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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife.html
A Helpful Wife
Chapter 6
Even the soothing effect of the marijuana cigarette she'd smoked
upstairs
wasn't enough to prepare Melanie for the shock she received when she
entered
the cellar. It was quite large and quite dark, except for a
brilliantly
spotlighted circle in the exact middle of the room. She was reminded
of a
stage or movie set, or the middle ring of a sex circus, with the
audience seats
around it cloaked in darkness. There was a thick white carpet on the
floor
that felt nice to Melanie's bare feet as Anderson led her out onto it.
Before
her was the largest round bed she had ever seen, also covered with the
same
white fur. Where the headboard curved around one quarter of the bed,
large
sections of mirrors rose in an arc, high up and then over like a
reflective
canopy so that whoever was on the bed could watch every little detail
that was
happening.
Melanie wriggled her toes in the fur, nervously shading her eyes
with one
hand against the harsh light burning down on her. She peered all around
her,
but most everything beyond the ring of lamps was a dim, unrecognizable
blur.
She was able to make out Anderson's wife, Sybil, sitting on a low
settee off to
one side. Melanie strained her eyes, and it seemed to her that Sybil
was
absolutely naked, her breasts and thighs reflections of tanned flesh as
she
moved to a more comfortable position. With her looked to be a naked
man, but
Melanie couldn't be sure... but as she moved her face around to other
points of
the dim room beyond her circle, she was sure that she could see more
black
forms of men; some tall, some short, some sitting, some standing, but
all of
them unclothed and naked.
"Go to the bed, my dear," Anderson commanded, and meekly Melanie
left his
side and stumbled across the carpet to sit tipsily on the edge of the
great
round bed. The marijuana was beginning to affect her a little more
now, and
her muscles felt sluggish. Her feet dangled, almost touching the
floor, and
through her drugged gaze. she could see in the mirrors above her, her
own
figure lying below. She could feel the eyes of the countless naked
males
around her feasting lewdly on the secret parts that had once belonged
solely to
her husband, parts she had protected just for Tim and which now had
become her
shame.
"Move back, my dear," she heard Anderson say in a now heavily
breathing
tone. She peered in the direction of his voice and thought she saw him
standing beside some large box that was on stilts. "Go on," he snapped
harshly, "move to the center of the bed... Or else!"
Melanie shuddered at the threat of his or else, and crawled to
the center
as demanded, tears streaming in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of
her
position tormented her confused and shame-filled mind. She cowered
there, her
arms trying to cover as much of her as she could, feeling her nakedness
as a
great humiliating blanket. And now that blanket would be replaced by
something
more evil: the greedy eyes of strange obscene men who did not know her
name nor
even cared to know. She would be an openly exposed receptacle in which
would
be spewed indecent sperm, and she had no other choice, having to submit
to the
revolting violation of her body to protect her marriage and home. God,
would
Amos please come to her and get it over with!
Amos Anderson chuckled lewdly as he moved behind the tripod legs
of the
16 mm color movie camera and sighted its lens on the naked young wife.
It was
time now... time to start Phase Three!
"Dinsdale!" he growled to one of the naked men standing nearby.
"Take
that favorite little plaything of your's and start to work on her."
"Right boss!" A set of flashing white teeth sparkled momentarily.
"She
looks to be a tender one, for sure!" He scampered across the rug and
leaped
nakedly onto the bed, kneeling down beside Melanie's thighs. "Hello
there," he
said casually. "My name is Arnold Dinsdale."
Melanie had been unable to see him because of the blinding glare
of the
floodlamps, but now her eyes adjusted and she stared in horror at the
roughly
handsome face of this strange man. His features were sharp and
definite, a
straight nose, squarish cheekbones, and deep-set dark eyes protected by
jet
black eyebrows.
"Wh-What are you doing?" she screamed when she belatedly realized
what
had happened. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm not going to hurt you," Dinsdale grinned, pushing her naked
body
down flat on the bed. "Relax and enjoy it."
As the full impact of what the unknown strange man was saying
registered
in Melanie's mind, she realized now that she had been bartered away by
an
incredibly vile degenerate. It wasn't only eyes of other men she was
going to
have to suffer, it was going to be their obscene penises drubbing into
her as
well! God! She saw it all now! If she could only run, if there was
only
someplace she could hide! But there was none, and she still had her
price to
pay...
