Chapter 1
"Oh, no," Janna Petsky said airily, "I never meant that I didn't want to fuck any man- just Simon. He's such a jerk. I mean, come on, these two we're gonna date tonight, now fucking them would be great, right?"
Rosanne Roget shifted uncomfortably in her chair and looked out over the beach to conceal her confusion. She'd agreed to take this week with Janna because they'd always seemed to get along so well. After all, they were both trapped in horrible marriages, and they could always talk about that. But now, here they were with a date coming up that evening, and Janna was talking about fucking men she hardly knew.
True, Nathan and Bob seemed nice enough, but even then Rosanne had to be persuaded to go for a drink with them. Martin was probably the worst husband in the world, but she was married to him and Rosanne had strict moral standards about that sort of thing.
"Well," Rosanne said uncertainly, "I mean I certainly don't want to, you know, to get physically involved with them." She blushed and took a sip of wine.
Janna laughed and spread her long legs, tossing her wonderful, platinum-blonde hair over her shoulders. "Suit yourself. I'll have them both."
Rosanne turned in horror. "Janna, how could you? We come here for a week away from men, because they're so horrible-and you talk like that."
Janna laughed and pouted. "You need a lot of big hard cocks up you. Come on, how long is it since you had it?"
"Well," Rosanne said, and she blushed again.
"Months, right?"
"I don't really like sex. You know that," Rosanne muttered. "What's the pleasure in it?"
"Shit." Janna looked at her for a moment. "Stick with me, kid, I'll show you the pleasure in it." She looked at her watch. "I've gotta get my hair done. You wanna come?"
"No, I'll wait here," Rosanne said.
She watched with a certain amount of discomfort as Janna got into the car and drove off down the beach road. She should have known about Janna, she decided. After all, not only was her hair platinum, but it surrounded a face that looked, well, Rosanne didn't like to say it, but sluttish, that was the best word. Janna was always made up to look sexy, and her hard sensual mouth looked as if it did all those things Rosanne didn't want to think about. Also, Janna's fawn eyes were always on the look out, and the way she carried herself, never disguising her lovely tits or her shapely legs, should have told Rosanne many things. But she'd ignored all that since she was so happy to find a friend who seemed to understand.
And now Rosanne might be in trouble. It would be difficult that night if Janna wanted to go on to a party and fuck with some guy. Rosanne would just have to insist on leaving.
Rosanne knew that might well be difficult, for men hit on her a lot. She was even more beautiful than Janna, with soft chestnut hair and long shapely legs. Their tits were about the same size, but Rosanne's body was leaner, and she stood two inches taller than her blonde friend.
Rosanne stared out to sea, thinking that she would have to go on this date tonight, since she'd said she would. But that was when she thought it would be just a couple of drinks and then home. Anything more, and she would have to embarrass them all by refusing. Perhaps Janna would fuck them both, sickening though that thought was.
Rosanne got up to take a shower . . .
By the time Nathan and Bob came to pick them up, the two wives were both dressed and ready. Rosanne had wanted to wear an ordinary summer dress, but Janna had persuaded her to wear her lovely, form-fitting, red leather dress. Rosanne knew she looked good in it, but she was still uncomfortable as they went down to the car. On top of that, Janna had insisted they both wear stockings instead of more sensible pantyhose. It was better, Janna had explained mysteriously.
Janna slid into the front seat beside Bob in her tight little blouse and short denim skirt. The hem of the skirt rode up over her thighs as she smiled at Bob. Rosanne blushed in shame, moving to the other side of the back seat, trying to tell Nathan to keep his distance. He didn't make a move, just smiled at her with his piercing eyes, making Rosanne even more uncomfortable.
When they got to the bar, it was also a restaurant, and the men were assuming they were going to have dinner. Janna was all enthusiasm, so Rosanne had to agree.
The meal wasn't bad and neither of the men seemed to be making a move on them, which was fine with Rosanne. However, as they were drinking their coffee, two people came up and Nathan introduced them as Percy and Andrea, friends of his.
