Chapter 6

Inside the other cottage on the small island, two young men were watching with greedy lust as the blonde housewife cowered on all fours, helplessly immobilized by fear and disgust. What had once been merely unpleasant had now become diabolically hellish.

Russ moved on his knees slowly toward Abby, a twisted smile on his face as he stroked his hugely bulging cock, riding the loose foreskin back on the stiff base and bringing it forward again. He watched with enjoyment the look of abject terror in her eyes. She wasn't acting the least bit snotty now, not like she was in control of the situation. The once-cool bitch was now a mass of trembling flesh, in awe of his massively powerful cock, the cock he was going to shove down into the depths of her throat.

"Open wide and say 'ahh,' baby," he crooned malevolently as he stationed his knees between her supporting arms.

Abby tried to look away and avoid the mammoth male instrument that was now brushing against her cheek, but her eyes returned to it involuntarily. It was thick and pulsating like a jungle snake, ribbed and webbed with thick blue veins, the head large and spongy like a menacing primeval mushroom.

"Please, Russ. Don't make me suck it," she begged one last time. "It's too big, you'll choke me.

"Look at her coppin' out," Wally laughed maliciously as he looked on the salacious scene.

"It's too late now, baby. Like I said, open wide," Russ commanded.

Trembling with raw animal fear, Abby craned her neck upward and clenched her eyes tightly shut to blot out the reality of what was going to happen. Compliantly, she opened her mouth as wide as it could go, knowing that if his cock was really so big that she couldn't take it, he might shove it down her throat and kill her. She waited, dreading the moment-he would stuff his obscene organ inside her mouth, but Russ was taking his time.

With a lewd grin he grasped his massive cock by the base and began circling the spongy cockhead around her full lips, leaving a ring of sticky pre-cum on the soft moist flesh.

"That's just a preview," he said, rocking back slightly and pulling his cock back. Involuntarily Abby closed her mouth and ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the pungent salt of his maleness. Oh God, he was going to torture her, he was going to make her suffer before he spewed load after load of his hot cum into her throat.

He moved forward again, this time forcing his blood-swollen cock in between her closed lips until the bell-shaped tip came to rest against her teeth.

Slowly he began a teasing rotating motion, withdrawing the cockhead slightly but never quite removing it from the grip of her lips.

"Come on, baby, I want to see you get all hot and bothered, just the way you did with Wally. Open those pearly white teeth of yours."

In spite of her terror, Abby could feel her earlier sensation of arousal returning, and a thin trickle of moisture flowed down from her vaginal lips, down over the insides of her thighs. In spite of her resistance her eyes opened, and she looked fearfully down at the mammoth male organ trembling between her lips. It was long, thick, and bulbous and traveled crookedly back to the base of his loins surrounded by dark wiry pubic hair. It was huge!

Suddenly she felt his hands gripping her hair and his pelvis moving forward. The pressure of his lust-swollen organ was enough to push through the barrier of her locked teeth, and she felt his massive rod of flesh penetrating into the warm depths of her mouth.

"Start suckin', baby," he growled. "And suck it good."

Automatically her lips began to open and close, fish-like, around his bloated spongy cockhead, and a tremor of wild obscene excitement sped through her belly. He began massaging her temples with his hands, his pelvis undulating as it began a back-and-forth motion.

The stiff rod of flesh plunged an inch deeper, and she realized now that she had to suck him off and make him cum immediately before he plunged his invading cock any deeper inside and made her choke to death. Resigning herself, she began to nibble ferociously, her lips opening and closing around the impaling instrument, her tongue swirling around the glans on the underside until she felt his rock-hard organ give a preliminary jerk. He was hot and ex cited, she could feel it ... he was going to cum any second. She had to get it over with, before he became too excited ... and before she lost control of herself.

His pelvis rocked faster, now, and his pounding cock slid in deeper, back and forth, dribbling tiny droplets of salty moisture down her throat. As he watched delightedly, he reached forward and seized her voluptuously rounded breasts, running his thumbs over them in tickling circles that sent mad pulsations flashing through her body. In response she began wiggling her hips, feeling her own moist juices flowing down from her cunt even more freely. Why, why was she losing control again? It was as though she were some kind of obscene whore who had begged for this, had actually begged to suck his cock.

