Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

There was no need for further invitation. Silas made one mad leap and was between Jane's widely pinioned legs, beads of saliva spilling in anticipation from the corners of his mouth. He took a last unbelieving look at the softly undulating curves and hollows spread above him, then lowered his head to the luscious pink slit, his tongue uncoiling out of his mouth like a huge panting dog's ready to lap up its dinner.

Bob's mind tailspinned at the sight of the tongue that was as monstrously proportioned as the cock pressing against the idiot's pants. He looked on passively while the great slobbering tongue snaked forward, burying itself in the thinly bearded little mouth up between her thighs with a quick wet sluicing sound. Jane's body jerked and a small mewl escaped from her lips at the softly swirling contact. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The lewd probing tongue darted hotly up to the top of her pubic split and her mouth dropped open in a wild picture of sudden involuntary ecstasy. Instead of the scream Bob had expected, he heard a long deep groan escape her lips. Oh God, this couldn't be his own wife, he thought. She wouldn't do this right before him. But the huge tongue fluttered over the delicately throbbing bud of her clitoris and her abdomen quivered, the cords on her neck straining until she emitted another more desperate sigh. Her muscles rippled under the youthful tightness of her skin and she strained her heels into the metal sides of the bedstead.

"See, Silas, she loves ya," Josh's harsh voice egged him on, a trace of surprise evident in his voice.

"Don't Silas. Please, noooooo," her voice begged softly.

For a moment Silas did lift his head at the sound of his own name being spoken, his eyes blurring with the confusion of another human trying to reach out to him. But the image of her warmly writhing young pussy spread out above him quickly dulled that and he whined menacingly at her pleading form, his humanity diminishing to a jealous fury with anything that threatened to take this prize away from him. He dug his long fingers into the softly quivering hair-covered lips and pressed them teasingly and greedily apart, his rapidly panting mouth just above the now fully splayed-out split of her tensely uplifted crotch. Then he lowered his head to the softly glistening plane and sniffed it, his face working frantically like an animal who had found a bitch in heat who was ready to fuck.

He began hungrily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs, running his tongue wetly the full length of it from the tight-closed little pucker of her vaginal opening up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound. Once again Bob heard her frightened gasps change to soft mewls and groans of pleasure – pleasure that she didn't want but that the great slithering tongue licking at her forced her to enjoy. She dug her feet into the bedstead and tried to jerk away, yet all the while her body continued to writhe and twist demonically.

"Ooooh God, Silas, stop! Please stop licking me like that!" she sputtered out.

If Silas had heard her words they hadn't registered and his tongue cut through the moistly palpitating plane of her widely spread cunt like a knife curling through hot, half-melted butter. It stopped suddenly to plunge its way over the elastic-like rim of her vagina, thrusting forcefully against the warm passageway until its long slippery length began to worm snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy. She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her vaginal walls. Then her head fell slowly back to the mattress and began flailing from side to side as the tongue spread steadily in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. Bob watched his nakedly writhing young wife in dismay as her belly rippled and her arms stiffened at her sides. Then Silas gave an extra hard thrust into her open cunt with his tongue…

"Oooooh God," she groaned and raised her hands, holding them indecisively for a moment above her squirming body before dropping them to tangle passionately in the idiot's shaggy hair.

This couldn't be Jane. It just couldn't… not the young frigid bride whose obstinate innocence he had struggled with for over a year. Her mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture – her lust-smoked eyes staring up into a void. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the steadily continuing probings of the skinny boy's long sinewy tongue. Soft sputterings of animal pleasure came from between her tightly clenched teeth. She seemed caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly-dancer's, shoulders shimmying down on the mattress. Her legs flowered wider and wider… she was almost ready to cum!

"Hey, Buck," Josh's excited voice cut through his thoughts. "While he fucks her cunt, you fuck her tight lil asshole!"

Bob's horrified thoughts rebelled but in spite of his anger and helplessness returned to the scene on the bed as Silas slowly drew up his slavering mouth from the wild abandoned tempo of his young wife's hungrily undulating body. He inched clumsily up between her widespread legs and struggled with his zipper. Josh, filled with lusty impatience, moved to the end of the bed and pulled Silas' tattered pants down his scrawny white legs. Then Silas, finding himself unencumbered, inched forward until he was positioned between her legs directly over her moistly splayed out groin. He grinned and beamed down at the gleaming voluptuousness of her body, lighting his eyes on the narrow wasp-like waist and the firm full buttocks squashed helplessly beneath him. Then he lowered his eyes and smirked idiotically at the length of his giant shaft stiffening over her wet and ready vaginal opening.

"I-I'm goin' to fuck her. You's all watchin' now, ain't ya?" he whimpered inanely, and cast a sadistically conquering glance at her unbelievingly watching husband.

Every inch of Bob Brighton's body broke out into a chilled sweat and his eyes bulged from his head as he took in the enormous bull-like rod that was about to skewer deep into his young helplessly spread wife's belly. It wasn't human! It reared out from his scrawny belly like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long and two inches wide and the two great sperm-inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing look of a bull's genitals. He could see between the man's skinny legs to the tight elastic opening of Jane's lusciously snug little cunt; the monster cock would split her wide open. He'd tear her in two! Tears welled in the corners of his eyes as he watched the tiny wet rim of her pussy contract and throb around the edges like a fish out of water and gasping for breath, and he ached all over from the thought of his lovely young wife laid out in front of him to be used by such a creature as that creature willed.

"Hey, Buck, you gotta stick it up her snotty lil ass," Josh's voice broke through urgently.

The pressure in Bob Brighton's head increased until he thought the top of his skull would blow off. He struggled to lunge at the muscular young Buck while still tied to the chair but Josh pulled him back by a rung and the chair tipped crazily and sent up a feeble clatter. An additional rope in Josh's hand bound his ankles to the chair. He was completely helpless, everything fettered but his eyes that raced insanely over Buck's stocky form rapidly undoing the opening to his denims.

"Josh, I don't think we should stretch her too much," the young man stammered reluctantly at the same time his eyes wandered lustfully over Jane's passionately quivering body and his trembling hands continued to undo the straining material over the hardening bulge in his pants.