Chapter 4
At first she hadn't really been worried, in spite of thinking she saw a man in a hunting jacket looking in her window. She figured that Mike had gone around the island, perhaps searched a bit, and having found nothing had decided to go off down the bay. He often did things like that on impulse and she was used to it, but now more than an hour had passed and he hadn't returned yet.
Several times she'd gone to the beach and searched for the boat without any luck. He was nowhere in sight, and what made matters worse was that there was no telephone service on the island, no way to contact anyone in case of an emergency except to hail a passing boat, and there hadn't been many.
In her anxiety, her mind began to dwell on the worst possibilities. What if he had encountered the man in the hunting jacket and come to harm? It was entirely possible, she thought, that the man had come over to the island to break into one of the houses and that Mike may have caught him in the act. What if her husband were lying somewhere injured? How could she possibly help him? Oh God, she was beginning to regret ever having suggested coming up here. Things weren't turning out right at all. There was nothing she could do, though, except wait perhaps another half-hour and then go out searching. She prayed he had just taken off on a little cruise over the bay. Yes, that must be it, Abby tried to reassure herself, and in an effort to steady her nerves she poured a drink from the bottle of whiskey Mike had brought up with them.
She did not take notice of the presence of two strangers in the cottage until she turned away from the kitchen cupboard where she had just put away the bottle. And when she saw them a horrified gasp broke from her lips.
"Hey, don't worry," the man in the hunting jacket said soothingly. "We're your neighbors.
We just thought we'd stop in and borrow a cup of sugar. Right, Wally?"
The one called Wally smiled and nodded at his friend, and the whiskey glass slipped from Abby's hands and fell on the floor.
"W-who are you?" she stammered, her eyes glazing with fear as they fixed on the intruders.
"I'm Russ and that's Wally. We thought we'd drop in, that's all."
"Well ... at least you could have knocked."
"Your door was open, or did you forget about that?"
The one in the hunting jacket moved forward, brushed past her, and opened the cabinet to retrieve the liquor bottle.
"You don't mind if Wally and I fix ourselves a drink?" he said.
But the terrified blonde could not reply. Instead she backed away slowly as the menacing figure blatantly made himself at home in her own kitchen.
"Listen," Wally piped up. "You don't have to be afraid of us, really."
"W-what happened to my husband?" Abby blurted out finally, unable to contain it any longer.
"Oh don't worry about him either," Russ chuckled. "He's havin' the time of his life now. I bet he ain't had so much fun for years."
"What do you mean? What's happened to him? Where is he?"
Abby's eyes darted from the man in the hunting jacket to the younger one who seemed more sympathetic, but still no answer was forthcoming until Russ took a heavy snort of his drink and then spoke.
"We'll take you to him later, but you got to do us a few favors first. He's okay, and there ain't nothin' gonna happen to him."
Favors? What were they talking about, what did they want? Oh God, she prayed they hadn't done anything to Mike. It seemed as though the vacation she had planned as a blissful dream had suddenly turned into a crushing nightmare. Their deserted paradise had been invaded by these two menacing intruders, and God only knew what they wanted from her.
"Boy, I'll tell you Russ, I sure am hungry," Wally said.
"Me too. I bet the little lady has got a couple of nice juicy steaks for us, don't you."
"Y-yes, they're in the refrigerator," Abby replied, grateful that their minds had turned to something less menacing. She knew they weren't going to be chased away, and if she could delay them somehow, then maybe there would be a possibility of escape. But escape to where? she wondered. She was on an island, Mike had taken the boat. There was nowhere she could go except perhaps out in the woods and hope they wouldn't find her until morning. As Russ hiked up his pants and strolled over to the refrigerator, she felt Wally's hand on her arm.
"Let's go somewhere we can talk," he whispered. "Russ can fix up the steaks himself."
"No, no, that's all right. I'll be glad to do it. I'll make some salad too."
She tried to break away from him, but felt a sudden pressure of his fingers around her arm.
"It's not a good idea to aggravate Russ. He's kind of crazy. If we go somewhere and talk, I can explain things."
Before she was fully aware of what was happening, he had led her from the kitchen into her bedroom and shut the door behind.
"Listen, I want to tell you something right now," Wally said, keeping his voice low. "Comin' over here wasn't my idea, I want you to understand that. Russ was the one that wanted to do it, and I just went along to make sure he didn't do anything crazy."
"What do you mean? What does he want? Why did you two just break in here like this?"
"Hey listen," Wally protested. "I mean we didn't break in. Your door was open, right? And besides, Russ has got a good reason for this."
"Stop talking in riddles," Abby blurted out angrily. "I want to know what's going on."
"All right, I'll tell you. Me and Russ are staying in one of the cabins here with our chicks. We been here about a week minding our own business and everything's fine, and then this afternoon about an hour ago your husband comes along."
"Oh God, there wasn't a fight or anything, was there?" Abby said,. her eyes wide with alarm. She felt relieved as the slender youth simply chuckled.
"Well, I'll tell you somethin'. There could've been, but I managed to get Russ under control. Except he's still pretty steamed up, and I can't say I blame him. You see what happened was your husband came along and balled his girl friend."
