Chapter 7

For the next two days, Tuesday and Wednesday, Donna managed to keep herself under control, even though Harold, her husband, hadn't once approached her. God! She had been awakened to a need for sex as never before, and in order to assuage part of her need she had taken to masturbation. But she wasn't content to merely massage her clitoris in private. She insisted on doing it while she had the TV repairman fucking Lorna, the maid. Lorna, for her part, was having a ball. While Donna was thinking she was getting even with Lorna for what the brunette had made her do under Harold's supervision, the truth was, Lorna was enjoying herself more than ever. Donna, seeing Lorna getting such a kick out of it became angry enough to start walloping Lorna with a flat leather belt after the various men she brought into the house had departed, but this didn't ease Donna's need for orgasm. Granted, she would masturbate while beating Lorna, but it didn't satisfy her. The blonde Amazon realized she didn't enjoy dishing out punishment. What Mike Ferrizo had told her was coming to pass. She was inwardly desirous of more punishment. She wanted to be hurt, and so she began having Lorna beat her buttocks with the leather strap while she continued fingering herself, and she discovered this brought her some relief, but it was never enough.

Thursday was Lorna's day off, and Donna took a long, hot bath, knowing Mike was coming to her house to measure her windows. She waited almost the entire day before he showed up. She was dressed in a blue halter and matching shorts, and she angrily pouted, "What took you so long?"

"You forget, I got a store to run," Mike snapped. "I had to wait until I closed the store. After all, you insisted I come over here instead of sending my outside man. I still have to pay my outside man for the job, even though I'm doing it. In fact, I had him do the driving. He's out in the car, waiting. Hell! If I gotta pay him, I'm gonna make him do some of the work."

Donna looked out the living room window, thinking Red was the man to whom Mike was referring. But no, there was a different man sitting in the car. He was no youngster, that was obvious. He had a few wrinkles, his hair was iron-gray, and at the moment he was looking at a magazine he had brought to keep him busy, so Donna saw his profile more than anything else. He looked to be a tall man, even while sitting in the car.

"Who is he?" Donna asked.

'That's Big Sal," Mike told her. "Big Sal knows windows like nobody else, that's why I usually send him out on measuring jobs. When I say he's big, believe me, he's BIG."

"I can see he looks tall," Donna smirked.

"I didn't mean tall. I mean he's hung like a brahma bull. Now suppose we get to measuring the windows."

"Damn you, I didn't ask you here just to measure windows," she snapped. "Let your man do the measuring. You know why I asked you here."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I know why. But we have to go somewhere where there are no windows."

"The basement," Donna suggested. "It's below ground, and my husband has private gym built down there."

Mike went to the front door and called out, "Hey, Sal, come on in here."

Donna watched through the window as the big gray-haired man got out of the car. He looked to be in his middle fifties, built like a bull in every way. Granted his gut was a little loose, probably from too much beer, but the rest of him was as powerful as any man might hope to be.

"What is it, Mike?" he asked, wiping his hands on his gray pants, rubbing off some of the cheap newsprint that had gotten on them.

"Bring your tape measure and start measuring these windows," Mike told him. "I'm going down to the basement to check out something. When y'finish measuring, go back to the car."

"Gotcha!" Sal nodded, and Donna thought she saw a wink.

Donna led the way down the narrow flight of steps to the basement. It was a huge tiled basement with maps on the floor, just like a regular gymnasium. The ceiling wasn't as high so there was no need for climbing ropes, though her husband had strung a pair of them there anyway. There was a set of parallel bars, and a leather horse for jumping and exercising, as well as wall pulleys and a medicine ball. All this Mike was clearly able to see when Donna turned on the indirect fluorescent lighting.

"Let's get to it!" Mike told her, motioning for her to undress.

"What about you?" Donna asked, starting to remove her clothing but making no move when she saw him remain unmoving.

"I'll get undressed in due time," he told her.

"Are you going to invite your man down here too?" Donna asked.

