In order to see them all, Sue had to rotate slowly. One of them was always behind her. Their eyes were glittering with lust. They were in Paul Caldwell's mansion, less than a block from the yacht club.
"What do you want?" she pleaded desperately.
"Strip!" Bill Caldwell ordered. The way he said it gave her cold chills.
"Now, just a…" Sue sputtered.
"Strip!" Carl Randall ordered. "Or you won't be able to show your face in this town again."
Sue whirled to face the insolent lifeguard. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his muscle-stretched shirt. "You wouldn't dare say a thing," she snapped. "It would mean your job."
"But you see," Stan Simpson said reasonably, "we don't have jobs any more. At least, not with the yacht club. We have new jobs. With Mr. Caldwell. Now, strip, Goddammit!"
"I suggest you do as we ask," Bill Caldwell said calmly. "After comparing notes with these gentlemen, I discovered we have much in common. They are my crew for my Florida trip. Carl suggested this farewell party, and I immediately agreed. It's only right that we leave you with some lasting memories of us, since it will be a year or more before we return."
"You're all insane."
"Mad about you," Bill Caldwell replied. "Now, please do start removing your clothes. And do a reasonably titillating job of it, or we'll just rip them off of you. And how would you explain that to your loving husband?"
Turning slowly, Sue saw that there was no escape, and that his threat was far from being an idle one. From the look on Stan's and Carl's faces, they were half hoping she would not do as asked.
Shaking and terrified, Sue began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She tried to turn her back to them, but no matter which way she turned, one of them was staring at her hungrily. She hung her head as she unfastened the button between the jutting mounds of her breasts. She wished she hadn't worn the bra she had – a white lace half-cup one that barely covered her nipples, and exposed exciting expanses of creamy flesh, and showed a deep, seductive valley.
Why hadn't Jerry been there to pick her up when he was supposed to? If he'd been there she wouldn't have been kidnapped by these animals. What had happened to Jerry, and their marriage? And why did she have to feel so hideously excited at what was happening?
Even with her head hanging, the forward thrust of her breasts as she stripped her blouse down her arms behind her was magnificent.
Carl, viewing her in semi-profile, licked his lips. Inside his tight pants his cock was hurting, it was so hard and stiff. His eyes were fastened on the barely restrained breasts of their red-haired captive. He had seen them naked before, creamy and soft, and their hard demanding nipples and he was going to see them again in a few minutes. Then he was going to drive his cock into that hot, sucking, dripping, red-bushed pussy. He was going to have that lush, rich bitch pleading for more cock and more cock, and he was going to give it to her.
Stan Simpson had been in agony from his erection. Sue saw with a jolt that Stan had taken direct steps to relieve his pain. He had opened his fly, and let his prick escape. It stabbed up through the zippered opening like a pole, pale white against his tight blue jeans, pink topped, a vulgar totem pole of lust.
Her guts knotted with shame and blistering desire, Sue turned away from Stan as she unfastened her skirt. But she knew all she was doing was teasing the wiry, black-baked lifeguard all the more. She should face him boldly, and undress as matter-of-factly as if she were at home alone.
But she couldn't. Something was forcing her to make this linger and last, and it was not shame. It was stupid feminine pride in what she had to offer. Something inside her was driving her to tease and titillate these slavering men, to build their lust to the highest peak possible.
When she let her skirt drop, she did it gracefully and easily. It slid down her long, shapely, strong legs and dropped around her ankles. She managed, as she stepped out of it, to kick off her sandals at the same time. Then, wearing only her bra and panties, she turned slowly, posing for them. Bright sunlight streamed in through the tall windows of Bill Caldwell's library, spilling over her creamy flesh, warming her on the outside as their wanton admiration was warming her on the inside. Even if her husband didn't want her, there were men in the world who did. There were men in the world who wanted her badly enough to kidnap her. So, let them admire her.
Stan Simpson had one hand wrapped around his erect cock as if he were trying to restrain it. His eyes raked from Sue's wavy red hair, down to the jutting breasts in the lacy bra, then lower, to her small waist, then to the swell of her mature hips, and the shadow of red that showed at the crotch of her panties, and then finally down her long naked legs. Standing up, Stan kicked off his loafers and stripped his t-shirt up over his head and off, baring his wiry, muscular chest. He began unfastening his pants. He was going to get first crack at the bitch this time. No seconds for him. He was going to let those other poor bastards sweat and watch while he fucked her until she begged for mercy.
Sue saw the motion out of the corner of her eye when she was facing Bill Caldwell, and whirled to see what Stan was doing. The sight of him hurriedly stripping brought a jolt of fear, and a surge of lust and pride. Poor horny bastard, couldn't restrain himself, he needed her so badly. Well, she could bend him to her will, and she was going to prove it.
