Chapter 4
"Either of you boys wanna nice fat welcoming kiss from our friendly little hostess? Eh?" Marty smacked hips lips and and chuckled mercilessly as he gazed upon Kelly Neal's voluptuous nakedness. "She's real hot and ready! Aren't ya, Kelly?! ! "
The naked young housewife's voice quivered with fright and supplication as she stammered, "P-Please don't? I-I'll do anything you say . . . anything! B-But please? No more sss-"
"-No more SEX?" asked Marty. "Anything? But no more sex? Mrs. Neal! I'm surprised at you! A good hot-blooded suburban pussy like yourself asking upstanding-and I do mean upstanding!-American males like us to spend an afternoon and forego sex?! Really, Mrs. Neal," he continued, leaning forward and speaking in mock confidentiality, "it's really not like you at all!" His whispering voice was full of harsh sarcasm. His eyes feasting on the fine round protrusions of her involuntarily puckering brown nipples and the excited reddened tips of the pips themselves, he railed against her. He watched her long smooth thighs become coated with goose flesh, the chills of fright or arousal or both, and his quick glance sucked up the sight of her tightly curled pubic hair between her comely loins. Trance-like, he told the men with him, "Come on ever here, Ted. Let's give Link a little look-see, shall we?"
The blonde, blue-eyed man named Ted stood up and came over to where Marty hovered above the trembling, naked young housewife. "What do you want to do boss?"
"Hold this little bitch and let Dumbell see what he can get from her. Just for kicks . . . "
"Why not!" said Ted Alexander, his own eyes hotly roving as he looked closely at the naked young housewife. She was shaking her head protestingly, futilely trying to object.
"Please," she begged, "I'll do anything you say! Please . . ? "
"Hold her good!" said Marty. "Get her arms!"
The blonde man took Kelly's hands in his own, and even though for a moment she wriggled and flailed, he was so much stronger than she that it only took him an instant to subdue her. He had her hands behind her head.
Down below, taking her feet, Marty spread her legs apart. The two of them together turned her sideways and carried her wiggling body onto the center of the living room floor. They settled down and held her stretched and spread-eagle.
"Come on," said Marty to Link Kurtis. "Don't you wanna have some fun with the little lady?"
"Yeah, sure, boss. But what should I do?" asked the big burly man, his hands sweaty with desire as he looked the lovely young woman up and down. Just the sight of her lusciously naked body, especially her large, creamy breasts with the pointy nipples and that little patch of scrubbed pubic hair around her pussy-it was so lewd to see her stretched, open and vulnerable . . ! It was making his penis get all hard just to think about it! There she was, ready and waiting for him, and the boss was just holding her there, offering her! Wow, it was too much to believe!
"Stop your slobbering," snarled Ted. "Get down and get something goin' with her. We don't want to hold her like this all day!"
Kelly Neal shook her head from side to side and could not believe what was happening. Just a moment before she'd been doing the morning dishes, and now . . . two men were holding her nakedly captive in her own living room . . . and a third was about to abuse her sexually! Oh, God, it was too much to understand! How could this be happening?! !
She opened her eyes for an instant and saw standing above her naked body the man called Link. He was rubbing the palm of his hand back and forth over a protuberant bulge in his crotch. He was actually fondling himself! And gloating at her nakedness! Didn't he know how ugly he looked? How awful? Oh, God, this must be a nightmare! It's not really happening to me. . . !
And whether it was a dream or reality, the next thing he did was pull down the zipper on his trousers. He was reaching inside and pulling out his penis! He had it in his hand and it was stiff and throbbing, and then he was pulling his pants undone all the way, undoing the belt and exposing his lust-tingling scrotum! It was like some sort of awful dirty movie! She could barely believe her eyes! The huge thrusting prick lept into view, its blue-veined hardness and angry red cap nearly overwhelming her senses!
"PLEEEEZZZEEE!" she screeched upon realizing what was about to happen. "Don't let him! Noooh!"
"Ha," chuckled Marty Kips mercilessly still holding Kelly's thighs spread spaced apart. "She's beginning to believe I mean business!! "
"Yeah," murmured Ted who held her hands by the wrists, staring and enjoying her naked youthful figure.
"Please," murmured the frantic housewife, whimpering with animalish intensity and groveling in the hopes that someone, anyone, might hear her story. "Please, don't let him touch me. Please. Really. I'll do anything. Just stop this! I don't want him to touch me. . . ! Really, I don't! Please. . . ? ! "
"Shut up," said Ted, the one who held her arms above her head. "I'm next!"
"Ooooh," she moaned pitiably. Then she looked back at the man who towered above her, manipulating his cock into a fully blood-thickened erection. The look on his face was one of total lascivious concentration. He held his head at a slight angle as he considered her, and he pumped with four fingers and his thumb the huge stiffness of his lust-hardened cock. Merely the sight of her naked body was enough to make him significantly aroused.
"What you gonna do, man?" asked Marty Kips. "Jack off?"
"I dunno," said Link Kurtis, his eyes dull, glossy, with a milky haze as he knelt beside Kelly without missing a single stroke at his red hard prick. "She's so beautiful!" With one hand he reached out and took hold of Kelly's breast, squeezing it tentatively while with the other hand continuously rubbing the spongy head and ridged thickness of his meaty penis. He was simultaneously pulling on his cock and kneading the resilient flesh of Kelly's creamy breast.
As he looked down between her long smooth thighs, his lust-glazed eyes filled with even more desire, and he drank in the tantalizing sight of her wide-spread loins. Without having been fondled, Kelly's pussy lips were puckered pink and spread. The moist folds of her labia were glistening wet and shiny with natural juices from the depths of her vagina! All of this was instantly visible, just from looking down between her legs into the hair-covered cleft between her quivering loins.