"That's it, baby, you're goin' to it now," he groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in ecstasy. He knew she'd come around. He had her in his power now, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, he drove his turgid cock all the way in up to the base, reveling in the way she gagged and sputtered as his wiry pubic hair flattened against her nose and cheeks.

He could feel the sensitive bulbous head of his plunging cock grinding against her throat, and he began rotating his hips and pelvis, his hands digging ferociously into the sides of her head to hold her in place. He could see her pumping and slaving, her cheeks puffing out as she sucked madly on the wildly pumping organ.

"Aaaaaaghhh, unnggggh!" she gasped, fighting for breath. The cock was buried deep down in her throat and there was nothing she could do to dislodge it. Her hand swung frantically from side to side, her lips opened and closed, sucking voraciously, and suddenly she reached forward with both hands, one hand grabbing the firm flesh of his buttocks for support, the other gently cupping his lust-bloated balls.

"Awwww Jesus," he groaned. "Squeeze 'em, squeeze 'em."

But there was no need to spur her on now. Her mind was destroyed, blown open by the obscenely raw pleasure of this huge male organ pumping savagely in and out of the depths of her throat. She wanted it, she wanted it alll She wanted to suck and swallow his flaming hot cum until it burned and bubbled in her belly.

Like a madwoman, she slaved and worked as he squeezed and tore at her breasts, twisting her nipples until she thought she would go mad from the fiendish pleasure-pain. She was in an entirely different world now, as if she had gone insane.

"Jesus, God!" he wailed above her. "I'm cumming! Suck it! Suck it!"

Never had he expected her to go wild like this, although he'd known eventually that she would begin to respond with more pleasure than pain. But this was too incredible to be true! Her whole body was working madly to bring him to a stupendous orgasm. He could feel her stiff nipples thrusting out like little darts against the palms of his hands. He could see her well-rounded buttocks raised high in the air, rotating in widely swinging circles, the smooth flesh of her back rippling as she bucked back and forth.

All of a sudden he couldn't hold back any longer. He could feel his whole body stiffening, goose pimples crawling over his flesh. His aching cock jerked and seemed to explode, hot jets of sperm racing up from his steaming balls as her fingernails dug rhythmically into his scrotum. His hips and belly twitched and pulsed uncontrollably, while his spasming cock balloned out and began shooting like a machine gun. One, two, three hot spurts. And then more. His cum rocketed from his balls like a searing torrential flood that had burst through a dam.

Her blue eyes wide open and rolling in their sockets, Abby sucked savagely on the cum-spewing instrument in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed as her head bobbed back and forth, and her adam's apple rippled up and down, frantically trying to swallow every bit of the liquid bombardment spewing deep into her throat, ravenously devouring the salty, sticky sperm that was flooding her insides. Never before had she tasted anything so sweet. Each scalding jet that poured down into her throat seemed to ignite a fire in her loins that could not be satisfied. It wasn't enough! She wanted more, and as Russ pushed against her temples, slowly beginning to withdraw his now-deflating organ from her mouth, she followed after it, licking and nibbling hungrily at it like a starving bitch dog.

"Oh Jesus Christ, that's enough," Russ pleaded as he fell back on his elbows on the mattress, but the ravenous blonde wasn't to be deterred. She grasped his tingling balls and squeezed them, trying to pump them dry, her lips and tongue swirling over the sticky streams of cum still clinging to the slit of his cockhead.

"Morel More! Give me more," she begged until finally he pushed her away, and realizing that it was all over, she lay on her back on the bed, her breasts heaving as she inhaled deep breaths. Streams of viscous cum oozed out over her sensual lips and clung to her chin, and for the moment there was not an ounce of remorse in her body-only a warm lingering pleasure from the obscene blow-job she had just performed. How could it be? How could she have let herself do anything like this? But the guilt was only a faint echo in her mind. God, she'd loved itl She only wished she could do it again! The strange intruder had the biggest, most delicious cock she had ever tasted.

By now, Mike had already consumed half the wine on the kitchen table, and that in combination with the marijuana had fogged his mind over so completely he hardly knew where he was. In his mind, confused scenes of sex were tumbling all about. He remembered the redhead, the scene on the beach, then coming to the cabin, and then Vicky. Vicky sitting on the bed, her skirt hiked over her hips, the candle bobbing obscenely in and out of her pussy.

