From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Three Convicts (FMMM, rape, oral, anal)[1/2]
Date: 4 Mar 1996 00:16:43 GMT

			 The Three Convicts
			       Part One

	My husband had left for a "weekend with the guys" before I
made it home from work on Friday. I dress casually for work on Fridays
and this day I was wearing a low cut blouse and mini-skirt. To make
myself more comfortable, I kicked off my high heels and removed my
garter belt and hose. I poured myself a glass of pop and flipped
through my mail. All junk. I went into the kitchen and tackled the
dirty dishes. If I didn't do anything else productive this weekend, at
least the dishes were done.

	Just as I drained and rinsed the sink, I heard the back
doorbell ring. Probably my mother or my mother-in-law. I wasn't
expecting anyone and salespeople don't come to the back door. I went
to the back and opened the door. I couldn't believe who was standing
at the door smiling at me.

	It was Rod.

	Rod's mother was an old friend of the family but the whole
family had always been on the "wrong side of the tracks" and Rod was
worse than most. We had known each other as kids but hadn't seen each
other in years when we bumped into one another while I was in high
school. He had dropped out by that time. He was _very_ intelligent but
hung out with the wrong crowd, made trouble and I assume did drugs. He
was about three years older than I so he probably would've been out of
school anyway. We saw each other for a few days in a friendly way.
(His mother and mine made sure it was no more than that! Besides, I
was a goody-two shoes so he wasn't my type.) I didn't hear from Rod
again until I was out of college. I got a letter from him. I thought
letter writing was an unusual form of communication from someone like
him until I looked at the return address. He was writing from jail.

	He sounded like he really wanted to create a better life for
himself so I corresponded with him frequently for a long time and even
sent him some books. I wrote motivational and educational things that
would help him (mentally) survive while in jail and improve himself
when he got out.

	He wrote back letters of appreciation and fondness. I was
engaged so I downplayed his interest in me and attributed it to the
lack of positive attention in his life. At some point, I lost touch
with Rod. I vaguely heard he was in trouble again but this time not
jail, but prison. I guess my inspiration wasn't so inspiring. That was
the last I knew until now.

	Here he was, standing at my door.

	"Hey, Michelle! How are you? Long time no see, eh? Can I come
in?" Rod asked.

	"Sure," I said, too startled to say anything else. We didn't
hug or touch or anything. We didn't have that kind of friendship. I
think I was always a little scared of him and after our letters I was
always careful not to lead him on or make him think I was interested
when I wasn't.

	"So, what's up? How've you been doing? I haven't heard much
about you in a long time. You're looking good," I said.

	He told me about how he got out of prison a while ago and had
been staying with some friends in the area but they were moving out of
state. He had a buddy up north who found him a job and was going to
let him move in with him. Things were looking up.

	"In fact, that's part of the reason I'm here. I need a place
to stay, just for tonight," Rod said. His friends moved out of their
house that day and his buddy from up north couldn't come and get him
until Saturday. He had no money and there were no hotels in our small
town even if he had money.

	His family no longer lived in the area. He had slept in a park
once and got in trouble for it with the police. With his history, he
didn't want to take any chances on meeting up with the cops. He really
hated to inconvenience my husband and I but didn't know where else to
go.

	I wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know it, but my husband
wouldn't be home all night. I was sure Rod wasn't going to _do_
anything but it still left me somewhat vulnerable and it also meant
having a man (ex-con) stay in my house with me while my husband was
gone. Not a situation many people in my circle would approve of. But,
he was an old family friend and needed help. If I turned him away,
what would happen? Don't my own religious and moral values insist that
I allow him to stay? What do I tell him about my husband Darrell?

	"Of course you can stay," I told him. I teasingly told him
he'd have to be a "good boy" since my husband was away but what's a
friend for but to help a friend out, blah blah blah. I showed him
upstairs to the spare bedroom. I asked if he was hungry and he was but
he said he felt dirty too. I gave him clean towels and showed him the
bathroom. (What I didn't know is that before he showered, he made a
phone call.) While he was showering, I went downstairs and fixed a
quick spaghetti, garlic bread and tossed salad dinner. If my husband
were home, I probably would've served wine but didn't think that was a
very good idea this time.

