Carl Van Marcus - The motorcyclist_s wife

"Nice tits, too," Ted agreed, tweaking the rose pink buttons on the tips of Sandi's high-set young breasts until they grew hard in defense against his cruel fingers. The handsome but brutal and uncaring man moved closer to the naked blonde and let the blunt cock-head of his swollen thickness rub up against the softness of her golden pussy curls. "Sure would like to try out that cute little cunt," he said, "but seeing as Tony's already tested how good you fuck, I think I'll just see how good you are at sucking!"

Sandi's mind was so dazed by now with her effort to hold back the forbidden tingling pleasure emanating out from her titillated nipples to every nerve-ending in her body that the man's threatening statement didn't sink into her consciousness. It was only when she felt the photographer's rough hands shoving her to a kneeling position in front of his friend's lust-thickened rod of male flesh that she understood what they were going to do.

They – they want me to touch his penis with my lips! Sandi thought incredulously. Of course, the innocent nineteen year old preacher's daughter had heard whispers about this unnatural practice; she'd even suspected once or twice that her husband was hoping she'd perform the sinful act, though he'd never been so vulgar as to say anything to her. Perhaps he'd known she couldn't possibly be persuaded to do an unclean, perverted thing like that… and she wasn't going to do it now! She just wouldn't open her mouth!

Ted Gladstone flicked his powerfully-built hips forward impatiently, his hardened penis throbbing in aching anticipation against her determinedly pursed lips.

Although one pair of ruthless male arms was holding her up on her knees from behind her and the other male was shoving her mouth up against his obscene fleshy cudgel, the obstinate young wife refused to open her lips. If she fell to these depths of degradation, she knew she could never rise up again. Committing adultery was a sin, but this – this was an inhuman crime.

They can kill me first! I'll never put that obscene thing in my mouth, the trembling young girl told herself. But even as she made the vow, she heard the naked man looming above her let out a bestial roar of rage and felt his strong fingers pinching her delicate nostrils so hard that she wanted to scream from the pain. For a few seconds longer she refused to yield to his torture, but finally her need for oxygen overcame her moral scruples and her full pink lips opened to gulp down life-giving air.

"Yaaaahhhhhhh!" Ted Gladstone's voice rang out in lecherous satisfaction as he shoved his achingly frustrated hardness between the naked blonde's parted lips. She tried to tug herself away, but the lewdly grinning photographer behind her tightened his grip on her wriggling body and as a further precaution planted his muscular legs firmly on either side of her curvaceous body.

No! Sandi's tortured mind screamed. No no no!!! I won't do it!

But she was doing it! The smooth-skinned, mushroom-shaped head of the fair-haired stranger's pressuring cock was being thrust deeper and deeper into her futilely protesting mouth, and his cruel hands were holding her head in place as he fucked into the unnatural orifice. There was no possible way to escape from her slave-like kneeling position on the kitchen floor, and whenever she swallowed for air, the sensitive walls of her mouth automatically clasped her tormentor's distended penis.

"Lick it!" Ted's guttural growl rasped in the humiliated young wife's brain as his fingers tangled more brutally than ever in her ash-blonde hair and forced her unwilling face so close to his loins that her nose was pressing against his hard-muscled stomach. "Suck my prick, and suck it good, or you're gonna be real sorry you didn't!"

Although Sandi was finding it hard to breathe, she was surprised to find that the penis violating her tender mouth didn't feel nearly as repulsive as she'd supposed it would. On the contrary, its flesh was smooth against her tongue and the eager way it pulsated against the sensitive walls of her mouth sent strangely erotic shivers running up and down her spine. When she let her tongue lick along its heated surface in response to Ted's vile instructions, the no-longer-innocent nineteen-year-old's unwanted excitation intensified as she felt the penis jerk in response. A weird kind of curiosity caught hold of her, and she began lapping at the huge fleshy rod with more enthusiasm and sucking it down into her throat just as she'd done with the photographer's spearing tongue earlier in the day.

"That's it!" she heard the low, lewd murmur from Tony Fletcher behind her, and then there was the unmistakable sound of his zipper being yanked open and Sandi felt the warmth of another fully erect cock pressing against the small of her back. The cameraman was leaning over her helplessly sandwiched body now, and his strong hands were kneading at the tender flesh of her wildly heaving breasts.

"You like it don't you, you bitch?" Tony went on, carried away by the sheer obscenity of the kitchen scene. "You're loving it, aren't you, you hot little cunt?"

Yes, the unwillingly aroused young model admitted to herself, he's right. I do like it… Dear God, what's wrong with me? Why can't I stop myself from feeling this way?

And then, as Tony Fletcher's fingernails pinched vise-like against her sore and sensitive nipple buds and the light-haired youth in front of her began fucking smoothly in and out of her no-longer-resisting throat, she realized that she no longer cared that what she was doing was sinful.

I don't care if it's wrong! I want their cocks – I want them in my mouth and in my pussy and all over my body! I want them to do everything – everything!!

A sudden masochistic desire to see the degradation being performed on her slavishly kneeling body surged through her lust-quivering loins, and Sandi's large hazel eyes popped open. Looking up, she could see Ted Gladstone's lust-contorted face hulking above her, his squinting grey eyes shooting out sparks of violent passion. Then, shivering at the unspeakable perversion of her own soul, she turned her gaze toward the glistening red-purple thickness plunging deep in between her straining pink lips.

Oh God, I'm sick and perverted! the unfaithful wife's conscience cried even as her mouth and tongue, as though acting under the directions of another mind, stepped up the fervor of their obscene oral manipulations. Although she'd never before sucked a man's penis, the lust-maddened blonde discovered almost at once that when she licked teasingly at the pungent-tasting glans tip or ran her tongue along the blood-pulsing vein on the underside of his heated thickness, the strange man groaned out his pleasure. He also seemed to like it when she drew his glistening flesh rod as deep into her throat as she could without gagging, then ran her tingling lips back up to the mushroom-shaped head, then plunged back down so that her chin pressed up against his velvet-soft testicles.

I'm their slave, their whore! Sandi gloated. She wished that she could shout out her obscene passion, but when she tried to articulate around the huge impaling penis only bestial gurgles and grunts emerged from her tight-stretching lips. Although her completely filled mouth and throat ached and she was having a lot of trouble drawing in enough oxygen, she reveled in the exquisite masochistic agony. Hurt me! her passion-crazed mind wailed silently as the erotic vibrations settled in her churning belly and well-moistened pussy. Use me! Punish me!

"Ugggggghhhhhh! Awwwwwhhhhh!" the photographer's young blond friend groaned as Sandi Smith's lips and tongue slavered over his throbbing thickness. Each time his blood-bloated balls bounced forward against the smooth skin of the wildly sucking blonde model's chin, he felt the seething pressure of his lust demanding immediate release.