They sat down, and Rosanne was almost relieved. The larger the party, the less chance there would be for any perverse behavior. Rosanne could see that Janna was annoyed, and she knew why. Andrea was a sexy little blonde in a tight dress who giggled a lot, her wide eyes taking the men in, her shapely legs crossing a lot and revealing more leg than was decent. Janna swept her platinum hair back at the challenge, and fire flickered between the two women at once.
Percy was shorter than either Nathan or Bob, but looked as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and certainly Andrea hung on his every word.
"Well, where next?" Nathan asked finally.
"I have to go home," Rosanne said as firmly as she could.
"Fine, your place then," Bob said, and they all got up.
"But. . . "Rosanne said nervously."
"Shut up," Janna hissed, taking her arm. "You can go to bed if you want, okay?"
Rosanne blushed but didn't say anything.
"Well, drinks?" Janna said brightly as they got into the big main room of the house she and Rosanne had rented.
It was a nice house, all wood with ornamental beams with wide picture windows facing the beach.
Rosanne put the radio on and helped Janna get the drinks. She noticed that Nathan and Bob had closed all the curtains without asking, even though it was only just getting dark. She handed out the drinks and sat in a chair, nervous, wondering how long she had to do this before she could make an excuse and go to her room. It had a television, so Janna could to what she wanted without anybody being disturbed.
Without warning, Andrea got up and went over to Bob.
"Wanna dance?" She brazenly slid her hands down over the front of her tight dress.
"Sure."
That made Janna furious. Bob was supposed to be her man for the night. When Andrea's hand started opening the top of Bob's shirt, Janna got up and tapped Andrea on the shoulder.
"I'm breaking in," she said.
"No you're not." Andrea giggled. "I've been fucking him longer than you have." She pressed her pussy into the front of Bob's pants and sneered at Janna. "You wanna fuck him?"
"Don't get smart with me," Janna hissed. "These are our dates." She grabbed Andrea and pulled her away from Bob. "Get the fuck out!"
Instantly Bob grabbed Janna by the hair and pulled her right to him. She was so startled that she didn't scream.
"Apologize!" he snarled.
"What the fuck?" Janna yelled. "Let go of my hair and get the fuck out! All of you!"
Bob laughed and threw Janna across the sofa back by her hair. She screamed, jerking as she hit it, trying to spin away. But his hand gripped her arm tightly and twisted it until it was up against her back and she was trapped across the sofa back, her legs kicking, showing most of her thighs as the short denim skirt rode up.
Rosanne stared at this without being able to believe it. She sprang up as Janna screamed and twisted on the sofa back.
"Leave her alone, get out!" she demanded.
Nathan gripped her wrists. His steely eyes bored into her as he clipped a pair of handcuffs on and held her effortlessly.
"Let go!" Rosanne screamed. "Help, help!"
Nathan's hand swept up and lashed her across the face, slamming her to the side. She screamed and struggled.
"Shut up, or I'll gag you!" he snarled.
Rosanne was white with shock. She trembled as he smiled and slipped a rope through the chain of the handcuffs.
"Just play along right," he said, "and we can have a real good time."
"What are you doing?" Rosanne moaned.
"Having fun," Nathan said and threw the end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams. "Don't go away. And watch how we train your friend-it'll be you soon enough."
"What? No, help!" Rosanne screamed as he pulled on the rope and her arms were heaved up over her head. "No, stop this, no!"
He pulled until her arms were stretched up tightly above her head and most of her weight was on her wrists. The handcuffs cut into her flesh, and she moaned with the pain.
"Let me go!" she wept.
Nathan chuckled and held up a towel. "Just shut the fuck up, or you'll get this stuffed in that lovely mouth of yours! And I wanna save that mouth for my cock, lady."
Rosanne almost fainted at his sordid words. She wept and looked down to see that the hem of her expensive leather dress had been pulled well above her knees and that most of her wonderful legs were showing. She kept them firmly closed, cursing Janna for getting them into this mess.
But Janna had bigger problems than that. While Rosanne was being strung up, Bob and Percy had grabbed her ankles and lashed them to the legs of the sofa so that they were spread just about as wide as they would go. Her ass wiggled on the top of the sofa back and her short skirt was well above her stocking tops, showing the creamy white of her thighs.
Then, to make things worse, the men took her wrists and lashed them to the front sofa legs so that the screaming, struggling blonde was completely spread-eagled over the sofa back. Her legs were stretched to the limit and her lovely tits strained against the front of the tight blouse she wore.