"Nan!" Mike assured her. "I ain't gonna invite him."

She undressed, then said, "What now?"

"Now I beat the shit outta you," he smiled. "Bend over the horse." She did so, and he walked up to her, looking at her buttocks. "Hey, Red did some job on your ass. I can still see the indentations."

"Yes," Donna nodded.

"Did he do this too?" Mike asked, touching the area where Lorna had beaten her with the flat belt.

"No," Donna admitted. Then she lied, saying, "My husband did that.

Mike smiled, then said, "Today, we beat you with something else."

He grabbed the thick climbing rope that was dangling near the horse, and he proceeded to wallop the devil out of Donna's behind with the thick hemp. Because it was thick, it didn't leave cutting marks, but it did leave large red weals, weals that would take at least a day to go away.

"Owwwwwooooo!" Donna howled, and yet she loved the beating. She would not have forsaken it for the world. The lovely blonde had become as addicted to being beaten as she had to sex.

Mike walloped her again and again, then had her turn her naked body over so that he hit her front, as well. The rope slammed across her breasts, and then he had her part her thighs so that he was whipping her cunt. The pain was only creating a heightening effect, especially when the rough hemp of the rope hit her clitoris. She gasped, yet she loved it, and when Mike whipped her cunt a few more times, Donna found herself coming madly, her flowing juices wetting down the end of the rope.

Mike finally dropped the rope, hurriedly stripped down, and walked over to the lovely woman who lay over the horse on her back.

"I'd bet you'd like a cock up that cunt about now!" he laughed. "Yes!" she gasped.

"Well you're not getting it. . . yet," he told her. "For the moment you have to settle for a tongue."

"Whatever you say, Mike!" she gasped. "Anything you say! I'll take a tongue."

"Sure you will," Mike laughed, but instead of pushing an oral tongue into her vagina, he grabbed the rope with which he had been beating her and began rubbing the very end of it against it splashing split. She shuddered as the rough hemp made her achieve yet another orgasm.

"Suck my cunt, Mike!" she gasped. "Please suck it!"

"You're learning, honey," he told her. "Since you said please, I'll suck it a little."

He was on his knees on the mat now, his face level with her cunt as it hung over the horse. Spreading the blonde's thighs, he pushed his face into the succulent depths of her drooling gash, his darting tongue spearing into the simmering depths of her womanly furrow. The aroused woman groaned and spread her thighs even wider, feeling as if her spine would crack as she lay over the horse on her back. She was unable to gain any leverage until she clamped her legs around Mike's shoulders, then she started pumping her tenderly plump and juicy pussy up, shoving her labia against the man's hungrily delving mouth. Her hot juices came frothing out and smearing themselves all over his face, washing down his mustache.

Mike purposely worked his tongue in and out of her narrow interstice, using the tip of it to lick around her clitoris without actually touching it, knowing this was driving the blonde woman insane.

"On please.. . . "she begged.

"What is it, baby?" he asked. "What d'you want me to do?"

"Here!" she pointed to her clitoris. "Lick me here?"

"Where is here?" he asked, teasing. "Tell me in plain words. What is it you want me to lick?"

"My clitoris, damn you!" she gasped. "Lick my clitoris!"

"You got it!" he laughed, and with no further urging he flattened his tongue against the little penis-like extension at the top of her inner labia, rubbing his oral organ up and down like sandpaper, massaging it. His tongue was now everywhere in the luscious pink slot at once, working in and out, around, flatly against the clitoris, sucking at her glistening pink feminine folds, then knifing them with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to be doing it all at once.

"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAA NNNNGGGGGGGGH-HH HHHAAAARRRRR RRRGGGGHHH HHHH-HHH UUUUNNNNNN GGGGGGGHHHHH AA-AANNNNGG GGGGGGHH HHHUUUUUUU NN-NNGGGG HHHHAAAGGG GGAAHHHH!" Donna bellowed, her thighs clutching Mike's head closer to her as hot cream from her vaginal interior spurted all over his face as she wildly climaxed. The pain in her buttocks enhanced her orgasm that much more. The gripping contractions in her well-sucked vagina became more and more spasmodic.