	We ate dinner and talked about what little "old times" we
shared. We talked about my job and about his new job. We talked about
"doing time". He dropped some hints about his feelings for me, similar
to his old letters, but I changed the subject. I asked about his
family and he asked about mine.

	I cleared the table and suggested we watch TV or something. He
asked if I had playing cards and said he'd like to show me a few
things. He had learned some great card tricks while in prison which he
entertained me with until it was dark outside. Seems like darkness
came early. Perhaps we were going to get a storm. The front doorbell
rang. Again, I wasn't expecting anyone and wasn't sure how I would
explain Rod's visit. I opened the front door and there were two men
standing on the steps. One was a big burly man with brown hair and a
beard. The other was a nervous looking black guy of medium build.

	"May I help you?" I asked. Salesmen or religious group? I was
having trouble deciding. They didn't look like either one. They looked
behind me and saw Rod and fairly pushed their way past me, into the
house.

	"Rod, man - hey, how ya doing?"

	"Good to see you!"

	"Hear you're leaving?"

	They were saying these and other exclamations.

	Rod said, "Hey, guys, let me introduce you to my good friend
Michelle. Michelle, this big guy here is Bruce and this one is Tom.
You don't mind if they hang out with us tonight do you?"

	What could I say? The next thing I knew, we were all sitting
around my dining room table playing poker and drinking beer. I don't
normally drink but they teased me until I gave in and decided to have
"one". I also don't know much about playing poker but they needed a
fourth and I was there.

	No one had any money (except me but I wasn't saying anything)
so I pulled out some poker chips that I had from a game. They were
pretty easy on me and helped me figure out which was worth more - a
flush or a full house and what each of those were. We played for
awhile and things were pretty even.

	I asked if anyone would like another beer. These good-hostess
actions were natural on my part. I didn't want them drunk and it
wasn't my beer but this is what I'm "supposed" to do so I didn't
really think about it.

	Everyone needed beers all around. As I was getting up to get
them, Tom commented that the game was kinda dull since we weren't
playing for money. Rod agreed but reminded him that we didn't have any
money or anything to play for.

	Tom suggested we play for clothes - good old-fashioned strip
poker. I was in the kitchen at this point with Bruce right behind me
(to help with the beer?). I laughed and said, "I don't think so." The
guys in the dining room laughed and teased and tried to cajole me into
saying yes even though they knew it was a futile effort. I opened the
`fridge and bent down to pull beer off the bottom shelf. As I turned
and stood with the beer in my hand, Bruce was facing me very close.
Quietly he said, "C'mon Michelle. I think you should play." He was
standing kind of stiff and my eyes instinctively lowered and came to
rest on a gun. Ripples of fear ran up and down me! "Really, Michelle.
I think you should do whatever we want you to do. I think you should
be a good girl and tell them you want to play."

	He moved the cold metal barrel of the revolver against my bare
thigh and slid it up my skirt.

	I laughed nervously with my eyes locked on Bruce's eyes.
"Okay, guys. You talked me into it. But you guys gotta swear you
won't tell anyone I did this." My knees felt weak and I felt almost
like a cold seat of fear.

	I grabbed another beer, deciding I wanted to drink another to
help me relax.

	Bruce looked at the beer and smiled. He pulled his gun away
and hid it again. I looked at Bruce and hissed, "You can't -" but
before I even got the words out he interrupted, "Oh yes, I can. Don't
worry. If you cooperate, you won't get hurt. In fact, we just want to
play and have fun. Let's go play."

	Between the effects of the first beer (I don't drink much and
I'm sort of small so one beer does effect me) and the fear, I wasn't
able to think straight. Even if I wanted to play, I should've thought
about the practicalities of fairness. I was wearing only my blouse,
bra, mini-skirt and panties. They were each wearing two shoes, two
socks, pants, undershorts, shirts and undershirts. They had 8 articles
of clothing to my four! But, like I said, I didn't think about that.

