"Ready for more?" Art queried.
"More? What do you mean?" The young wife set her coffee cup down abruptly, wondering what further torment the darkly handsome drifter had in mind for her. Wasn't it enough that he had ravaged her mercilessly in her own bedroom, and that he and his vulgar girlfriend had made a wreckage of her kitchen? Why didn't he just go away and leave her alone?
"You don't think last night was it, do you?" Art went on as Tanya sat beside him and began to wolf down a huge breakfast. "Hell, this weekend's only just started! Ain't that right, Tanya?"
"Sure, doll, anything you say. Just let me finish this food, okay? Then we can do anything you want."
Suddenly Art appeared to be seized with rage, and he grabbed the plate of food away from the startled blonde girl and hurled it angrily against the wall. The plate shattered instantly, and eggs, potatoes and bacon flew in every direction adding to the general chaos in the room. Susan bit her lip to keep from crying out in fury. How dare he do such a thing?
"I don't like to have my orders disobeyed, cunt," Art snarled to his pouting girlfriend. "You do as I say, understand, whenever I want. And right now I want to get my prick stirred up a little. Hell, I been up for two hours and I ain't had a hard-on yet. Now let's get goin'."
"Well, what do you want me to do, Art? I mean, gee, don't get so mad. I didn't know what was goin' on in your head."
"Well, now you do. How about lickin' out Susie's cunt? After all that finger-fuckin' and cock-fuckin' she must be all sore down there. How about it?"
"Why sure, Art, I'd be glad to."
She glanced with a broad smile at Susan, who sat as if frozen in her chair. Art was asking his girlfriend to… to make love to her! The young wife was totally shocked by the idea, unable to believe that he could possibly be demanding such a thing. Nothing was more shameful to her than the idea of two women having sexual contact. After all, it was something only discussed in whispers behind closed doors. In fact, she had often thought that such things actually never happened, that they were only dirty stories made up by sick people to amuse their corrupt minds. But now… her young captor was actually ordering his voluptuous blonde girlfriend to… to make love to her! An icy shiver of shame rippled through her naked young body.
Tanya, on the other hand, took Art's command with no noticeable trace of concern. Now eighteen, she had been involved in just about every kind of sexual scene imaginable since she had run away from her rural Virginia home at the age of fourteen. The curvaceous blonde had shacked up with one man after another in order to keep herself fed, finding that her extraordinary face and figure were all she needed to get by. When she had run into Art, strictly by chance in a diner in Kansas, she had been living with a middle-aged businessman and his wife as their sexual mascot and was tired of it. Art offered her a few months of traveling, and she grabbed the chance.
Although her boyfriend was strange and often required her to perform bizarre sexual practices whenever the fancy struck him, she found him vastly preferable to others she had known and liked the excitement that surrounded her when she was with him. Making love to men, women, anything, didn't bother her in the slightest. It was all the same, and she enjoyed just about all of it. In fact, she actually relished the idea of sexual intimacy with the obviously terrified young wife, for she found Susan quite attractive in a wholesome way. Indeed, the young wife's compact young body had aroused her from the minute she had come into the kitchen.
"Now let's have a little action, okay?" Art said.
"Where, honey pie? The living room?" Tanya asked.
"Hell no, right here," he replied. Rising, he suddenly swept his arm across the huge, circular kitchen table, instantly clearing it of cups, plates and food by sending them crashing to the floor in a heap of shattered china and garbage.
"Okay Susie, get up on the table. Seems like a good strong table to me. It should hold both of you real nice. Climb up, bitch."
The captive brunette went cold with terror as she realized that Art wanted her to climb onto the kitchen table, the old oak table that she and Tim had found in a country roadside antique store, and lie there completely naked on her back. He must be insane, she realized inwardly, completely insane! But she had to obey him, no matter how she felt. Forcing herself to comply, she rose meekly from her chair and climbed awkwardly up onto the solid wood table.
"Good, that's real good," her young captor said as she lay back, tense and anxious, on the tabletop. "But spread your legs, so Tanya can see what a real nice cunt you got."
Susan shut her eyes as a wave of utter humiliation shivered through her prostrate form. Slowly, she spread her legs wide as Tanya rose from her chair and sauntered around so that she could see the exposed pink flesh of the young housewife's reluctantly proffered vaginal slit.
"Ain't that a nice one?" Art asked, his eyes bulging with anticipation as his long thick penis stirred lurchingly to life.
"Real nice, yeah. You got a nice pussy, you know that?"
Susan couldn't believe the lewd obscenity of the two of them. They were examining her as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop. She wanted to scream in anger and terror, but she knew also that Art was dangerous, really dangerous, and that to do such a thing would be to put her life in peril. And so she struggled to suppress her feelings and accept numbly whatever degradation they wanted to inflict on her.
"Now, get on up there, Tanya, and give me a good show, 'cause I want to jerk off."
Smiling slyly, Tanya eased her lush jiggling body up onto the table until she was kneeling between Susan's tensely parted legs. Her eyes were riveted to the faintly pulsing split of pink flesh nestled in the young wife's hair-fringed pubic triangle, and little tingles of warm anticipation fluttered over the blonde's crouched body as she lowered her head down to the warm perfumed furrow of the brunette's cuntal area. She flicked her moistly searching tongue out experimentally and dabbed at the fluted folds of vaginal flesh. Susan's body jerked involuntarily at the contact of the blonde girl's snake-like probe with her fearfully quivering slit, and her hands clenched into two tight fists held rigid at her sides as she sought desperately to keep from screaming in torment.
Tanya ran her licking tongue up and down the full length of the exposed crevice, while her hands gripped the firm flesh of the young wife's white curving hips. Her own handsomely endowed body was responding with lewd excitement as she lapped hungrily at Susan's vaginal lips. The blonde's cuntal interior began to glow with a pleasant warmth, and the nerve endings all over her skin pulsed in lurid anticipation. She increased the fervor of her oral manipulations, gliding her wet extended tongue up and down, up and down, savoring the distinctly feminine aroma that wafted up into her nostrils.
Soon she found the bud of the young wife's clitoris, pulsing softly with involuntary arousal at the voluptuous blonde's artful tonguing. She began to massage it lewdly with her lips, teeth and tongue, finding just the right sensitive spot that she knew would provoke waves of lusty pleasure, even though the reluctant brunette was obviously struggling to resist. Sucking greedily at the little penis-like protrusion, she let her hands move adventurously upwards, sliding over the young housewife's smooth white skin until they came to rest on the heaving mounds of her ample breasts. Continuing to suck voraciously at Susan's clitoris, she now began to squeeze and stroke her breasts as well.