Chapter 7
The situation wasn't just tense, it was dangerous. Danger hung in the air like a fuse burning. Sheila got slowly to her feet, edging away from both of them. She licked her lips. "Y ... you'd better get out of here."
Marsha was on her feet with that evil grin on her face. Her eyes held a depraved look. Mike looked malicious and was obviously enjoying himself. They moved after her slowly, indolently.
Sheila instinctively backed toward the bedroom. There was a door there she could close and lock. She thought fast, appraising her situation. She knew she was in a dangerous spot. If she yelled, attracted the neighbors, called the police, it would be their word against hers. Both of them were angry enough to tell the truth ... and when it came out they were making pornographic movies ... and had known Sheila before ... and she had been seen having drinks with them at the Pine Inn ... when it all came out, she would be exposed.
Worse than that, the danger existed that Scott might, at any minute, come home. He sometimes stopped home unexpectedly at lunch time or if business happened to bring him nearby. Neighbors sometimes called at the door on some errand or other. Anyone could come and find them-Mike and Marsha-there.
Sheila said, "Stop, think a moment. You could get in trouble."
Mike laughed. "Nope. All wrong. It's you that's in trouble."
Sheila felt like screaming or going insane. At any moment, her carefully constructed world could crumble. At any moment, she could find herself in a violent scene in which her life was destroyed.
Worse than that was the very real menace of Mike and Marsha. It wasn't fear of violence-she knew they wouldn't hurt her unless she wanted them to-it was a deep screaming fear of herself and what they would do to her ... how they would tempt her, tease her, force her to a point where something in her went a little berserk.
"P ... please, please, PLEEEEE-EEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSE!!"
She turned and ran for the bedroom and tried to close the door but Mike was too quick for her. And too strong; he held the door open with laughing ease. Marsha slipped into the bedroom with a fluid, wicked ease. Quickly she pulled the drapes and began unzipping her dress. Mike came slowly into the room, unzipping his fly while grinning at Sheila.
"N ... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" She wailed out her anguish, turning first to one, then the other, backing away from them in her high heels, half crouching, backing into a corner of the small bedroom.
Mike laughed contemptuously. "Think we're going to rape you?"
Marsha brayed out her hoarse laugh. "Wouldn't she just love that?"
"Hell, we're not going to touch you. Just want you to watch, that's all."
"NOOOO! Listen," she said, pausing to catch her breath and control her voice (what if the neighbors hear?) before she continued. "You'd better get out of here!"
Marsha stripped off her dress with silky movements and stood in her high heels and panties and bra. The bra was a half-bra, the kind that Marsha liked because they thrust her breasts together and upward and, occasionally, her nipples would work themselves provocatively free. One of them was doing it as Sheila watched. It was pointed with excitement and stood out lewdly. Her black panties were so brief they were little more than a G-string, barely covering her pubic hair. Her creamy buttocks were practically naked, with the panties pinching in the fleshy deep crevice between her ample cheeks.
Mike held a hand up, palm out. He was naked to the waist and Sheila saw his lean waist and rippling muscles. "Okay, we'll make a deal."
Sheila was ready to grab at any straw. "What?"
"We figure you owe us something. Just this once, you watch us have sex on your bed, and we'll consider the whole thing even. You'll never see us again."
Sheila frowned. "That's crazy. Why? Why not just tell me off and get out?"
"Because." Mike's voice was low and insinuating. "It would be fun. Kind of freaky, you know. It'll be something different. A new kick."
A new kick. The words lingered in Sheila's mind. It was insane and they weren't sincere. Still ... it was the only chance she had. "Just this once?"
With a straight face, Mike held up his hand. "Scout's honor."
Sheila licked her lips and kept clasping and unclasping her hands. "Okay. Just this once. I'll wait in the other room."
Marsha wagged a finger. "That's a no-no. Gotta be here watching."
Mike walked over to Marsha and let his hand smooth down over her silken stomach until it cupped over her cunt. Gently, he massaged it while their lips met and theft wetly glistening tongues licked at one another. "Let her go," he said. "Let her be in the other room with the door open."
"Mmmmnnnmmmm." Marsha spread her legs as her hand fumbled in his open fly, groping for his hardening penis.
Sheila fled the room as quickly as possible. She stood in the living room not knowing what to do. She hurried to the windows and checked the lawn and the street. All was quiet and ordinary. Stealthily, she put the chain lock on the door ... not to keep Mike and Marsha from getting out but to keep anyone from getting in, should they come to the front door.
She paced the floor, not knowing what to do. It was ten-thirty. She could say she had to meet Scott for lunch. She sat down and nervously smoked a cigarette. Above all, she hoped that no one-Scott in particular-came to the house while Mike and Marsha were occupied in the bedroom.
