was as if all of her resistance had been knocked down at once, the way a hurricane levels a small town in a matter of seconds, and she found herself writhing worm-like on a huge erection, a stiff skewering cock that jammed upwards and grinded against the smooth satiny inner flesh of her flexing vagina.
"Wh-Wh-What? What are you doing?" she asked the big man who rode upwards with his hips from under her. "What are you doing to me?" She was like the punch-drunk boxer who fights but no longer knows why. Her body rolled left and right as she pondered her situation, realizing that she was being violated, not understanding why, perplexed by her body's traitorous responses. Somehow they'd rolled her off of her back a moment before, and now she was being penetrated from below . . . penetrated from below . . . penetrated from.. . !
"Oooooh, God," she cried out, suddenly startled into the consciousness from which she'd slipped a few moments before, "stop! No! Stop!"
She arched her back and pressed upwards with her hands on Link's big muscular shoulders, hoping that she could lever herself off of his upwardly swinging hips. No matter how she attempted to move, though, there seemed to be something pressing her from behind, keeping her in this desperate, humiliating circumstance.
She craned her neck backwards, and then she realized what was going on. Marty Kips and Ted Alexander sat on either side of her body holding her down, pressing on the backs of her thighs and on her white, defensive buttocks, keeping her vagina flush with the pelvis of the man under her.
"Oooh," whimpered Kelly, unable to understand why they were forcing her this way, "please . . . stop . . . I don't want you to . . . I don't like it.. . "
"Now, now," Marty snickered, "tell the truth. You love it, don't you? You just love it!" And with a resounding clap, he smacked his open palm at her left buttock, slapping it in a loud cracking spank!
"Iiiieeeehh," moaned the young housewife, hurt and pained by the humiliating slap to her naked ass-cheek, "please . . . no more!"
"She loves it," said Ted. "Who'd have thought?! " And he, too, opened his hand and smacked Kelly's tender white bottom cheek with a resounding slap!
"Ahhhhiiiieee," she cried out, the tears of subjugation and humiliation rising up in her eyes and overflowing so that she could no longer stand it. "Pleeeeaassseee," she begged in a long, tearful wail, still growing more and more conscious of the impaling thickness that drove upwards in her wriggling hot wet pussy tunnel. "Noooo more! Please!"
"Ah, can it," said Marty Kips. "We're not only gonna give you more, honey, but something you ain't never had before! Come here, Susan, and help out some!"
He turned to Susan Potter who was watching the debacle of her friend's physical violation with mixed feelings. On the one hand, Susan felt that Kelly was being terribly violated. But on the other, she thought that perhaps the young bride might have enjoyed things just a little more, considering, that is, that there was no way of avoiding the three gangsters. "What do you want me to do?" she asked Marty.
"I want you to lick her out some," said Marty Kips. "On your hands and knees--here!" He pointed to the space between the backs of Kelly's legs.
In that narrow area Susan Potter could see the stalk of Link's broadly stiffened penis skewering upwards between Kelly Neal's outwardly stretched moist cuntal lips. The long hard-ridged shank of his driving column of cock flesh was enveloped in the moist folds of labia and interior pussy sheath as it drilled up and down visibly. Just above, puckering angrily and defensively, Kelly Neal's virginal anus winked and circularly contracted from time to time in a devilishly tempting rhythm that matched the penetration of her vagina. Ted Alexander held the two white buttocks wide spread so as to make the young housewife's cunt and everything else completely open to view.
"Please, I'd rather not do that," said Susan Potter to Marty Kips. "I think she's getting enough stimulation right now-"
"Who asked you how you felt about it?" said Marty quickly, and his hand came plowing across her face in a quick, sharp smack to her right cheek. Before she'd recovered from the blow to her face, she was being forced on hands and knees into the narrow hot wet space between the backs of Kelly's thighs, into the space where that thick stalk of cock flesh was working up and down in Kelly's pussy. "Start licking," Marty Kips ordered from above, holding Susan Potter in place by the nape of the neck. "Just work your way up and down in there . . . make it all wet. . . and I do mean everything, honey . . . starting right now!" He manipulated her face so that she was forced to move up and down between Kelly's legs. "Use your tongue, sweetheart, and when I see you're doing a good job, I'll tell you to stop . . ! Get to it, now . . ! Lick her out!"
