Chapter 8
Mick had reached into his knapsack and removed a fifth of cheap whiskey from it and took a long, guzzling swig and passed the bottle to Steve who did likewise.
"You girls care for a shot?" Steve asked as he pushed the bottle towards them.
Instinctively, Sally grabbed for the bottle and took a long hard swig. Somehow the liquor gave her a false sense of courage, and she felt somewhat relaxed as the booze raced through her brain.
Steve reached into his backpack and removed a small transistor radio.
"Might as well have a little music to move things along," he said as he turned to a station which was pumping out a slow and undulating rhythm.
"Hey, baby," he said, referring to Sally, "show us a little dance! Like in the hootchie-kootchie shows!"
Sally looked reluctantly at Tricia. Tricia tried to comfort Sally with a reassuring nod as the voluptuous wife stepped in front of the two men.
She quickly reached down for the cheap bottle of whiskey arid took another shot.
"Now, dance, baby," Steve said, "and remember...we want to see some skin!"
Tears of true humiliation welled up in Sally's brown pretty eyes as she realized the ultimate shame she was about to be forced into ...she was going to have to perform like a seasoned stripper before these total strangers!
She tried to use the booze to her advantage. She tried to use it to block the reality of the situation from her mind as he tensed the taut, young muscles in her belly and allowed a tremor of undulating, slow, inviting movement to ripple along the rounded swells of her flawless hips through the delectable femininity of her long, tapering legs.
Mick's mouth watered at the sheer flawlessness of Sally's body, from her high proud tits, to her wasp-like waist, to the seductive allurement of her perfectly rounded, female buttocks.
Boy! Would I love a piece of that teenage meat! Mick said to himself. I bet she fucks like a bunny.
Sally slowly bent down and removed her tennis shoes, the soft garment of her blouse slipping up just high enough to reveal the fresh, tight flesh of her belly. Her gorgeous skin seemed to exude sexuality and Mick could just see those supple young muscles in her teenage belly straining in orgasmic violence as he shoved his ravaging, meaty cock into the clinging, tight wetness of her virginal pussy!
"Dance! Dance!" Steve bellowed.
Sally suddenly snapped back into position and placed her hands above her head and intertwined her pretty fingers as the music swelled to a height of violence and the huge, fleshy melons of her breasts jiggled in lewd rhythm to the rising crescendo of the music.
"Whewie!" Mick shouted. "Look at those things! She sure had got a nice set of jugs!"
Sally felt true shame at having a most private part of her body referred to in such a humiliating manner but what was she to do? She was helpless.
Her blouse had become completely untucked from her jeans and the tiny hummock of her flawless navel had become wantonly exposed for both of the men to look at.
"More! Dammit!" Mick bellowed at the top of his lungs, "show some more of that pretty girlie-skin!"
Slowly, a button at a time, Sally began loosening the buttons on her blouse until the garment was parted perfectly down the middle and the snowflake protection of her unguarded brassiere was exposed.
Mick had never seen a pair of tits so perfect and he marveled at how the tight pointed orbs of her feminine nipples showed in sharp relief through her brassiere.
Sally was moving much easier to the music, and Tricia thought she detected a slight hint in Sally's movements of enjoyment! Yes, wasn't there a slight smile on the pretty brunette's face as she wantonly reached down and took another long, burning swig of booze from the bottle.
The liquor had completely relaxed Sally who was now moving in unabashed rhythm to the increasing crescendo of the music and both of the men were amazed at the obvious seductive enticements and undulations of the voluptuous brunette wife. Suddenly she grabbed hold of her blouse and tore the protective garment from her naked shoulders, swinging it frenetically around her pretty head as though she were a seductive gypsy. The two men stood in awe at the tan, perfect flawless flesh of Sally, as it stood out in stark relief against the delectable snowy whiteness of her brassiere. She took her long, painted fingernail, and in an act of wanton enticement, dug it sharply into her tight little navel and drew it up the length of her belly, making a white line where her blood was being displaced by the frenzied pressure of her nail as it trailed up the length of her near-naked torso. When her finger reached the tip of her bare shoulders, Sally took her finger as she worked it into the warm, moist cavity of her mouth as though it were the long, thick, stiff pole of someone's meaty cock!
Mick could almost feel the ball-wrenching suction of Sally's mouth as it pulled his prick into its womblike cavity and bathed it in the cuntal-like juices of her saliva! Sally suddenly took her free hand and, in one quick, deft move, lifted the tit-filled cup of her brassiere, exposing the red-capped, naked peak of her womanish left breast!
"God, what tits this girl has!" Mick grunted.
Tricia caught a glimpse of Sally's face, and she almost gasped as she saw the unmistakable look of pride on Sally's face as she wantonly and proudly displayed her naked breast-flesh to the two men! Tricia told herself that it had to be the booze that Sally was merely reacting to the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream, but it now appeared to be something else; it appeared that Sally was actually enjoying displaying her body to these men in such a wanton manner!
