John Friday: Raped wild wife

"You bastard!" She squealed and tried to wrench his hand away, but Chap kept a firm grip and squeezed until tears ran from her eyes.

"I thought maybe we'd all go back over there and fuck her again. I tell you, that bitch is hot to trot!"

"All of us?" Hunk asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"What about me?" Tanya was whimpering now.

"Sorry, baby. You had your choice… now you're last week's news. You can jump off a fucking bridge for all I care!"

"You bastard. You stinking cock! I wouldn't fuck you if you had the last prick left on the face of the earth." She ran out sobbing.

"What the shit? Let's go."

"I don't want to mess with any cop's wife. That fucker Dunlap is big, and he's mean."

"And he works the four-to-midnight shift. We've got plenty of time, guys. We can all fuck that wife of his three or four times."

"Hhhhuuuuuyh!" Hunk roared. He didn't get to fuck much. His size and brute strength terrified most girls. A real woman would be different… especially a cop's wife.

"Count me out," Jason said reluctantly. He remembered what that voluptuous bitch looked like, and he'd have given anything to fuck her, but he forced himself to stay out of it. "No way am I gonna mess with her. That fucking Dunlap would kill us all."

"You pinhead… you're dumber than the fucking Hunk. I told you. He ain't gonna he home. If he shows up, I know where there's a gun in the house… I'll blow his ass right off the face of the earth!" He smiled sadistically. "Now that I think about it… I'd like that almost as much as fucking his wife again."

Jason felt scared, but he agreed to go along. They'd all call him chicken if he didn't. And it would be nice to fuck that cop's wife. Shit, for him it would be nice to fuck anybody.

At precisely that moment, Veronica was brushing and curling her long, dark brown hair. She loved the way it gleamed and shimmered like the finest ranch mink. Someday, she told herself, someday I'll wear beautiful and expensive things like that. The very best!

She swept her hair up and back into an elegant coil perched atop her head. Grant liked her hair better down, falling soft, loose and free. But she didn't give a shit what he liked any more. It looked more stylish this way – more like a real lady instead of just a cop's wife.

Veronica put on her nicest dress – one her parents had given her – a clinging black sheath. With it she wore her diamond neckpiece, also a present from her parents. The gleaming jewels sat on a black velvet band that fitted snuggly around her neck.

A glimpse in the long mirror mounted on the back of their bedroom door told her that she looked lovely. Very lovely indeed! Her tits swelled, straining the soft fabric of the clinging dress.

Veronica walked to the front door, humming a little tune. She opened it, about to leave and suddenly the music all gagged in her throat. She swallowed, and the black velvet band seemed to be strangling her. Billy Chapman and his two friends were standing on the porch.

"Billy!" she gasped.

He didn't say a word. His lip curled, his hand shot out, and he slapped her hard across the face. Her head reeled and stars of pain flashed before her eyes.

"Don't call me that."

"Huuunnngh!" She hurled herself against the door with all her strength, trying to force it shut. She was able to get it almost closed, forcing Chapman back.

But then Hunk hit the door like a charging bull. It flew open with such force that the knob inside punched a bole in the plaster wall. Veronica went spinning across the room, wailing a long and twisted cry.

The three barged in and closed the door. Chapman snapped the lock and put on the night chain. Veronica regained her balance and glared, her gaze sweeping toward the closet and the gun she knew was hanging there. Could she make it in time? Probably not…

"What do you want?" she asked, fearful of what the answer might be. She could see it written in their leering grins.

"Pussy," Chap said. "I liked fucking you so much the first time, I thought I'd try a little more."

"That was all a mistake," she blurted.

"Yeh, it was. I never should have left. I should have stayed and fucked you all day, but I just had to tell the guys what a great cunt you've got!"

"Aaaggghh!" Veronica made a lunge toward the closet. It didn't matter that her chances were slim. That was better than no chance at all.

Chap stuck out his foot and tripped her. She stumbled on a few steps, then crashed in a heap on the floor. Her coil of gleaming hair loosened, then spilled around her face. She sobbed and struggled to her feet.

"You bastard. My husband will kill you for this. He'll kill every one of you!"

Jason shrank back against the door. Hunk seemed unaware of the threat. His vacant stare was fixed on the heaving of her large tits. He could see her nipples swollen against the cloth.

"That couch is the shits," Chap said. "But there's gotta be a bedroom down this hall. Hunk, you bring the lady. Jase, check out the garage, and see if you can find some rope."

"Noooo!" Veronica screamed. Hunk grabbed her from behind, mauling her tits. "Hhhuuungh!" She struggled in vain. His bear-hug grip kept her arms pinned.

She tried to remember some of the self-defense tricks Grant had tried to teach her. It had all seemed so silly then. One vision flashed in her mind. She jerked up her right knee and stamped a long spike heel down hard on the middle of Hunk's foot.

His arms went slack, and he bellowed a roar of pain and fury. She slipped out of his grasp and whipped around to face him, snapping up her knee again, driving it into his crotch. What had been a roar turned into a shrill scream of pure agony!

Hunk clutched his mangled balls and sank to his knees. He no longer had the breath or the strength to scream. His whole huge body was engulfed in searing pain that spread from his crotch. Stale, foul-smelling breath hissed from his lips.

The horrified look in his eyes and the twisted knot of anguish that distorted his face did not move Veronica at all. She was in a frenzied, killing rage. She swept her hands apart, cupping them slightly, prepared to slap them over his ears as hard as she could.

Grant had warned that the concussion from such a blow might kill. It wasn't a move to be used lightly, or in fun. But if it killed this hulking sonuvabitch, so much the better! Then she would only have the smaller pair to deal with, and one of them looked scared enough to crap his pants.

Chap whipped around. "Shit!" he grabbed one of her arms as it began a lethal arc toward Hunk's left ear. Jason grabbed the other. Seeing his friend so badly hurt spurred him into action he would not have been capable of before.

"Bastards! Punks!" she raged. They stretched her between them. She kicked one way and then the other, but could not reach either one.

"Hot damn, I love it when they fight!" Chap said. "Think how fucking hot her pussy's gonna be."

Hunk gave a moan and staggered to his feet. He was stroking his groin with one giant hand. "I get her first," he said.

Veronica couldn't believe it. His balls had to be made of made of cast iron. She'd kicked hard enough to kill a grizzly bear, and she'd felt the hard point of her knee connect with tender flesh.

"Sure, Hunk… you deserve it after what she did," Chap said. "And if that cock of yours splits her pussy, Jase and I can always fuck her ass."

"You stupid shits! Grant will cut off your cocks, have them bronzed and use them for paperweights!"

Veronica shivered terribly the moment the words were out. She knew there was a chance that Grant had come to think no more of her than she now did of him – that if he walked in at that moment, he might do nothing but stand and watch.

"Bedroom's this way," Chap said.

He jerked her arm and started her off. Jason followed with her other arm locking in a vise like grip. He hated to think what this bitch might do if she got loose again.