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For what seemed an eternity, Linda rested as she was, up on her knees, her face lying on its side pressed into the wet depleted loins of her husband. Gradually the dizzying effects of all she had gone through since arriving at the Furness' apartment began to wear off and she was flooded with shame and humiliation once again. The defiled young housewife clenched her eyes tightly shut and helplessly remembered it all as though she were watching a movie recording the degradation she had just been subjected to -- the beginning when she had heard the tape of her husband Tommy and his best friend's wife Grace; that first moment when it became clear what Fred Furness had in mind for her, followed by her helpless fear and humiliation when he had dropped his head down between her legs; and then, finally, the wild twisting and churning of their four bodies and the uncontrollably overwhelming sensations she had felt.
The formerly innocent bride had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had gone through. Her nostrils caught the aroma around her on the bed. The smell of raw consummated lust covered Tommy's loins and filled the air of the room for all of them, herself included, from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through. And she remembered too, as her dazed mind caught up with reality, the incredible eruption in her own belly as Furness had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside her. She had actually urged him on with obscene words and lewd thrusting gyrations of her thighs and hips! That was where the heat and warmth came from that she now felt so vividly in her belly. It was the great pool of white warm liquid that he had emptied into her, and she shuddered to recall how much she had wanted it at that moment, which seemed ages ago, even though only a few short minutes had passed.
She had begged him to do it and had urged him on with all her physical being like an obscene street whore enjoying her work. She had been trapped into it and frightened, but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into uncontrollable passion that had deadened her sense of right and wrong -- not even her vengeful desire to get even with Tommy for making love to another woman could excuse that.
She made a low moan like an injured child and slowly raised her head from Tommy's still slightly heaving stomach. She suddenly saw the sticky mixture of saliva and obscene white semen where her mouth had been, and she felt the weird new taste in her mouth, once more shuddering with degradation at what her own husband had forced her to do. Glancing surreptitiously up at his face, she saw that he seemed to be in a state of utter exhaustion with his eyes closed as if in heavy sleep. Fred Furness and his wife Grace also appeared to be sleeping or resting in complete satiety, thin oblivious smiles of satisfaction on their lips. The ashamed young blonde slowly and carefully began to work her way out of the tangle of arms and legs on the big mattress, thinking that now was her chance to slip away unnoticed and escape from the perverse-minded crew she had somehow got mixed up with.
Tommy sensed the slight movement as Linda tried to remove herself from the bed and opened his eyes to a narrow slit to watch her disdainfully. Let the little bitch go, he thought viciously. He looked at her voluptuously hanging white breasts and on down to her scissoring thighs as she worked her way across the mattress, and then up to her tear and sweat-streaked young face. The look of open innocence that was there only a few hours ago was gone, replaced by an expression of weary, sensual knowledge that seemed to him at the same time familiar and unfamiliar. Struck by a sudden thought he shifted his eyes under his nearly closed lids and glanced at Grace Furness lying like a used broken doll down near his knees.
That was it. Grace and Linda had always resembled each other in many ways -- the same lovely thighs and buttocks, the same billowing ripe breasts that looked good enough to eat, the same blue eyes and perfectly formed features. But now -- now even that expression of lewd sensuality that telegraphed Grace's interest in screwing was beginning to show in small ways on Linda. At least, he told himself, it shows that she knows what it's like to lose herself in physical gratification.
In other words, she had become more than ever like the woman he had been fucking with lusty joy the last week or so, though Linda herself probably wasn't aware of it. But if what he was thinking was true, he reflected in surprise, then he should be happy that she had finally been turned on. His first reaction when he had seen her with Fred was to curse and revile her for it, but now he realized that it was more a triumph of what he had been longing for than any kind of defeat for him.
More than anything else he could imagine he would like to have her fuck him as wantonly as she had Fred Furness. That was exactly what he had always wanted, and now he saw it was possible to get it.
Without warning, he reached out and grasped Linda's wrist in his fingers. "It's okay, Linda honey. Don't go."
His sudden unexpected movement caught her by surprise and she reacted by sucking in her breath and trying to wrench her arm free of his grip. But he was too strong for her and her frantic attempt only served to attract the Furness' attention to her.
Immediately sizing up the situation, Fred Furness clamped his fingers down over her ankle nearest to him and held her fast. "What's the matter, baby? Had enough fun and games?" he laughed harshly.