Andrea giggled and knelt down by Janna's furious, terrified face.
"Like it?" she said, running her fingers over the front of Janna's blouse, scratching at her tits through the material and the lacy bra Janna wore .underneath it.
"Get off me!" Janna screamed, her platinum hair falling all over her face as she tried to hold it off the pillows. "I'll kill you when I get free!"
Andrea just giggled again and got up, reaching for the zipper of her dress. She slid it down her back and let it drop down until she could step out of it.
Rosanne stared, her fear and horror rising by the moment. Andrea was wearing a slip. Her stockings and panties could be seen through the transparent slip. She paraded in her high heels, flicking the hem of her slip up over her panties, spreading her legs in front of the bound Janna and grinning at her.
"Boy, are you gonna get fucked tonight," she grinned, caressing her small, thrusting tits through the little slip.
"You stop this!" Janna screamed. "Let me up!" She twisted violently as she felt Bob's hands running over her thighs. "Get off me, get off me!"
But Bob slid his hand up under her skirt and pushed it slowly over Janna's heaving ass until it fell over the peak and down her struggling back.
"Fuck! Look at that!" he gasped, running his hands over Janna's tight ass-cheeks.
"Stop it, no!" Janna screamed, twisting helplessly on the sofa back.
Rosanne knew her friend was regretting dressing as she had. Not only was her little skirt so sexy, but she was wearing panties that ran right into the crack of her ass, revealing the whole of her ass-cheeks.
"Shut the fuck up," Bob said and slapped Janna on one of her stretched ass-cheeks. "You'll have enough to scream about soon."
"You get the fuck out of here!" Janna screamed just as Nathan came back in from the car.
He put a large suitcase down and opened it.
Both Rosanne and Janna saw inside it-and both of them screamed. There were whips in there, chains and other bonds, dildos, and many other terrible-looking things. He picked up a riding crop and walked slowly over behind the struggling, screaming Janna.
"Gag her," Nathan said.
Instantly Percy grabbed Janna's hair and stuffed a rag in and then tied a longer rag around her face to keep it in. Janna spluttered and screamed, but her voice was cut to a low gurgle and her lovely fawn-like eyes stared at the three men with open horror.
"First, you gotta learn some manners," Nathan said. "You don't bitch Andrea out without permission. Then we'll talk."
Rosanne felt her heart pounding. She saw Nathan lift the riding crop up, over Janna's heaving ass. The other two men stood around, watching. Rosanne could see the massive bulges of their cocks in their pants. Andrea simpered and slid her hands around Percy, caressing his prick through his pants, pressing her pussy against his ass.
The riding crop lashed down, right across Janna's tight ass.
The blonde's muffled scream burst out as her body went rigid, her ass trembling as a thin red line of agony appeared on her flesh. Her legs shook and her hands pulled at the bonds as the riding crop lashed down again, beating more agonizing pain into her tight ass-cheeks. Nathan whipped her ass hard, the heavy crop beating in with a sickening slap.
"How many was that?" he asked and leaned forward, counting the stripes on Janna's jerking, trembling ass. "Four. Only two more, and then we can talk."
"Uuururff!" Janna screamed, twisting in agony as the crop whipped into her ass-flesh, driving more pain through her. The crop swished up one more time and lashed down, beating into her ass and sending her jerking across the sofa back in her agony.
"Take the gag out," Nathan said.
"You bastard, you shit!" Janna screamed as Percy took the rag out of her mouth. "I'll see you rot in hell for this, you ..."
"Don't you learn?" Nathan said and lashed her ass again with the crop.
"Aaaaghhh! Stop, you shit, stop!" Janna screamed, jerking up in her agony as another thin stripe of pain was beaten into her flesh. "Aaaahhh! You shit!"
"Don't you get it yet?" Nathan asked and beat her hard, lashing the crop into her ass with all his force.
"Urrrhh! Stop, please, stop!" Janna begged, sobbing helplessly as her whipped ass glowed and throbbed with the pain.
"Better, now try harder," Nathan said, lashing the crop into Janna's tight ass.
