3                          The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 10


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Ann heard Carlos adjusting the mirror after he had turned off the lights. She
heard the click of a switch, and received the shock of her life. Where she had
seen her own image, another room suddenly appeared.

"A two-way mirror," Carlos explained in a low whisper. "We can see everything,
but they not see us."

A large double bed, just like the one behind them, was up against the wall,
right next to the mirror. Ann's heart skipped a beat, as Julia was lying spread
-eagled in the center of the bed, completely naked, not five feet away. Ann
felt that she could reach out and touch her. Julia's head was rolling back and
forth on the mattress, her face contorted in a ecstasy.

Pete was kneeling between her naked, wide-spread legs, running his lips and
tongue moistly up and down her body. He had sucked her heaving breasts into
quivering hardness. and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of
her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Julia writhed beneath his flicking
caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands were tangled tightly in his hair,
pulling his lips greedily to her tingling slit.

Ann leaned forwards, gripping the corners of the dressing table, until her
hands ached. She couldn't move. It was different with someone you didn't know,
like the people in those pictures, but this was Julia! Ann tried to blot out
the shocking scene in front of her, but couldn't. She had to look, the obscene
spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled, to watch a man toying with
the naked, squirming body of a woman, who was your best friend, was depraved
and lewd. She knew that she should turn away.

Carlos, standing behind her, pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips, and she
drew deeply, without hesitation. She was beyond noticing it was more of the
conscience killing hashish. The sweet, acrid smoke curled into her lungs like
a soothing syrup, sweeping away the revulsion that she had felt just a moment
before. Her head lightened, and she pulled at it heavily, closing her eyes
tightly as each drag burned heatedly into her lungs. Then, after several deep,
deep inhalations, she found herself wickedly enjoying the scene before her,
watching with studied detachment the pagan ritual that was as old as man
himself.

Julia was beautiful, she thought, as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the
enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. Pete had worked
her up to a fevered pitch, and her mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture,
her glassy, lust-filled eyes stared up into nothingness. Pete placed himself
in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly. His face hanging within
inches of the soft pubic mound below. His hands were pressed down on the
smooth flat plane of her stomach, and his thumbs lay pressed into the fleshy
outer flanges of her cunt lips. Ann sucked in her stomach with a gasp, as his
thumbs massaged for a moment, and then pulled outward slowly, parting the soft
pubic hair, and exposing the moist red slit of Julia's pussy. The dainty bud
of her clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the
stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.

Pete's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the
quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Julia's body jerked
as the electric contact was made, and her legs clamped tightly together around
his head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like  grip. Her
hips began a slow up and down movement, in rhythm to the probings of his
slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched
teeth. She was caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, and her upper
torso writhed like a belly dancer's, back-down on the mattress.

Ann's mouth gaped in disbeliefm as she watched Julia twisting lustfully to the
depraved sucking of her loins. She drew deeper on the hashish, feeling her mind
opening like a budding jungle flower. She wasn't certain now whether the two
writhing bodies on the bed were real, or a figment of her imagination. It felt
as though they were dancing in her head. Time and distance had suddenly become
indefinable, nothing existed in the world but the scene before her. Somehow
she was mystically connected to them.

Her own torso began an involuntary swaying, in time to that of Julia's, as her
body squirmed in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering lickings of the lips
and mouth glued to her crotch. Carlos had moved behind Ann now, and she could
feel the length of his body pressed into her back. His arms extended around her
and he was massaging and cupping her breasts in a teasing circular motion that
caused her to squirm her buttocks back hard against his loins. She could feel
a stiffness growing inside of his pants, and when he pressed forwards, she
could feel the full thickness of it pressing through her dress, into the
crevice of her buttocks. The thin folds of bunched material grated against her
tiny, sensitive anus, sending small warning spasms of pleasure rippling up from
her belly, to the rising nipples of her breasts.

The last shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness, as she
felt a hand release her breast, and gently lower the zipper that ran down the
back of her dress, to her upper buttocks.

Carlos' hands slipped into the opening from behind, curling around her bare
midriff, and rising to push the tight restricting bra up and away from her
swollen, ripe breasts. His hands cupped the resilient mounds greedily, as they
came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipples between thumb and
forefinger, squeezing them until a tiny, excruciating sensation brought a gasp
of surprised pleasure from her open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis,
sinking his covered hardness deeper into the split of her involuntarily
contracting buttocks.

