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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: THE COP'S WIFE (MMMF, SLUTWIFE, NC, IR, NC? REVENGE)
Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2003 18:10:07 -0500
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I recently posted Part Five of this, after which I was contacted by folks 
who said they missed parts Three and Four and they weren't in the archive. 
Cna't explain that; I know I posted them and got responses, and I found 
them on Google.. but what the hey...here it is again...with feeling...

Standar Disclaimers apply. This is a work of fantasy. No actual wives were 
raped in the making of this work. Be over eighteen or be gone. 


THE COP'S WIFE , PART ONE 

  "I tell you, Tommy boy, I been waiting for this moment a long time. 
Evertime I had to get off in my hand or some jailhouse punk's mouth, I 
thought of your  wife. I can't wait till she gets home...." 

  "Leave her alone, you bastards!" Officer Tom Barkley screamed. He pulled 
futilely at the handcuffs--his own--that secured him to the kitchen chair. 
The effort almost caused him to tip over, and the three other men in his 
kitchen laughed uproariously as a frantically attempted to right himself. 

  There were three of them. One was a white guy, an obvious biker type,  
with long stringy black hair and a scraggly Fu Manchu mustache. Tattoos 
covered his bare arms and chest. He was enormously fat, his belly drooping 
over his belt. The other was a stocky Hispanic with what looked like a 
permanent sneer on his face. But Tom only recognized the biggest and 
meanest looking one: Marcus Dupree, who Tom had arrested five years ago on 
a charge of  dealing in cocaine. Dupree was a huge black man, almost seven 
feet tall, with a shaved head and a face badly scarred from jailhouse knife 
fights. He seemed to exude a menacing power as he stood up and approached 
Tom. Tom stopped struggling and looked up at the man towering over him. 

   "Every day you was testifyin' against me," Dupree said softly, "I saw 
your sweet little wife in the audience. Was she proud of you, Tommy? Was 
she proud of you for puttin' that bad-ass nigger away? She shore kissed you 
like she was proud." He chuckled. "Wonder if she'd be so proud if she knew 
what you done with my cocaine after you put me in th' joint. You get a good 
price for it, Tommy?" 

   "I...I don't know what you're talking about." 

   "Lying sack o' shit," Dupree sneered. He almost casually  backhanded 
Tom, rocking the chair legs back. The two other men snickered. Dupree bent 
down and looked Tom in the face. Tom tried not to flinch at the 
overpowering stench of alcohol on the man's breath. "You think I don't hear 
stuff in the joint? I heared you got a couple hundred grand for my product. 
No wonder you got a nice house like this on a cop's salary." 

   "I can get you the money," Tom said, almost pleadingly. "I can pay you 
back...." 

    "This ain't about money," Dupree said. "But you are gonna pay me 
back." He gestured at the other two men. "After conferrin' with my 
associates, y'see,  I decided to change careers. Duke and Tito convinced me 
that there was more money to be made in pussy than in coke. So I decided to 
go in the entertainment bidness. "

   "You're a pimp," Tom said contemptuously.

   "Not yet," Dupree said amiably. "But soon." 

    Suddenly Tom caught his meaning. For a moment, he  was too shocked to 
speak. Then he said, "You're crazy. Amy would never..." 

    The three men laughed again, nastily. "Oh, I think when we get done 
wit' dat bitch, she's gonna be real happy to do anything we want her to do, 
" Dupree said. At that point, the Hispanic guy spoke up for the first time. 
"Don' you worry, cabron," he said. "We got some techniques to make a bitch 
get industrious." Dupree leaned down and leered into Tom's face. "Think 
about it, Tommy-boy. Think about sweet little Amy layin' up in a ten-dollar 
ho-tel downtown, taking niggers and spics down her throat, in that tight 
little pussy....but that ass is what'll be the big seller, I think. That 
sweet brown hole gonna  be a big moneymaker. But don't worry, Tommy. Maybe 
we can arrange for her to do you for half-price." The three men laughed 
again, and Tom redoubled his efforts to get free. At that moment, there was 
the rattle of a key in the front lock. "Amy!" Tom bellowed, "GET..." he was 
silenced by Marcus' big hand clamped over his mouth. Duke and Tito silently 
vanished from the kitchen, heading for the front door as Marcus leaned down 
and whispered in Tom's  ear.

  "Showtime," he said. 

  "Tom?" he heard Amy's voice. "Tom, what's AIEEEEE!" he heard a scream, 
abruptly cut off, and a crash that sounded like the coatrack in the front 
entrance being knocked over. There were brief sounds of a struggle, then 
Tom clearly heard Tito's voice. "No noise, puta, or you're dead." 

