David Brown: The suck wives

What if the bastards had forgotten about her? The fear suddenly rose within her. What if they either forgot all about her, or had gotten so drunk that they could not care less about her predicament? Or, what… what if she was forced to stay tied up like this until somebody finally found her, days from now?

Karen forced the thoughts away. The damned bastards were too horny to pass up good twat, like Karen. They'd be back.

Ten minutes later, the doer opened. The men came in, laughing among themselves. Karen strained to see them. Suddenly her heart leaped when she saw Paul among them.

She waited impatiently for him to come over and untie her. However, it was not long before she realized that this was not his intention. The fucking bastard! she thought, muttering harshly behind the gag and staring at him. The bastard was fitting a two-foot-long artificial cock over his throbbing prick!

He sat down between her spread legs and played with her twat for the next five minutes. It was dry, so he lowered his face and pushed his tongue into the dry, pink crack. Karen sighed and relaxed. Suddenly she was no longer angry or tense. Her body began to respond.

He licked her cunt furiously. By the time he wriggled his tongue against her throbbing clit, she was soaking wet again. He licked her all over again and shoved two fingers into her pink, wet gash.

Two hungry tongues were slapping and licking her tight titties. Then they sucked her fat, juicy nipples. Karen sighed and squirmed on the table. She panted hungrily. Her skin was flushed.

Paul mounted her and eased his immense fake cock into her pussy. He pushed it in an inch at a time. He felt her go soggy and hot at the same time. When he was halfway in, her heart jumped. Her cunt exploded.

She began panting and squirming as the cock pounded into her slit. She shivered and rocked her ass. When he was almost all the way inside, she went crazy, splattering his cock with hot juice. The men were still sucking and licking her tits, making them swell and get tight. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the cock that filled her cunt.

One of the men got up and went to the other corner of the room, where the other naked woman hung limply by her arms. He began reviving her. Moments later, she squirmed and tried raising her head. Removing her gag, he slapped her cheeks roughly until she gasped and pulled her face away. Satisfied, he put the gag back in her mouth, untied her thighs and ankles, spread her legs, and shoved his thick cock up her helpless cunt.

The other man stopped sucking Karen's nipples. He pulled the gag from her mouth, climbed onto the table, and shoved his swollen dick deeply into her throat. She moaned and tried pulling away, but couldn't. Her arms strained at the bonds. Then she felt the huge dong growing warmer in her mouth, and relaxed. She moaned in pleasure and responded warmly as he shoved it in and out of her mouth.

Paul's cock slammed into her oven-hot cunt. She was so hot and wet that the big reamer easily moved inside her greasy cunt. Her pussy was saturated. She pumped against him and got wetter. Her body thrashed on the table. More cream washed his cock. Increasing his thrusts, Paul rammed her viciously, his balls catching her in the ass. Her flushed titties quivered on her chest. Reaching outward, he grasped them, squeezing them to a pulp. She moaned in pleasure and climaxed thickly.

The man fucking the other woman held her legs up so she could not lash out or kick him. She wriggled in his anus, trying to jerk herself free, but the ropes around her wrists kept her suspended in the air. She grunted each time his prick shot into her swollen cunt.

Laughing, to pumped her savagely and giggled when the hot cunt juice ran down his legs. He was fucking her so wildly that her big tits jumped sensuously, up and down, before his eyes. He came quickly, in eight or nine thick spurts. Then he withdrew from her, tied her ankles and knees once more, and went back to Paul, who was shoveling his gigantic dick into Karen's hot, quivering gash.

It was not long before Paul's prick poured the juice into her wriggling snatch. Karen exploded and, screaming, nearly pound her teeth on the driving dick in her mouth. Her body writhed heavily. Soon both dicks were exploding into her, one in her cunt, the other in her mouth. Hot jism splashed into her shuddering body from both ends, making her go insane. She spat quim juice for the next thirty seconds.

The men kept their spending pricks lodged deeply inside her, until there was nothing left.

Afterward, they got up and removed the bonds that pinned the gasping brunette to the table.

Karen continued to lie there even after she was untied. When Paul unfastened the strap that kept her neck against the table, she sighed deeply and began rubbing her numb wrists vigorously. Then she sat up slowly and stared at them.

"You fuckers!" she snapped, glaring at them. "I oughta scratch your eyes out!" Then she laughed. "The next guy that ties me up is gonna be sorry!"

Twenty minutes later, Paul took Karen outside, where everyone was having an outdoor party.

Spotting Diane, the shapely brunette called to her and they met halfway.

"I've been lookin' for ya the past half-hour," said the blonde, finishing her cigarette. "Where the hell ya been?"

Karen laughed and puffed on her cigarette. "Strapped to a fuckin' table and raped a hundred times!"

The blonde looked at her friend. "You too?" she asked. "The same fuckin' thing happened to me. I thought I was the only one entertainin' the perverts."

"You and me both," replied the brunette. "You think we had a fuckin' time in that motel room a few days ago, with those maniacs? No siree!" She whispered and finished her drink. "I've had more hot cock ram me the past hour than I ever had in my entire life!"

Diane shook her head and looked at Paul, who was talking to someone else. "He said this was gonna be a fuckin' party," she said softly, "not a fuckin' freak show."

"Quit your bitchin'," replied Karen, frowning. "I don't care what a guy does to me, as long as he sticks it inside in the end."

Diane smiled and sipped her drink. "I guess you're right. I guess I'm mad 'cause it was so fuckin' embarrassing. After all, we don't know anybody here. Except Paul."

"Quit tryin' to be so formal, Diane," warned her friend. "Everyone here is out friend. Anything goes. Relax."

Nodding, Diane followed her friend to the side of the swimming pool where the drinks were being served.

Paul joined them a few minutes later. "How's everything going?" he asked politely.

Teasing him, Karen looked at Diane and then looked back at Paul. "Diane's been complaining about us not knowin' anybody here, except you," she said. She laughed and added, "Tell her what you did to me, friend. Tell her who the asshole was that put on a fuckin' yard-long prick and rammed it into me while I was tied up!"

Paul just laughed.

"Remember what I told you about what happens the next time somebody does that to me," she said, smiling at him and walking away.

Diane caught up to her and the girls went to get more drinks.

That night, the girls lay naked on their backs by the edge of the pool. The orgy had quieted down for the past hour, and everyone was relaxing in order to recover his strength for the night. A few people were swimming in the well-lighted pool.

Diane sipped her drink and lit another cigarette. "I can sure use the rest," she said, sighing deeply. "My cunt's still throbbin' as though it was rammed by a fuckin' jackhammer!"

"I know one thing for sure," replied the brunette. "I'm gonna think twice before I start complainin' about bein' so horny!"

Diane practically choked on her drink. "Don't tell me you've had enough!" she gasped.

Karen giggled and replied, "I didn't say anything of the sort. I just said…"