Jesus, he couldn't believe it, he was horny again. How many times had he fucked and been sucked tonight? He couldn't remember. Everything was bobbing and throbbing in his mind, and now, setting down the bottle, he weaved his way toward the bedroom, his cock beginning to rise up and jut out lewdly from his loins once again. Fuck, fuck. That was the only thing going on in his mind.

Staggering to the bedroom, he stopped in the doorway and fixed his eyes on the scene taking place inside. Tara was still sprawled out on the bed where he'd left her, and Vicky was kneeling beside her, smoothly stroking the younger girl's inner thighs right up to the cum-soaked tawny hair covering Tara's pubic mound.

"He wasn't very satisfying, was he?" the dark-haired girl murmured. "We can do it better, just the two of us."

"Oh Vicky, I don't want to. I don't like that."

"Don't be like that, sweetheart. You know I can bring you off. I can suck that clit of yours better than any man in the world. Come on, let me suck it, and then you'll feel nice and calm."

The young redhead gave in, moaning and nodding her head, and Vicky hunched down in between her outspread legs and began nuzzling into the sperm-drenched pussy with obscene licking and sucking noises. Pretty soon Tara's hips began to grind and churn.

Christ, they were both fucking lesbians, Mike thought derisively. He should have known it all along. No wonder Vicky had given him such a pile of shit about coming too soon. She was just against men, that's all! Damn, he thought, look at the way her ass is quivering now when she's going down on Tara. It looked as though that hairless anus of hers were winking at him, telling him something.

It took a minute for the message to register, but then it came in loud and clear. That little anus wanted to be fucked. What a delight it would be, shoving his cock up there and teaching her a lesson. He wanted to see her squirm like a pig on a stick. He'd split her wide open.

Circling hands around his reawakening cock, he began rubbing the foreskin back and forth over his glistening cockhead. Hell, his penis felt like it had been put through a meat grinder, but it was working all right, getting harder and thicker every second. Jesus, he'd never felt more potent in his life. The whole congested length of his aching cock was feverishly inflamed from his lustful exertions, but the hard-on that was jutting between his legs was still one of the biggest he'd ever managed to produce. Damn, he was going to give that ball-chewing dyke, Vicky, the lesson of her life.

Reeling drunkenly, he stumbled across the room and mounted the bed until he was just behind the kneeling dark-haired girl. Then he spat on his extended middle finger and aimed it true to the mark at the puckered hairless little nether hole, and with no warning at all, he rammed his out-thrust digit up her rectum to the first knuckle.

"Awwwwwwwwh!" Vicky screamed wildly, her head popping up like a jack-in-the-box from between Tara's thighs as the searing pain from her lacerated back passage scoured through her nervous system. She tried to lunge sideways to escape the unbearable penetration, but with his free arm Mike locked her buttocks in a bear like bone-crushing grip against his burly chest and held her buttocks immobilized.

"Stop it, damn youl Get out of there!" she screamed wildly at him, twisting her head around and spitting like a trap cat.

"Just shut your goddamn mouth. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass and you're gonna enjoy it," he growled.

Without waiting for her reply, Mike seized the older girl by the hips and tilted her buttocks upward until they were waving in front of his eyes like a desirable prize.

Vicky clenched her sphincter muscle tightly in a desperate effort to prevent the unwanted entry, though she knew that ultimately it would do no good. She hated getting fucked from the rear because she had no control over what was going on. The few times she'd let Russ do it to her, she'd had such funky far-out orgasms she hardly knew what to think. It had been almost enough to make her respect men again, which was something she didn't want to do.

How this guy had ever managed to get it up again, she would never know. She thought he would be passed out in a heap in a corner somewhere, gone for the night. Well, one more time around, she told herself grimly, but he'd pay for this. She was going to get back at him any way she could. Her dark eyes blazed with vicious intensity at the thought of her upcoming revenge. What it would be, she didn't know yet, but she would find something.

"Keep sucking, Vicky," Mike growled, proud of his dominating position over her. He wanted her to bend down again in order to leave him greater access to that tight little anus of hers.

