William Davis - Blackmailed

And, then, Warren, below, took the throbbingly erect bud of her clitoris between his teeth, holding it imprisoned, while his tongue danced a whirling dervish, circling the tiny, throbbingly vibrant head in rapid tempo.

"Oh, my Goddddd!" she breathed up into Jack's mouth.

The intensity of the sensations she experienced was almost more than she could bear.

Groping with both hands, she found Warren's head, entangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his face in tight to her sensation-filled loins.

For several moments, she spiraled upward in ever-increasing arousal, conscious of everything that each of the three men were doing.

… Then, suddenly, Warren pulled away from her, and she felt instant disappointment.

"Okay, Baby… that's enough of that! It's time you were being fucked!" Warren Ramsey grunted.

Instinctively, the two men on either side of her also pulled away to make room for their leader, who now knelt between her moistly wide-spread thighs. She looked down, fearfully, to see that he gripped the hugely pulsing shaft of his cock. Hypnotized, she watched, as he slowly retracted the heavy foreskin to reveal the shiny, red-satin smoothness of his cock head. There was a tiny droplet of viscous moisture oozing from the thin little slit at its tip.

Leering into her face lewdly, he asked, "You ready… for some fucking?"

Dismally, Betty answered, "You haven't given me a… ch-choice… really!"

"You're damned right!" the white-haired Ramsey grated.

The third man leaned up, and addressing his boss said, "Warren… why don't we give her the full treatment… right now…?"

"What do you mean… Ollie…?"

"Hell… get her up on her knees… so she can handle more than one at a time!"

Ramsey was agreeable. "Okay… turn her over!"

Betty felt herself being turned over to her stomach, her hips hauled up until she was on her knees and elbows, her softly rounded, full-orbed buttocks upturned nakedly in the air behind her.

Coming in behind her, Warren used both hands to spread her tremblingly clenching ass-cheeks wide, as he guided his granite-hard rod of throbbing male flesh straight into her softly pulsing cuntal opening. She gasped at the monstrous size of it. She was filled as never before with the length and girth of Ramsey's plundering prick.

"AAaaaaggh! It's… t-too big!" she screamed.

"Shut up, bitch! I told you no screaming!" he grunted as he worked the aching shaft of his cock around inside her, stretching the resilient flesh of her clasping vaginal passage. Then, with smooth, short strokes, he began to fuck in and out of her, and the temporary pain seemed to vanish, leaving only insanely ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure. With wild abandon, she began to thrust back at him, counterpointing his potent, pistoning cock.

Jack Stearns was kneeling in front of her, sitting back on his heels, his long pulsing cock standing out rampantly from his hairy loins, and as Warren, slamming into her from behind, rocked her forward, her lips brushed against the silky softness of its blood-engorged head.

"Here, Mrs. Pearson… you can suck my cock!" the one named Jack leered.

Unthinking, automatically, knowing that in this she would have no choice either, Betty suppressed her revulsion, and took the head of his cock into the saliva-moistened warmth of her mouth.

"Turn your lips in over your teeth!" Jack growled, as her sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of his pulsingly hardened shaft.

She obeyed, instantly. Then, quite naturally, she used her tongue, swirling it all around the smooth rubbery flesh, attempting finally to push the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit.

Gradually, her revulsion left her. She found its flavor different… heavily masculine, and she felt the throbbing jerk of it in her oral cavern, as she hollowed her cheeks and tried bravely to suck it. Dimly, she thought: Why… it's not that bad… or ugly…! And, she wished fervently that she'd not been so stubborn… when her own husband had wanted her to do it.

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Walking back along the road to the Ballard's cabin, Arnie carried two large paper bags full of groceries. He was thinking about the coming evening… and how he'd try to change Betty's mind… Hell… she sort of left it open-ended… and I'll do my damndest to get her into the sack… again! To that end, there was a fifth of gin and Scotch in his shopping bags.

He passed a big, gold-colored Oldsmobile that was parked just below the cabin, on the road. Automatically, he read the license tag… and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he muttered to himself. "They're here!" Then: Christ! I almost walked into a trap!

Quickly, he ditched the bags of groceries… And Jay Ballard's wife is in there… by herself!

He looked the cabin over, carefully. There's no guard… or lookout… that I can see…

Approaching the house carefully, he peeked into the living room window, keeping himself hidden. The room was not occupied. He could see on through the kitchen. That leaves the bedroom… God! Do you suppose…?

Inching himself cautiously along the side of the cabin, the big boxer gained the bedroom window. On the bed he saw the sexual tableau. He recognized Warren Ramsey from the party at his house in Newport… where all of it had begun. He's fucking her from behind… and that other guy whose cock she's sucking must be Jack Stearns! Ollie Pratt's not doing anything… right now!

Then he saw that all three had pistols lying close at hand! Damn! I wouldn't have a chance of a snowball in hell… in there!

Silently, he made his way back to the road and ran back to the village. He found a pay telephone at a service station. Jay Ballard was at home. He answered his telephone on the third ring.

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Gradually, Jack began to flex his hips to force his aching cock deeper into Betty Ballard's widely ovalled mouth… and she took it, until finally he was driving it all the way down into her throat. She gagged, at first, but after a while she accepted it, matching him, as her head began to bob up and down, in simulation of genital intercourse.

Ollie was feeling cut out. It was he who had suggested a change in position, but things hadn't gone the way he had wanted it.

"God damn it!" she heard him growl. "I want to fuck her, too!"

"You'll have to wait, Ollie!" Warren snapped.

"Hell… why should I wait… when she can take all three of us… at the same time!" Pratt came back.

Three…? All three… at the some… t-time?? The monstrous idea slammed around inside her skull. Oh, God! No!

"How're you going to manage that…?" Warren asked.

"Hell! That's simple! One in her cunt… one up in her ass… and she sucks off the other one!"

Betty wanted to scream in protest. She couldn't because her mouth was stuffed full of Jack's hotly throbbing cock. That's impossible! They wouldn't! But, she knew they would. These three men were capable of anything. She truly believed they were. They're heartless!

Then, she felt, Ollie's hand caressing the flexing orbs of her buttocks. It slid down between Warren's pounding pelvis, that was driving his thundering prick deep into her cuntal sheath, and her quivering, clenching backside. A finger searching in the crevice for the puckered brown flesh of her anus, the tip of his finger probing at it, until it popped in past the ring of flexing muscle. Then he thrust hard, and his finger was worming around deep inside, moving twirlingly in the soft, sponginess of her rectum. It hurt! She screamed, but no sound escaped around the massive, pulsing presence in her mouth and throat.

Now, he thrust in a second finger, sawing it in and out, in tempo with Warren's fucking prick. She heard Ollie chortle through her pain, "She'll be ready… in about a minute!"