Hung, strung housewife

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm going to hide under the desk," Jack said as he strapped her hands to the desk's front legs. Two of her husband's old belts worked just fine for the job, "Don't tell them I'm there. And tell them how hot you are. HOW many times you came. Maybe they'll fuck you."

"No, Jack!" Rachel hissed, tears running down her beautiful cheeks as he spread her shapely legs wide and strapped her ankles to the desk's back legs. "This is too much! I'm not some kind of whore! I'm not a slave!"

"That's exactly what you are," Jack said, and to prove his point he thrust two fingers fully into Rachel's swampy cunt. "I can make you cum anytime I want. You're a hot-assed whore and I'm the only one who can cool you down. You'll do whatever I fucking say, won't you?"

He was stirring his fingers inside Rachel's still heated cunt. Rachel moaned, hating herself for being controlled so easily by the teenager but unable to stop the feelings that were shivering through her voluptuous body. It seemed so unfair. He was stronger, he had her tied up, he had the vibrator at his disposal.

"Yes, Jack!" she gasped. "Whatever you tell me! I'm just a hot-assed old whore!"

"I'm glad we got that straightened out," Jack said with a grin before he slipped under the desk.

Rachel jerked against the belts that bound her in place, watching fearfully for the approach of the people who were coming into her yard. She could see them now, three men she didn't recognize from the neighborhood. She felt some relief that the men wouldn't know her, but it was little solace in view of what was probably going to happen. The way she was strapped down over the desk she was completely open and helpless to anything the men might want to do. From the angle they were approaching her cunt and ass were hidden behind the desk and her torn blouse draped her enough to hide her huge, hanging tits. But that wouldn't be much defense if the men walked more than a few steps into the yard.

The men were closer to her age than Jack's, big and strong-looking. They looked like construction workers. Rachel gasped with sudden lust as she watched them handling her possessions. They were poking through a pile of her husband's tools. When one of them picked up a long metal spike, Rachel moaned with excitement. She rubbed her lush thighs together, smearing pussy cream all over her silky skin. The beautiful housewife's head began to swim as an orgasm toasted her insides. She couldn't keep her ass from shaking. She humped the air as though it were a giant cock.

"Hey, lady!" one of the men shouted from across the yard, holding up a thin radio antenna her husband had used for his shortwave radio. "How much you want for this?"

"Ohhhhh!" Rachel gasped, trying to focus her big brown eyes on what the man was showing her. She shook her pretty head, but she was trapped in a hazy fog of lust. "Just take it! I'm-I'm sorry! I'm quitting for the day. Please leave."

She had to get them to leave. Her flawless body was burning with lust. If she had to talk to them for more than a minute they were going to discover that she was tied and all but naked.

"Hey lady, you all right?" The man with the antenna walked toward her, his two friends no more than a couple of steps behind. "You sick or something?"

"No!" Rachel screamed. The sight of the big man holding the antenna made Rachel's cunt clench. "Just get the fuck out of my yard, you creepy assholes!"

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" another of the men asked. All three of them stepped closer to Rachel.

Rachel moaned, low and deep and throaty, as another orgasm made her marshy cunt surge. She dropped her head to the desk, tears running down her cheeks as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn't resist anymore. Jack had set something loose inside her, something sluttish and vile. Now she couldn't draw a breath for want of a fat cock stabbing deep inside her. She couldn't chase from her mind the image of the men fucking her, one after another, while they beat her sexy upturned ass with the radio antenna.

"Well I'll be fucked," one of the men said. "She's tied to the fucking desk."

"She's stripped too," another of them said, stepping even closer. "Look at those fucking tits! And that's the sweetest ass I've ever seen. You think somebody tied her up and raped her?"

"If they did she fucking loved it," the man with the antenna said. He stepped up right behind Rachel, the antenna still in his hands. "Look at the way that pussy's leaking. What about it, big tits, you get the shit fucked out of you and love every minute of it?"

The way they were talking about her made Rachel even hotter. She could tell from the looks they were giving each other and the way they were leering at her big tits and sexy ass and long, perfect legs that they had already decided on what they were going to do to her. She couldn't keep from thrusting her ass up and out at the man behind her.

