Tied Down Wife
by Kathy Andrews


FOREWORD 

Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, 
the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal 
basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters. 

The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and 
sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex. 

While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while 
sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears 
about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were 
more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be 
at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently 
reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted 
in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how 
truly normal they are. 

TIED DOWN WIFE--a frank story of one woman's approach to sexual honesty. A 
story with a lesson for us all. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Linda was stretched across the big bed, her arms pulled outward and wrists 
tied securely to the corners. Her head rested flat on the mattress, turned 
toward the open door. Tears smeared her cheeks. 

She tried once more to free herself, and knew it was useless. He had tied 
her very securely. 

Her feet had been pulled apart, spreading her long, silky legs wide. Her 
slim ankles were wrapped by a rope, and they, too, were tied to I came 
across, didn't I? Teasing can be fun, and I never did let you suffer, did 
I?" 

"No, that's true," he agreed. "You made sure I had my fun. The thing is, you 
want fun with the paperboy, too." 

"Frank, are you crazy?" she asked, unable to stop herself. "He's just a 
kid." 

"Sure, a kid with a fucking hard-on a yard long," he replied. "I saw his 
cock about to come through his pants when you showed him your fucking tits!" 

She started to reply, but the clattering of the doorbell stopped her. 

"Ahhhh, right on time," Frank said. "What's right on time?" 

"You're going to find out," he replied mysteriously, stuffing his cock back 
into his pants and leaving the room. 

Linda shivered, feeling a vague sense of apprehension. He was acting very 
mysterious for some reason. He was mad at her and she didn't think she liked 
what he was up to. She pulled and twisted against the ropes, but they were 
as tight as always. 

She heard her husband's voice down the hall, then came the voice of someone 
else. Suddenly she understood. She had asked the paperboy to come back at 
this time for payment. That was okay, she thought, taking a deep breath. 
Frank would pay him and come back, and maybe she very erotic. She wasn't 
sure why it felt good to be humiliated in these mild ways, but it did. 
Somehow, when he tied her up, her emotions became so erotic, she would often 
come as soon as he pushed his hard cock into her pussy. This time, it was 
different. 

He had tied her up quickly, making degrading comments to her, almost as if 
he was angry. She didn't understand that--he usually enjoyed these harmless 
games as much as she had come to enjoy them. But now, after tying her and 
adjusting her clothing this way, he had left her alone. She had been alone 
for almost an hour now, but she could hear him moving about the house. He 
had never left her alone before. She was starting to worry. 

A few minutes later, Frank returned to the bedroom, and she looked at him 
hopefully, but his expression made her keep quiet. He came to the bed and 
stood looking down at her, rubbing his crotch slowly. 

"Nice," he said softly. "Very nice, Linda." She made a low whimpering sound. 

"But we need something else," he said, and drew a thick pillow to her side. 
"Lift your ass." 

"Frank, what are you going to do to me?" she finally asked. 

"Lift your ass, Goddamn it!" 

"Frank, please tell me... " His palms came out swiftly, slapping Linda's 
lovely ass. The sound surprised her more than the pain. She gasped, 
straining at the ropes. This, too, was the first time he had hit her. The 
pain came all at once, a searing, slicing pain. She began to sob softly, 
feeling him pulling her hips, lifting her ass, then shoving the pillow under 
her. Her ass was now lifted about five inches from the bed, raised 
suggestively into the air. 

"Much better," he commented as if to himself, stepping back from the bed. 

Linda saw his cock was starting to bulge inside his pants now. Thinking he 
was about ready to complete the game, she flexed her ass teasingly, trying 
not to think of him slapping it. 

"Bitch," he said. "You have to wiggle that hot fucking ass even when you're 
this way, don't you?" 

"I... don't you want to... " 

"No, I don't want to," he interrupted. 

"But, darling, you're getting so hard and I thought... " 

"Who cares what you thought," he replied, rubbing at his now fully hard 
cock. 

Linda saw the length of it, outlined through his pants. She ran her tongue 
over her lips, feeling her cunt getting wet. Her ass writhed with readiness. 

"You fucking bitch," he snarled in a low voice. "Your hot ass won't be still 
a second, will it?" 

"Frank, what is wrong with you?" she finally asked. "You're being very 
strange. I thought you liked it when I wiggled." 

"Oh, I like it, Linda," he said. "But the problem is, so does everybody 
else." 

"What?" she asked, surprised. 

"Oh, you can't fuck with me, bitch," he said, removing his cock and stroking 
it from base to swollen head. "All this time, I've watched you. You dress in 
those in tight shorts, with your ass and cunt showing, half your tits out. 
I've noticed you wiggle around in the market and outside. Don't think I 
haven't noticed. And the way you show off your legs... you can't even sit 
down without trying to flash it, can you?" Linda didn't know what he was 
talking about. She certainly didn't try to show herself off. She dressed no 
differently than other women her age. She didn't waggle her ass any more 
than was natural. She didn't know why he was so mad at her for being 
natural. 

She watched him move his fist back and forth on his cock. Every time she saw 
it, she wanted it. She couldn't help that--his cock was beautiful to her, 
gave her so much pleasure. Maybe she had wiggled a little too much, or 
flashed a bit of thigh, maybe even her panties, but it all been done for 
him, for his pleasure, to excite him and make him want her, want her juicy 
cunt. But that was all. She didn't do it for other men. 

Suddenly, she understood. 

Yesterday... 

The paperboy... 

He had come to collect, and she had been in her robe. Frank was sitting in 
his favorite chair, and he had no money in his pockets. Linda couldn't find 
her checkbook, and in an unusual frustration, the top of her robe had 
opened, giving the paperboy a very good look at her titties. Both of them, 
nipples and all. 

Frank had seen it, too. 

But that had been an accident. How could Frank get mad because of an 
accident? Was that what he meant about showing herself off? Was he jealous 
because the paperboy had caught an accidental look at her titties? 

"Frank, yesterday was an accident," she said. "You know it was." 

"A woman doesn't have accidents like that," he said. "A woman shows her tits 
when she wants to show her tits. Accident, my ass!" 

"But it was!" 

"You're a tease, Linda," he said. "I should have known you were a 
cock-teaser before we were married. The signs were there--I just didn't see 
them." 

"But why now?" she asked. "You know I didn't tease you then. Oh, maybe a 
little, but the corners of the bed. At least he had not undressed her. That 
was some relief, but not much. Her nylon blouse had been opened, and her bra 
removed. Her shapely titties would have been exposed, except she was lying 
on them. 

He had, however, pulled her pleated skirt up to her waist. 

The skimpy bikini panties concealed nothing. They were quite tight on her, 
with flimsy elastic holding them on her hips. She was deliciously tanned, 
except for the whiteness of her ass. Two smooth, kissable ass-cheeks showed 
from the panties because they had caught up in the split of her ass. On her 
legs were flesh-colored nylons, held up by a scarlet garter belt. Soft curls 
of pussy-hair showed around the tightness of her panty-crotch. 

Linda had auburn hair, almost the color of old copper. It was soft and wavy, 
shoulder length. Her eyes were green, a lovely match to her beautiful 
features. Her nose, she felt, was a little too small, but was in fact 
perfect for her face. Her mouth was full, with moist lips, and her teeth a 
sparkling white. 

A beautiful young wife, Linda was concerned about her husband's actions. 

This had always been a game between them. At first she had not cared for it, 
but as the months went by, she found it enjoyable. The feeling of 
helplessness, at his mercy, had been would find out more about what was 
bothering him. 

"There she is," Frank said. 

Linda tried to sink into herself, a shameful, burning blush creeping swiftly 
across her lovely cheeks. 

Frank stood in the doorway, and at his side was the paperboy. 

"Gosh!" the young boy said, his eyes huge as he stared at Linda. 

"Frank!" Linda gasped, wiggling her hips, wishing her skirt would slide 
down. "Get him out of here! What are you doing?" 

"Pretty, isn't she?" Frank said to the excited boy, ignoring his wife. 
"There she is, just like I told you she'd be." 

"Mister, you really mean I can fuck her?" the paperboy asked, awed by what 
he saw and anticipated. 

"Sure can," Frank replied. "She can't do anything to stop you. I've got her 
tied up real tight. Go on, fuck the piss out of her hot, teasing cunt!" 

"Frank, no!" Linda cried. 

Frank pulled his cock from his pants again, closing his fist about it, 
squeezing, his cock-head bulging and dripping. The boy, she saw, was tearing 
at his pants, anxious to get his cock free. His eyes literally burned on her 
exposure, on her legs and ass. His cock came free, and Linda stared at it. 
She was blushing shamefully, afraid of what was about to happen. She 
couldn't believe her husband had set this up, tied her up to let the 
paperboy fuck her. If he was jealous, he wouldn't want anyone to fuck her, 
certainly. 

The paperboy came close to the bed, his eyes burning with eager desire, his 
cock throbbing in hardness. Linda closed her eyes, but the tears of 
humiliation seeped past her lips. 

"Can I touch her, Mister?" the paperboy asked. 

"You can do anything you want with her," Linda heard her husband say. "Touch 
her, fuck her, whatever you want." 

"Gosh!" the young boy said again. "I can really... feel her up?" 

"Sure, she loves it," Frank said. 

Linda cringed when she felt the shaking hand of the boy on her nyloned 
thigh. She could hear him breathing hard as he leaned over. She felt his hot 
palm slide up her nyloned thigh, to the silky flesh above the top. She could 
feel his nervousness, but his desire was stronger. She gasped when the boy 
cupped a cheek of her ass, squeezing it. 

"Hey, she's nice!" 

"She's a good fuck, too," Frank said. 

Linda opened her eyes to see her husband leaning against the wall, watching, 
his cock in his fist. His eyes gleamed with a heat she had not noticed 
before. Shocked, she realized he was getting pleasure out of watching this, 
of being in control of what she did. This was a different Frank than the one 
she had married, and she wasn't at all sure she liked it. 

She was very embarrassed to be tied this way, with this young boy leaning 
over, fondling her legs and revealed ass. 

Linda gave a little cry when she felt the paperboy's hand between her 
thighs, rubbing at her pantied cunt. She tried to twist away, but of course 
that was impossible. 

"Don't touch me!" she hissed at the boy. 

His hand jerked away, and he looked at Frank. 

"Don't pay any attention to what she says," Frank said. "You saw how she 
showed her tits yesterday, didn't you? She liked to pretend she doesn't want 
it, but she does. I'm telling you, kid, that's some hot pussy there! Hell, 
do what you want with her, just don't pay any attention to what she says." 

"My God, Frank!" Linda sobbed. 

Her husband grinned at her. "You want it, cunt," he said. "Act like you 
don't, who gives a shit. You're going to get fucked just the same." 

"You mean it, Mister?" the paperboy asked again. "I can fuck her! In the 
cunt! Really?" 

"Sure, go on... fuck the piss out of her cunt!" Frank said. 

"But her panties are " 

"Tear the fucking things off," Frank answered. 

With a wicked laugh, the paperboy hooked his fingers into Linda's flimsy 
panties, and yanked. She heard them rip, and then they were in shreds, her 
creamy, beautiful ass completely revealed. 

"Hot shit!" the paperboy cried out, shoving his pants to his knees and 
climbing on the bed. "I never had this happen before! Gosh, this is gonna be 
good!" 

Feeling the boy between her open legs, Linda tried to reason with her 
husband, but every time she started to protest, he snapped at her. She 
closed her fingers tightly into fists, tears of humiliation streaming from 
her eyes now. She could feel the heat of her shame on every inch of her 
silky flesh. She pushed her face into the mattress, trying to hide from what 
was happening to her. 

She held her breath when she felt the swollen head of the paperboy's cock 
pushing at the soft lips of her cunt. She tried to clamp her pussy tightly, 
but the head of his prick moved into it. 

"Ahhhh, she's a hot one, all right!" the paperboy gasped as his cock plunged 
into her cunt. 

Linda cried out with the abuse, but the boy was fucking his cock in and out 
of her cunt fast, panting above her back. He fucked into her so hard, the 
bed shook. She attempted to twist her ass, but all that did was create 
excitement for the boy and her watching husband. She lay as still as she 
could, but the boy didn't seem to notice. His cock fucked time and again 
into her pussy, his lower stomach smacking against the soft swell of her 
ass, making a moist sound. Despite her sense of degradation, she could feel 
the shaft of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. His cock wasn't big, 
perhaps three- quarters the size of her husband's, but he was fucking very 
hard. 

"Hammer her fucking cunt!" Frank urged, his fist pumping faster on his cock. 
"Fuck that cunt, kid! She loves hard cock! Fuck her... make her piss! Ram 
your cock up her fucking hot cunt! Fuck her... fuck her... fuck her good!" 

Linda cried into the mattress. She couldn't stop this, but she could try to 
blot it from her mind. But even that couldn't be done. She kept feeling the 
rough penetration of the paperboy's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. 

"Can I feel her tits, Mister?" 

Linda moaned, feeling his cock deep in her, but not moving at the moment. 
She pushed her hips into the mattress, but that did no good. 

"Sure, play with her fucking tits!" Frank replied. 

Linda felt the boy's hands push beneath her body, cupping her tits. She 
cried out when he squeezed them, and began to brutally ram his cock up and 
down once more. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, hear his gasping 
pleasure. His cock seemed to be swelling inside her cunt, and she detected 
the stronger way it throbbed. He was getting ready to come inside her pussy, 
she realized. 

"Shoot it up her cunt!" Frank urged. 

"No!" Linda cried out, arching her ass in an attempt to dislodge his cock. 
"Don't you come in me!" 

But the paperboy was pounding his cock hard now, grunting against her neck, 
squeezing her firm titties with both hands. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he grunted. "I'm gonna come! I gotta come!" 

"No, you little bastard!" Linda almost screamed. 

But then it was happening. 

She felt his come-juice spurting into her pussy, each squirt like a boiling 
liquid along her cunt-walls, filling her with it. The boy had fucked into 
her cunt hard, holding it there, gushing wildly, moaning in ecstasy. To her 
surprise, she felt the tickling ripples of a growing orgasm. She fought 
against it, not wanting to come, not this way, not with this kid. 

The boy gave a final spurt of come-juice, then sank upon her back, gasping. 
Linda buried her face into the mattress, crying with humiliation, glad that 
she had not come with him. She didn't want him, and especially her husband, 
to have that satisfaction. 

"Get off me," she said, her voice muffled by the mattress. "Get off me right 
now." 

The boy pulled his cock out of her cunt and climbed from the bed. She turned 
her head sideways, and saw his cock shining with wetness as he pulled his 
pants up. 

"She sure is a fine piece of ass, Mister," the boy grinned at Frank. "Nice 
way to pay for the paper, too." The boy started to leave, then turned back 
to look one last time at Linda. "Lady, you're the most beautiful woman on my 
route. You fuck good, too." 

Frank, his cock still stiff and throbbing, put his hand on the boy's 
shoulder. "Maybe you can fuck her again sometime." 

"I sure would like that," the boy said. Linda cried as her husband went with 
the boy to the front door, his cock still hanging out of his pants in 
hardness. 

She didn't understand... not at all. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Frank returned, his cock still standing up hard. 

"Well, how did you like that, Linda?" 

"You're a bastard, Frank," she said. "Why did you let that kid do this to 
me? What is wrong with you?" 

"Nothing is wrong with me," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and 
stroking her naked ass. "Didn't you enjoy that fuck? He did, and I found it 
very exciting to watch." 

Linda remembered Frank had mentioned his desire to watch. It had been some 
time ago, and she had thought he had been fantasizing. Apparently, he had 
not. With a sinking feeling, she felt this was only the beginning, that he 
might bring the paperboy back into the bedroom again, to watch as he stood 
and pumped on his cock. 

"I feel like a whore," she said. 

"You are a whore, baby," Frank laughed softly. "A wiggly-assed whore with a 
hot cunt!" 

They had been married for a little over a year, but had been fucking for a 
year before that. She had thought Frank enjoyed the pleasure she gave him, 
the way she teased him, then took his cock and made him gush like a 
fountain. She had agreed to let him tie her up in the beginning because it 
was different, and she had enjoyed it. Now, it seemed the only time he 
enjoyed fucking her was when she was tied up and helpless. But until now, he 
had never called her names. He had even been gentle fucking her, and she had 
come and come, taking as much pleasure in being tied as he did. 

But this, this was different. 

He had tied her up and let the paperboy fuck her. 

That was degrading, and she felt soiled, dirty. No one had ever made her 
fuck anyone before. Always before, Linda had fucked whom she wanted, 
choosing her men in her own way. This was the first time a relative stranger 
had fucked her, and she didn't like it at all. 

"You're my little hot-assed whore," Frank was saying, caressing her naked 
ass. "You're going to be my little whore as often as I want, too." 

He picked up her torn panties, holding them out and looking at them. He 
spread the crotch so he could see it better. 

"Hey, I do think you were wet. Look at this," he said, showing her the 
wetness in the crotch of the torn panties. "I knew you wanted it, you 
whoring bitch!" 

Before Linda could move, Frank jammed the wet crotch of her panties into her 
mouth. 

"Suck that, cunt!" he hissed. 

Linda tried to hold her tongue away from the panties, but he had shoved them 
deep into her mouth. She tasted the wetness, tasted the juices of her own 
cunt on them. Frank leaned over, his eyes gleaming as she watched Linda try 
to push her panties from her mouth, but he held them there. 

"Suck your panties, cunt!" he said. "Have yourself a taste of your own 
fucking pussy!" 

Linda's eyes filled with humiliated tears again as she tasted the wetness. 
She didn't suck on the panties, nor did she move her tongue, but she could 
taste her pussy just the same. Holding her panties against her lips so she 
could push them from her mouth, Frank began squeezing her ass, one 
ass-cheek, then the other. Linda was horrified to feel herself getting 
excited. Come-juice dripped from her cunt, and she tried not to think of the 
paperboy. Her pussy twitched, and her clit started to swell. She pushed it 
gently to the mattress, feeling it tingle. Her tongue moved against the 
nylon of her panties, and her lips began to suck at them before she realized 
what she was doing. When she did, she stopped immediately. 

"That's enough," Frank said, yanking the panties from her mouth. 

When he began to untie her, she breathed with relief, but it was 
short-lived. All he had done was turn her onto her back and retie her, still 
spread-legged. Her shapely tits lifted up with firm nipples. Frank looked 
down at her awhile, seeing her scarlet garter belt, the thick mass of hair 
that surrounded her juicy cunt. He saw her clit poking up, and with a low 
laugh, pinched it. 

"Owww, Frank! Don't! That hurt!" She cried out. "Why... why are you hurting 
me?" 

"Because you're a fucking whore, Linda," he said. "I told you." 

"I'm not!" she protested. 

He gave her tender clit another painful pinch, making her cry out. Then he 
stepped back, and began to undress. His cock stood out firm, and hard, 
dripping from the slit of his piss-hole. Linda easily saw his excitement, 
and not just because he had raging hard-on, either. It was in his eyes, a 
glittering excitement she had not seen before. 

Her hands were pulled up and out, again tied to the corners of the bed. Her 
legs were spread wide, her cunt exposed, still seeping come-juice from the 
paperboy's cock. Her skirt was bunched about her narrow waist, and her 
shapely, young tits thrust upward. She excited her husband, she knew, but 
she also knew he was excited because the paperboy had fucked her. She was 
hurt, disgusted with him. She didn't want anything to do with him, at least 
right now. She wanted a bath, a long, hot bath, and she wanted to wash her 
cunt very much, rid it of the come-juice. 