"Please, please," she cried in a quavering voice. "Let me go home. I-I can't take it any more," she pleaded, vainly struggling to release herself from their fingers that held her like steel traps.
"Not yet, baby. Not yet," snarled Furness. "Not until we make the final touchdown," he added, automatically slipping back into his football coach language.
"Hell, you might as well let her go," Grace Furness put in. "She doesn't look to me like she wants to play any more."
"Listen to Gracie. She just wants it all for herself," he winked broadly at Tommy. "But I have other plans for little Miss Purity here."
"W-what do you mean," Linda whimpered as she felt his grip tighten on her ankle. She shivered slightly as his other hand began to course playfully over her still upraised naked buttocks.
"I mean you're ready for the graduate course in 'How to Fuck and Keep Your Hubby at Home, '" he leered.
Then suddenly he was rising up on the bed with his arm clamped around her narrow waist, his knees positioning themselves behind her on the mattress between her calves.
"Okay, Tommy, hold 'er down in front. I'm going to give you a little lesson in how to tame a blonde," he growled.
Oh God, would this horrible nightmare ever end! Linda thought, her fevered mind running helter-skelter looking for a way out of this room.
But Tommy obediently crushed her face down into the mattress so that she could barely breathe and she was trapped again for them to do with what they wanted. She couldn't even call out to attract the attention of the neighbors now, and all hope was gone.
She jerked as she suddenly felt Fred's hands on her buttocks behind, slowly drawing them apart.
"Take a look at that, Tommy. You can fuck her there in that tight little asshole. She'lI like it, and never give you any more trouble, believe me. Just ask Grace."
Now that Grace Furness saw what was about to take place, she roused herself from the bed and positioned herself so that she could see it up close, her eyes a few scant inches from the widely spread half-moon buttocks. The obscene thought of the depraved unnatural ravishment about to take place right here a few inches in front of her face caused her to groan in guilty excitement and grind her own buttocks tightly down into the mattress. Her eyes passed from the tiny puckered pink mouth of Linda's exposed anus to Fred's monstrously rigid cock, once again throbbing in full erection, the thin blue veins pulsing around it. Grace opened her eyes wide in horrified wonder. She had taken it from behind herself many times in the past and liked it, but this was the first time she had seen how huge a penis looked in comparison to an untried young anus. He would kill the girl, she thought. She would never be able to take a thing like that in her rectum; he would split her apart.
Fred stooped, and, grabbing both the sobbing girl's ankles, he pressured out harshly, pulling her legs wider apart.
"Oh God, no! Please no!" she whimpered into the bedspread as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you, I can't! Not that way!" She jerked her body wildly and tried to rise.
"Hold her! Dammit!" Fred yelled to Tommy who pushed his hand down hard into the small of his wife's back, pressing her upper body back hard into the mattress. Tommy's eyes were wide with apprehension and a kind of sadistic anticipation as he watched Linda's upthrust buttocks wiggle for a moment as she struggled. Then she lay still, panting into the mattress like a trapped animal paralyzed with fear.
Grace moaned involuntarily as she watched the lewd scene, her husband Fred's hands running greedily over the long firm muscles of Linda's shaking calves and up the inside of her inner thighs to the moistened interior of her legs. The cleft between them was deep and inviting and Grace shuddered in rising excitement as he slipped the edge of his hand down the smooth crease of Linda's buttocks, separating them slightly to reveal the quivering anus and the pinkly layered folds of her pussy below. Her own cunt throbbed excitedly from the indecent naked exposure of the young wife's genitals, and she could feel her own warm moist flesh palpitating inside like a fireball waking in her belly. She raised herself up onto her knees and moved forward a few inches toward Linda's quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny thing that happened.
Furness leered down at the cowering girl and slowly pressed his thumbs outward on either side of the tiny anal opening, revealing to his eyes the glistening pink flesh just inside the rubbery outer ring. He sucked in his breath as he stared at the softly pulsing opening made oval by the outward pressure of his thumbs. Still holding her anus in view with his left thumb, he thrust experimentally at it with the middle finger of his right hand. It was warm and soft but still dry to his touch, so he slipped the finger down into the moistness of her pussy below, then slid it up again to thrust its wet tip into her hotly cringing anus.
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