Chapter 5
"My husband will get you for this!" squealed the naked young housewife as two of the convicts picked her up by the feet and hands and began lugging her squirming, fearful body across the living room toward the dining room. He's going to come home and get you all for this!"
"Aw, shut yer trap," groaned Marty, supervising and arranging a chair for the voluptuous young woman. "Look at those tits, man! They bounce and jiggle and carry on . . . ! Mmmmmm, enough to make your mouth water!"
"Let go of me," groaned Kelly, her eyes wild with fright. "Please . . . ? " But there seemed to be no arguing with the men. They lowered her into the chair and before she had even a moment with which to struggle, one of them approached her with a cord and began binding her body in place.
First he wrapped her arms to the arms of the chair and then her ankles to the legs. Her thighs were spread apart so that her pussy was vulnerable-so much so that she could feel a cool breeze passing across her moist cuntal lips. Her shoulders were cinched back against the lattice work of the chair so that her voluptuous breasts pushed forward, outwards even more than they were naturally inclined to do. Her nipples, despite her best efforts to keep down the betraying sensuous impulses of her own body, were sticking out like a couple of hot red buttons, almost twitching desirously.
She couldn't believe the leers of lecherousness that appeared on the faces of the men when they were done tying her up. All three of them stood around looking at her naked body, inspecting her with their piercing looks and hungry lasciviousness. "Please," she shook her head. "Can't you show just a little mercy? Please?"
"Ha," groaned the one called Ted, beginning to unzip his pants, "the only mercy yer gonna get from me, Missy, is the privilege of sucking on my big wong!" With that, out from his trousers came the angry red tip of his already stiffening cock.
"Oooh, no," she groaned upon seeing the hefty rocket-shaped phallus, ridged and bony-stiff already.
He tugged at the inside of his trousers and brought out the rest of his private parts, his scrotal sack and lust-churned testicles. Now he held the huge stiffening prick and his balls in his other hand and manipulated himself for a moment in front of her. She could not believe her eyes.
He stepped forward and pressed the spongy cap of his stiffened prick against the smooth resilient flesh of her breast. He pumped his hips back and forth a couple of times, banging his cockhead into her breast.
"Oooh, yeah!" he moaned with obscene delight, his eyes rolling in their sockets with obvious salacious pleasure, "this is gonna be a real nice thing, boss. I'm gonna get off real good with this little housey-wifey!"
He took another step forward, bringing his cock into breathing distance of the young housewife. Kelly thought for sure she was going to faint. The hardened column of cock flesh was only inches from touching her face. She thought she could even smell it! There was an acrid odor of sweat and alcohol, like a drinking man's party in the boys' gym, and the penis was the source of it, the penis and the man's crotch.
"Please," she whispered pathetically at the hardened cockflesh that tortured her now, moving slowly but surely against her averted cheek, "please don't. . . please?"
She felt something soft and spongy-like touching on her face. She knew that it was Ted's thickened cock, that he was sliding the reddened tip of his penis back and forth along her silky smooth jawline. She could hear him panting and saying softly, "Oooh . . . I'm gonna fuck her face so-ooo good!
OOooh, yeahhhh . . . ! "
Just then everyone in the dining room, including Kelly Neal, nearly jumped. For there came suddenly at the living room door a knocking, three sharp taps and then silence.
"Get dressed," whispered Marty Kips, immediately taking charge of the gang. "You," he said to Kelly who was beside herself with fear. "I want you to ask, Who is it?"
Kelly stared at him.
"You ask that, or I'll put this fist through your husband, if it's him, or whoever it is! You understand?"
She nodded.
"Okay. Now!"
"Who is it?" cried Kelly at the living room door.-
"It's me, Susan," said a faint, feminine voice from the other side of the door.
Marty lept to the door and pulled it open. The girl on the other side saw absolutely nothing in front of her. She leaned her head and shoulders forward into the room and Marty snapped out at her neck with both hands, grabbing her into the house before she could even scream. He slammed the door shut and pulled her struggling body into the dining room. "Number two housewifey!" he hissed. "Tie her up, boys. Looks like we struck it rich! We got ourselves a regular little orgy going here!"
