"Agggg!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her vaginal walls were on fire, his great penetrating penis feeling like a huge drill tunneling deep up into her belly. Melanie struggled and rotated her buttocks in vain to alleviate the cruel impalement, but Dinsdale had skewered into her up to the hilt, and she was a hopeless prisoner before all the lewd, breathlessly viewing people grouped around the bed.
He began to pump long, even strokings into her, only stopping at the apex where his pulsing hard cock throbbed menacingly against the tender cervix of her womb. Melanie's mouth opened and closed fishlike in torment and sensation as gradually she became accustomed to the massively thick shaft embedded in her tight young vagina. She could feel the rigid, tendon-like corrugations of his cock brushing against her overly sensitive clitoris. A strange masochistic pleasure had begun tippling through her. Even the pain was weirdly enjoyable, and she waved her buttocks skyward, undulating as much as the thick restricting shaft of Dinsdale's cock would allow. The sight she made in the mirrors incited her even more as she raised her head to look around. This was total subjugation, being forced to kneel helplessly around a naked stranger this way, her arms supporting her torso off the stage-like bed, her breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the obscene public fucking she was getting. In the mirror she could see his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of her clasping pink vagina which was puckering and unpuckering around his long length. God, what a picture it made in her! The lewd portrait of her utter surrender made her squirm down on the heated shaft as if to punish herself some more.
Dear God, Melanie thought through her painful haze of humiliation. What's happening to me? What's happening to me? I can't help it… I can't help it…
She groaned out her shameful submission to the fiery sensations flicking through her unwillingly ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the softness of the bedspread as she was bucked up and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was by the great, driving cock up inside her warmly quivering cunt. Dinsdale pressed his fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks and spread their bouncing cheeks farther apart, opening them obscenely and teasing the puckered little hole of her anus with his outstretched middle finger.
"Ahhhhhh," Melanie moaned in drugged delight. She was being treated more like a whore than she had been before, and the strange masochistic pleasure which had gripped her last Wednesday night spiraled through her shamelessly aroused young body once again. She wanted to be completely destroyed by it this time; she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again! The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-inciting sensations!
"Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me good!" she chanted through her contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining flanks, the rhythm of her buttocks and the skewering of her vagina bringing unmentionable delight to her senses.
Syble Andersson watched this lewd humiliation of the naked young wife with mixed emotions. She felt a slight twinge of pity coursing through her for the helpless innocent girl who was being subjected to such a thing after such a short period of marriage. She could see her lying there on the bed with her legs wide apart probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt before in her life. And yet, the sordid scene was exciting her! God, how it was exciting her, and Syble could feel the pit of her belly and thighs hot and moist from the obscene spectacle her husband was so avidly filming to show around the nation. The naked young man next to her, whose name was Jack Armstrong, reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tight crevice of her hotly moistened cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth, pink flesh jerk against his sudden contact. He leaned against Syble's ear and whispered: "Get down on the floor like she is. I'll fuck you from behind so we can watch at the same time. Your husband won't mind."
"He never does," Syble answered excitedly, slipping off the couch and sprawling on all-fours on the dim lit floor. Then she felt the heat of Jack's long hard cock brushing against the wetly pulsing lips of her vagina, and she reached back under her body and guided his rigid shaft between the tender lips of her cuntal slit. Jack pressured forward slowly and with one easy stroke slid his massively erect cock all the way inside her eagerly heaving belly. Amos' naked wife moaned as she felt the cock-head bury as far into her hungry little cunt as it would go. Her mouth dropped loosely open, and she began to squirm back against him in dog fashion as she felt him begin to rotate it deep up inside her. The head of his thick long prick scraped deliciously against the far hidden walls of her womb in a sweet magical rhythm that brought swelling moans from deep in her throat. She kept her passion-glazed eyes tightly glued to Melanie's naked young body still held tight down upon Arnold Dinsdale's pumping cock while she herself urged Jack to fuck into her hard and fast.
Amos Andersson grinned an obscene grin of victory from behind his movie camera. A lewd sucking sound of intercourse was sounding through the darkened room, and the moist slap of belly against belly joined it melodiously. He licked his lips hungrily as he viewed the reddish skin of the young wife's cruelly stretched vagina draw back with the prick of his naked actor friend, clutching at it as if it didn't want it to cone out, and then disappearing inside again with each upward lunge. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles as he watched, fingering his own lust-stiffened penis with one hand, the heat of his excitement rising like a tornado in his loins. Shit, how he'd like to be there on the bed with that hot little blonde himself! Even his wife was joining in! But he couldn't, not and take the pornographic movie as well, and the way things were going, he would make a fortune out of this one! But God, if he was in there on the bed, he'd show them all what fucking should be like!
"Okay, Billy, you next," he said, waving his other hand at a young boy waiting gape-mouthed to one side. "Go in there and have her suck you off. Go on, boy, hurry!"
"Sure, Mr. Andersson! Anything you say! Who is she?"
"Melanie. Mrs. Melanie Cartwright, you little bastard." And he chuckled lewdly as the naked young boy padded quickly out into the bedroom again. One, now Two… and soon there would be Three!
Melanie felt a slight sag of additional weight upon the bed, and felt warm, fresh skin settle down near her face. Her head flailed a moment longer as she fought against the sensual pressure to keep her eyes tightly shut; soon, however, her eyelids parted and opened a tiny slit. Dimly she saw a small masculine form hovering near her mouth, and something else, something short and firm jutting out from it and toward her lips…
A boy! A teenaged boy not more than fifteen years old! He was kneeling there in front of her, holding her facial cheeks between his hands, his immature penis standing in adolescent erection from his hairless loins! Nooo!
"Mrs. Cartwright?" Billy asked. "I'm supposed to have you suck my pecker, Mrs. Cartwright."
God no! She couldn't do that! A man was terrible enough, but to corrupt an innocent child was too much to ask! And yet… A flutter of salaciousness rippled through her skewered belly as her lust-filled eyes filled themselves on the virile young penis waving before her. It was not offensive, only five inches long, its bulbous head a rich glistening crimson that gave its white-skinned shaft the erotic appeal of an enticing delicacy. She was not even repelled. The round firm scrotum was so tight and tender with the look of textured velvet. So hairless, so fresh, so viriley boyish… God, what was she thinking? She couldn't want him too! She couldn't!