   "Man," Tom could hear Duke say. "Marcus wasn't lyin'. Look at the tits 
on this bitch." There was a chuckle, then Amy cried out in pain. Tom leaped 
against his cuffs, but only succeeded in cutting his wrists on the cruel 
metal. He heard a sound like cloth ripping, followed by a low moan of 
despair from his wife. 

   "What are you bastards doing to her?!" Tom yelled. 

     Marcus chuckled. "Cut 'em some slack, Tommy-boy. They been in the 
joint a long time." 

   "Tom!" Amy called out. "Tom, are you there? Help me, 
they're...they'reAAAAH!" 

   "Oh, does that hurt, puta?" Tom heard Tito's sneering  voice say.  "Your 
nipples are sensitive, eh? How about...this?" Amy squealed in pain. 

  "Hey, boys," Marcus called out. "Let the rest of us enjoy the show!" 

 In a moment, the two men returned. Duke was holding Amy's arms pinned 
behind her and pushing her in front of him. Her long curly brown  hair was 
disheveled by her struggles, and her big green eyes were wide with pain and 
fear. Her expensive silk blouse had been torn open and her bra ripped off 
to expose her 38DD tits. The position in which Duke held her arms caused 
her breasts to thrust out even more prominently, and as Tom watched, Tito 
reached down and gave one of the firm, full mounds a vicious squeeze that 
left Amy whimpering. Then the Hispanic man grinned evilly at Tom, turned 
back to Amy, and bent down to take one of her large nipples between his 
lips. Amy squirmed to get away, but Duke only laughed at her attempts to 
escape and held her fast. Tom tried to turn his head away, but Marcus 
grabbed his chin and yanked his face back towards the horrifying scene 
being played out at the kitchen sink. "Keep yo' eyes open, Tommy," Marcus 
whispered, "Or I'll cut your eyelids off." He chuckled. "Don't want ya to 
miss nothin'" Tom gave a sob of anguish and opened his eyes. Tito was still 
sucking at Amy's breasts, slurping like a baby at its mother's nipple. Duke 
was whispering something in Amy's ear that caused her to whimper in terror. 
When the biker saw Tom watching, he extended his wet tongue and gave a 
long, sensuous lick to her cheek.  Tom looked at Amy. There were tears in 
her eyes and her voice was a little girl's plea as she said. "Tom? Help me, 
please, Tom. Don't let them hurt meeeeee...." Tito released his lip-lock on 
her breast, stood up, and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. 
Only Duke's vice-like hold on her arms kept her from being doubled over by 
the force of the blow. She gasped for breath, the wind knocked completely 
out of her. 

   "See, bitch?" Marcus said. "He cain't do shit for you. We gonna do 
anything we want." He jerked his head towards the living room. "Get her in 
there." As Duke and Tito dragged the still-struggling girl past him towards 
the doorway to the kitchen, Marcus turned to Tom. "We gonna just let you 
listen fo' a while, Tommy-boy. Enjoy the show." 

   "Tom?" Amy's voice was rising as they dragged her off. "What were they 
doing!? Help me! Tom? TOOOOOOOOMMMMM!" Her scream was nearly drowned out by 
the men's laughter as they hauled her into the living room.

   At first Tom felt a shameful relief at not having to watch what the men 
were doing to his wife. But after a few minutes of hearing the sounds 
coming form the other room, he realized the true sadism of Marcus' plan. 
The images put in his head by the sounds were, if anything worse than 
seeing. There was the sound of a slap, followed by Amy's cry of pain. A 
grunted "Get her on her knees." Another cry from Amy, followed by another 
plea for Tom to help her. The sound of a zipper being pulled down. Amy: 
"Oh, God...Oh, no, please...," then her pleas were muffled as if something had 
been shoved into her mouth. And the comments of the other men left no doubt 
as to what that something was: "Yeah, man, fuck that mouth, ram it down the 
bitch's throat". "You like sucking cock, whore? " Frantic gagging sounds 
from Amy. "C'mon, bitch, suck that dick." "My turn, man, let me have a 
crack at that mouth." A gasp as Amy caught her breath, followed by a sob: 
"Tom....?" Then another groan as another man (Duke?) shoved his dick into 
Amy's unwilling mouth.  "Hah! Bet your old man ain't got nothin' like that 
to stick in you, huh, whore?" A sound from Amy. "What's that, slut?" Marcus 
taunted. "Tommy Boy ain't got nothin' like that for little Amy-slut? Let 
her answer, Duke." There was an audible pop as Duke pulled out of her 
mouth. "No," Amy whispered. "Tom's not as big as you." The men whooped in 
delight. 

