was being showered on the young housewife. Yet she knew better than to show it, remembering the heavy slaps Art was apt to give her if she made her feelings known. Hell, they like new meat, she reminded herself. Both Art and Sal have fucked me every which way from Sunday at one time or other,
Still, no matter how she tried to avoid it, she was growing horny as hell and needed satisfaction. At that moment, her eye fell on a candle in a silver candelabra on an end table. Tanya, honey, she thought to herself, do you dare? Her loins burned with the need for release, and her cuntal interior was already nearly drenched with fluid from the erotic excitement she had induced in herself by dancing. Her Scotch-fogged brain sizzled with delight as the idea began to form in her mind. The men were ignoring her, preferring to get their kicks with an unfamiliar girl, so that left her free to get her own kicks any way she wanted.
The others in the room were completely oblivious to Tanya's thoughts at the moment, for Susan was lustily absorbed in licking Art's throat and shoulders, much to the obscene pleasure of the two men. The younger male lay back like a primitive jungle chieftain while his slave girl paid him tribute with her voraciously licking mouth and tongue. He lay back passively, his lean muscular body rippling with steadily mounting pleasure as Susan continued her lewd oral ministrations. Sal ogled the lurid sight hungrily, his enormous cock stiffly erect and aching almost painfully with torrid desire. The strapping man grew hotter by the minute as he watched the captive housewife slithering over his friend's tightly muscled body, her mouth and hands exploring his lean frame like a sex-driven servant of the devil.
'Hey, fuck it, Art,' he growled drunkenly. 'it's my turn now… my prick's jerkin' like mad to get inside that dame.'
'Okay, man,' the other replied lazily. 'She's all yours. Take her, Sal.'
Hungrily, Sal strode over and gripped Susan by her arm, pulling her suddenly off Art's wetly glistening body, and forced her to lay on her back on the carpet. The sight of her supple translucent flesh made him tremble with an excitement that shuddered through his powerful frame like bursts of rolling thunder. His enormous cock lurched like a long-necked serpent-monster, greedy to devour its helpless victim.
'Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits,' he grunted as his eyes fell leeringly on Susan's quivering upthrust mounds.
The tortured young wife was so drunk and numbed now that she was no longer human. She was a tormented animal, totally possessed by the cravings of her flesh. Her ripe young breasts throbbed hotly under Sal's hungry gaze, and her pink nipples rose to taut hardness. Sal straddled his legs on either side of her hips, then knelt, bending down so that his thick lips closed around first one softly pulsing breast, then the other, sucking and biting at the tender upthrust mounds like a starving dog suddenly thrown a bone. At the same time he reached around with one hand and thrust his outstretched middle finger straight up into her heavily moistened cuntal passage, making the drunken young bride groan with pleasure. He wormed his finger around in the fiery hot vaginal channel fiercely, hoping to elicit a howl of agony from the girl. Nothing excited him more than hurting a frail young creature like Susan, asserting his male superiority with painful emphasis. But no matter how he drove his finger upwards, no matter how hard he sucked and bit on her pliant breasts, she only mewled with ecstasy, lost in an alcohol fog of surging desire.
Suddenly the swarthy male pulled away, leaving Susan's pyramidal nipples nearly red and raw from his vicious sucking, and her deserted cunt blazing with unsatisfied passion.
'Art, turn her over,' he snarled, 'I'm gonna give her a special treat.'
Quickly the younger male bent down and gripped Susan's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach, while his eyes eagerly drank in the gleaming whiteness of her skin. The inebriated young housewife lay exhausted on the floor, her stomach and breasts pressing into the soft pile of the carpet, her firmly rounded buttocks quivering from the streams of excitement that flowed without diminution throughout her sex-hungry body.
Sal stood at her feet, while his thick monstrous cock, long and muscular, grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of her helpless exposed buttocks. Then he stopped, grabbed both of the subjugated girl's ankles, and yanked at them harshly, splaying her legs wide apart. An idea had been forming in the back of his mind, a way of eliciting a little cry of torture from the ravishing nineteen year old who lay expectantly on the floor before him. He dropped to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands roughly over the long tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her sleek young thighs to the hotly moist vee up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal cleft up between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Sal growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of the young wife's vulnerable ass-cheeks, parting them slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
The imprisoned young wife shuddered with a flicker of fear as she felt the muscular man probe her anal crevice. No one had touched her there before, except Tim on the Monday of his departure. Now suddenly she was reminded of that fateful afternoon, and wondered anxiously if Sal had the same thing in mind for her.
The older man leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the smooth white globes of her buttocks. She instinctively clenched them together, but he dug his fingers hard into the curved orbs, forcing them apart. At that moment, Susan realized that the brutal male was not only going to take her from behind, but possibly in the anus! A soul-searing moan of agony and protest rumbled up from her throat, cutting through the thick fog of submission and sensual frenzy that had enveloped her. But Sal was pleased by her sudden resistance. It told him that she had an inkling of what was in store and she didn't like it.
Well that's just fine, he thought drunkenly, licking his lips salaciously as the tight brown ring of her anal entrance contracted fearfully. That's the way I like it… when they scream and cry.
He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at the puckered little anus with his stiffened middle finger. The frightened young housewife jerked forward and cried out in terror as she felt his finger begin to intrude harshly into her tightly resisting nether ring. Oh please, she cried inwardly, not this! NOT THIS! She pressed her pelvis hard into the rug, her buttocks tensing together to escape Sal's finger being thrust into her rectal depths, but her gesture was useless, for be burrowed forward again, sinking the thick finger to the first knuckle.
'Aaaaaiiieeeee!!!!' she gasped pitifully as he skewered his finger into her abused little rectal hole, sadistically sinking it in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud in tortured agony, but she knew any cry for pity was useless. With a deep sob, she relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wished, steeling herself for the pain she knew would follow and hoping it would not last long.
With his free hand, Sal began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, preparatory to sticking it into the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the lengthy instrument directly at the tight puckered hole now partially stretched from the brutal rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her fearfully trembling buttocks-cleft again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body against her back. His massive pulsating cock slid along the perspiration-dampened crevice until the tip rested against the tiny throbbing hole, shining wetly from his spit. Then levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips, directing his desire-swollen penis straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his huge cock-head cruelly forward into her cringing little anus.
Art, who had retreated to the armchair once again, watched in lewd fascination as the impaled young housewife groaned in torment and writhed in pain. His thick erect penis was pounding with excitement and jerked straight up in angry lust. Never taking his eyes from the obscene sight of his muscular friend boring his massive cock between Susan's stretched and trembling ass-cheeks, he gripped his rigid cock with his hand and began to pump it up and down eagerly. He wanted to fuck her again, and his time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
'Nooo!' Susan gasped as Sal's hotly inflamed penis finally hammered its brutal way right up into the painfully expanded depths of her rectum. Now, miraculously, it was in all the way to the hilt. She shuddered spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the vicious intrusion. It was completely useless to resist any further.
'This cunt has a real tight asshole,' Sal grunted, 'just the way I like 'em.'
He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up on to her knees, bending her subservient body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her searing virginal rectum with long smooth strokes, making the agonized young wife cry out in pain and humiliation.
Art, riveted to the scene, was jerking frantically at his lewdly excited penis, nearly out of his mind with
