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Young Wife, Early Grave
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
If you marry a teenager, better make sure you can keep
up. Some fantasies may come back to haunt you! (MMf,
reluc, mast, orgy)
***
OK, so that's YOUR sexy young wife or girlfriend
spread-eagled across the bed, her breasts exposed and
trembling, fearful trepidation in evidence as the men
force her panties into rapid-descent mode. You can
barely breathe as her nakedness is revealed to their
perverted gaze. Hands begin to grope her, fingers
inveigling their obscene way between her legs and into
that tight little slit that just hours earlier had
belonged to you alone. She looks up at you, pleading,
apologizing...lost! The first man thrusts so hard into
her, that her legs are forced even further apart. She
maintains eye-contact, letting you share her pain, her
defilement - her total submission.
As the rape progresses, you discover that things are
not always as they seem. The hatred you had fashioned
for these men begins to diffuse and is replaced by what
might be termed, embryonic arousal. You
metatmorphisize, passing through various stages -
protector to observer, voyeur to wannabe accomplice.
The man completes the formalities, spurting all that he
has, deep inside her. The girl's mouth is open – half
in shock, half in wonderment. You look on grief-
stricken, yet cruelly, in expectation of a repeat
performance. That is no problem... rapist number two is
already between her legs, filling the void left by his
compatriot just moments earlier. Hands beneath her
thighs, he spreads her wider, increasing his window of
opportunity, beginning now to penetrate her with almost
brutal callousness. One might be forgiven for thinking
he is drilling for oil.
Another man inclines his head and begins kissing the
girl, even as he commences fondling her breasts with an
indecency borne of opportunity one imagines. Aggressor
number one, having just completed his tour of duty,
finds the visuals bed-top, much to his liking and
grasping his re-erected phallus, massages its length,
not twelve inches from the girl's face...
I think you get the picture!
***
Described above is your standard, garden-variety male
fantasy. Helpless wife, sister, girlfriend, etc –
facing the worst-case sexual scenario a young female
might find herself at the mercy of. What would such
actually feel like from the partner's viewpoint
however, should such be encountered? If you're
interested, I'll tell you!
Melanie was just eighteen when I married her – barely
ten months ago now. Blessed with opportunity throughout
my life, I headed up a small stock-broking firm
downtown that made more money per partner, than a 747
Flight Captain. We lived in the city's eastern suburbs
in an area where housing was not something you saved-up
for. You either inherited property or phoned–in your
bid mid-auction. We had taken the latter route.
Far older than Melanie of course, I suppose we were
totally unsuited. She made good use however of my
Chase-Manhattan PIN number whilst I flaunted my newly
acquired schoolgirl-bride amongst the neighbors. There
was a lot to flaunt!
Quite small for her age, Melanie looked even younger
than her eighteen years. Not only petite, she was
possessed also of a rather attractive shyness. I
particularly enjoyed taking her to the local cafes
where it was commonplace to be asked, "and for your
DAUGHTER sir?"
A very pretty brunette with a penchant for tight, short
skirts and tops that revealed more than they concealed,
we were never short of a dinner invitation let's say.
My business partner Rick it must be admitted, had oft
questioned me hopefully, as to whether or not Melanie
might be persuaded to extend her favors beyond her
"immediate family" as it were. I would be lying if I
told you the concept was not without a certain vague
appeal, although I was careful you might understand, to
avoid airing such thoughts aloud.
Last Friday night, Rick invited us to dinner at his
home.
"Three other guys from the office joining us too," he
told me. I had taken this to mean, Cameron, Stu, Tony
and their respective wives.
As it turned out, this was right on the money. Only
problem was, the men were unaccompanied, meaning that
poor Melanie found herself instantly outnumbered – five
men to one female. I have to say she did look a tad
anxious there for a while.
Finding herself the center of attention however, more
than made up for the otherwise sexual imbalance. After
an hour or so I was wondering WHY I even bothered
going, since pretty much the entire group conversation
was directed towards my young wife. A few times I
caught Rick glancing my way, casting what might be
described as a "knowing smile." If he was trying to
tell me "Hey, your wife's popular," then it was really
a case of "Tell me something I DON'T know!"
Plied additionally with alcohol – primarily champagne,
Melanie seemed unconcerned by their attentiveness and
escalating inebriation. I was remarkably underwhelmed
myself when I think back upon the evening.
It was at the point the giggling factor had increased
noticeably (shortly after we had all retired to the
lounge-room) that the mood changed subtly. HOW exactly,
she and I became separated I can't recall, but I
remember sitting back in Rick's recliner, quaffing the
remnants of my bourbon pre-mix, and watching Stu and
Cameron either side of Melanie – one re-filling her
glass with monotonous regularity, the other chatting
about some work-place inanity that evidently had her in
fits of laughter.
I was about to close my eyes, overtaken by a totally
relaxing stupor, when Melanie upgraded her decibel
output with a shrill, "Noo Cameron!"