"What?" Abby gasped. "What are you talking about? That's impossible."
"It's not impossible because we both saw it with our own eyes. Vicky-that's Russ's chickshe was sittin' down on the beach when your husband came along in his boat. I mean, we didn't see that, but that's the way it must've happened. The only thing we saw was later on when they were both naked on the beach and your husband was screwin' the shit out of Vicky. We just happened to walk onto it, understand, but Russ was plenty mad. He wanted to kill your husband...."
"No, it can't be, you're lying," Abby protested. The whole story was some wild fabrication, a concoction they'd manufactured to justify what they were doing now. How could Mike simply run across a young girl and do something like that?
"Listen now," Wally continued. "You may think I'm lyin', but I'm not. We both saw the two of them there on that beach. And to tell you the truth, Vicky-well, she's kind of crazy herself. She really likes cock and she'll fuck almost anybody. But the problem is, Russ doesn't like that too much. He gets pretty bent out of shape when he sees Vicky ballin' some other dude, if you know what I mean."
"Well, what happened? Tell me please," Abby insisted. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, her head buried in her hands as the ragged-looking youth droned on.
"Like I said I had to hold Russ back, and then I convinced him the best way to even the score was to come on over here and pay you a visit."
Even now the intent of the two intruders did not dawn on Abby. In her confusion she could not fit the entire story together.
"Where is he now? Where is my husband?"
"Like I say, he's over at the cabin, and don't you worry about him. He's probably screwin' both our chicks now."
"You mean he's all right? You haven't done anything to him?"
"Not us. Just our chicks. Hell probably be pretty tired before the night's out."
It was all too incomprehensible to believe. Mike had gone out to check the motor on the boat and now he was supposed to be in another cabin on the island indulging in some kind of strange orgy with two promiscuous young girls. How did they expect her to believe anything like that?
"What is it that you want?" she said finally, her anger overcoming her fear.
Wally squinted at her, as though he couldn't believe he had to explain it. Jesus, he thought, this chick must have a really thick skull. He guessed he'd have to spell it out for her: F-UC-K. Just like that. But no, that wasn't the way to do it. He would just have to be gentle with her until she warmed up, and after all, he knew she had real potential. Anybody who paraded around half-naked in front of a mirror couldn't be any kind of school-librarian prude. He moved closer to her, but at that moment the bedroom door swung open and Russ stepped inside, a big steak fork clutched in his hand.
"Well, I'll be damned. You two look nice and cozy in here!"
He moved inside until he was standing at the edge of the bed and then reached out to cup her jaw in his free hand, turning her face upward.
"I bet you're jealous of that husband of yours, ain't'cha? Him screwin' our chicks and you're sittin' here all by yourself. That ain't fair, is it?"
Abby's eyes flashed with anger, but she managed to control herself with an effort. She knew if she said or did anything rash, then the situation might escalate into something completely beyond control. She could tell just by the look in the older man's eyes that Wally hadn't been lying. He was crazy all right; she was certain of that.
"I'm gonna leave you two alone now and go back in the kitchen. But I don't want no hanky-panky goin' on, understand? This here little blonde is for me. I got a score to settle. Now you just keep your eyes on her, Wally."
With a snear, Russ retreated from the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving Wally and Abby alone. The slender youth approached and sat down on the bed next to her, removing two hand-rolled cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
"Here, try one of these. It'll relax you," he sneered. In spite of her predicament, Abby couldn't help resenting the youth's condescending attitude. He was a teenager, but she certainly wasn't over thirty yet and had an idea of what was going on in the youth culture. It annoyed her that he thought she was already over the hill. As he lit her joint, she inhaled expertly, holding the smoke in her lungs until she felt a slight buzz inside her head.
The intoxication was almost immediate. She was confused now, her mind whirling with a mishmash of jumbled thoughts. Her husband was missing, two intruders had just broken into her home, and in spite of her terror she felt a strange" kind of joy creeping into her mind. Could it really be true that her husband, her husband who had neglected her in bed for so long, could actually be fucking two different girls? The bastard, what was wrong with her that he was now suddenly finding satisfaction with other women? Had he been lying to her all along? Had he been with other women even on campus? The bastard! He wasn't bored with sex. He was bored with her. The thought struck her with a powerful force, and her cheeks flushed with anger. Mike was a hypocrite, it was that plain and simple. At the first opportunity he had forsaken her for someone else.
"You know something," Wally said, interrupting her angry thoughts. "You're not bad at all. I kinda like you. Matter of fact, I think I can help you out, but you gotta play along with me. You see, Russ wants to screw you bad to get even with your husband, but he's kinda kinky, you know. I mean, I seen him sometimes just watchin' other people screw. He gets a kick out of it, you know what I mean? So if you just relax and let me do some stuff, maybe Russ'll get his rocks off and you won't have to worry about anything."
Abby gazed over at the youth, her confused mind torn between her conscience and anger at her husband. Somewhere deep down inside she wanted to punish Mike, but how could she be sure these two people were telling the truth? What if they'd just made up the story about her husband and the girl and the truth of the matter was that they had tied Mike up somewhere in the woods? And yet she had to be realistic. She knew the one called Russ was crazy, and if she let Wally do what he wanted with her, maybe Russ would let her alone. She was in a desperate predicament now. There was no way out, no escape. What would she do? If only she knew the right thing!