"Hey, what the hell is going on down here?" Big Sal's voice boomed, and footsteps came trundling down the steps to the basement.

"Stop him!" Donna gasped. "You swore you wouldn't invite him."

"Hell! I'm not inviting him," Mike told her. "He came down because you're making too much fuckin' noise."

Donna slid to the floor, lying on the stuffed mat, looking up in horror. From where she lay the gray haired man looked more powerful and larger than ever. He was tucking his tape measure into the pocket of his dusty pants.

"Whats'amatter Sal?" Mike asked, but there was amusement in Mike's voice.

"I heard all kinds of screaming from down here. Jesus! I thought someone was dying," the big man laughed heartily. "Goes to show you how wrong a guy can be."

Terrified, Donna lay there, unmoving, while Mike, now as naked as she, stood above her.

"You oughtta be ashamed," Mike said to Sal. "Cantcha see this is a private party? You weren't invited."

The big man had a twinkle in his eye as he walked over to Donna and looked down at her.

"Jesus, Mike!" he roared. 'That's prime stuff you have there. You mean you're gonna hog her all to yourself? You do, and I might have to tell the bosses about what y'do during working hours."

Donna trembled with fright at being found out by yet another man, one arm crossed over her breasts while her palm covered her sparsely haired vaginal slash. The leering older man was laughing out loud, a lascivious roar, staring at the fullness of the breasts she was unable to entirely cover with her hand.

"Now come on Mike," Sal said to him. "The bosses have warned you before. What you do after working hours is your own business, but during business hours . . . well, that's when you have to work. I'm sorry, Mike, but I think I'm gonna have to report you."

"Hey, now come on, Sal, what kinda crap is this? Don't I always give you the good measuring jobs? Don't you always collect ten percent on an order? You report me to the bosses, and they'll put someone else in my place who'll only give you five percent, if that much."

Mike stopped talking and stared at the iron-haired man. He folded his arms, and his cock, half-erect, allowed a drop of seminal oil to slowly drip down onto Donna's thigh.

Sal laughed until he shook, then said, "Take it easy, Mike. Just take it easy. Maybe we can work something out."

"Sure thing," Mike nodded smiling, and Donna felt she knew what was coming. It was obvious from the way Sal was eyeing her. She didn't want anything to do with the powerful man, and yet a lot hinged on her decision.

"Y'know, when I go out on measuring jobs, I never find such cooperative broads," Sal smiled. "I find that hard to believe," Mike answered, and

Donna never saw him wink, not realizing it was another part of Mike's plan to turn her into a totally docile woman for her husband.

"S'the truth," he nodded, and Donna noticed the bulge tenting the older man's pants. She also noticed that Mike's erection was getting stronger instead of weaker, and she put it down to the sight of her nakedness rather than the fact that he was thinking about what he and Sal were going to do to her.

"Come on, Sal," Mike was saying. "You're not gonna report me to the bosses, are you? I mean, I've been your best friend since I've been here in the business."

"Hell! I don't really wanna report you," Sal was saying. "You're right about you being the one guy who's been good to me. Still, if I don't report you, and somehow or other the bosses find out, then my own ass is in a sling. Jesus, Mike! You're putting me in one helluva situation. I don't know what the hell to do."

"Please!" Donna gasped fearfully. "Have a heart, Sal. If you report Mike, then the bosses will tell my husband, and I'll be in a lot of trouble. Oh, have a heart. . . . "

"Well, now, Sal was saying, stroking his chin. "If you folks make it worth my while I won't say a thing.. . . "

"You want me to up the pay to twelve percent on this job?" Mike was asking. "I'll find a way, somehow, even if it has to come out of my own paycheck."