Ann watched in wide-eyed wonder, as her own buttocks now pushed back against
Carlos, as Pete's lips began crawled up Julia's squirming body. They worked
their way up slowly, pausing now and then at the soft sensitive spots for a
quick flick of the tongue, that would bring further groans of delight and
frustration from Julia s tightly clenched teeth. It was then that she could
see clearly his thick fat cock protruding from his crotch. It looked as hard
as the thick stump of a tree, stanching from the thick, curly, red pubic hair
covering his slightly rounded belly. It was enormously thick, and Ann shuddered
as she saw it pause momentarily over Julia's still wide-spread cunt. Ann
thought that Pete was going to ram it into her then, but he didn't. He slid
slowly all the way up her slippery, sweat-soaked body, and straddled her
breasts. Ann could see the tight bulges squeeze out under the cheeks of Pete's
fat buttocks, as he sank down on them, pushing them down onto her chest.

Pete's thick, fat cock stood straight out from his belly, with the rubbery,
scarlet head but a few inches above Julia's gasping mouth. Pete reached one
hand back behind him, and with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his middle
finger deep between Julia's wide open legs, skewering it into the pink moist
flanges of her cunt, all of the way up to his flat palm. She jerked as he
rotated it around inside of her, teasing her wet sensitive walls, until she
panted and gasped, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering
that her body was undergoing.

Ann could see her try to squirm away from the teasing torture, but Pete's knees
were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly to the mattress. She was
completely at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips, as he reached
down with his free hand and rubbed the underside of the head of his thick cock
in a slow teasing circle around Julia's open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily
out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin
string of the lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She
strained forward, the cords in her neck stood out, as she tried to suck the
teasing instrument into her mouth. But Pete laughed above her, and kept it
just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the
underside on the semen soaked ridge beneath. Julia grunted and strained until
Ann could feel herself struggling with her.

Ann's breath came in time with Julia's gasps beneath the teasing cock. The
muscles in her own body were as taut as strings now, as she reacted
involuntarily to the maddening fondling of Carlos' hand on her own body. She
jerked as one of his hands left her breasts to trail a slow, teasing path down
her soft, unresisting belly, and insert itself into the elastic band of her
panties, then teased thrillingly at the pubic hair raising from the 'V' of her
crotch. It played for a moment, and then suddenly curled down into the moist,
ready slit between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her
clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life.

Ann jerked forward slightly, as the hand curled further under her crotch,
parting the soft lips of her pussy to teasingly snake its way inside the tight
elastic opening of her cunt, sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing
through her. The rigid hugeness of his cock was now pressed deep in the sweat
moistened crevice of her ass, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. She
ground back against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the thrusting
finger teasing deep in her cunt.

Carlos began a gentle rocking motion, to which her own body responded in time
to the jerking hand of Pete fucking into Julia's rotating pussy in front of
them.

Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling from Julia's throat on the other side of
the mirror. Pete, with a sadistic grin on his face widening, had taken her
brutally by the hair, pulled her head up off the mattress, and at the same time
thrust forward, to ram the thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping
mouth. Ann held her breath. She was certain that Julia was going to choke from
the sheer size of the organ buried between her puckered lips. But she didn't.
She sucked at it hungrily, as though she had waited through all of eternity
for this magic moment.

Pete raised to his knees, and with one hand holding Julia's head up by her
hair, and the other sunk deep into her wide-split crotch, he began buffeting
her body cruelly up and down on the mattress, between his legs. Ann watched
with horrified fascination, as Julia's elastic lips sucked with all their might
on the instrument fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowing on the out-
stroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a
wild, ecstatic film of animal lust, that Ann had never dreamed existed. Its
very rawness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously
as she felt the juice of her own pussy increase its flow between her legs,
drenching Carlos' thrusting palm with its sticky moisture.

Carlos had seen the thick cock slither into Julia's mouth, and Ann could feel
his cock jerking under his pants, against her, in uncontrolled excitement. It
was inciting him as it was her, and she gasped as he leaned forward slightly
pressing his moist lips against her ear and whispered, "Bend down, I going to
fuck you from behind."

"Oh God, no! I can't! I told you I can't!" she panted between clenched teeth,
unable to stop the rocking of her body against his hand.

"I fuck you good, and we see at the same time," he whispered again. The lewd
words excited her strangely through the drugged hashish haze, and she groaned
in surrender, as he pushed her upper body forward, over the dressing table. Her
muscles were like rubber, and she almost fell, coming to rest on her elbows,
her face resting inches from the mirror.