But quickly enough the choice was taken out of her hands. She could feel Wally's arm circling around behind her, drawing her close to him, and suddenly his lips were pressed hotly against hers.
Oh God, what's going to happen next? She sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, immobilized by her predicament, her mind spinning from the marijuana cigarette she'd smoked. If she played along, if she let them do what they wanted without giving herself, then maybe things would turn out right. The two intruders would be satisfied with their triumph, and leave her alone. Besides, her imagination was running away with images of Mike screwing their two girl friends. Whatever happened to her it would serve him right if what they were saying was true, she thought vindictively.
A weird shiver crept up her spine as the hirsute youth's tongue speared between her teeth and danced wildly inside her mouth. She could feel him shifting his weight so that his hard young body pressed against hers, his cock springing up hard and lurching against her thigh. To her surprise, he didn't seem as foul or dirty as she'd expected, in spite of his dirty clothes. His mouth was clean and fresh, his hair washed and cleaned.
She wondered what their girl friends were like and whether they could do things that would excite her husband the way she'd been unable to do recently. She could see them wearing strange clothes and jewelry, stripping them off as Mike watched excitedly. She could see the two girls caressing his body all over, running their fingers over his chest and squeezing his balls as he lay on the mattress of their bedroom.
God, what was happening to her? She must be going crazy. It was the marijuana making her head spin, making her lose contact with reality. As though in a dream, she felt herself being pushed flat against the mattress, the young teenager mounting his body on top of hers. His searching tongue was spearing rhythmically inside her throat now, dancing and twirling around her own tongue as he sucked hungrily at the juices of her mouth. As his saliva mixed with hers and his frank healthy odor communicated itself to her defenseless body, she felt her resistance beginning to break. God, she wondered, had she really wanted something like this all along ... the freedom to be fucked by total strangers?
Wally moved his body still further on top of the blonde so that the thick hard length of his aching cock was pressed in between her naked thighs, her skirt rolled up against her belly. He knew godamn well she couldn't help but feel the hardness of his pulsing cock through the thin cloth of his pants, and when she didn't try to push him off, he knew the battle was won.
Christ, that goddamn Russ was a genius. He'd figured out all along how the scene would work. They'd rehearsed their act. Russ would play the tough, threatening guy, and he would be the gentle comforter who'd win the frightened woman over. It was working like a charm now!
He remembered how terrified the blonde woman had looked when Russ came in the bedroom with the steak fork in his hand. What an actor! He had to admit that Russ really knew a lot about people and how to handle them. The blonde wasn't even giving him a fight now, and once he got her worked up, she was going to enjoy herself, he was sure of it.
His excitement mounting, he pressed his loins even tighter against hers and began swabbing his tongue deep into her unresisting mouth, his hand moving up to cup one of her still-unrevealed breasts. He could feel the softness of her blouse and her brassiere beneath the palm of his hand and could even feel her tightly con fined nipple swelling slightly. Goddamn, she really had a pair of tits, and he'd be damned if he was going to waste his time pussyfooting around.
As he began unbuttoning her blouse, he realized he was getting sick and tired of Tara and Vicky. What he wanted was an older woman like this, somebody just a little uptight that you had to work on for a while before you got any kind of response. She was acting like a dead fish now, but he knew that once he got her clothes off she would start to loosen up, and within half an hour he'd bet she would be going crazy on him.
Hell, Russ and he had been playing swifchies for months, but even Vicky couldn't please him now. They had all gotten tired of each other and all of them needed new excitement-just the kind they were going to get tonight. Damn, she was a new piece of ass, just like an oasis in the desert. And she was really built, too. He couldn't wait to start fucking her, even though he knew he had to go slow and easy for fear of getting her so upset that she would completely turn off. He was worried now that maybe Russ had come on just a little bit too strong. Sure, she wasn't a helpless little virgin, but after all she was upset about her husband, and the fact that two strangers had broken into the place was enough to tie her up in knots. Now he had to loosen those knots.
Carefully he pulled the supple fabric of her blouse down over her shoulders and slipped her , brassiere straps down, watching as she lay perfectly still, her eyes locked tightly shut.
"Hey come on, just relax," he chided her. "When Russ sees us goin' at it, he's gonna get so excited hell cum in his pants, and then you won't have nothin' to worry about."
He raised her up slightly off the mattress and unhooked her brassiere straps, peeling the lacy garment away so that her ripely mature breasts burst forth to his eager sight. Her nipples were stiff and pointed, rising invitingly up in the air as though begging to be sucked.
Slowly he bent down and closed his greedy lips around her full breast, bringing an involuntary sigh from her lips. She squirmed beneath him, her skirt riding even higher on her hips, exposing the warm whiteness of her smooth thighs.
God, I'm enjoying this, she thought. Months, even years of steadily increasing neglect had built up a residue of frustration that was only now beginning to be cured. But why, why couldn't it be her own husband who was doing this to her? In spite of her resolve not to respond to the forced .caresses the intruder was inflicting on her, Abby felt her mind beginning to drift away in a dizzying fog, her intellectual powers being supplanted by the tiny ripples of sensual delight flowing through her body. It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful by letting this young stranger fondle and kiss her breasts-there was hardly any choice in the matter, and besides, Mike probably hadn't given a second thought about the girl he screwed on the beach.