It was a contest that was going on in that small cottage, and Sheila knew it. It was a deadly contest with high stakes-Sheila's body and soul.
She sat smiling furiously, trying not to think of them, trying to ignore what was going on in her bedroom, trying to block out the sounds that were coming from there. She heard Marsha's moan and Mike's grunt. She heard Marsha giggle in a throaty way and she heard the sounds of the sheets being pulled down.
They were going to have sex on her bed ... they were going to have lewd cold-blooded sex on the same bed that Scott and she slept on. They were going to do everything obscene they could think of on her bed.
Try as she might, she couldn't keep the thought out of her head. She got up and paced to the kitchen and hastily poured herself a stiff drink. She gulped it down and stood catching her breath, thinking: Get a hold on yourself. Don't give in!
Still ... it was an intriguing idea. It was dangerous and stimulating! All of them could be caught at any moment! What would Scott say if he came home? What could she do? How was she going to feel the next time, in the dark, in that bed, when Scott wanted to make love to her? What were they actually doing to one another in that bed?
She had to see ... she simply had to see. She promised herself that she would have one look, that's all, one look and no more. She tiptoed across the room, listening to the stillness in the house and the slight suggestive noises coming from the bedroom. She tiptoed softly, out of sight, positioning herself carefully, unable to resist the thrill that ran through her loins. It was exciting watching two people when they didn't know. All sorts of delicious and arousing possibilities danced in her mind.
She half crouched and saw the two of them naked, on the bed, her bed. Marsha was crouched on all fours and her face was contorted with the crude lust and excitement she was feeling at the moment. She moaned with each little panting breath that came from her open mouth.
Mike was kneeling behind her and was crouched over her nude body. He had his cock buried to the hilt in her exposed cunt from behind. He was slowly and deliberately fucking her and Sheila saw his thick cock slowly withdrawing, its sides and shaft glistening with Marsha's excitement. She saw Marsha's cunt lips rolling outward, a bright pink, as he withdrew. Her buttocks and thighs were trembling as he pulled his cock out to the mushroom head and then Marsha moaned with delight as he shoved his cock back home with a lewd slow motion.
But that wasn't all he was doing to Marsha. She was crouched on her hands and knees with her thighs widespread while Mike leaned his weight over her. She was using her strength to help hold him up as he used one hand to reach under and roughly, daringly, firmly massage her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples hard enough to bring little grimaces of pain to Marsha's tortured face.
But that wasn't all he was doing with Marsha. With his other hand, he was reaching under and around to Marsha's vulnerable groin. With two expert fingers, he spread her cunt lips wide, revealing her cunt a coral pink, and a third finger was abusing and exciting Marsha's clitoris. Marsha's body was tense, her neck arched as Mike slowly and salaciously fucked and caressed her.
Sheila felt her breath coming in tight little twinges as she watched. In her mind she saw herself on that bed with Scott doing that to her ... and Mike and Marsha watching.
She forced herself to back away from the door. She sat down with a sigh and, her hands shaking, lit a other cigarette. She knew she was an exhibitionist, but she couldn't help it. She found the palms of her hands sweaty and her heart was pounding as she hastily snuffed the cigarette out and hurried back to the crack in the door.
She arrived just in time to see Mike pull his swelling prick out of Marsha's clasping cunt. She saw it erect in the air, glistening like some primeval stump, and she shivered. They were shifting positions. Sheila knew Mike and knew he had just done that to Marsha in order to excite her. To intensify her desire. He had given sexual pleasure and torment to her in order to excite her but not to give her an orgasm. He always stopped short of her cum and went on to something else. Now his marauding hands were withdrawn and Sheila knew Marsha was feeling the double pleasure of pain mixed with sexual delights. She shivered and felt her own cunt growing moist.
She wondered how many other women ever got to watch sex in their own bed? She crouched down and watched as Marsha lay on her back, her lovely body completely exposed. Mike crawled over her, grinning, his huge thick cock swaying between his legs. Marsha lay with her legs spread wide ready for anything. Sheila watched as Mike ignored her cunt and crawled up her, putting his knees on either shoulder, firmly pinning Marsha in place.
She struggled, trying to get her arms free so she could reach his prick, but she failed. Mike wouldn't let her free, pinning her easily in place with his weight. She craned her neck, trying to reach his cock, her hot, wet mouth open, her tongue curling.
With a deft movement, Mike reached for a pillow and wedged it under Marsha's neck, forcing her head up and forward. Reaching under himself, then leaning, he laid the shaft of his big cock in the depths of her cleavage, its blood-gorged head right in front of her face. Marsha arched her back, thrusting her breasts up as Mike reached down and roughly cupped one in each hand, squeezing them together around the hard, slippery shaft of his cock. Grinning, leaning forward slowly, he shoved the mushroom head into Marsha's willing hot mouth. Marsha's lips looked like they were pouting as she wrapped them wetly around the throbbing head and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and twirled her tongue.