"Phew," he panted, still tugging on his stiff cock, "she's really nice.. . ! " He gave her breast an extra special squeeze, and he continued to jerk on his hotly throbbing member.
Kelly tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. She was so ashamed at being made to be vulnerable in this manner, in front of complete strangers. The feel of the big man's callused stubby fingers massaging her breast made her body feel violated and filthy, even though it was only her naked breast that was being manipulated and aroused. She thought she could hear him panting for breath above her, and fearful that she wouldn't be prepared for whatever heinous act he had in mind, she turned and looked up at him.
He was kneeling beside her, one hand holding her breast, his other hand and fingers wrapped tightly around his lust-heated prick. The tip of his penis was bulging hugely, and that spongy red surface looked like a ridged rocket about to explode. Suddenly, at just the moment when she was about to turn away again, a fine, needle-like spray of pre-seminal fluid came spurting out from the tiny slit in the head of his penis, and four quick squirts of hot juice arched upwards. Due to the angle of his tugging fingers, the sticky hot droplets landed on her smooth belly like human lava, molten and painfully searing!
"Oooooh!" cried Kelly sorrowfully, never having seen something so lecherous in all her life, not even with her own husband. "Stop! Please stop him!" Her voice was low and whiney, like a little girl being tortured.
"Stop him?! " boomed Marty Kips, sadistically enjoying every minute of this. "He's only just begun, honey! Besides, how do you think we can stop a man in his state of mind?! It would take a bulldozer to get him off of you now!"
She could feel Link's hand on her breast getting tighter, squeezing her that much harder, and when she dared to look back at him through the veil of tears pouring from her humiliated face, it was to see magnified before her the lust-contorted vision of a horribly depraved man masturbating himself into more and more arousal over her naked body. His hand was tightening and loosening around her breast, slowly but surely taking on a milking rhythm, and despite her best efforts and her fear of his fondling and his defiling, she found her breasts responding with no small degree of unwanted sensuousness and arousal. Her nipple was sticking up like a soldier at attention!
"Noooo!" she cried even more loudly now that she sensed the betrayal of her own flesh. "Pleeeeaaassseee. . . ! "
But they only smiled and looked down upon her innocent defilement as though it were the most natural undertaking possible. She looked sorrowfully from one to the other of them and her eyes landed finally on the man who knelt with his cock in hand, pumping furiously away. "Please.. . ? Won't you stop? Please. . . ? "
He stared back at her like she was some kind of TV set, something blaring softly in the distance with no real, life-like concern to him at all. He looked down the length of her writhing nakedness and considered something. It looked as though, with his quickly flying fingers rolling up and down his prick, that he was about to try something different. He started to lift his leg, and then he groaned lasciviously, unable to take the time, no longer capable of waiting.
"Iiiieeehhhaaahhhh," he grunted from deep in his throat, and his blue-veined thickness began to swell up even larger, and he looked from one to the other of the two men holding Kelly Neal on the carpeted living room floor and then down at the .young innocent housewife, especially at her breasts and her thighs, and he removed his hand from where he'd been squeezing her breast and began pumping wildly, holding both his testicles and his cock at the same time, his eyes bulging with desire as he gulped in the obscene sight of the young woman spread before him.
"Oooh, no," blurted Kelly, unable to stand the sight of him any more, and she tightly closed her eyes. But it wasn't in time. The man had begun to ejaculate, huge salvos of hot white semen shooting outwards and arching into the space above her writhing twisting hips and coming down on her smooth white pelvis in big splatting gobs that puddled here and there on her naked stomach, on her pubis, one on her breast, and another on her thigh, and the rest of the sticky wet semen dripped downwards off the spongy tip of his cock around his fingers and in little rivulets that eventually gushed downwards onto her hip.
"Ooooh, God," she moaned, incredulous that such depravity had taken the place of doing the morning dishes. "Ooooh, no more! Please! No more!" She shook her head from side to side, half-hysterical, half-incredulous that such a thing had really happened. But there was no denying the feel of the hot sticky wads of semen which quickly began to congeal on her flushed naked skin.
"Oooh . . . boss . . . thanks," moaned Link. "She's pretty, boss. That was nice." He stood up and buckled his pants closed around his deflating, spent prick.
Kelly opened her tear-filled eyes and thanked her lucky stars that the moronic Link Kurtis had chosen only to masturbate himself instead of to violate her in any other way. It was, in some small way, something to be grateful for, a kind of consolation prize.
But even this simple peace of mind was shattered in the next instant when Marty Kips said softly to Ted Alexander who still held her ankles apart, "Who goes first for the real McCoy, Ted? You or me?"
Kelly felt fear consuming her body from head to toes, and she wondered if she wasn't going to pass out from just thinking about what these men had in mind.
"I'll tell you what," said Ted, "why don't we get her sitting in a chair. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, yeah," said Marty. "I almost forgot. The only way you like it is to get sucked off, right?"
"Not the only way, but-"
"I never saw you get it any other way. What's to be ashamed of, Ted? Sucking off is nice. I like getting sucked off myself sometimes. Let's just tie her up and see how good she is at it, eh?"
"You can't make me," she blurted suddenly, her voice fearful and trembling. "I won't do it! I won't do it!"
"Oh, you'll do it," said Marty with a sadistic grin. "Believe me, you'll do it. Why, I venture to say you'll even like doing it, too!" He looked to the others. "Come on, let's get started. I got big plans for this little lady . . . big, big plans!"