She was completely helpless; there was no way to resist even if he suddenly became violent and forced her legs apart or ripped her skirt away. They could even take turns with her, she realized, and it would only be a variation on the daydream fantasy she had indulged in that night last week when she was forced to masturbate.
With her eyes closed she could envision herself helplessly spread-eagled on the bed, pinioned under the young boy's weight as he cruelly ravished her. That response must have been something left over in her psyche from prehistoric times, she mused, when human beings mated like animals and the males took females by force ... and thousands of years of barbaric wars when the savage conquering hordes raped-and enslaved the women of the defeated.
Abby gave her head a little shake as though to try to bring herself back to reality. Sooner or later she knew Wally would want to go on to other things, and she knew she would be helpless to resist him. She could feel the thickness of his rigid young penis pressing against her naked thigh through his pants. If only she could bring herself to push him away ... but she was beyond that point already. Her only real fear was of Russ, who might do anything, even inflict violence on her. She prayed that Wally was right about him, that he would become harmless once he saw someone else engaged in the sex act.
God, Russ is repulsive, she thought. She would have to fight and resist him, but for the moment she found herself guiltily enjoying Wally's skillful sucking of her breast. It's your fault, Mike, she screamed inwardly. If you'd paid more attention to me, I wouldn't be in this position now.
Involuntarily her hands reached up and tangled in the boy's long lustrous hair, but now he was moving away from her, sliding down her body until his head was just above her crotch.
"Oh God, what are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely. "If Russ walks in and sees me sucking your pussy, he'll shoot his wad. He doesn't like to do it himself, but he loves to watch it."
The obscene words sent a shiver of excitement crawling over her flesh and her legs trembled involuntarily. God, he was going to put his mouth against her cunt, he was going to suck her. Mike hadn't done that for years, and even though she knew it would be wrong to let this intruder do it to her, she could not help feeling overwhelmed by the delightful prospect. Instinctively, her hands clutched even tighter at his hair.
"Okay, you're gonna have to put on a good show now. I hear Russ coming."
The bedroom door swung open and Abby could see the older man grinning down at her with a lewd expression on his face. A strange feeling of mingled terror and excitement seized her. Not only was her pussy going to be sucked, someone else would be watching the act. It was a prospect that made her feel even more crazily aroused.
Abby could feel the boy's fingers gripping her skirt and panties and yanking them down over her hips in one single motion. He fumbled with the zipper, undid it, and in a second she was completely naked on the bed, her legs spread slightly apart, her arms stretched out and up, and her stiff-nippled breasts heaving as she took deep rhythmical breaths. Oh God, she couldn't believe what was happening.
She watched in a semi-daze as he stripped off his own clothes hurriedly and then knelt on his haunches, gripping her ankles and spreading her legs wider apart. Her eyes flashed over to Russ who was standing by the side of the bed now, taking in the scene with festive delight, an insane smile playing over his lips. A moment of panic stabbed at her, but she quickly regained control by envisioning her. husband with the two girls in the other cabin. He was in a similar position, she realized, but probably enjoying every split second of it, with no fear that the girls might suddenly turn and inflict violence on him. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't she just relax and let what was going to happen happen? What harm could come to her if they merely wanted sex. After all, sex had never killed anyone.
As she tried to rationalize her position, Wally's fingers were caressing her thighs and fondling her defenseless pussy, his fingers parting the trembling lips of her cunt as one out-thrust finger slipped in between the moistly heated petals of pink flesh, slowly insinuating itself deeper and deeper.
The sudden, tingling, electric thrill that flushed her entire body with tiny goose bumps as his obscenely probing finger touched her clitoris triggered an alarm in Abby's brain.
"Awwww," she moaned. "No-no, you better not."
"What the hell you mean he better not," Russ bellowed down, glaring at her. "You ain't got no choice. You want me to take over for him? I'll show you somethin'."
"N-no, don't ... it's all right," she squirmed submissively. And as she did so the finger between her pussy lips brushed against her clitoris again, making a deep savage desire blossom momentarily inside her belly. God, she could hardly control herself, and yet she had to. If she showed she was enjoying this, it might spur them on to God knows what.
"Just play it nice and easy," the youth whispered down at her as he continued his skillful ministrations. "Don't worry about Russ, he just likes to talk."
She hoped Wally was right, but her assurance was broken when she looked up once again and saw the older man undoing his zipper, reaching into his shorts and withdrawing his cock. It looked like a massive blue-veined bludgeon capable of ramming through her pussy all the way up to her throat. Jutting out from tufts of why black pubic hair around the dark-skinned bulging shaft, its immense purplish head was gleaming with moisture, the slit at the end dilated lewdly, as though it were going to spit its semen at her any minute.
Flat on the bed, she watched in horror as Russ began to stroke the heavy foreskin obscenely back and forth around the bloated head of his turgid member, leering suggestively down at her all the time. Suddenly he bent his knees, lowering himself slightly so that his threatening cock was only inches away from her face.