Frank leaned over the bed, closing his hands about her tits. At first he 
fondled them in the gentle way she enjoyed, but then he began to squeeze. He 
watched her face, grinning wickedly, as the pain started. 

"Don't hurt me, Frank," she said as the pain started. "Please, don't hurt 
me. You know my tits are tender." 

With a low laugh, he took a nipple between his thumbs and forefinger, and 
began to squeeze them both. The harder the pressure, the bigger Linda's eyes 
became. She was determined not to cry out, sensing that that was what he 
wanted her to do. 

But she couldn't help it. 

The pain became excruciating. She screamed in pain. 

"Ahhh, that's more like it, cunt!" he said, turning her nipples loose. 

"God, don't do that again, please!" she sobbed. "It hurt terribly. Frank, 
what has come over you?" 

"Nothing has come over me, bitch," he said. "It's you. I refuse to allow my 
wife to shake her hot ass around town, showing it off to every man she sees. 
You have to be punished for that, Linda." 

"But I don't--" The words were chopped off by her scream. 

Frank had slapped her naked tits, hard. 

"You do!" he snarled. "If I say you do, you do, understand?" 

She cried pitifully, trying to turn her face from him. He cupped her chin 
and jerked it back. "Don't try to hide from me, bitch! You look at me when 
I'm talking!" 

He stood up, his cock straining outward. 

"See this hard-on?" he said, grasping his cock at the base. "This is what 
you do to every man on the fucking street... make him hard, just like this. 
You have to do something about it, Linda. You can't give a guy a hard-on and 
turn away, you know. That isn't nice at all. You have to do something about 
it when you make a guy's cock hard." 

She wanted to remind him that she always took care of his hard-on, but 
sensed that that would do no good, except make him worse. 

"Suck it!" he demanded. 

Linda had sucked his cock before. She had enjoyed sucking his cock, even 
taking a special delight when he came in her mouth. But she wanted nothing 
to do with it right now. She wanted nothing to do with him, right now. She 
clamped her lips tightly. 

Frank rubbed his cock back and forth, smearing her lips with her seeping 
fuck-juices. She felt the familiar heat of his cock on her mouth, and her 
cunt reacted. 

Her mouth opened. 

"Ahhh, nice," Frank said as his cock slipped past her smooth, moist lips. 
"Suck it nicely, Linda. Suck my cock the way you love to suck cock. I'll 
give you a hot mouthful of come- juice!" 

He leaned over her, stretching out above her head, his cock inside her 
mouth. He stood on his hands and knees, looking beneath his body at her 
rounded lips sucking on his cock. His balls dangled, heavy and very full, 
hairy. His cock was long, very thick, and it filled her mouth and burned her 
lips. She moved her tongue about his smooth cock-head, then across his 
piss-hole, tasting his fuck-juices. She lifted her head to take more of his 
throbbing cock into her mouth. 

"Oh, you want more cock, do you?" Frank said, pushing down slowly and 
watching her take half his cock into her mouth. That was all she had ever 
managed to suck on before. If she took any more, his cock choked her. 

The back of her head rested on the mattress as he pushed his cock into her 
mouth, and she moaned softly as the fullness excited her. She felt her cunt 
throbbing, her clit standing up from the soft curls of pussy-hair. She 
twisted her ass gently as her husband began to fuck up and down, using her 
mouth like her cunt. She didn't fight the ropes--she never fought them. Part 
of the pleasure was feeling helpless, unable to prevent him doing anything 
he wanted with her body. 

Then Frank began to fuck her mouth vigorously. 

Linda sobbed softly with pleasure, her tongue twisting and lapping as her 
lips sucked. 

"Go for it, cunt!" Frank called in a thick voice. 

But he was thrusting too hard, too deep. 

She began to choke and gag. 

Her eyes flashed a frantic warning at him, a means to tell him he was going 
too deep, that it was uncomfortable to her. But Frank paid no attention to 
her desperate eyes. He fucked his cock up and down, his cock-head banging 
into her throat. She struggled to breathe as he lifted, but she only got a 
little air before his cock cut her throat off again. She tried to open her 
lips wide, but his cock was very thick. His balls came closer and closer to 
her face, his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

Frank shoved his hand to her cunt, running his fingers through the soft hair 
and the lips of her pussy. All the time he fucked brutally at her aching 
mouth. Linda struggled to breathe, but it was difficult. She felt his 
fingers rubbing her clit, and she arched her cunt to them, feeling the 
sweetness of excitement, despite his cock choking her. 

"Suck it, cunt-face!" he demanded in a thick voice. "Suck my cock with your 
fucking cunt- mouth! You whore... you bitch... you fucking cock-sucker! Eat 
my prick, you little hot-assed whore!" 

He began to fuck her mouth hard and brutally now, driving it completely into 
her throat. His balls slapped at her cheek, and Linda couldn't breathe. Her 
eyes bulged, and she sucked as hard as she could in an effort to hurry him 
along, hoping to make him come before she passed out from lack of air. 

She felt him starting to pinch her clit. At first it felt sort of nice, but 
then he was pinching harder, pulling and twisting, hurting her. She jerked 
her hips down, but he clung to her clit with tight fingers, pinching as hard 
as he could. Linda couldn't even scream--her mouth was stuffed by his very 
hard cock. 

Frank began to grunt and gasp, his cock pounding at her mouth. Her lips were 
starting to feel bruised, and it felt as if his hot, heavy balls were going 
to leave her cheek red from the way it slapped at it. Her clit was aching as 
her husband twisted it cruelly. She shot her hips up, then down, but he 
clamped that much harder on her clit. 

"I'm going to come in your cock-sucking mouth, bitch!" Frank groaned, 
humping faster and faster. "I'm going to fill your cunt-mouth with 
come-juice, you whore!" 

Desperately, Linda sucked. 

Her clit felt as if he was about to tear it off. It was on fire, and her 
cunt didn't feel good at all now. All she felt was that excruciating pain 
between her thighs, and choke for air as his cock rammed into her throat. 

The scalding gush of come-juice exploded suddenly inside her mouth. She 
tried to swallow, but he was coming so much. Her mouth filled and the creamy 
fuck-juice ran from her stretched lips, over her cheeks and chin. She gasped 
and choked, getting some into her throat. When her husband came, he had 
yanked at her clit very hard. 

Frank slumped down on her, his cock in her mouth, but thankfully starting to 
soften. The ache in her jaws lessened, and he was no longer pinching her 
clit. Still, the pain was there. After a moment longer, Frank pulled his 
cock from her mouth and sat on the bed. 

Linda cried softly, tears staining her beautiful cheeks, mixing with the 
come-juice that covered her face from below her nose. 

"You look natural now," Frank said. "Come-juice dripping out of your fucking 
cunt and mouth. All you teasing whores love it that way. You can't get 
enough of cock." 

Linda said nothing. 

She felt so used, so dirty, so humiliated. 

She turned her face from him. 

Frank left her, and Linda cried softly for a long time, trying to 
understand, not knowing why her husband was doing this to her. She knew she 
didn't tease men, didn't waggle her ass for them. That accidental exposure 
of her tits had made him very mad, and he refused to believe it had been an 
accident. Linda knew she would never have done something like that 
deliberately. 

She heard him returning, but kept her face toward the wall. 

She felt him sitting down on the bed, and then his hand was stroking her 
thigh. 

"I like to see you in nylons and a garter belt, Linda," he said, almost in 
the way she remembered him. "You look so sexy and hot." 

"Don't touch me," she said before she could herself. 

"What? Are you telling me what I can't do?" She cringed as he took a handful 
of her cunt- hair, and began to pull at it. She held her breath, and then 
screamed when he yanked at her pussy-hair. 

"I'll touch you if I want to, cunt," he said. "You can't do anything about 
it. You're a whore, and I'm your husband. I can touch you if I want to touch 
you. I can whip your hot ass... twist your fucking tits... slap the piss out 
of your cunt, if I want." 

She felt the bed move, and turned her head to face him. Frank was standing 
on the bed, between her legs. She saw him wave his cock, and her eyes filled 
with horror as she understood. "Frank, don't you dare!" 

"Oh, I dare, okay," he grinned at her. "I'll show you I can do anything I 
want with you." He sent a long, hot burst of piss over her thighs. 

"Frank!" She gasped in shock. 

He laughed. "You see, cunt? I can even piss on you if I want to!" 

"Oh, God, this is humiliating!" Linda cried out. "Please, stop!" 

"Fuck you, whore!" he snapped, and sprayed hot piss up her thighs and onto 
her cunt. 

The soft hairs of Linda's pussy became soaked, matting to her flesh. She 
felt his piss scalding the sensitive lips of her cunt. Her face turned a 
furious red with shame, and she twisted against the ropes, trying to get 
free again. She felt his piss sting the lips of her cunt, her clit. She felt 
it run hotly along the slit of her pussy and over her creamy ass, even into 
her cunt- crack. Tears of degradation filled her eyes. 

She felt the stream move up from her cunt, over her exposed stomach. Her 
garter belt was drenched, then her blouse. She felt his piss spurting over 
her tits, making her nipples sting. She turned her head as far to one side 
as she could, afraid of what was next. 

She heard her husband laugh as he pissed on her. 

"Fucking whore!" he said. "Piss on you, whore! Piss on all you fucking, 
cock-teasing whores!" 

He pissed into her face. 

Linda gasped, sobbing with shame. 

She felt her hair become drenched in his piss, felt it splashing about her 
ear, her cheek. Then it ran across her face, her lips. She pressed her lips 
tightly together, her breathing caught. She was coated in his piss, from her 
knees to her head. Piss dripped and ran from her body, her blouse and skirt 
soaked in it. Her husband, standing between her thighs, laughed at her 
shame. 

The stream moved from her face now, slowly. She felt it once again on her 
tits, then her stomach, finally on her cunt. 

Then it was over. 

He had finished pissing on her. 

She felt him step off the bed, and in a very small voice, asked: "Untie me 
now, Frank." 

"Untie you? Why should I untie you, Linda?" 

"But... the bed is wet," she complained. "I need a bath." 

"I didn't think whores took baths," he laughed. "You can sleep in the 
fucking piss for all I care." 

"But... where will you sleep?" 

"On the couch," he said. "No decent man would sleep all night with a fucking 
whore, not in a bed full of piss." 

She watched him gather up his clothing and leave the room. 

His ass... only a few days ago she would have eagerly kissed that ass of 
his, licked it for him, even. But now... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Linda mewled in the tub. 

It was the next day, and her husband finally turned her loose. He had said 
nothing to her, and as soon as she was loose, she ran to the bathroom and 
filled the tub with the hottest water she could stand, and climbed into it. 

She rested her head on the rim, the hot water covering her body completely. 
Her clit still ached, but not badly. The water seemed to soothe it. She 
washed her face. The come-juice and piss had dried there. It was in her 
hair, too, but she wanted to soak awhile before washing it. Frank had gone 
to work, leaving the remains of his breakfast on the table. 

She didn't know what happened to Frank, and all he did was call her whore 
and cunt. She couldn't even talk to him, she felt. 

After her bath, she shampooed her hair, then dressed. She put on an 
attractive skirt and blouse, with a black garter belt and fishnet nylons. It 
was only when she was preparing her own breakfast that she realized what she 
had on. Although she had worn them often, and her husband had enjoyed seeing 
her in them, she didn't know what to expect from him now. She had finished 
breakfast by the time she realized she had not put on panties. There was no 
way she could let him find that out. She returned to her room, made a face 
at the bed, and selected a pair of fresh panties. She slipped into them. 
Like all her panties, they were very skimpy, revealing and tight. 

Then she busied herself cleaning the bed, stripping the sheets and blankets. 
The mattress was okay--her husband had put a protective covering over it. 
She stared at it, the evidence that he had planned on pissing on her before 
it actually happened. 

She had shopping to do, but found herself afraid to go out. That was 
something new-- Frank knew she had to shop, and he had never said anything 
when she went out of the house. But things were different now. He accused 
her of teasing men, of being a whore. If he knew she had left the house, he 
could start it all over again when he came home. Linda didn't want that. 

She settled herself down with a book, nervous and apprehensive. 

After a couple of hours reading, she found herself drowsy. Placing the book 
down, she stretched on the couch, closing her eyes to take a nap. 

Linda came awake swiftly. 

Startled, she cried out as her hands were grabbed. 

"What's... " She saw her husband, Frank, looming over her. 

"You fucking bitch!" he snarled at her. "I can't even go to work and leave 
you alone." 

"But I was napping," she protested as he pulled her arms over the arm of the 
couch above her head. 

"With your fucking dress up!" he snapped. "Always showing your hot fucking 
ass! Always... you just have to show it off, don't you, whore?" 

"I don't know what you mean," she protested, feeling her arms about to 
separate from her shoulders. She twisted, but it didn't help. 

She kicked her feet, but all it did was make her long legs scissor open and 
close. 

As she thrashed her head, she caught a glimpse of someone else in the room. 
She suddenly froze. Frank had brought a friend home. Realizing the man was 
watching Frank yank her arms back over the arm of the couch, and that her 
slim thighs were revealed from her thrashing, Linda began to blush. 

"Frank, there's someone--" 

"I know, whore!" her husband snapped into her face. "We came in and saw you 
all laid out, your dress up, showing those pretty pan- ties. You're a whore, 
just like I said!" 

"But I was sleeping! I didn't know you were bringing anyone home!" Linda 
cried with shame. "Let me put my skirt down, Frank." 

"A little late for that," he replied, quickly tying her hands together. 
"We've already seen your hot ass, Linda." 

After tying her wrists together, he held her hands and grabbed her hair, 
jerking her upright. Linda screamed with the pain. Her husband held her on 
the couch, yanking her head back so she was staring at the ceiling. She 
pressed her thighs together in a feeble effort to conceal her crotch. But 
her long, silky thighs were showing in her nylons, as were the lacy and 
tight panties. Tears blurred her vision as she realized this was going to be 
a repeat of the day before. 

When Frank relaxed the grip on her head, she looked at the man, her teary 
eyes pleading for assistance. But when she saw his cock straining inside his 
pants, she knew there would be no help from him. His face was twisted with 
desire, and his eyes literally burned on her helpless body. She had never 
seen him before--he was a complete stranger. How could her husband humiliate 
her this way in front of a stranger? she cried inwardly. How could he 
degrade her in front of someone else? 

"Linda, I have to punish you," Frank said, almost conversationally, ruining 
his palm affectionately over her cheek. "You know I have to punish you. 
You're not very ladylike, sleeping with your dress up that way." 

"But it... I didn't know it was up," she sobbed. 

The watching man snickered, and Linda turned her face away and down, 
intensely embarrassed, unable to look at him. 

"Get on the coffee table!" her husband said in a harsh voice. 

"No, please!" Linda begged. "Not with him... watching." 

"Get your ass on the table!" Frank snapped, jerking her hair. 

Linda screamed as she quickly sat on the coffee table, trying to understand 
this drastic change in her husband. 

"No, don't sit on it," Frank said. "On your hands and knees, like the bitch 
dog you are." When she had stood and moved to the coffee table, her skirt 
had fallen over her legs, and Linda didn't want to move again. But she had 
no choice. Her husband was pulling her down sideways on the table. He pulled 
at her hair so hard, she twisted onto her stomach in an effort to lessen the 
pain. She lay flat on the table, her hands pulled over the end of it, her 
legs across the other end. Her tits flattened under her weight. Untying her 
hands, he jerked on the corner of the table, and quickly secured it there. 
Linda thought about swinging at him with her free hand, but realized that 
might earn her a punch. He then tied her other hand to the opposite corner. 

From somewhere, Linda found a little strength, and began to kick her feet. 

"Grab her legs!" her husband said to the watching, leering man. "Grab her 
fucking feet and hold them down." 

Quickly, her ankles were grasped, and Linda couldn't kick. Her tits were 
against the coffee table, and her cheek rested on it, tears flowing with 
shame from her eyes. She felt the man pull her feet apart, then heard him 
chuckle. "Nice, very nice," he said. 

Linda could feel his eyes looking up between her spread legs, seeing her 
pantied crotch. She tried to close her legs, but held them too tight. 

"Look all you want," her husband said. "Linda is always showing it to 
somebody. You might as well see it, too." 

"Are you sure we can do this, Frank?" the man asked. 

"I told you, didn't I?" Frank replied. "My wife is a bitch, a whore. She 
wants to be a whore, I'll help her be a whore." 

"You know, Frank, when you told me about her today, I didn't believe it," 
the man said. "Now, I believe it! Oh, I surely believe she is a little 
whore!" 

Linda wondered what and how much her husband had told this man. Frank must 
not love her, she thought, if he could talk about her this way, do these 
horrible things to her. She felt hands on her skirt, then it was shoved to 
her waist. Her ass was exposed, and the bikini pan- ties concealed little or 
nothing. She felt every inch of her silky flesh burning with shame. 

"Nice ass," the man said. "A very nice ass." 

"Hot, too," she heard Frank reply. "My wife probably has the hottest ass in 
town. The paperboy yesterday said it was the best fuck he'd ever had!" 

The man snickered again. 

"It was probably his only piece of ass," Frank laughed. 

"Maybe I could sort of heat it up a bit more?" the man asked. 

"Sure, go ahead," Frank consented. "She needs to be punished, and who does 
it makes no difference." 

The man turned her ankles loose, and with a powerful swing, slammed his palm 
across Linda's vulnerable ass. 

Linda screamed, the pain searing her creamy flesh. The panties afforded no 
protection at all, "We're going to have to gag her," Frank said. "We don't 
want anyone hearing her scream." 

"Good idea," the man said, rubbing his hand over her flaming ass. "Christ, 
man... your wife's ass is sweet, beautiful. It's almost a shame to mak5; it 
so red." 

"She has to be punished," Frank insisted. 

"Oh, yes! She needs to be punished," the man replied. "It will be a pleasure 
to warm it up!" 

They were going to beat her! Linda began to thrash again, her legs jerking 
as she struggled at the ropes holding her hands to the legs of the coffee 
table. 

"Grab her fucking legs!" Frank said. "I'm going to gag her." 

Again her legs were held open by the powerful hands of the strange man. She 
felt her husband lift her head by pulling at her hair, then something was 
jammed into her mouth, blocking her screams of protest. She felt him tie it 
behind her head, and now all she could do was grunt and moan. 

Their hands pulled her panties down and off her feet. Next they pushed her 
knees beneath her body, lifting her ass in the air. They tied her ankles to 
each side of the coffee table, then her knees. Her crotch was showing, 
vulnerable. Linda sobbed against the gag, knowing very well they were 
staring at her naked ass and cunt now. She could hear them talking in low 
voices, but she couldn't make out the words. 

"She has a juicy cunt," the man said. 

"Juicy and hot," her husband replied. 

A hand touched her pussy. Linda cringed, trying to tuck her cunt under. The 
hand moved up and down, feeling her cunt, then her ass, back to her pussy 
again. She groaned pitifully against the gag, tears of degradation flowing 
from her eyes. 