No more piss and vinegar left in her now, he gloated. All it took was a finger in the right place. Drunkenly, he squinted down at his anger-bloated cock which was straining eagerly up toward its target at a forty-five degree angle, aimed by an instinct as old as human nature. Damn, his cock was going to outlast him if he didn't hurry, he realized, becoming aware of his suddenly blurred vision and spinning head. He abruptly pulled his impaling finger out of Vicky's now-moist and distended anus with an obscene popping sound and planted the bulging head of his throbbing penis at the still-disproportionately tiny entrance. It was now or never! With his fingers digging like talons into the soft white flesh of the black-haired girl's widespread buttocks, he gathered all his remaining strength and lunged forward.

"NnnnNOOOO!" Vicky's agonized groan rose muffled from Tara's passionately grinding cunt as Mike stared elatedly down at the bloated tip of his rock-hard cock firmly embedded between the quaking ass cheeks of his helpless victim." God, she was tight! He'd never felt anything that tight before. A black tide of sheer sadistic lust swept through his body, and his hands began to swoop blindly around her hips like hunger-crazed birds, fiercely plucking and pinching at her buttocks, thighs, stomach, whatever they met.

He reached up underneath her kneeling body and savagely squeezed her nipple-peaked breasts until she yelped with pain. Then he thrust his hand down between her parted legs to mercilessly grind against her swollen clitoris with the ball of his outstretched finger.

"Start movin' that ass!" he yelled at her, exulting in his total mastery and the orgy of pain he was inflicting. Never before had he deliberately hurt a woman but it was exactly what this cunt wanted, exactly what she wanted! The knowledge of that diabolical truth burned like a beacon through the thick fumes of wine and marijuana that shrouded his brain as he began to saw brutally in and out of her overstretched nether hole. He rammed his spearing cock farther and farther up into her abused rectal passage until his pelvis smashed solidly against her flattened buttocks with a loud smacking noise, and the tight ring of her defenseless anus clasped the very base of his ferociously stabbing cock. She was moving now! By God, he could feel her humping back against him-she wanted it! He was drilling so far up inside her that it seemed like he could feel her heart thudding against the end of his cock!

"Oooooh yess, shit! I want it!" she groaned. Harrrrder, deeeeper!"

With a lopsided, drunken leer on his face, Mike looked up from their obscenely welded bodies to where Tara's head was flailing from side to side on the mattress. Her pale face was contorted in a grimace of ecstasy as she bit her lower lip in her struggle toward orgasm. The sight reminded Mike of his failure to make her cum, poor kid, but he was no longer ashamed. He had proved he was a man tonight and evened the score with this wild bitch, Vicky, who was moaning and gasping under him and frantically milking his rod up and down with her anus the way she had done before with her cunt. He could feel the miraculously renewed sperm boiling in his balls but this time he was in control. He could hold back forever if he had to....

Abby found herself with her clothes on stumbling somewhere through the woods, although she wasn't sure where. Russ was leading the way in front of her, while Wally remained a few paces behind, giving her an occasional shove as she faltered. She knew they were worried about her trying to run away, but the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. The worst of the ordeal was over, and they were taking her to her husband now.

Finally, she would be able to discover the truth. Had he really taken up with their two girl friends, or had they been lying all along? It was a kind of morbid curiosity that propelled her along the path toward the cabin. She pictured Mike injured and sprawling, having been robbed and beaten by her captors; then the picture changed, and saw him on a soiled mattress performing acrobatic feats with the two young girls. What the truth was, she had no idea. She could only find out for herself.

In a short time, she could see a light gleaming ahead through the early evening darkness. That must be the cabin, she thought, and with each step she grew more tense, for soon she was going to discover the truth.

"You still don't believe us, do you?" Russ called out from ahead. "Well, just hang on, and you'll see for yourself. I'll bet he's doin' it to both of them right now."

Abby remained silent, undaunted by his jibe until they came within view of the place, and then all three moved forward slowly, stepping gingerly over the rocks and twigs that littered the ground.

In a matter of moments she found herself against the wall of the building, her hands barely touching the windowsill.

"Go on, take a peek," Wally urged her. "See for yourself."