"How would you like to suck this, baby?" he growled.
"N-no, I don't. I can't...." she protested, genuine fear clouding her eyes this time. God, it was huge, she'd never seen anything like it. If she let him put that thing inside her it might kill her.
"Please, Wally," she whispered desperately to the boy. "Do something, anything. Make him go away."
It was no longer a joke; all the excuses she had tried to use to make herself accept the situation seemed to evaporate in the wind. This was real. Russ was a monster with a cock that did not even look like anything human.
"I can see you never saw a real cock," Russ spat derisively, backing away from the bed. "Well, you'll get your turn at it next. Now suppose you just spread your legs and let my buddy here get you nice and warmed up for me."
Obediently, Abby did as she was told, spreading her legs as wide apart as they could go, preparing herself for the orgy of tonguefucking she knew was going to take place. Desperately she wished that Mike would come back and save her. She knew she would never be able to take Russ's unnaturally huge organ inside her.
Her full breasts heaved as she took deep gasping breaths and watched, wide-eyed, as Wally positioned himself eagerly between her cream-white legs, a greedy smile playing over his lips. His tongue flicked out lizard-like over his lower hp, and suddenly his two hands stabbed out and pulled apart the sparse-haired flanges of her cunt so that the moist petal-pink flesh of her vaginal slit was nakedly exposed to his lewd stare. After a lengthy inspection he gave a little grunt and flicked her clitoris teasingly with his thumbnail, causing her pelvis to buck and quiver spasmodically from the jolting pain.
"She looks a little dry to me," Russ called down at his partner. "Maybe you oughta swirl your tongue around in there a little."
As she lay helplessly motionless, Abby felt Wally's hand begin its sly, insidious work between her obscenely parted legs. He was methodically rubbing her clitoris now and tentatively probing the tight little opening of her vagina with his extended middle finger, but the only sensation she felt so far was one of irritating friction.
He bent forward and whispered in her ear. .
"Listen, you gotta let me suck your pussy. Just play along with it, and Russ'll jerk off. Once he does that he'll be okay."
"I don't have much choice, do I? Just hurry up please."
"That's the way. Don't you worry, everything's gonna be all right. We'll take you to your husband."
Abby looked up at him with glazed eyes, praying that he wasn't lying, that no harm had come to Mike. God, she could hardly believe what was going to happen, that in a moment his tongue would be thrusting up inside her pussy while Russ looked on, lasciviously stroking his huge, bulging cock. For a second, the fleeting idea that the two intruders were playing some sort of horrible game with her flitted through her mind, but she wasn't about to call their bluff, since it was entirely possible they were both dangerously unstable. Where had they come from and what were they doing on this island?
The younger one looked almost like one of the students at the college, but there was something hard and crude about him. He had grown up on the streets, not in a middle-class home, and she had never been confronted by people like that before.
Once again he resumed his crouching position between her defenseless thighs as Russ looked on, his hands resting on his hips, that monstrous cock of his jutting out menacingly toward her helpless body. God, why didn't Wally get started? Why was he teasing her like this? She felt helpless and naked on the bed, and yet a wild perverse excitement was already pulsing through her veins.
"Okay, are you ready?" the long-haired youth asked, looking up at her, his hands poised on the scalloped lips of her vagina. "You're gonna have to pretend you like it or else Russ ain't gonna get his rocks off."
"Yes, go on, please stop torturing me like this!" she pleaded, her hands gripping the corners of the mattress.
Oh God, when would he get started with it ... Each second he delayed was making her feel crazier and crazier, as though she really wanted him to do this thing, as though he wasn't forcing her and her life wasn't endangered.
"Go on, beg him!" Russ suddenly growled. "Beg him to suck your cunt."
They were going to humiliate her. It wasn't enough that they were going to do strange perverse things to her. They wanted to see her grovel as well. This Russ was sick and dangerous, and she knew she'd have to do anything he commanded.
"All right, I'm begging," she sighed resignedly as Russ moved back to the edge of the bed again.
"Not like that, baby. Put some soul in it. Tell Wally you want his tongue up inside that warm juicy cunt."
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of the lecherous stranger hovering over her, and finally the words came.
"Suck my cunt, Wally. Go on. For God's sake stop delaying it!"
"That's better," Russ sneered. "That's what I like to hear. Now start wiggling your ass around, and this time I want you to scream it."
There was no choice. Her eyes fixed on the massive cock jutting out from Russ's pants and, as she watched it jerking spasmodically, she knew he was getting more and more excited. She prayed he wouldn't be so excited that he would push the boy aside. Compliantly she began to grind her buttocks against the mattress as Wally remained poised between her thighs, his hot breath fanning her exposed cuntal lips.
"Suck me, Wally, oh God, suck my cunt!" she said louder, finding her own excitement growing with the power of the words.
"Louder!" Russ screamed.
"STICK YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! SUCK IT, SUCK IT!" she chanted now, her hands clawing at the bedsheets. She felt an involuntary trickle of moisture discharging from her cunt, her heart beginning to rapidly palpitate.
As Wally gazed down greedily at Abby's voluptuously shaped body and the luscious feast of pink cuntal flesh, he was thinking what a genius Russ was. He had scared the shit out of her and at the same time gotten her excited. She was playing right into their hands.
