Chapter 5
Throughout the rest of that night and all the next day, Donnymead Spa hummed with excitement. It would take a discerning spectator to sense it and see it, yet it was there. Something was going on at Donnymead. There were meetings in cabanas and whispered plans were made behind closed doors. Smiles, knowing smiles, were exchanged down by the pool. The older, respectable patrons ... those that came to Donnymead because it was clean and quiet ... didn't suspect a thing. Pete Marshall laughed a little more than usual and rubbed his hands together eagerly; Bob Baines had a knowing tomcat grin on his face all day and Linda and Lila took a long walk, their identical little fannies swishing in unison while they bent their heads together and talked. Mae worked in the massage room with a big grin on her face. All of her customers said her massage was extra good that day.
The excitement at Donnymead was subtle all day, mounting as another rosy, hot sunset came and the long shadows of night were cast across the desert floor. At the sound of a gong, guests quit whatever quiet, sunset activity they were doing and all walked toward the mess hall. Mona noticed a difference. Al was nicer to her than he had been in a long time. He was attentive and polite and ... undemanding. In fact, he didn't leave her alone all day long. At lunch, he insisted she have the Crab Louis when she wanted the diet plate. He was so insistent she said no three times and came near getting annoyed with him. It was the only bad moment in an otherwise nice day.
At dinner, he went ahead and ordered Beef Wellington for both of them and she let him, thinking that was what she had wanted all along. She was sorry when she ate it, for it had a strange taste or odor ... some herb or spice ... she couldn't quite identify.
The rest of the evening was hazy. She remembered the two of them walking back to their cabana. Al had pointed up and said, "Look at all the stars that are out tonight."
Mona had looked upward and her head fell back lackadaisically and stayed back as she stared up at the stars with glazed eyes.
She couldn't get over how shiny the stars were and it suddenly seemed to her that time was standing still, that she could put her head down and walk all over Donnymead Spa and find people frozen in time, in whatever activity they were doing at the moment. Then she felt lightheaded and all sorts of strange physical feelings came over her. She felt that she could feel every nerve in her body and that they all were tingling and singing in some kind of strange rhythm. With a visible shudder, she thought of horses, great stallions pawing the ground, and riding them bareback and naked with her wildly excited pussy grinding down on the coarse horse hair.
She remembered ... vaguely ... reaching the cabana. After that, Al was guiding a walking, utterly relaxed zombie. He barely got her to bed, when she keeled over and fell like a limp rag.
Satisfied, Al picked up the phone and called the Morgan cabana.
There was a movie at Donnymead Spa that evening, a popular western. Most of the older guests attended with some driving into Palm Springs for a night on the town. The area around the steam room was deserted. Inside the steam room, there was plenty going on. What was to happen was to be daring and a rival of the celebrated Black Mass. The object of all attention: one deeply sleeping young girl ... Mona Weathers. She was drugged on a combination of hashish and sleeping pills. She had digested both in the Beef Wellington. She had eaten enough hashish to keep her loose as a goose for a week.
Harry and Mae had pushed some benches together and laid mats across them. On this platform, on this sort of alter, lay Mona Weathers, sound asleep.
The door to the steam room was bolted from the inside with a deadening click and the steam was turned on. The participants in the orgy gathered around the sleeping figure of Mona. They were Harry and Mae, Al, Pete Marshall and Bob Baines, and the twins. The twins were dressed alike except that Linda was wearing black boots, and Lila was wearing bright red. All of them except Al were a little drunk.
Al was a desperate man and more than a little worried. He knew Mona better than any of them, and he feared what was going to happen in the next few moments. Mona could go berserk! He knew that a lot of rules and laws about sex had been relaxed, and the authorities looked the other way in a great number of cases, yet no one overlooked forcible rape. When Mona woke up and found out what was happening to her, there could be hell to pay. He was relying heavily on the word of Harry Morgan who had said, "I'm going to fix up your marriage. After a couple of hours in our steam room, you won't know your wife."
