In spite of her fear and humiliation, all resistance gave way to the inexorably rising tide of the orgasm she felt building somewhere deep in her tightening belly. She was lost, lost, lost… and besides, it really didn’t matter anymore, her confused mind kept repeating in rhythm to the savagely ramming cocks filling her desire-ridden cunt while the friction against her clitoris blanked out her sensibilities, and her forever stretched anus throbbed with pleasure. Oh God! She deserved whatever further shame and degradation that could be heaped upon her lewdly responding body.
With a groan of utter defeat and total submission to this orgiastic fucking, she reluctantly ovalled her lips to encircle the sperm-wet tip of the stranger’s penis, choking back her sobs of abject sexual subjugation.
Not waiting for her to open her mouth fully, the man entangled his fingers tighter into her disheveled blonde hair and roughly jerked her lovely face forward, thrusting his cock deep between her teeth… ramming it into the warm depths of her throat with one merciless stroke until she was gagging and fighting to keep from suffocating on his menacing thickness. Then, with a loud groan of delight he began sadistically fucking in and out of her wetly rounded lips, feeling the hotness of her saliva swirling around his sensitive cock-head and watching her cheeks hollow and engorge with each lewd in and out movement.
“Suck it good, bitch. Use your tongue on it,” he rasped as her laving mouth tightened convulsively with each thrust of the other men’s cocks fucking up into her vagina from below and into her rectum from behind.
Joan heard the command and began noisily sucking at his stubby cock, sending rippling thrills straight into her ravished anus. Even this was not bad now, all her barriers were down, and there was no resistance left in her cock-filled young body.
She mumbled incoherent sounds of pleasure around the hotly pulsating penis in her mouth, and jerked her trembling knees spasmodically around Stan Wilson’s hips as he fucked up into her from below, while Mack’s thick bulging cock skewered into her assaulted anus. Now the wantonly writhing young wife was moaning continuously, knowing that she was headed for the final explosion deep in her loins.
Stan turned his face toward the strange male, grinning obscenely at the salacious sight of the thick rod of flesh slipping wetly in and out of the kneeling blonde’s tightly ovalled lips.
“Attaboy,” he panted as he continued pistoning his own penis deep up into her wildly gyrating pussy. “Make her do what you want her to do. Force is what all whores like… they need to be ordered around.”
Mack smiled in comradeship at the lust-contorted face of the man who was slamming his cock into the lewdly sucking young woman’s ovalled mouth, and after a second the expression on the man’s face softened and the three men grinned in acknowledgment.
Joan was lost in a tumultuous sea of rapture as she felt her climax starting deep inside her frantically quivering belly, and her already wildly thrashing body began bucking with insane force between the two mercilessly impaling shafts. She felt the stranger fucking her mouth, using her tightly compressed lips as if they were just another vagina, and then she realized that his thick pulsating cock was suddenly expanding… expanding like something about to explode.
'Slam it to her together, now,” Mack roared. “She’s getting ready to come undone at the seams.” He gasped and grunted as he fucked violently up into the heated depths of her clutching rectum. And so am I, he thought, as the hot churning gushes of semen began to spew up from his swollen balls.
Joan felt all three quicken their thrusts, hard and deep, as her shamelessly aroused body thrashed whorishly and uncaring between them. They groaned and grunted their lust-constricted voices mingling as they all reached their overpowering orgasms.
Her breasts were dancing beneath her kneeling body as she wantonly writhed in ecstatic joy. And then suddenly, she was shivering and shaking uncontrollably between the two sandwiching male bodies ploughing mercilessly into her, while the stranger whose name she did not know, fucked in and out of her mouth.
“Oh God… Oh God! I’m ccuuummming… ccuuuummmmming. Fuck me… I’M CCUUUUMMMING,” she spluttered around the thick fleshy penis pumping into her throat.
Her moistly pulsating little cunt opened up around Stan Wilson’s long hard cock slamming up into her from below, warm gushes of her vaginal secretions flooding around the rapidly pistoning penis as it thrust faster, digging deeper… deeper up into her quivering belly. She jerked convulsively several times, the lips of her tight little pussy working and sucking at the exploding cock-head as though trying to absorb the life from it.
Stan choked and gasped, “It’s all yours, baby,” as he splattered his thick white cum high up into her churning womb.
Joan's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt the stranger’s warm shooting sperm filling her mouth, her cheeks expanding and hollowing in succession as she swallowed the flooding jets of tangy cum that gushed from his burgeoning penis.
The tight muscular rings inside her plundered anus spasmed as the same time around Mack Enright’s wildly jerking cock and he rammed forward once more, embedding his hardness in the hot little hole between her trembling ass-cheeks.
“Aaaggghhhh… shit… oh you fucking bitch… I’m ccumming… I’m cccuuuummming,” their host growled through bared teeth as his climax overcame him, contorting his body into an uncontrollable bent-over position. He pressed tightly against her soft warm buttocks and held his cock high up inside her devastated anal passage while his sperm erupted from the tiny slit at the end of his jerking cock.
Joan continued to lurch and toss her pinned-down body as she felt the second… and then the third orgasm hit her almost unconscious body, ranting meaningless words of passion as she felt the virile shafts of male flesh deflating, and wilting inside her.
The stranger’s soft stubby penis pulled from her tightly ovalled mouth, and then, Stan’s depleted cock withdrew from her overflowing cunt. Mack Enright hung suspended above her, his still jerking rod of flesh sliding softly from her forever stretched anus with a slight pop, followed by a stream of his thick white cum as it flowed out between her reddened buttocks down the inside of her wearily shaking thighs, mingling with her own warm cuntal secretions.
Just as Joan’s battered satiated body collapsed to the bed beneath her she heard the sound of the door closing. Unaware of the man standing just inside the room who had entered the slightly open door during her shrieking climaxes, and now silently waited, his face a mask of hate and stunned disbelief.
And then, from deep in her almost unconscious mind, Joan heard the voice of doom which seemed to have come straight from out of her own guilty conscience.
“You fucking bitch… you dirty whore…” her husband raved, unable to control his anger. “You loved it… you need
The realization that John was insane with fury, shocked the naked young wife into full awareness. Joan lifted her head from Stan Wilson’s chest and brushed her disheveled blonde hair out of her eyes. She peered at him uncertainly.
“Darling… please… I didn’t want to… I didn’t…” she gasped, and then abruptly tears were filling her eyes and flowing down her cheeks. Deep sobs shook her shamefully naked body. “I didn’t want to…”
‘‘You’re nothing but a slut… a street-walking slut!” John stood with feet planted wide apart, his arm straight out in front of him with his outstretched middle finger pointing at her tearfully contorted face, “You disgust me… you like it… I heard you. You wanted every bit of it… I saw everything you were doing. And you loved it. One man isn’t enough for you!”
“But… but you were in the bedroom with two women. I saw you… I didn’t want to do it… they made me!”
“You lying bitch, that’s not what I saw… you were begging them to fuck you.”
The three men were carelessly lying across the bed, staring contemptuously at the outraged young husband, not caring what he planned to do with her now that they had finished with her. But John ignored all three of them as though they were not even there. Slowly, his shoulders slumped, and he turned to leave the room.
“Wait, darling… please,” Joan cried out trying to struggle off the bed. “Let me come with you… I love you…”
Turning slowly, the angry young husband faced her, and rasped out, “I don’t want you to come with me. Stay here… and act the whore. I don’t care. I’m leaving you. Maybe I can find a woman who will be satisfied with just one man.”
“You’re not being fair,” she accused him. “You wanted to do it! You wanted other women, too! You’re the one who started it!”