    Tom felt like screaming. She had always said that size didn't matter 
that much and that she was satisfied with his four inches. Now she was 
telling these thugs about his endowment, something that had always been a 
secret shame of his. He silently cursed Amy as Duke said "Well get back to 
work on it, bitch!" Tom thought he heard a change in Amy's grunts and 
groans around their cocks, as if she was starting to respond. No, he 
thought. I have to be imagining it. But when he heard Marcus' silky whisper 
"Thass right, baby, now you getting' into it," he did scream. He tried to 
shove the chair towards the open doorway between the kitchen and the living 
room. He managed to "walk" the chair legs a few feet. Then he overbalanced 
and tipped over, landing on his side with a crash that knocked the breath 
out of him. But by craning his neck slightly, he could see what was going 
on. 

   Amy was on her knees, stripped to the waist. The shreds of her blouse 
were twisted into a kind of rope that bound her dainty wrists behind her. 
Marcus Dupree had one of his big hands wrapped in her thick mane of  hair 
and he was pulling her mouth back and forth up and down the length of his 
huge prick. Amy's eyes were open and she seemed dazed. The other two men 
were standing on either side of the bound, kneeling girl, their cocks 
pulled out of their jeans.  Their huge erect cocks occasionally rubbed 
against Amy's cheeks as they awaited their turns at her mouth. The men were  
mauling Amy's big tits savagely, occasionally pausing to administer a harsh  
twist one of the big brown nipples.  Each time they did this, Amy let out a 
sound that might have been a moan of pain-or of pleasure.

    As Tom watched, Dupree pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered. Dupree 
used his grip on her hair to turn her towards Tito, the Hispanic guy. She 
obediently opened her mouth and took him in. Duke, the biker, got down on 
his knees behind her, gripping her large breasts in both hands, pulling and 
tugging harshly on her nipples. Then he snaked one hand down across her 
flat belly to cup her brown-furred pubic mound. He began massaging her 
velvety  pussy lips, all the while whispering something in her ear that 
caused her to sob around the cock in her mouth. "Hey boys," Duke crowed as 
he pulled his lips away from her ear. "This bitch is dripping wet." Tito  
threw his head back in an exaggerated gesture of pleasure and sighed. 
theatrically.  "Ahhhhhhh...." he said. "Keep doin' that, bro, she likes it. 
I can tell by the way she sucks." Tom sobbed as he saw what Tito meant.  
Amy was no longer passively accepting the cock in her mouth; her lips had 
tightened around his hardness and she was slowly moving her head back and 
forth.

 "That's right, puta, " he taunted. "Suck it nice an' slow. Take your time, 
baby, we got all night." She moaned softly. Tito  turned and looked at Tom 
lying helplessly on the floor.  "I guess she likes having some real cocks 
to suck for a change, huh, Tommy-boy?" The men clapped and jeered as tears 
ran down Tom's face. Finally, Dupree silenced them with a wave. "Get the 
cunt in the bedroom," he ordered. "Tommy and me be in in a minute." The 
grinning men yanked her to her feet and marched her towards the bedroom, 
her head down. Dupree pulled out a gun and put it to Tom's head. "Now," he 
said, "we gonna go in and watch us a show. I bet she never had it three 
ways at once. This gonna be a real treat for her." He used his free hand to 
unlock Tom's handcuffs. Tom lay there on the floor for a moment, staring up 
at Dupree in hatred. Then he heard Amy's scream from the bedroom. "Oh. 
NOOO," she squealed. "Oh, GOD, NO. NO, PLEASE! PLEASE I CAN'T....IT"S TOO 
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 

  "Damn," Dupree grinned. "Looks like they started without us." 

   "UNNH! UNNH! UNHNH!" Amy cried, over the sound of squeaking bedsprings. 
Tom was insane with rage. He turned to rush at Dupree, but stopped when he 
saw the look in the man's eyes. 

  "Go ahead, Tommy" Dupree whispered. "Try it. I'll gut-shoot you and leave 
you to bleed to death on the floor. And then I'll go in and fuck your wife 
anyway." Tom stopped, cursing himself for being a coward. Dupree gestured 
with the gun. "C'mon," he said. "We missin' the show." In a daze, Tom 
turned and walked into the bedroom where the other two men were raping his 
wife. 