Al swallowed hard ... he felt like the man who, after sticking his head in a lion's jaws, is asked to stick it in further. There was no turning back for him ... Harry had literally blackmailed him into his present position. It was either-submitting Mona to an orgy or facing the county sheriff who was a very good friend of Harry's. Al gave in to the orgy because it was expediant and because ... deep down ... it was what he really wanted.
Pete and Bob had obviously been drinking. Their faces were florid and their breath reeked. The twins had been drinking a bit. In fact, Pete had a bottle which he held out with a flourish. "Better have a snort 'cause I'm going to fuck that wife of yours silly."
Al was stung by the vulgar remark yet he took the bottle, wondering when he was going to grow up. He took a long pull of whiskey and gagged it down. A sudden recklessness came over him ... what the hell, why not, why not blow the whole thing?
The steam was beginning to make a mist in the room and people began removing articles of clothing. Al drank from the bottle again and again, summoning up an alcoholic courage. He looked down at the sleeping form of Mona. She looked so lovely, so Goddamned sensual. Even with her clothes on, her body was tempting.
Her firm young breasts which were so perfectly rounded and filled out, strained against the confines of her brassiere and dress. She lay asleep with a mist of steam gathering on her hair. She lay perfectly relaxed with her legs slightly apart. Everyone stood around her unconscious form, passing the bottle of whiskey around, taking in her body-her tiny, slender waist, her beautifully wide hips, her firmly formed thighs and long tapering legs. Suddenly, almost as if activated by some signal, hands began to roam over her lush young body ... male and female hands, and Mona stirred slightly in her sleep. Al looked questioningly at Harry.
"She'll wake up with the heat and her own horniness."
"You sure?"
Harry smiled. "I've never seen a woman yet that wasn't-when you got past all the bullshit-as horny as hell. Believe me, by the time she wakes up, she'll be begging to be fucked."
Nervously, Al licked his lips. "I sure hope you're right."
Harry took a swig from the bottle and passed it on. "I know I'm right. You say you haven't had sex for months. You're horny, we all know that."
Laughter, almost jeering, went around the benches.
"So she's horny too. Trouble is, she can't admit it consciously. You told me the way she talks about sex. The girl has a block. By the time she becomes aware of what is happening to her, she'll be fucking like a little mink."
Pete Marshall began laughing and struggling drunkenly out of his clothes. "Man, look at that broad. I've wanted to fuck the shit out of her ever since the first second I saw her!"
Linda shrugged to Lila. "Pete always was the sentimental one."
Clothes were beginning to be thrown everywhere as the steam increased in the room, billowing up in great clouds. The heat was becoming intense, and Al looked around with wide, disbelieving eyes. The twins, Lila and Linda, were casually stripping down until all they were wearing were their boots. Then they stood nakedly next to him brazenly thrusting out their hips. Lila said, "We're going to take care of you, Al, baby, while the men take care of your wife."
Al looked bewildered. "W ... what?"
Pete laughed and nudged Bob. "An old fashioned gang-bang."
Al looked at Harry and Pete and Bob. They were all naked and beginning to sweat a little. Their rapidly growing cocks were swelling and beginning to stand up like some ancient weapon. Pete, drunker than the other two, stroked his cock in one hand, his purplish mushroom head showing while he looked down at the restlessly sleeping Mona with a lascivious smile.
"W ... wait, you ... you didn't say anything about ... all of you." Al stuttered.
"It's the only way. Relax, pal, you're getting all the women."
Al looked at the twins, at their firmly out-thrust breasts with the nipples already hardening ... at their naked identical torsos that were beginning to glisten. The heat in the room was beginning to become unbearable, and he and Mona were the only people still dressed. Mae had shed her clothes and now stood with her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. "Ever fucked three women at the same time, Al, baby?"
Dumbly he shook his head. His eagerly excited cock shot to an erect life in his pants as he remembered seeing Harry with the twins! The women silently surrounded him, tugging at his clothes, stripping him naked.
Even as excited as he was, Al couldn't take his eyes from Mona and the three naked men surrounding her. He felt himself being pushed down on a mat, and he allowed it to happen as, with some apprehension, he watched what they were doing to his wife.