She felt a rope being placed around her back, then drawn beneath the coffee 
table. She didn't understand the purpose of it until the rope was drawn 
tight, then she knew. This caused her back to bow, forcing her naked ass 
higher, making her cunt pooch from her thighs. Her skirt was pulled to her 
waist, and she cried in shame to know they could see her pussy and ass, even 
her asshole because her position parted her silky ass-cheeks. 

"Mmmm, look at that!" the man said, making a smacking sound. "You sure have 
a beautiful wife, Frank, but seeing her this way, I could almost come in my 
fucking pants!" 

"Play with her while I get us a couple of beers," Frank said. 

"Oh, my pleasure!" 

Linda couldn't move. She could swing her ass a bit, but she didn't dare do 
that. It would inflame them more, she knew very well. It was bad enough to 
be tied in this exposed, humiliating position. There was no way she wanted 
them to think she enjoyed it. But her sobbing caused her body to shake, 
which in turn made her ass move. 

"Pretty little lady," the man said, caressing the cheeks of her ass with 
eager hands. "Pretty little lady with a pretty little cunt. You have a 
beautiful ass, little lady," he went on, and then cupped her cunt, squeezing 
it. The pressure increased. Then he was squeezing her cunt painfully. 
"Pretty and hot and juicy, and so hairy!" 

Now it began to hurt. Linda sobbed, and the man dug his fingers into her 
cunt brutally. Linda screamed, but it came out as a moan. The man laughed 
wickedly, and without warning, rammed his fingers into her cunt very hard. 
Linda thought they went to her stomach, and she screamed against the gag 
again. 

"Here, drink this," she heard her husband say when he returned. 

"Your wife has a tight cunt, Frank," the man said, swallowing the cold beer. 
"Very tight and wet!" 

"She has the cunt of a whore!" Frank said. "All fucking whores have wet 
cunts!" 

"Are we going to spank her ass?" the man wanted to know. 

"Go ahead," Frank replied. 

Linda sobbed with shame. Her husband was going to allow this man, a man she 
had never seen before, spank her! She couldn't believe this was happening to 
her, that Frank could be so cruel. 

A blow lashed across her naked ass. Linda's eyes bulged as the pain burned 
through her. Before she could scream against the gag, another blow landed 
across her ass. It felt as if her flesh was on fire, it hurt so bad. 

"Use your belt," Frank said, his voice showing his excitement. "Use your 
belt on her fucking hot ass! That'll warm it up nice." 

Linda felt as if she were in a nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. She 
heard the rustle of clothing, and sucked her cunt inward. The men apparently 
noticed, because they laughed. 

"Look at her cunt suck wind," the man said. "Frank, your wife is going to be 
a fine piece of ass, a real fuck!" 

"Beat her ass first," Frank said. "Punish her for being a fucking whore, 
then we fuck her!" 

Linda was in no position to complain. It would be like the day before, all 
over again. Her husband would watch this strange man fuck her, use her cunt, 
and become excited and then force her to give him pleasure. At this moment, 
she hated her husband, hated him with a passion. She could take it when he 
tied her up--that had been sort of fun, but he was inviting others to abuse 
her. That she didn't like or want. 

"Go on, use your belt on her fucking ass," Frank said. 

The man caressed the creamy flesh of Linda's ass. 

"Such a pretty little ass," he said. Then he moved his fingers along the 
crack of her parted ass-cheeks. 

Linda's asshole reacted to the touch by clenching, which only made the man 
laugh. 

The belt lashed. 

Linda screamed, so hard, the sound almost came through the gag. Her ass felt 
as if it had been slicked open. Again and again the belt lashed at her naked 
flesh, and the pain became so fiery, her flesh turned almost numb. She was 
crying with pain, a small pool of tears on the top of the coffee table 
beneath her face. She was thankful when the man stopped hitting her. 

"I'm first," Frank said, opening his pants. "Damn, watching her ass turn red 
gave me a hard-on!" 

"Gave you a hard-on?" the man snickered. "I'm about to come in my fucking 
pants! Hurry up, I want a piece of that ass, too!" 

Linda whimpered as she felt her husband pushing his cock into her cunt from 
behind. Her ass was high, and he could stand behind her and fuck his cock 
into her pussy with comfort. She felt his hardness penetrated her cunt 
swiftly, his swollen cock-head pushing her tender cunt-lips apart. Then she 
felt his balls bang against her crotch, and he was deep inside her pussy. 

"Fuck that cunt!" the man called excitedly. "Fuck her in that hot cunt! I 
can't wait for my turn!" 

The man moved in front of Linda's head, and she saw, through her tears, the 
size of his cock. It stood from his open pants, looking enormous. His 
cock-head was very big, and he was dripping so much, she was sure he was 
dribbling piss. 

Frank rammed his cock back and forth, gripping her hips, pounding at her 
with his hard cock. The fleshy sounds seemed as loud as the belt had when he 
drove into her. She could feel the length of his cock go so deep, feel it 
throb between the lips of her cunt. Although her ass still burned with pain, 
and she felt so shameful, Linda began to experience a measure of delightful 
sensations in her cunt. She felt her clit swell, knotting with tingling 
hardness. She fought to keep from feeling any pleasure, not wanting to feel 
pleasure. 

The man stood a few feet from her face, stroking his cock as he watched 
Frank's cock probing in and out of Linda's hairy cunt. He could see the wet 
lips of her pussy clinging to the shaft of Frank's prick, see the glistening 
wetness. And, he could watch her asshole pucker and flex from the thrust of 
Frank's cock. Linda was afraid the man would become so excited he would 
shove his cock to her face, maybe into her mouth. She turned her head in the 
opposite direction so she wouldn't have to look at him. 

"Is it good?" she heard the man say. 

"The best," Frank grunted, ramming very hard into his wife's cunt. "The 
hottest and tightest! My wife is a damned good fuck!" 

"Ohhhh, shit, hurry up!" the man cried out. "I've got a hard-on that is 
killing me! Hurry and let me have a piece of her ass!" 

"You'll get your turn," Frank said, gasping as he pounded his cock back and 
forth, fucking her with brutal strokes. "You fuck her when I'm finished!" 

Linda cried silently. She managed to curl her fingers into tight fists and 
squeezed them. She felt so degraded, so ashamed, of being seen in this 
wanton position, being fucked by her husband while this strange man watched, 
waiting for his turn to fuck her. She wondered if she could do something to 
hurry Frank up, get it over with. But then, if she managed that, she would 
find herself begging to be fucked by this man. She wondered if it would be 
worth it to rush them through it, and maybe then they would untie her and 
allow her to cover her nakedness. What Linda wanted to do was cover her 
head, to hide from what her husband was forcing on her, hide her deep, 
burning sense of humiliation. 

"Ahhhh, this whore has a hot cunt!" Frank gasped, lunging brutally into 
Linda's cunt. "Her fucking pussy is going to burn my cock off! It's that 
hot!" 

"Hurry, man! Hurry up... I'm about to come watching you!" 

"Slap her ass!" Frank yelped. "Slap her fucking ass a couple of times!" 

Linda's breath caught as she waited for the pain. Each time her husband 
thrust into her cunt, he seemed to tighten the ropes holding her hands and 
ankles, her knees, even the one around her back. 

The blow came. 

It stung painfully. She cried against the gag, unable to make any sound 
other than grunts and moans. 

"Again!" her husband called out excitedly. 

"That makes her cunt tighten up real nice! Slap her fucking ass again!" 

The blows rained up on her jutting, naked ass, the pain searing her flesh as 
her husband pounded faster and faster into her cunt. Through her pain she 
could hear the strange man breathing hard, and his cock rubbed along her 
thigh, leaving wet trails. She heard her husband gasping, telling her he was 
about to come. 

When the blows stopped, her husband gripped her hips, his fingers digging at 
her flesh. He buried his cock as deep as he could into her tender cunt, and 
then came. Linda felt his cock gushing, spraying her cunt with his scalding 
fuck-juices. For the first time in her life, she hated it. Her ass burned 
fiercely, and she was tied in this lewd, degrading position, and he was 
squirting come-juice into her cunt while a man she had never seen in her 
life stood and laughed at her embarrassment, waiting his turn. 

With a shudder, her cunt closed when Frank pulled his cock from it. She felt 
his fuck-juices seeping from her, running along her inner thighs, the 
evidence of her humiliations. Her face had been turned toward her couch, 
away from the man with his cock out of his pants, and she saw her husband 
slump onto it. His pants were at his ankles, and his cock was limp and wet 
from her cunt. Her eyes blurred with shamed tears. She whimpered in fear and 
pain, unable to look Frank in the face, something that seemed to delight 
him. 

"Fucking whore," he mumbled. 

"My turn?" the man asked from behind her raised ass. 

"Have a ball," her husband replied, offering Linda's succulent body to him 
with a wave of his hand. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Linda trembled as the man ran his hands over her body. 

He managed to shove one beneath her and cup a tit. At first he fondled her 
almost tenderly, but his fingers started squeezing. At first, the pain 
wasn't bad, but then he squeezed quickly and hard. Linda groaned against the 
gag, her eyes expressing her pain. 

The man squatted at the side of the coffee table, his fingers digging 
brutally at her tit. His other hand moved about her uplifted ass, feeling 
the smoothness of her flesh, her thigh. He dragged the tip of one finger 
along her spreading ass-crack, touching her asshole lightly. Linda's body 
jerked when he touched her asshole, and the tears flowed wetly. 

How could her husband sit there and watch this? How could he expose her body 
to a complete stranger? How could he sit there with such a happy face and 
watch as this man touched her so intimately, hurt her? The man who had 
promised to cherish and love and protect her... letting a man she had never 
seen in her life do these horrible things to her--how could he do it? 

Frank was not only letting the man do it, he was encouraging him. 

"Poke your finger up her ass," he said. 

"Hey, you sure?" 

"Hell, she's just a whore, isn't she?" Frank replied. "Do any fucking thing 
you want with her!" 

"She's going to be pretty pissed off at you, you know." 

"Who gives a shit?" Frank replied. "She has to be punished for flashing her 
ass, and she knows it. She can be as pissed off as she wants... she can't do 
anything about it." 

The man moved to Linda's ass. She closed her eyes, a feeble means of hiding 
from what they were doing to her. She felt the man running his hands about 
her ass, her thighs. He seemed to be unusually interested in the split of 
her ass, her asshole. He touched it often, probing and rubbing gently. 

"God, she has a pretty ass!" the man said, cupping each ass-cheek and 
squeezing. "I don't think I've ever seen such a cute ass in my life. You're 
a lucky man, fucking this any time you want to." 

"Yeah, I guess she has a pretty ass," Frank replied as if he didn't really 
care. "It's a hot ass, that's for sure. How about another beer?" 

"Sounds good," the man's voice came from behind Linda's ass. She felt his 
breath on her naked flesh, hot and eager. 

She heard her husband leave the room. 

"Such a cute ass," the man said, almost to himself. "So pretty and white and 
smooth!" 

He probed her asshole, pushing at the crinkle. Linda groaned and twisted her 
ass, which wasn't much since she was tied so tightly. The man laughed as her 
asshole drew tight against his fingertip. 

"You like that, lady?" 

Linda refused to make a sound. 

His finger pushed at her asshole, and she clenched it as tight as she could. 
The man pulled his finger away, and she started to relax. But then her eyes 
flew open in shock. The man had his mouth on her ass, pressing his lips to 
her asshole, sucking at it, kissing it feverishly. Linda struggled against 
this wicked thing, but the more she struggled, the harder the man kissed her 
asshole. Then her eyes almost popped from her head. 

The man shoved his tongue up her ass. 

He had his tongue deep inside her asshole and darted it in and out. 

Linda's face burned with embarrassment. She was afraid something would 
happen, something that would degrade her even more. 

"You like that ass, don't you?" she heard Frank say as he returned. 

"Mmmmm," the man moaned, not pulling his face away. 

Linda saw her husband sit back on the couch, a beer in his hand. His eves 
showed his excitement as he watched this man burying his face into her ass, 
licking it, sucking it, probing it with his tongue. She noticed Frank's cock 
starting to stiffen up as he sipped the beer, his eyes taking on a glaze of 
perverse pleasure. 

"Watch out she doesn't fart in your face," Frank said, his voice low with 
strange passion. 

The man's tongue pulled from her asshole, and Linda heard him give a nasty 
laugh. "If she farts in my face, I'll knock her fucking tits off!" 

Frank laughed, agreeing with the man. 

Almost as if their words had been a trigger, Linda farted. 

It was a long, loud, wet fart. Her face flamed with shame, and the two men 
laughed wildly. 

"You see what I mean?" Frank said. "Now, if you had your tongue up her ass 
then, it would be on fire right now." 

The man was standing up behind her ass now. He held her ass-cheeks in his 
palms. 

"I'm going to plug her ass up," Linda heard him say. "We can't have her 
cutting these farts, can we?" 

"No," Frank laughed. "The only way I know to stop them is shove your cock up 
her asshole." 

"That's just what I'm going to do." 

Linda strained and struggled against the ropes. She knew this was going to 
hurt, hurt terribly bad. She had never been fucked in her ass before, and 
her husband had never shown any interest in doing so. But he was telling 
this man to fuck her in the ass now. She cried against the gag, fighting 
against her binds, only making rope burns on her sensitive flesh. She 
couldn't prevent this outrage. 

Thinking it might not hurt so much if she could relax, Linda allowed every 
muscle in her slender body to go flaccid. If the man would go slow, maybe it 
would help. She bit into the gag, crying silently, afraid of the impending 
pain, afraid because she couldn't prevent this from happening, afraid 
because she didn't know what her husband would do next with her. 

She gasped when she felt the men's cock rubbing up and down the crack of her 
ass. She had been hoping they had been trying to frighten her by talking 
that way, but they meant it. She felt the big head of the man's cock pushing 
at her asshole, and Linda bit hard at the gag, not breathing. She squeezed 
her eyes shut. She felt the head of his cock press against the crinkle of 
her virgin asshole, but so far he wasn't hurting her. 

Then the man lunged. 

Linda's eyes almost came out of her head and she screamed into the gag. Her 
asshole felt as if it had been sliced up and down, cut wide open. The fire 
seared her, and the pain was excruciating. She thought she was going to 
faint from it. Her intention of relaxing didn't help. When the man fucked 
his cock into her asshole so suddenly, it had clenched in reflex, and that 
made the pain worse. 

The man buried his throbbing cock all the way into her asshole, his hairy 
balls smashed upon her cunt. Linda thought she could feel it coming from her 
throat, choking her. Her asshole refused to relax, gripping his cock like a 
vise. The pain seared her from head to toe, and she screamed against the 
gag. 

"Ahhh, tight!" the man moaned in pleasure. "Tight and hot!" 

Linda's mind reeled with the pain. She could hardly stand it. She bit as 
hard as she could into the gag, but it didn't help the pain. Her fingers cut 
into her palms as she made fists. 

After what seemed a long time, the pain became more bearable. She opened her 
tear- filled eyes and saw her husband, his expression filled with pleasure. 
His cock had jerked into full hardness. 

"Fuck her ass!" Frank urged in a thick voice. "Fuck her Goddamn ass! Ream 
her hot asshole!" 

"Oh, yeah!" the man agreed with an ecstatic sound. 

As he pulled his cock back, it felt like a dull knife cutting the tender 
tissues of her asshole. She was sure she had been sliced open. The man 
pulled his cock all the way out of her asshole, and some of the pain faded, 
but only slightly. But then the man plunged once more, driving his cock just 
as deeply, just as brutally, his balls smacking against her cunt. Linda 
screamed over and over, the sound stopped by the gag. 

"Ohhhh, good!" the man grunted, shoving his cock back and forth. "Hot and 
tight and so fucking good!" 

His cock darted in and out of Linda's aching asshole, the friction fiery. 
Each time he entered her, his balls smacked her cunt, hard. The pain, 
surprisingly, began to fade almost completely. 

Linda continued to cry, only softly now. Her asshole was stretched, very 
stretched, and it felt as if it had been stuffed to capacity. The whole idea 
of having a cock in her ass, fucking her in this degrading manner, was more 
humiliating and embarrassing to her than the pain. And to have her husband 
watch it, to urge the man on... 

"Ram it to her!" Frank growled. "Ram her hot fucking asshole! Fuck her up 
the ass! Goddamn cunt whore... rip her hot ass open!" 

The swift movement of the man's cock inside her asshole no longer hurt, but 
the degradation was just as bad. The ring of her asshole seemed to stretch 
to accommodate his cock now, and she felt the hardness of him throbbing 
against it. His hairy balls smacked wetly upon the puffy lips of her cunt, 
and to Linda's horror, her clit began to respond, and each time his balls 
banged upon her cunt, her hairy cunt-lips would flex, as if trying to grab 
them. She felt a deep shame, more so because she was enjoying it suddenly. 
Not being tied and helpless, but the feel of that long, thick cock rubbing 
along the ring of her asshole, fucking her in the most intimate opening of 
her body. 

"Oh, shit!" the man grunted. "This is good ass! So fucking tight... it 
really wraps around my cock!" 

"I told you she was a good fuck," Frank said. 

"She's like all whores--she'll take a hard cock any place you want to stick 
it. She can't get enough hard cock! Ram it to her hot fucking ass!" 

The man made grunting sounds as he increased the speed of his cock. The 
friction of it along the ring of her ass sent a tremor of unwanted pleasure 
through Linda's body. She didn't want to come, but she was afraid that was 
going to happen. Her nipples scraped against the top of the coffee table as 
the man buffeted against her ass. If only his balls weren't slapping her 
cunt, Linda felt she would come. She wanted to come, but she didn't want to 
come, either. She didn't want to give her husband, nor this man, the 
satisfaction of making her come. Yet there didn't seem much she could do to 
prevent it. Her cunt was throbbing, her clit straining, knotted tightly. Her 
asshole began to grip, much to her shame. 

She sobbed into the gag, but the sobs were the sounds of unwanted pleasure. 
Her cunt expanded, opening and closing as his loaded balls kept up a steady 
beat, his cock fucking in and out of her asshole. She was about to come, and 
she couldn't prevent it. The sensations were much different than when a cock 
was inside her cunt. Different, but... Linda moaned as she came to the 
startling understanding that she liked this, loved the feel of a hard cock 
up her asshole. 

"I'm about to come!" the man shouted, his hips jerking back and forth, his 
cock racing in and out of her asshole. "Ohhhhh, shit, I'm going to fill her 
hot asshole!" 

"Shoot it to her!" Frank urged thickly. "Shoot it up her fucking whore's 
ass! Drown the cock-sucking bitch with it! Come up her fucking ass!" 

"Ohhhh, yeah!" the man grunted, fucking his cock very deep, holding still. 

Linda felt his cock jerking inside her asshole, his balls hot and writhing 
against the lips of her hairy cunt. She gritted her teeth in an effort to 
stop the rapidly increasing ecstasy. 

The fiery gushes of his come-juice were felt all the way to Linda's throat. 
The rapid spurts seemed to scald the walls of her asshole, and a low grunt 
came from her throat--her cunt had contracted into the unwanted orgasm. It 
caused her asshole to squeeze and grip on the man's spurting cock. It gave 
him more pleasure, and Linda was more ashamed of that than having an orgasm 
herself. 

"Ooooh, so fucking tight!" the man moaned, his cock being gripped, drawing 
the spurts of come-juice from his balls. 