Her buttocks waived in the air behind her, and she shuddered as she felt his
hands lift her dress above her hips, bunching it up around her wasp-like waist,
and then drew her thin white nylon panties down over the rounded white cheeks
of her ass, leaving them to hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her
backside, and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole rear end was exposed to
him, waving back in lewd invitation to any humiliation that he might want to
inflict on it. A last thought of Dave flickered through her conscience, as she
heard the metallic sound of a zipper behind her, as Carlos opened his fly and
his long thick cock burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further
thought.

He dropped to his knees behind her straining buttocks, and licked moistly down
the entire length of her sweating crevice, stopping abruptly to flick the tip
of his tongue into the tight puckered ring of her anus.

"Oh God," she groaned, as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole crotch,
teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against
it, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around to feel
deliciously its complete rape of her helpless exposed loins. There was nothing
in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before, it was different,
it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being, and there was nothing else
in the world now but the lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild
thoughts of the dog downstairs ran through her mind, and of his great
slobbering tongue, slithering over the naked genitals of the squirming girl.
She knew what it was now, and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy, until
she thought suddenly her entire body was going to explode in a thousand
fragments.

Carlos stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up the moist crevice
again, over her back, and to the base of her spine, following the tiny bony
ridges up her back, until this progress was halted by the flimsy bunched dress
around her narrow waist.

He stood, and Ann suddenly quivered in fear as she felt the hugeness of the
tight-swollen head of his prick press into the split between her wide-spread
buttocks. 'Oh God, he's too big!' the thought raced through her suddenly
fear-filled mind. 'He'll split me open!'

Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery
tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but it followed. Her forehead
pressed tightly against the mirror. There was no where else to go! Her cringing
body was trapped between the glass and the searching monster behind her.

'He's going to impale me! Oh Christ, he's going to split me wide open!

She felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly,
his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.

"Reach behind, put it in," he panted.

"Oh, no, no, I can't," Ann whimpered. "I just can't, it'll hurt."

"Put it in, I say!" he commanded again, digging his fingers tighter into her
flesh.

"Ohhhh," Ann groaned, as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed into
painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In desperation, she reached back
between her legs, and closed her hand over his cock. It was enormous! Even far
bigger than she had imagined! She could never take it all!

He squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from her tortured
lips. She tearfully placed the blunt, throbbing head against the tight,
elastic opening of her pussy, biting down hard on her lower lip to hold back
the tears of fright that were beginning to brim her eyes. She felt it begin a
slow prodding, and working against her open lips, parting them further and 
forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealously
guarded the entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching
feeling in her loins, as though the tender lips of her cunt were being pulled
asunder. Then, she suddenly felt her thighs swept apart, and Carlos's long
thick cock slithered into her hot throbbing passage. It felt like the trunk of
a tree was being forced inside of her. The heavy weight of his loins crashed
hard against her buttocks, pushing her face brutally against the mirror.

"Aaagggh!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her vaginal passage was on
fire. The great prick penetrating it felt like a great drill, tunneling deep
into her belly. She struggled and swung her buttocks in vain to escape the
cruel impalement, but it was no use. Carlos had skewered into her up to the
hilt. She was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of his rock-hard cock like
a mounted insect. Her lips opened and closed from the sensation and torment.
Her cunt walls were afire from the unaccustomed size of the instrument impaled
in her belly. It felt as though he had penetrated all the way into her breasts.
She moaned against the mirror, small circles of fog arose from the heat of her
breath.

Through the daze of her pain, she saw Julia's soft lips on the other side of
the mirror, clasping hungrily around the growing white dick sawing into her
mouth. The thin, elastic rim of her lips clung to it, as though held there by
some unseen fingers. Pete grinned lewdly above her, as he fucked her mouth, and
watched Julia's lust-contorted face suck and lick at it like a child devouring
a sucker. She had freed both hands now, and had placed them behind Pete's
swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them demoniacally to
her. Ann could see fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth, and running
in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Julia was reveling in the cruel
humiliation that Pete was subjecting her to, a masochistic light shone
strangely in her glazed eyes.

Behind Ann, gasping and panting with delight, Carlos began to rock rhythmically
and gently in and out of the soft confines of her pussy. Gradually the pain
eased, and she too, began to feel a strange masochistic pleasure ripple through
her. Watching Julia succumbing to the depraved sucking of Pete's thick prick,
coupled with the ravishment of her own cunt by a strange man, was sending
unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure coursing through her entire being. She
began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously in circles, in rhythm to the long
thick cock fucking into her from behind.

"Oh God," she breathed suddenly back at him, "I like it, I like it, go on, go
on."