"I like the looks of this one even better," said Ted Alexander, his eyes lasciviously inspecting the luscious new addition to the household. He noted her firm, well-rounded breasts and the large, round-shaped buttocks of the new woman. He liked her jet-black hair, as well, and it was everything he could do to keep from actually undressing her right then and there.
"You look like you've got some special interest in this lady," said Marty.
"What's this all about?" asked the newcomer, her eyes swinging left and taking in the dreadful sight of her friend tied, bound, and naked in a dining room chair. "Kelly! What on earth?! " The new woman started for the door, but Ted Alexander quickly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the room. "Listen, honey," he said softly, pulling her up in his arms so that her face was only inches from his own, "you can go easy, nice and easy-by cooperating-or you can make this difficult on yourself. Which is it gonna be?"
Susan Potter looked from Ted's vicious eyes to Kelly Neal tied and naked in the chair. Then she looked at the other men, also waiting for her answer, and she realized that it was a hopeless situation. "Alright," she said, "I'll go easy."
"That's better," said Ted. "I like your spirit. Now undress. And make it fast."
"Alright, alright," she moaned softly. She looked over at Kelly who was still helplessly tied in the chair, "I wish you'd have let me know you had company, kid, before I came traipsing over here like this."
Kelly could not believe her eyes. Right then and there, her best friend, Susan Potter, was actually going to undress and cooperate without even a struggle with the three strange men. "S-S-Susan," stammered Kelly, "h-how can you do this?! "
"Shut up!" snapped Marty. "She's doin' it for her own good. She knows we'll beat the hell out of her if she don't. So keep yer trap shut, Mrs. Neal, or we'll start in on you again."
Kelly watched as Susan took off her blouse and skirt and heels. That left the voluptuous, raven-haired woman standing in stockings, panties and a brassiere.
"You're real pretty," said Ted, stepping up alongside Susan Potter. "You got nice skin, too. And nice big soft tits." He reached out and took both of Susan's breasts in his hands and began squeezing the cups of the brassiere and soft resilient mounds themselves.
"Oooooh, please," she moaned softly, "I'd rather you didn't do that. I thought you just wanted me to undress?"
"Ha," he snapped. "You knew exactly what I wanted. Now turn around."
Kelly was astounded! She watched with fear and loathing mounting in her body as her friend was forced to turn around. They unsnapped her brassiere and Susan's breasts came nakedly pouring out, and it was plain to see, even to Kelly, that her friend's nipples were jutting outwards in sensuous arousal.
"Look at those big tips, man!" hissed Marty, stepping forward and taking for himself a quick feel of the young woman's vulnerable nipples. He rubbed one of the cherry colored tips in his two fingers, between his thumb and forefinger. Then he tugged on it and pulled the breast momentarily away from Susan's body in this manner.
"Oooh, stop!" she squealed in a mouse-like voice. "That hurts! Stop it!"
He let loose of her breast and it went flopping down on her chest like a jello pad. Then Link Kurtis stepped forward and reached out for her shoulders. He pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips, hotly pressing his tongue into her mouth until she was forced to lean backwards in order to get free for breath.
"Get her panties and her stockings," said Marty. "I wanna see this one naked!"
"Yeah," said Ted Alexander, quickly reaching out for Susan Potter's hips so that he could begin tugging her silky panties off.
"I'll get her stockings," said Link Kurtis, giving up trying to kiss the protestant raven-haired woman. He fell to his knees and began rolling the panty hose downwards off the young woman's ivory thighs.
Ted Alexander shoved Link out of the way entirely, though, in order to get Susan's panties down. He quickly pulled them off of her wide womanly hips and exposed the naked white plain above her curly-haired pubis. "Oooh, yeah," he hissed, "look at that cunt! She's gonna be nice! Very, very nice!"
"Please," moaned Susan, "Let me sit down? Please?"
"Sure," said Ted. "Go on and sit down. Right here in front of your little prudy girlfriend, Kelly."