Her shoes came off first. Then they rolled her over to unzip her dress and pull it down, revealing her creamy white shoulders. The men were muttering to one another as they pawed her lush young body and pulled the dress off. They were getting hasty and crude as they unclasped her brassiere and it fell limp as her proudly quivering breasts leaped free. They paused for a moment, looking at her body clad only in panties, a garter belt and stockings, then their lust-dazed eyes returned to her full firm breasts which were free and completely at their mercy.
"Look at those tits!" Pete said, his voice no more than a growl.
Mae, naked, stroking Al's naked chest, whispered in his ear, "Mmmmmmm, look at her. Jesus, I didn't know your wife was so lovely."
Mona's breasts were perfectly formed, like twin melons, full and rounded with perky little nipples. The men gloated over her near-naked form and their hands began a not-too-gentle massaging of her soft fleshed mounds.
Al watched in fascinated horror as the three women completely stripped him of his clothes and obscenely fondled his thickly erect cock. He felt it growing bigger and harder under their ministrations, exciting in itself but further heightened by the sight of his wife helplessly sprawled, nearly naked, while the men massaged and fondled and pinched her ripe young breasts.
Mona stirred in her drugged sleep, turning her head and moaning slightly.
"Look at the little bitch, I told you she'd like it." Harry was gloating as his thumb and forefinger held one of her taut nipples and he pinched and massaged it into an even more erect life.
Pete chuckled. "Hell, when we get through, she'll be fucking the doorknob."
Mona's restly stirring body was beginning to glisten with sweat as the men shoved their hands under her smooth round buttocks, roughly cupping her ass-cheeks and lifting her hips free of the mats. Mona stayed perfectly relaxed, her full firm breasts spreading lewdly as her hips were thrust up in the air and the men began peeling the now-wet panties from her body. "Leave her garter belt on," Bob Baines said in a hoarse voice. "I like 'em with stockings and a garter belt."
The heat in the room was becoming intense, searing to Al's lungs as the women toyed with his lean muscular body. Linda, blonde, clad only in black boots, her naked young body totally glistening with sweat, knelt between Al's spread legs and took his long thick cock in both her hands and stroked it up and down. Mae and Lila, both moaning rapturously, began to caress each other's whitely gleaming breasts, exciting one another, mounting their passion for the orgy to come.
All three men had peeled off Mona's panties and now she lay sprawled, obscenely naked, the tight garter belt around her slender waist, the black lacy straps hanging down her gently curving thighs and cinched in to her stockings. Her pubic mound was beautifully rounded and her vaginal lips were full, showing the hot valley of her pink little pussy. Everyone stared hungrily at her succulent young cunt as Harry and Pete each grabbed a shapely leg and spread them wide apart.
"Hot damn!" Bob Baines exclaimed as he bent his sweating face over her warmly perfumed vagina. With the fingers of both hands, he slowly pulled her wetly swollen lips apart, revealing the gleaming pink walls of her cunt. All the men bent to look, their mouths hanging open to get a better look, at the mouth-watering sight.
"Let me fuck her!" Pete exclaimed drunkenly and tried to elbow them aside.
"Not so fast," Bob said, still holding the warmly throbbing cuntal lips apart.
"He's right," Harry said, a hand on Pete's arm to restrain him. "We gotta get her hot first."
Pete sulked. "If you'd let me fuck her, she'd get hot all right."
Al watched with the same kind of fascination one watches a house on fire or a snake stalking a rabbit. He had the feeling it really wasn't happening to him. Next to where he was lying, Mae and Lila were standing up facing each other, and their hands were caressing one another's sweat-drenched buttocks. Their hands were cupping each other's softly fleshed ass-cheeks, and their hips were thrust wantonly forward so that their pubic hair and impatiently quivering pussies were meeting and rubbing. They stared in lewd fascination, watching what was happening to Mona and leaning back, away from each other, joined at the hip and thighs. Slowly, obscenely, they began grinding and pumping their hips together, rubbing their clitorises against each other's pubic mound and mewling in an undeniable hunger.