   What he saw, however, could no longer be called rape. Oh, sure, Tito was 
kneeling on the bed, holding Amy's hands pinned over her head. She was 
lying crosswise across the mattress. Duke was between her legs, his pants 
pulled down around his knees. He was fucking in and out of Amy's cunt with 
harsh, brutal strokes. His  hands were mauling and squeezing Amy's big 
tits. But  she's loving it, Tom realized numbly. Oh god, she's loving it. 
There was no denying it. Amy's slim legs were wrapped tightly around Duke's 
broad back and her lush hips were pumping, rising to meet his  thrusts. 
What was  unmistakable, however, was the glazed look of pure lust in her 
green eyes and the soft moans of pleasure that spilled from her slack lips. 
Tom had never seen his sweet, demure wife look so wanton, so sexually 
alive. He felt his cock rising to its full four inches. Dupree laughed as 
he saw the slight bulge in Tom's pants. "I think Tommy-boy's enjoyin' the 
show," he laughed. He took the cuffs out of his pocket. "Kneel on the floor 
at the foot of the bed," he ordered, gesturing with the gun. Tom complied, 
never taking his eyes off the spectacle of his wife being fucked.by the 
enormous biker. Dupree cuffed one wrist to the brass bedrail at the foot of 
the bed. "I'll leave one hand free so you can jack off," he smirked. Tom 
gritted his teeth in shame, but he couldn't stop his free hand from going 
to his crotch, massaging his cock through his pants as he watched. Amy was 
squirming with sexual bliss, her head whipping from side to side in a 
frenzy of lust.  Tom could hear the wet sounds of her aroused pussy as Duke 
fucked in and out of her.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. 

   "Shit man,"Dupree jeered. "That what you got? No wonder this little cunt 
is so hot. She hungry for some real cock." Tears spilled down Tom's cheeks, 
but he began rapidly jacking his cock, never taking his eyes off the 
obscene spectacle before him.

   "He likes watching his wife get fucked, I think," Tito said. "You like 
it, too,  don't you, puta?" Tito said.

    "Yes," Amy whimpered. "Yes, oh...oh...I like it...Oh God, your thing is 
so big..." 

    Duke raised his hand from her breast and slapped her across the face. 
"My what,  whore?" he grated harshly. 

   "Your..your p-penis.." 

     He slapped her again. "Say it, cunt," he demanded. "Say it right like 
the whore you are." 

     "Please," she begged, "Please don't make me say it." 

     Grinning sadistically, Duke pulled his cock almost completely out of 
her, leaving only the head stretching her cunt lips wide. His thick cock 
glistened with her flowing cunt-juices. 

    She looked up at him, her eyes wild with frustration. "Please," she 
begged again. "Please don't stop." 

    "Beg for it," Duke ordered. "Beg for me to fuck you with my big cock." 

    Tears spilled down her face and she shook her head frantically. "I 
can't," she sobbed. "I can't say that..." 

    "Then I guess you don't want this," he taunted, giving a few short 
thrusts that slipped only an inch or so into her sopping wet cunt.      

    "I do want it, I do, please, oh god, I can't stand it, I need it so 
bad..." She looked up at him. "All right," she sobbed, tears of shame 
spilling down her cheeks. "If you want me to beg, I'll beg. Please. Please 
f-f-fuck me with your big c-cock. Your big hard cock. In my cunt. Fuck me 
with your big hard cock in my cunt.   Make me cum with your big hard cock 
in my cunt..." the words spilled out of her in a torrent, as if they had 
been pent up for years, waiting only for this moment to release them. She 
screamed in pleasure as Duke shoved himself back in her hard and began 
pounding her pussy again. She was so wet that the slurping sounds of his 
cock going in and out filled the room. She continued to urge him on with 
the filthy words she had never used in bed with her husband. "Yes, oh god, 
fuck me, fuck your whore, make my pussy cum with your big hard cock, oh, 
yes, fuck me, hard, hard like that, I need to be fucked so bad, make me, 
make, me, I'm going to, oh god, I'm, I'm, gonna, c-c-c-I'm CUMMING! 
CUMMING! GOD! YES! YES! CUMMING SO GOOD ON YOUR BIG HARD COCK!" Tom groaned 
and came as well, spurting a load of semen into his rapidly pumping hand. 
Duke gave Amy no quarter. He  pounded her mercilessly as if he meant to 
drive her through the bed into the floor. "Oh, GOD," Amy cried out. `I'm 
going to cum AGAIIIIIIIIN!" She climaxed again, writhing and groaning as 
Duke's big cock took her to places she had never even dreamed of before. 
With a deep grunt, Duke began climaxing as well. His fat buttocks jounced 
and quivered obscenely as he slammed down into Tom's orgasming wife. When 
he was done, she lay still, moaning softly as his remaining thrusts shook 
her limp body. 

