most perverse orgiastic copulation that the young husband had ever witnessed. His young bride was crushed face down on the bed, and being skewered roughly in the anus by a slender muscular young man with brown curly hair; an incredibly voluptuous blonde girl was lying on her back so that her cunt was pressed against Susan's mouth; and another man, older, powerfully-built and dark, had shoved his huge cock between the blonde's lips and was thrusting it furiously in and out.
Oh my God, my God!! Tim screamed inwardly as he witnessed the feverish debauch, pressed tightly against the wall to conceal his presence. Susan, what's happening to you!
The young husband was certain that somehow these men had broken into the house and made a virtual prisoner of his ravaged wife and the thought made him tremble with rage, but he knew he had to keep his presence a secret. He had to call the police — this was too big for him to handle on his own yet he was rooted to the spot as he watched the lewd fucking on his own bed. There was something about Susan that riveted his eyes to the sight of her impaled young form wriggling on the bed while her mouth sucked hungrily at the blonde girl's wide-open pussy. She… she seemed to be enjoying it! The young insurance salesman struggled to interpret what he saw differently, but the quality of moans and mewls from his brown-haired wife's throat was not agony or resistance, but pure unadulterated pleasure! He had never seen her like this! She had always been so prim and cold when it came to sexuality, but now she was writhing like a nymphomaniac beneath the bludgeoning anal thrusts of the eagerly fucking youth, and sucking at the other girl's proffered cuntal slit like there was no tomorrow.
He couldn't believe what he saw — it was like an obscene hallucination, a nightmare stag film with his wife as the star! He stared open-mouthed at the lewdly thrashing quartet, scarcely able to comprehend the staggering sight he beheld.
And he became excited. His long thick cock began to pulse, faintly at first, but then stronger and stronger until finally it jerked completely erect and pounded against his thigh in torrid response to the bizarre scene he was witnessing. For a brief moment he feared for his sanity, for the overwhelming discovery was almost too incredible to digest fully. How could this have happened? Why? Who were these men, and what led them here? How long had they had Susan in their power? And even more disturbing — why was he so sexually excited by what he saw?
But he knew the answer to the last question. His young bride was responding in a way that he had hoped for all during their early days together like a free, erotic, sensual animal, surrendering herself freely to the ecstasy of sexual liberation. Gone were the panic and fear, gone was the sense of always holding back — now she was a tempestuously wanton female gone wild, berserk and groaning with the rapture of eros. The young husband had always known that someday she could be this way, and he had prayed for that day to come. Now it was a reality. He felt a momentary pang of jealousy, for he had always wanted her to discover that aspect with him. Yet this feeling quickly passed as he reminded himself that she had been forced into what he beheld — there was no other answer for it. Finally, he pulled himself away from the door and went quietly downstairs to call the police, then slipped out the front door to conceal himself until their arrival.
Unaware of his presence, the orgiasts continued their frantic copulation, moans and cries of excitement filling the air, mounting frenziedly as the moment of orgasm approached. The anally battered young wife was now lost in a torrent of delight that overwhelmed every tingling nerve-ending in her body, setting her on fire with a deluge of unbridled lust. It consumed her with hurricane force so that she began screwing her rectal channel back more feverishly into Art's bludgeoning strokes, taking him farther and farther into her now greedily clenching rectum with each forward thrust of his huge swollen cock. Excited beyond all reason, she drove her tongue deep into Tanya's hotly moist vaginal interior, whirling and rotating it with complete abandon.
Meanwhile Sal pumped his bloated penis in and out of her hungrily sucking blonde's mouth, clutching her thick platinum tresses and grunting with raw animal passion. The fury of the four-way orgy mounted, and each could feel the approach of yet another climax, even more intense than all that had come before. Tanya ground her moisture- drenched cunt up into Susan's eagerly licking tongue while her hands roved freely over the muscular naked body of the swarthy man who drove his lust-swollen penis deep into her battered throat. Art, at the same time, lunged forward with brutal roughness, ripping up into the young wife's hotly pulsing rectum with maniacal fervor.
It was the recently innocent housewife who reached climax first. As she groaned incoherently into the seething wet furrow of the blonde girl's vaginal flesh, the beginnings of her orgasm came shooting out from everywhere at once. The others were only seconds behind, the two men groaning deep primeval moans of savage pleasure. Art rammed mightily into Susan's receptive anus, jetting his thick white seed far inside, squirting a thick river of cum like a garden hose gone out of control. At the same time, Sal ejaculated wildly into Tanya's gulping mouth, spraying her oral chasm with his hot male essence as her cheeks hollowed and expanded to drain him dry.
Slowly their passion subsided, and one by one they slipped drunkenly, deliriously, out of their positions to collapse exhausted in a disordered heap on the bed. For a long time there was not a sound to be heard as the wearied debauchees sank into a heavy stupor provoked by their corrupt excesses. They did not stir, until, moments later, they heard the ear-splitting wail of a siren careening down the street and the sounds of cars pulling up in front of the house.
Art bolted up, his eyes wide with alarm, and glanced anxiously at the others. Then, jumping from the bed, he ran quickly to the window while the others held their breath in terror.
'It's the cops,' he said, turning back to them. 'It's the goddamn fucking cops.'
Susan gasped with joy as she realized that somehow, some way, she was finally being rescued from her hideous nightmare.
'Oh God…' she moaned in utter relief, 'thank you… thank you…' In the next moment she was enveloped by a swirling blackness as unconsciousness took hold of her brutalized mind and she fell back on the bed in a faint.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At four A.M., Tim Jameson sat quietly on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette and gazing down at the still-unconscious figure of his naked young bride. The police had long since taken Art, Sal and Tanya away with them, leaving him alone with his wife in the chaotic wreckage of their home. Now he waited patiently for Susan to wake up. Finally her eyes fluttered open, and she woke with a start, sitting up on the bed in terror, knowing nothing of what had happened since she had blacked out. Then she saw Tim.
'Tim! Oh, Tim!' she cried and flung herself into his arms weeping and sobbing like a baby, grateful to be with her beloved husband once more. 'Oh Tim, I thought I'd never see you again.'
'It's okay, honey,' he murmured quietly, cradling her softly in his arms. 'It's all over now. They're gone, and from what the police tell me they should be out of circulation for quite a while.'
'It was horrible, horrible,' she moaned through her tears. 'They did such horrible things to me, Tim… I can't tell you…'
'I know, darling, I know. Just calm down. Everything's all right now.'
Soon the young wife's tears had subsided and she gazed up at her handsome sandy-haired husband with relief and adoration.
'When… when did you come back?' she asked.
'The strike was settled this afternoon. I was going to call but I couldn't get to a phone. I got to the house around ten…'
'Then… then you saw…'
'I saw everything… I came in while you were all up here. Everybody was so drunk and… preoccupied… that nobody noticed me or heard me when I called the police.'
The young wife moved away from her husband and hung her head in shame.
'Can you forgive me, Tim? Can you ever forgive me for doing what I did?'
'Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive, honey. Those bastards held you prisoner! They forced you into it. The police got the whole story out of that blonde girl. They all had police records, don't you know that?'
'What… what did the police tell you?'
'Well, first of all the young guy, what's his name… Art?'
'Yes… Art…'
'He's an escaped convict. Broke out of a prison in Georgia two months ago and was heading for Canada with