Linda was kneeling between Al's legs, her black boots contrasting with her naked body, her hands on his wildly pulsating cock, gently squeezing it and absent-mindedly stroking it as she was watching what the three naked men were doing to Mona. Her expression was one of almost complete depravity. Al had the feeling that there was nothing she wouldn't do for a thrill. He felt his desire-thickened penis lurch, and he realized he was just as bad, if not worse, than the twin ... for, after all, it was his wife who was sprawled wantonly, obscenely, her mouth a little open, her eyes still closed, her drugged young body utterly limp and yielding to whatever the men wanted to do to her. Her legs, clad in sheer stockings, were spread wide, and he could see the tightly bulging crevice of her smooth white buttocks beneath her and her wetly glistening, coral-pink cunt that was being spread wide apart by the thumbs of Bob Baines.
"I'm going to eat a little of that pussy." And with that, Bob bent his head, and Al watched as his wet red tongue came out and slowly curled into his wife's tightly moist cunt. Al-and everyone else-watched as Bob's long wet tongue curled and flicked up and down the entire length of Mona's fevered young cunt. Mona's eyelids fluttered and a little sound, half-animal, half-moan, bubbled from her lips as Bob's tongue began to lick rhythmically up and down. He toyed with her erect little clitoris, rolling it around with his tongue until it stood up, taut with excitement.
A low lewd moan ran through the room and sweating bodies began to move excitedly as everyone watched the three men surrounding the inert body of Mona. Al felt something warmly soft, like velvet, touch the sensitive end of his wildly aroused cock. He looked down to see Linda holding his thickly rigid penis erect with the palms of her hands and the ruby tip of her tongue wetly licking the very tip of his lust-swollen cock-head. He let his head drop back with a low moan of delight, and his eyes went again to his wife. Steam clouds drifted in the room, and Mona looked like a sacrificed victim at the gates of hell as she lay with her legs obscenely spread open while Bob's hotly curling tongue traveled the length of her saliva moistened cuntal slit.
Still clad in her stockings and garter belt, Mona groaned loudly once and the men all stared triumphantly at each other for it was obvious that she was beginning to enjoy it. Low, indistinct moans were coming from her wetly parted lips, and her gently curved hips were beginning to slowly, lazily, writhe and twist as Bob Baines abruptly stuck his tongue all the way up her hotly throbbing cunt; Pete and Harry watched, growing more and more excited. Harry seized one of her ripely voluptuous breasts in both hands, cupping it so that the nipple stuck up tautly. He bent over and his hot mouth locked hungrily on the nipple, sucking and biting it while Pete drunkenly did the same with the other soft quivering mound. Al was presented with the lewd spectacle of his naked young wife being licked and sucked and tongue fucked into an obscene frenzy. Her hips were beginning to buck and pump in a wantonly abandoned way.
Al got up on his elbows. The sight of his usually frigid wife acting like an eager whore was too much to bear, he wanted to fuck her! Now! Just then Linda, crouched between his legs, let her warm elastic lips slip down over the massively pulsating head of his cock, her tongue twirling as she crooned hungrily over the long thick shaft. Giggling, both Mae and Lila stopped their lewd gyrations and joined Linda, all three of the nakedly voluptuous women squabbling over the right to suck his rigidly erected penis. Probing, caressing hands were all over him, exciting him all the more as he Watched his innocent young wife being so obscenely used by three strangers.
Mona was becoming wildly aroused. Her arms were beginning to move about, groping for something and her moans were more distinct as she mumbled something.
Then, it happened.
Mona opened her eyes as her firmly ripened breasts rose and fell in the heavy heat. Her eyes opened wide and even a casual observer could tell she was drugged. Her eyes were glazed and unfocussed and, as she felt the hot licking tongues on her warmly quivering breasts and cunt, she smiled lewdly and moaned out her pleasure as her hips undulated up and down like a belly dancer moving in slow motion.
Yet, her eyes opened again.
This time she stared straight up into the billowing steam, and she tried to catch her breath in the intense heat; this only made her melon-like breasts rise and fall lewdly with the two men sucking on her nipples all the harder.
Al's buttocks were clenched tight as Linda cupped a cheek in each hand and sucked harder and faster on his cock while Mae Morgan and the red-booted Lila rubbed their sweat-glistening breasts and nipples all over his body. He was suddenly too far gone in lust to care what the naked men did to his wife, but he did watch with a wildly growing obscene glee as she abruptly realized where she was and what was happening to her.