   "Move over, brother," Dupree rumbled. "Lemme get some of that." 

    "She's a fine piece of tail," Duke said with a smirk. Dupree dropped 
his pants and knelt between Amy's spread thighs. She screamed softly when 
he thrust himself inside her and her hips began moving again. "Oh, God," 
she groaned. `It's so good..." 

    "Come on, slut," Dupree said. "Work it. Move that ass. I know you want 
Daddy Marcus to make you  cum again." 

    "Oh, yeah," she grunted, moving her hips more strongly. "Make me cum 
again..." 

    "You ever cum like that with your husband?" Dupree grunted. 

     She shook her head. `I never...oh, god that's good, hard like that...I 
never came with my husband...fuck me, Daddy, please, make me cum like he 
never does..." 

   "Shut up," Tom said in an agonized voice, but his pleas were drowned out 
by their hoots of derisive laughter. 

    "I know it hurts to hear that, maricon, Tito grinned at him. "Let me 
put something in her mouth so she won't say those things no more." He 
released her arms and dropped his own pants. As his cock sprang free, he 
and Dupree shoved Amy across the bed so that her head was hanging backwards 
off the edge, her long curly brown hair reaching the floor. She opened her 
mouth eagerly and began sucking  as Tito slid his big cock into her mouth. 
Tom's prick sprang to another  erection as the two men fucked her from 
either end. She writhed and squirmed between them, cupping her own big tits 
in her hands and massaging them roughly. She groaned and sucked eagerly at 
the cock in her mouth. Within moments she was obviously climaxing again, 
her moans turning to muffled screams as her hips worked frantically. Her 
orgasmic cries around his cock and the feel of her lips working eagerly 
around his cock off Tito's long-delayed orgasm and he grunted with pleasure 
as he pumped his cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow, but  gagged as 
his spunk overflowed her mouth. It ran down her upturned face in sticky 
white trails as Tito pulled his softening cock from her lips. She raised 
her head and looked wild-eyed at the big man fucking her. "God, Daddy," she 
whispered. "You're even bigger than the other one...fuck me, Daddy," she 
begged. "Fuck your slut hard...make your slut come." 

  "Whose slut?" he grunted. 

   "Your slut, Daddy, all yours," she promised. "Your slut, your whore, 
your fuck-toy...anything Daddy, anything you want...anything, just make me 
cum  again...yes...like that...hard, I love it hard, like a slut, fuck me, 
fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEE!" she threw her head back and screamed with another 
orgasm. She rebounded from this one more quickly and began fucking him back 
vigorously. "Oh, God, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from 
screaming,  "you make it last so long...I don't know how much more I can 
take..." 

"As long as I want it, bitch," he snarled. 

"Yes, Daddy," she said submissively. "Anytime, as long as you want it..." 
Suddenly, she cried out in frustration as he pulled out of her. "Turn 
over," he ordered. "Up on your knees. I'm going to fuck that ass. I bet 
Tommy-Boy ain't never done that." 

   "No," she moaned ans she complied, raising her ass in the air. "He's 
never done that. So please Daddy, let me get something to lube myself with. 
You're so big, I'm afraid you'll split me." 

   "Okay, baby," Dupree said in a parody of tenderness. "You been so good, 
I'll let you lube up. Duke," he said, turning to the big biker. "Take Tommy 
in the bathroom. Let him bring something to lube his wife's ass with."

   Duke grinned as he took the handcuff key and unlocked the cuffs. He 
yanked Tom to his feet and half-dragged him into the bathroom. "Be quick," 
he said. "Marcus ain't gonna wait long." Tom heard his wife groan with 
pleasure. He looked in the bathroom mirror where the bedroom behind him was 
reflected.   Dupree had penetrated Amy from behind and was fucking her 
doggy-style. She was pushing her hips back against him, moaning as he 
fucked her. Tom turned back to the medicine chest. He quickly located a jar 
of Vaseline. "Here," he said in a broken whisper. He tried to hand it to 
Duke. 

  "Uh-uh," Duke said. "Marcus said for you to bring it."  