Before her thoughts could go any further, she felt a light
flicking over
the soles of her feet. Something the nude man was holding in one of
his hands
was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet. She
struggled
to sit up, but Dinsdale's thick muscular arm held her fast to the bed
with his
other hand palm-flat against the soft white flesh of her convulsing
belly. But
she had been able to see enough to know that he was grinning lewdly as
he
kneeled over her defenseless body, a thick plastic shaft in the hand
that was
tickling her feet. It was cream colored, about seven inches long and
two
inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of mosquitoes.
"A dildo," Dinsdale explained as she looked back up at his face
with a
questioning expression. "Like a man's cock, see, only it's artificial.
And
this one's a vibrator as well!"
A dildo! Melanie jerked her feet, trying to escape the maddening
tickling of the artificial penis' vibrating tickle. It was no use.
Dinsdale
continued the lascivious massaging slowly up her calves, pausing at the
sensitive inner thighs to rotate the blunt head in small titillating
circles
against her nakedly sensitive flesh. The trapped young wife squirmed,
held
captive against the bed with Dinsdale's pressuring hand against her
belly,
inadvertently opening her loins in a crab-like stance that exposed the
moist
pink slit of her vagina completely to his vibrating touch and the
greedy eyes
of the naked viewers and the glinting lens of the movie camera.
"That's it!" Anderson yelled encouragingly. "More! More!"
Dinsdale giggled and thrust the tip of the tormenting dildo
directly into
the involuntarily parted pubic hair, juggling the plastic vibrator
lewdly in
the plainly visible lips of her tight little cunt.
"Ohhhh," she mewled, jerking wildly in her vain effort to escape
the
taunting buzzing which was tingling all the way through her body.
"D-Don't do
that! I... I can't stand it!"
Still the teasing dildo played at the tender flesh of her vagina,
working
its way up the full length of the wetly palpitating crevice to her tiny
throbbing clitoris and flicking it maddeningly until, with a sudden
groan,
Melanie felt her loins begin a gentle involuntary rising and falling.
She
could hear along with the other viewers Sybil laughing from her settee
at the
edge of the carpetthe young wife's desperate pleadings causing all of
the
audience to urge the actor to manipulate the vibrating fake cock faster
and
faster.
Arnold Dinsdale worked it slowly up over the mound of her
genitals and
across the flat white plane of her belly, around his still pressing
hand that
was holding her down and then up the sides of her ribs. She felt the
plastic
vibrator crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress
the
nipples, and in spite of her revulsion toward this indecent torture of
her
flesh, her feeling was slowly changing. Against her will, her proud
firm
breasts were throbbing into round hardness, and the peaks tweaked up
hungrily
as the torturing dildo made small delicious circles around the
pink-hued
aureoles.
As the vibrator began its slow downward journey again, she found
to her
fascinated horror her body reaching involuntarily upward to absorb its
warm
caresses. It dwelled long on the whiteness of her belly and in the
flexing
hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable
undulation of
her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up
into a
crab-like position. The wide crevice between her firm buttocks was
once more
splayed open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her surrounding
watchers and,
still unknown to her, to the uncaring eye of the movie camera as well.
Without warning, Dinsdale flicked the blunt tip quickly against
the
sensitive moist flesh of her cuntal hole, clearly exposing the
unwantedly
swelling lips between the blonde fringe of her pubic hair. The tight,
elastic
orifice of her pussy jerked in surprise and tried to screw itself down
into the
mattress to escape the cruelly delightful probe.
"Aggggggg!" she gasped between clenched teeth. "D-Don't! Please,
please
don't! You're driving me crazy with that thing!"
A sadistic giggle answered her as she undulated against the
teasing dildo
in her wetly clasping vagina. She tried to close her thighs against
it, but
they would not seem to obey her mind's commands. Tears of frustration
again
brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of her body gradually
loosening. She
had vowed she would never allow it to betray her no matter how much
temptation
it might be subjected to; but the sheer hopelessness of her position
and the
vibrator in the hands of this master debaucher, violating all the
sensitive,
defenseless parts of her naked body, were forcing her into helpless
submission.
"Nooooo! Stop it! Stop it, please! You're killing me!"
"Would you rather be fucked by Dinsdale?" she heard the mocking
voice of
Amos Anderson call from somewhere in darkness.
"No! No!" she groaned piteously.
"Tell me," the taunting, handsome face of the actor coaxed,
sending more
forceful, spasmodic throbs through the plastic cock embedded slightly
in her
rapidly awakening vaginal passage.