	Needless to say, the first hand went quick and I lost. I had a
pair of two's but Bruce had a full house. I started to lose my nerve.
I couldn't take off my clothes in front of these guys. Bruce stood up
and pulled me up. He turned me so I my back was to Rod and Tom. He
reached for the first button of my blouse.

	"I can do it," I protested. Bad enough that I had to strip but
I didn't have to have this guy touch me.

	Tom laughed. "You haven't played strip poker very much,
Michelle. Bruce won that round so he gets to remove the article of
clothing of his choice. He won so he's gotta win something, see?"

	I was tipsy and scared. I knew I couldn't physically fight
this guy and he had a gun besides. He promised I wouldn't get hurt if
I cooperated. I stood stiffly while he unbuttoned my blouse. As he
unbuttoned the buttons at breast level, his fingers lightly trailed
along my cleavage but he didn't pause in his duty. His eyes opened
wide when they saw my chest. I'm only a "B" cup so that surprised me
and I looked down. I had worn my jade green and black lace bra. It
_is_ sexy. He slid the blouse off my back and arms and let it drop to
the floor. Grinning at me, he turned me around for everyone to see and
held my chair out for me. I sat down, my face red as a beet.

	Our dining table is high, but not high enough to hide my
lingerie display.

	Tom stopped shuffling and Rod stopped drinking and stared at
me when I first sat down. Maybe they didn't think I'd really strip.
(Maybe they didn't know about Bruce's gun?) Tom quickly dealt another
hand. I groaned. (So much for a poker face.) Another pair of twos!
What was the problem? I exchanged three cards and was treated to
another two. Good. That'll be a little better.

	No luck. Tom had a glittering handful of diamonds. He got up
and walked over to me excitedly. I was a little excited but very
scared and not about to let on my excitement. Before he got to me, Rod
spoke up. (I think he felt sorry for me.)

	"Man, Shelly. You need to relax. We're just playing a game
here. Taking off your clothes never hurt anyone. I mean, it's okay to
look. I've got something to help you relax and have fun," Rod said.

	With that, he pulls out a marijuana joint. I hadn't done pot
since I was an undergrad.

	Bruce cracked up. "You think little Miss Goody-two Shoes does
pot?"

	I had to defend myself. I may be pretty straight but it's not
like I haven't had my moments. I'm not totally square.

	"I've smoked pot before. Although I have to admit, I haven't
done it since I was in college," I said.

	Tom, Bruce and Rod all cracked up. I, of course, didn't get
it.

	"Haven't smoked pot since college, huh? Yeah, me neither," Tom
said.

	"Nope," Bruce joined in. "Not since college. Man, Rod, you did
find a live one here, didn't you? This is great."

	While they were having laughs at my expense, I thought back to
the last time I'd done pot. The last time I could remember was the
only time my fiancee (now husband) and I had ever smoked it together.
We were in his apartment with his roommates and all smoked together.
No sooner were we done then I was pulling Darrel into the bedroom. We
had some incredible sex that night.

	Drinking makes me horny but pot makes me even hornier! In
fact, the time before that when I'd smoked pot was kind of a funny
experience. Somehow I wound up playing cards in some guys room. There
were 4 or 5 guys, one other girl (who was kind of dike-ish) and me. We
started to play a smoking game (kind of like a drinking game but with
pot - that may seem obvious to you but I'd never heard of such a
thing.) Anyhow, whenever you lost a round you had to take a hit off a
pot bong. I was pretending I was very experienced with smoking from a
bong (I had once before). The first time I went to take a hit, I had
to draw very hard to get anything.

	The next time I went to take one, I drew hard again, knowing
that it would be obvious if I didn't take a good hit. I thought I got
plenty but the guy beside me took the bong and said that we can't get
anything out of it. He popped out a little screen and scrubbed it
with something over an ashtray.

	He put the screen back in and passed it to me saying I had to
take another hit since I didn't get much the last time. I was already
flying and not thinking really clear. I drew really hard, as I had
before, but there was no resistance and I filled up with the smoke. My
lungs burned briefly, but then I floated around the room. I fell back
against the sofa, feeling great and _very_ horny. If anyone in that
room had hit on me, the woman included, I probably would've made love
to them in front of everyone. I exaggerate but I think you get the
point. Unfortunately/fortunately, no one seemed interested in me that
night.