"No! NO! NOOOOOO!!"
Mona suddenly screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The men were more than her equal, but her writhing young body was covered with a sweat and she was slippery and difficult to hold. She twisted and kicked her legs and swung her arms. Her futile efforts only served to increase the wildly sensual excitement in the room. As her struggles increased, her stockings gradually became torn as they fought with her, subduing her, forcing her back down helplessly on the mat. "NOOOOOO! GOD! HELP! HELLLLPPPP!!"
Harry's cruel laughter rang out. "Yelling ain't going to do you any good. No one can hear you outside of this room."
"Help, My God, Al, help me, please, please, God, help me. Al, please, Pleeeeeeezzzzzz!"
A lewd sadistic thrill ran through Al as he caressed Mae's ripely swaying breasts then Lila's, pinching their nipples and cupping a soft warm breast in each of his hands. It was the first time Mona had ever pleaded for anything, and to hear her do so only aroused him all the more. Harry was right! She had to be tamed!
Mona was pinned down on the mat, but continued to writhe and struggle, her lushly naked body covered with a fine film of sweat. The men were over her with their rampant cocks at the ready. "Come on, let's get on with it!" Pete Marshall declared.
"I want her cunt," Bob Baines enjoined, his hand slowly stroking his huge bulbous penis in a threatening rigidity.
"I get her asshole," Harry grinned hungrily, his tongue swirling around his mouth. "Guess that leaves you with her hot little mouth, Pete."
The innocent young wife cringed down on the mat in terror as the lewd words flickered through her drugged mind. Dimly, she realized they were actually going to do all those obscene things to her! She turned her head to see her husband lying naked, with one of the twins eagerly sucking his wetly glistening penis in an obscene rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of his thick shaft of male flesh into her tightly ovaled mouth. Mae Morgan and the other twin were over him, caressing him, and Al was trying to pull Mae's beautifully contoured hips around to the point where she could straddle his face on her knees and he could lick her warmly moistened cunt.
It was mad! It was insane! It was like a scene from a lewd and obscene hell. Steam swirled all around the nakedly writhing bodies. Once more, desperately, she called out, "Al, please help me, pleeeeeezzzzz!!"
"Okay Pete, you gotta hold her tight until we both get our pricks in her, then you can let her suck you off." Harry's words shattered against her tortured mind. There was nothing she could do ... absolutely nothing! They intended to defile her in this way and there was nothing she could do about it!
Harry walked to the other side of the bench, and she felt the mattress give as he rolled her over on her stomach and pressed her face tightly down into the mat. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his hot throbbing cock insinuated in the softly yielding crease of her buttocks as he half rolled onto her and began to smooth his hand over her slippery, sweating skin.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... she's soft like silk," he said, his big expert hand moving up to clutch at her fearfully cringing breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, just feel that firm young tit."
They did, each one in turn and harshly, while Harry's outstretched middle finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind and then thrust wetly up into her softly yielding vagina. From that second on, hands were all over her glistening, sweating body, tearing at her stockings, leaving only the garter belt in place which only accentuated her helpless nakedness. Hands were all over her, but none were as lewd and lasciviously threatening as Harry's who forced her tighter down on her stomach, spread the soft doughy cheeks of her buttocks apart and began to unmercifully taunt her tightly puckered anus.
"God, would you two look at that beautiful little asshole?" he hungrily asked the others. 'Tighter than a cat's pussy!"
"Go on Harry," Pete's drunken eyes were bulging excitedly. "Fuck her asshole! Shove your cock into it!"
And then, in quivering dread, Mona felt his thumbs opening her fearfully trembling ass cheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even further. She clamped down with her muscles, tightly clenching the smooth ivory spheres and tried to hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes, and, as he pressured them further open she could feel the hot insinuating steam of the room brush over the tightly puckered mouth of her rectum. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks as she heard the men gasp obscenely and Harry's outstretched finger teased at her tiny rubbery anal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the finger up to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of her buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist.
Harry, kneeling above her trembling buttocks grinned like a tomcat. "Look at that little asshole grab, will you?"