"Answer me, big tits!" the man with the antenna yelled, and brought the thin metal whip down across her asscheeks for emphasis. "After all, we can't help you unless you tell us all about what happened!"

The other men laughed. Rachel moaned in pain, shaking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to shake away the burning pain the antenna had caused her. A bright red welt crossed both creamy asscheeks like a line of whorish lipstick. It felt to Rachel as if a piece of her skin had been ripped away.

"Look at her shake that ass!" one of the men shouted, pointing at Rachel's gyrating hips while he unzipped his filthy jeans. "The slut must love pain! Fuck, I never thought I'd see a bitch as sexy as her want to get fucked and hurt as much as she does."

"Look at this," the other guy standing in front said, picking up the tattered, pussy-soaked remnants of Rachel's panties. "Wet as a fucking sponge! What a dirty whore!"

The man behind her brought the antenna whistling down again. And again. And again. Pain burned through Rachel's luscious ass. She twitched and heaved wildly, her big asscheeks jiggling as she whipped her hips from side to side. Her cunt clutched on itself so tightly that pussy-cream squirted down her legs like piss.

The man with her panties rubbed them all over Rachel's beautiful face. Rachel gagged at the heady smell and slimy feel of her cunt-creamed panties. The man rubbed them all over her cheeks and lips, over her fluttering eyelids and up into her flaring nostrils. Both he and his friend pulled their cocks out into the open, and Rachel whimpered pitifully at the sight of the two fat, filthy logs of fuck-meat.

"Do you want us to fuck you?" the man whipping her ass asked. He brought the antenna slashing against the backs of her lush upper thighs, drawing a line of fire across the tender flesh where her legs met her ass. "You're cumming all over yourself just getting whipped and smelling of your nasty panties. If you want to get fucked, whore, you better start asking."

"Yeah, ask us pretty." The man with her panties pushed them between Rachel's lips, rubbing them over her even white teeth. "Tell us how lucky you are to get three big men like us, all ready to fuck you and hurt you until you can't fucking stand it."

Rachel wanted to throw up. The taste, smell and feel of her soiled panties filled her senses. The man behind her was flaying her alive, scoring her creamy soft ass and sleek, sexy thighs with the antenna. The dazed, sexy housewife couldn't understand why her body was reacting with pleasure when all she was feeling was pain and revulsion. She couldn't understand why she wanted to beg the men to fuck her until she couldn't move.

"Please!" she whimpered. When she opened her mouth the man in front pushed her panties inside, making her mumble and drool while she pleaded. "Fuck me hard! Be rough! Hurt me bad! I'm so lucky someone tied me down and fucked the shit out of me! I'm so lucky you came along to keep doing it! Fuck me now! Hurt me now! Arrrrrggggghhhh!"

The man behind her shoved, his cock roughly up her cunt. It felt like a rough-barked log. Rachel's dripping cunt clutched at it, then twitched in agony as the man drove it up her to the hilt. The impact drove Rachel halfway over the side of the desk, only the belts that looped her ankles to the desk legs keeping her from toppling forward on her head.

"You feel that, bitch?" the man shouted, jerking his cock back and then fucking it inside her again. "You feel my big cock fucking your sexy little cunt?"

"Yes!" Rachel yelped around her mouthful of soiled panties. Spit rolled down over her full lower lip as she gasped with pain and pleasure. "You're fucking me so hard! You're hurting me so much!"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" the man asked, hooking the antenna under her chin and then pulling back on it, one hand on each side of Rachel's head. "Only a real slut would get herself tied up and stripped naked in her own front yard. You're the kind of whore who needs a cock all the time. A cock and a whipping for your sexy ass!"

The man fucked her as though he wanted to flatten her into a pancake. Rachel grunted with each shattering impact of his heavy body. He jerked back as hard as he could on the antenna, bending Rachel back until her face was turned toward the sky, her tits were lifted from the table, and her wrists were bleeding from the way the belts were cutting into them. The abused beauty's back was arched at an impossible angle. The two men in front of her marveled at how painful and sexy the position looked.

"Here, big tits, let me fill your mouth with something sweeter." The man who had stuffed the panties into Rachel's mouth pulled them out, rubbing the spit-soaked material all over her beautiful, pain-twisted face before throwing them aside. "A sleazy cunt like you is probably a real pro at giving head. Warm me and Frank up while we're waiting for our turns at that hot little cunt of yours."