"Wait!" she ordered as he started toward her. "You just wait!"
Something in her tone stopped the naked lifeguard dead in his tracks. His cock bobbed impatiently in front of him, spearing straight out from his black pubic bush. He clenched his flats in frustration, but did as she told him.
Sue reached behind herself far the hooks of her bra. She was going to prove just how desirable she was. She was going to have him crawling, and begging before she let him have her. Now she had a focus for her attention, and she used it. She watched lust and desire twist his daddy handsome face as she unhooked her bra. She held the cups over her breasts with one hand, and slid her free arm out of the strap, then reversed the procedure, and slipped her other arm out of the bra strap.
When she finally did shed the bra entirely, she gave him only a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her mammoth tits, then covered them with her hands. She massaged the full, warm mounds of flesh, and felt lust boil through her from the touch. By squeezing her tits, she was showing him just how soft and exciting they were. She saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes were fastened on her hands as she caressed her boobs lovingly. She rubbed her palms around an her nipples in a circular motion that made them stiffen and blaze with excitement.
Then, at last, sliding her hands down to the undersides of her breasts, she let him actually see her nipples. She lifted the exciting masses of her tits, and thumbed her nipples still higher. She let him see how her nipples stiffened and begged for more attention. She let him see the lust on her face as she played with her breasts in the center of the brightly lighted library.
She knew that her near nudity in the midst of the shelves of expensive bound books was the focal point for three pairs of eyes. Bill Caldwell and Carl Randall were getting tantalizing glimpses of her from behind. Well, their turn would come. But, right now, she was concentrating on driving Stan out of his mind with lust.
Stan was aching, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. It looked as if his cock were tugging impatiently at him. He took a short, involuntary step toward Sue as he licked his lips and watched her playing with her tits. Her thumbs snapped over the twin points of her nipples, and Stan felt an electric shock run through his body. He started to take another step toward her.
"Stop!" Sue ordered. She waved, an arm to indicate the two other men in the room, one to her right, the other to her left. "Or, do you want one of them tote first?"
Stan stopped. She had him just where she wanted him, and they both knew it. He was in her power.
Sue planted her feet wide apart, and dug her toes into the Oriental rug. She thrust her hips forward and hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pushed them lower, down over the swell of her flat, creamy belly. She exposed more and more of her soft flesh, until she felt stiff kinky pubic hair brush her thumbs.
Stan was clenching and unclenching his fists and swallowing desperately. His eyes were now fastened on her belly. He could see a few tantalizing wisp of dark red pubic hair just above the top of her panties. He could see the dark shadow of her bush between her full thighs. There, right there was his target, and she was teasingly keeping it veiled.
Sue was on fire. Her insides were quivering at the sight of the man's obvious desperate desire for her. She could feel the hot eyes of the other two men in the room on her, which increased her excitement. She felt desired. Her cunt was leaking she was getting so excited.
She slowly pushed her panties down, lower and lower and lower, exposing more and more of her pussy to Stan, more and more of her pale, round buttocks to Carl and Bill. She could feel the elastic of her panties cut into the flesh of her ass, arid knew it was showing how tender and soft and exciting she was back there. Bill was an ass man. So let him look at her ass.
Stan was a pussy man, that was obvious from his expression as she revealed her red-bushed triangle to him. Sue shoved her panties down and kicked them aside. Then, facing him, she thrust her pelvis forward and fingered her pussy as waves of excitement boiled through her. She spread her cuntlips to show the blazing, shining pink heart of her pussy.
"You want it?" she taunted him. "You want it? Is this what you want? Think you're man enough to take it?"
Suddenly there were bruising hard hands on her arms. Her hands were jerked away from her cunt. She was dragged across the room and thrown down on the piano bench.
"Let me go, you fuckers!" she screamed.
Stan grabbed her ankles while Bill and Carl held her arms, held her pinned on her back on the hard bench.
"Let me at her," Stan snarled.
He controlled her kicking easily, spread her legs wide, then folded them upward. Her pussy was a brilliant gash in her thick bush, and the tendons were standing out on the pale insides of her thighs as he held her wide open.
Carl took one of her legs and Bill the other. She was helpless, spread wide open. Fury and lust had her spitting curses at them all, her head twisting on the bench, her bright-red tresses flailing around her face like flames. Her chest heaved.
Ignoring her, Stan gripped the base of his cock and aimed its head into the brilliant, wet slash of her pussy. A lustful grimace on his darkly handsome face, he sank his cock into her with one powerful thrust.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee!" Sue shrieked with shock at the brutal assault. But it wasn't pain that wrung the cry from her, but incredible, searing pleasure at being so abruptly and completely filled with cock.
"This'll tame her," Stan growled, drawing his cock out of her dripping, burning hole and slamming it brutally into her a second time.
