Chapter 6
"You seen how your friend does it, Mrs. Neal. What about you now, eh?" Marty's eyes focused keenly on the young inexperienced wife.
"N-No," she said, shaking her head, slightly dumbstruck with wonder that he would even consider such a thing. She could not help but look straight ahead at the angry red tip of his penis that he held stiffly in his fingers pointing it at her open mouth. She shook her head sideways but her eyes were involuntarily glued to the massive blue-veined cockshaft that pulsated right in front of her. "P-Please, Mister," she said softly, wishing that she'd never ever insisted that her husband buy a home in the suburbs of Dover. "I don't wanna . . . It's not for me . . . Really.. . ! "
"Ain't she cute?" snapped Marty, taking the bound girl's face in his hands and running the head of his prick up against her tightly clenched lips. "Open up, honey, or I'm gonna force you to!"
"Mm-mm," she murmured, holding her jaws tightly closed. "Mm-mm." She twisted her neck from side to side, and she struggled against the ropes that held her in place in the chair, but there seemed to be no escaping either the ropes or the pressing hot-blooded tip of his cock.
When she drew her next breath, Marty reached for her jaw and pulled her mouth open. He quickly took hold of her lower jaw and advanced on the forbidden hot wet sanctuary of her mouth. "Oh, yeah," he groaned, making headway with his helmeted flesh spear, "I'm gonna jam my prick down this babe's throat and she's gonna love it! Ain'tchya, sweetie!" He looked at Susan Potter and the other two men. "Oh, sure, she's gonna really get her rocks off on this-you just watch and see."
He seemed to have caught the girl by surprise, for in the next instant his prick slipped into place between her forcibly ovaled lips, and no matter how she tried to move her face from side to side, he had her securely pinned-with his hard throbbing cock!
"Uuuuhh," she groaned, practically gagging, nearly unable to breathe. The huge intruder was buried between her lips and the hefty tip was scraping down into the back of her throat. "Awwwggghh," she gagged on the hearty member as she suddenly realized he had too firm a hold to resist. One hand was around the back of her neck, holding her face square and the other hand held her jaw open, so that he had a clear, hot wet runway for landing his prick in one slide after another. And once he had a clear way to go, he began pumping. She felt the tip of his prick forcibly slipping down her oral passageway, sliding around and across the broadness of her necessarily splayed tongue. It was like having a doctor shove a tongue-depressor down her throat. He was rubbing his penis to and fro between her lips, and whether she liked to admit it or not, she was beginning to give this complete stranger a blow-job! Her lips were meshing-for that was the easiest way to prevent pain-and her tongue was rolling-in order to keep from being irritated-and it all added up to a plain and simple fact: she was sucking him off!
Slowly but surely she required less and less forcing. It was the only way she could breathe, really, around the hot invading cock shaft. The spongy mushroom head was going to block off her air passage if she didn't suck on the thickness of the base!
Ooooh, it was so awful, to be made to perform such a vile and foreign act. . . But the hotness of the thing was strange, the way it pressed into the remote corners of the back of her mouth, even into her throat . . . and she could feel it pumping and getting hotter and firmer with every stroke. It .was so odd to have something so thick and fleshy inside her lips, actually grinding around between her tongue and the roof of her mouth . . . She wondered if maybe it wouldn't be possible to bite him . . . just a little . . . to run her teeth here and there up and down the ridged thickness . . . and she felt her way with her tongue, rubbing along the underside of the crown and licking the tip.. . She wondered, too, if she could feel the tiny slit in the heated red tip of the spongy head . . .
And then it dawned on the young girl that she was actually blowing this man, that her lips were actually wrapped wetly around the thickness of his cock, pressing and tugging and sucking at it. . . and she felt so ashamed . . . so desperately wanton and terrified of what this meant! Never in her life had she allowed a man's penis to come inside her mouth this way . . . Of course, it was forced upon her, and it wasn't as if she'd asked for it.. . but still there was something so vile about it.. . so dirty!
In the next instant she risked opening her eyes and looked down her nose to where the thick blood-engorged ridged column of cock-flesh was skewering into her ovaling wet lips, driving for the back of her swallowing throat. Oooh, God! It was such a vile sight! If only she could free her hands from the ropes! If only she could squirm a little and get free.. . !