"Well go on, damn it, ram it to her." Bob Baines exclaimed impatiently. "I'm gonna shoot my wad all over her back if you don't."
"Just slow down ... we got all night and besides, we wanna be sure she'll come back for seconds," Harry said tauntingly. "She's really got to be ready to take three cocks at the same time."
"She's ready, she's ready, look at her squirm!" Pete almost screamed, mistaking Mona's desperate movement to escape the impaling finger in her anus for passion. "Come on, let's fuck her!"
Harry grinned lewdly again and thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young wife to grunt painfully and helplessly from deep in her chest while he rammed and sawed in and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, in a drugged state, in hopeless desperation, Mona relaxed in resigned surrender. She wished she could pass out or that they would hurry and get it over with. Her despairing eyes rolled in her head until she could see her husband Al across the way. He and his sweating partners were covered in a veil of steam. They were writhing lewdly on a mat spread over a bench. The twins were naked and identical except for the boots they so wantonly wore. One girl, Linda, was lying on her back, her legs so obscenely split that they hung half-off the sides of the bench. Her lewd sister, naked except for a pair of red, high-heeled boots, crouched over her. Then, her hips undulating and squirming, Lila lay down on her identical self. It was like a naked girl pressing herself against a mirror. Their perfectly matched pussies met and writhed slowly and sensuously together. The girl on top, Lila, lasciviously spread her legs, and Mona could plainly see their identical pink cunts gaping and twitching as they seethed lewdly together.
And Al was crouched behind Lila, caressing her smoothly churning buttocks and flicking his thumbs over her anus. Mona watched in fascinated horror as her husband grasped his long thick shaft in his hand, and slowly sank his lust-swollen cock-head in Lila's moistly quivering cunt while Linda ground her passionately trembling pussy upwards from below.
Behind Mona's back, Harry was kneeling and pulling the heavy foreskin of his massive un circumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, before guiding it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger.
Once more, he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further onto her nakedly kneeling back to slowly press the huge head of his cock down into her moistly gaping vaginal lips. She shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her backside, it's throbbing head poised to leap at her snugly throbbing anus. He put his weight on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his hotly hungering cock directly at the fearfully cringing mouth of her back passage.
And then Mona felt it, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her frantically puckering anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the foggy steam as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"AAAAGGGGGAAAA! GOD!" She yelled out through tear streaked eyes. "You're hurting me-eeeee!"
"Don't worry, baby, it'll get better," Harry hissed down at the back of her wildly thrashing head.
And then she froze as she was, panting in the steam, as she felt her grostesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over the mushrooming cock-head, absorbing the probing tip of his thick invading penis. Thoughts of wild galloping horses was in her mind as the pain spread through her like wild-fire, and Harry grinned victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting little rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her defenselessly quivering buttocks jerked and twisted in a futile attempt to escape depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each frantic motion of her tortured young body, Harry's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass higher," he grunted to the others.
Mona felt their hands moving on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Harry lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his heatedly throbbing cock to enter deeply into her painfully stretched rectum. Mona felt warm tears trickling down her face, mingling with the sweat, and the pain spread, and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat.
Al pulled his wetly lubricated cock out of Lila's clutching young cunt and quickly sank it to the hilt in the other twin's eagerly twitching pussy. triumphantly, he looked across the misty steam room to see the desire-inflamed faces of Pete and Bob as they moved closer, wiping the sweat from their faces, toward his wife's helplessly up-raised buttocks to watch the heated rod of thickly hard flesh that was slipping deeper and deeper into the warm soft depths of her defenseless rectum ... until all of a sudden ... with a loud smacking noise it was unbelievably buried completely up in her belly as the heavily swaying balls hanging beneath slapped into the backs of her trembling young thighs.
Al moaned out his excitement and began fucking first one twin, then the next, by withdrawing his excitedly pulsating cock with each stroke and slamming its massive length back into the cuntal opening of the other twin. First fucking the top pussy, then the bottom ... then the top! He didn't know and didn't care who he was fucking, but he knew that Mae Morgan was eagerly caressing his tightly clenched buttocks as he fucked away.