"I won't... I can't! Please!" Melanie's resistance ebbed with
the
exquisitely maddening pleasure being lavished on her helpless naked
being. But
she couldn't bring herself to suffer this further indignation, knowing
that
this would be the point of her surrender. The thought of begging a man
she had
never seen before to drive his hardened penis into her was
unbelievingly
repugnant to her.
"Just say it," Dinsdale hissed. "Just say it and I stop my
machine." To
add impetus, he turned the torturing instrument on higher.
"No, no," she moaned, lolling her head as far as she could from
side to
side in almost unconscious hysteria. "I won't... I can't... Oh, please
don't
make me, whoever you are!"
"Dinsdale's the name. But you like this, don't you?" He throbbed
the
fake penis viciously, and began making little strokes in and out of her
frantically groveling cunt. "It feels good to you, right?"
"Ohhhhh, yesssss, it doesssss," she hissed through tightly
clenched
teeth.
"Do you want me to stop, though?"
"I... Yes! Oh, please, stop!"
"Say it, then," Dinsdale commanded as cruelly as Anderson would
have
done. "Say what you, want!"
"Ohhhhh," the helpless young wife moaned, all resistance fading
away as
the lewd sensations from his vibrating dildo slowly changed her body to
a mass
of nerve-tingling excitement. "Give... Give it to me, then! Give it
to me!"
"Not like that, my dear!" Anderson yelled at the tormented girl.
"Say it
with the right words to Dinsdale! Go on, say it!" And then he added
the
ultimate cruelty as she sobbed in humiliated recollection. "Beg
Dinsdale the
way you begged me last Wednesday!"
Dinsdale had increased the tingling probings until Melanie had no
resistance left. A fiery hot ball of desire had become all-consuming
in the
pit of her loins. She fought against it with all her strength but the
indecent
plastic penis pursued and tantalized her wet young cunt relentlessly.
The
thick, vibrating cock buzzed on, not going any deeper inside her, but
firing
the moist warm flesh of her vaginal lips until she thought her belly
would
burst from the tickling pleasure tingling through it.
"Oh God," she heard herself shriek, the sweet agony in her body
driving
her to a frenzy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Go fuck me now!"
"Have her ride you!" Amos Anderson directed from behind the
camera. "Get
down, Dinsdale, and have her ride that cock of your's!"
Melanie groaned from this further indignity. Her heart sunk as
she
realized that in such a lewd position, it would be she who was mostly
on
display, with her naked buttocks waving high up in the air off
Dinsdale's
plundering hardness, rather than him over her with his covering body.
She
watched as the handsome man beside her threw the dildo to one side and
rolled
over on the thick furry coverlet, clutching her with steel-hard fingers
so that
she was roughly pulled to him.
"Do as he says, sweetie," Dinsdale hissed up into her face.
"Climb over
me and straddle my thighs like the good girl you are!"
Melanie hesitantly complied, knowing that she had reached the
point of no
return. Her whole body cringing with the horror of what she must do
for her
survival, she levered up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down
her
face and sweeping the strange man's chest, her breasts swaying
sensuously with
their erect little nipples almost touching his warm, tanned skin. She
kneeled,
straddling with her own thighs splayed wide on either side of
Dinsdale's lean
hips, and could sense his hardened penis pointing directly up at her
hotly
throbbing vaginal slit. She thought of what was to follow, and tears
of shame
and submission flowed down the delicate swell of her cheeks, ruining
the light
make-up Anderson had so carefully applied.
He arched his buttocks up off the bed, and Melanie suddenly
quivered in
renewed fear as she felt the hugeness of his heatedly thick cock press
into the
crevice between her upturned thighs. She involuntarily cringed forward,
drawing
away from the blunt rubbery hardness pressing upwards into her loins,
but it
relentlessly followed. Her forehead was pressed tightly in the cleft
between
the man's neck and shoulder, her face downwards against the mattress,
and she
could feel the pungent smell of Dinsdale's perspiration. She felt his
hands
close around the tops of her buttocks, gripping them tightly, his
fingers
pressing downwards in her soft white flesh. He was going to impale her
in
front of everybody. Oh God, he was going to split her!
"Reach behind you, my dear!" Anderson commanded breathlessly.
"Put his
cock inside your cunt!"
"Oh, I can't, I can't!" Melanie whimpered.
"Put it in, I tell you," the devilish blackmailer yelled at her,
and she
felt Dinsdale dig his fingers deeper into her buttocks with his own
display of
urgency.