    Every time Tom thought there was no way they could humiliate him 
further, they found a way. He shuffled back into the bedroom like a 
sleepwalker, over to the bed where his wife was climaxing noisily again on 
another man's cock. `What you waitin' for, Tommy?" Dupree demanded., 
"Grease her up!" 

   "Yeah,  Tom,"  he heard Amy's voice saying. He turned his head. She was 
looking up at him. Her sweat-soaked hair fell across her face and she 
lazily brushed it back. "You have to lube me, baby," she said. "This is a 
real man, with a real cock. He's going to tear my ass open if I'm not 
lubricated. You don't want me to be  hurt, do you?" 

    Yes, he thought. "No," he said. 

     Her sluttish smile was cruel. "So be a good little boy and lube me up, 
will you?" 

   Tom took the cap of the Vaseline and coated his fingers with it. Dupree 
slackened his pace, moving his cock in and out of Amy slowly as Tom brought 
his fingers to his wife's asshole. He felt the tight rosebud contract with 
each thrust of the big man's cock. Gritting his teeth, Tom thrust a finger 
inside, too angry to be gentle.. 

  "Unhh." Amy grunted. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's nice." Tom thrust another 
rough finger in, sawing them in and out harshly. "Yeeaunh, unh, unh," Amy 
groaned with each thrust. She squirmed her buttocks back against his 
plunging fingers. Tom had always been gentle, afraid of hurting his sweet 
wife. But it appeared,  rough treatment was what she had needed and wanted 
all along. He had found out too late. 

   "That's good, Tommy," Dupree said finally. "Step back now." 

   "Thank you, honey," Amy whispered. "Thank you, for lubing me up so a 
real man could fuck me in the ass." Duke cuffed Tom back to the foot of the 
bed. Amy gasped as Dupree placed his cock at the entrance of her ass. He 
pushed forward, spreading her lubricated asshole with the blunt head of his 
prick. "AaaaaaaAAAAAGH," she cried out as he buried more of himself. "Slow, 
Daddy, please go sloOOOOOOAAAAHH!" she screamed as he penetrated her 
further. Tom looked on wide-eyed, his hand once again moving on his cock. . 
Dupree had only half of his cock buried in Amy's greased asshole and she 
was sobbing in agony. There was no way she could...he thrust forward again 
brutally and her ass absorbed his cock to the hilt as if swallowing.  

    "AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy screamed. She dropped her head to the bed. 
"Please Daddy," she panted, "please I can't it's to biAAAAAGGH!" as he 
began fucking in and out of her with slow hard strokes. He grabbed her hips 
and pulled her back against him causing her to cry out again and again. 
After a few hard strokes, however, she began to quiet. Her cries of anguish 
turned to soft whimpers, then to gasps and moans of slowly building 
arousal.  "Mmmmmmmhh....MMmmmh...oh....God..." Her buttocks were moving in 
slow circles as Dupree picked up the pace.

"Like it, cunt?" Dupree said. 

"Yes..." she sobbed. "I like it. I like it! Fuck my ass harder, Daddy, 
please..."  

    "Told you," Dupree said to his associates. "This ass gonna be my 
biggest moneymaker."

     "Yeah, man," Duke agreed.  "I got a party scheduled next week with the 
Lobos," he added, naming a local motorcycle club. "I think Amy's tight 
little ass is gonna be the main attraction." 

   "We'll see how tight it is after a night with the Lobos," Tito laughed. 
Dupree grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her head up. "You hear that, baby?" he 
said. "Daddy Marcus is gonna turn your ass out for gangbangs.  Maybe we 
make that your specialty until you work off the money your hubby stole from 
me." 

   "Yes," Amy said, totally broken. "Anything. I'll fuck them all, take 
them in my ass, squeeze their cum out with my asshole..." her obscene 
recitation was cut off by Duke, who shoved his cock back into her mouth. In 
moments she was screaming around his dick as she came again. 

   They continued to fuck her for almost three hours, taking turns and 
swapping back and forth between Amy's mouth, cunt and ass. She writhed and 
groaned and climaxed repeatedly as they penetrated her again and again. 
Finally, they were satiated and she collapsed across the bed. The three men 
got up and pulled their pants on, laughing as they went into the kitchen. 
Tom couldn't take his eyes off Amy. The sweet innocent young girl he had 
married was gone. Her hair and face were covered with drops of cum. More 
rivulets of male jism leaked from her cunt and asshole. She turned her head 
to look at her husband, kneeling by the foot of the bed in a pool of his 
own cum. He had jacked his cock to at least four orgasms as he watched his 
wife repeatedly violated and sodomized. 