When the man went limp, he leaned against Linda's ass. She heard him gasping 
heavily, and her cunt calmed. She felt his cock soften inside her asshole. 
His weight was heavy on her. 

She moaned softly when he pulled his cock out. He drew back slowly, bringing 
his prick out of her ass almost carefully. She felt it pull free, and her 
asshole seemed to close up in slow motion. 

The man slumped down on the couch next to Frank, exhausted, but happy. 

"That is the best, the tightest, the hottest, asshole I've ever had my cock 
up," the man said. 

"I'm going to have to try it," Frank replied. 

The man looked at him. "You mean you've never fucked her in the ass?" 

"Slipped my mind, I guess," Frank said. 

"How can a sweet ass like that slip any man's mind?" the man asked. "If she 
belonged to me, I'd be fucking that asshole day and night." 

"She can belong to you," Linda heard Frank say. "I could loan her to you for 
a while." 

"How long?" 

"Oh, say for a night," Frank replied. 

"What do you want for her?" 

Linda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband was offering her as 
if she was a piece of meat, something he could loan out to anyone he 
pleased. 

"I don't want anything for her," Frank said. "She isn't worth anything." 

"That's where you're wrong," the man replied. "She's the best fucking fuck 
I've ever had. Hell, you could make a fortune off her pretty ass!" 

"She's not for sale," Frank replied. 

Linda breathed a sigh of relief. 

She felt her asshole throbbing, opening and closing. She could not believe 
she had come, not that way. Come-juice seeped from her cunt and asshole both 
now, running warmly along her thighs to her nylons. She turned her face away 
from her husband and the man, closing her eyes, not wanting to look at 
either of them. She tried to keep from listening to their degrading words. 
She felt miserable and so ashamed of herself. 

"That beer makes me want to piss," the man said. 

"Use her as your toilet," Linda heard Frank say. 

Her mind spun wildly. Surely her husband didn't mean that. He had pissed on 
her, of course, but would he actually encourage another man to piss on her? 
It was impossible, her husband wouldn't allow that, would not go that far, 
surely. But she knew Frank would. She knew, now, that he would go to any 
lengths, force her into any vile degradation, just so he could enjoy 
himself. What she wanted, what she enjoyed, didn't matter to him. 

"You mean that?" the man asked. "I've always wanted to piss on some cunt." 

"Hell, piss on her fucking ass for all I care," Frank replied. "She's just 
another cunt anyway." 

She heard the man getting to his feet. Linda tried to draw inward, tried to 
get into herself, away from what was about to happen to her. She could close 
her eyes, make herself blind to it, but she couldn't close her feelings. 

The man was rubbing his cock about her ass, making giggling sounds of 
lewdness. She felt him rub the head of his cock about her asshole, along the 
sides of her hairy cunt. 

Then he pissed. 

Linda gasped against the gag. 

She felt the hot piss rain against the cheeks of her creamy ass, then felt 
it running down her thighs, drenching her nylons. Her eyes opened in shock 
when she felt the scalding piss stinging directly against her asshole. She 
clenched it, but the piss continued. She felt it run along the hairy slit of 
her cunt, then it splashed onto her cunt. Up and down the man swung his 
cock, pissing against her puckered asshole, then at her cunt. 

She began to cry. 

Her ass glistened wetly as the man pissed a hard stream over her ass and 
cunt. It ran over her flesh, soaking her, her shame showing on the pinkness 
of her face. 

"Let me have a shot at her ass, too!" she heard her husband say. 

The two streams of piss spattered upon her flesh. She felt it stinging her 
asshole, her cunt, her thighs. From her waist down to her knees, she was 
soaked in their piss. It was hot on her asshole, hot on her cunt. 

Linda cried against her gag, her shame going deep because her pussy was 
reacting, puffing out, tingling, a rippling sensation of another orgasm 
moving about her crotch. She sobbed in shame, trying hard to prevent the 
orgasm. 

But it happened. 

A groan came from her throat as her cunt convulsed, twitching with a hard, 
wet, strong orgasm. 

The trembling convulsions went on and on, and Linda was horrified to feel 
the perverse ecstasy. 

Gratefully, they finished, and stood to one side, looking at her. 

"Even with piss all over her," the man said, "her ass is still the prettiest 
ever." 

"Yes, it's beautiful," Frank answered. "And she knows it, too. Always 
showing it, flashing it around." 

"It's been good," the man said, dressing. "Maybe we can do it again 
sometime." 

"I'll let you know," Frank said, showing the man to the door. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Frank leaned against the closed door, looking at Linda. 

"You don't fool me, Linda," he said. "I know you came." 

Her heart sank. She thought they had not noticed. If her husband knew she 
came, he would only become worse, she thought. 

"You see, Linda," he said. "It only proves what I've known for a long time. 
You're such a cunt, you come when someone pisses on you. 

You're a fucking little whore, just like I've thought. If you weren't, you 
wouldn't come." 

Linda knew it would do no good to answer him. She closed her eyes, wishing 
he would untie her. She had the need to piss, but there was no way she was 
going to humiliate herself by telling him. 

"You're dirty," he said. "I'll let you go so you can clean yourself up." 

He released her, and when she stood, her legs shook, her knees almost 
buckling. She felt their piss running down her thighs. With her eyes 
downcast, her face burning with shame, she walked slowly down the hall to 
the bathroom. She undressed, tossing her soiled clothes into the hamper, and 
filled the tub with almost boiling water. As she sank into it, she felt like 
drowning herself. The hot water soothed her aching cunt and asshole, the 
pains of her wrists and ankles. 

Feeling she had to piss again, she started to get out of the tub. 

Frank came walking in. He sat on the toilet, looking at her. 

Linda sank into the tub again, watching him warily. He had another beer in 
his hand, and she was afraid of what he would do next. She searched his 
face, but he appeared calm and relaxed. He sipped his beer, watching her as 
she scrubbed her shapely tits with fragrant soap. 

There were red marks on her tits from being squeezed so hard. 

"Linda, I've been thinking," he said in a calm voice. "I know you came, and 
you can't deny it. That tells me something." 

She didn't answer him. She draped the wet wash cloth over her tits, resting 
her head on the rim of the tub. 

"It tells me you liked it, very much." 

"No, Frank," she said, her voice quivery. "I hated it." 

"If you hated it, you wouldn't have come," he replied. "I know when you 
come, Linda. I can tell when you come--that's something you can't conceal 
from me." 

With a sinking feeling, Linda realized her husband had another club over her 
head now. His knowledge could only make him worse. In his way of thinking, 
her orgasms indicated she was exactly what he had been calling her-- whore. 
She stared at him for as long as she could, then lowered her eyes. He sat 
there looking at her, a knowing smile on his face. Hating herself because of 
her orgasms, because he knew of them, she jerked the shower door closed and 
started the shower, getting under it to shampoo her hair. While she 
shampooed her hair, she stood in the draining tub and pissed, letting it run 
down her thighs. There was no way she wanted to get out and sit on the 
toilet with her husband still in the house. There was no way she wanted him 
to know she had to piss. He would undoubtedly find some way to use it for 
his pleasure, and much to her embarrassment. 

As she came out of the shower, she peeked to make sure he was gone. Toweling 
herself quickly, then rushing into the bedroom to dress before he caught 
her, Linda realized she didn't want her husband to see her naked anymore. 
Climbing into bed, she felt exhausted, used. She heard him clattering in the 
kitchen, and smiled to herself, thinking it served him right to fix his own 
dinner. 

She was still in bed when he left for work the next morning. She was awake, 
but pretended to sleep. Once he was gone, she flung the sheets off and 
hurried through a quick shower, then dressed. He wouldn't catch her again 
the way he had the day before, she decided. She wouldn't be home when he 
returned, probably with the same man or a different one. 

Dressed, she left the house. 

Linda had no special place to go. She had no real close friends to visit 
with, to tell what was happening to her. Her parents were dead, and she had 
no brothers or sisters. They had lived in this small city since the 
marriage, and she had failed to become friendly with anyone. That had been a 
mistake, she knew now. There was no one she could turn to, no one to help 
and protect her. The only person she had in the world was Frank, her 
husband. 

Although Linda was extraordinarily beautiful, she had a flaw. 

She was passive, always following, never leading. 

She leaned on her husband, depending on him, just as she had leaned on 
others throughout her life. If she were more aggressive, her life would be 
different, she thought as she walked through the city, the parks, had a 
light lunch. She didn't know how to exert herself, how to be bold, or even 
how to really stand up to anyone. She began telling herself Frank was going 
through a phase, and when it was over, he would return to the man she had 
married. She had to tell herself this. He was the only person she had in the 
world. 

Sighing, Linda started home. 

"Where the fuck have you been, whore?" Frank greeted her. 

"I took a walk," she said, closing the door as she entered the house. 

"Whoring, more likely!" he snapped. "Lift your dress, Linda!" 

"What?" she asked, startled. "Why should I lift my dress?" 

"Lift your fucking dress and let me see if you have panties on, or I'll tear 
it off!" he demanded. 

"But it's a new... " 

He started toward her. 

Linda jerked her dress high quickly. She had just bought the dress a week 
ago, and it cost more than they could afford. She didn't want it ruined. She 
held it at her waist, standing for his inspection. Her panties clung to her 
hips tightly, the crotch bulging slightly with her cunt. 

For a long moment, Frank simply looked at her, his eyes staring at her 
crotch. He moved toward her, and Linda whimpered fearfully. Sliding his hand 
between her thighs, he rubbed back and forth, feeling her cunt through her 
tight panties. 

"You're not wet, Linda," he said, as if disappointed. 

She started to lower her dress, but he stopped her. 

"Not yet," he said almost politely. "I didn't work today. I came home this 
morning, and I've been busy. Come on, I'll show you." 

He pulled one arm up behind her back, grabbing her hair with his other hand. 
Linda cried out softly as he pulled her hair, then began forcing her through 
the house toward the garage. 

Her eyes widened in fear as she saw the chains now hanging on the walls of 
the garage, the carpenter's sawhorses, shackles and handcuffs. She twisted, 
trying to get away from him, but he yanked her hair hard, making her cry 
out. 

"I've fixed it up, Linda," he said. "I've fixed it up for you." 

He led her to a chair. Linda had never seen it before. It was an ordinary 
kitchen chair, wood. But there was no seat in it, just the ring where one 
had been. Feeling frozen in fear, she stood trembling as her husband 
undressed her. The garage door had been locked, and she had heard him lock 
the door leading to the kitchen. Even if she ran and got away from him, she 
couldn't get out of the garage. 

Frank removed all her clothing, then turned her around and forced her to the 
bottomless chair. The ring cut at her thighs as he jerked her arms behind 
the chair, tying them there. Then he went to work on her ankles, and finally 
to her knees, which he spread wide apart. Not satisfied with that, he looped 
rope about her tits, pulling it tight behind her. Her tits strained 
painfully through the cutting ropes, her nipples bulging. 

Frank stood a few feet in front of her, pleased with his handiwork. 

"Now your tits stick out very nicely, Linda," he said, his cock growing 
inside his pants. "Can you imagine what your hot ass and cunt looks like 
from here?" 

Linda made no reply. She could feel it, feel the way her naked ass dropped 
through the bottomless chair, causing her cunt to bulge wantonly. Tears of 
shame dripped from her eyes, and she held her face down so she didn't have 
to look at him. Frank squatted, peering at her ass, grinning with lewd 
delight. He moved his hand under her, caressing the spreading cheeks of her 
ass and hairy cunt. Working a finger into her pussy, he fucked it a few 
times. 

"Now you're getting wet, you cunt!" he laughed happily. "You like something 
up your fucking cunt, don't you? Every time this cunt is touched, you get 
wet." 

He plunged his finger in and out of her cunt a number of times as Linda 
cried softly. There was no pain--she was embarrassed. She turned her head to 
one side, tears falling from her eyes, dripping off her chin to her titties. 
She heard wet sounds as her husband thrust his finger in and out of her 
cunt. To her horror, she felt her clit starting to respond, to throb and 
swell. 

"Now you're wet!" he said, triumphantly. 

He jerked his finger out of her cunt, and before Linda could react, smeared 
it across her lips. She spit, but then his finger was stuffed into her 
mouth. 

"Don't bite, cunt," he warned, wiggling his pussy-wet finger about her 
tongue and mouth. "Just suck it... suck my finger like a cock. You love cock 
in your mouth, Linda, so just suck it and think of it as a little cock." 

The taste of her cunt on her tongue caused Linda to try and force his finger 
out by pushing against it. But it slipped over her tongue toward her throat. 
She gagged when the tip brushed the back of her throat. 

"Suck it and I'll pull it back!" Linda sucked, tasting her cunt-juices, 
hating what she was forced to do, but having no choice. The taste of her 
cunt filled her mouth as her tongue licked. Frank laughed wickedly and 
pulled his finger out, only to ram it into her cunt again. He wiggled it 
about until it was very slippery with cunt-juices, and returned it to his 
wife's mouth. This time Linda sucked on it, not wanting to start gagging 
again. 

"You like it, huh?" he asked. "You like pussy as much as cock, don't you, 
whore?" 

Linda refused to answer. 

He slapped his fingertips across one of her bulging nipples. The stinging 
pain made her cry out. 

"Answer me!" he demanded, ramming his fingers into her cunt again, this time 
brutally. 

"Yes!" 

"Yes, what, cunt?" 

"I like it!" she sobbed as he twisted his fingers inside her cunt. 

"Like what?" 

"Like cunt!" she gasped. "I like cunt!" 

Satisfied with her reply, he pulled his fingers from her pussy and wiped his 
hand across her lips, smearing her face. Stepping back, looking at her with 
gleaming eyes, Frank undressed. His cock was very hard, sticking from his 
hairy crotch, his balls tight and full. Seeing it, Linda licked her lips 
before she realized they were wet with pussy-juices. Frank stood and fondled 
his cock and balls, trying to tease her with them. His cock-head bulged out, 
the small slit of his piss-hole leaking. 

"You want some of this cock, Linda?" he whispered. "You want to suck this 
cock, maybe? Would you like to suck it, drink up my come-juice? Or maybe 
you'd rather have it shoved up your hot asshole?" 

"Frank, please... " 

"Please, what?" he taunted, stepping close to her and rubbing the leaking 
piss-hole of his cock about her face, her chin. "Please fuck your mouth? 
Please fuck your asshole? Please what, Linda?" 

"Leave me alone!" she said with as much force as she could muster. 

Frank laughed. "Why should I, cunt? You're the one fucking the paperboy, 
taking it up the ass from my friend, not me!" 

"But you... you forced me!" she cried. "I didn't want to do it!" 

"Don't lie to me, whore," he said. "I know you came. You came taking a hard 
cock up your hot asshole, and you came when I pissed on you. You can't hide 
it, Linda. You loved it, every fucking thing we did to you." 

"No, I didn't!" she protested. "I didn't!" 

"Bullshit, cunt!" 

He squatted at her knees again. Gripping his cock in one hand, his other 
shot out and grabbed a handful of her cunt-hair. He twisted and pulled, 
making Linda cry with the sharp pain. He watched her beautiful face grimace 
as the pain shot through her cunt. "You love it up the fucking ass, Linda," 
he said quietly, but dangerously. "You love getting fucked up the ass by men 
you don't know... you love it when we piss on you! You're a fucking whore, 
Linda, and you know it." 

"Frank, please, you're hurting me!" 

"Oh, poor little cunt!" he said in mock soothing, patting her pussy gently. 
"Poor little cunt is hurt! That's a shame!" 

Suddenly he brought his open palm upwards, slapping Linda right into her 
cunt. She screamed, everything on fire with pain. He slapped her pussy 
again, very hard. Linda's cunt burned with the pain, yet her clit felt 
swollen, tingling in a strange, crazy way. After slapping her cunt once 
more, he rubbed it tenderly, his fingers working gently in and out. The 
penetration of her cunt this way did seem to soothe the ache. To her horror, 
she felt as if she was about to come. Linda couldn't believe it. 

"That made your cunt a little warmer, huh, whore?" 

He dug his fingers brutally into her cunt, then jerked them out. 

She cringed when she felt his fingers sliding toward her asshole. She held 
her breath, knowing what was next. She gasped when he exerted pressure 
against her asshole. She clenched tightly, but it didn't do her any good. 

Very slowly, Frank shoved his finger up her ass. 

Linda didn't feel pain now, and she wasn't sure if it was because his finger 
was so much smaller than that man's cock, or if it was because her husband 
was pushing it in slowly. In any event, she was surprised to find it felt 
quite good. In fact, it felt very good. 

"Tighten up," he said, his finger all the way up her asshole. "Tighten your 
fucking ass!" 

Linda squeezed. 

"Nice, very nice, cunt," he replied as he felt her asshole grip his finger. 
"Squeeze my finger, as hard as you can!" 

Linda moaned as she made her asshole squeeze his buried finger. There was 
nothing she could do about the sensations of her cunt, of the way her clit 
stiffened and tingled with delightful sensations. 

"Oh, Frank," she moaned before she could stop herself. 

"You see!" he laughed. "You do love it up the ass!" 

He began working his finger up and down, fucking his wife in the ass with 
it. The friction made Linda's naked, tied body tremble with unexpected 
pleasure. She whimpered softly as his finger moved in and out, the ring of 
her asshole squeezing and gripping. Her cunt became very, very juicy, 
dripping onto his wrist. She knew, if he kept finger-fucking her in the ass 
for a while longer, she would come. 

Frank slowly pressed his thumb into her pussy, something that brought her 
very close to orgasm. The feel of his thumb inside her cunt and his finger 
up her asshole sent a wild, but very delicious, sensation through her body. 
She closed her eyes, almost purring with ecstasy, almost forgetting she was 
tied in this humiliating, exposed position inside the garage. 

Frank thrust his thumb and forefinger up into her cunt and asshole, leaning 
over to watch. The wet sounds excited him, and his cock bulged fiercely with 
throbbing hardness. 

"You're about to come," he said, feeling her cunt and asshole grip his thumb 
and finger. "I can make you come, Linda." 

"Oooooh!" she purred softly, a feeling of increasing rapture swelling in her 
lower body. "Frank, don't stop... please, make me come!" 

He thrust harder and faster into her cunt and asshole. The wet sounds became 
louder. Linda tried to wiggle her ass, but she was tied too tightly to move. 
She trembled and shivered, her pussy sucking at his thumb, her asshole 
squeezing his finger. She wanted them deep, very deep. 

"You need cock, Linda," he laughed huskily. "You need cock up your cunt... 
cock up your asshole... cock in your fucking mouth! You're cock-crazy, 
Linda. You want all the hard cock you can get, don't you?" 

Linda was being driven out of her mind with the weird, beautiful sensations 
underneath the bottomless chair. It felt good, so good. 

"Tell me, cunt!" he said. 

"Yes, Frank!" she moaned. "I need cock! I need hard cock! Ohhh, make me 
come! It's driving me crazy, Frank! Please, make me come!" 

His thumb and finger pounded into her cunt and asshole. 

"Tell me more!" he demanded. 

"I want cock!" she almost screamed. 

"Talk like a whore, you bitch!" 

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Linda sobbed, the overwhelming ecstasy burning through 
her hotly. "I want hard cock! I want cock up my cunt, up my asshole, in my 
mouth! Ohhhh, I want to be fucked! Fucked in my cunt... 

fucked in my mouth... fucked in my asshole!" 