"Ohhhh," Melanie groaned as she felt her sensitive flesh being
squeezed
into painfully tight balls. She couldn't stand it! Trembling in
despair, the
naked young wife reached back between her legs and wrapped her fingers
around
the hot, hard shaft of this stranger's penis. She tearfully placed the
blunt,
pulsing head against the tight elastic opening of her vagina, biting
down hard
on her lower lips to hold back the tears of humiliation and fright that
were
brimming her eyes. She felt his long hardness begin a slow probing
upwards
against her already moistened vaginal lips, forcing its way inside the
tight
restricting ring of hot flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to
her young
cunt. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the
tender
lips of her vagina were being pulled apart, and then suddenly she felt
as if
they were being ripped as Dinsdale's long thick cock slithered into her
hotly
cringing pussy like the trunk of a tree. The heavy muscles of his
loins
crashed hard up against her cruelly splayed inner thighs, pushing her
face
brutally against the bed.
"Agggg!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her vaginal walls
were on
fire, his great penetrating penis feeling like a huge drill tunneling
deep up
into her belly. Melanie struggled and rotated her buttocks in vain to
alleviate the cruel impalement, but Dinsdale had skewered into her up
to the
hilt, and she was a hopeless prisoner before all the lewd, breathlessly
viewing
people grouped around the bed.
He began to pump long, even strokings into her, only stopping at
the apex
where his pulsing hard cock throbbed menacingly against the tender
cervix of
her womb. Melanie's mouth opened and closed fishlike in torment and
sensation
as gradually she became accustomed to the massively thick shaft
embedded in her
tight young vagina. She could feel the rigid, tendon-like corrugations
of his
cock brushing against her overly sensitive clitoris. A strange
masochistic
pleasure had begun tippling through her. Even the pain was weirdly
enjoyable,
and she waved her buttocks skyward, undulating as much as the thick
restricting
shaft of Dinsdale's cock would allow. The sight she made in the
mirrors
incited her even more as she raised her head to look around. This was
total
subjugation, being forced to kneel helplessly around a naked stranger
this way,
her arms supporting her torso off the stage-like bed, her breasts
jiggling
crazily underneath from the obscene public fucking she was getting. In
the
mirror she could see his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of
her
clasping pink vagina which was puckering and unpuckering around his
long
length. God, what a picture it made in her! The lewd portrait of her
utter
surrender made her squirm down on the heated shaft as if to punish
herself some
more.
Dear God, Melanie thought through her painful haze of
humiliation. What's
happening to me? What's happening to me? I can't help it... I can't
help
it...
She groaned out her shameful submission to the fiery sensations
flicking
through her unwillingly ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against
the
softness of the bedspread as she was bucked up and down, fucked like
the
helpless slave she was by the great, driving cock up inside her warmly
quivering cunt. Dinsdale pressed his fingers into the firm flesh of her
buttocks and spread their bouncing cheeks farther apart, opening them
obscenely
and teasing the puckered little hole of her anus with his outstretched
middle
finger.
"Ahhhhhh," Melanie moaned in drugged delight. She was being
treated more
like a whore than she had been before, and the strange masochistic
pleasure
which had gripped her last Wednesday night spiraled through her
shamelessly
aroused young body once again. She wanted to be completely destroyed
by it
this time; she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again!
The lewd
subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with
lust-inciting sensations!
"Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me good!" she chanted through her
contorted lips,
sweat dripping from her straining flanks, the rhythm of her buttocks
and the
skewering of her vagina bringing unmentionable delight to her senses.
Sybil Anderson watched this lewd humiliation of the naked young
wife with
mixed emotions. She felt a slight twinge of pity coursing through her
for the
helpless innocent girl who was being subjected to such a thing after
such a
short period of marriage. She could see her lying there on the bed with
her
legs wide apart probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had
ever felt
before in her life. And yet, the sordid scene was exciting her! God,
how it
was exciting her, and Sybil could feel the pit of her belly and thighs
hot and
moist from the obscene spectacle her husband was so avidly filming to
show
around the nation. The naked young man next to her, whose name was
Jack
Armstrong, reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tight
crevice of
her hotly moistened cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling
the
smooth, pink flesh jerk against his sudden contact. He leaned against
Sybil's
ear and whispered:
"Get down on the floor like she is. I'll fuck you from behind so
we can
watch at the same time. Your husband won't mind."
"He never does," Sybil answered excitedly, slipping off the couch
and
sprawling on all-fours on the dim lit floor. Then she felt the heat of
Jack's
long hard cock brushing against the wetly pulsing lips of her vagina,
and she
reached back under her body and guided his rigid shaft between the
tender lips
of her cuntal slit. Jack pressured forward slowly and with one easy
stroke
slid his massively erect cock all the way inside her eagerly heaving
belly.