In two seconds, Sally had stripped her brassiere completely over the jiggling melons of both her naked tits and then reached behind the curvaceous nakedness of her back and had unleashed the garment completely, tossing it casually to the ground. As her tantalizingly naked body writhed, swayed, gyrated, and twisted to the increasing frenetic beat of the sound emanating from the transistor radio, Sally's nude breasts jiggled in lewd rhythm to the primal beat of the music. In a long, slow sensuous movement, Sally reached down with both of her hands and rapidly worked the hip-hugging cloth of her jeans over the flaring femininity of her thighs so that in one, brief, tempting movement, the gorgeous teenage wife, was stripped completely naked except, for her silky panties which clung to her deliciously naked hips as though they were painted on!
Mick couldn't stand it any longer; the mound of Sally's pubis bulged from beneath her tight-fitting panties and he saw the little hollows on the inside of her thighs where her legs ended and the exquisite femaleness of her body's most secret organ began! He suddenly lunged forward and held her by the shoulders as he rudely bared her exposed, naked tit and firmly planted his hot, fleshy lips over the quivering, red, nerve-naked tip of Sally's unprotected nipple!
The hapless young wife let out a tremendous gasp of hot air from deep within her supple young body as Mick's tongue hotly laved and mauled her ripe young tit. He suddenly pulled back and quickly slipped his shirt over his thick, ruddy neck to reveal the huge and hairy expanse of his chest, and then just quickly returned to his wanton tonguing of Sally's tit, this time circling the tan nakedness of her back with his huge burly hands and crudely pressed the delicious curves and hollows of her soft girlishness against the rough and tumble masculinity of his huge and burly frame.
There was a momentary, wicked thrill of raw sensuality which raced through Sally's mind as Mick's teeth painfully scraped the tender surface of her lingually embedded nipple and caused a momentary ripple of girlish excitement to crackle across the exposed peaks of her breasts like supercharged lightning.
Suddenly, a wicked, but compelling thought flashed through Sally's mind: Wasn't there something wickedly arousing about being worked over by a total stranger, a man she had never seen before. Somehow it seemed to reduce her to the common denominator of all humanity; the common denominator of pure, undaunted sex!
Sally caught a brief glimpse of Tricia and yes, it was undeniably true...there was a definite look of pleasure, enjoyment, and willingness on the pretty wife's face! Sally glanced guiltily away from Tricia as the look of growing lust on her face betrayed the real emotions she was feeling. Tricia grabbed Mick by the ears and savagely crushed his face against her tit, lewdly flattening the huge melon of her abused breast against her torso.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned as she tossed her head back and tossed it to and fro, her long luxuriant hair dangling wildly in the wind as though she were atop a wild stallion. Mick slid his huge, paw-like hands down the smooth, ebony-like curve of her naked back and slipped his crude thumbs under the elastic crotch band of her panties and buried his trunk into the warm, moist fleshy cleft of Sally's round and ripe asscheeks. He gripped her tightly, almost painfully as he removed his lips from her tit and began slowly wagging his tongue down the slender, curvaceous path of her nakedly splayed waist, down to the delightful, sunset-smelling crater of her navel. Mick pressed her firm ass closer to him, causing his tongue to wag wildly in and out. He felt the tight young muscles in her belly clench in a definite knot of arousal and he instinctively knew that beneath the placid surface of this delectable young wife must dwell a cock-crazed slut, for she was already responding to his arousing caresses, and he hadn't even touched her pussy yet!
Her skin was so firm, so ripe, so warm, so young.
Tricia caught a lewd, forbidden glimpse of Sally's white panties, carelessly splayed halfway over her ass, as Mick's huge fingers dug into the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks.
Mick's teeth suddenly caught the elastic waistband of Sally's panties and he began pulling the garment down over the finely hewn swells of her gorgeous thighs and delicious lines of her long, tan, tapering legs, obscenely exposing the fleecy, dark curls of her naked pubic hairs.
Mick let her panties drop limply around her pretty feet, and did not hesitate to crudely grab the tender insides of her trembling, naked thighs, pulling them viciously apart so he could plant his hot, cunt-hungry lips on the unprotected, palpitating flesh of her body's most sacred and private orifice ...the forbidden meat of her married pussy!
"Ahhh...Ummmmmm!" Sally moaned as Mick buried his unshaved face between the quivering flesh of her female thighs and his wild tongue darted straight for the nerve-naked bud of her pearly clitoris.
Tricia could not believe the look of pure and growing lust on Sally's face! And Sally was the one who had objected the most to this lewd, but necessary proposal! A thought of fear raced through Tricia's mind: would this happen to her when it came her turn? Was it a simple biological law that the sensory nerves of a female could control the feminine body if incessantly and thoroughly stimulated by man?
No! No! It could not be true! She would certainly not let this happen to her! She would keep her mind completely detached from the situation! Tricia was sure that Sally was acting in this obscene demeanor because Sally was a crazy cock-mad slut underneath! But Tricia knew that she was not and she would never bend to the desires of any man except her husband!