He knew she would turn into a screaming banshee in a matter of minutes, and once her resistance broke down completely she was going to enjoy herself like crazy. Christ, she wasn't just some uptight middle-class virgin, but a married woman who probably hadn't gotten enough cock from her husband in years. Hell, he was going to give her a tonguing and a fucking like she'd never had before, and she was going to respond to it like a wild animal.
Very gently, he spread apart her soft blonde pubic hair with his thumbs, dropping his mouth down to the defenseless "vee" of her quivering loins, and began licking the fluted pink edges of her cunt lips before sinking his tongue deeper into the moist, sweet-tasting slit.
When Wally's beard brushed the tender sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, Abby felt what seemed like thousands of tiny pinpricks of prurient itching begin to tingle and flow through her pelvic region. And then his tongue! Softly and moistly licking every inch of her hair-lined cuntal opening as though it were an ice-cream cone. She wondered just how she could have descended to the level where she was actually enjoying this in spite of her fear and terror. A total stranger was lapping at her pussy like a hungry dog, and wild thrills were flowing through every pore of her body! What had she come to? How could she betray her husband like this?
At the first searing shock of contact between his swabbing tongue and her defenseless clitoral button, Abby's buttocks jerked convulsively down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening attack on her secret parts. But there was no escape. His hot sweating palms held her thighs firmly spread and pinioned while his lips fastened, fish-like, on her viscous little pleasure-bud to suck it voraciously, as if he wanted to swallow it whole. His tongue somehow found a hypersensitive little fold of flesh that she never knew existed, and unnervingly he began to flail it, sending jolt after jolt of weird galvanic energy racing through her loins like electric sparks jumping from one terminal to another ... except that there were thousands of terminals all in motion at once.
Against her will her pelvis began to jerk and then slowly grind upward against his mouth as if it was a motor and his tongue was the switch that threw on the current.
"Aggggh-God-oohh!" she gasped, unable to resist the pleasure it was bringing. Her head was up off the mattress as she watched in disbelief how her body was betraying her. She must be going insane. Those couldn't be her hips writhing uncontrollably under the obscene assault of this boy's slavering tongue. They couldn't be! She felt like someone not quite delirious whose body is whipped and tossed by a raging fever while the mind still remains clear. With a groan she flopped back on the bed, her thighs jerking spasmodically as the thick liquid tongue mined the richness of her pussy. If only Mike hadn't neglected her for so long, she would never be reduced to this humiliation of enjoying her obscene rape. The boy was crouched like an animal, lewd wet sucking noises coming from his mouth in contact with the hot trembling lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes, her mind fantasizing what her husband was doing at this moment. She could see a naked teenage girl down on her knees, sucking his cock while another one was seductively undressing, preparing for her turn with him. She could see them moments later, the second girl squatting over his face as she eagerly ground her cunt down on his slavering tongue. Her head was ready to explode now from her overwrought state of bestial carnality.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned, her head flailing from side to side as the boy's relentless tongue thrust deep up inside her cuntal chamber and frenziedly swirled around. She knew the moment of total surrender had arrived, she couldn't even pretend to resist any longer. In sudden abandon her hands reached out and tangled fiercely in Wally's hair, pulling his face tighter against her grinding loins. God, she wanted him deeper, his tongue buried in the depths of her belly.
From his vantage point, Russ could see the rapid change in her movements, confirming his belief that she would be an easy mark all along. He could see her head flailing back and forth, her buttocks twitching and jerking up against Wally's face, and he could hear the soft uncontrollable moans of pleasure that were pouring mindlessly from her lips. Hell, Wally was really getting her prepared for him. When he was finished she would be loose and wet enough to swallow his man-sized cock in that hungry pussy of hers. As his excitement mounted, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of his jockey shorts, his mammoth penis springing out rigidly between his legs, the blood-filled head mushrooming out like a thick bludgeon. Damn, he was going to show this cunt a thing or two!
One look at her from outside the window early in the afternoon had told him what she was all about. The way she was parading around in front of the mirror was a sure sign that she was horny, that she'd wanted her husband to screw her, but he'd gone off on his boat and discovered Tara, so obviously he hadn't completed the task. Two is better than one anyway, he thought as he began stroking the heavy foreskin up and down the length of his lust-swollen penis.
In his mind he could already see her sucking his cock, her head bobbing back and forth as he sawed into her throat with enormous rhythmic strokes, making her face grow red and her cheeks puff out as she struggled to keep to keep her grip on it. But that was later. Now he was just going to enjoy watching Wally getting her warmed up with his tongue buried in her pussy.
The bearded youth was swirling his tongue around her hot little clitoris now, pumping it up in the oozing channel of her pussy. Grab that baby, he thought as he felt the rhythm of her cock-hungry cuntal contractions accelerate around his tongue. Man, she was fired up and ready to bomb off the line, but what the fuck, there was no hurry, and so he continued to tool her easy for awhile, letting her find her own natural rhythm which was still a little jerky and uneven as though she were testing out a whole new set of rockers down there. Yeah, it must be a brand-new trip for her, he thought, getting tongue-fucked. Hell, that husband of hers had probably forgotten how to do it, if he'd even known in the first place.