"Nan!" Sal shrugged, looking at Donna's lush nakedness. He had a wide grin on his face and his hand reached down and rubbed the huge bulge between his thighs. "I don't want money outta your pocket, Mike," he told the mustached man.

Donna turned red all over again as she realized the man was no longer merely hinting about his wanting to use her body. The thought of sexually performing with the gray-haired man didn't sit well with her at all, but at this point she knew she had no choice. Christ! She was starting to feel like some kind of street whore. How many men was she expected to take on? Granted she had been the one to initially choose the path of infidelity, but she had intended cheating only with this one man-Mike. Then Mike had rung in Red, and now there was this Big Sal.. . not to mention what her husband had forced her to do with Lorna. But she knew she was better off doing as Sal wanted than ending up in divorce court. Luckily her husband wouldn't be home for at least two more hours, yet.

Steeling herself, the lovely blonde forced herself, against her will, to smile warmly at Big Sal. She licked her lips realizing her tongue was almost as dry as her throat.

"Okay, Sal," she finally nodded, her voice totally resigned to what the man wanted. "I suppose you want me to use my mouth on your cock, like Mike does."

Sal looked at her and smiled, his cock jerking in his pants.

"I'll bet you blow real good, too," he smiled.

"Let me prove it," Donna said to him.

The tall man stared down at the frightened blonde housewife, his eyes coolly assessing the fullness of breasts now totally exposed, and then he looked at the heartshaped lips as well as the tightness of her cunt. It bothered her to feel his eyes wandering over her as if she were some kind of possession rather than a human being. But at this point she knew her marriage depended on her turning this man on rather than letting him leave dissatisfied. So for the first time in her life she actually smiled at a strange man as he looked at her, widening her thighs to let him get an even better look at the wetness oozing from her vaginal slit while her breasts bobbed up and down with her uneven breathing.

"We'll do something," Sal nodded. "But we'll do what I wanna do, and not what you wanna do."

Donna eyed the older man warily, all set to hear the worst, wondering what horrible ideas this man had in mind. She was frightened at the thought he might be even more depraved than Mike, Red, or her husband. There was no doubt about the immenseness of his cock, and if he got some crazy idea, like trying to shove it into her ass, she'd say no.

"I'll let you blow my nuts," he told her, "but I ain't gonna get involved while Mike here just stands around and watches. Hell, no! If I'm involved, then Mike's gotta be involved, too. This way, neither one of us can blow the whistle on the other. I mean, we gotta stick together. It's a kind of crisis that has to be weathered, dontcha agree?"

"Well just how do you suggest we go about this?" the blonde woman asked, wary as to just what it was the older man had in mind. "I've never done anything with two men . . . at least not with two men at the same time."

Big Sal was laughing. He walked over to the two hanging ropes and he tied loops in them. The loops were tied at slightly above waist level for him.

"Stand up and c'mere," Sal said to Donna, and the naked woman got to her feet and walked over to him.

Mike was standing on the opposite side, leaning against the horse, his thick cock solid and all set to go. Big Sal undid his pants and as they fell to the mat, he tugged off his shirt, revealing a chest covered with iron-gray hair. Kicking off his shoes, he let his pants fall off, then he tugged off his undershorts and allowed his massive cock to bob into sight, the balls hanging beneath making the gunny sac Red had sported look small.

"This is a gym," Sal was saying, "so you, blondie, are gonna show us what a great gymnast you are."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Donna asked.

Holding one of the rope loops, he said, "Put a foot in here, right up to the knee."

Frightened, Donna obeyed the man as Mike came around to support her head and keep her from losing her balance. Then Sal helped her slide her other foot through the second loop, pushing both loops up until they were tight around her knees with her calves hanging down. Donna felt the blood rushing to her head as she hung down. She was getting dizzy in this position as Sal walked over to her. She realized her upside-down head was almost perfectly level with his groin, and his monumental cock was wagging in her face.

