Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

The girl's large firm breasts swayed lewdly out to the sides as she moved, and Jane had to gasp at the beauty of the girl in profile, her head slanted back towards her lover and her black hair spilling softly down her back. The resilient white mounds of her breasts settled and protruded firmly out from her chest like two ripe succulent cantaloupes. The large aureoles that surrounded her nipples were of a dusky pink color and the pointed erectness of the center buds evidenced her own arousal at being the center of attention among the dour men. Her buttocks were wide and full, but the smoothly outlining curve of that fullness was firm and high, adding to the illusion of animal strength underneath all that ripe sensuality. Her belly flowed with remarkable flatness down to her groin that flowered out suddenly in a sparse, soft-looking pubic triangle. Yes, the girl was enjoying her part in the revelry, Jane realized with a sinking feeling of disgust, as she glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She opened them a little more, a sly teasing grin forming on her salaciously pouting lips, and Jane realized that she was putting on this exhibition purposely. Everyone could see that she was excited; the first tiny droplets of moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in her tight, narrow little cuntal slit and matting down a few damply curling pubic tendrils as she exposed herself lewdly and teasingly to them.

"And you like what I got, ain't that correct?" her boyfriend went on, a pleased drunken smile crossing his face.

"You're not so bad," she said teasingly, but with a meaningful look of appreciation at the bulge in his pants that softened the sarcasm of her message.

"I ain't getting nothin'," the third and younger man at the table spoke finally. "I'm always getting left out."

Jane shivered in repulsion as she looked closely at the man for the first time. He had sat so silently and devoid of expression that she had almost forgotten his presence. But now his tall bony young body and long slack-lipped face sent chills of distaste down her spine. The center of his shirt was damp with sweat and his mouth gaped open as though he were demented.

"Ya, take it out," the large man laughed. "But she ain't even gonna get her hand around it."

"Sh-she can try," he stuttered in excitement, saliva rolling unnoticed from the edges of his mouth as he clumsily undid his belt buckle. "Sh-sh-she can touch me. I wanta get some p-p-pussy too."

Jane's eyes bulged wide in disbelief as the tall scrawny looking young man stood and let his pants drop to his ankles, then dropped back to the chair on his bony buttocks. She stared at the cock skeptically – it just couldn't be true! She stared at him sitting there, his giant virile, young cock rearing out from his puny belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his legs. It must have been at least ten inches long and two wide… maybe more, and the two monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the appearance of a huge field piece ready to roar into wildly belching flames of action.

Jane felt a tremor of tension sweep through the room. The circle of faces strained, leering and gaping until their eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets in their effort to get a bird's eye view of the marvel of nature before them. The gigantic cock reeked of bestiality and jutted out from his belly like the raw throbbing weapon of a young pony, adding an animal-like tension to the already depraved proceedings. The prostitute-girlfriend, her black eyes flashing in awe, trembled slightly when she approached the man. Then she wavered hesitantly for a moment as she stood naked in front of him, regarding him with a confused look that showed she didn't believe he was human. Slowly, a lewd grin swept over her face. Then she lowered her hand tentatively and pushed it down the monstrous thickness of his inhuman-looking rod. It was true – her fingers couldn't quite stretch around – but with an obscene smile she began to stroke and then to massage it, running her tongue unconsciously over her lips as her eyes focussed on the smoothly slithering foreskin that formed slight ridges between the fingers of her hand. Then she slipped her hand to his balls and cradled their immense softness in her palm, her mouth hanging open in rapture. The demented looking man groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his huge testicles.

"L-let me fuck her. P-please, S-Sammie," he blubbered in a near whining stupor.

Sammie's body tensed and his arms flung out ferociously into the air. "Ain't nobody goin' to fuck her but me. I already told you guys – that's my woman."

Silas' features fell in a look of utter dismay as the girl released her grip on his penis and stepped back from the chair. She shrugged her long hair down her back, a faint smile playing on her lips, and seemed to regard the group with a sweeping look of arrogant amusement. She laughed a low throaty puff, an evil sound. "I know what I want to do," she said distinctly. "I want to lick and suck on some real, good tastin' cock."

She laughed seductively through their stunned silence and then her black flashing eyes settled on Josh who sat at the center of the table of men. She moved cat-like across the room, her tight young curves rippling faintly, until she stood in front of his chair with a hungry devouring-like expression rapidly growing on her face. Her pink tongue wetted her lips in an unconscious greedy gesture reminiscent of a hungry calf about to feed from a mother cow. Her eyes focussed on the quickly stiffening hardness before her as she settled herself on the floor between his spread legs. There was a look of bliss on her face that indicated she planned to enjoy every moment of what she was going to do to him. "Cock, I've got to have some cock," she grinned at him with sparkling eyes; then she lowered her head until her face was directly above his thick throbbing instrument, her full curving buttocks upraised obscenely behind her.

Josh grunted aloud as her fingernails scratched lightly over his rigidly stiffening penis. She began to stroke and massage it, then her hands slipped down to cradle the velvety softness of his testicles. He groaned again and thrust his loins upward as her hands returned to stroke the thick heavy shaft between them. Finally, she lowered her head and her open lips slid down lasciviously over the moist rubbery thickness of the blood-inflated head. She pulled her face forward, sliding the warmly moistening flesh of her saliva filled mouth slowly down over his hotly throbbing member. Her lips began to nibble gently and her cheeks hollowed inward as they tightly clasped around the long white column protruding into her mouth.

Jane could see the change in the face of the man sitting under the kneeling girl as he felt the first moist suction begin around his rapidly growing member. His eyes bulged down as he watched his rod slowly sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins lifting and jerking upward until she absorbed almost the full length of it deep into her throat; then he settled back on the outstroke the pink flesh of her lips pulled out grotesquely as she sucked voraciously on the thick head; then it throbbed and jerked as she gave it a nerve-tingling lick with her wetly swirling tongue. She plunged forward and his eyes shot crazily down to the provocative curves of her breasts as he felt them jerk and dance against his legs from the up and down movement of her slowly pumping torso.

Oh God, I should leave, God, please help me leave, Jane muttered frantically to herself. Guilt flickered through her conscience for watching the lewd display of female hunger in the room and tightened her stomach into a small sickened knot. She was doing wrong by peeping, there was no doubt about it. Curiosity perhaps excused her first reluctance to leave, but now it was something else that kept her so firmly implanted in front of the window. She had been really hungry for the first time in her life and the apples had finally satiated that; but she didn't feel she was the same person she had been two days ago. She was someone else and it frightened her a bit as the heat and excitement of the room continued to change her against her will. Once again, she made a conscious effort to leave, but her body, as if it had a greater will, remained firmly rooted at her position in front of the window. She tried to move her legs, then just her gaze but her body wouldn't work; it was almost in a hypnotic state now, immobilized beyond all rationality, transfixed by what she saw and yes… helplessly fascinated by it.