Slowly she raised her head up and gazed through the window opening onto the bedroom. She was doing the same thing Russ had done earlier when he'd spied on her, but overcome by curiosity she could not resist. It was hopeless. What she saw hit her like a bucket of cold water.

By the light of a lamp on a bedside table, against a background of red-orange flames leaping in the fireplace, she beheld her husband stark naked and hunched like a savage animal over a girl who herself was bent forward in between the legs of another girl. It was the most perverted, obscene thing she had ever witnessed. He was fucking one girl in the rectum while she was tonguing her friend's pussy. A raging indignation welled up inside the watching blonde-haired woman, even though she remembered what she had been doing with Russ and Wally only a short time ago.

It wasn't fair. All along Mike had been neglecting her, and now he was obviously fucking these two girls with an enthusiasm she hadn't seen in him in years. It was incredible. How could he be so bored with sex at home, and yet so wildly alive now?

His head was thrown back, his mouth wide open so that she could almost hear the groans issuing from it. He was pumping his cock furiously back and forth into the dark-haired girl's nether passage, slamming into her with a savage abandon that she had never thought possible in her husband. The guilt surrounding her own transgressions vanished in the night breeze. He had been a lying hypocrite all along. He wasn't tired of sex, he was tired of her. And his tiredness had led her to enjoy the ravishment she had just suffered. Her terror was suddenly supplanted by an uncontrollable anger directed at her husband.

"That bastard, that goddamn son of a bitch," she breathed heatedly.

Wally and Russ exchanged amused glances.

"I told you he was fuckin' our chicks," Russ said. "Now you see we were just tryin' to get even."

"Well, you got even, all right," she spat. "But I didn't. Come on, we're going inside. I'm going to give you two the fucking of your lives just to get back at him."

Wally responded with a low whistle of amazement, and Russ grabbed the blonde's hand, giving her a jerk in the direction of the front door.

"You got a deal, baby."

After Russ had yanked open the door, Abby entered perfectly straight-faced, her heightened emotions under control, at least outwardly. What she was going to do now was cold and calculated. She was going to pay Mike back for years of indifference, and she was going to bring it all home to him with a graphic punch that he would never forget.

It was Russ who entered the bedroom first, swinging the door boisterously open.

"Goddamn, I didn't know you girls were havin' a party. Look who we brought along."

On the bed, Vicky turned and flashed an angry smile.

"It's about time you got back. We've been horny all day. But Mike's been helping us out."

Mike heard her words and sensed that someone else had entered the bedroom, but it did not register on him the same way it would have had he been sober. For a long moment he continued plunging his cock deep into Vicky's anal crevice trying to bring himself to the point of orgasm and flood her nether passage with his cum.

"Look at him go," Wally whistled. "He must really like Vicky's asshole."

"Never mind about him," Abby snapped suddenly. "He can do his thing and we'll do ours." Methodically she began unbuttoning her blouse and undoing her skirt as she glanced at her husband, heedlessly grinding away toward orgasm on the bed. Either he was ignoring her or he hadn't realized that she was in the same room. At any rate it didn't matter. He would discover her presence soon enough.

Mike heard a woman's voice, but that's all it was ... the voice of another woman, probably someone the two guys had picked up on the mainland. The only thing that mattered now was the abuse he was giving Vicky's rectum. He was going to cum any second. Oh Jesus, he could feel it now.

Leaning forward he thrust his hips home against her buttocks, bringing a scream from her throat, and suddenly his jack-hammering cock began to shoot off like a string of firecrackers. Shot after shot of his fiery sperm jetted into her writhing rectum, and he could feel her sphincter clasping and unclasping around his spasming cock, trying to suck it dry. He moaned and bellowed, and when the last ounce of white-hot sperm had shot up into her nether depths, he fell back and collapsed on the bed. Hell, he's shown her what a man could do, he'd really shown her, and now he was possessed by a total exhaustion that swept over his body like a deep, gentle wave. His mind whirled in confusion, his eyes flickered shut and a smile of pleased triumph formed on his lips. God, was he satisfied. He had never been so satisfied in his life.

Abby stared disappointedly at the lumped mass of flesh that was her husband. She was certain now that he hadn't even realized she was in the room, but it didn't matter. He was bound to wake up again, and when he did he would be witness to a scene that would shock him out of his complacency forever.