This might have had something to do with the fact his
hand was currently residing on her left thigh or to be
more accurate, well up under the hem of her skirt.
Either way, Melanie was busily removing it and glancing
across at me in the interim. Momentarily I felt like
Captain Bligh losing control of the Bounty.
"C'mon guys," I called out, desperately trying to
assert my marital authority. "Show a little respect
here,"...God, I needed some more Wild Turkey. Rick
interpreted my desperation, handing me another bottle.
Just across from me and looking somewhat chastened,
Cameron refilled Melanie's glass.
"Sheesh, anyone would think they're trying to get her
drunk," I muttered to myself.
How much time had elapsed I don't recall. I DO remember
a gasp of sorts and opening my eyes I was bemused to
say the least, at Stu's attempts to kiss Melanie. I say
"attempts," but in reality, I would have to say he was
doing pretty damn well.
She must have thought so too because there she was,
propped up against Cameron, his arm around her waist,
fully receptive to Stu's lips. If I didn't know better,
I'd swear she was returning the favor.
"Jeeeze," I started, trying to get up from my chair. An
arm restrained me.
"Let her go Sean," Rick whispered. "Mel's fine, they're
just having a bit of fun with her is all."
"A BIT of fun?" I queried, "Looks like a whole heap of
fun if you ask me Rick."
"Yeah well, it's not THAT hard to watch if you're
honest with yourself is it?" he replied. Damn it all,
he should have been a psychotherapist!
Melanie's gasps had turned more into sighs. Even
through my alcoholic disadvantage, I could see why.
Undaunted by his former chastisement, Cameron's arms
had risen above my wife's waistline, both hands now
cupping a breast each. Initially wriggling free of his
clutches, this was obviously no long-term deterrent, as
he began openly groping her through her top. I watched
as she raised her own hands in what might have been
intended as some token resistance but which achieved no
more than total complicity at the point she cupped his
hands, encouraging his greater exploration of the
general area.
Tony had set up base-camp I noticed, on the carpet near
Melanie's feet. The playing field was ominous – the
game obvious!
Had I been more in control of my faculties, I would
have moved for an acquittal of the current hostilities
but sad to relate, the sight of my teenage wife being
pawed and molested in my direct line of vision was
something of a turn-on.
Things took a turn for the erotic when Tony reached
forward and slipped both her shoes off. There is
something inherently sexy about a girl in bare-feet –
especially with one man kissing her and the other with
his hands up her skirt as Stu's now were.
Happy to accept Rick's endless refills of Wild Turkey,
I poured the soothing liquor down my throat. It was
drying up rapidly…in direct proportion to the
increasingly exposed aspect of my wife's girly-pink
panties that Cameron's fingers were doing their best to
approach in stealth mode. Tony meanwhile was feeling
his way along her feet, ankles and lower calf, which
itself generated considerable voyeuristic pleasure.
He hadn't even made it to her knees when Cameron's
fingers impacted on Melanie's panties in as naughty a
place as might be imagined. Breaking off from kissing
Stu, she closed up her legs in probable shocked
realization of her predicament, admonishing her
molester with a curt "Noo, not my panties, that's
gross!" Exactly what she must have thought of the lead-
up process, one can only speculate.
Yeah, well as any clued-up young cock-tease should
reasonably expect, having let three men kiss and fondle
you unhindered, none are likely to be seriously
deterred from their course of action by some token
'attitude.' So it was on this occasion.
Literally scooping her up (she weighs barely 120 lbs)
Stu had her over his shoulder before she could even
scream. How hot that sexy little bottom looked right
that moment is open to discussion. Tony was obviously
entranced by the sight as he gave her one hard spank to
be going on with. She yelped not surprisingly before
calling out in semi-desperation, "Sean, help me...
please. I want to go home now."
I didn't!
The scream was inevitable, as was the hand across her
mouth as they un-shouldered her, then propelling her -
half carried, half dragged - to the far staircase.
Glancing back at me in panicked abandonment, the last I
saw, was Cameron's hand sliding suggestively across her
backside while Stu and Tony pulled her, still
resisting, up the staircase. Rick followed in their
wake.
For a few moments I remained seated where I was,
enjoying to the full the remaining two inches or so of
the mind-dulling liquor. Hearing no further screams, I
figured things couldn't be that bad!
I suppose it depends in the upshot, on one's
interpretation of "bad!"
Melanie was in trouble. Minus her skirt and top already
– both consigned to the chair the far side of Rick's
bed – she was attempting to deflect both Rick and
Cameron's attempts to unhook her bra. Problem is that
in doing so, her struggles merely served to accentuate
her cleavage and provocatively unclad state.
"Don't" she cried out, "C'mon guys, I'm only eighteen."
Like THAT was going to stabilize the ship.
Then she saw me in the doorway. "Stop them Sean," she
begged, "Please don't let them undress me."
Given the status quo right that second, it seemed to me
a bit late to complain, but out of dutifully wedded
obligation I half-slurred an, "Okies, ya had yer fun
guys, let her be why doncha?"