In a way, it was almost like taking a virgin, except that she had plenty of experience and obviously enjoyed what was happening to her. He wasn't about to hurry her along as much as he wanted to get plugged into her socket ... Christ, she was really creaming now. He could taste those sweet pussy juices filtering down, filling his mouth and wetting his cheeks as she screwed her pelvis against his face. Then her hands were tugging at his hair, and he looked up at her through the heaving valley between her voluptuously curved breasts. Her head was off the mattress again and she was staring down at him with passion-glazed eyes, her face all fever-red and her mouth twisted. Christ, he hardly recognized her. She looked like she was just about out of her fucking tree, the way she was writhing and twisting all over the bed.
"T-t-ake," Abby moaned without being able to articulate what she wanted.
"Oh yeah, you want it now, don't you? You want my cock in your pussy, don't you?"
The mild-mannered youth, her protector, was gone now, she suddenly realized. He too had turned into a vicious, menacing animal just like Russ. His face was contorted with a greedy lust, his lips bared back over his teeth like an angry wolf. Oh God, what were they going to do to her? She prayed there wouldn't be any violence.
"Please, do it easy," she begged.
"Don't give me that prude shit, you bitch," he snarled. "You love it, baby, and I'm gonna sink my cock in so deep it comes out your throat."
"You tell her, Wally," Russ chuckled as he rubbed the menacing spear of his cock above her. He could tell their little party was starting to get good now.
Suddenly the reality of what was happening hit Abby with its full force. She was being raped I A measure of her resistance returned, and she tried to scissor her legs shut as her body went rigid. This sudden turnabout was too much for Wally. Christ, she wasn't going to cop out now, not after all that effort he'd put into tongue-fucking her.
"'Spread you legs and put it in!" he growled.
It was an order, there was no doubt about it, Abby saw as she looked up into his scowling face. His good nature was gone now ... replaced by an angry, frustrated, male animal lust that could only grow more ugly and maybe even violent. It was her own fault, she told herself, for giving in to the tonguing of her clitoris. Her own frustrations had allowed her to welcome it, even though she had made a feeble show of resistance in the beginning. Now she was paying for her complicity in her own rape. God, she wished she could cut herself off at the waist and do away with her genitals.
"Put it in," he snarled. "Grab my cock and put it in that sweet little pussy of yours."
For emphasis he rammed the throbbing head of his penis roughly against her cunt lips, and she felt them involuntarily twitching in response.
"No, I won't, I can't," she shot back stubbornly.
She resolved she wasn't going to help him now. He had tricked her ... they were both the same, these two men-set on abusing and degrading her. If only they had treated her more gently, then perhaps she would have given in, even willingly. But now there was no way she would be forced to cooperate with them.
"All right, you bitch," Wally snarled, grabbing her hair with a savage yank and forcing one hand down between their slippery bodies to guide his thickly burgeoning shaft into the steaming fleshy folds of her cunt. There was no concealing his anger at the way she had led him on and now unexpectedly turned against him. Who the hell did she think she was fooling anyway, suddenly turning into a goddamn vestal virgin? She wanted to get fucked, they both knew it, so why was she playing games all of a sudden?
Christ, she sure as hell wasn't like any chick he'd ever known-one minute lying there moaning with pleasure as he speared his tongue up her cunt, the next minute suddenly closing her legs and refusing to give out anything like some land of convent girl. Christ, he'd show her. That sympathy bit he'd pulled earlier was all over now. Now he was going to take charge and get his rocks off, because that was the only thing that counted. He knew damn well if he diddled around any longer, Russ might just jump in and push him off.
With a grunt, Wally increased the pressure of his spongy cockhead against the tight elastic opening of her cunt, feeling her tense and cringe underneath him. She was holding her breath, the dumb cunt. She couldn't wait to get hurt.
He lunged forward between her legs.
"Awwwwwgh! No!" Abby screamed, trying to twist out from under him. But it was no use as his throbbing cock burst painfully through her already moistened cuntal slit and plowed upward, pushing the moistly heated flesh of her vagina ahead of it like a bulldozer pulverizing a path through a virgin forest.
"Unnnnnggghh!" she groaned when his gouging penis finally came to a halt lodged against her tender cushiony cervix, and she lay there under his brute weight, locked pelvis to pelvis with him, his thickly prodding cock embedded up to the hilt deep in her quivering belly, filling her as she had never been filled before. There wasn't one tiny ridge on its entire blood-filled length that she couldn't feel with the sensitive flesh of her cunt, as if she had suddenly been turned into a glove of living tissue for his fist-like cock. He had smashed the last barrier of her defenses and hurled his savage spear deep up into her helplessly pinioned body, and now she lay here beneath him, totally subjugated, a faint barbaric drumbeat beginning in her ears as the thudding rhythm of their blood soaring in their two intertwined bodies slowly harmonized....
Wally lay still for a moment glaring down at his skewered captive, his face directly over hers.
"You're not scared anymore, are ya? You like that cock of mine throbbin' around inside." He jolted his cock even deeper and ground down harder on the fleshy cushion of her pubic mound, wringing another little mewl of pain from her lips. "You wanna be hurt? You want me to hurt you?" he demanded cruelly.