"Aaahhh," Sue moaned. Her thrashing lessened, and was replaced with uncontrollable quivering. "Aaahhh, that's so gooooddd! Aaahhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"An animal, just like all the rest," Bill Caldwell pointed out, his white mustache bristling as he smiled in triumph. "They're all animals."
Panting, Stan continued to pound his cock into her streaming cunt. Leaning over her, he drove at bet again and again and again, jolting the breath out of her with every brutal thrust. His balls were swelling as a pool of cum gathered there. He could see Sue's tits quiver at every impact, her nipples tight and hard with lust, her soft belly heaving and rolling as her muscles convulsed.
"Ahhhhhh," Sue grunted at every thrust into her body. Her thighs felt raw and battered from Stan's brutal pounding. Her pussy was swollen and sensitive from the searing friction as his cock burned past it. Her clitoris was a searing patch of agonizing pleasure. She was soaring to the jagged brink of a huge orgasm, when suddenly Stan stopped his pounding, his cock rammed completely into her belly.
"Aaahhh, nooooo!" she wailed, squirming frantically under him as she felt him squirting his thick semen into her desperately hungry cunt.
Stan was beyond caring. His hands tore at her as he tried to shove his cock completely through her. He was blocked by the bones of his pelvis grinding against hers. His prick was spurting gob after gob of semen into her. The thick fluid seared the length of his cock and spattered deep in her vagina.
"Uuuuhhhhh," the lifeguard grunted as the last of his sperm was wrung into her by his exhausted muscles.
"Nnnooo!" Sue wailed, tears streaming from her eyes as she was suddenly left gapingly empty as Stan withdrew. Abandoned by all three men, she rolled off the bench and crashed to the floor, and writhed there, helplessly on the brink of her orgasm.
"Want some cock, bitch?" Carl Randall asked.
Cock? God, yes, that was what she wanted. She couldn't stay like this, so near and yet so far from a wonderful blazing climax. Cock was what she wanted, what she had to have. Desperately, she struggled to her hands and knees, her head swinging as she sought her savior.
Carl sat slouched back in one of the plush easy chairs. He was totally naked. He held the towering staff of his prick in his hand, and was waving it gently. "There it is, bitch. Come and get it. Crawl for it – crawl!"
Whimpering in the grip of desperate carnal need, Sue crawled. Her heavy breasts swayed under her. The Oriental rug was harsh and scratchy against her knees and hands. She kept her starving green eyes focused on the pink-capped tower of salvation in Carl's lap.
Carl spread his legs as she approached him. Frantically, she clung to the edge of his chair and pulled herself up, never taking her eyes off his marvelous prick. It stood up proudly, towering over his sperm-loaded balls and their wrinkled sac.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she screamed in sudden agonizing pain as he twisted his fingers cruelly in her thick red hair.
Brutally, Carl twisted her head back so he could look at her passion-ravaged face. She blinked back the tears as she gazed up at him. "You want cock?" he asked softly. "Then suck it."
"Noooo," Sue groaned. "Noooo, not that. That's not what I want."
"Suck it, bitch!" Carl said nastily. "Then, maybe later you'll get what you want. Right now, you're going to give me what I want." He forced her head down so that she was staring at the huge jutting column of his cock. The tiny slit at the tip, just inches from her face, seemed to be gloating at her. Carl pushed her face down onto his prick.
"Suck it!" he ordered viciously.
Near tears from pain, humiliation, and searing sexual need, Sue steadied his prick with her fingers.
She licked her lips nervously, then slowly opened them to admit his hot meat. Her nose was filled with the thick, heavy scent of him.
"No teeth!" be cautioned her sharply.
Dutifully, Sue shielded her teeth with her lips then bathed the underside of his cock with her tongue as he forced her head down still further. Her mouth was filled with saliva, forcing her to swallow, forcing her to suck the meat he was shoving into her. Her throat knotted and her belly convulsed from both disgust and lust. It was so incredibly awful, this vile act with this animal. But it was so incredibly good, too! It was sending her lust soaring, making her empty cunt drool wantonly down her thighs.
The abrupt painful grip of hands around her waist would have made her lurch upward, away from Carl's cock, if it hadn't been for his unyielding grip on her hair. Someone sank strong fingers into her flesh, steadying her hips, holding her still.
If Sue's mouth had not been stuffed with cock, a deafening screech would have been wrung from her. As it was, she gurgled around the tower between her lips at the feel of something jabbing at her ass, wedging its way between her buttocks, hitting the bottom of the crevice between her cheeks, then slamming at the closed gate of her anus. Desperately, she tried to twist her pelvis to get that heavy battering ram into her, cunt, but Bill refused to let her, and kept the tip of his prick insistently on the tight bud of her asshole.
