Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Suck it into your mouth," he muttered between heavily grimacing teeth.

For a long moment, Jane remained in stunned silence. "N-no. I can't. I've never done that to a man before."

The blade in his hand flashed through the air until it lay flat against the side of her head, pressing against her softly cascading hair. Her heart stopped as the razor-like blade twisted only slightly and a few long strands fell over the delicate tanned curve of her upper arm and wafted to the ground.

"Put your hand around it and guide it into your mouth," he said in a menacing impatient tone.

Jane shuddered – torn between the hot desire still scorching her softly throbbing vagina down between her thighs and the quick twinge of fear and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She bent her head, tears of shame streaming down her face.

"Suck my dick, and hurry up about it," he shouted angrily, sliding the knife from her hair until the cold blade tipped her cheek.

Slowly Jane reached upwards and placed her hand at the thick base of his cock where it soared up from the curling blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She enclosed it between her thumb and forefinger until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the gentle softness of her lips, already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from his rapidly rising excitement. She couldn't do it – her mind raced: Oh God, she just couldn't! She bent forward and trying her best to prolong the ultimate indignity of taking his penis into her mouth, ran her tongue down the juncture between his thighs and groin, then moved to his belly and licked at his navel, running her tongue hotly around it until she felt his stomach begin to heave above her and she hoped he would lose control and, the lewd words raced through her mind, shoot out his cum before she had to lick him. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved softly over his abdomen. Steeling her nerves, she let her hands drop to the thick base of the huge erected cock and she cupped his smoothly soft testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.

"Ooooh God, close your lips around it and suck it now, baby," she heard him groan above her and jerk his loins forward until the large redly throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips.

Still she resisted, in desperate hopes that he would cum now, and she began planting moist warm kisses around, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back to the tip again. He placed his hand around the huge fleshy thickness and rubbed the wet lubricated head demandingly against her tightly clenched lips. She had played longer than she should have and, aware now that she didn't want to open them, he suddenly reached forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly together. She fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side on the grass in desperation until with a sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. She squirmed her body backward beneath his straddly legs, but he followed her and the thick spongy head wormed hotly inside, crushing through her moistly glistening lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and on into the wet saliva of her mouth.

She closed her eyes to keep from choking and tears of humiliation ran from her cheeks down her neck. She could feel the spongy stiff substance rub the full length of her tongue, almost imbedding itself in her throat. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Buck's great fleshy rod, now protruding banana-like from her tightly ovalling lips.

"Tighten your lips around it and begin to suck, baby," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Jane began sucking to end it; she didn't know much about pleasing a man, but she worked hard to learn in her desire to make him cum as soon as possible. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the gland at the end and darted wetly into it. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the hotly jerking instrument and, raising her head from the grass, swirled her tongue around and around the rhythmically throbbing shaft. Her dazed and tortured mind began to reel with images of that whore they called Peggy, sucking Josh's cock last night. And then, the very hopelessness of her position and the masochistic joy of being used, used like she, too, was a whore, brought tiny strange ripples of fire through her tattered nerves. Buck groaned and whimpered above her in increasing frenzy and she found to her surprise that it excited her. She contracted the moistly clinging walls of her mouth tightly around the surging instrument and began sucking as hard as she could, beginning a slow rhythmic rotation of her tongue around the rapidly pulsing shaft that seemed to grow forever and ever.

She found that different movements of her tongue excited him in new and surprising ways: she would flutter it just below the base of the head of his cock, and he would groan and increase his breathing, wrenching his madly writhing buttocks until almost the whole length of his prick was wormed into her swallowing mouth; or, she would lick her tongue from the base to the warmly pulsating little slit in the tip and push in and suck with her lips in this sensitive spot until he dug his fingers with inflamed lust into her neck.

Suddenly Buck groaned and slithered the cock out of her mouth like a prisoner being subjected to torture. "I want to screw you now. I'm going to fuck you til those big hot tits of yours fall right off!" he hissed and began moving quickly down her torso.

"Oh, God, Buck, I can't. I told you I can't," Jane protested uselessly as she felt him drop to his knees between her thighs.

She felt him shift his weight, and run his hand down the sheer softness of her creamily smooth abdomen, pausing a moment as though in deep concentration.

"Goddam, ya already liked sucking it," he said, his eyes falling on the lust-pinkened aureoles of her nipples. "I'm gonna stick it in real slow-like, and just wait and see how ya like it."

She flinched vainly away from him for a moment, more in a gesture of dutiful rejection that was directed by her waning conscience than through any real desire to have the pleasure cease. The liquor that she had drunk had more than weakened her frail defenses against this man she really felt attracted to, and the last few hours had brought her to the point where she was almost ready to abandon those defenses completely.

"Reach down and put it in your pussy," he panted, running his hand down from her lower belly to the moistly glistening cuntal sheath below.

"Don't you understand?" she whimpered softly.

"I don't understand nothin'," he retorted, and reached down himself and placed the blunt head against the tightly quivering lips, and she bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fright brimming her eyes. She felt its warmly throbbing head begin a slow prodding and working against the moistly dilating lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the resisting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender lips of her vagina were being puffed asunder – then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and Buck's long thick cock slithering into her hot throbbing passage like the angling trunk of a tree. The heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her thighs, pressing her buttocks with brutal force down into the softly tickling grass.

"Don't. Oh, no please," she strangled through tightly clenched teeth. Her vaginal passage was on fire. The great cock penetrating it felt like a warm swirling drill tunneling deep into her belly, boring with steadily pulsing force toward the hotly cringing recesses of her womb. Jane struggled, pulling back her legs and twisting her obscenely grinding buttocks about wildly to escape the cruel punishment, but it was no use. Buck had skewered into her to the hilt, and she was stuck on his cock like a prisoner impaled on a thick, unyielding instrument of torture. Her lips opened and closed, sputtering out incoherent admonitions for him to stop, but he continued on in lustful defiance of her pleas, thrusting up farther and farther until it felt as though he had penetrated all the way to her breasts. Her arms flailed against the ground, small swirls of dust arising in the heat.