	While I was day dreaming, they had lit the joint and were
passing it around. Rod was handing it to me.

	"No, thanks," I said.

	They all cracked up. "Oh, yeah. She's experienced at smoking
pot. You can tell she's a wild one. If you know how to smoke pot,
Michelle, why don't you prove it? What's it gonna hurt? `Fraid one of
those college brain cells will get killed? Take a hit, baby."

	I didn't even see who said it. Rod had one arm resting on the
back of my chair and his other was holding the joint in front of my
lips. I pressed my lips against it and blew very gently.

	"She smokes like Clinton," Tom said. "C'mon, `Shel. Quit
wasting our dope. Ya gotta inhale."

	"It's okay, Michelle," Rod said. "We're just playing around.
We're just having a good time and want to make sure you do too."

	I put the joint to my mouth and inhaled. I held my breath,
holding in the intoxicating smoke for as long as I could. One hit was
more than I needed but it was passed to me a few more times. By the
time we were done smoking, we were all laughing but mellow.

	Rod was about to deal another hand but waited. We had almost
forgot, Tom was supposed to remove an article of my clothes. Tom came
over to me and reached behind me for the hook. He fumbled around as
Bruce started to tease him about his lack of experience. Finally, Tom
looks at my back.

	"There's no fucking hook on this thing!" he says. Everyone
broke up laughing again.

	"It's on the front you idiot! Haven't you looked at her tits?"
Bruce told him.

	Tom was so embarrassed I almost felt sorry for him. He took
the hook in one hand and deftly flipped it open then walked away while
I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall to the floor.
Everyone was laughing so hard that they didn't think about my bare
chest at first. Rod passed out the next hand. I was intent on my cards
so I didn't notice the looks and the nudges the guys were giving to
one another.

	My tits are small but firm and well-rounded. They stand
upright and are perky without a bra. My nipples are small but darkly
contrast with my untanned breast area. My nipples are very responsive
but only to touch - not to erotic thoughts.

	I had two fives and 2 aces. I traded one card. I got an ace! I
swept that hand, no problem. I gleefully went around the table
removing shirts. (This was after dismissing a feeble protest by Bruce
that they should start by removing their shoes.) I wasn't excited
about removing their shirts so much as I was excited about winning a
hand in such a hotly competitive game.

	I started with Rod, since he was to my left. He was wearing a
sweatshirt. He sat in his chair as I lifted his shirt up over his head
and draped it on the back of the chair. He was grinning from ear to
ear. It was then that I realized my breasts were right at eye level
for him. Next was Tom, who was sitting across from me. His shirt was a
button up so it took me a few minutes to remove it. He enjoyed both
the attention and the close-up view.

	Finally, I went to Bruce. The end of the table had some stuff
on it so he was across from Tom and to my right. I was glad he was
wearing a sweatshirt because I didn't want to spend much time that
close to him. He was the gutsiest one of them all and I wasn't sure
what he might try if I stood with my breasts in front of his face for
very long. Once I sat down and looked around, I was glad I had taken
off their shirts. I've always loved men's chests so this gave me
something to look at.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Three Convicts (FMMM, rape, oral, anal)[2/2]
Date: 4 Mar 1996 00:20:01 GMT

			 The Three Convicts
			       Part Two

	We played another hand. I had nothing. I mean _nothing_. I
don't think there was a more mismatched combination of cards in the
deck. Bruce won.

	At least this would be quick. I was wearing a miniskirt with
an elastic waistband. He had me stand up then he knelt down in front
of me (what a show-off) but to my surprise, he reached _under_ my
skirt.

	"What are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away.

	"I won. I get to take off any article of clothing of yours
that I want. I want to remove your panties," he said.

	"You can't do that. It's not fair," I said, pushing him a
little harder.

	Tom and Rod were starting to snicker.

	"Tell it to Hoyle," Rod said. He reached up and grabbed hold
of my panties and tore them off - literally.