Mick took a big, deep breath in through his nostrils and let the musky, feminine scent from Sally's naked cunt flow arousingly up his nose. He opened his eyes and soon the pink, hot flesh of Sally's teenage pussy was less than a half-inch from his gaze. He thrust his tongue violently forward so the trembling node of Sally's clitoris flattened out against her pubic mound and her full, round ass clenched in true arousal.
"Oh, God that tongue of yours on my clit sure feels good!" Sally mewled.
Tricia's ears burned with amazed shame as she heard these wanton words escape from the lips of her pretty friend as though Sally were a dime-store whore!
What's happening to her? Tricia asked herself. IVs unbelievable!
Sally had now straddled her legs even wider than Mick had originally spread them, and had partially shifted her weight to his powerful neck and shoulders, while her hands were tightly gripping the sides of his muscular arms, so that her lewd and wanton stance truly gave the appearance that she was actually "sitting" on Mick's face!
Suddenly, Mick's hot tongue snaked from the pulsating node of her shivering clitoris to the unguarded shaft of her unprotected pussy!
Sally twisted her ample thighs in a circular undulation of wanton desire as she felt the long, burrowing shaft of Mick's snakelike tongue part the flesh petals of her pussy lips and unabashedly enter her!
"Ummmm! Ah! Now you're in my cunt! That's it lover! That's it!"
Sally's eyes rolled back in her head as the potent force of her naked thighs modulated into a slow, sensual humping rhythm as she wantonly began to ride this total stranger's face in a lewd spectacle of bestial lust!
"Urn...Urn...Urn...Urn..."Sally purred as she forcefully thrust her hips forward with every hot gasp of staccato breath which shot forcefully from her lungs!
She quickly flung her nakedly trembling legs around Mick's shoulders and locked them tightly behind his neck and grabbed the top of his head with her hands so that now all of her weight was completely supported by Mick!
Tricia saw the beads of sweat pour from the glistening nude body of Sally and blend with the globular beads of moisture which had appeared on the bulging bulbous flesh of Mick.
Then, as if it were some ancient, pagan ritual Mick used all of his manly force to rise to his feet, while the adulterous, nude wife still pushed her cunt tightly against his ruddy face!
What a sight it was to see the delectable specimen of femininity held high in the air as though she were being sacrificed to some profane god of sex, with the face of this total stranger bestially buried between her hot, moist, rapidly humping thighs!
Sally did not care who saw her or what she did now as she violently began to fuck Mick's tongue with the untrammeled power of a bronco buster!
Her buttocks were expanding and contracting so rapidly that all Tricia could see was a heated blur as her friend worked harder and harder towards a wild and savage orgasm!
Sally suddenly tightened all of the trembling muscles in her young body towards one object and one object only: to Cum! Yes, she had to feel the ultimate in orgasmic release! She didn't give a good goddamn if the whole world was watching her! All she wanted was that exquisitely burrowing tongue to part the shivering nether sheath of her pussy and send adulterous thrills of delight racing with mind-sizzling speed through her married loins!
"Please, oh please! Lover, lick me! LICK ME!" Sally begged. "Lick me good and hard! Real deep, real deep!"
Sally wrenched her buttocks violently and ground her sweating pelvis with violent ferocity against Mick's thigh-smothered face. There was an audible gasp of acknowledgement from Sally and a bull-like snort from Mick as Sally's own sweet cuntal juices began to flow and coat Mick's face with a glistening layer from Sally's most private body organs! A strange scent arose from the wanton sucking of Sally's pussy juices and the sweat pouring from her rapidly humping body. Sally let the strong, pungent odor trail up her nostrils, and somehow this bizarre and almost perverted scent filled her with a strange and insatiable longing as she uttered a string of guttural obscenities.
Suddenly, Sally's entire body buckled and twisted as though she had been riddled with 220 voltage as her eyes rolled back in her head and she gnashed her teeth like a wild animal. A long, hot gasp of breath shot from her lungs and she screamed at the top of her voice:
"Oh, Jesus: I'M CUMMING! I'M CUM-MING! You're wonderful. That beautiful tongue has made me cum!"
Mick gripped the sides of Sally's rapidly moving tights with bestial force, for her rampant humping thrusts were so wantonly intense that she threatened to push herself right off his shoulders. He could feel the rampant cuntal heat from the flowering lips of her teenage pussy race across his face like a cyclone as she shouted out the exquisite agonies of her orgasm.
When Sally had milked every nerve-wrenching ounce of sensation from the quivering heat of her naked thighs, she flopped limply over Mick's strong, broad shoulders as though she were a puppet with her strings cut.
Mick released her from his back and placed her on a soft clump of brush. He quickly unloosened his belt buckle and said with a salacious lewd grin on his face:
"My turn, now!"
"MINE TOO!" Steve said as he slowly moved toward the trembling form of Tricia.