For at least thirty seconds my powerful oratory held
them in check, Rick stepping forward then to usher me
into the nearest chair. From somewhere he produced yet
another Wild Turkey. Grateful for the lifeline, I
raised the bottle to my lips.
Melanie looked like she was winding up for another
scream but was unceremoniously shoved back on the
coverlet, whereupon Cameron this time began to kiss her
in earnest. Whatever resistance he was attempting to
quell must have been minimal because not twenty seconds
later, I saw Melanie's arm drape itself around his
neck, pulling him closer. With a flourish Houdini would
have been proud of, Rick and Stu extricated my wife's
tiny bra which joined its late compatriots on the far
chair.
With zilch left but her those wonderfully sexy pink
knickers with dark-brown edging, providing what modesty
was still on site, Melanie offered no further
resistance. Her slim body at the mercy of all four
aggressors, she allowed them free license to indulge
their wildest fantasies. I sat there numbed out I think
by what they were doing to her. Stu and Tony were
taking their pleasures each suckling her as she lay
there, hands above her head, eyes closed, returning
Cameron's kisses with like passion. Rick had his hands
down the front of her panties quite obviously fingering
her, a task made easier by the fact she had spread her
legs, such that I could see a few dark curls peeking
from beneath the leg elastic.
Whatever negative effect the alcohol was having on me,
arousal wasn't one of the affected items. Watching her
being felt-up professionally was invoking my
procreative urges. Locating my zipper with some
difficulty…after all things were a little hazy by this
time – I extracted my remarkably swollen erection and
commenced upon a program to make it feel better.
Rick obviously had been suffering along similar lines.
With the aid presumably of the other three good 'ol
boys, my wife now found herself kneeling on all fours,
her bottom just inches from Rick's face. Steadying
himself with one hand across her panties, he had a hold
of his erection with the other as if deciding his next
move. For her part, Melanie had her head turned towards
him, her nipples jutting out proudly as she awaited her
fate. The view of her totally exposed breasts and
cleavage from where Stu and Tony were crouching, just
doesn't bear mention.
Taking into account additionally her dark pigtails,
flawless complexion and slim hips, she looked for all
the world like a very young adolescent, deciding that
this was a better option than three hours of homework.
I figured the four men were of the same opinion.
It was Cameron who finally broke the spell, taking a
hold of the girl's panties and peeling them slowly down
her bottom as she knelt there. Instead of the expected
vocalized resistance, Melanie simply glanced back at
Rick as her nudity was maximized, giving but a single
wriggle of her rear-end to indicate fully submissive
acceptance of her immediate fate.
Less sure of my overall perception of the unfolding
drama now, I nevertheless watched fascinated as Rick
moved right behind Melanie and with seemingly the least
fuss, manouvered his erection such that he was able to
enter her. Melanie let out a soft cry of surprise and
was forced to steady herself with her arms as he began
to penetrate her harder. Her breasts swayed with each
thrust and I could see that she had closed her eyes as
he began to set up a rhythm, both hands holding her
bottom tightly as he fucked her with committed vigor.
I had barely noticed my own progress and was in fact
jolted back to the real-time at the point a stream of
sticky wet semen erupted over my hands. Still my eyes
were glued to the tableau center spread.
Thrusting up into her such that her legs were almost
buckling, Rick spurted what appeared to be one copious
amount of sticky stuff well up inside my wife's vaginal
cavity, just moments up-front of Stu ejecting a white
stream across Melanie's lower back. I DID see her
register a degree of surprise so far as this secondary
delivery was concerned, although it seemed to me she
was something less than affronted by his actions.
I was still sifting through my emotions so far as that
which I had just witnessed when Cameron replaced Rick
in the driver's seat and giving Melanie little or no
time to recover, he engineered his own docking
procedure. This time Melanie gave a cry of total
surprise, gasping with genuine shock as he pushed hard
into her. Right then however both Tony and Stu began
fondling her breasts and kissing her which seemed to
anaesthetize the rearward assault. She appeared in fact
to be completely taken-up with the sensations on offer,
wriggling with pleasure and moaning intermittently at
her assailants' creativity.
Cameron, being evidently of the Z-Grade porn movie
school, rounded off his exploratory with a rousing
"Jesus Christ Melanie, you're soo fucking hot," even as
he pumped in his quotient of nuclear material. She must
have been awash with cum... much of it we could
actually SEE, as Cameron withdrew, dripping down the
inside of her thigh. You could say it looked somewhat
sexy!
"Your turn Sean," Stu grinned. "Show us how you fuck
your eighteen-year old wife."
I would have punched him out, except for the fact that
Melanie, having laid down on her back, spread her legs
wide in the manner of a practiced whore, and was
holding her arms out to me.
"Fuck me Sean," she whispered, "In front of all of
them!"
(c) Peter_Pan
Like I would leave you all in the lurch, there WILL be
a Part 2!
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