"Put your arms around my ass and hold tight while you suck!" Sal ordered, looking down at her nakedness, enjoying the sight of her pussy. "I'll move you back and forth until I shoot my wad down your lovely throat."

Donna gulped with distaste at the idea of hanging here like a side of beef, but she had no choice. When the tall man let go of her, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his hairy ass. The burning thickness of his gigantic penis butted against her lips, and she unwillingly opened her mouth. The massive organ wasted no time in ramming its way all the way inside, clogging her throat, then sinking deeper, choking and strangling her. His dangling balls slapped against her nose and forehead.

"Ahhhh . . . that's terrific!" the gray haired man sighed, winking at Mike who would never have conceived of doing things this way.

Sal humped his throbbing cock in and out of the blonde woman's mouth a number of times, swinging her slightly back and forth, thrilling to the pressure of her lips and tongue around his gigantic pike. His ass moved in and out as if he were fucking into the pliant center of a pussy.

"Now you!" Sal said to Mike as he continued more violently pounding the length of his throbbing organ in and out of the woman's automatically sucking mouth. 'The lower half of her body, which is upside-down, is tilted toward you, so her cunt is aimed almost directly at yer cock. Now slip your cock into her cunt, Mike, and bang this lovely broad until you fill her with sperm.

Give it to her hard! Stuff her, really cram her full of cock! If we swing her back and forth between us, we'll all of us get one helluva charge out of it."

"You sure you wanna do it this way?" Mike asked, pretending to hesitate a little.

Donna worked the throbbing length of penile piston from her mouth for a moment and gasped, "Mike, for God's sake, don't give him any flak. Do as he says. Fuck me . . . right in the cunt."

"You're sure?" Mike asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure," Donna gasped.

"You heard her," Sal encouraged, as if shouting his approval as the beautiful blonde automatically gobbled the full length of his throbbing cock right back into her mouth. "Fill that luscious pink cunt of hers with your cock, buddy. Jam it right in there, and let's see which one of us comes first."

Mike smiled, still acting as if he were an unwilling participant to all this. He moved in slowly, the throbbing length of his own gigantic prick hot and hard. He dipped the head of his wide cock into the cuntal opening proferred to him by the lovely blonde and got it covered with her juices. He moved the cock-head around and around before finally centering it.

"In this position you're gonna be tighter than ever," Mike told her. "I just hope I don't hurtcha too much!" And then he began prodding his cock forward.

"Gggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!" the helpless blonde groaned, her hot mouth melting over the length of Sal's pulsating phallus as her dribbling saliva soaked her nose and also covered the man's scrotum.

She found herself gurgling helplessly around the throbbing cock as it sank even deeper into her narrow pharynx.

"Ohhhh yeeaaaahhhhhh!" Big Sal gasped out loud. "That's the way to do it, lady! Use that upper lip of yours to nibble at my balls, as well."

Mike was fantastically aroused by the erotic play taking place before him. It was obvious from the way Donna was sucking that even if she was an unwilling participant, she had automatically learned how to suck cock in a way that not only pleased men, but pleased herself, as well. Yeah, the chick was really learning, now. By the time he was through with her, her husband would be overjoyed.

Backing his throbbing cock slightly out of the shell-shaped cunt, the handsome man smiled and then slammed it solidly right back into the narrowed tunnel, a tunnel made even more narrow by her hanging position. He slammed his cock as far in as possible, until only his balls were outside. Her cunt clenched around his cock in a tight spasm.

"Gggggglllluuuurrrrrrggggggghhhhh!" the beautiful blonde gasped, her howls of agony muffled by the fantastic length of Big Sal's mighty muscle. The thick cock attached to Mike slid into her cunt again, then again, and her vocal chrods cibrated, tossing the pulsating penis of the older man around in the narrowness of her throat as if it were a waving matclistick. The vibrations strumming against his sensitive cock-tip made the fucking older man bellow with delight again and again. His throbbing cock drilled between Donna's lips at a madly furious pace.

