Bob Wallace - Wife hot to trot

"Hey," Frank said, coming quickly to the door. "They'll all be here in a few minutes." He ogled her tits straining against her blouse.

"It'll give us a chance to get better acquainted."

"Yeah," Owen said, coming up behind her. "Frank's right."

Leah felt a touch of fright. They seemed different today. Usually, they were both so quiet. "I'd rather go," she said, not wanting to get involved with two men at once, even if it was just until the rest of the committee showed up.

Owen grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Don't be so stuck up."

"Let me go," Leah snapped, pulling her arm free.

Frank grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. "C'mon, be friendly. We got plenty of time."

Leah's face filled with shock. "What's the matter with you two? Have you both gone crazy?" She pulled free, stared at the two leering men.

"Not crazy," Owen said. "We've just wised up."

"Yeah," Frank said. "We've been watching you in church, the way you dress and the way you've been playing up to Reverend Moss."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to leave."

"You're not going anywhere," Owen sneered. He rubbed his crotch and saw the shock on Leah's face.

Frank pressed his body into her back. "We got something special planned for you, Leah."

She felt his prick against her ass. She shivered. "Please." She tried to move, but Owen pressed into her, sandwiching her between them. "Your wives will be here any second, along with everyone else."

"Tell her, Frank," Owen said, resting his hands on her hips, her tits crushed into his chest.

"Nobody's coming, baby. We canceled, the meeting. Thought you might like to have a little fun instead."

Leah was trembling. They were going to rape her. The thought boggled her mind. She swallowed hard and squirmed out from between them. "You let me go, or I'll tell your wives," she threatened, not liking the way they were treating her.

"Bullshit," Owen sneered. "We know you're cock crazy."

"Yeah," Frank jeered. "So, we figured two cocks were better than one. Right, baby?"

"No," she said, though the idea did sound interesting. She looked at them both, saw their bulging cocks straining in their pants. "I'm not some whore you can do what you want with. I pick who I fuck with. Now, let me out of here or I'll call your wives and tell them all about you."

"Huh," Frank laughed. "Suppose we tell your husband you were fuckin' Reverend Moss in church today? Maybe his wife?"

"You… you know?"

"Yeah," Owen said. "We came back, saw you humping away on his dick. A great thing to watch." He stepped toward her. "Now, cut the shit. If you can fuck him, you can fuck us."

Frank grabbed her arm, pulled. "We got the basement all fixed up for you."

"No!" Leah wailed as Frank dragged her toward the stairs. "Let me go."

Owen grabbed her other arm and together they dragged her down into the basement. "You like the bed we made up for you?" Owen snickered.

Leah stared at the bed as they released her arms. She was filled with panic and a perverse desire to fuck both men. She spun around. They were acting too nasty to fuck. "Another time," she said, hoping that would change their minds. It wasn't that she didn't like the idea, it was the way they were treating her, like some whore off the street.

"The time is now," Owen said, pulling out his cock. "See? This is what you want. You've been advertising for it every Sunday."

Leah gasped, her eyes widening as she leered at Owen's cock. She gulped.

"Look at her drool, Frank," Owen said. "Show her yours and she'll cream her fuckin' panties."

"If she's wearing any," Frank sneered as he lugged out his cock. "Look at this, baby. Now you can have all the cock you want."

"You guys are pretty sure of yourselves," she said, her insides tingling. Their cocks were gorgeous and she knew she wanted them. "Another time?" she repeated, still angry at the way they were treating her. "I'll give you a call." She started for the stairs, but they grabbed her and threw her down on the bed.

Owen grabbed her hair and hauled her head up his cock inches from her face. "Suck it, bitch. We both want a blow job. Right, Frank?"

Frank joined his friend at the edge of the bed. "Yeah. We've been thinking about your mouth for weeks. Suck us off, whore, and maybe that'll be enough."

"If you're as good as you look," Owen added, his fingers still, twisted in her hair. "Now, start suckin'."

Sucking cock was one thing, but being forced was something else. It frightened and excited her at the same time. She gulped, wanting to taste their pricks, yet hating to give them the satisfaction of being right. "Some other time." She jerked her face away from Owen's prick. "I got better things to do this afternoon."

Owen twisted her hair until she howled with pain. "Suck it, or we'll break your fuckin' ass."

"You're hurting me," she whined. "You're pulling out my hair."

"I'll rip it out by the God damn roots if you don't suck me off," Owen threatened.

Leah winced. It was stupid to let herself be hurt. She wanted their cocks. "Yes," she gasped. "I'll suck it."

Owen grinned. He released her hair. "Do a good job, too."

Frank brought her hand to his raging hard-on. "You can hold mine until you've finished with Owen." He fucked his cock through her fist and groaned.

Leah's pussy began to pulse. She brought her mouth to the bloated head of Owen's prick. A shiver raced through her body. She sighed softly, licking the tip as she jerked Frank's cock with her hand.

"Put it in your fuckin' mouth," Owen grumbled. He jerked his hips, jabbing his cock against her teeth. "In your mouth."

Leah opened her mouth and gobbled the head of his prick between her lips. She sucked, spasms rippling through her pussy. Two cocks to enjoy – it blew her mind. What did it matter to her what the men thought or how they treated her? She was going to have two cocks. Nothing else mattered.

"Umm," Owen moaned as her hot lips clamped around his cock. "Suck it, bitch. Suck it good?"

Leah sucked, the head of his cock brushing against the root of her mouth. She used her tongue and her teeth, his groans showing that he was already enjoying her talent as a cocksucker. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Frank's cock, her fingers wrapped securely around the prickshaft. It excited her to know that, once she sucked Owen dry, another cock was waiting to be drained.

"Unnnn, baby," Owen moaned, the heat of her mouth churning the cum in his heavy balls. "She's great, Frank. I can't wait until I cream her fuckin' face."

Frank grunted, humped his cock through her fist. "If she don't finish you off soon, I'll be creaming her hair."

Leah's head was spinning. Listening to them talk about her made her cunt cream. She licked the underside of Owen's cock, felt his prick twitch in her mouth. She inched the bloated head of his prick into her throat. She sucked again, feeling his prick stretch her gullet.

"Unnn," Owen groaned. His hips began to move slowly back and forth, his cock flattening her tongue and easing into her throat. "Suck it." He stroked her hair. "Unnn, Leah. Suck it!"

Leah was having the time of her life. She sucked greedily on his cockshaft, drawing in her cheeks as she swished her tongue over his cockhead and pisser. She chewed gently, Owen's groans telling her he approved.

"Ooooo, yeah, Leah. You sweet fuckin' cocksucker. Unnn!" Owen started humping into her mouth, his cock fucking into her throat. Hissing sounds came from his mouth as he quickened his pace.

"Christ," Frank groaned, fucking through her fist, his gaze glued to her mouth as she gobbled frantically on Owen's cock. "Suck out his balls, Leah. Make him howl." He fucked his prick through her jerking hand, his own balls rumbling.