'Swing around, Tanya, so Susan can suck you off too!'
Immediately the blonde girl backed away from Susan's wetly palpitating pussy and quickly swung her body around, positioning her throbbing hot cunt directly over the abused young brunette's mouth so that they could share their mutual excitement. Then, supported on her elbows, she bent down and continued to lick voraciously at the warm succulent slit below.
At first Susan was frozen with shock as she realized what was demanded of her now. It was one thing to passively submit to another woman's oral ministrations while she was helpless to resist her intensely awakened body responses, but this! To actually put her mouth and tongue on Tanya's naked vagina, now hovering over her face menacingly, was beyond her comprehension. This was too much. She couldn't do it.
'Go ON!' Art shouted, pumping wildly at his thickly swollen penis, 'Get your hot little tongue into Tanya's pussy!Now! Or I'll wrap my fists around your face!'
Closing her eyes, and fighting back the resurgence of shame, Susan opened her mouth and timidly pushed out her tongue as Tanya lowered her moist eager cunt onto her face. At first the young bride recoiled from the slightly tart, feminine love juices she tasted as her tongue nervously probed at the hotly throbbing flesh of the blonde girl's vaginal lips. But soon her former compelling desire returned, recharged now by Tanya's tormenting little tongue fucking so wantonly in and out of her wet cuntal depths. Shyly she began to explore the warm quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of pubic hair lining the soft pink cleft. Finding the gently pulsing clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was startled to feel the little bud respond eagerly as it hardened with excitement.
'Nnnngggggnnnnn,' Tanya mewled as Tim's inexperienced bride nervously continued to lick her lustily throbbing clitoris. The blonde girl increased her own activity, plunging her stiffened tongue fervently in and out of the hot convulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her face.
Aroused now beyond all control, Susan broke through the last remaining shreds of her resistance and began enthusiastically ramming her wet little tongue deep into Tanya's heated vaginal interior.
The sadistic young drifter watched lasciviously as the two sensual young females gyrated their gleaming young bodies against each other, their hungry mouths crushed against each other's passionately throbbing cunts as they moaned and writhed in lewd delight.
'Oh yeah,' Art cried, jerking wildly at his heavily bloated cock, 'Suck off, you fuckin' little bitches, suck off!'
Susan was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy as she drove her tongue upward into Tanya's moistly clasping cunt, greedily exploring every inch of that succulent interior. The blonde moaned in sheer savage delight as her heatedly pulsing cuntal walls began to expand and contract with increased intensity as hot flashes of excruciating pleasure jolted through her wantonly twisting young body. She knew her climax was not far off now, and she redoubled her efforts by plunging her lewdly darting tongue deep into Susan's wet clutching vaginal depths.
'Ooommmmmnnngggghhhhh!!' the desire-crazed young wife mewled, as she frantically undulated her white gleaming body up and down on the smooth oak table, her cuntal interior ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she were sinking into a pool of hot velvety softness, threatened by an impending tidal wave of unbearable pleasure. She was cumming… oh yes, cumming again with a great rush of sweet aching happiness!
Both Susan and Tanya were transported on an incredible vortex of wildly heaving orgasm as wave after wave of heated delight consumed them. Moaning steadily in the crescendo of mutual orgasm, they drove their madly licking tongues in obscene abandon far up each other's wet frothing vaginas.
'Cum, you filthy cunts,' Art cried maniacally as he frantically pumped his cock, 'Ffffffffuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk! Fuuuucccckkkkkkk!!!!!' Suddenly he reached his own pinnacle of excitement and shot forth a jet of thick scalding sperm from the hotly swollen head of his hand-jerked penis. An endless stream of squirting whiteness arched out from his lurching rod of flesh and splashed down onto the kitchen floor, forming gleaming pools amid the broken dishes and bits of food.
The seething climax seemed to go on forever, and Susan let herself be borne along, a willing victim to the torrential thrills that wracked her body and mind. Soon however, Tanya pulled away from her, breathing heavily, and sat back on her haunches.
'Oh my,' she sighed luxuriously, 'that sure was nice.'
'Yeah, you girls did real good,' Art chimed in. 'Susie, you're doin' okay for a late bloomer.'
The ravished young wife was unable to reply, for her brain was still reeling from the force of her shattering climax. She was roused from her stupor only when she heard the shattering of more china as Art threw the dishes that had been sitting in the sink onto the floor so that he could wash his sweaty passion-drenched body.
CHAPTER FIVE
'Pick up a couple of bottles of Scotch and some gin,' Art was saying to Tanya two hours later. 'Let's have a real nice party here today.'
Although Art was still naked, Tanya had dressed in tight-fitting Levi's and a snug white blouse tied just beneath her voluptuous breasts. Susan, sitting expectantly on the living room couch, wore no clothes, for her young captor had forbidden her to dress. The others stood in the front hallway, and the blonde girl clutched the keys to the captive wife's station wagon in her hand. The latter had been forced to hand them over to Tanya, under threat of harm by Art, so that his girl friend could do some shopping.
'I'll be back real soon,' Tanya chirped as she went out the front door.
'Make sure of that, baby,' Art called after her, 'I'm thirsty as hell for some booze.'
He closed the door and sauntered arrogantly into the living room, his sensual lips curled back in a cruel smile as he glanced contemptuously at the young wife whom he held prisoner in her own house.
'Don't you and your husband do any drinkin'?' he inquired. 'Christ, there ain't nothin' but a little shit wine here.'
'No… no we don't drink much.'
'Don't fuck much either, from what I can see. Hell baby, you been squealin' like you never had it before.'
Susan winced visibly as he spoke, and a wave of hatred for the brutal young man surged through her mind. Yet she knew that in a sense he had put his finger on the one real sore point between her and her husband. She had never been able to let go with Tim the way she had with Art, and even Tanya.
I'm no better than a whore now, she thought bitterly to herself, degraded like gutter trash in my own home and… and enjoying it. Oh, God yes, enjoying it. I must be sick, really sick to react this way.
'You know,' she said after a long silence, 'my husband could come back at any minute. What are you going to do if he does?'
'Why don't you let me worry about that, Susie? I ain't been caught yet, you know. I got a kind of instinct for that kind of thing. Besides, didn't you say he's comin' back Sunday?'
'I'm not sure… it could be any time.'
'Well, then, I guess we'll just have to have as much fun as we can today. You know, make hay while the sun shines, right? Right?'
'Whatever you say.' She was tired of resisting him now. There was nothing she could do until Tim returned, and she was so numbed and bewildered by the intensity of her enforced sexual experiences that she barely had even the inclination to protest any more. She was his slave, and there was no alternative but to submit to him until he left.
'Ah, that's what I like to hear, baby. You chicks are all the same. So uptight and prim until you finally get a cock inside you big enough to fuck all that bullshit right out of you. May as well make it easy on yourself.' He slumped into a huge upholstered armchair and began to absently toy with his thick-fleshed cock. 'I got a nice prick, don't you think? All the chicks dig it. Nice, ain't it?'
'Yes,' the weary young wife said without feeling.
'You sure don't sound enthusiastic. Hell, baby, you can work up more than that, can't you? Tell me how much you like my cock. Tell me.'