Mae and he both were wildly excited by the obscene spectacle of his wife getting gang-banged by strangers. Jesus, he thought he was going to shoot his cum right away!
Mona had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack of these lust-incited men whose only desire was to satisfy their brutal carnal passions by using her helpless young body. The hurt was almost unbearable from Harry's inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest, it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Mona groaned aloud as she felt the long enormous cock flexing far up inside her belly now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender skin of her back passage. She became aware of Harry's hands tightly gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the painfully clenched depths of her ass. The agony continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans of protest and pleading from deep in her throat. The mat was slippery wet from her tears and sweat as Harry rammed into her with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his great thick cock right up her tightly puckering rectum until she could feel his heavily bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tightly straining cunt.
Bob Baines couldn't watch it any longer. His impatiently expanding penis felt like it was going to split its own foreskin and his sperm-laden balls pulsated with desire. He crawled up on the mat covered bench, his cock rock-hard like some great log fresh cut from the forest. Mona felt him reach for and squeeze a sensitively quivering breast and trace his hand down her fearfully cowering body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until she was positive he had gone insane with his lewd desire.
"Jesus, Harry, flip'er over!" he half shouted at the other man who was bug-eyedly concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each, time he withdrew his thickly pulsating penis.
Harry was triumphant and wild as he looked across the humid steam-swirling room and saw Al writhing wildly with all that female flesh. It was one really wild insane orgy, and he had pulled it off! His lips twisted in a tight smile. "Okay, baby," he smiled down at her hollowed back. "Now we're going to have a triple fuck. Then we'll go from there."
Harry tightly grasped her flailing hips again and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her tortured lips as he lay outstretched beneath her, her smoothly hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and powerful chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his huge throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly skewered like a roasting duckling on a spit of unyielding iron.
Bob Baines, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled his big bulk on top of her, forcing his thighs between hers and Harry's, spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy.
"Ooooooooohhhh, God!" Mona moaned piteously as it wormed up into her until she felt his heavy sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her widespread buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock sunk deep into her hotly quivering rectum. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of the pain and also in the horrid humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between these lewdly grinning men who were fucking her mercilessly with their angry, fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her young tender body with only a fragile layer of flesh between rectum and cunt separating their hardened shafts.
Pete, slightly drunken, stood wiping his sweating face and watched in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. He pulled at his own painfully aching penis as he watched Bob begin fucking into the writhing young wife's warmly moistened pussy with a maddened anger, while Harry's hips undulated up and down, powerfully lifting them all three up off the mat as he rammed in and out of her tight little anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes ... the two of them finally falling into a smoothly rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a ragdoll.
Pete had to see more and he bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Mona's wide-stretched genital openings like high powered punch drills. He watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Bob's thick penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly, lasciviously, back inside her wide-stretched cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his eyes of Harry's massively hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the taut muscular ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks. Jesus Christ, he felt he couldn't wait another second to get in the act or he would blow his cum all over the whole pile of them.
He lay on his side next to Harry's head until his hard pulsating cock was even with Mona's shame contorted face.
Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side against Harry's chest while his fingers reached and teasingly kneaded her breasts, Mona felt only a great wetness and tearing between her legs. She felt soiled, and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two great holes they were drilling up between her thighs. There was a sensation there of being ridden ... and riding, riding, riding in wild flight. Her mouth opened and closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant only of the further stretching of her vaginal passage and the greater pain that followed from Bob's hard merciless entry. And her mind summoned up the image of horses, wild horses galloping again....
Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side, and then there were fingertips opening her mouth and a smoothly rubbery thing teasing against her wetly parted lips. She opened her eyes and saw the third man's thick hardened penis leading down to her mouth. For a moment she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open them with his fingers and slide his warmly pulsating cock into the moistly heated saliva of her mouth. She could feel his male flesh slither lewdly up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its warm rigidity. Pete held her face firmly with his hands and began to brutally fuck into her wide-stretched mouth, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly ovaled lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the three of them like some whore they had hired off the streets. Her eyes rolled to see her husband. The steam was heavy in the room, yet she could clearly see a mass of nakedly writhing bodies on the other mat. Al was laying spread-eagle on his back, Mae's wetly glistening vagina grinding down in his face while one of the twins bounced up and down on his long hard shaft. The other twin was standing, hands on hips, straddling his waist and buffeting her hotly quivering pussy against Mae's uplifted mouth. Mona closed her eyes and felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic and understanding; it seemed that the lustful rape of her defenseless body had been going on for an eternity.