Standing over her bent body, Carlos gritted his teeth, as he fucked in and out
with long, hard lunges, that seemed to receive their momentum from the very
tips of his toes. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him, as he held
her hips down in total subjection to the rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly
into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside of her giving way
before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like cock.

His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs with
sadistic strength, hurting her, and squeezing groans from her tortured throat
as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.

He stretched the quivering moons of her buttocks wide apart with his fingers,
watching in the dim light coming through the mirror, the pink folds of wet
glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampant instrument. He levered
forward suddenly, on the tips of his toes, sinking the plunging shaft the last
remaining inch into her. He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread
before the sensitive, engorged head of his prick, bringing a soft, explosive
sound from her lips, as though the wind had been knocked out of her. He sensed
she had never been fucked this deep before, and he routed the head around deep
inside, enlarging the virginal end of her channel, and feeling its squeezing
clasp, gripping his rigidity like warm elastic. The soft enveloping tightness
brought a tingle of delight shooting through his balls. His prick, encased in
the warm clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd pleasure.

Ann's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her thighs
wider, moving her feet apart, stretching with difficulty the flimsy silk
panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her buttocks, forcing Carlos
to alter his position, and follow her grinding buttocks to a shallower level.
She could feel, with obscene delight, the cool metal of his zipper pressed
tight into the cheeks of her buttocks, as he thrust deep inside of her again,
the rough material of the pants pressed harshly against the backs of her
thighs. The bushy, springy pubic hair around the base of his prick brushed
tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass.

She dropped from her elbows to the flatness of the dressing table, so that her
breasts were squashed tightly against it, and began to slowly rotate her upper
torso. The hardness of the surface stung her tiny nipples into a greater
hardness, as she felt the tunneling instrument behind her embed to its full
length inside of her. The distended, spongy head grazed against the flat
hardness of her cervix, probing deep, where no one had been before. Forgotten
was the humiliation of bending over like a slave, while a stranger fucked her
from behind, venting his lust inside of her delighted crotch. Forgotten was the
ruined panties hanging around her knees, a lowered flag of her surrender,
panties that she had bought for Dave's homecoming.

All that mattered, now, was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a
fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to be
subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.

And Julia was right in front of her eyes, sucking at Pete's expanding cock
like a wild woman. To Ann's lust-glazed gaze, the thick, pummeling instrument
seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion of Julia's face, as Pete
drove forward like a pile-driver, with his buttocks hollowing, sinking far into
her mouth, until the course red hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose.
His balls dancing beneath, slapped in unison with his thrusts, hard against her
upraised chin.

Dimly, Ann thought, 'God! he's going to strangle her! He's going to cum in her
mouth until his hot sticky fluid floods into her mouth in torrents. He'll kill
her! He'll kill her!'

And as she watched, horrified, Pete suddenly jerked his cock from Julia's
sucking lips, holding the huge, red gland about two inches away, and with an
expiring groan from his wet, red lips, it began spewing hot, sticky cum
directly into her wide-open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from it
like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim. Julia swallowed
voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid, as her
Adam's-apple bobbed up and down rapidly, trying to keep up with the wildly
ejaculating prick, spewing its lewd sperm into her face. Ann groaned at the
obscene picture of Julia's self-inflicted humiliation, as Pete's cock throbbed
out its last remaining spurts of liquid, and thin strings of the hot sticky
fluid ran down from the tip of his cock to her glistening wet lips, linking
them in an obscene spider web of sexual connection.

As she watched, Julia desperately lift her head off of the bed to take the
deflating prick between her lips. Ann felt Carlos's hands pulling at her hips
from behind. She limply allowed her body to be pulled away from the dressing
table, and the passion-stimulating sight of her friend's ravishment through the
mirror. He had turned her body now, and with his hands on her back, kept her in
a bent forward position, as he forced her to waddle, stiff-legged before him,
toward the bed, faintly visible in the dim light that came through the mirror.
Carlos moved slowly, joggling her still impaled body on the end of his extended
cock. The strength of his fingers gripping her hips and upper thighs kept her
from slipping off of him and losing the lustful coupling of their bodies. He
paused at the edge of the bed.

"Crawl up," he commanded to her from behind. "Despacio, so he not come out."

Ann's resistance was completely crushed now, and she complied obediently,
lifting first one knee, and then the other, to the resilient mattress. Then,
she was kneeling on the bed. Carlos stood behind her with his huge cock still
buried deep in the crevice of her cunt. "Go forward," he whispered again.