	At least I wasn't any more exposed then before that hand...
although I felt like I was. I never go without underwear so having my
panties off, even with my skirt on, made me feel very naked and
vulnerable. Tom dealt another hand (when do I get to deal?) and I
looked at my cards. While I was looking, I felt a hand on my leg. I
jumped and looked around.

	Everyone was looking at their cards and no one seemed to
notice. It was Bruce. I looked at him and he had a very serious
poker-face on as he rubbed his hand up my thigh. My pelvis twitched at
the touch. I gasped. How could my body respond to this jerk?

	Needless to say, I lost that round. Rod had four aces in his
hand. I've never seen that happen before. No one else looked
surprised or amazed.

	"I want you to remove your own skirt, Shelly, but do it real
sexy," Rod said.

	I stood up to obey. Have you ever sat with friends drinking
then stood up to go to the bathroom and it feels like all the booze
hits you at once?

	That's how it was for me. I felt high before I stood up but
once I stood, I was even higher. Nothing made sense and I couldn't
think straight at all.

	All I knew was that there was loud music with a dance beat and
I was supposed to take off my skirt. That doesn't make sense but you
get the picture - nothing made sense.

	I turned my back on the guys and started swaying my hips
slowly and seductively but then faster to the beat of the music. The
song was Janet Jackson's song about being in control. (How ironic!) I
didn't think we even had that CD. I slid my hands down my sides, over
my hips, still swaying. I turned around, still swaying. The music sped
up and so did I.

	My tits bounced up and back in place (not down - they are too
firm). I stretched my hands above my head which made my mid section
elongate and look even skinnier. I reached down and hooked my thumbs
into the waistband of my skirt as if I were going to pull it down but
then I turned my back to them.

	I swayed slowly and seductively once again and pulled the back
of my skirt down just far enough to show pale untanned skin but
released the skirt back to its original position.

	I faced them again and pulled the skirt down in front enough
to let the top of my pubic area show. They made some noises which I
ignored. I turned my back to them and bent way over. I grasped the
bottom hem of the skirt and slowly pulled the skirt. It slid from my
narrow waist to my wider hips, down over my rounded ass to my thighs,
where it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt, did a few
more dancing moves, then stopped (as the music stopped) in a spread
eagle position looking up. I started laughing hard as the next song
came on and looked around. The guys weren't laughing but they all had
the same kind of look on their faces.

	I was trying to think about what they had told me. This was
just a game, right? No one was going to get hurt and looking was okay.
What else did they say? I was glad the game was done because they were
starting to scare me. This whole thing had been way too wild for me. I
reached down for my clothes but they were gone. I looked around. I
didn't see my clothes anywhere.

	I said, "Excuse me," and turned to go upstairs and get
dressed. Bruce followed me.

	"I need to use the bathroom," he said.

	"You don't need to go upstairs," I told him. "There's one by
the living room."

	"Rod's using that one. You can show me the one you've got
upstairs," Bruce said.

	By this time, we were up the stairs. I pointed him to the
bathroom and ran into my bedroom. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Tom.
Immediately, Bruce was in the room. I heard Rod on the stairs. What
was going on? I mean, I'm not stupid or anything but I wasn't thinking
clearly and this was so insane. Rod was an old friend. We were just
playing poker. I started to struggle my way out of Tom's grip but
Bruce picked me up and threw me on my bed. I scrambled to get off of
it but Bruce was quicker than I was.

	"I think you'd better be a good girl, Michelle. I don't want
anyone to get hurt. We're just here for a good time, right? We'll all
have some fun together," Bruce said.

	Bruce and Tom had a good grip on me when Rod walked into the
room. He jumped onto the bed and sat straddling me.

	"I've wanted this for a long time, Shel. I want you bad. I've
always wanted you. I don't want to have to do this but you don't give
me much choice," Rod said.

	As he was speaking, I was struggling to get up but his weight
on me held me firm. Tom had a hold of my arms so I couldn't swing at
anyone. Bruce was tying my feet to the legs of the bed with some soft
but sturdy rope.