When she didn't answer, he drew his lust-crazed cock all the way out of her sheathing cunt to the tip and then brutally slammed it home again, knocking the breath out of her.
"Uggggh, it hurts," she protested, writhing in pain.
"Answer me, damn it. You want me to hurt you, don't you?"
Still she said nothing, lying transfixed beneath him, but now her blue eyes were wide open, locked on his face with a strange expression he had never seen before and couldn't understand. Once again he pulled out nearly all the way, flexed his hips and drove cruelly back in. This time she didn't even whimper or bat an eyelash. It was like fucking a corpse!
"You want me to hurt you, you gotta beg," he grunted hoarsely. "Beg me!"
She shook her head.
"All right, fuck you, you dumb bitch," he yelled in sudden fury, pulling his cock all the way out of her and leaping to his feet astride her prostrate body. She wigged him out, this cunt did. He grabbed his overcharged cock and with a few quick jerks of his hand brought himself off, spewing spurt after spurt of white-hot cum all over her motionless body, her stomach, breasts, neck and face. A couple of sticky drops spattered on her lips and dribbled down in thick, viscous trails. Abby lay perfectly still, as though paralyzed, humiliated by the degrading act that was taking place. She watched as he pumped his jerking cock savagely a couple more times and the last drop of sperm dangled down in a long thread toward her naked cunt where the whole load should have gone. Damn, Wally thought. It was the most despressingly unsatisfactory orgasm he'd ever had in all his nineteen years. Christ, he'd fucked more active broads at the age of fourteen. What made it worse was the promise she'd shown in the beginning. It looked like she was really going to go wild, but she'd just turned a switch somewhere in her body and sealed herself completely off. What a bitch!
"Christ," he muttered bitterly to Russ. "I can't take any more of this shit! She's all yours, man!"
"Don't worry, Wally, we ain't finished yet. Once I sink my cock down her throat, she'll be ready for anything."
Abby cowered on the bed, paralyzed by fear as the older man approached her. She realized now that she had made a mistake. If only she'd given in and let Wally fuck her, Russ might very well have allowed himself to be carried away. But it had turned out exactly the opposite of what she'd expected. Instead, it was Wally who had suddenly blown his mind and spewed his sperm all over her in such a degrading manner, while the older one had controlled himself and was now ready to finish the job the boy hadn't completed. Oh God, what had she gotten herself into?
If she could only run now, escape and somehow find Mike, but no! She was trapped. She knew that Wally would never let her get past him, that he had been lying all along about not wanting to participate in this foul venture with his friend. As for Russ, she'd known he was sick from the beginning, and now he was moving onto the bed toward her. Why, why had she let herself get so carried away in the beginning? This was worse that a nightmare now.
Her eyes bulged wide as they fixed on Russ's friction-flamed cock that sprang out between his legs like a menacing spear. It must have been nearly a foot long, longer than anything she'd ever seen before, and she realized now that he was dead serious about making her suck it. Instinctively, she backed away until she found herself in a corner with no exit, no escape, wishing desperately that she could somehow spring from the mattress to freedom.
"Oh God, no. Please don't," she begged as he moved toward her on his knees, his teeth bared back over his lips, a cruelly sadistic smile playing over his face.
"Too late now, baby," he purred. "This is the real thing. Wally was just warmin' you up. You think you're ready to take it?"
"I'll do anything, please! I swear. Don't make me suck it."
Russ laughed outwardly at the sudden paralyzed fear he sensed in her. What in the hell was she trying to pull? He'd seen how she had worked herself up with Wally, how she'd been enjoying the way he was sucking her cunt. But now the tables suddenly turned. She had to give something and wasn't about to do it. She was willing to cooperate as long as she was getting, but not when it came to giving. But he'd see that she didn't back out. She was going-to give this time, all right. She was going to give him a full-scale blow-job and suck his cock until he spewed every ounce of sperm he could muster down her throat.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he growled. "You're gonna suck me, and you're not gonna get out of it. You wanna see your husband alive, don't ya?"
The brutality of his words finally hit her with the totality of their force.
"Where is he?" she shouted, her eyes blazing.
Russ responded with a swift backhand across her face, sending her sprawling on the mattress.
"Stop givin' me a hard time, you bitch. I told you where he was-fuckin' our women. And that ain't no lie. But if you don't start wising up, we may just take care of him. I killed enough people in Vietnam and a few more don't matter, you get me?"
Abby remained perfectly silent now, realizing the gravity of the situation. It had been bad enough all along, but now the blonde-haired housewife knew they were both dead serious and capable of carrying out anything they talked about.
Like a submissive animal, she assumed the position demanded of her, sinking down to her knees, and supporting herself with her arms out to either side. There was no use resisting. She was going to be fucked in the mouth by a brutal stranger, but at least now she knew she was doing if to save her husband. There was no other way out.
"That's it Russ. Sock it to her, man!" Wally called from his position on the floor, where he had just lit a joint. "I want to see that blonde bitch choke on your cock."
"Comin' up," Russ groaned. "Open that sweet little mouth of yours, baby."