Sheila watched, her vision suddenly blurred by a fever in her blood. She watched, seeing Mike's naked buttocks tense and his long thighs tremble as his hips started a slow pumping in and out of Marsha's mouth. He was fucking her with that same slow, infuriating, delicious, teasing movement of his. It was cold-blooded and dirty and Sheila loved it.
Suddenly, without warning, Mike and Marsha shifted and all she could see was their slowly writhing legs. Try as she might, she couldn't get a better angle. But if she wanted to see, there was nothing stopping her. They said they wanted her to watch.
Nothing wrong if I watch.
It was almost as if it was another girl who happened to look like Sheila drifted into the room. She went in soundlessly, like a ghost, and stood by the door watching their slow, studied impossibly brazen lovemaking.
Slowly, Marsha had writhed and struggled to get more cock in her mouth. Slowly, her eyes closed, her mouth open, Marsha lashed at his prick with a tongue of velvet hot fire. Slowly, he gave in to her wild lashings and her deep juicy sucking. His body relaxed until he collapsed over on his side and then his back as Marsha got up like some big cat, never taking her lips from his cock. Once he was flat on his back, she began sucking him off with all her might, taking all she could of his thick long cock in her mouth, sucking until her lips hollowed and the prick pulled free from her mouth and her wild wet tongue came out to flail the blunt end. Then her greedy mouth would suck the head in again and she would bob her head up and down a few times before swallowing as much of the rock-hard penis as she could.
Suddenly, as if she had known all along, Marsha's eyes rolled up and saw Sheila standing there.
As if by some invisible signal, Mike opened his eyes and saw Sheila's dark gypsy face hovering inside the door and her breasts heaving as she watched what they were doing with a hypnotic look in her gaze.
Nothing was said. Marsha held out her hand, offering it to Sheila, and Sheila obediently walked to the bed and took the hot hand in hers. Marsha's grip was strong as it pulled her down on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Mike's groin, watching Marsha's head bob up and down.
Behind her, she felt Mike's hand running up her spine, and every nerve in her tingled. He massaged her back and she arched it as she felt sensual delight His hand went up to her neck where he suddenly gripped her hard. He held her imprisoned in place.
Again, as if by some invisible, silent signal, Marsha looked up and her hand reached up to pull Sheila down. They were forcing her head over and down, forcing her face down next to Marsha's. With a wet sucking sound, Marsha let Mike's cock slip from her mouth. Her hand was on the shaft, tilting the thick monster head in front of Sheila's face.
Sheila closed her eyes as she felt the blunt head, slippery and sleek, rubbing hard against her lips. The smell of sex and cum was thick in her nostrils as the cock rubbed harder and Sheila opened her mouth greedily and started sucking the cock with her eyes closed, her mouth tasting the pungent taste of sex and her body suddenly on fire with desire.
It was dangerous, it was exciting! They were risking everything and the danger only added sharpness and pleasure to the thrill.
Suddenly they were all writhing and they both were undressing her. She put up a feeble resistance for a few moments, trying to escape their shocking and perverted embraces and caresses. But she didn't really want to and gave in to their bold embraces as the two of them stripped her clothing from her.
Not a word was said. Nothing had to be said as all three knew what they were after. Sheila was naked and writhing on the bed as Mike seized her flimsy bra and tied one end tightly and roughly around one of Sheila's slender wrists. He tied the other end to the edge of the headboard. Marsha scurried to get Sheila's sheer panties from where they had been thrown on the floor and tied her other wrist to the headboard. Sheila was naked, her arms spread-eagled, on her own bed. She thought of the possibility of Scott coming home and finding her naked and helpless. Perhaps he would be so enraged he'd rape, her. A sick shudder and thrill ran through her at the thought and the utter helplessness of her position.
Not a word had been spoken since she came in the room. Mike and Marsha were at the foot of the bed, seizing her ankles and spreading her legs wide with Mike crawling between her legs and roughly, purposely, massaging the pulpy lips of her cunt and sticking his fingers up her tunnel, sawing them in and out while he grinned. He grinned at the shudder that went through Sheila's body at being so brutally used. He watched her strain her arms against her bonds and knew she was enjoying it.
Marsha, her expression greedy and depraved, sat on her slender stomach, her knees on either side. She smirked as she looked down. "Sometime ... I'm going to fuck you."
A faint smile was on Sheila's thick lips, they her face contorted as Mike shoved his fingers up her cunt once again.
Marsha's fingers played with Sheila's nipples as her hoarse whisper said, "I want a little pleasure from you." Lifting her weight, she began inching up Sheila's torso, her cunt split wide, her cunt-lips in a deep cleft.