He pulled a chair up in front of Kelly, about two feet from her, and he pushed the now naked young woman into position, sitting. Her voluptuous white breasts shook and jiggled, and her fearful lips trembled for a moment. Her eyes looked left at Kelly and then right and up at the three men gathered around her. Un-like Kelly, she was not tied in the chair. But she was beginning to realize that her agreement to cooperate with these men had benefited her but little freedom. "P-Please," she stammered, "I'll do what you say, but please don't hurt me. Please?"
"You ever give header?" asked Ted. "You know how to suck?"
"His specialty," interrupted Marty, "is in getting good head from girls your age, honey. You know what he means?"
Shamefully, but with a slight sneer on her lips, she whispered, "Yes, I know how."
"Good," said Ted, again pulling down his pants. "I think we'll start right where we left off. We'll give Sleeping Beauty here"--he indicated with a snarl that he meant Kelly Neal--"a chance to see what it's all about. Then, if she kind of gets the hang of it, maybe I'll give her a break and-" He had his cock out in his hand and was stroking it into stiffness, "-and let her suck me off once, too!" He looked down at Susan Potter. "Alright, honey, go to it. You take care of business. Show us what you know."
"Do I have to?" moaned Susan, clearly not cherishing the task but not resenting it either.
"Would you rather I tied you up like your friend?"
She reached for his prick with her long white fingers and fisted the thick, broad base of the column of cock flesh with her right hand. With her left hand she cupped the underside of his bloated scrotum and lightly rolled his testicles. She guided the head of his thickened penis up into close grazing contact with her thick moist lips.
"No, Susan! Don't!" cried Kelly, but everyone, including Susan Potter, ignored her. She watched as her friend proceeded to rub the rose-colored spongy tip of the convict's prick cap and to and fro along the thick moist lips of her willing mouth.
"Oooh, God," moaned Kelly, unable to believe her eyes, for this was one of the forbidden, wicked acts her husband had from time to time asked her to perform. She'd resolutely refused time and again, and now, in her very presence, the act was happening! It was awful! What pleasure could there possibly be in it for Susan? And with a completely strange man, yet! And that cock of his was so large, so big and bulging in Susan's fingers! How could she possibly put such a large column of cockflesh into her mouth?!
But sure enough, there she was doing it, actually taking the mushroom cap and the thickened crown into the narrow hot wet space between her lips, and her little tongue was visibly darting to and fro, every now and then plying at the little slit in the end of the convict's hardened penis. And Susan's fingers" were rolling the scrotal sack, rubbing lightly the testicles within at the same time, while her other hand milked and massaged the thickened, ridged base of the huge lust-stiffened penis!
"Oooh, yeah," groaned Ted Alexander, lecherously pleased with the obscene spectacle of his hardened cock sliding into Susan's moist ovaling lips, more and more of his long hard penis disappearing into the oral hollows of the young girl's wetly smacking mouth. "Suck it, Susan, baby, you're doing just fine! Yeah! Suck it, honey! Make me cummmmm . . . ! "
Kelly closed her eyes in disgust. It was impossible that all of this was happening to her. Here in her own dining room, her best friend was putting some strange man's penis into her mouth and actually trying to swallow it down into her throat! It was just too amazing for words!
As much as the young housewife didn't want to watch, something compelled her to open her eyes and view the forcible fellatio. She couldn't put her finger on what it was about the act, but no matter how she tried to refuse the idea, there was something in the sight of the penis entering Susan's mouth that-there was no way to deny it any longer-it stimulated her!
She looked from the oral-penis spectacle up at Marty and Link. The two were enthralled with the mouth fucking. They were staring like children at puppet shows, completely concentrating on it. Kelly could feel her own eyes pulled magnetically back to the scene of the sucking and licking.
She watched as Susan Potter's tongue lashed out to rub and wetly massage up and down against the unguarded rim of Ted's blood-thickened cock head crown. She was working her tongue to and fro around the sensitized tip and spongy, reddened surface of the meaty penis.
Kelly was so close to the sight of the organ that she could see the pulsating blue-vein that ran along the topside of the mouth-penetrating prick, and she could see the way Susan's lithe fingers clutched at the testicles.