"Aaarrrgggghhhh!" Sue gargled around the cock in her mouth as she felt Bill ram his cock at her asshole.
"Shut up and suck!" Carl snarled, ramming her head down on his iron-hard cock. The head of his cock corked her throat, bruising the tender tissues there, cutting off her air.
Sue thrashed helplessly against the two men as they sought to ravish both ends at once. Her insane lust boiled higher and higher at the combined assault. She felt her anal sphincter yielding reluctantly, spreading open a millimeter at a time, to admit the knobby head of Caldwell's eager cock.
"Suck," Carl repeated, guiding her head up and down in a fucking motion, drawing his cock almost all the way out of her, then slamming it back down her throat. Frantically, Sue sucked, swallowing the flooding waves of spit that were pouring from her salivary glands. The swallowing scrubbed her tongue against the underside of his cock, stimulating him still further, drawing still more juice from his already over ready prick.
She thrashed at the searing agony in her ass. Then she lurched as her anal ring snapped into the groove behind the head of Bill's cock. Suddenly, instead of resisting, her rectum seemed almost to suck his cock into it. She felt his shaft sear through her anus and fill her rectum until his hips slammed against her cushiony ass with a jolt that rocked her clear to the top of her head. Her mouth closed tightly around Carl's oozing prick.
"Yeah," Carl whispered. His head tipped back, he grinned with pleasure as he stared at Bill Caldwell at Sue's opposite end.
Sue had the feeling the two men had planned this all out ahead. The cock in her mouth was driving halfway down her throat every time Carl slammed her face down on him. Bill Caldwell, meanwhile, was ramming his cock into her ass with heavy, powerful thrusts. Her bottom felt as if it were being ripped to bloody tatters by his brutal, unsympathetic attack.
And her lust was soaring higher and higher and higher, forcing her to suck still more eagerly on Carl's cock, and to wriggle her ass to increase the blazing agony of her buggering. Reaching back under herself with one hand, she sank her fingers deep into her streaming pussy, and ground her thumb down on her clitoris. She could actually feel Bill's cock pistoning in her ass with the fingers she had stuffed into her cunt.
Bill's prick blazed from the unbelievable friction in her anal channel. The feel of her fingers pressing his prick through the thin barrier separating her openings was all it took to trigger his orgasm. He jammed his cock into her greasy bowels and unloaded his cum in thick, powerful heaves.
Sue's mouth sucked hungrily at the cock in it, her tongue pressed the thick bar of live meat against the roof of her mouth, and suddenly Carl's prick was shivering with the recoil as thick cum rammed down her throat. She gulped and swallowed as wave after cummy wave of fluid spurted against the back of her throat and poured down into her stomach.
Sue was coming like she had never come before. She was spitted on cocks in both ends and felt like she was being turned over a blazing bed of coals as her orgasm went on and on and on. She was being flooded with male fluids, and her pussy was flooded with her own burning, sticky, slimy juices.
Then the prick in her mouth was shrinking, and she was crapping Bill Caldwell's drained and withering tool out of her ass. Bill released her hips, and Carl freed her head, and Sue tumbled to one side and sprawled helplessly on her back on the floor. As she lay there, her legs spread wide like a frog's, her pussy glaring in the heart of her auburn bush, she quivered in the grip of her dying climax.
Stan Simpson a wiping the creamy fluids of a masturbatory climax off his hand as be slouched in a chair and stared at Sue. Bill Caldwell, his prick shining with sperm, fouled from its penetration of her ass, got to his feet. Carl Randall remained in the chair, breathing hard, his cock and pubic hair soggy with cum and spit.
Sue felt like one large lake of semen. She had cum in her mouth and on her face. Cum was trickling slowly out of her stretched asshole, and drying cold and sticky on the insides of her thighs.
"Get up," Bill ordered. "Get dressed, and get out of here."
Weakly, Sue tried to obey.
"Oh, for God's sake, help her to the door!" Bill snapped. "After you get her dressed, that is."
In minutes, Sue was dressed and was being ushered to the door. She was thrust out into the bright glare of the late-afternoon sun, and staggered wearily toward the yacht club.
"Where the hell have you been?" Jerry greeted her, his tone a mixture of anger and worry.
Sue fell into his arms, and their lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss, both of them feeling a desire for the other they hadn't felt in months.
"Let's go home," Jerry suggested at last. "I think we have a few things to talk about."
Nodding, Sue snuggled in his arm as they headed for the car. She somehow knew that she had her husband back again.
Jerry felt a surge of love and desire for Sue. It was as if that one incredible afternoon with the three teenagers had burned his insane desire for sexual variety out of him. If he ever again felt the need for variety, maybe Sue could get a wig to wear…