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http://www.incesttabooo.com/helpwife06.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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