"Aaaghhhh! Please, please, stop, I'll do anything you want, please, stop!"
"Good, that's more like it." Nathan took the crop and went around to Janna's staring, weeping face. "Kiss it and say: 'Thank you, Nathan, for teaching me manners.' " Janna gave a gurgling moan of horror and stared at him in real hatred, but her mouth sank slowly towards the riding crop. Her soft red lips kissed the thin rod and she moaned.
"Thank you, Nathan, for teaching me manners," she wept.
"See how easy it is?" he chuckled. "Now beg us for some cock. I know you like cock, baby and you're gonna get it."
"You bastard, you're not gonna fuck me!" Janna screamed before she knew what she was saying. "No! I didn't mean that! I . . . aaagggghh!"
The crop lashed her ass again.
"You're a stupid bitch," Nathan said. "Now you've got to suck Percy off while I teach you more manners. Then we'll talk again."
"Please, Nathan, no! I'll be good! I don't know what I was thinking about! Really, I'll do whatever you want!" Janna said, her luscious legs straining against the back of the sofa.
"I don't think I'll use this," Nathan said, looking at the crop. "Let's see."
He walked over to the suitcase, and Janna gave a low moan of horror. She had reason to, for Andrea had pulled Percy forward, right in front of Janna's staring eyes and was unzipping his pants.
"You're gonna suck my man off, huh?" Andrea said. "You'll pay for that, you wait."
"I'll get you, bitch!" Janna snarled. "I'll pull your fuckin' tits off."
"Oooohhh!" Andrea giggled. "We'll see about that."
She eased Percy's pants down, helped him out of them. His cock throbbed in his briefs, and Rosanne trembled at the size of it. All the men seemed to have big cocks. If there was one thing that was good about Martin, it was that he had a small cock and it always shot in seconds after he pushed it into her cunt.
Andrea slid Percy's cock out of his briefs, and it was as big as Rosanne had been afraid it was-eight or nine inches of solid cock-meat. Andrea played with his cock, stroking the rock hard shaft, pushing the cock-head over Janna's lips, stroking it back and forth.
"Tell me how much you wanna suck this," she purred, "how you'll take anything I wanna do just to get your lips around this wonderful dick." She giggled and gripped Janna by her hair. "Tell me!"
"Fuck you!" Janna screamed, struggling to get free.
"Gonna pull my tits off if you get free?" Andrea giggled. "Like this?" "No, you bitch, no!" Janna screamed.
But Andrea gripped the top of her tight blouse and ripped at it, tearing the buttons out in sudden heaves. Janna wailed, her crimson ass jerking against the sofa back as she watched her blouse tear in Andrea's strong hands.
The blonde tore Janna's blouse to the waist, ripping it out of her skirt and going for the bra. Janna screamed at her, but Andrea pulled the little half-cups away and revealed Janna's heaving tits to the three men.
"Not bad, hey boys?" Andrea giggled, running her hands over Janna's tits, stroking the soft swelling tit-flesh.
"Bitch! Stop that, you fucking lezzie, stop!" Janna screamed, struggling in horror against the bonds. She screamed and lurched as Andrea worked two fingernails of each hand around her nipples and started to roll them, biting her nails in hard. "Stop, no, that hurts, no!"
"Wouldn't you just love to suck my pussy after Percy's cock?" Andrea asked.
"I'll.trite it off!" Janna yelled.
She jerked instantly, screaming in pain as Nathan lashed her ass with a cat, the knotted tails beating into her crimson ass-flesh. He leaned in on the screaming, struggling blonde.
"You bite anything without being told to, and you'll know the real meaning of pain," he hissed. "And if you do any real damage, then you'll be out on our boat, with your feet in concrete. You get my meaning?"
Both Janna and Rosanne went white with shock at that. Janna turned to him, her eyes full of tears, her lips trembling.
"Please, no!" she whispered.
"Just don't bite unless you're told to," Nathan snarled.
"Yes, yes, I won't, I won't!" Janna moaned.
"Good," Nathan said. "Now pay attention to Andrea."
Janna trembled from head to toe as Andrea rolled her nipples again, her fingernails biting hard into her tit-flesh. She sobbed and gave a bubbling moan, staring at her nipples as they throbbed and ached in Andrea's fingers.