   "Bitch," Dupree called out from the kitchen, "get in here and fix us 
somethin' to eat." Without a word, and without looking at her husband, Amy 
got up and put on a robe. She paused at the door to look at him before 
leaving the room. She left without saying anything.  Tom, exhausted and 
miserable, leaned his head against the bedstead and slept.

   He awoke some time later.  The room was dark. He could hear the men 
laughing and joking in the next room. It sounded like they were playing 
cards. Tom sensed someone else near him and turned his head. Amy was 
kneeling a few feet away, just out of his reach.  She was naked. 

   "I can't believe you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't 
believe what you did for them." 

   She looked at him with contempt. "And what did you do to stop them, 
Tom?" she said bitterly. "What did you do to protect me? And I found out, 
it was you stealing from Dupree that's the cause of this. He would have 
left us alone. But now...now..." tears spilled down her face, "now I'm his 
whore. He's going to sell my pussy and my...my ass until he's satisfied 
he's got his money back."  

   "Didn't look to me like it took much force," Tom sneered. "Looks like 
you liked it." 

   "No," she hissed at him. "I didn't like it. I loved it. I came like I've 
never come before. And If you'd been half a man, I wouldn't have needed it 
so bad." She stood up, her large  breasts jiggling with the motion. "You 
know what I'm going to do now, Tom?" she said. "I'm going to go back in 
there. I'm going to get on my knees for them. I'm going to suck each of 
their cocks, nice and slow,  deep into my mouth until they hit the back of 
my throat. And then I'm going to ask them....no, I'm going to beg them to 
fuck me. In here. In front of you. One at a time, two at a time, all three, 
whatever they want, I`ll do. "She smiled cruelly. "And you can jack off 
while you watch. Assuming you can get it up again. And when they're 
satisfied again, I'm going to leave with them. But I`ll be back, Tom," she 
said. "When they're done with me tonight, I'll be back. And I'll tell you 
about every cock I've sucked and fucked. For money. His money that you 
stole." There were fresh tears on her face. "Was it worth it, Tommy?"she 
aid with a trace of bitterness. "Was it worth the money?" Tom just shook 
his head, tears running down his face as she went back out to the kitchen.  



   After a few minutes,  she was back, and the three men with her. She was 
between Duke and Tito, her hands wrapped around their hard cocks. Dupree 
followed behind, a lewd grin on his black face. `Time for another round, 
Tommy-boy," he taunted. "I ain't never seen a bitch so hungry for it. She 
must be makin' up for lost time." He gave Amy a harsh slap on the buttocks. 
"That right, cunt?" 

  "Yes, Daddy," Amy said in a breathy voice. "I've been waiting so long for 
a real cock." 


  Dupree laughed and swaggered over to the bed. He lay down on his back, 
his massive black pole sticking straight up. Amy's eyes focused on it and a 
groan of lust escaped her throat.  "Please," she whispered. "I want it. I 
want to climb on top of it and ride it till I come all over it. Can I, 
daddy? Please, can I ride your big black cock?" 

   "Sure, baby," Dupree rumbled. "Come and get you some real dick." Amy 
smiled and sauntered over to the bed, swinging her ass seductively. She 
climbed onto the bed  and prepared to straddle Dupree's cock. "No, bitch," 
he ordered. "Face the other way. I want your husband to see your face while 
you ride me." Obediently, Amy turned her body, mounting her back master in 
the reverse cowgirl position. She reached down and grasped his ankles as 
she positioned her cunt over his cock. 

