Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"That's it," Josh shouted. "Take the Goddam thing off and get naked."

The woman flashed a grin and slowly pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, gradually exposing a delicate rib cage that seemed minute next to the lushly straining plumpness of her barely covered breasts. Then she bent gracefully and squirmed her hips in a slow, teasing undulating movement until the skimpy black dress fell softly to the floor. A hush ran through the room as the girl stood statue-like in front of the four men, dressed only in her bra and black nylon panties, displaying her pair of large upturned breasts and sensuously swelling hips with a pride that seemed almost defiant. Despite the voluptuousness of her figure, Jane noticed that the girl had long delicately curving legs whose only fullness appeared in the firm roundness of her upper thighs just below the leg bands of her skimpy panties. Her long black hair fell down in front of her tanned shoulders and cascaded over her closely-set breasts, emphasizing the delicate pinkness of her nipples that shone through the transparent material of her bra. Yes, she was stunning Jane had to admit; each line and softly curving undulation of her brazenly poised body exuded a fierce ripe sexuality that was disarming.

"Lord, you just sit down, Peggy," Sam spoke harshly from the corner. "You belong to me and nobody gets my pussy that don't pay for it."

"Ya gotta be kiddin', Sammie!" Josh exclaimed. "You know we're your best friends."

"Yeah, well ya ain't that good a friends," Sam snorted and wavered a bottle to his mouth drunkenly.

"C'mon," the large man pointed to the girl. "Get on with the performance."

The girl wiped a strand of hair from her face and stared coldly across the room at Sam. Then she smiled and reached to the table, grabbing the bottle in a clenched fist.

"Sammie, I think you're outnumbered," she said, raising the bottle to her lips and taking a long gulp. As she drank she arched one hip towards the men at the table, then swung her rounded buttock toward them in an obscenely suggestive movement. Then, without any further ado, she undid the bra and slipped the panties down her legs until she stood in front of the men stark naked.

Jane gasped as she saw the girl's nakedness taking its effect on the men, their lewd grins changing abruptly to a fierce, all too obvious passion. She sensed that this was her time to leave, but oddly, she just couldn't pull herself away from the light in the window. Her fascination with the scene in the cabin was too great. There was a supple voluptuousness about the girl's body that dripped sex and nothing else, and now every inch of it was apparent, from the deeply curving cleavage of her breasts to the soft black down of her pubic mound at the base of her smoothly flattened belly.

The attitude of Sam the boyfriend had obviously also changed. Now his eyes glinted with undisguised lust as they swept over her nakedly exposed backside, and he smiled over at his friends with a look of proud possession. Jane could see that, sensing himself helplessly outnumbered by the others, he had accepted the situation, and was even enjoying their obscene appreciation of the prize that belonged to him.

"C'mon, give us a little feel," Josh suddenly sprung up from his chair, revealing the stiffly bulging erection in his pants. It had risen to almost its full height and pushed and strained against the tightly restricting material. Jane recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she seen correctly? Dear God, he was running his hand down the smooth creamy flesh of the girl's slowly undulating buttocks and everyone could see his erect cock, its blood-swollen head pushing out rigidly against his pants.

"These boys can have whatever I got," she heard the girl tease hoarsely. "Providing I like what they got."

Jane felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as uproarious laughter from the men spread throughout the room. She wanted to turn and run, but she was unable to make her legs work. She could only stand and listen, moistening her lips, her mind beginning to churn as the man quickly unzipped his fly, dropping his pants and shorts and standing beside the girl with his nakedly erect cock exposed clearly in front of him. Despite her rebelling will, her eyes riveted on the white pole standing out stiffly in the air and, unable to control her own rapidly mounting fascination, she stood mouth agape, watching the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a long moment.

The girl's voice said distinctly. "I like it. It's a lovely cock, Josh dear. So big, so hard…"

The man flinched as the coolness of the girl's fingers closed around his hotly yielding rubbery hardness.

Leave, leave! Jane's mind screamed. Don't stay and watch this lewd thing going on inside. Oh Lord, it was, filthy! But she didn't leave; she couldn't leave. She was mesmerized by what her eyes were seeing. The girl's hand tightened around the man's long thick cock and the wetness from the seminal fluid seeped from the gland on the lust-hardening tip. The man moved abruptly closer, brushing against the girl, and it smeared across the firmly quivering softness of her upper thighs. It was jerking now as though he would come at the slightest extra pressure.

"Yeah Josh, you feel just fine," the girl said, removing her hand just in time to leave his face contorted with unfulfilled passion.

"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," the young blonde man at the end of the table said and stood up.

"Okay Buck," the girl's throaty voice purred. "Let's see what you got."

The man stood forward and began stripping the clothes from his muscular young body. It took only a moment before his pants dropped to the floor and his long thick cock stood out rigid beneath the blonde curling hair on his stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He stroked the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulging blue veins that ran down from the hard bulbous head. The girl's hand reached forward as Jane gazed in the window, her mouth gaping in disbelief. She knew that watching a woman toy with the lewdly pulsating member of a man was depraved and lewd and wicked; but she couldn't turn away. She felt strange, as though she were no longer part of herself, but was standing outside of herself watching her own actions as a completely another, completely different person.

Jane's attention quivered back to reality as Sammie pulled himself up and swayed drunkenly before the front of his chair in the corner of the room with an expression of building lust on his face, as though the thought of his woman touching his friends' erect cocks was exciting him – her amorality this night so much more terrible than the paid pickups of hers that he was accustomed to – that all his former anger had totally disappeared. His eyes enlarged at the sight of her hands firmly gripping the two long pulsating shafts, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskins back until the blunt throbbing heads jerked up like two serpent-like monsters slithering erratically out of their lairs. He gazed in a mindless daze for a moment longer at her tightly squeezing hands, watching her stroke the two men into a rigidity that threatened to explode into hotly streaming spurts at any moment. Then he swayed back, seeming to consider it. His mouth watered and he looked down at the bulge of his own member, straining like an over-ripe banana against his pants. He looked as though he wished they'd get it over with so that he could goad his own hardness into her pussy and fuck her good right in front of the rest of them.

"Hey, Peggy, ya want to see what I got?" his voice shot across the room. "Don't forget about your old man now."

"Honey, I already know what you got," Peggy turned her head and laughed over her shoulder at the quickly enlarging circle of excitement moistening his pants.