	Rod leaned down to kiss me. I wasn't sober but I was scared
enough to react. I turned my face away and pulled on my arms. Bruce
was finished with my legs, though and had started on my arms. He
pulled the rope tight. He and Tom stepped back and inspected their
work. I was naked and drugged, tied with my legs and arms spread on my
own bed. They were quite pleased with themselves. They grabbed chairs
from the den and brought them in and sat down. They didn't want to
interfere for now. They were ready for the show to begin.

	"Michelle, I'm doing this to show just how much I care about
you," Rod said.

	Rod tried to kiss me again and I turned away. He grabbed my
face and held it, mashing his lips against mine. I gave in, letting
his mouth do what he wanted to mine, but not reciprocating. He let his
cold hands trail down my sides creating goose bumps on my stomach,
sides and chest. He flicked his hand across my nipples. The responded
at once, turning into hard raisin-like nubs. He laughed out loud.

	"You don't want me in your life. You've made that clear. You
chose another guy. I just want to make sure you know what you're
missing out on. Before I'm done, you'll know you made the wrong
choice."

	This was insane! This man was raping me and claiming he cared
about me? He thought I'd _want_ him for treating me like this? I
pulled on my arms and legs, moving as much as my restraints would
allow. It seemed no use. They were tied firm.

	Rod licked my nipple and watched it try to stiffen up and
respond more than it already was. He concentrated on my right nipple,
licking and sucking it. I couldn't believe the way my body responded.
I slid as far away as I could (about a foot) but he grabbed on to me
and held me tight. He sucked hard on my nipple, pinching it with his
lips and thrashing it with his tongue.

	I couldn't get away. I felt so helpless. It felt so good. I
didn't want it to... I mean I didn't like what he was doing to me but
I couldn't stop it from feeling good. I closed my eyes, trying to
pretend it wasn't happening. I was breathing hard but quietly. He
sucked even harder and bit gently with his teeth. I moaned softly.
When he released the nipple, it was an angry red and very hard and
long.

	I waited for him to give the same treatment to the other
nipple but he didn't. He got off the bed and turned away from me. I
couldn't decide which was worse - him doing that to me or stopping
with the job only half done.

	My head was a little clearer, probably from fear, so I knew I
had to do something. I had tried to escape and I couldn't do it. I
turned my head and saw Rod walking toward me. He was completely nude
and his large cock jutted out erect and demanding attention.

	"Please don't do this, Rod. Please. If you really care about
me, you wouldn't want to hurt me. This is hurting me. Please stop. I
won't report you guys or anything if you'll just let me go right now,"
I begged.

	"Nah, Shelly. I've gotta teach you a lesson," Rod said.

	"Please, Rod. You've made your point and had your fun, now let
me go. I was trying to help you and this is how you repay me?"

	Rod climbed on the bed and straddled my chest. His fully
engorged prick was an inch in front of my mouth. His weight on me and
the restraints didn't allow me to move my body at all.

	I turned my head as far as I could. "No, don't do this.
Please," I said. Tears began to stream down my face.

	Rod turned and held my head and forced his cock into my mouth.
I looked at him with fear but didn't do anything.

	"Bruce," Rod said. "Ya wanna get this bitch to be good? She
doesn't seem ta wanna suck my cock. She should know all good girls
suck cock."

	Bruce walked over to the bed. "This ain't no joke, Michelle.
You'd better start sucking his dick like it's the best sucker you've
ever had or you're going to be in worse trouble than you can imagine,"
Bruce said. He pulled out his gun and showed it to me.

	Slowly I inhaled against Rod's cock. He sighed. I stopped.

	"Keep going, bitch. Suck him until he comes or tells you to
stop. He's your boss right now, get the picture? You just need to be
a good girl and do what he wants."

	I continued to give Rod a blow job. I sucked him in as hard as
I could then let him slide out of my lips. I pulled him in again, deep
throating him this time. I'm not very confident about my cock-sucking
abilities but decided now was not the time to apologize. I sucked him
more gently and teased my tongue on his shaft. I pulled him in deep
again. I ran my tongue around the ring of the head then teased the
little slit at the top.