   "Now look him in the eye," Dupree ordered. `I want him to see what his 
wife's face looks like when a real man's cock goes into her." Tom wanted to 
look away, but he was mesmerized by the look a sluttish lust in his wife's 
eyes. When she moved backward slightly, Dupree thrust up into her and her 
face became a mask of pure pleasure. Dupree was right; he had never seen 
his wife look so fulfilled. . "Uuuuuunnnnhhhh...." she groaned as she slid 
own his cock. "Oh, godddd...it's stretching meeeee." As his cock slid into 
her to the hilt, Amy screamed aloud. "AAAAAhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, God, I'm 
coming already..." she began thrusting her hips down like a jackhammer, 
impaling her stretched cunt over and over. She threw her head back, tossing 
her hair wildly, her big tits bouncing as her orgasm rocked her lush body. 
As her trembling subsided, she slowed down.  Her yes opened and she began 
undulating slowly,  sensuously, on Dupree's cock. "Did you like, that, 
Tom?" she whispered. "Did you like watching your wife come on a big black 
dick? I hope you did. Because he's going to make me come again. And again 
and again. Why don't you stroke your dick for me, Tom? I know you want to. 
I can see your little dick is all hard watching me. Why don't you jack it 
off? It's the only satisfaction you're going to get from now on, watching 
me. So why not do it? Do it, Tommy. Jack off for me..." Sobbing, Tom did 
just that. His cock was sore from his previous orgasms, but he worked it 
furiously with his free hand as Amy laughed at him. She turned to Duke and 
Tito. "Give me a cock to suck," she begged. Laughing, they stood on the bed 
on either side of her, presenting their hard cocks to her mouth. She sucked 
first one, then the other, slurping noisily as they  grabbed her by the 
hair and forced their cocks roughly between her lips.  In a few moments, 
her hips began pumping again. This time, her screams of climax were muffled 
by the hard male flesh in her mouth. 

    `Now, Bitch," Dupree said as her orgasm subsided. "It's time for some 
o' dat ass. We gonna make us a slut sandwich." " He reached up and pulled 
Amy backwards on top of him. She supported herself on her hands and moved 
her legs forward so that she could support her weight on her feet as well 
with her legs splayed wide.. Dupree pulled out of her cunt with a wet 
slurping sound. His cock glistened with the juices of her orgasms. Grasping 
his cock in one hand, he began forcing himself upwards between her cheeks. 
Amy threw her head back and screamed. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she cried as he 
forced her ass open roughly. Then she relaxed her muscles and her ass 
absorbed his cock as if swallowing it whole.. Dupree gave her no quarter, 
but began fucking upwards into her brutally. `"Hunnnh, Hunnh, Hunnnh," Amy 
grunted as the big black man sodomized her. Duke grinned and took up his 
position between her widely splayed thighs. `Ready, bitch?" he taunted. 

   `Oh God, yes," Amy panted as she writhed on the big cock in her ass. "Do 
it. Put it in me. Please, please, double fuck me, I want it in both 
holes..." Duke shoved his cock into her and she cried out. "YESSS!" she 
said. "Oh, god, I can feel you both in me...ohhh...anyway I move there's a 
cock penetrating me...So good, so good, both of you, fuck me, harder, oh 
god,  Fuck me, use me, tear me apart..." her insanely lustful babbling 
trailed off into another orgasmic scream as the men continued to pound her. 

   "Damn," Duke grunted. "She likes that DP best of all, I think."
  
     "Yeah," Dupree panted from beneath her. "Hey Tommy, look on the bright 
side, she'll work it off twice as fast this way."  		

    "Shit, man," Tito grinned from beside Tom. "Let's make it three times 
as fast. Let's  make her a three hole whore." He stood on the bed, his cock 
inches from Amy's face, and she swallowed it eagerly, continuing to 
undulate her hips against the double pronged invasion of her loins. 

   Tom had though that he couldn't come any more. But the sight of his wife 
being triple fucked by three men...and loving it....sent him over the edge 
again. His come was a feeble spurt, but the orgasm was one of the most 
intense he'd ever had. He almost passed out from the intense arousal. The 
three men didn't notice. They were coming as well, filling his wife's cunt, 
ass and mouth with their scalding jism. That set Amy off again, her body 
shuddering and convulsing with her most intense climax of the night. When 
they were finished they pulled out of her. Tito first, pausing only to wipe 
his cock on Amy's panting face. Then Duke, his slick cock pulling out of 
Amy covered with jism and girl-cum. Finally, she climbed off Dupree, 
groaning as his slick cock slid out of her. She fell to the bed, nearly 
unconscious. But the three men weren't done yet. They pulled Amy up to her 
knees and forced her to lick their filthy cocks clean with her tongue. When 
she was done, the three men pulled their clothes on. "Time to go, bitch," 
Dupree said to Amy. . "I think your education be complete. It's time to get 
workin'." He grinned. "Don't bother packin' any clothes. We'll dress you up 
real pretty." " He walked over and undid Tom's handcuffs. Tom could have 
gotten up, but he stayed on the floor, sobbing. `Look at this little bitch-
boy," he said contemptuously. "Blubberin' like a baby." 

   `He's pathetic," Amy agreed. She bent over and patted Tom on the head. 
"Bye, baby," she said mockingly. "I'm off to go get fucked some more. I'll 
tell you all about it when I get home."  They left him there sobbing on the 
floor.	

Continued in Part Two	...

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