"That's better, cunt!" he laughed, ramming his thumb and finger hard into 
her cunt and asshole. But then he pinched, squeezing his thumb and 
forefinger together. 

Linda screamed with the unexpected pain. 

"Fucking whore!" he snarled, jerking his thumb and finger out of her cunt 
and asshole. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Frank, please!" 

He stood in front of her, his cock raging with hardness. Linda was almost 
out of her mind with passion. She had been so close to coming when he 
pinched her in that weird manner. The pain had caused the nice feeling to go 
away, yet it was returning again. Her cunt throbbed and dripped wetly, her 
clit swollen in need. Her asshole puckered and clenched. 

"Suck this!" he demanded, and thrust his finger to her lips. 

"No!" Linda cried out, twisting her face to one side. "You had that in my 
ass! I won't--" The scream came from her throat as he jerked her hair, and 
then forced his finger into her mouth. Linda knew better than to bite, so 
she tried to hold her mouth wide open. She felt his finger on her tongue, 
and she tasted shit. Then his thumb was in her mouth, too. She tasted the 
juices of her cunt and shit, and her husband pulled harshly at her hair. 

"Suck, you fucking whore!" he snapped. "Suck my fingers clean!" 

With tears of shame flowing from her eyes, Linda began to suck at his thumb 
and finger. The taste of pussy and shit seemed to fill her mouth. Although 
she didn't want to, she ran her tongue about his finger and thumb. He had 
relaxed his grip on her hair, and finally turned it loose, only to press one 
of her sensitive nipples between his thumb and finger. When he began 
squeezing, Linda held her breath. Then Frank pinched her nipple. Linda 
screamed loudly, and his finger and thumb pulled out of her mouth. 

Standing in front of her, Frank began to pinch both her nipples at the same 
time. The pain burned through her tits like a fire, and she screamed over 
and over. She tried to thrash, anything to stop that pain. Her violent 
movements caused the chair to fall back, her head hitting the floor of the 
garage. She looked up at her husband, dazed. 

Frank stood with his fist on his cock, watching her. He could see her lovely 
ass and bushy cunt very well as he stood there. He pressed his toes to her 
pussy, wiggling them against her clit. Linda felt him slip his toes into her 
cunt, and tears streamed from her eyes. 

Turning from her, he moved to a table along the far wall of the garage. 
Linda's eyes followed him fearfully, and when he turned, they widened. He 
held up a huge rubber cock, too big to be life-sized. Seeing his intentions 
in her eyes, she began to struggle helplessly. Frank came back to her, 
squatting at her head, rubbing the big rubber cock almost as if it was his 
own. 

"I brought this for you," he said. "I know you love a big, hard cock, Linda, 
and since I can't always find a man willing to fuck a girl when she's tied 
up, I thought we could have fun with this." 

"It's too big, Frank," she whispered in fear. "It's too big! It will hurt 
me!" 

"Oh, yes, I know that," he replied, rubbing the rubber head of the dildo 
over her cheek. "But then, you like a little pain, don't you, cunt?" 

He ran the shaft of the rubber cock along her lips. 

"Kiss it, Linda," he urged. "Kiss this rubber cock." 

Linda was afraid to refuse him. She kissed the shaft of it, and when he told 
her to lick it, she darted her tongue out and licked. He watched with 
interest, his eyes taking on a glow of excitement. He held the rubber 
cock-head to her mouth, sliding it over her lips and tongue. 

"Suck it. Suck it as if it was a real cock," he urged. 

Linda tried, but it was too large. She couldn't get her lips about the 
rubber cock-head. Having no choice, she sucked at what she could, using her 
tongue, with Frank watching. 

"Let me have your cock, Frank," she pleaded. "I'll suck your cock, Frank. 
I'll suck it off for you... make you come in my mouth!" 

Frank moved the rubber cock away from her face, dragging it along her 
stomach and to her thigh. Linda turned her face toward him, seeing his cock 
jutting with hardness. He moved the rubber cock to her exposed cunt, sliding 
it up and down her hairy cunt-lips. She felt her pussy quiver. 

"You like it when your cock is in my mouth, Frank," she said, pleading, 
willing to do anything to prevent what she suspected. "You always liked it 
when I sucked you off. Let me suck you off now, Frank, please. I want to. I 
want to suck it and have you come in my mouth!" 

Frank didn't say anything in reply. He kept looking at her pleading face, 
rubbing the rubber cock up and down the lips of her cunt, a smile on his 
face. Linda felt the humiliation of her position, tied to this bottomless 
chair, on her back, with him ready to fuck her with that huge rubber cock, 
and her pleading to suck his cock. 

"I want to suck your cock," she moaned desperately. "Frank, let me suck your 
cock off! You want to fuck me, Frank? You say you like to fuck me. You say I 
have a hot cunt... please, fuck my pussy, Frank!" 

He didn't change his expression. He was now trying to penetrate her cunt 
with the enormous rubber cock. 

"My ass!" Linda cried out with desperation. "Fuck me in the ass, Frank! 
Please, I want your cock up my ass!" 

At first, Linda wasn't sure, but then she was. The head of the rubber cock 
penetrated her cunt. She moaned. It felt as if he was pushing a thick pole 
into her cunt. The Ups of her sensitive pussy seemed stretched impossibly 
wide. Her cunt was stuffed with that cock, and it felt as if he was slicing 
her open. She couldn't believe the pain it caused. 

Frank turned loose of the rubber cock, and it stayed in place, gripped 
because Linda's cunt couldn't open any farther. Tears of pain ran from her 
eyes, and she cried pitifully. 

"Does it hurt, Linda?" he asked. "Is it too big for your cunt?" 

"Oh, it's horrible, Frank! Please, take it out!" 

"I'll take it out, Linda," he said. "If you do something for me." 

"Oh, God, anything!" Linda promised wildly. "Anything if you take it out of 
me!" 

"I want you to kiss my ass," he said. 

"Yes, I will!" 

"But not just my ass--my asshole." 

"Yes! God, yes!" 

Frank swung a foot over her head, squatting above his wife's face. He 
reached around the chain to make sure rubber cock was still inside her cunt. 
Through pained visions, Linda saw her husband's balls dangling below his 
straining cock, but she saw, too, his hairy asshole. She swallowed, not 
wanting to put her mouth on his asshole, but if she didn't, he would leave 
that horrible rubber cock inside her cunt, and the pain was getting worse by 
the minute. 

Linda realized she could smell his asshole, and it wasn't very good. 

"Frank, you're... " 

"I know," he laughed. "I'm not very clean, am I? But that's for you, cunt! 
Kiss it... 

Kiss me right on my asshole!" 

"But... I can't!" she protested weakly. "Let me suck your cock, your balls. 
Anything but your asshole!" 

Frank replied by pushing his ass into his wife's face. Linda held her 
breath, not liking the scent at all. But her lips were pressed against his 
asshole, and Frank was twisting. 

"Lick it, Linda," he urged. "Lick my asshole!" 

She refused. 

Reaching around her, he managed to push the huge rubber cock a little 
farther into her aching cunt. 

"Lick my asshole, or I'll ram it all the way in!" 

A pain seared through her cunt, a horrible pain. Linda opened her lips and 
began to lick at her husband's asshole frantically, trying to keep from 
thinking about shit, the taste. She lapped furiously, moaning as the pain of 
her cunt spread to her stomach. She tasted shit on his ass, and cried with 
this new degradation. 

"Shove your tongue up my asshole, cunt!" 

Frantically, Linda pressed her tongue against the tight ring of his asshole. 
She pushed hard, willing to do anything to stop the pain in her cunt. She 
felt his asshole give, and then her tongue seemed to go very deep. Her lips 
pressed about his asshole and she began to fuck in and out, fucking her 
husband in his shitty asshole with her tongue. She heard him grunt and moan 
with pleasure, felt his heavy balls on her chin, felt his cock dripping 
fuck-juices on her naked tits. 

Leaning forward, but keeping his ass in Linda's face, Frank eased the rubber 
cock from her pussy. Linda moaned into his ass with relief, but it was 
short-lived. She felt him pressing the huge rubber head of the cock against 
her asshole. She knew if he shoved it up her ass, it would split her in two 
pieces. There was only one thing she could do, and she did it. 

She began to fuck her husband up his asshole with her tongue in a frenzy, 
her lips sucking. The taste of shit filled her mouth, but she tried to 
ignore it. At this moment, she would have welcomed it if he had shit in her 
mouth. She would welcome anything to keep him from trying to put that 
horrible thing into her asshole. 

Frank, feeling his wife's tongue darting in and out of his asshole, dropped 
the rubber cock, sitting upright with his ass pressed into her face. He 
twisted and grunted with pleasure, grasping his hard cock and rubbing the 
seeping fuck- juices over her tits. 

"Suck it, cunt!" he gasped. "Suck my asshole!" 

Linda wasn't about to stop. She was afraid he would find the rubber cock 
again and shove it into her ass. She sucked and licked and fucked at his 
asshole in a frenzy. The taste of shit filled her mouth, but she ignored it. 
His balls were hot and heavy on her chin, and she felt him jacking on his 
cock, the cock-head moving from nipple to nipple. 

Listening to him grunt, feeling his balls twitching on her chin, Linda 
rammed her tongue in and out of his tight asshole as fast as she could. She 
wanted him to come, to spray her tits with his hot come-juice, to put a 
damper on his passion. She would do anything right now, no matter what it 
was, to prevent him from sticking that rubber cock into her cunt again, or 
her asshole. She would suck his ass, suck the shit right out of it, drink 
his piss... anything to prevent being hurt again. 

She felt his asshole clutching at her tongue, felt it throbbing. She felt 
his fist working faster on his cock. It was working, she thought with 
elation. She was going to make him come. 

But then Frank jerked up, away from her. 

"That's enough," he said. 

"Let me... Frank, let me finish!" she cried. "Let me suck your ass! Please, 
I want to suck your asshole!" 

"I know you do, cunt," he said, stepping to one side. "I know you love 
sucking ass, especially if you can lick the shit off it. But I'm not ready 
to come yet." 

Revulsions swept through Linda. She could still taste shit in her mouth, but 
she had tried. She had tried so hard. 

He turned the chair over. Linda's face was on the floor of the garage now, 
her knees scraping. Her ass shoved through the bottomless seat. She felt her 
husband stroking her ass, sliding his fingers along her ass-crack, rubbing 
her asshole. 

"I need a piece of ass, Linda," she heard him say. "You have a lovely pink 
asshole, and I think I'd enjoy fucking it." 

"Frank, let me suck you off," she pleaded. "Let me suck your cock! I'll lick 
your asshole again, Frank! Ohhh, let me lick and suck your asshole again, 
please!" 

"Later," he said, moving behind her. The chair held her in a beautiful, 
vulnerable position. "I want some of this hot ass!" 

She gasped as she felt the smooth head of his cock rubbing along the crack 
of her ass, touching her crinkling asshole. She clamped it tightly, 
involuntarily, when her husband began to push forward. She felt her asshole 
stretching, widening. Tears came into her eyes again as she felt a pain. 

"In my cunt, Frank!" she cried. "Please, fuck my pussy!" 

He ignored her, pushing his cock harder, watching the ring of her asshole 
spread. 

"Up the asshole!" he shouted, and lunged. Linda screamed in pain. 

Her asshole was still sore from being fucked so hard the day before by the 
man Frank had brought home. When her husband lunged his cock into her, the 
fiery pain was renewed. 

Frank was in an awkward position behind Linda. The legs of the overturned 
chair scraped at his hips, but he ignored that, taking pleasure in fucking 
his wife in the ass while she was tied to it, unable to get away from him, 
her face pushed into the floor. It felt to Linda as if his cock was larger 
than the one the day before, but she knew it wasn't. It did create as much 
pain, though. She felt her asshole clinging to his cock despite the raw 
feeling, however, and she felt his loaded balls smacking against her cunt. 
She could hear, through her soft sobbing, the wet sounds his balls made. She 
could hear him grunt in ecstasy, and feel his fingers digging into her hips. 

"Oh, God, Frank, please!" she cried in pain. "It hurts, Frank! Oh, God, it 
hurts!" 

"Fucking whore!" he shouted at her, fucking his cock brutally in and out of 
her asshole. "You took cock up your whore ass yesterday. If he can fuck you 
up the ass, so can I! You're my wife, and if you let another man fuck your 
ass, you can damn well let me!" 

"I didn't let him!" she sobbed. "You made me..." 

"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled, grabbing at her tied hands and jerking them as 
he drove his cock up her aching ass. "You let him! Just like the cunt whore 
you are!" 

Linda screamed as he yanked at her hands. She didn't know what hurt the 
most--his cock up her ass or the way he pulled at her bound wrist. Each time 
he plunged into her asshole, her forehead scraped on the gritty floor. She 
was afraid it would scrape her flesh off, mark her, preventing her from 
leaving the house. She knew it was useless to protest, even beg, for him to 
stop. The more she cried and begged, the more excited he became. She stilled 
her cries, biting at her tongue and lips, gritted her teeth, anything to 
keep from giving him the satisfaction of making her cry or scream. 

"Oh, baby, your ass is so tight!" Frank moaned, fucking into her gripping 
asshole. "So fucking tight! Grip my cock, you cunt! Make your asshole grip 
my cock!" 

Linda made a feeble attempt, but her asshole was stretched already. Still, 
she managed to close it a bit more. Frank grunted with the added pleasure, 
and fucked his cock in and out of her asshole with a greater force than 
before. His balls slapped wetly upon Linda's hairy, wet cunt, banging up on 
her clit. She was ashamed to have her husband's cock up her asshole, but she 
was even more ashamed to find herself taking a measure of pleasure, herself. 
The aching of her asshole seemed to be fading. She closed her eyes, hardly 
daring to breathe, as she tried to understand what was happening to her. 

There was a definite tingle of pleasure now, and not just in her cunt. The 
friction of her husband's cock along the ring of her asshole seemed to have 
changed from pain to one of strange, never before experienced, ecstasy. Her 
asshole seemed to be holding his cock tightly, flexing around the hardness. 
Her soft sobs became moans, low moans of ecstasy that she tried to conceal 
from her husband. 

"I'm going to fill your fucking ass, Linda!" Frank shouted from behind and 
above her. "I'm going to come in your whore's ass!" 

A squeal came from Linda before she could choke it off. She felt her 
husband's cock swell, the jerking of it more pronounced. Then the scalding 
gash of come-juice splashed along the soft walls of her asshole. He fucked 
his cock deep, and she felt it jerking about as he came. She felt, too, his 
hot balls writhing against the pulsing lips of her cunt and clit. Linda 
tried to fight the swelling sensation of orgasm. But she failed. 

A rippling sort of ecstasy suddenly shot through her crotch. Her cunt 
grabbed tightly, as if trying to suck his balls inside. The spasms of her 
orgasm were powerful, making her asshole grip his gushing cock, squeeze it, 
sucking it. 

From behind her, she heard Frank laughing as he spurted come-juice up her 
asshole. 

"You love it, bitch!" he said. "You're coming, you fucking cunt! I can feel 
you come! I knew you loved it up the fucking ass! Linda, you're a cunt... a 
whore... a cock-sucking cunt!" 

With his last words, he drained himself into her asshole, and slumped over 
the back of the chair, gasping heavily. His cock was still rammed into her 
asshole, but she could feel it softening. Tears filled her eyes, tears of 
humiliation because she, too, had come. She had come with a force that 
almost shattered her body and mind. 

After a few moments, Frank lifted his body up, looking down at his cock and 
her asshole. Only his cock-head was caught inside her, and his eyes began to 
gleam suddenly. 

"Linda," he said, his voice very low, "I'm going to piss in your fucking 
asshole!" 

"Frank, no!" she shouted. 

But he pissed. 

Linda felt the strong force of his piss streaming inside her ass. She began 
to cry with renewed degradation. He pissed for what seemed a very long time, 
filling her until she couldn't take any more. Linda was reminded of taking 
an enema when she was a small girl. 

"Ahhhhh, that's the way a man should take a piss," she heard him say, and 
his cock was pulled from her tortured asshole. 

To her horror, Linda felt his piss oozing from her asshole, running hot 
along the slit of her cunt and down her legs. From behind her, Frank laughed 
in pleasure... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The next day, Linda was actually afraid to be anywhere around her husband. 

She was afraid because of her reactions to what he did to her in the garage. 
Afraid because she had enjoyed it. Once it started, she found herself 
experiencing an ecstasy she had not known before, one she was afraid of. She 
hated the pain he brought to her, yet it seemed related to that ecstasy. It 
was all very confusing to her, and she wasn't sure she wanted to think it 
out. 

She felt that if her husband would tie her up, abuse her in those ways 
alone, not bring anyone else in to humiliate her, she would actually enjoy 
the things he did to her. 

While he was at work, she remained in the house. If he came up with any more 
cute little tricks, she didn't want to be surprised as she had the past two 
days. After her morning bath, she searched her wardrobe for something to 
wear that would conceal her body as best she could. She really had 
nothing--everything she owned was feminine and attractive. 

During her search, she came across a strange- looking object. She found it 
shoved to the back of the shelf in the closet. It was made of hard rubber, 
and part of it looked like a cock, but not as monstrous as the one he had 
tried to shove into her cunt in the garage. This one was life-sized. That 
part she understood. The part she had difficulty understanding was another 
protuberance near the larger one. It was half the size, and it resembled a 
young boy's cock, with a detailed head to include a tiny slit as a piss- 
hole. There was no replication of balls, but a barrier attached to the base 
of each. The longer she examined the object, the meaning became clear to 
her. She blushed as she realized what it was for. 

Taking the twin-pronged dildo to the full mirror near the bed, she stood 
there, still naked from her bath. She looked at herself in the mirror, then 
the rubber thing. Before Linda knew what she was doing, she had brought the 
life- sized cock to her lips, kissing it. Her face burned with embarrassment 
and she flung the object to the bed. She began to cry softly, hiding her 
face in her hands. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she had 
mixed feelings about it. On one hand, she hated it, yet on the other, she 
found herself wanting it. 

Feeling ashamed of herself, she picked up the object once more. Then she 
squatted in front of the mirror. Watching herself with a shy interest, she 
began to insert the life-sized cock into her cunt. When it was halfway 
inside her pussy, the head of the other was touching her asshole. Linda 
gasped softly, and although she began to cry with self-induced shame, she 
gently pushed the two connected rubber cocks into her cunt and asshole. It 
looked horrible in her reflection, but she could not deny the beautiful 
sensations she felt. Her cunt and asshole clung to the unusual object, and 
she felt them both squeezing. 

And, as horror swept through her naked body, Linda came. She was squatting 
in front of the mirror, her knees wide open, that thing shoved into her 
asshole and cunt, and she was coming! 

Feeling embarrassed, although she was alone, she stood up before she 
remembered to remove the thing. She stared at her naked body, eyes big. The 
thing stayed inside her, and it felt good. She couldn't believe what she was 
feeling. Her cunt seemed to pulsate and tingle, and her asshole had the most 
beautiful feeling in and around it. The feeling was very much like what she 
felt when she was approaching orgasm. Not quite there, but almost. 

Her legs trembled. Suddenly she smiled at her reflection. 

"If he can do it, so can I," she whispered. "It's my body, my cunt, my 
asshole!" 