Then ... suddenly ... with the image of Al and the three women burning in her mind ... the very thought of herself being brutally fucked in every bodily entrance by three men at the same time began to lewdly excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly. It was the same wild ungovernable feeling she'd had that day while riding naked and bareback! From around the hotly pulsing cock fucking into her wetly ovaled mouth, a low ecstatic moan escaped.
Suddenly the steam and the intense dripping heat began to make some sense and almost before she knew it, the slippery bodies all over her began to excite her obscenely. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to eagerly undulate her smooth rounded buttocks and clench fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust-driven rods of male flesh pummeling so unmercifully into her.
She moaned again and her lips tightened hungrily around the thick meaty penis fucking into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Pete's hard vicious drives. Suddenly she delighted in the touching of its veins and wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the throbbing head, the tip of her tongue searching hotly for the tiny split on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her sensually gyrating buttocks moving downward against Harry's up-coming cock digging into her tightly stretched rectum. With an eagerness she had never experienced before, she slammed her pelvis forward and upward to suck all of Bob's powerfully pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her husband and the lewdness of her position seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet of wildfire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered to her still drugged mind but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into her every bodily opening, and she rocked crazily to their demonic attack, while she sucked like a starving infant on Pete's suddenly expanding cock.
Oooooh God, she wanted it to gush out into her throat.. , dribble down her throat ... fill her belly with cum as those fucking info her vagina and anus would fill her there! Ohhhhh God ... she could feel Pete's cock bloating and swelling obscenely in her mouth and she tongued it madly ... cum ... cum ... cum ... triphammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white liquid deep into her frantically gulping throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging, on the great continuous jets of cum spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in voracious quick gulps, fastening her lips like a rubber ring tightly around the thick cumming cock, afraid of losing even a tiny single trickle of the precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets dribbled lewdly from the corners of her mouth as Pete groaned and rolled away from her, and his now deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to the wetly glistening tip of his cock as it slowly backed away ... but there were still the others.
So intense and wantonly wild were her gyrations and groans of obscene hunger now that Al and Mae and the twins had stopped their own four-way sex act of fucking and sucking to watch Mona's ripely voluptuous body bucking and writhing. They made their way through the steam and crowded around the bench and mat and watched as she went wild with lust and obscene desire.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, pleeeeeeezzzzzz...." she grunted thickly to each body-jolting thrust they made into her wildly quivering cunt. and rectum. The two naked men worked insanely, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon that built ... built....
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaggggghhhhaa ... God, yes! YES! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeeeeeeee! Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking...!" Mona shrieked out to them, egging them on now, the lewdly salacious thought of having two men fucking into her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of animal lust. On and on it went ... the rising steam-drenched crescendo of it ... the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in hotly trembling cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded ... and nothing else mattered ... all was forgotten ... nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture and obscene ecstasy about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Cum into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the frantically jerking cocks fucking into her.
And then Harry Morgan began to shout obscenities and at that second, Mona, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like she was on ball bearings between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm spurting deep up into her rectum as her first orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of pure rapturous sensation surging through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cum deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then, Bob grunted and rammed his wildly jerking cock as far up in her wetly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, just as his massively throbbing penis erupted and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her convulsing womb, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her as she orgasmed again.
And then it was all over....
But it wasn't over. Bob rolled off her body with a low moan and Mona lay panting, a depraved smile of wanton pleasure on her lips, her body nakedly displayed ... no longer being held forcibly down, but now lying there in lewd hungry invitation, glistening with sweat and cum.
There was still Al, beside himself with lust ... and there were the twins ... and Mae Morgan with strangely glowing eyes.
She put up her arms for them all....
It was going to be a long incredible night!