	My hips began to move and buck a little. I tried to control
them but I was having a hard time. I like giving a guy a blow job he
enjoys. I started to suck on him, hard and deep, in a very slow
tantalizing way using my tongue, throat, and mouth to add to the
sensations. He was obviously enjoying this and Bruce had sat down to
watch. I drew Rod's rod (ugh - more irony) in again and he made some
moaning sounds and stiffened a bit than pulled his dick out.

	"Whaddaya think?" Rod asked his buddies.

	"She wants you," Tom replied. "Did you feel her thrusting up
at you? Check her out. I betcha anything she's wetter than the
ocean."

	"Not a bad idea. Guess I will check her out. Here you go,
bitch. See what you're missing?" Rod asked.

	He leaned down and sucked on both of my pussy lips at once. (I
don't know how he did that.) I screamed and my pelvis jumped. He was
rougher than I liked but it still felt incredible. There's almost
nothing I like better than some good tongue action on my cunt. He
lapped at my sopping hole.

	"Gawd yes, she is wet!" Rod looked up, my juices shiny on his
chin. "This bitch really does want it bad."

	Tears were running down my face but I still gasped when I felt
his raspy tongue touch my sensitive labia. He held my cunt lips apart
with his fingers and went to work with his mouth, sucking hard and
pulling on my sensitive woman hood. I was panting and moaning and
crying at his assaults. How could anything so bad feel so good? He
thrust his tongue inside me repeatedly. He licked down below my cunt
and teased my asshole.

	How could he? That's so dirty! He licked at my puckered hole,
tickling me, causing me to wiggle around. I could hear Tom and Bruce
in the background jacking off slowly as they watched us. Rod worked
his way up again, tonguing my hole and sucking on my inner labia. Then
he put his lips gently around my clit and began to tease it with his
tongue. I cried out at his touch. He slowly licked my clit in a back
and forth motion, slowly dragging his tongue across that sensitive
button. I moaned and moved, frustrated.

	He moved faster, circling my clit with his tongue and flicking
it when I least expected it. It felt so good I didn't want him to
stop. He attacked my clit with renewed energy. His rapid-fire tongue
drummed mercilessly against my clit as I cried out and bucked
uncontrollably with an explosive orgasm. I moaned and shouted as I
came - completely unaware of reality. I needed to come down from the
orgasm but he wouldn't let me. His tongue kept moving on my clit and
my body kept spasming. In a very short time, I orgasmed again. I
wanted him inside me.

	Rod looked down at me. He didn't have to say a word. His eyes
showed his triumph. He could control my body better than I could.

	I was dizzy and had almost fainted when he entered me. His hot
meat slid in easily, I was so lubricated from my excitement. He pulled
out and pounded back in to me. He had been on the verge of coming when
I blew him and watching me orgasm had brought him even closer. His
body smashed against mine as he drilled in to me. I couldn't think
straight and I could hardly even feel anything I was so out of it but
my body kept rising to meet his on every stroke. He pinched my nipples
roughly. With a few more hard, fast thrusts, he came inside me. He
bent down and kissed me and I kissed him back passionately.

	He laughed and got off the bed. "I guess I've made my point.
I'm done with you now. I just wanted you to know what you could've
had. I don't care what happens to you now."

	Before I could figure out the meaning of what he was saying,
Tom and Bruce untied my feet from the bed but tied my ankles together.
They untied my hands from the bed and retied my arms behind my back.
They lifted me on to the floor.

	"On your knees, Michelle. Be my good girl," Tom said.

	I had a hard time rolling over and getting on to my knees. I
finally did and was facing Tom's cock. It was hard and dark and
throbbing at me.

	"Suck it good, Shell. Suck me like you did Rod."

	I opened my mouth and he stepped forward slightly so his cock
rested in my mouth. I could feel his whole body flinch at the
sensation this caused. I didn't know if I could continue. I felt
something cold and hard resting against the crack of my ass. It slid
up and down the crack, wiggling a little to separate my buns and slide
in between. I realized the barrel of the gun was in the crack of my
ass. That was all the motivation I needed to cooperate.