With those words to her reflection, Linda slipped into a pair of tight 
bikini panties, fitting the crotch over the flat base of the twin cocks, 
holding them inside her. She found, as she walked, the sensations were more 
pronounced. She finished dressing, slipping on a white pleated skirt and a 
light blue sweater. She did not put nylons or garter belt on--she wanted her 
legs to be naked. She looked fresh and beautiful, clean and very feminine. 
She certainly did not look like a young woman with a rubber cock up her cunt 
and asshole. She had the desire to leave the house, to walk around outside 
with those things in her. But she was afraid Frank would come home while she 
was gone and have some nasty surprise for her when she returned. 

Linda enjoyed the feeling of the things inside her cunt and asshole, she 
kept them there all day. In fact, they were still in her when Frank came 
home from work. She had forgotten the passing time, and now it was too late. 

Frank kissed her in his old way, and ran his hand along her ass, giving one 
cheek a little squeeze. Although she was afraid he would find those things 
inside her, she clung to him, returning his kiss, and even sucked a bit on 
his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. Frank pulled her tighter against 
his body, and she felt his cock hardening at her stomach. 

"Now this is the way I like it when I come home," he said, and moved both 
his hands to her ass, pulling her tight against his bulging cock. He 
squeezed at her ass, and Linda gasped when she felt him lifting her skirt in 
back. 

She drew away, but he jerked her close again. His hands were on the seat of 
her panties, her skirt over his hands. She moaned as he squeezed and kneaded 
her ass, knowing he would soon discover what she had shoved into herself. 

Frank's fingers slipped between her thighs from behind, and he lifted his 
head, looking into her face. 

"Ah, you found it, I see." He pushed at the crotch of her panties, forcing 
the rubber things a bit deeper into her. "Very good, Linda." 

He squatted, shoving her pleated skirt up and looking at her. Linda stood 
with her hands folded behind her shyly. Frank pulled the elastic of her 
panties away and grinned when he saw the rubber things inside her. 

He gave her cunt a pat, then stood up. "Beautiful, Linda," he said. "I'm 
glad you're staring to enjoy our little games." 

"But I'm... " she stopped, afraid to go on. "I'll fix your dinner." 

"No, forget that," he said. "Tonight we're eating out." 

"I'll go dress," she said, almost frantic. "No, nothing fancy tonight," he 
said. "You look fine as you are. Except for one thing... " He squatted 
again, lifting her dress. He grabbed the waist of her panties, and yanked. 
They tore from her as Linda gave a small gasp. "Frank, why are you tearing 
them off?" 

"So you won't have panties on when we go out to eat," he said, standing up, 
her torn pan- ties in his hand. 

"But... I can't go out with no panties on!" 

"You are," he said, with a final tone to his voice. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned, flushing at the thought. 

Before she could do anything else, he had her in the car. Sitting on the 
things in her cunt and asshole felt strange, and she wiggled. 

Frank grinned at her. "Got a hot little ass this evening, Linda?" 

She said nothing, sitting as straight as she could, staring through the 
windshield, embarrassed. 

He found a small cafe, but when he parked a block away, she questioned him. 

"So you can walk," he said. 

"But it might fall out!" she protested, looking around, seeing couples on 
the sidewalk. 

"So what?" 

He pulled her from the car, and holding her hand tightly, forced her to walk 
with him toward the cafe. Linda tried to take short, mincing steps, but he 
didn't allow that. Her face was burning as she almost trotted to keep up 
with his long-legged stride. 

"Frank, it's slipping!" she whispered urgently. 

He didn't answer, but pulled her along with him. 

Near the cafe, a small group of teenagers stood. There were three boys and 
one girl. Just as they approached, Linda gasped, trying to clamp her thighs 
together and walk with Frank at the same time. 

It didn't do any good. 

The rubber thing dropped from her asshole and cunt just as they started to 
pass the small group. 

"Oh, God!" Linda sobbed as she heard it hit the sidewalk. 

Frank laughed. 

"Hey, lady," a young voice said, snickering. "You dropped your dildo." 

The flush turned violent on her face as Frank turned to the group. "You can 
have it," he said. 

Just before they entered the cafe, Frank forced Linda to look back. The girl 
had picked up the thing, laughing lewdly as she forced the larger rubber 
cock into her own mouth. 

"Hey, she had this up her cunt!" the girl said. "Anybody want a taste of 
that cunt's cunt!" 

Linda was more embarrassed than ever in her life. She almost ran headlong 
into the cafe, sitting swiftly into a booth at the rear, her back to the 
window. But Frank made her switch places with him so she faced the large 
window. 

After they had ordered and the food was before them, Linda glanced at the 
window and saw the teenagers looking at her, smirking. Frank, too, noticed 
them. He actually gave them a wave, a grin on his face. 

"Open your legs, Linda," he said. 

"I will not!" 

"You will, too!" he said, dangerously. "Open your fucking legs and give the 
kids a thrill!" 

"Frank, are you out of your mind?" 

"Let's look at it this way," he said calmly. "If you don't flash your whore 
cunt to those guys, I'll have to warm your ass up good when we get home. The 
choice is yours--show your cunt or get your ass spanked." 

"Frank, please... " 

He continued to eat, not answering her. Linda tried to avoid the leering 
young eyes, trembling. Frank meant what he said, she knew. There was no way 
she could stop him from spanking her if that was what he wanted to do. The 
only way... she had to obey him, show herself to those hateful teenagers. 
Linda had never understood those women that enjoyed showing themselves off. 
But her husband was forcing her to do it now. 

"Frank, don't ask me do to something like that," she said in a choking sob. 
"It would... oh, I would die with shame, Frank!" 

"I have a very good leather belt, you know," he said calmly, still eating. 

"Oh, God," Linda sobbed, her face lowered so she didn't have to look at 
those leering eyes in the window. She had caught one of them waving the 
twin-headed cock at her. 

Her knees trembled as she opened them an inch or so. She was sitting right 
at their line of sight. Frank smiled. "Spread them wide, cunt!" 

"Frank... " 

"Real wide," he said. 

With tears in her eyes, but not wanting him to use the belt, Linda opened 
her legs, then closed them swiftly. She actually heard the cheers from the 
boys and girl looking at her. 

"Oh, no, Linda," Frank smiled at her. "You can't close them. You have to 
keep your legs wide open. Now, finish your meal, but let them see your hot 
whore's cunt!" 

"This is embarrassing, Frank," she sobbed softly, opening her legs again. 

"Yes, isn't it?" he smiled. "Just hold your legs open and eat!" 

Linda didn't look at the faces in the window, but she could feel the eyes on 
her. She knew her face was a bright pink, which amused the teenagers as much 
as her exposure. She was glad no one else in the cafe could see her. By the 
time Frank finished eating, Linda was ready to die with shame. She was 
unable to finish her meal because of it. 

"Let's go," he said, flipping a generous tip onto the table. 

As they left the cafe, Linda was aware of the teenagers following behind 
them. Frank held her upper arm, shooting grins at the kids behind them. 

"Hey, that's some fine cunt you have there, man," one of the boys called. 

Linda tried to sink within herself, tears in her eyes again. 

"Hey, man," another boy called out. "Wanna make a trade? You can have this 
broad for the one you've got." 

Linda walked swiftly, head down, sobbing with shame. 

"Now, that's an idea," Frank said, not loud enough for the group to hear. 

"Frank, you wouldn't!" 

"I might," he said. "That was a cute little cunt with them!" 

Linda clamped her lips tight as they approached the car. 

"Linda," her husband said, opening the door for her, "when you get in, show 
some leg, you hear?" 

Suddenly anger flared in Linda. 

"Show some leg, huh?" she snapped at him. "I'll show some leg!" 

Deliberately, and with anger, she flipped her pleated skirt to her waist, 
flashing her naked ass just before sitting in the car. There were cat-calls 
of appreciation from the teenagers as her husband shut the door. He went 
around to get under the wheel, but didn't start the car. He leaned over 
across Linda. 

"Hey, you guys really want to make a trade?" he called to the group. 

A pimply face leaned in the window, leering. "We mean it, man." 

"Feel her tits!""Frank said. 

Linda cringed as a grimy hand shot through the window of the car, cupping 
her right tit. The fingers squeezed hard, causing her to gasp with pain. 

"Nice tit, man," the teenage boy giggled. 

"Come on, you other guys get a feel, too," Frank said, enjoying his wife's 
humiliation. "All of you take a turn feeling her up." 

Linda shuddered as hand after hand, including the girl's, fondled her tits, 
leaving grimy marks on her light-blue sweater. She closed her eyes and 
cried, the tears of shame falling over her red, hot cheeks. Frank jerked her 
sweater up, exposing her shapely tits to the teenagers, laughing as he 
pinched her nipple. 

"I wanna feel her cunt, man!" 

A hand darted through the window, and it was her husband who jerked her 
white skirt to her waist. Linda cried hard as the young man cupped her cunt, 
squeezing it. 

"Nice pussy, man,, nice pussy!" 

"Lemme feel it!" 

Linda's body jerked. It was the girl's voice. 

"No, please... " she whispered through sobs. 

The young hand moved between her thighs, a finger sliding under and into her 
cunt. For a moment, the young girl thrust her finger in and out of Linda's 
cunt, then withdrew it, offering her finger to one of the boys. 

The boy licked it, rolling his eyes and smacking his lips. "Man, that is 
pure sugar!" 

"Hey, lady," the girl snickered. "You wanna suck my cunt?" 

"She's a cock-sucker," Frank answered, snickering as nastily as the boys. 
"She loves sucking cock. I don't know about cunt, though." 

The teenaged girl ran around the car and shoved her hand to Frank's crotch, 
gripping his cock inside his pants. "You got a nice cock here, Mister. Give 
that cunt to the boys, and you and me will fuck, okay?" 

"I'll have to think about it," Frank said. 

As he started the car, the girl yelled out her phone number, and as they 
pulled away, Linda caught a glimpse of the girl being surrounded by the 
three boys, all of them feeling her as she giggled. 

"How could you, Frank?" she said as he drove home. 

"I thought it was fun," he grinned at her. 

"I didn't," she said, shoving her white skirt down. "I would appreciate it 
if you kept all this private." 

He gave her glance. 

"Private?" 

"Yes, in privacy." 

"Well, now," he said, and started to hum as he drove them home. 

She noticed his cock was straining inside his pants, and thought that young 
slut had turned him on. She wished he would leave her at home and go back to 
the group of teenagers, have this little fun with them. But she knew he 
wouldn't. 

She entered the house ahead of him. 

"Don't ever make me do anything like that again," she said. 

From behind her, he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Linda screamed 
with the unexpected pain. 

"What did you say, cunt?" 

"N-Nothing, Frank," she sobbed. 

"Don't tell me what to do, cunt!" he hissed in her ear, pulling painfully at 
her hair. "I'll do what I want. If I want to sell your hot, whore's ass, I 
will. If I want to give it away, I will. Don't you forget it, either!" 

He shoved her. 

Linda went sprawling across the floor, her white skirt flying to her 
shoulders, her legs and ass showing. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Before she could get up, Frank had her hands behind her back and cuffed. 
Where he got the cuffs so quickly, Linda didn't know. Maybe he had them in 
his pocket all the time. 

It was useless to struggle, she had learned. She lay flat on the floor, her 
tits flattened beneath her, wrists together at the small of her back. Her 
skirt was still about her shoulders, and although she closed her legs, her 
lovely ass was still exposed. She could sense her husband standing there 
looking down at her. 

"You lost that two-headed cock," he said, "but I have more." 

"Frank, you don't need things like that," she said, hoping to convince him. 
"Those things are... artificial. Use your own cock." 

He didn't answer her. He squatted at her side and unzipped her skirt, 
pulling it from her. Linda turned her face in his direction, and the first 
thing she saw was the bulge of his cock inside his pants. After getting her 
skirt off, he remained there, stroking the backs of her thighs and the silky 
cheeks of her curvy ass. She felt him part her ass-cheeks wide, and her 
asshole drew inward, reflexively. She trembled as she felt him probing her 
asshole with a finger, slipping it in and out. She was thankful it no longer 
hurt. Either she was becoming accustomed to something inside her ass, or it 
had been stretched horribly. 

"Still nice and tight," he said, fucking his finger in and out, deep. 
"You're still a great fuck up the ass, Linda." 

Then he jerked her hips up, raising her ass in the air. Linda closed her 
eyes, blushing again. Her husband seemed to be developing an unusual 
interest in her ass, her ass-cheeks and her asshole. She could feel him 
behind her now, feel his breath against her naked flesh. He stroked a 
fingertip about the crinkle of her asshole, almost tickling it. 

Frank watched Linda's asshole closely, taking delight in the way it 
puckered, then relaxed. It was pink, so tight and hot. On an impulse, he 
shoved his face forward. 

Linda gasped when she felt his lips on her asshole. He didn't lick it, but 
pressed his lips against it as if kissing it, but he wasn't kissing it 
either. She had the insane desire to fart in his face, or start pissing. But 
if she did, it would earn her more punishment, she knew. Still, it would pay 
him back. 

Frank opened his pants, taking his cock and balls out. His prick was bulging 
in hardness. 

"It would have been fun to see those young guys gang-fuck your hot ass, 
Linda," he said, rubbing his cock about her ass. "I would enjoy watching 
them fuck you up the cunt or asshole... maybe make you suck a couple of 
those cocks. The girl... yeah, push your fucking face into her young cunt! 
Make you eat her cunt!" 

He pressed the head of his cock to her asshole, and Linda moaned as the 
pressure increased, but it wasn't with pain. If Frank kept thinking about 
those teenagers, he might do it, she thought. That little whore had given 
him her phone number. Linda had no doubt the little bitch was putting out 
for the three boys, and would like to add Frank to her little parties. If no 
he decided to bring those teenagers here, there wasn't much she could do 
about it. Where could she go? Who could she call? Linda was alone, with 
Frank. 

"Frank," she whispered, "Fuck me, Frank!" 

"I'll fuck you," he said from behind her uplifted ass. "So will anyone else 
I tell you to fuck!" 

"Frank, I want you," Linda cried softly, desperately. "I don't want anyone 
else, only you. I want you to fuck me... anyway you like best!" 

"It doesn't matter what you like or want, cunt," he said, rubbing the 
dripping, wet head of his cock up and down the spreading cheeks of her ass. 
"It's what I want." 

He leaned over and grabbed a handful of Linda's hair. He pulled, lifting her 
face up. Linda moaned with pain, but he wasn't pulling hard. Her moan was 
more expectant of pain than anything. He slowly increased the pull on her 
hair, and Linda squinched her eyes, her mouth opening. With her hands cuffed 
behind her back, her weight was on her knees, her shoulders and tits now. 
She tried to bow her back when he pulled harder on her hair, but it didn't 
help--it only caused her ass to lift in readiness to his cock. And his cock 
was pushing into her asshole. 

Suddenly, Frank yanked on her hair. 

ill Linda screamed. 

As he yanked back on her hair, he rammed his throbbing hard cock into her 
asshole, hard and fast and deep. Her scream was from the pain in her head, 
not the thrust of his cock up her ass. Yet, the sensation of his cock 
fucking into her asshole at the same time as he pulled her hair, it felt 
good to Linda. She didn't believe she could enjoy pain, but somehow right 
this moment, she almost came. Frank held her head way back, her face almost 
tilted straight up, not moving his cock in her ass. She felt it throbbing 
inside her ass-ring, felt his hot balls pressing upon the hairy softness of 
her cunt. Linda was aware that her clit had knotted with excitement 
instantly, something that had never happened before. 

"You want it up the ass, don't you, bitch?" 

"Frank... " 

He yanked at her hair. 

"Don't you?" he demanded. "You want to be fucked in your hot ass, don't 
you?" 

"Yes!" she sobbed, hoping he didn't pull her hair from her scalp. "Yes, I 
do! Fuck me up the ass, Frank! Ohhh, God, fuck my ass hard!" With a laugh, 
he began fucking his cock in and out of her asshole, but he kept a tight 
grip on her hair. Linda's neck was stretched tightly, painfully. The 
friction of his hard cock in her ass offset the pain, or made it more 
bearable. 

She was responding, her cunt turning very wet, her clit throbbing 
deliciously. She wanted, but couldn't tell him, to fuck her in the cunt, 
then the ass, back to her cunt, and back to her ass. She didn't want to 
degrade herself any more than he was degrading her, and she knew if she 
showed signs of loving this, he would become worse than ever before. Her 
enjoyment seemed to make him want to punish her more, for some reason. 

He wanted to hear her beg, plead with him. He wanted to make her scream and 
squirm and cry. He didn't care whether she enjoyed it or not, she felt. 

He pulled harder at her hair, and Linda sobbed with pain. If his cock wasn't 
fucking into her asshole, she was sure she would be unable to take the pain. 
Her asshole was gripping his cock very tightly, squeezing it without any 
conscious thought from her. She was reacting to the new pleasure of taking 
cock up her asshole. 

"Oh, God, Frank!" she cried. 

"Cunt!" 

"Ohhh, don't... " 

"Bitch!" 

"Frank, please don't... " 

"Whore!" 

Each time he snapped a word out, his fucked his cock into her asshole, his 
balls slapping wetly upon her hair-lined cunt. He fucked her so fast and 
forcefully now, it drove her breath from her lungs. He fucked hard, causing 
her to slide on the floor, her tender tits scraping. The thin sweater didn't 
provide much protection. 

"Hurry, Frank!" 

"Cock-sucker!" 

Linda was very close to coming. 

"Ohhhh, I'm going to come, Frank!" 

"Whore!" he shouted. "Cock-sucking cunt whore bitch!" 

"Oooooh, now!" 

Frank jerked his cock from her asshole. 

"No! Not now!" she cried. "I was about to come!" 

"I know you were," he laughed at her. "I don't want you to come." 

"But why?" 

"Because I don't, that's why." 

He had released her hair, and she rested her face on the floor. Her cunt was 
on fire, twitching, her clit painfully swollen. Her asshole squeezed, 
puckering, the sensation of orgasm fading. She heard him leave the room, and 
she tried to relax. 

When he returned, he was carrying two more rubber cocks. Her eyes widened, 
wondering if he had those damned things hidden all over the house. 

"Please, don't put those in me," she pleaded. "I want your cock, Frank. I 
need the real thing, not those nasty things." 

"Stand up, bitch!" he demanded, ignoring her pleas as usual. 

Linda managed to get on her feet, something a bit difficult with her hands 
cuffed at her back. All she wore was the sweater. 

"Spread your legs," he said, squatting in front of her. 

"Frank, don't!" 

"Spread them, you cunt," he ordered. "If you refuse, I'll pull your 
cunt-hair out!" 

To let her know he meant it, he grasped a handful of her thick pussy-hair, 
twisting hard. Linda gasped as a sharp pain whipped through her, and spread 
her legs swiftly. Frank caressed her cunt for a moment, staring at it. He 
smoothed the silky hairs from her puffy cunt- lips, then probed her clit 
with the tip of his tongue. Linda couldn't help it--she returned the 
pressure by shoving her cunt to his mouth. 

"Ooooh, lick me, Frank!" she whispered. "Lick my pussy, please!" 