Was this what Jack wanted from her? Did he want her to hold his balls and suck on the tip of his cock? To run her tongue up and down the thickness of his virile male penis? Was that the kind of humiliating use of her mouth that her new husband wanted from her? She couldn't help but think that the act was somehow vile, and yet, in her deepest most secret self, she felt her heart beating wildly just from watching Susan at work.
"Oooh, shee-eeze," groaned Ted Alexander, taking Susan's face by the ears and pulling her head forward on the mouth-impaling shaft of his lust-hardened cock. He jammed forward and crammed as much of his blood-heated prick cap into the depths of Susan's throat as could possibly fit. "Just hold that," he moaned with ecstasy glassy in his eyes, "and I'll. . . be . . . cumming . . . Just . . . hold that!"
Susan gagged slightly from the feel of the thick head of his penis deep in her mouth, almost down her throat, and she could no longer hold him in her mouth. She had to get breath. She pulled him out with her fist, for a moment holding the saliva-dripping, lust-beating tip of his prick away from her hot wet oral sanctuary. She panted for breath and held his cock away from her thick wet lips.
"Ooooh," he cried out softly, a thin, needle-fine spray of seminal fluid darting out from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, "get it back in! Don't stop now!"
She was taking another much needed breath when he forced her head down onto his pulsating cock. He told her to squeeze down and use her teeth, to bite into him and make his prick cum off. "Come on, honey, suck it! Make me cum, baby . . . Make my juice cummmmmm. . . . "
Her fingers were now wildly rolling around on his lust-bloated testicles, and her lips were squeezed down on the head of his cock, mashing it with thickly voraciously wet squeezes, tugging at his pulsating cock shaft and galvanized penis head.
"Uuuuhhh, Ga-wd!" he grunted, slamming his hips forward. "Start swallowing, honey! Here we goooo. . . ! " He hesitated a moment in which she looked up the length of his belly to his lust-contorted face. His eyes were closed tightly and his lips were bared back over his teeth in a passion-filled smile, and his entire face was contracted into a wincing, frown-smile.
Then he started moaning rhythmically, "Uuuhhhhh . . . uuuuhhhhhhhh . . . uuuuuhhhh . . . " and simultaneously pumping his hips forward so as to ride her tongue down into her throat with his ejaculating cock head, each time grinding a bit further with the tip of his turgid prick . . . each time spurting out yet another thick creamy boiling hot salvo of his semen!
The young girl did her best to swallow up the jism, trying to catch his cadence with her pumping throat and neck, and soon her tongue was lapping up the last of his hot semen, spooning the stuff into her dutifully swallowing throat. When it was clear that he was finished, she released his testicles but held on momentarily to his cock shaft with her other hand, and rhythmically milked his deflating cock of the remaining sperm. She licked that off the cap of his cock and swallowed again. There was a single driblet of jism that had leaked out of her mouth at the corner and when she let go of his cock she wiped the life-giving juice from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Ooooh, yeah, she's good," mumbled Ted, backing away from where Susan Porter sat haunched over on her naked knees, her breasts hanging large and voluptuous downwards so that the tips of her nipples nearly touched her thighs. "She's not just good," continued Ted, "she's terrific!"
"Yeah," said Marty, blinking for the first time in a long while, "I can see that." He reached down and took Susan Potter by the chin with one hand. He pulled her face up and made her look at him. "You been sucking a lot of cock, haven't you, honey?"
She turned defiantly away from him without answering.
"Yeah," said Marty, ignoring her rebellious attitude. "This is gonna be one helluva afternoon, boys. We got ourselves two different broads." He looked from Kelly Neal to Susan Potter and back at Ted and Link. "Yup, two different ones all together: one hot like a bowl of soup, a real fire cracker who knows how to suck, and one that's as cold as Alaska. Yeah, this is gonna be a helluvan afternoon, guys. I can tell that already!"
And with that he pulled down the zipper on his trousers and stepped forward.. . toward both of the young women. "Mmmmm," he murmured, "wonder who wants to go first?"