Amos' naked wife moaned as she felt the cock-head bury as far into her
hungry
little cunt as it would go. Her mouth dropped loosely open, and she
began to
squirm back against him in dog fashion as she felt him begin to rotate
it deep
up inside her. The head of his thick long prick scraped deliciously
against the
far hidden walls of her womb in a sweet magical rhythm that brought
swelling
moans from deep in her throat. She kept her passion-glazed eyes
tightly glued
to Melanie's naked young body still held tight down upon Arnold
Dinsdale's
pumping cock while she herself urged Jack to fuck into her hard and
fast.
Amos Anderson grinned an obscene grin of victory from behind his
movie
camera. A lewd sucking sound of intercourse was sounding through the
darkened
room, and the moist slap of belly against belly joined it melodiously.
He
licked his lips hungrily as he viewed the reddish skin of the young
wife's
cruelly stretched vagina draw back with the prick of his naked actor
friend,
clutching at it as if it didn't want it to cone out, and then
disappearing
inside again with each upward lunge. He unbuttoned his pants and let
them fall
around his ankles as he watched, fingering his own lust-stiffened penis
with
one hand, the heat of his excitement rising like a tornado in his
loins. Shit,
how he'd like to be there on the bed with that hot little blonde
himself! Even
his wife was joining in! But he couldn't, not and take the
pornographic movie
as well, and the way things were going, he would make a fortune out of
this
one! But God, if he was in there on the bed, he'd show them all what
fucking
should be like!
"Okay, Billy, you next," he said, waving his other hand at a
young boy
waiting gape-mouthed to one side. "Go in there and have her suck you
off. Go
on, boy, hurry!"
"Sure, Mr. Anderson! Anything you say! Who is she?"
"Melanie. Mrs. Melanie Cartwright, you little bastard." And he
chuckled
lewdly as the naked young boy padded quickly out into the bedroom
again. One,
now Two... and soon there would be Three!
Melanie felt a slight sag of additional weight upon the bed, and
felt
warm, fresh skin settle down near her face. Her head flailed a moment
longer
as she fought against the sensual pressure to keep her eyes tightly
shut; soon,
however, her eyelids parted and opened a tiny slit. Dimly she saw a
small
masculine form hovering near her mouth, and something else, something
short and
firm jutting out from it and toward her lips...
A boy! A teenaged boy not more than fifteen years old! He was
kneeling
there in front of her, holding her facial cheeks between his hands, his
immature penis standing in adolescent erection from his hairless loins!
Nooo!
"Mrs. Cartwright?" Billy asked. "I'm supposed to have you suck
my
pecker, Mrs. Cartwright."
God no! She couldn't do that! A man was terrible enough, but to
corrupt
an innocent child was too much to ask! And yet... A flutter of
salaciousness
rippled through her skewered belly as her lust-filled eyes filled
themselves on
the virile young penis waving before her. It was not offensive, only
five
inches long, its bulbous head a rich glistening crimson that gave its
white-skinned shaft the erotic appeal of an enticing delicacy. She was
not even
repelled. The round firm scrotum was so tight and tender with the look
of
textured velvet. So hairless, so fresh, so viriley boyish... God, what
was she
thinking? She couldn't want him too! She couldn't!
"Suck my pecker, Mrs. Cartwright," Billy urgently said in his
high-pitched voice. "Please, before Mr. Anderson gets mad at us!"
She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden shame of her
forbidden
desires. Now she was taking on little boys! Where would it end? Her
strange
random thoughts were cut short as the naked youth rammed his short
fleshy cock
through her wetly parted lips into the soft warmth of her mouth. She
could
feel the spongy bluntness of his boyish penis sliding the length of her
tongue,
lifting momentarily her concentration on the more mature penis ramming
up from
behind into her wildly rejoicing vagina.
Gloating with youthful pride above her head, Billy began to
undulate his
slender pelvis, sliding his virile young prick in and out of the young
wife's
lips, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot, swollen tip of half
an inch
inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Melanie closed her eyes
tightly to
block out the sordid sight of the teenager's sparse-haired genitals
sawing into
her tightly ovalled lips. Oh God, there wasn't any use fighting it any
longer,
not the slightest bit! She would do anything that salacious
blackmailing
Anderson forced upon her, and learn to love it as he did. And ohhhhh,
God,
this boy was such a tender, lovely child! Moisture filled her mouth,
puffing
out her cheeks wide as the youngster shoved forward, burying his
slender virile
penis deep in her throat, keeping pace with the man-sized cock fucking
ceaselessly into her widespread buttocks from behind.