That had been a mistake. He immediately pulled his mouth away from her cunt. 
She should have learned by this time he wasn't going to do anything she 
wanted, or enjoyed. If she had kept quiet, maybe he would have licked her 
and made her come. But Linda was learning. 

Peeling her cunt open with the fingers of one hand, Frank slipped one of the 
rubber cocks into his wife's cunt. He worked it in and out a few times, his 
eyes burning in excitement as he watched. When he turned it loose, it 
remained deep inside her cunt. In a way, it didn't feel too bad, but then 
Linda was already aroused. Her cunt seemed to grip the rubber cock, holding 
it inside her. Frank slipped behind her now, and Linda understood where the 
other rubber cock was going. 

"Bend over," he said. 

Leaning forward, she felt him spread the cheeks of her ass, then the other 
rubber cock slipped into her. The feel of them both was much different than 
the twin-headed cock. This, for some reason, felt kind of good. She stayed 
leaning over because he had not said she could stand upright. Behind her, 
Frank grasped both rubber cocks at the base and began fucking her with them 
together. Linda couldn't stop the whimper of sudden, perverse pleasure that 
came from her. 

Frank pushed and pulled the rubber cocks, sometimes together, other times 
alternately. He leaned low and watched her cunt and asshole grab for the 
rubber dildos, grinning with excitement. Linda fought against showing signs 
of pleasure, her eyes closed and lips parted. Her face, she knew, was 
expressing what she was feeling, but Frank was squatting behind her and 
couldn't see that. She wanted to wiggle and twist her ass, and it was a 
struggle to hold still. Her knees began to tremble, and she couldn't stop 
that. The wet sounds of the dildo going in and out of her cunt excited her 
as much as the stuffing of her asshole and cunt did. 

"You should see yourself, cunt," he said. "You should see how hot you are 
with these rubber cocks fucking you!" 

Strangely enough, Linda wanted to see those things inside her, but there was 
no way she would let him know. 

"That's enough," he said, standing up. "You can straighten up now." 

Linda stood upright, and the two cocks remained in her pussy and ass 
somehow. 

Frank stood in front of her now, his cock and balls jutting from his pants, 
his cock still very hard. He cupped her sweatered tits, and after fondling 
them a moment, he squeezed, very hard. Linda cried out with sudden pain when 
he twisted her tits, yet her nipples were straining in hardness. When Frank 
discovered this, he took one nipple each between his thumbs and forefingers, 
and began to twist them, pinching at the same time. Linda's face contorted 
with the pain, but she refused to cry out loudly. A scream was what he 
wanted, and she wasn't giving him that pleasure. Tears of pain ran from her 
eyes, down her cheeks, and he took delight in that. 

"Squat!" 

"What?" 

"Squat, cunt!" 

"But I don't know what you... " 

He jerked downward on her tits. "I said... squat!" 

Linda yelped as pain seared through her nipples, and her knees buckled. She 
squatted swiftly, and still those rubber cocks stayed inside her cunt and 
asshole somehow. Frank lay on his stomach, his face between her parted 
knees, his eyes gleaming as he stared into her crotch. The rubber cocks were 
long, very long. The base of each touched the floor. 

"Fuck yourself, Linda," he hissed. 

"But I can't... " 

"Bounce your ass up and down! I want to see you fuck yourself with those 
rubber cocks!" 

To her surprise, she found it was possible. 

She could lift and lower her crotch on the two rubber cocks, and make them 
slide in and out of her ass and cunt. She closed her eyes and let the tears 
flow, feeling horrible, humiliated to put on this show for him. But she had 
no choice. She lifted and lowered her body, fucking herself in the cunt and 
asshole at the same time, feeling the rubber cocks slide in and out. 

"Nice," he said. "You look like the whore you are now, Linda! Fuck those 
things! Fuck your hot, hairy cunt and hot, tight asshole! You make my cock 
so hard... seeing this! I might even come watching you!" 

Linda went up and down, crying with shame, yet experiencing some very good 
sensations in her body. 

Frank stood, his cock and balls jutting outward. 

"Lick my balls," he said, pushing his crotch to her face. 

Eager to comply, Linda pushed her face to his balls, licking at them with 
her long, wet tongue. But she had stopped moving up and down. 

"Keep fucking those things!" 

With soft sobs, Linda began fucking the rubber cocks again, licking at his 
hairy balls. She swirled her tongue about them, tasting the heat radiating 
from them. She lapped her wet tongue about his balls until they glistened 
wetly. 

"Suck them," he said, one hand on the back of her head. "Suck my balls! Take 
them in your hot mouth and suck them good... and keep fucking the rubber 
cocks!" 

Linda pulled his balls past her lips, and kept her naked ass moving up and 
down. His balls were hot inside her mouth, and she closed her lips around 
them, sucking and licking. The taste of his balls in her mouth increased the 
rippling feelings of her cunt and asshole, and while she sucked them, his 
hard cock resting on her cheek, throbbing with hardness. For some reason, 
the scent of his cock after being inside her asshole didn't bother as it had 
before. 

"Ahhh, suck hard, bitch!" 

Linda sucked as hard as she could on his balls, her ass in constant 
movement. Her cunt throbbed and her asshole tingled. Her clit was inflamed, 
and she felt she would come if she could keep this up a little longer. 

"Enough," he said, and pulled his balls from her mouth. "Now, suck my cock." 

Linda started to open her mouth, then remembered where his cock had been. 

"You had it up my ass, Frank," she protested. "I don't want it in my mouth 
after--" 

"Suck my cock, cunt!" 

The hand at the back of her head suddenly yanked her hair. Linda screamed as 
the sharp pain sliced through her. The scream was cut off as her husband 
rammed his cock into her mouth. The taste of shit filled her mouth, but she 
couldn't do anything about it. 

"Don't stop wiggling your ass," he said. "Keep fucking those rubber cocks 
and suck me!" 

He grabbed her head with both hands, and as Linda struggled to fuck the two 
rubber things, he began to fuck her mouth. He fucked his cock in and out 
fast and hard, his swollen cock-head banging into her throat, cutting off no 
her breathing. She struggled to keep her ass bouncing and to suck his cock 
at the same time. Her mouth was crowded with his long, thick cock, and he 
rammed it so hard, she knew she would have a sore throat when it was over. 
Her lips stretched, sliding over the throbbing hardness, scraping across her 
tongue and the roof of her mouth. The taste of shit became less as her 
tongue licked it off. 

"I'm going to come down your fucking throat, Linda!" Frank grasped, pounding 
his cock back and forth, his loaded balls swinging against her chin. "Suck 
my cock hard! Suck it like you love it, you bitch! Give me a blow-job I'll 
remember for ever!" 

Linda struggled to suck him, hardly able to breathe. His cock went so deep 
into her throat, but somehow she didn't gag or choke. The hot feel and taste 
of his cock began to excite her, and she rammed her cunt and asshole faster 
onto the rubber cocks beneath her body. The feel of taking those things into 
her, her cunt and asshole stretched, burning, and sucking on his cock at the 
same time, every inch of her creamy flesh was vibrating with approaching 
orgasm. Her tits swelled inside her light sweater, her nipples pushing, 
outlined there. If her hand had not been cuffed at her back, Linda would 
have grabbed her husband's ass and squeezed with desire, forcing his cock as 
deep into her throat as she could. 

"Ooooooh, shit, Linda!" Frank groaned. "God, you're good! You suck cock so 
fucking good! Eat it, you cock-sucker! Gobble my cock up! You love hard cock 
in your fucking mouth, don't you? You could suck cock all day, couldn't you? 
You'd love to have one hard cock after the other, fucking your hot, wet 
mouth, wouldn't you, cunt!" 

Linda began to moan softly, unable to still the sounds of her increasing 
ecstasy. She rammed up and down on the rubber cocks, whimpering with hunger 
as he fucked his cock back and forth into her now greedy mouth. 

"Ohhhh, eat it up! I'm about to come, you bitch! Oh, make me come in your 
cock-sucking mouth!" 

The explosion of his come-juice burned into her throat. 

Linda's cunt almost convulsed immediately. Her mouth filled with the 
scalding, thick juice of his balls, and ran from her stretched lips before 
she could begin swallowing. Then, as his cock sprayed across her tongue, she 
began to gulp the juices down hungrily, her ass moving almost violently now, 
fucking the rubber cock with her cunt and asshole. Crying now with ecstasy, 
Linda shoved her mouth onto his cock, her lips scraping at the open fly of 
his pants, his balls crushed on her chin. She sucked hard, swallowing his 
come-juice with pleasure, her cunt about to convulse. 

But then, as he finished coming, Frank pulled his cock from her mouth. 

"No! Please, not yet!" Linda cried. "Let me suck it some more! Ohhhh, I'm 
about to come, Frank!" 

He stepped back, looking down at her. Linda was fucking frantically at the 
two cocks, fucking herself in the cunt and asshole wantonly, come-juice 
dripping from her mouth. 

Linda, her eyes glazed with passion, didn't see what he was doing. 

Frank, with a wicked grin on his face, lifted his cock, and began pissing 
into her face. 

"Oh!" Linda cried out as the hot piss splashed into her face. She jerked her 
head to one side, feeling him drench her hair. 

But Frank jerked her face back and pissed across her come-juice-smeared 
lips. The piss ran down her chin and over her sweater, soaking her tits. 

"Keep your fucking face toward me!" he demanded, pissing a strong stream 
into it. 

Hating herself, Linda felt her cunt expanding. She had been very close 
orgasm when he came in her mouth, and to her horror, she now began to come. 
The hot piss drenched her face, and she was coming. With squeals, she began 
stabbing herself up and down on the rubber cocks again, coming hard, her 
cunt gripping as her asshole flexed. 

The rapture of her orgasm was strong, and Linda, without thinking, opened 
her mouth, then closed her lips about the head of her husband's cock, 
sucking the piss from him, swallowing it, coming as her half-naked body 
vibrated with her most powerful orgasm ever. 

"Drink my piss, you crazy cunt!" Frank urged. 

Linda drank, horrified at herself, yet taking perverse pleasure at the same 
time... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Linda tried to understand herself, but it was hard to do. 

She paced the house, wondering about this change coming over her. At first, 
she hated what her husband was doing to her. She hated it when he brought 
the paperboy in, watching the kid fuck her. She almost died with shame when 
he brought the strange man home, the one that fucked her in the asshole that 
first time. 

She hated it when he let those teenaged kids feel her up at the cafe. But... 
she flung herself down on the couch. Try as she did, Linda couldn't deny she 
was starting to enjoy what Frank was doing with her. 

She leaned back, closing her eyes, and when her mind began to drift to 
erotic things, she let it go. One thing that was changing, Linda seemed to 
think about sex more often, and not just getting fucked. She thought about 
wild, impossible things, things she found fun to dream about, but would 
never allow. At least, never let Frank know because if he did, he would do 
them. 

She wondered about piss, why it felt so good on her, in her face, why it 
excited her when she tasted piss. She writhed her hips on the couch as her 
thoughts continued along that route. 

When Frank pissed in her face, then in her mouth, she had come so hard, so 
very hard. 

Even when he pissed in her asshole, she had enjoyed it, she now admitted. 
Then, horribly, she wondered what it would feel like it Frank shit on her, 
maybe on her stomach, her thighs, or better yet, her tits. 

Linda shoved such perverse thoughts out of her mind, feeling as dirty as 
Frank called her. 

There was no way she would enjoy that, no way! Yet, it was fun to 
contemplate him squatting over her tits, shitting on them, so she could 
watch his asshole. Try as she did, she couldn't get rid of such crazy 
thoughts. Frank loved to humiliate her, and if he knew what she thought 
about, he could certainly shit on her, she knew. 

In her mind, she saw herself tied up helplessly, and with Frank shoving his 
ass to her face after he had taken a shit, making her lick him clean. Her 
hand moved under her skirt to her cunt, and Linda fondled herself as she 
wondered what it would be like to lick his ass after he had shit. Her 
fingers pinched at her clit as she imagined him pushing his asshole to her 
mouth, of her sucking his asshole and licking it, tasting it, the shit... 

She pinched her clit. 

Hard. 

And came. 

"Oh, I don't want that!" she sobbed aloud, jerking her hand away from her 
cunt. 

Hating herself for what happened, what she was thinking about, she entered 
the kitchen and prepared herself a sandwich for lunch. She sat there, eating 
but not tasting her food. She really didn't mind being tied up now, she 
admitted. She didn't even mind when Frank hurt her, as long as he was 
fucking her in some way at the same time. She recalled how ashamed she had 
been sitting in the cafe with her legs open, the teenagers looking at her 
cunt. She remembered it had excited her, and finally she admitted excitement 
when her husband allowed them to feel her up. 

Linda hung her head, burying her face in her hands, crying because of what 
she was becoming. She didn't understand why she couldn't be like normal 
women, enjoy sex the way others did. But how did others enjoy sex? Maybe 
they were doing the same thing she and Frank were doing. Maybe there were a 
lot of wives and girlfriends who enjoyed being tied up and forced to do 
wicked, horrible things to a man, or forced to submit to what the man wanted 
of their bodies. 

After a while, she straightened up, drying her eyes with her fingers. 

She decided if that was what turned her on now, then that was the way it 
was, and she could do nothing about it. 

Except enjoy it. 

She stood up, and with a determined smile on her face, went to the bathroom 
to bathe. 

While in the tub, Linda kept running everything through her mind, searching 
for some flaw in her character, something that would give her a clue as to 
what was happening to her. She found nothing. She decided she was no more 
flawed than anyone else. She decided that it wasn't a flaw to enjoy what one 
enjoyed most. More and more curious about this difference in her, she bathed 
quickly, then let the water run from the rub. But she remained in the tub, 
watching the water drain away. Then, as if making an instant decision, she 
spread her legs wide, peering down at her bushy cunt. She pulled upward on 
her silky cunt-hair until she could see her clit bulging up. With a slight 
flush of excited shame, she began to pat her cunt with the palm of her hand. 
Then she struck her pussy harder. 

Each blow sent a tingling shock through her. Her flush deepened, but more 
with excitement now than shame. She slapped at her cunt, her legs wide. She 
clutched one tit, digging her hands into it until she felt the pain. With 
her hips twisting lewdly, she began to slap her cunt harder and harder. The 
sting of her palm against her puffy pussy-lips and her now-inflamed clit was 
starting to feel good. She became very wet, and her palm made wet sounds now 
as she slapped her cunt faster and harder. Gasping, her eyes closed, she 
beat at her pussy almost violently, as if she were punishing it for 
betrayal. The harder she struck her cunt, the more pain she felt, but also 
more pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly, arching her crotch as high as she could, 
slapping hard and fast at her juicy cunt. "Oooooh, God!" 

She moaned over and over, the words timed with the slap of her open hand. 

"Fucking cunt... hot fucking cunt!" With a sudden yelp, Linda's hips shot 
upward, and she swung her palm against her cunt very hard, the hardest blow 
yet. 

And came. 

The orgasm was very strong, rumbling through her body. As the spasms 
clutched her cunt, she grabbed it with her hand and squeezed painfully, 
tears in her eyes, still mumbling, "Fucking cunt... fucking hot cunt... " 

After she was in her room, she saw her cunt was very red, an angry color. 
She smiled as she examined it, feeling the pleasure still flowing between 
her thighs. She selected a black garter belt, snapping it about her hips, 
then drew on a pair of black fishnet nylons. She considered panties, and 
decided against them. 

Sliding her feet into very high heels, she looked at herself again, and 
decided she wouldn't put anything else on. She would meet her husband at the 
door this way, throw the door wide open, no matter if he had someone with 
him, and greet him with a hot kiss. She would show him she was eager for his 
way of sexual fun now. She would open the door and let anyone see her, and 
she would grab that cock as she kissed him, and if he had anyone with him, 
she would grab that cock, too. If he should happen to have a woman with 
him... well, Linda smiled, she would grab the woman's cunt, too. 

What she had not counted on was her husband's reaction. She did not 
understand Frank wanted her passive, meek, shy. She did not understand most 
of his pleasure was in dominating her, not her boldness. She did not 
understand if she showed her cunt to anyone, it had to be his decision, not 
hers. She did not understand his wild, erotic desire to control her actions, 
to make her feel humiliated and degraded. All Linda understood was she found 
enjoyment in being tied, spanked, having her cunt slapped, being mistreated. 

Just as she planned, she threw the door wide when she heard his key in the 
door. 

Frank was alone, and she felt a momentary disappointment. She flung her arms 
around his neck, smashing her mouth to his, and at the same time grabbed for 
his cock. She squeezed his cock hard as she kissed him, standing in the open 
doorway in her garter belt and nylons. 

"Fucking cunt!" Frank snarled, shoving her away from him. "What the fuck do 
you think you're doing, cunt!" 

His push was hard enough to send Linda sprawling on her naked ass, her legs 
spreading as she looked at him. "But I thought you... " 

"You don't know what I think, whore," he said, coming in and closing the 
door. "Don't ever try to presume you know what I want. When I want 
something, I'll tell you. Do you understand me, cunt!" 

"Yes," Linda whispered, lowering her eyes shyly. 

Frank leaned over her, curling his fingers in her pussy-hair, then jerking 
hard. 

Linda screamed with pain, her hips shooting upward. Her legs were still 
parted, and with his other hand, Frank slapped her in the cunt as hard as he 
could. Linda screamed, but she was coming, too. Her cunt had convulsed with 
the slap, and her hips writhed as she held her weight on her shoulders and 
feet, her pussy arching into the air, held there by his grip on her silky 
cunt-hair. 

"Whore," he spat, turning her loose. 

Linda's naked ass thumped to the floor, and she gasped as her orgasm faded, 
her firm tits rising and falling. Her eyes were smoky as she looked up at 
him. Frank opened his pants, waggling his cock at her. 

"Let me suck it, Frank," she asked softly. "Let me suck your cock. Put it in 
my mouth and let me make it hard for you!" 

"Fuck you," he said, and with his cock dangling, left her on the floor as he 
entered the kitchen. Linda stayed where she was until he returned, carrying 
a cup of instant coffee, sipping it and looking at her. 

"Linda, I've arranged a little party tonight," he said. 

"Frank, just you and me, please," she pleaded softly, but inwardly she was 
starting to tingle with excitement. "We don't need anyone else. You can tie 
me up and do those things to me by yourself." 

"I can do anything I want with you," he replied. "And I can let someone else 
do things to your whore body. You don't tell me what to do, understand?" 

She nodded her head. 

"And you don't ever come to the door dressed this way again," he said. "That 
is, unless I tell you to, understand?" 

Again she nodded. 

He finished his coffee and set the cup on the coffee table. 

"Now will you tie me up and fuck me?" she asked in a small voice. "I'd like 
that, Frank." 

He just looked at her, not showing he had heard her. 

"You can tie me up," she said again, her voice low. "Tie me and fuck me! 
Fuck me in the ass, or in my mouth, Frank. Make me suck your cock, Frank! 
Make me take your big, hard, beautiful cock up my asshole! Fuck me in my ass 
and then piss on me!" 

Linda writhed with increasing excitement as she begged for his humiliation, 
her legs opening and closing. 

"Slap my hot cunt, Frank!" she went on, caressing her tits. "Slap my tits... 
slap my cunt... slap my asshole! Hurt me, Frank! 

Ohhhh, please, tie me up and hurt me all over!" 