But the ropes were too tight.. . and the huge throat-impaling cock kept digging into the depths at the back of her hot wet mouth sanctuary, the mushroom crown thickly entering her inner neck and nearly plugging her air-passage all together, and then his cock went pulling back and rubbing on the inside of her mouth, against her wetly lashing tongue . . . and there seemed to be no way for her to protest this humiliating defilement of her mouth and lips and tongue . . . she began sucking!
"Look at her go," blurted one of the men who was watching. "It looks to me like she's really learned a lot fast!"
"Yeah," said the other, Link, his eyes popping as he watched the blue-veined penis penetrating in and out of Kelly Neal's mouth like a dual-action torpedo! "He's really banging it into her now, man! Look at that!"
Marty Kips was slinging his hips back and forth at double-time, working his prick in and out of the tied and bound girl's lips, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth like a piston in a car engine. He worked his penis into the back of her mouth by sliding his hips forward, nearly pressing his lust-bloated testicles against her chin, sometimes actually hitting her there with a little smacking sound, and then, by pulling his hips back quickly, he yanked his thickheaded penis all the way back to start, at Kelly's lips, and then he repeated this mouth-fucking action, over and over again, as if her throat were some kind of virgin!
"Unnnhhh," she coughed and gagged around the hard-hitting spear as it dug into the back of her throat, "unnnhhh . . . unnnhhh . . . aaaarrrgghhh . . . " But her lips meshed down, even against her will, for this was the only way she could comfortably breathe and maintain herself while being thus violated. She wondered what her husband would say if he walked in just now, if he would brutally take on these convicts and come to her defense, or if he would perhaps be overwhelmed and defenseless upon seeing so much awful obscenity.
Suddenly, Kelly realized that her neck was no longer being held from behind by one of Marty's hands. Simultaneously, she realized that he had both of his hands down
TO on her large creamy breasts.. . that he was massaging her there, milking at her nipples with big callused fingers while slipping his hardened penis in and out of her mouth.
"Ooooh," she bleated pitiably around the thick column of cock-flesh as it jammed into her throat with relentless accuracy. No matter how she protested, however, he continued to thrust his hips forward and dig into her hot wet inner mouth with his hearty mushroom cockhead while at the same time rubbing her puckering nipples and excited, chilled breasts with his thick and experienced fingers.
"Aaahhh, she's hot and . . . and SWEET!" murmured Marty. "like a big ball of . . . butter!"
Kelly looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his face was contorted in lecherous concentration. His prick was throbbing between her ovaling wet lips, and there seemed to be no way in the world she could prevent him from consummating himself inside her throat. Her only hope was that he would spare her the humiliation of any further defilement.
But what hurt the young housewife the most, what shamed her the worst, was the incredible sensation that deep down inside she was actually finding the presence of a man's penis between her lips pleasurable! This notion more than the actual fucking in her face and into her throat was more devastating than any physical act could ever be. For it meant that truly she welcomed the humiliation . . . wanted to be shamed . . . longed for even more defilement. . . ! She put such thoughts out of her head and tried not to let herself give way and submit to any such notions whatsoever!
"Say," snapped Marty Kips, suddenly pulling his thickened glistening cock from the hot wet confines of the young housewife's buttery wet lips and letting a cool breeze cross his heated prick, "I've got an idea that might just help things some here . . . "
For the first time in what seemed like years, Kelly Neal breathed fully and easily. The hearty throbbing cock was out of her lips and pulsing lustily in Marty Kips' palm. Kelly sucked for breath and felt incredibly relieved just to be able to see the huge sexual implement instead of having to suck on it.
But just then Marty turned to Susan Potter and took her hand in his own. "Here," he said, guiding her long white fingers into place around his wet throbbing hot prick, "you feed it to her like a good little girl, eh? You give it to your virgin bridey-poo friend, eh?" He cackled somewhat and showed Susan what he intended her to do, how he wanted her to roll and massage the base of the thick cock stalk while guiding the head up and down and in and out of Kelly's wet lips.
"Oooh, yeah," he moaned gutturally as she caught on to how he wanted this new obscene action performed, "that's just the way I like it, honey. You get it going good now, rubbing and pressing there on her lips . . . And don't forget to use her tongue, too, will ya! Oooh, yeahh-hhhh, mmmm, good!"
He reached down and took Kelly Neal's face in his hands an pulled her without any further warning into his crotch, forcibly entering her throat with the head of his pulsating penis.