Arnold Dinsdale looked up with lewd delight at the
sweat-glistening body
of the helplessly trapped woman skewered between his cock in her cunt
and the
teenager's penis in her mouth.
He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those of
young Billy,
ramming upwards as he did, levering up on his toes and thrusting with
all his
might to try and meet the smaller prick at the other end of her belly.
He held
her warmly undulating buttocks tighter when he heard her cough and
choke as the
boy's fleshy hardness rhythmically brushed her throat on the instroke,
watching
her tender flushed lips above his face as they clasped tighter with a
wild
hunger around the youthful invasion of her mouth.
Melanie felt a rising tide of lust beginning deep inside her
dilated
loins. The very hopelessness of her kneeling position and the depraved
ravishment of her naked young body brought strange ripples of obscene
fire
dancing through her shattered nerves. She licked and sucked the boyish
erection imbedded between her lips, her saliva thick from the fresh
virile
secretions of his lubricating fluid. The taste was indescribable to
her, and
the whole of her vaginal crevice felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears
of
unconscious joy trickled from her eyes as she wallowed lewdly in the
pleasure
of this dual subjugation to the little boy and the lean muscular man
fucking
her at both ends.
"Now for Part Three!" she dimly heard Anderson yell triumphantly
from
behind his movie camera. "Now she'll take three at the same time! You
go and
fuck her in the ass!"
Melanie jerked her tightly clenched eyes open again at the
horrible
implications of the movie maker's words. Her shocked gaze locked at
the new
man, a Negro, who was stepping toward the bed, and she gasped in
terror, trying
to squeeze her thighs tightly together around Dinsdale's cock, her
mouth
moaning around the young boy's penis. It couldn't be true! That man
would
split her open! Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered
wildly
through her cringing mind. Amos couldn't mean it! He couldn't!
But it was too late for her now. A gigantic Negro crawled up on
the bed.
His huge ebony penis reared out from his black muscular chest like a
third leg,
for it was at least ten inches long and two inches wide. The crowd of
other
naked men crowded closer, stepping onto the white, brightly lit rug and
toward
the bed now to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to
be
filmed before their eyes. Helpful hands from the sides of the large
round bed
grasped harshly at Melanie's frantically quivering legs, pulling them
brutally
apart so that her tightly puckered little anus was in full view of them
and the
camera. Others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at
the
pulsating treasure between the struggling young wife's buttocks. One
overanxious hand reached out to pinch quickly at a full white breast,
digging
harshly at the dancing mound for a moment before disappearing
anonymously back
into the crowd.
The giant black man climbed between her widespread legs and found
a
position so he could move without disturbing his white friend fucking
upwards
into her wet young cunt from below. Melanie's face contorted in anguish
around
Billy's virile cock, every muscle in her body tensed against the
inhuman
invasion she knew was sure to come. The full plane of her defenseless
backsides was presented up to the kneeling Negro in helpless sacrifice.
It was
his, to plunder at will.
He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white ivory
of his
teeth in unbridled lust. "I is Balshazar, and I is going to fuck yo'
in de
ass, little white girl!"
He stroked his immense black penis with both his hands in greedy
preparation for the assault on the cringingly upturned buttocks swaying
in
front of him. His body swayed on his knees like a stalking cobra, the
glistening ebony skin shining in the arc lights that surrounded the
motion
picture set. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging
black
cock shoved out and quivering like a savage limbo dancer caught in the
hypnotic
throes of a primeval jungle dance.
Her fully bared buttocks quivered uncontrollably as they tried to
escape
that monstrous black penis that was going to rip her rectum apart. The
lust-incited crowd around the bed gasped as the great bulging head
found the
tightly clenched anal opening and jostled for position against the pink
rosette
of flesh, insinuating the merest fraction of its tip inside her anal
hole. Then
with a flick of his hips, the grinning Negro forced the blood-filled
cock-head
brutally into the pulsing muscle of her hairless little anus,
stretching her
resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
"Mmmmmmmmaaaaawwww!" Melanie moaned out wildly around the young
boy's
still driving penis in her mouth. "Mmmmmmaaaggggg!"