She rolled onto her stomach, arching her silky ass high in the air. She 
pulled the cheeks of her ass open with both hands. 

"Slap my ass, Frank! Slap me in my asshole! Ohhhh, slap my cunt and asshole 
and hurt me, please!" 

Frank gazed her, seeing her wanton position, listening to her pleas. He 
stood up, his cock hardening, still out of his pants. He leaned over her, 
looking at her pooching cunt and puckering asshole. He lifted his hand, and 
swung it down hard. Linda gasped with the pain it caused on her tender 
asshole and cunt, but the heat started again, too. She clawed at her ass, 
spreading it wide, her fingers pulling her hairy pussy open at the same 
time. 

"Again!" she cried. 

Once more Frank slapped his wife in her offered cunt and asshole. 

"Ooohhh!" Linda sobbed, twisting her ass with lewd abandonment. "Ahhhh, 
again!" 

But Frank moved from her. His cock was throbbing with intense hardness now, 
standing at an upward angle. Linda licked her lips with eagerness to suck 
it, to taste his cock deep inside her mouth, pushing at her throat, coming 
in it. 

"Stand up!" he demanded, stroking his cock. 

Linda climbed to her feet, standing on trembling legs. She understood what 
he wanted of her now, and she folded her hands behind her back, her eyes 
lowered in shy compliance to his wishes. He looked her over with a grin on 
his face, squeezing his cock to make his cock-head bulge. 

"Lean down and kiss my cock!" he said. 

Linda started to sink to her knees. 

"I said lean, not get on your cock-sucking knees!" 

She quickly complied, leaning from the waist, pursing her lips as he pressed 
his cock to them. She kissed the slit of his piss-hole, and started to lick 
it, but he pulled back. 

"No sucking, not yet," he said. "We're going to the garage. If you do 
everything you're told, I may let you suck my cock off!" 

Meekly, she walked ahead of her husband to the garage. She was pretending 
now, but she didn't let him know. She kept up her act of shyness, of 
embarrassment, but her cunt was throbbing and vibrating with anticipation, 
her clit deliciously knotted. 

He had her stand in the middle of the garage, and cuffed her wrists to 
dangling chains. Once that was done, he spread her feet until she was almost 
doing the splits. He chained her ankles, making sure her legs were spread 
very widely. Her weight hung by her wrists, and she watched him from lowered 
lashes, fighting back soft moans of eager pleasure. 

Frank walked around her, gazing at her ass. Her ass-cheeks, so creamy and 
smooth, seemed to tremble. He caressed Linda's silky ass tenderly, then 
cupped her cunt from behind, giving it a small, affectionate squeeze. 

Linda could not hold back. 

"Hit me!" she gasped. 

Frank pulled his palm from her cunt. 

"Hit me!" she begged. "Hit my cunt, Frank! Slap me in my pussy... hurt my 
fucking whore's cunt!" 

Frank laughed and moved in front of her again. 

"So, you like it now, do you?" 

"Oh, God, Frank," Linda sobbed, twisting against the chains. "Slap me in my 
cunt! Ohhhh, please, slap the piss out of my whore's cunt!" 

"It's time you learned what you really are, Linda," he said. "But I told 
you, I have a nice little party planned. It wouldn't be polite to start 
without our guests, now would it?" 

"Guests?" 

"Oh, yes... you'll love them." 

"Them?" 

"Let's just say there are more than one," he replied, and started to say 
something else but the clatter of the front bell stopped him. 

"Don't go away," he said, unnecessarily. "That's our guests." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Despite her tingling excitement, Linda was a little afraid. 

Her husband said there was more than one person, and it was apparent it 
would be someone she didn't know. Not certain she would like to be seen this 
way by a number of people, she found tears dripping from her eyes. One man, 
she could understand and accept, but more? 

She could hear voices, but the words were not distinct. She heard laughter, 
and then footsteps. 

Linda cringed inwardly, a deep flush of sudden shame covering her pretty 
face. Her husband was bringing them straight to the garage. 

Linda's eyes widened as the door opened. 

She saw the teenagers coming into the garage, the same ones Frank had 
allowed to fondle her, the ones leering through the window of the cafe at 
her when she had to show her cunt. They entered with hot eyes, snickering 
with anticipation. Behind them was the teenage girl. 

"This is my whore," Frank said, introducing her. "Linda, this is the party I 
promised you." 

Frank had used that telephone number, she suspected. She didn't lift her 
eyes, didn't want to see the hungry leers on those teenaged faces. 

"Hey, cunt," one of the boys said, "You're a damn good-looking piece of 
ass!" 

Another boy laughed, his eyes smoldering with desire. 

The teenaged girl came close to Linda, cupping her chin and lifting her 
face. "I'm Belinda. So, you're this nice man's whore, are you? Well, I'm the 
whore for these guys. Kinda nice, huh, being a whore?" 

The girl was cute, Linda saw, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was 
small, but her figure was outstanding. 

"Turn her loose, Belinda," one of the boys said, "and strip your fucking 
ass. Our man here wants to see what you have." 

With a deliciously wicked giggle, Belinda stepped back and began to undress 
without protest. Linda watched, through her tears. The teenager had tight, 
small, succulent tits, with lovely pink nipples. As she shoved her jeans and 
panties down, the golden fuzz on her cunt was almost non-existent, it was so 
light in color. The pink of her juicy little cunt showed clearly. She had a 
lovely, small, tight ass and long, luscious thighs. Naked, the teenager 
pulled Frank's cock from his pants, and held it in her small hand, jerking 
it back and forth slowly, her blue eyes sparkling. 

"Suck his cock, Belinda," one of the boys said, and the girl immediately 
bent from her waist, and Linda saw her hungrily gulp Frank's thick cock into 
her mouth. 

"She does what we tell her to do," one of the boys said. 

"So does my cunt," Frank said in a thick voice as the girl mouthed his cock 
wetly, greedily. 

"Can we do anything we want with your whore, man?" 

"Anything," Frank said, watching the young girl gobbling on his prick, a 
small hand pulling his heavy balls out, cradling them. 

"Great!" another boy said, stripping out of his clothing, his eyes on 
Linda's chained and helpless body. "You can tie our bitch up if you want to. 
She'll take it up the ass or any place you wanna stick it. She's a hot 
little whore." 

"My whore is hot, too," Frank replied. 

"I wanna fuck her," the now naked teenager said. 

"Go ahead," Frank said, shoving his cock deeper into the teenage girl's hot, 
wet mouth. 

Linda turned her head to one side as the teenaged boy approached her, his 
young cock very hard. With her legs spread by the chains on the floor, the 
boy was just short enough to move his prick between her thighs. The boy 
grabbed her naked hips, and with a quick lunge, drove his hard young cock 
into her cunt. 

Linda gasped as she felt it pound into her. The boy jerked her hips forward 
as he drove up her pussy, pushing them back as he withdrew, making grunting 
sounds. She felt him close his mouth on one of her tits, biting at her 
swollen nipple. She gazed at her husband, who was getting out of his 
clothing while the girl kept sucking his cock. The other two boys, both now 
naked, moved about her naked, hanging body, looking her over, grinning and 
making comments about her. She felt hands groping her ass, her tits. All the 
time the one teenage boy was fucking his cock hard into her cunt. 

Frank looked at her while the girl, now on her knees and sucking at his cock 
vigorously. 

"One of you guys spank her hot ass!" he urged. "My whore needs her ass 
heated up once in a while." 

"Oh, Frank, don't!" Linda cried, and at the same time yearning to have her 
ass spanked while this unknown boy fucked her. 

Her cunt was dripping wet, the fuck-juices running along her spread thighs, 
her clit painfully distended. The hair-lined lips of her cunt were sucking 
at the boy's cock, pulling at it as the friction sent her pulses racing with 
growing ecstasy. 

Linda cried softly as one of the boys began to slap her naked ass, making 
her ass-flesh sting. The blows became harder, and she heard the two behind 
her laugh. Both began to slap at her ass now, one on each ass-cheek. The 
harder they hit her, causing her hips to jerk forward, the stronger her cunt 
gripped the third boy's cock. 

Frank, she saw, had removed his cock from the girl's mouth, and the cute 
naked girl was sprawling on her back, spreading her legs wide and drawing 
her knees to her succulent tits, offering her blonde-haired, sweet little 
cunt to him, gurgling with delight. She saw Frank fuck his huge cock into 
the girl's cunt, and heard the teenaged girl scream with ecstasy, ramming 
her little ass up to him eagerly. 

The sight of her husband fucking that teenaged girl excited Linda, and she 
began to groan, her cunt clasping wetly, tightly, about the young cock 
plunging into her cunt. With a loud moan, she arched her ass to the slapping 
hands, and her naked body shuddered into orgasm. 

The boy in front of her gave a tight-sounding yell, spurting his young 
come-juice into her cunt, sending a delicious fire through Linda's 
convulsing cunt. 

As soon as the boy pulled his prick from her pussy, one of the others took 
his place, fucking into her cunt very hard. Linda groaned but it was the 
groan of rapture, not pain. Her ass stung from the slapping, and she rammed 
her pussy to the teenaged cock! She watched her husband fucking his thick 
prick into the eager little girl's cunt, his balls slapping upon her small 
asshole. The girl twisted and grasped Frank at his shoulders, shouting her 
ecstasy. 

Linda swung on the chains as the boy fucked his cock hard into her cunt. She 
felt a hand on one of her tits, squeezing it hard, another on her ass, 
digging painfully at one ass-cheek. 

"Hurt me!" she screamed. "Hurt my cunt! Hurt my tits! Hurt my ass! Hurt me 
all over and fuck me!" 

The boys snickered, and Frank looked up at her, grinning widely as he thrust 
into the young girl's cunt faster and faster. 

"Ooooh, come with me!" the girl, Belinda, shouted. "You're making my cunt 
come, Mister! Oooooh, give my hot cunt your sweet, hot come-juice! Fill my 
fucking pussy with come-juice!" 

Through a haze of rapture, Linda saw the young girl hump her ass up, 
grinding onto Frank's cock. But when he came, Frank jerked his prick out of 
her tight little pussy, and shot his come-juice over her small, sugary 
titties. The girl screamed in pleasure, smearing the fuck- juices of Frank's 
balls about her tits, then licking hungrily at her hands. 

Linda's cunt boiled, gripping the teenaged cock as hard as possible, her 
face contorting with the pleasure. There was an aching in her wrists now, 
from hanging and being swung about as the boy fucked her. She began to come 
again, her screams those of mindless ecstasy. 

She didn't know when the boy came in her cunt. 

She was almost fainting from the sensations searing her body. She hung 
limply from the chains, hardly able to see, gasping, her full tits heaving! 
Her nipples were very stiff and hard. The third boy, the one that had not 
fucked her yet, stood and looked at her, his cock very hard. Linda licked 
her lips. 

"Fuck me!" she begged him. "Fuck your hard cock in my cunt and fuck me, 
too!" 

Frank was on his feet now, watching her. The teenaged girl, with come-juice 
smearing her small titties, stood at his side, fingering her cunt with 
unabashed wantonness, her blue eyes gleaming. 

"Can I do something to her?" the girl asked. 

"Anything you want," Frank said. 

"Can I make her... make her suck my cunt?" 

"You can make her suck your asshole if you want!" Frank replied. 

The girl came toward Linda, a wicked grin on her face. Linda blushed when 
the girl ran her hot little hands about her naked tits, feeling them. No 
other girl had ever touched her, and it embarrassed Linda. The girl's hands 
moved down her sides, then around to fondle her naked ass-cheeks. The girl 
kept gazing into Linda's eyes as she worked a finger into the crack of 
Linda's ass, rubbing her puckered asshole. 

"You wanna suck my ass?" the girl asked. "You wanna suck my cunt and fuck me 
up my asshole with your tongue?" 

"No, I don't," Linda said. 

"But you gotta do it," the girl insisted. "Your husband said you had to!" 

The girl pulled her hands around in front of Linda, brushing her fingers 
into her silky pussy- hair. Linda shivered when the girl began to fondle her 
cunt, working her fingers into her cunt-slit, then rubbing her wet cunt-lips 
and clit. No matter what Linda tried, her cunt began to bubble as her clit 
responded. The girl rubbed her hand into Linda's cunt until it was drenched 
with pussy-juice and the juice from the two boys' balls. Then she pulled her 
hand away, and rubbed it over Linda's face and mouth. 

"Lick my palm, cunt!" the girl demanded. 

Linda shoved her tongue out, licking the fuck- juices from the girl's hand, 
knowing she was blushing with shame, but unable to help it. Suddenly, her 
eyes widened. 

She was coming again! 

Her naked ass twisted as she moaned with orgasm. Watching her come in this 
disgusting manner, the boys laughed. 

"She loves it, doesn't she?" one of them said. 

"Every fucking thing you do to her!" Frank said, his cock starting to swell 
as he watched what the pretty teenager was doing to her. 

"Let her down," he said, "but use those handcuffs there. Cuff her hands 
behind her back, and make her kneel!" 

The boys let her down, and she didn't resist when they pulled her hands 
behind her back and put the cuffs on her. She went to her knees when someone 
pushed her shoulders. She sat on her heels, her face a bright pink as they 
circled her. 

The boy who had not fucked her stood before her, and he grabbed her head 
suddenly. 

"Suck me, cunt!" he demanded, fucking his young cock into Linda's mouth. 
"Suck me off! 

Drink my come-juice, you fucking whore!" 

Before she closed her eyes, Linda saw her husband watching her lips spread 
about the boy's cock, his eyes bright as he fingered the teenaged girl's 
blonde pussy. 

"Give him a good blow-job, Linda," Frank said. "Suck him real good, or we'll 
all take turns beating your hot whore's ass!" 

Linda sucked hard, strongly, taking the boy's cock deep into her mouth, her 
tongue licking. She darted her face back and forth, not at all surprised at 
her excitement at being watched sucking a hard cock. She sucked hungrily, 
her lips sliding over his throbbing cock-shaft, tasting the dripping juices 
from his piss-hole. She wasn't at all surprised to find her cunt throbbing 
with wet heat again. Her hands cuffed behind her, sitting on her heels, her 
mouth filled with a young, hard cock, her husband watching her as the others 
did, Linda once more started coming, her cunt squeezing as her mouth sucked 
vigorously, trying to draw young, boiling come-juice down her throat. 

The other two boys knelt at her side, taking a tit each. They began to pinch 
her nipples, very hard. The shooting pain caused Linda to suck even more 
vigorously. She made wet sounds with her lips and tongue. The harder the 
boys pinched and twisted her nipples, the stronger she sucked. 

The boy, after watching her take the other two in her cunt, was already very 
excited. His cock throbbed inside her wet mouth, his balls banging at her 
chin. He grabbed the back of her head, jerking her onto his cock, choking 
her when his swollen cock-head slipped into her throat. Linda's cunt seemed 
on fire, as if it was burning from her body, coming very hard. 

"Squirt in her mouth!" the girl called excitedly. "Come in that fucking 
whore's mouth! Fuck her face... come in her cock-sucking throat!" 

"Oooooh!" The boy moaned, fucking his cock faster into Linda's mouth, his 
balls slap-' ping her chin. He gripped her hair, and the pain shooting 
through her head made Linda try to swallow his cock. Her cunt was in tight 
spasms of orgasm, and when the boy shot his come- juice down her throat, she 
almost passed out with ecstasy. "Take it, bitch!" the boy shouted. "Take it 
in your cock-sucking mouth! Eat my cock... drink my come-juice!" 

Linda did, hungrily, as if starved for it. Come-juice dripped out of her 
mouth and over her chin when the boy pulled his cock out. Linda slumped, her 
cunt still twitching, her tongue running over her smeared lips. 

Her husband pushed the teenaged girl toward her. "Open your legs, Belinda," 
he said. "My wife is going to suck your cunt!" 

With a squeal of pleasure, the young girl spread her legs, then her finger 
spread her blonde cunt wide open. 

"Eat my cunt, whore!" the teenage girl demanded. Someone pushed Linda's face 
into the girl's cunt. 

Linda began licking vigorously, tasting her hot pussy-juices, trying to 
drive her tongue into the tight little cunt her husband had just fucked. The 
girl's silky thighs excited her as they brushed her cheeks, and she sucked 
and licked as hard as she could. Someone was pushing at the girl's small ass 
and the back of Linda's head, smashing her mouth into the sugary pussy. The 
girl began to gasp and sob with pleasure, grinding her cunt at Linda's 
mouth. 

"Ooooh, you're a good cunt-sucker!" the girl gasped. "You suck my cunt as 
good as the guys do! Ooooh, you're gonna make my cunt come in your whore 
mouth!" 

Linda rammed her tongue deeply into the girl's hot cunt, and felt the spasms 
squeeze hard. She thrust her tongue in and out, making the girl's orgasm 
last for a long time. 

When her face was pulled away, it glistened from her nose to her chin, a 
mixture of come- juice from balls and pussy-juice. The girl leaned over, and 
licked at Linda's face, thrusting her small tongue past her lips and into 
her mouth. Linda, almost crazy with strange desires, sucked at the girl's 
tongue wantonly. When the girl pulled her face back, she pinched Linda's 
tits, hard. 

Linda screamed. 

Then, someone was shoving her onto her back, and something held her legs 
very wide. She saw the young girl squat above her face, her succulent pussy 
dripping. She saw the pink asshole, and this time no one had to tell her 
what to do. Linda lifted her head, burying her face into the girl's cunt and 
ass, licking her tight pucker, then her pussy, and back again. 

"I'm gonna piss in your fucking face!" the teenaged girl cried out. 

Linda jerked her face away, but it was too late. 

The hot piss splashed into her face, stinging her clamped lips. 

"Open your mouth, cunt!" she heard her husband demand, and someone slapped 
her cunt, hard. 

Linda cried out, her mouth opening. The girl pissed into her mouth, leaning 
over and watching with hot, bright eyes, giggling. Linda tasted her hot 
piss, her tongue sliding from her mouth. With a moan, Linda shoved her open 
mouth to the girl's cunt, swallowing thirstily, her cunt on fire again. 

When the girl finished pissing, Linda's face and hair was drenched in it. 
But her cunt was twitching and throbbing. She twisted her ass on the floor, 
her hands still cuffed behind her. She couldn't close her legs because her 
ankles had been chained, holding them open. 

"Oooooh!" she moaned, her eyes wild with perverse passion. "Frank, piss on 
me!" Frank laughed, waggling his cock over her tied body. 

"All of you, piss on me!" she begged. "Piss on my tits... piss on my cunt... 
all over me!" 

"Are you a fucking whore, Linda?" Frank asked. 

"Yes!" she screamed. 

"You love being tied up, sucking and fucking every hard cock you can get?" 

"Yes!" 

"And cunt?" 

"Oh, God, yes!" 

"Say it!" 

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" she screamed in ecstasy. "I'm a cunt... I'm a whore! Piss 
on me, please!" 

The three boys and her husband aimed their cocks over her body, and all 
began to piss at the same time. The hot piss rained upon her cunt and tits, 
her thighs and stomach, her tits and face. Linda was coming insanely, her 
cunt squeezing as the convulsions filled her. 

In the background, she heard the teenaged girl: "I'm next! You guys gotta 
tie me up and fuck me, then piss on me!" 

Just before she fainted with ecstasy, she heard her husband reply: "You're 
next, you little cunt... " 


THE END