Kelly felt the effects of the slippery tongue darting around in her behind and along her labia almost immediately. It was like something soft and feathery wet had suddenly been added to the cruel violating forces of the drilling hardness that filled and pumped her pussy. It was wet and slippery, and she knew with an unwanted shudder as she was forced to continue humping up and down on Link's prick, that whether she intended to or not, she was beginning to enjoy the effects of so much sexual stimulation.
"Aieeeehhh," she moaned when she felt something wet and pressing around the tender, virginal area of her anus, "what are you doing there? Stop that? Wha--? "
"She's so stupid," said Marty Kips. "I'm gonna give her something she'll understand!" He yanked Susan Potter away from the backs of Kelly's legs and climbed between the long nakedly trembling legs himself. He looked down at the site of penetration and reveled in the spectacle of the young girl's openly vulnerable sphincter. "Leave go," he told Ted Alexander. "I don't need you holding her open any more."
He put two hands on Kelly's full round buttocks and squeezed the buttery soft flesh of her bottom. Then he opened and closed and opened again the crack of her ass, the last time taking special note of the way her wet and glistening anus shined and beckoned to him.
"You virgin here honey?" he asked Kelly with a grunt.
"Wh-What?" she stammered, turning her fear-contorted sobbing face toward him, twisting around to look at him kneeling between her legs behind her. "Wh-Where?"
He jammed a finger against the outside of her sphincter. "Here, of course. You virgin?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" she said. "Why I would never think of-"
"Turn around," he said. "And shut up." He took hold of her neck with one hand and forced her downwards against the man below, shoving her face against his. "I don't want to have to think about you while I do this, honey. Just hold still!"
He slipped his finger up against the entrance to her anus and for a moment fondled lightly the little puckering rubbery orifice. He diddled it with the tip of his index finger, lightly pressing the housewife's little white and pink anus, and then, suddenly, using the glistening wetness around the asshole for lubrication, shoved his finger into her rectum.
"Ahhhhgggghhhh," she groaned, bucking forward to attempt to escape the incredible pressure and ache that instantaneously took her breath away and filled her bowels with the strangest most awkward sensation she'd ever known. "Whaaaaa?" she cried out in utter and total disbelief.
"Yeah," groaned Marty Kips, feeling around inside her long smooth rectum with his one penetrating finger, as if he were giving that muscular little tube an expert inspection. "I think she's gonna be okay, guys! Sure feels like it, too!"
He could feel Ted's hard cock stiffly driving from the other side, pressing into the depths of Kelly's pussy. "Keep up the good work," he told the man underneath the violated and terrified housewife. He pulled his finger out of her anus with a wet clicking noise and watched the little orifice tightened up like a clam, closing and rolling shut upon itself.
"Ahhhh, God," moaned Kelly, able to breathe for the first time in what seemed like centuries. The stiff probing finger had been the straw that broke the camel's back, having come into her body so unexpectedly that she felt for sure she'd been momentarily unconscious. Now all of her attention was focused on the relief she felt. And then she realized that her body was still being penetrated from underneath, that the steady rhythmic humping of the man below had never ceased! His cock remained pinned upwards inside her wetly undulating pussy, and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. No matter which way she rolled her hips or wiggled her shoulders, someone caught hold of her and returned her to the original position: downright and pumping on Link's hard-jutting, erect cock!
"Uuuhhhhh, Ga-wd!" she cried helplessly against the impalement. "He's killing meeeee!"
"You ain't even half-dead," grunted Marty Kips. "Wait till you get some of what I got in store for you!" He was massaging his hot thick cock and looking longingly at Kelly's virgin little asshole. "I got something in mind for you, baby, that you'll never ever forget! Oooh, yeah, it's gonna be good, oh sooo real good-and GOOD, OH SO GOOD!! "