Exciting herself even more, Sheila strained against her bonds, struggling a little as Marsha inched up over her breasts, kneeling now with her thighs split wide. Sheila looked up to see Marsha's gaping moist cunt right in front of her face. The swollen lips were parted with an unholy desire, and even as she watched she could see the lubricated cunt walls contract convulsively with an itching lewdness.
Marsha's face was contorted and she let out a cat-like hiss as she thrust her cunt down on Sheila's wild gypsy face and ground it around. She felt Sheila's tongue darting, curling up into her passage and she began slowly gyrating and rotating her hips, grinding her cunt down on Sheila's eager, greedy mouth.
Mike let out a hoarse cry when he saw what was happening, when he saw Marsha's naked buttocks split wide and writhing, undulating, pumping around.
He was on Sheila like a madman, his brutal blunt cock probing blindly, then finding Sheila's cunt and plunging home with a loud wet sound. He began fucking her all out, slamming his cock into her with a hoarse cry. Her whole body shuddered under each impact and yet ... yet her lovely hips ground back, thrusting out and moving, undulating as if they were on oiled springs.
It was a wild intense scene of utter debauchery as Mike, fucking brutally, savagely, leaned his head forward and willfully, hungrily, let his tongue lick wetly up the fleshy crevice between Marsha's buttocks that were writhing and twisting and convulsing before his eyes. His tongue trailed wetly over her taut anus and Marsha's whole body tensed and was absolutely motionless for a moment. Her buttocks spread wide in a delightful way, welcoming his tongue to its target. She waited what seemed an interminable second while Sheila's tongue flailed away, tormenting her cunt delightfully, and then Mike's hot velvet tongue struck again and Marsha moaned aloud, her head falling back and her hips churning and pumping like a belly dancer gone mad as the twin tongues lashed at her, rocketing her to an ecstatic cum.
"AAAAaaaaggghhhhhhhaaaaa!!"
Marsha seemed to soar higher, her hands flying to her breasts and cupping them, sacrificially offering them to some cum-God as her body jolted back and forth and her face twitched as she came again and again, over and over, in ecstasy, twitching and jerking like someone holding a high-voltage wire and unable to let go.
She finally fell slowly to one side, collapsing in a deep sensuous exhaustion.
She lay on her side, panting, watching Mike and Sheila through half-open eyes. Sensing Marsha's excitement, being overwhelmed by it, they went at each other like two big cats. Their mouths locked together except for when Sheila shook her mane of hair and wiggled her mouth loose. Then she licked his face and neck and shoulders with her curling warm tongue. She fought to suck his cock for a moment but lost, as Mike shoved his rigid prick home all the way in her hotly moist cunt and felt her vaginal lips contract tightly around the base of the shaft. They locked open mouths again and Mike pressed all his body against Sheila's yielding flesh. He wanted to dominate her and fuck her as he wished while she strained her arms against her wrists.
Marsha watched them as they fucked, their bodies glued together, their stomachs writhing. Mike was struggling to dominate Sheila and he did, fucking her hard and fast until her knees gradually bent a little more with each pounding, cock-hard thrust, and Sheila desperately wrapped her lovely long legs around his back, pulling him deeper into her and at the same time opening her cunt completely to his battering.
Her head thrashed from side to side as she realized the ecstatic danger she was in. Suppose Scott should choose this moment to come home?
She reveled, almost gloated over her complete helplessness and longed for more humiliation. She longed for an orgy in which she would be taken again and again. She imagined men surrounding her with thickly rigid cocks all over her body. Cocks bone-hard, throbbing, waiting to fuck her. She strained at her flimsy bonds and felt a strange masochistic thrill run through her. It was a dark and forbidden kind of a thrill, as addictive as the worst drug: once felt, she wanted it again and again.
Mike fucked her with all his might and the two of them struggled until Sheila's body suddenly lurched and she tore her face free to scream. "Aaagghhhaa!"
Her body snapped, and for a second she lifted both their bodies free of the bed as her back arched deeply, thrusting upward.
Mike fucked her with a snarl, literally pounding her back down to the bed and fucking even harder as her quivering flesh gave no resistance to him. Sheila lay moaning, her body trembling with each thrust as her eyes showed white and her face twitched as she still felt bolts of pleasure from her cum.
He came with a guttural triumphant cry, pumping his white hot cum into her convulsing cunt until he jerked himself into a collapse. The three of them lay in silence for a moment, panting, catching their breath and savoring the dregs of their compulsive behavior. Sheila unclenched her fists and looked at her hands and wrists and saw where her bra strings bit into her wrist. Mike crawled up to untie her. "I tell you," he said, catching his breath, "we just gotta do a movie."