"Take your clothes off, Wally," she commanded firmly, pointing her finger at the youth.

"Far out, you're really comin' along."

"Don't talk, just take your clothes off," she repeated, feeling herself rising to command of the situation. She wanted everything to work just her way so that when Mike woke up he would realize immediately that she was giving herself freely and not being raped.

Obediently, the bearded teenager stripped all of his clothing off and nakedly approached her with his young cock jutting out half-hard from between his legs.

"Lay down on your back," she said. "Go on, do it. I want to do things my way now."

Grinning, Wally did as she commanded, spreading his legs slightly apart and watching his excited cock rising to the occasion until it was stiff and hard and pointing straight up at the ceiling.

"Oh wow," Vicky sighed in admiration from the bed. "This chick really knows what she's doing."

As if to prove the other girl right, Abby crawled up top of Wally on her knees and spread her legs wide, grasping his youthful throbbing cock in her fingers and massaging it lightly up and down until she could feel it growing thicker and harder in the palm of her hand.

Tantalizingly she began circling it around the lips of her moistened cunt, feeling it pulse in time to her ministrations.

"Oh man," Wally groaned. "You're an incredible broad."

She teased him a second longer until she could feel his penis jerking excitedly in her hand, and then slowly she lowered her hips, feeling the spongy cockhead slip in between her moistly heated labia. It was the first time in all this mad afternoon that she was going to be fucked, and she could feel herself trembling in anticipation. God, it was good. If only Mike would wake up now and see what was going on. That was the whole purpose of what she was doing; it wasn't for her pleasure, but simply to get even with him.

With a lewd sucking sound the teenager's lust-thickened penis slipped up deep inside her, and she began a rocking, grinding motion as her cunt lips palpitated hotly around the invading shaft of rock-hard flesh. It was stiff and thick, and already it was throbbing vibrantly inside her.

"Oh yeah," Wally groaned. "You really know how to do it." Abby was completely in control of the situation now, and she leaned forward on her haunches, trapping Wally's upthrust cock tightly inside her, supporting herself with her hands on either side of his shoulders.

"Go on, suck my breast, hard!"

Without protest, Wally propped himself up on his elbows and circled his lips around one of her stiffly aroused nipples. He began sucking greedily, swirling his tongue around the very tip, feeling it respond with an ever-growing sharpness, and at the same time feeling his cock being swallowed ever deeper up inside her steaming cunt.

Jesus, she was incredible now. All that bullshit she'd pulled earlier had gone with the wind. She was alive and fucking like a real champ, throwing herself into it with a soul. As his lips clasped and unclasped around her nipple, she rocked back and forth on his loins, going slightly up and down, driving his rigid cock crazy with desire. Christ, it was like her cunt was a mouth the way it was nibbling around his lust-hardened rod.

Russ, his eyes fixed on the salacious scene, was suddenly coming alive again, his own massive cock stirring inside the tight confines of his pants.

"Pump it, blondie, move that ass!" He egged her on encouragingly, shooting a sidelong glance at Vicky on the bed. It was as though he were saying, "Look, here's a match for you."

In a second Russ was slipping out of his trousers and whipping off his jockey shorts, his feverish cock flexing like a mammoth pole between his legs.

That blonde's fast-moving buttocks were a temptation too strong to resist. The way they were wiggling and circling around, they looked like an engraved invitation to be fucked ... not that he needed one. He watched as Wally drew his widespread legs up until his knees were pointing up at the ceiling, and then the older man moved in. Hunching down on all fours he moved up against Abby's body until his face was right at the crevice of her buttocks, and suddenly his tongue darted forward, flicking lizard-like at her tightly puckered little anus.

The outlandish sensation sent a jolt through Abby's body that spurred her on to an even faster, more rhythmic pumping motion of her hips. God, he was actually going to lick her asshole. Nobody had ever done that before. Hurry, Mike, wake up, you bastard, she urged silently. I want you to see all of this.

Casting a glance at the bed, she could see her husband beginning to stir, rolling over on his side. She had to something to rouse him from his semi-coma.

"OOOOOOH, God, Russ, suck me! Suck my ass!" she wailed in a deep dramatic moan, bringing an instant result.