She tried to, but lost her balance and fell face down on the bed, dragging him
down with her. His weight crushed her smaller body into the mattress, and his
prick, from the force of the fall, rammed forward, to jab painfully against
the blunt, solid end of her cervix.

Ann gave a sharp cry from the sudden, sharp pain. Her legs flung wide, to
alleviate the pain, her toes digging fruitlessly into the soft mattress. She
clenched her buttocks tightly together, in an attempt to keep his thick
tormenting instrument from penetrating any deeper. She couldn't stand the pain.

"Come up," he hissed from behind, "it's pulling out."

"I-I can't. Oh God, I can't. It's killing me," she whimpered into the mattress.

"We'll turn over, it's slipping out."

She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air
to her tortured loins, suddenly freed from the weight of his body. She moaned
in relief, but it was only momentary. The pain that existed before was replaced
by a different pain, that of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled
her while watching Julia being skewered from behind, returned at the same time,
only in greater force. Her body mindlessly followed the dictates of his hands
as they coursed over her, removing her clothing. The remains of her torn
panties, bought for her husband's homecoming, were pulled hurriedly from her
calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the thin summer dress to be drawn
over her head. And she heard through the haze of the hashish cigarette, its
soft rustle, as it was thrown hurriedly to the floor. Magic hands snatched the
bra away, and she could feel the cool rush of air over her whole body now, as
her large, firm orbs were freed from their nylon-strapped prison. There was
nothing else left, she was totally naked, except for her black high heeled
pumps, her quivering white nudity was completely at Carlos' mercy.

In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being stripped
off of Carlos' body, as she trembled nakedly, half in fear and half out of
impatience, Then there was a slight movement of the bed, and hands searching
over her, pulling her thighs wide apart. The mattress sagged slightly from a
weight crawling between her spread legs. Urgent hands were parting the lips of
her throbbing pussy, and finally, the blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh into
her.

Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably, as she groaned in abandoned
welcome to the deliciously punishing instrument sinking deep into her cunt. Her
face contorted with passion, as cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly clenched
teeth.

"O-Oh God," she gasped, as Carlos' hands slipped under the rounded moons of her
buttocks, raising them, and at the same time, straining his cock forward into
her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently,
and wound her warm and smooth legs around his hips, as he thrust into her. The
smooth, velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid
column, until she could feel every inch of skin on his rigid, pulsing cock.
This was a madness she had never known before, total surrender to the lure of
the flesh. Her drugged mind reveled in her wickedness, and she screwed her
buttocks up tight against his pelvis, until she could feel the tantalizing
tightness of his balls pressed hard into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below
her pussy. The soft, hair covered skin danced teasingly against the sensitive
outer ring of her tiny naked anus, sending shivers of lewd delight surging
through her fluttering nerve endings.

There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no Dave,
nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against
belly, crotch grinding against crotch.

"Ooooh yes, yes, fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard, Give it to meeeh!" she
begged, gasping. She was approaching an orgasm, and her body had become
animalistic, no longer human, as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs
wide apart, and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at her
knees, to spur him on like a wild stallion, with the heels of her shoes digging
into his hard-muscled buttocks.

Ann saw the flash of light, as the lamps in the room flicked on and clenched
her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish and passion, she
was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, but nothing mattered except
the body driving it into her from above.

"God damn," she heard a voice like Pete's breathe, "look at little Miss Frigid
go!"

"I told you to be patient dear, the hashish would get to her," a Julia-like
voice laughed triumphantly. "Think you'll like having a little of that?"

"Man, is she tender! If Carlos don't fuck her to death, I will. Let's call
Ramon and some of the others. We shouldn't leave our host out of something
this good."

"That's fine with me," the Julia-voice answered through Ann's haze, "I want to
see the stuck-up little bitch screwed within an inch of her life. She's been
Miss Bigstuff around the office too long. It'll be good for her to be taken
down a peg or two."

The puzzling voices continued, as the remarks became more lewd by the minute,
but it didn't matter. Her body was white-hot. Her head flailed from side to
side wildly, her mouth open in abandon. The onlookers were forgotten, as she
swung her thighs up and clasped Carlos' hips with the backs of her calves,
winding her tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked
tightly together high on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry pussy up
the full length of his slippery, plunging shaft.

"Jesus Christ, look at that tight little pussy climb!" the Pete voice gasped
hotly, as a bright orange flash filled the room. "Don't split it, Carlos boy,
don't split it. Save some of that for big Daddy here."