"Now tell me how much you want to suck my pussy," Andrea hissed.
"Yes, yes, I wanna suck your pussy!" Janna moaned, her platinum hair falling almost to the carpet.
Andrea smiled and let go of Janna's tits, reaching for her hair. She pulled Janna's face up and thrust her panty-covered pussy at the bound blonde's mouth.
"Kiss my cunt," she demanded.
Janna sobbed in shame, but she allowed her luscious full lips to be pressed against the tight crotch of Andrea's panties. She kissed the thin white material, keeping her mouth shut as Andrea rubbed it with her pussy-mound.
"Lick my pussy through it," Andrea said softly, keeping her hand gripped firmly in Janna's hair.
Janna moaned, but she opened her lips and flicked her tongue out, running it over the tight white material of Andrea's panties. The crotch was already wet with Andrea's pussy-juices, and she tasted them as she licked the little embroidered flowers on the panties.
"Mmmmnnn!" Andrea purred, spreading her legs wider and pushing her pussy harder at Janna's mouth. "I like that, I really like that!" She rolled her ass, forcing her cunt on Janna's mouth harder, gripping the blonde's lovely hair with both hands. "I'm so sorry to hold you up, boys, but the bitch wanted to suck my pussy. What could I do?" She giggled and gave a sudden spasm of orgasm, her pussy-juices wetting her panties faster than Janna's tongue. "Ohhhh, yeah, yeah!" She moaned and came again, sighing with satisfaction. "Ohhhh, that's good enough to start with!"
Andrea released the helpless blonde.
Janna sobbed helplessly, her sexy, sultry face showing every ounce of her suffering. But she didn't have much time to think about her shame. Percy grabbed her hair and pushed his thick hard cock at her mouth.
"Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it real good," he ordered.
From her helpless position, bound to the rope that ran over the beam, Rosanne watched in desperate horror. She saw the cat swing up over Janna's red ass, then beat down, the knotted tails beating into the blonde's soft ass-flesh. Janna gasped as her mouth sank down over Percy's thick cock-head. He grunted with lust, watching as the lovely blonde swallowed his hard prick. The cat whipped Janna and her bubbling scream rang out from around the massive cock fucking into her mouth.
"Come on, bitch, suck him off! This goes on until he shoots!" Nathan yelled, lashing the bound blonde, the cat tails covering every inch of her stretched ass-flesh.
"Uuuurrh! Yeah!" Percy groaned, his cock sliding deeper into Janna's desperate mouth with each lash of the cat. "Come on, Nathan, give her a good one-I wanna get into her throat!"
Rosanne moaned as she watched Nathan lashing the cat into Janna's heaving ass and her blonde friend's desperate struggles to take more of Percy's cock. He gasped and pushed his prick at her throat, more than half its length inside her lips. The cat whipped down and Janna screamed around the thick cock, her neck bulging as Percy forced his fucker deeper.
"Yeahhh!" he yelled, gripping Janna's hair hard, ramming his cock into her throat until her soft lips rubbed in his cock-hair and she gagged on his fuck-meat. "Ooooohhh, yeah, not long now, darling, not long now!" He laughed, churning his cock deep in Janna's throat.
Rosanne knew they would force her to do that before long-and she felt she would die rather than suck a man's cock. Particularly since all that cum would shoot out.
"Don't you love to watch?" Andrea hissed in Rosanne's ear, which made her jerk in surprise and horror. She stood behind the helpless wife and slid her hand down under the hem of Rosanne's expensive leather dress. "Open your legs."
"No, please!" Rosanne moaned, staring at Janna's mouth as it slammed up and down on Percy's thrusting fucker.
"Open your legs," Andrea hissed, "unless you want what your friend's getting."
That was more than enough threat for the chestnut-haired beauty. With a moan of submission, Rosanne slid her high heels apart on the floor, opening her long legs. It put more weight on her arms, but that was better than the whip. Her lovely thighs trembled as Andrea ran her Angers over them and purred with delight as she touched Rosanne's stocking tops.
"You two sure know how to dress," she said. "Now, how would you like me to suck your pussy?"
Rosanne thought she would die then and there. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would make her ask another woman to do anything as disgusting as that.