Bob Wallace: Overeager orgy wife

Barbara shook. She felt like a whore on display, and that casual reminder of last night eradicated the passion she was beginning to feel. "No. Please, let me go. I did what you asked. Now please leave."

"C'mon, Barbara," Fred said. "I dreamed about your gorgeous ass all night, and Steve thinks I'm bull shitting him about how great a tush you got."

"Yeah," Steve said, "your ass can't be as fantastic as Fred says." He laughed lightly. "What's a little peek at your ass before we go?"

The subtle hint that it would be all they wanted relaxed Barbara. She looked at them both. They wouldn't rape her she was in her own home.

"Then will you go?" she asked them.

"Hell yeah," Steve replied. She looked at Fred across the room, her green eyes questioning him in silent desperation. He nodded in agreement, and she fumbled with the snap on her hip-hugging shorts. Her trembling fingers grasped the zipper and peeled it down, her eyes closed. The tightfitting shorts opened, and she had to push them down to get them off her hips; they slipped easily to the floor with a gentle nudge. She heard the men's groans as she stepped out of her shorts, her eyes still shut. Their passion filled, moans bombarded her ears and, secretly, she enjoyed it.

"Best-looking bitch I've ever seen," Steve said, his eyes going all over her. "Got a fantastic mouth to go with it, too. Sucked me dry as hell." He laughed. "Sucked so damn hard, I thought she was gonna pull my balls up through my cock."

Barbara shuddered, attempting to block out his crude remark about he sating his prick last night. A tear spilled from one eye and down her red blushing check.

"Her mouth can't be as great as her pussy!" Fred said to his buddy. His eyes swept to Barbara's statuesque naked figure. "Her pussy is wet and hot, and was throbbing around my cock. I blasted my balls off like crazy in them fuckin' woods. She loved every second of it, too. Didn'tcha, Barbara?"

She was crying, listening to them with her eyes closed. She felt like a slut and knew that last night she had been a slut. "Pleasssssse," she sobbed tearfully. "Let me get dressed. I've done everything you've asked."

Steve ignored her and continued to talk to his buddy. "Shit, Fred, I'll bet she sucks cock better than she fucks."

"No way in hell buddy!" Fred said. "She's gotta be better to fuck. Her screams alone make it better. She can't beg for cock when she's got her mouth stuffed with one."

Barbara sank to the floor a sobbing naked heap of panicky nerves defenseless. Her loud sobbing mixed in with their lewd conversation. She didn't know what to do how to get rid of them. She was helpless, vulnerable, hiding her head, her thick red hair falling about her knees as she sat there sobbing, her back bent forward, the weight of her spine ending at the crack of her ass.

Steve looked at her with indifference as she cried softly to herself. "Hey, babe, you gonna help us out?" He got up and went to her. "C'mon, stop the crying. You know you want our cocks as bad as we wanna give 'em to you." He bent over and grabbed a fistful of dark-red hair, yanking her head upward. "Right?" His snarling face leered menacingly.

Through her tears, she looked at him, frightened out of her wits. "You said… you promised… I could…"

"Don't be stupid," Fred said, going over to her and wiping the tears from her cheeks as Steve's grip kept her head turned up. "You didn't honestly think we just wanted a look, did you?"

"Ye… yesssssssssss," she heaved between convulsive breaths, not really sure. She was too scared and confused to know anything, except that she was at their mercy. "Pleeease, let me go." Being in her own home made it that much more bizarre.

"Hell, baby," Steve snarled, his grip tightening in her hair. "You should be happy we both think you're the best at fucking. Your husband doesn't think so." He yanked her head toward his bulging crotch.

She hated what they were saying, but she knew it was the truth. They wanted to fuck her, and Carl didn't. "Let me go," she pleaded. "I don't want to be treated like this. I'm a lady."

"C'mon," Steve said, laughing. "You might be a lady, but you're also cock-crazy, and we're gonna help you out. Right, Fred?"

"Yeaahhhhhhh," Fred groaned, getting undressed. "We're gonna find out once and for all, before Steve and I leave town, whether you're a better fuck or suck." He waved his cock in Barbara's face. "Look at it, Barbara. You couldn't see my prick too well last night, but I'll bet you remember how great it felt inside your hot pussy."

Barbara shuddered and jerked back. She refused to look at the cock she had begged for only last night.

Steve, not to be outdone, stripped quickly. "We're ready for you, baby." He stepped close to her, presenting her with his long cock. "Give us a suck and maybe we'll leave." He laughed viciously.

"You're lying," she sobbed. She tried to get to her feet, but Steve brought his foot up and pushed against her bare ass. She went sprawling to the floor.

Steve was down next to her, rubbing her rounded ass, his fingers teasing her ass crack, before she had the chance to respond. "You got a fabulous ass, baby." He grinned up at his buddy. "C'mon and feel her soft her ass is."

Fred joined them on the floor, his hand going to her ass. He delighted in her soft, silky yielding ass flesh.

"Great ass. I told ya, Steve, her ass was nice. I could have popped my nuts the minute she bent over and begged me to fuck her." His hand explored her deep ass crack, inching down between her tightly clenched thighs.

Steve kept kneading her sass roughly. "Shit, man, I didn't have time for anything but gettin' my cock sucked. Had to relieve you."

"We got all the time we need now," Fred said, "and we don't have to worry about her screaming how much she likes it, either."

Barbara suffered the degradation of their sordid remarks and their vile hands groping around her body. It was as if they were talking about some slut off the street. It didn't seem real. She tried squirming away, but the mauling of her ass and legs became rougher, and she stopped, defeated.

"Roll over, baby," Steve said, his gouging fingers trying to pry her legs apart. "Roll over and let me and Fred look at your tits." He squeezed harder when she didn't comply, letting her know he wasn't kidding around. "You want your asshole fucked?"

She immediately rolled, trembling, panting.

He forced his blunt fingers between the lips of her cunt and delved inside the moist opening. "Hey Fred, she's warming up real nice."

A sizzling grin spread over Fred's face. "Let me feel." He squeezed Barbara's tit roughly, hurting her. "Open your legs. Wide."

"Don't hurt me," she whined, wincing. "I'll do whatever you want." She agreed not sure whether it was to avoid pain, or because she wanted to. Maybe, she thought, as she spread her legs, it was a little of both.

"Glad you decided to cooperate." Fred's groping hand dragged though her pussy gash. He felt the oozing moistness of her cunt betraying her. "Getting nice and wet… just like last night."

Barbara whimpered as his hand slipped easily through her pussy and harshly over her clit. She twitched from the exciting contact of his hand, surrendering completely, unable to comprehend why conflicting emotions warped her troubled mind: anger; fear; jealousy.

"Don't be so rough," she purred, spreading her legs wider, giving both men room to revel in the hidden delights of her hot wet pussy. "You don't want to damage the goods before you've enjoyed it, do you?" She was heating now that her defenses had been dropped.

Barbara raised her head and swiped her wet tongue over his prickhead. "Stand up. I'll suck you both." She eyed their big cocks swinging stiffly from their hairy groins as they got up off the floor. "God, I'm hungry for cock!"