It sunk another cruel inch, the struggling young wife trying
desperately
to kick her legs free of both it and Dinsdale's cock to escape the
punishing
impalement. The eager hands held them tightly to the mattress, though,
and
Balshazar levered his hips and flicked again. His grin widened as his
relentless black cock slid in Melanie's white backsides another
excruciating
inch.
"Mmmmuuunnnngggg!"
Another inch
"Mmmmaaaaaagggggghhhhh!"
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance only brought a
sudden
crushing thrust from the naked black man that plowed his giant ebony
cock
deeper into her tightly resisting anus, pushing great waves of rectal
flesh in
soft rolling waves before it. Melanie jerked convulsively forward, only
to ram
more of young Billy's penis into her mouth as Balshazar's hardness
raced all
the way up inside her belly like a runaway freight train. It was an
uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her, filling her every
crevice and
pushing her internal organs into tiny balls of agony that could not
breath or
move. It was coming all the way up out her throat, shoving the smaller
youthful penis out of her mouth, ripping her soul from her body and
devouring
it in great thrusts of depraved sensuality.
The Negro did not even wait a moment to allow the helplessly
impaled
young girl beneath him time to adjust to his huge pulsating member
buried deep
up in her soft white belly. He began a painfully quick fucking motion
in and
out of Melanie's impossibly stretched anus, thrusting forward
mercilessly from
the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked rectum hard
against
his savage loins. Dinsdale's penis embedded in her cunt joined the
slowly
pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo, and then Billy caught the
same
pumping tempo with his virile hardness sliding between her lips, and
soon all
three of them began to buffet her between them like a sack of resilient
foam
rubber.
At first the only thing that Melanie could manage to do was utter
long
continuous whines that went on and on as they smacked into her
defenselessly
naked body with harder and faster force. But slowly and inexorably the
pain was
easing, and in its place a weird sensation of happiness tingled through
her
naked writhing flesh. The outrageous defilement and subjugation
brought
strange pleasures flooding through her blood stream, and her hips began
to
unconsciously gyrate in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed
of the
trio of cocks fucking into her.
A thousand helpful hands groped at her from the leering faces
around the
bed. The pain receded more and more, and her whine of agony began to
change to
low whimpers of passionate pleading. She began to want this to hurt
her, to
want to be torn in half in front of everybody to want to be ripped into
a
thousand pieces by the boy in front of her, the man on the bottom and
the Negro
fucking her in the ass. They were filling her mouth, her cunt, her raw
pink
rectum with their merciless cocks, and she wanted nothing more than to
be
brutally punished for being the dirty whoring bitch she knew she had
become.
She wanted every entrance of her naked body to be savagely raped until
they all
shot off their hot white loads of cum inside her, and that was all
there was in
her mindless world to wish for now. She was lost, lost! She could
never be the
same again after this, and she no longer gave one Goddamn.
"Ohhhh yes, yes fuck me all you bastards!" she crooned around the
boyish
cock ramming between her teeth. She squirmed her body around lewdly
among the
myriad of hands and fingers that were crawling over her tingling flesh.
She
opened her eyes and cocks were everywhere. The men around the bed had
crawled
up on the mattress with them now, and were stroking their hardened
penises over
her in time to the black and white pricks smacking into her. Long ones,
short
ones, fat ones... she was a prisoner in a great cock heaven, and all
the time
while three battering erections were fucking into her, trapping her
between
them like an insect stuck to a mounting board.
She grunted into the thick stale air of the cellar room, gyrating
her
nakedly upturned buttocks faster and faster as she tried to keep up
with the
monstrous poles of flesh drubbing into her like tireless fucking
machines. She
felt long fleshy objects dropped into her clenching hands on either
side of the
mattress, and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She
knew they
were cocks and began a hard vicious stroking in time to the communal
rhythm, as
she felt the shafts of male hardness pummeling into her throbbing body
openings.
Sybil Anderson slid forward desperately, dislodging Jack
Armstrong's
still driving penis in her cunt, and turning back to the man, she
hissed: "I've
got to have it the way she is! Quick! Put it in my ass!"
Jack placed his cock against her pulsing anal opened and thrust
forward
with all his strength. "Aggggggg!" Sybil groaned, fighting to keep the
sudden
tears of pain from flowing from her eyes. She hadn't known it would
hurt as
much as this! But she didn't have time to further object as the man
behind her
plunged forward greedily and fucked her in the rectum herd and fast,
until
gradually the pain eased away, and it didn't hurt Amos Anderson's wife
any
longer. And just as they heard the first howling signs that the
foursome on
the bed were cumming, Jack ejaculated deeply up inside her anal
channel,
pumping his hot white sperm far up into her belly. Sybil's own
fantastic
orgasm spiraled up until she thought she would go completely out of her
mind,
and then the two of them collapsed in a spent and satiated heap beside
the
flood-lit carpet leading to the great round bed. As they rolled apart,
Sybil
caught the full depraving sight of all three males and the naked
bucking wife
between them reach their final crest of climax...