	I pulled Tom into my hot, wet mouth again, sucking hard. I let
him slide out and teased his head with my tongue. I ran my tongue up
and down the length of his shaft, concentrating on the underside
(especially that big vein). I sucked him in to my mouth again and deep
throated him. His reaction told me he'd never have a woman take in his
entire length. I continued to work on him, bringing him pleasure and
feeling my own pussy throb. It didn't take long, after all of the
masturbating he did while watching Rod and I, before he pulled his
dick out and squirted his come on my chest.

	He kept me on my knees but had me bend down so my face was
against the floor. He kneeled behind me and put on a condom. He said
some remark to Rod about he wasn't worried about me but didn't know
where he had been.

	His cock was still semi-erect and he forced it in to me. By
the time it was in, it was fully hard again. He fucked me hard and
then slowed down then fucked me hard again. I just kept trying to
think about other things. I'm just a hole for him to fuck. I don't
matter. He went at it for a long time but didn't come. He finally
pulled out and muttered something about me not being a good fuck like
he thought I would be.

	I was so glad it was over with. I felt numb and couldn't think
straight. My body didn't hurt but it didn't feel right either.
Someone reached from behind me and shoved a ball in my mouth then
wrapped a scarf tightly around my mouth and tied it at the back of my
head. I felt a man's hand on my ass. He slid his hand down my crack
and probed around my asshole.

	Bruce!

	How could I have forgotten about him? He's not the type to sit
back and watch. I felt something cold and wet against my asshole. He
worked it around the hold with his finger then tried to slide his
finger inside.

	"Oooooh, is she tight! Wow! You were wrong, Tom. She's a good
fuck all right, you just don't know the right place. Holy shit, she's
something else."

	Tom tried to save his pride. "I can't believe you're lubing
her up and wearing a rubber, man. Why don't ya just fuck her?"

	"If I didn't do this I'd tear her apart and I don't need my
dick to get burned. This'll be much better. Hell, she might even enjoy
it. Got me a little virgin asshole, don't I? You ain't gonna be able
to wait to show your husband your new trick."

	I felt the heat of his prick push against my asshole. There's
no way that thing was going to fit inside me! He backed off a bit and
teased the hole with his finger some more. He poked a finger in and
moved it in and out slowly. He pushed another finger inside and felt
my sphincter muscles relax a bit. He slid in and out more easily. He
pulled his fingers out and pressed his cock against my hole again. He
pushed with steady pressure and my door eventually gave way and opened
for him. His head was tightly sealed inside my ass. He moaned loud.

	"Gawd, she's so tight. If I can stand it, this is going to be
awesome."

	Rod and Tom stood on either side of me so they could get a
good view of my face and the action at my back. Bruce held my hips
with his hands and pulled me on to his humongous (or bigger) cock. It
took a few minutes for him to get his entire length inside me. Once I
was fully impaled on his shaft, he stopped and just held himself in
for a moment. "I could blast right now if I wanted to. This is so hot
and tight and, goddamn she's good."

	Bruce moved himself out, ever so slowly, until only his cock-
head was inside, then he slid back in relishing the feeling. He moaned
and swore and laughed and tried to hold back. He got in to a steady
rhythm, fucking my ass. He let go of my hips with one hand and reached
under and pinched my nipples. He bucked harder as I flinched from his
touch. He grunted and reached down to finger my clit. I jerked at his
touch. This was the worst. This abusive pig had molested me in one way
or another all night.

	He was fucking my asshole and now my body told him I liked it.
He wiggled his finger across my clit and my body moved and jerked and
wiggled from the feelings it sent through me. He moved faster in and
out of my forbidden zone. I tried to gasp and moan but the gag
restrained me from doing so. I kept coming close to orgasm but then
he'd change his speed or move his hand slightly. He thrust his finger
up inside my cunt and moved the palm of his hand against my clit as he
came in my ass. As I was about to come, he stopped and pulled out.

	They picked me up and laid me on my bed. They untied my hands
and feet and removed the gag. I was too exhausted to speak. They
lifted the covers over me.

	"Be a good girl, Michelle. Maybe we'll visit again sometime."

	I fell asleep.