Russ's hands sank brutally into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and pried her buttocks apart, giving him greater access, to the twitching ring of her anus, and in a second she felt an electric jolt as his tongue thrust up against her nether hole, pushing inside this time. Beneath her, Wally was beginning to thrust and buck his pelvis up hard against her loins, matching the writhing movements of her own hips. The suction on his straining cock inside her pussy was loud and wet and reverberated obscenely throughout the room.

The noise was loud enough to lift the fog from Mike's brain, and he blinked open his eyes. Christ, what was happening? Were they going at it again? The sounds were coming from the floor. It must be the girl the two youths had picked up on the mainland. They were obviously giving her a good going-over. He had to get out of here while they were still occupied, or else they were suddenly going to turn on him and .tear him limb from limb for fucking their girls.

His eyes still bleary he pivoted his legs off the bed, reached for his clothes which lay in a heap on the floor. And then he froze. His eyes fixed in disbelief on the scene that was taking place. They were fucking his wife! No-Abby was on top. She was fucking the bearded young teenager, and the other guy had his face buried between her wide-spread buttocks.

Sensing the movement on the bed, Abby went into the full throes of abandon.

"Fuck me, Russ, fuck my ass!" she screamed as she pumped frantically up and down on Wally's cock, desperately trying to make the teenager cum. She could feel his bloated cock inside her so deep, she thought any minute it would burst through her belly and penetrate her throat with its bulbous cockhead. His arms strained and his stomach muscles expanded and contracted as Wally thrust upward, ramming his seething rod of flesh into her welcoming cuntal passage. At the same time, Russ withdrew his mouth from her anus and, firmly gripping her hips, thrust his mammoth penis against the moistened nether opening with the force of a battering ram.

"Ummgh, God it's good!" she gasped, her face contorted in a weird mask of frenzied lust, as she felt the massive cock boring up into her vaginal rectum.

She was being impaled from both ends now, skewered by two hard male cocks ... it was incredible. She had never experienced anything like it ... and all the while her husband was watching, witnessing the salacious scene. That was the best part. She was paying him back for screwing the two young girls, for neglecting her over the years. God, the revenge was beautiful almost as good as the raw pleasure she was receiving herself.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee!" she failed as Russ rammed his turgid cock deep up into her rectum and Wally suddenly squirmed beneath her. She could feel his teenage cock twitching, the knob-like cockhead trembling and suddenly squirting its smoldering load of cum up inside her belly. The spurting cum spewed and jerked into her like a wildly flowing nectar, and she tossed her head back, rolling from side to side as her full lips bared back over her teeth.

"Oh wow, that's incredible!" Vicky breathed from the bed.

Mike, for his part, was still not sure he wasn't hallucinating. He knew that this was his wife, and he could tell she wasn't being raped, but it didn't seem possible. She was enjoying it ... she was actually enjoying being fucked by two complete strangers!

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, and as he attempted to rise up from the bed, he felt Vicky's arms curling tightly around his neck in a snake-like embrace, pulling him back down.

"Oh no you don't. Your wife hasn't got it off yet. Besides, you got some more lead left in your pencil."

Simultaneously, Tara stirred and came to Vicky's aid, giggling in an insane teenage way. Before he knew what was happening he was flat on his back, and Vicky's hands were curled around his limp cock, trying to bring it to erection once again. As he turned his head he could see the younger boy moving his body out from under Abby, his cock trailing sticky strands of oozing cum. At the same time, Abby went down on all fours and wiggled her buttocks high in the air as Russ slammed his punishing penis violently into her anus, bringing whimpering cries of mad pleasure from her lips.

"Harder, harder! Jam it up my asshole!" she screamed, her whole body undulating and pumping, her head lashing from side to side. Jesus, she was a fucking machine. She'd gone crazy. And it was all his fault! He'd never known she could turn on like this.

But there was little time to watch, for now, spurred on by his wife's animalistic performance, he felt his own cock stiffening still another time. Then he felt Vicky's hungrily sucking lips closing around it, and at the same time, Tara turned around and lowered her sweet young pussy over his face. Oh yes, the night was young yet, and they were all going to fuck until the early hours of morning. Never again would he complain about life being dull.