Ann's body drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum, and couldn't stop.
Tiny relentless devils danced deeply in her belly, probing the hot, tingling
walls of her oozing cunt with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks.
Sweat was pouring from her body, as she strove wildly for the end, an
infinitesimal second away.

And then it happened! Carlos clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting
a long, low groan that swelled to shout, as he began spewing his hot sperm deep
up into her hot, slippery passage. She could feel it jet into her in great
gushing torrents, deflating his jerking prick with each white hot spurt. She
was still just seconds away.

"Nooo! Noooo! Darling, wait! Wait! Please, wait for me!" she sobbed her
frustration into his mouth. But it was useless. She squeezed her buttocks up
against a softening cock which had lost its mastery over her seething emotions.
Her spiked heels pounded desperately into Carlos' spent body. With an empty
groan, he rolled from between her still gyrating thighs, to lie exhausted
beside her.

Ann was beside herself now, the end had been so near, and yet so far. She
kicked her legs wide out in the air, her own hands manipulating ineffectually
the hair-lined slit between her thighs. She dug into herself greedily, trying
to reach the impossible depths of the vanquished cock that had a moment before
betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment.

The bright orange flashes struck again, as suddenly her ankles were grasped
by heavy hands.

"Come on baby, Big Daddy's gonna show you what a fuckin' is like."

She gasped at the force of the powerful fingers, and looked up through the
narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes.

It was Pete! His flushed, jowled face leered at her from between her wide-held
thighs. There was a cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Ann's
quivering body into stillness. She lay as immobile as a cornered mouse before
a stalking cat, stoically waiting to be devoured by it. He levered her
unresisting legs up off of the bed in an arc far back over her head, pressing
the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.
Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost
unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a
bound maiden in sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up
position, his hands holding her ankles back to the bed, his thick rejuvenated
cock aimed straight at her helpless, up turned slit.

"Ram it to her, Pete." the Julia voice spat venomously. "Jam it up into her to
her tits. I want a good shot of this."

"What'll it be baby, suck or fuck?" he snarled down at her, cruelly.

Ann shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still throbbing pussy,
and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her
confused thoughts. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration
streaming down the edges of her cheeks

"Well, come on Miss Frigid," Pete taunted the squirming girl, held in the
helpless, lewd position. "Big Daddy wants to dip it now."

"Fuck me!" Ann hissed between clenched teeth, the fire licking through her
loins spurred on by her sheer helplessness, and the obscene position in which
he was holding her. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes, she could see a faint
form standing over them by the edge of the bed. It looked like Julia. Others
were there too, but she couldn't make out the faint, blurred images and now it
wasn't important. The fire of unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her
pulsating cunt, and nothing else mattered.

Julia smiled, and snapped the picture with the camera that she was holding,
again and again. A smile of triumph lined her lips.

"Go on! Fuck it! Fuck it, I said," Ann screamed again at Pete's leering form
and wiggled her buttocks at him in lewd unmistakable invitation.

He needed no further invitation. His heavy body dropped down on her twisting
form like a sack of cement, smashing her full, tight breasts tightly back onto
her chest. His thick pole plunged into her hungry waiting cunt like a battering
ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its
cruel searching head.

Ann cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness.
But it was only momentary, the greedy moist walls clasped around the fleshy
cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His
balls smacked into the wet crevice of her buttocks. She groaned in relief at
the filling of her stretched passage as he began a heavy deep thrusting into
her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth opened
in abandoned ecstasy. It didn't take long. She had been so close before, and
with the thick, expanding cock digging into her like a jack-hammer, the cords
on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.

"I, I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" she
pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm cumming, aaaaaah!" Her hands
darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and
deeper into her spread crotch. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still
driving prick, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks, and flooding his balls
as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight puckered anus.

"Give it to her, Pete," the Julia-voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the
distance. "Shoot it into her."

Spurred on by Ann's twisting body below he dug more deeply into her, forcing
her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half,
while fucking into her like a pile-driving machine out of control. Bright
flashes filled the room again and again, as Ann, beneath him, continued to
grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unrestricted spurts down the
full quivering cheeks of her bouncing ass.

Above her, Pete groaned, and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm shooting
deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool Carlos had
throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot,
powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point
with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped
desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Ann's
firm young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely on the
bed, as Pete's grip on her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled, as she
felt the heavy weight lift from her, and the cool rush of air over her sweat
soaked body.

The Julia-voice spoke in the distance as she faded into a deep peaceful
unconsciousness "Take a turn Ramon. She's not dead yet, and I need a few shots
with some imagination. See what you can do."