"Gggggglllllllrrrrggggghhhhhh . . . ggggggghhhho-ooooommmmmmpphhhhh.. . . " the lovely blonde moaned as the two men began violently pounding into her. The position she was in, with blood still rushing to her head, took some of the edge off her enjoyment, and yet, she was still able to feel more than enough pleasure coming through.

"Ohhhhh Christ! What a cunt you have, Donna," Mike gasped, moaning out loud as he continually sawed his throbbing length in and out of her creaming center. He moved the organ as rapidly as possible, savoring the tightly jerking grasp around the length of his pulsating prick.

"She has one helluva mouth, Mike!" the powerful-looking older man said, himself howling with arousal and enjoyment, his moving steam drill of cock shuttling in and out at the speed of light.

The skewered twenty-year old woman continued wiggling as she bucked back and forth in the makeshift harness of two ropes, her frenetic motion only driving the twin penises that much deeper in to her two cavities. The movement of her firmly jutting tits, slapping against Big Sal's body and also slapping against one another was sending a series of small electric thrills surging through her entire body until she thought she felt electricity in her asshole as well as her cunt.

Because of the position he was in while fucking her, Mike was able to see the tiny pink marble of her vagina, and reaching down, he fingered it while continuing to cram his penis in and out of the tight vaginal tunnel below. At the same time he pushed a finger slowly into the narrow tunnel of her rectum, enhancing the electric feeling for her.

"Gggggghhhhrrrrrrooooggggggghhhhh!" Donna gasped gutturally, her clogged throat sounds filling the small home gymnasium as Mike continued fingering her clitoris.

It finally became too much for the lovely blonde. She felt as if someone had set off a cannon in the depths of her super-heated vagina.

The moaning, groaning, writhing blonde continued jerking and lurching uncontrollably between the penises as if both men were firing thousands of volts of electricity into her, because her vaginal climax had set off an oral climax, as well, and her entire body felt thrilled beyond measure. She came a second, third, and fourth time, tightening around the reaming cocks in her squeezing cunt and grasping mouth, and a final orgasm overwhelmed her and took total control of her.

Now it was Mike's turn. He had gone two-on-one before, but he had never fucked a woman in this position. Christ! It was so damned arousing.

"CAN'T HOLD BAAACCK . . . GONNA COME . . . YYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH . . . HERE I GO . . . YYYYYYYEEEEAAAAARRRRRGGG HH-HHUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, and unleashed a torrent of seminal geyser in the depths of her sodden cunt. Blast after blast of white froth filled the pink cavity between Donna's thighs, an incandescent flashing of fluid arching its way up the length of the gurgling woman's vaginal canal.

Donna coughed, choked, and squealed with joy, her mouth clamping all the more tightly around the prick splitting her gullet as the heated flow of sperm continued filling her cunt and spilling out.

It was at this point that Big Sal lost control of himself.

"SUCK ME, BABBYYY . . . SUCK . . . SUCK . . . SUCK . . . THATTA GIRLLLLLL . . . YYYYYEEE-EEAAAHHHHH.. . DONT STOP NOWWWW WW-WW . . . HHHHHAAAANNNGGGGGGGHHH!"

The initial heady spurts of sperm washed down the beautiful blonde's narrow throat and she sucked hard, more than happy to comply, though very liglitheaded because she was upside-down. She gulped the seminal fluid eagerly, increasing the pressure of her suctioning mouth on the thick tube of the man's powerful cock. She drew all the steamy lava from it before feeling it start to soften.

The two men finished, then helped Donna down from her hanging position. She grabbed her clothes and hurried into the downstairs bathroom where she washed and then dressed.

Emerging from the bathroom, she went upstairs where she found the two men, fully dressed, sitting and waiting for her.

"Okay," Mike told her. "We got all the measurements of the windows, and we'll call and letcha know when they'll be ready to be installed."

Donna merely nodded.