"Mannnnnn, I'm there!" Billy squeaked in his immature voice. He
locked
his hands around the back of Mrs. Cartwright's bobbing head and drew
her soft
warm mouth deep down upon his rigid young cock. Lying between his
slender
loins, all that Arnold Dinsdale could see of the boyish prick was a
small bit
at the base which protruded wet and gleaming from the blonde woman's
wildly
sucking lips. He watched in delighted awe as her throat contracted and
filled
as she swallowed deliriously all of the young fresh sperm pulsating
into her
mouth. God, Dinsdale thought, a grown man could not have more cum than
was in
the balls of that boy, and then he, too, felt himself explode...
He clenched his eyes shut as his wildly jerking cock gushed
inside her
tightly clenching cunt, feeling his testicles erupt with thick white
semen. His
hot seed spurted like water through a firehose far up into Melanie's
hungrily
milking vagina. She whimpered as she felt it splash the eager walls of
her
cunt, and tried to jerk herself downward to suck more of it from the
head of
his spewing shaft.
Balshazar's eyes rolled around in his head and his great balls
began to
surge his own streaming semen deep into her constricting belly.
Melanie ground
her buttocks back upwards tightly against his pelvis to staunch the
flow for a
moment until she reached her peak, but her very eagerness only incited
him
more. The nibbling clasp of her anal muscles squeezed his mammoth
penis clean,
the last drop of his molten load spasming out deep up inside her
rectum.
Melanie's hips jerked as she felt the tidal waves of cum inside
her, and
her own orgasm hit her like a fist in the stomach. Searing joy coursed
through
her fantastically aroused body with the power of a thousand lightning
bolts,
curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a
bonfire. Her
hands were flooded too with the hot sticky liquid of spitting cocks,
and great
pools of cum clung in rivulets to her naked white skin as she saw other
cocks
spurting at her naked body from all sides. She wallowed lewdly in it,
punishing
and debasing herself in maniacal excitement, the odor rushing through
her
nostrils as her own climactic fluids gushed hotly from between her legs
and
trickled down around Arnold Dinsdale's deflating cock to the bed below.
The three spent males fell useless and drained from her still
squirming
form, and then she was rolled over on her back, other naked bodies
taking their
places, spurred on by her screaming supplications for further
humiliation. Her
hair was matted thickly with the pungent creamy semen, and her young
body was
covered with its whiteness from head to foot. She squirmed wetly on
her back
in it as she was buffeted up and down on the mattress by one rampaging
man
after another. It seemed she would never get enough...
Amos Anderson grinned lewdly to himself. What a film! He
couldn't stop
the camera now, not while that blonde haired bitch was screaming to get
fucked
to death. This would be a color epic to end all pornographic films!
Jesus,
what could he call it? What could be a title strong enough to match the
action?
He thought for a moment, his eyes still lustily glued to the non-stop
fucking
on the bed. At last it came to him. He'd call this film GANG-BANG
UNLIMITED.
Yeah, that was perfect! GANG-BANG UNLIMITED!
"Oh God," Melanie groaned as they battered her back and forth
like a rag
doll between them, using her helpless body as a great pool into which
to pump
their burning sperm. How many men could she take? As many as could
climb on
her, she supposed. She was no longer human but a great mass of
sensitive
flesh, unable to think but only to feel. Time became meaningless to
her, a
merging of a countless number of strange and different long hard cocks,
fucking
her as they would and where they could. Melanie was beyond caring,
though her
body reacted with orgasm after orgasm until her strength was gone, and
she
could only follow mechanically.
"Get those legs up!" she'd hear Anderson yelling hoarsely at her
from
miles away. "Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a flesh robot at his command, and weakly
moved
her limbs to comply with his shouts as best she could. Many long hours
later
she lay spread-eagled on the wet and soiled mattress that would be
forever her
bed of shame. The Anderson voice was still speaking in the distance as
she
faded to deep peaceful unconsciousness.
"Take a turn on her, somebody. She's not dead yet. I need some
film
with some imagination! See what all of you can do!"
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