With his free hand, Sal began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock, preparatory to sticking it into the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled the thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the lengthy instrument directly at the tight puckered hole now partially stretched from the brutal rummaging of his middle finger.
He opened her fearfully trembling buttocks-cleft again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body against her back. His massive pulsating cock slid along the perspiration-dampened crevice until the tip rested against the tiny throbbing hole, shining wetly from his spit. Then levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed slightly with his hips, directing his desire-swollen penis straight into the tightly clenched opening. Mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing his huge cock-head cruelly forward into her cringing little anus.
Art, who had retreated to the armchair once again, watched in lewd fascination as the impaled young housewife groaned in torment and writhed in pain. His thick erect penis was pounding with excitement and jerked straight up in angry lust. Never taking his eyes from the obscene sight of his muscular friend boring his massive cock between Susan's stretched and trembling ass-cheeks, he gripped his rigid cock with his hand and began to pump it up and down eagerly. He wanted to fuck her again, and his time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
"Nooo!" Susan gasped as Sal's hotly inflamed penis finally hammered its brutal way right up into the painfully expanded depths of her rectum. Now, miraculously, it was in all the way to the hilt. She shuddered spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the vicious intrusion. It was completely useless to resist any further.
"This cunt has a real tight asshole," Sal grunted, "just the way I like 'em."
He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands, and pulled her up on to her knees, bending her subservient body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her searing virginal rectum with long smooth strokes, making the agonized young wife cry out in pain and humiliation.
Art, riveted to the scene, was jerking frantically at his lewdly excited penis, nearly out of his mind with perverted delight. Tanya, meanwhile, had retreated to a dim corner of the living room, and was also watching the brutal anal impalement of the captive young wife. Despite her sympathy for Susan, her own corrupt sense of pleasure was thrilled by the depraved scene she was witnessing. Her hand clutched a long yellow wax candle that she had quietly snatched from the candleholder, and she sat with her back leaning against the wall, slumped forward so that her pink glistening little pussy was completely exposed, and brought the wick-tipped point of the candle directly to her vaginal opening, rotating it around and around over the hotly excited flesh. Then, as she watched Sal begin to drive his hugely stiffened penis into Susan's boiling young rectum with brutal frantic strokes, she suddenly thrust the cool waxy candle upwards into her vaginal interior.
"Mmmmmmn," she mewled excitedly as the slender instrument slid easily up her lust-moistened cuntal walls, "ooooooohhh…"
She began to thrust the candle in and out of her proffered pussy, slumping further down and pulling her knees up to give her easier entry, driving the waxy phallus all the way up until it slammed against the shuddering flesh of her cervix, then pulling it all the way out with a wet sluicing sound. She continued to fuck herself with the candle with mounting frenzy as she watched the torrid anal rape taking place a few yards away from her.
Unconscious of what his blonde girl friend was doing, Art suddenly lunged from the armchair, too excited now to hold back from joining the orgy.
"Hey Sal, turn her on her side so I can join in, huh?"
"Sure, man," his friend replied with a laugh. Locking his hands, tightly to Susan's hips, he rolled to the side, pulling her hard against his chest. His throbbing cock was still embedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay full-length on her side.
The younger man lost no time in pulling the brutalized young housewife's free leg up so that it dangled over Sal's thighs, and her pulsingly hot vagina was helplessly exposed just above the ruddy stalk of Sal's penis. Then he grasped his painfully lusting cock, swiftly positioned himself on his side facing the agonized bride, and rammed forward with all his youthful strength, his long hard thickness slipping quickly into Susan's wet stretched pussy.
"Uuuuunnnggggghhhh!!" she groaned as its heatedly throbbing length slithered Up into her vaginal depths, joining Sal's cock, already buried in her burning rectal channel, only a thin membrane away. The impaled young wife lay moaning and sobbing, sandwiched tightly between their huge skewering penises like an insect, with only the narrow wall of tissue between her anus and vagina to separate the two vicious instruments of torture. She was face to face with Art, his cruel leering eyes boring into her like knives as he gripped her shoulders roughly for support, his fingernails digging into her flesh and adding another measure of cringing pain. Then he kissed her harshly with his wet sensual lips and began to fuck into her hotly penetrated pussy.
The young drifter drove into her frenziedly while Sal burrowed with merciless force into the hot depths of her rectum. After a few moments they developed a natural rhythm, buffeting the helpless young wife between them without mercy. She was groaning a single low whine of pain-racked defeat that went on and on while they ground into her, interrupted only by sudden cries of particularly intense agony when the impalement became more than she could bear.
Meanwhile, in the shadows nearby, Tanya was nearly out of her mind with rampant pleasure as she fucked herself with the narrow candle, driving it far up into her wet receptive cunt and rotating it wildly inside. Her body shivered with excitement, and she tossed her bouffant mane of blonde hair feverishly like a jungle animal gone berserk, mewling in pleasure, her eyes rolling unseeing. Her lover and his long-time friend were fucking the hell out of Susan, and the sight of it thrilled her to the depths of her being. This, she realized lewdly, was why she loved Art so much. Who else could provide her with this kind of excitement? Who else could make her world so fantastically full of wanton enjoyment? Oh, she loved him, loved him as she had never loved anybody. She didn't care who he fucked, or what he did, just as long as she could be there. With a soul-searing moan of lust, she drove the candle far up into her pussy, up practically into her belly, while her loins churned with a steaming sensual heat that was driving her crazy.
"Oh yesss," she groaned through clenched teeth, "yessss!!"
Only yards away from the voluptuous blonde, the young housewife continued to cry out in pain. Her loins were stretched wide now by the two thick rods of male flesh, and she was sure that she had reached the lowest point of degradation that any woman had ever endured. Every inch of her cream-white young body shuddered with stinging torturous pain, and she felt drowned in humiliation, no longer even human.
But then, deep in her depraved ravaged body, she began to feel once more the familiar churning of reawakening passion. The forbidden thrill of pleasure that had taken hold of her many times now in the past two days suddenly began to rise again from somewhere deep in her belly as the two cruel men continued to fuck her savagely. Her skin began to ripple with a flowing warmth and her alcohol-clouded brain reeled, pulling her away from the shocking reality of her double rape into a raging torrent of bestial enjoyment. Every nerve-ending in her body came alive as the swirling tides of passion swept through her entire being. She was being mercilessly abused and fucked by two strange men in her own living room, and now she began to relish it, thrill to it, squirm her body in pure sensual response to it! Shamelessly she began to return Art's rough kisses, clamping her lips feverishly on his, eagerly giving vent to the wanton lust that now took complete hold of her once again.