"Awk," she gagged against the mercilessly stabbing prick helmet as it descended the first quarter of her throat while Susan Potter guided it from the outside by holding onto the thickened base.
"Now my balls," grunted Marty Kips, intent on maximizing his pleasure from the two women at once. "Get hold of my balls honey."
He meant Susan. He grabbed her hand and placed her fingers down and under his scrotal sack, indicating quickly how he wanted her to clutch lightly at his lust-bloated balls, and how he intended for her to stay in that position while he wobbled and pressed and thrust forward with the shaft and arrow-tip of his penis into the depths of Kelly Neal's throat.
"Uuuuhh," moaned the nearly choking young bride, her inside neck chockfull of hot cock head and part of the thickened stem as well, "uuuhhh . . . uuuhhh . . . uuuuhhhhh!"
"Rub harder," hissed Marty Kips, his prick and balls nearly explosive at that very moment. "Rub harder, Susan, or I'm gonna . . . Aaaaahhh, yessssss . . . rub harder . . . yessssss. . . . "
Susan Potter had applied both hands to the convict's testicles and had taken to lightly massaging and squeezing his fully tightened, semen-churning nuts with the accuracy and lusty abilities of a professional lover. She was giving him the kind of ball-rubbing and milking that only an experienced willing woman can!
"OOooh, yeah, honey!" he moaned, looking at Susan instead of at Kelly below him whose mouth was full of his skewering cock. "You know what you're doing, don't you?! MMmmmm, yeah!"
"I suppose I know a little something," she said. "When I want to!" She smiled lecherously at the excited stranger and waited for his next command. She was, somehow, willing to submit to his desires, if only because she knew that any other mode of action was hopeless.
"Now squeeze tight. . ! Both of you squeeze! Now! NOW!" he moaned excitedly, pumping back and forth faster and more deliberately than ever. His hips and swinging pelvis took on a quick, rapid-stroke cadence, and then, suddenly, after five or ten sharp stabs into Kelly's throat, he stopped and started again, this time making four or five single strokes, each time stopping on the in-thrust, staying put with his cockhead buried in her throat.
Kelly sensed the onslaught of the stranger's searing orgasm. Something instinctive told her that he was about to spew forth his boiling wads of scalding cum, and to prevent herself from drowning in it, she'd taken on a matching rhythm of swallowing. She gulped in anticipation of this first violation of her mouth, and sure enough, when the eruption finally came, she was able to get down every last hot spewing drop of the sticky wet semen.
"Uuuuuhhh . . . uuuuhhhh uuuuuhhhh," she choked and gagged and gulped in rhythm with the stiffened pulsating cock that filled her mouth with cum.
"Aaaaahhhhh," groaned Marty Kips, suddenly relaxing and pushing Susan Potter's hands away from his testicles, "enough . . . Oooh, yes . . . Enough . . . " He pulled back and withdrew his deflating penis from the young Mrs. Neal's lips.
The tied bonded young woman licked her lips and sobbed simultaneously, unable to understand the horrible frightening sensations coursing through her veins after such humiliating debauchery. She watched with dull, glazed vision as the leader of this incredible trio of convicts sat back and huffed and puffed for breath. She only hoped that she'd experienced the worst of all this, and that now they would release her from the binding ropes and the chair.
"You know," said Marty when his panting slowed, "I think that little housewife could use a little stimulation of her own." His eyes fell on Susan Potter. "What about it, Sue? Don't you think your friend there deserves some caressing?"
Before Susan Potter could respond, the convict shoved her across the floor so that she fell at Kelly's naked feet, at the foot of the chair. The two naked and vulnerable women looked at one another, and clearly, it was Kelly who was the frightened one.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Susan, recovering from the shove.
"Eat her," said the sadistic Marty Kips. "Right boys?" he asked the other two men. "Isn't that what we'd like to see right now?"
"Why not?" asked Ted Alexander. "We got all day for everything else. Let's see how these two ladies really get along."
Link Kurtis nodded dumbly, unable to take his eyes off the sight of the two naked women. "Yeah," he said in a trance-like voice, "make her eat the other one's pussy. . . ! "
"You heard the man," said Marty Kips, licking his lips with devilish anticipation, "start eatin' her, Susan! Get yer face down there between her legs and eat out the hostess! Or do I have to talk you into it some?" He raised a hand, as if about to strike, and Susan Potter pressed her face between the bound, comely thighs of her voluptuous young friend, Kelly Neal.