Rachel's big brown eyes went wide with fear and revulsion. The man's prick smelled like it hadn't been washed in ten years, and he wanted her to give him a real blow-job. Frank's cock smelled and looked even dirtier. Both men stepped closer and rubbed their putrid cocks all over Rachel's face. The gorgeous housewife struggled desperately, but the man fucking her held her with the antenna around her throat and each of the men in front of her grabbed a handful of hair to hold her firmly in place. Rachel clenched her eyes and mouth tightly shut, but she had to breathe, and just the sour smell of the two grimy pricks was enough to make her gag repeatedly.

The men smeared their cocks all aver Rachel's upturned face. They rubbed their big cocks all over her checks and forehead, poked them into her eyes, ears and nostrils, slapped them against her nose and lips. The man behind her fucked her more savagely and choked her with the antenna until Rachel was sure she was going to black out. It was hard to keep from gasping for air, harder still to remember why it was so important to keep her mouth shut. Every punishing blow of his cock into her cunt and his big body on top of hers drove what little breath she could manage right out of her.

His cock was starting to hurt her cunt, too. Tired as she was, he could drive his cock as deep as he wanted inside her. And her pussy had already taken over an hour of abuse from the vibrator and Jack's cock and fingers. It was starting to get sore. Even the flow of her pussycream was slowing, as though she had reached the bottom of a huge vat of lubrication. Another orgasm burned through her body. There was a bitter, painful edge to this climax. It was as though her pussy were an overworked engine, grinding its gears and ready to overheat. Her cunt twitched around the savaging stalk of the man's prick, but there was no longer the wet sucking noise of her pussy-cream being stirred around.

Rachel moaned and whimpered as she came, jerking her big sexy ass around in an almost spastic reaction to the agonizing climax. The men laughed at her and called her every filthy name they could think of. Their mockery made Rachel dim again immediately, and this orgasm was so filled with fire that she trembled from the agony. She wanted to cry out for Jack to save her, but she knew that he wouldn't. He was the real cause of what was happening.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum if I keep this up!" The man behind her jerked his cock from her smarting pussy and rubbed it over her welted asscheeks. "One of you guys take over. I'll come up front and help get her slutty mouth open."

Rachel gasped with relief when the man relaxed the strangling pull of the antenna around her throat. With his cock out of her cunt and the antenna no longer choking her, she felt almost alive. Her respite was short-lived, though. A moment later Frank was fucking his fat cock up her dry, bruised pussy. And the antenna whistled down to slice across the silky skin of her upper back.

"No!" Rachel cried, staring up at the two men in front of her with tears streaming down her fuck-lube-soiled cheeks. "It hurts! You've got to stop! Oh! It hurts so bad!"

"That's what you like though, isn't it?" the man with the antenna asked, smearing her face with more pussy-cream and pre-cum. "You begged us to hurt you. Now we're going to hurt you real bad."

Rachel opened her mouth to plead again, but before she could utter a word, the man whipping her with the antenna shoved the fat, dripping head of his prick right between her lips. Rachel tried to jerk her head back, but both men held her tight by her hair and her mouth was spread wide around the huge girth of his cock. The man brought the antenna whistling down across her shoulder blades and pushed his cock over the wet pink flesh of Rachel's tongue. The sex-tortured housewife gagged uncontrollably, unable to accept the nauseating length of fuck-meat the man was feeding her. The taste of her pussy and his fuck-lube were revolting enough, but it was the accumulated filth on his cock that really made her gorge rise. His cock tasted cheesy, as though it was so filthy and sweaty that it had begun to mold. The men laughed at the expression of disgust and horror that twisted Rachel's lovely face.

"Shit, her mouth's as sweet as her cunt!" the man groaned, lashing her back with the antenna while he poked his rancid prick into every nook and cranny of her warm mouth. "Suck on it like a big lollipop, you sleazy cunt! Tastes good, doesn't it? Lick it clean and I might even give you a little treat."

Rachel quaked with disgust. She let her mouth hang limply open as the man with the antenna poked his prick all over. He rubbed his cock-head clean on her tongue. He fucked his cock into the space between her teeth and cheek. He rubbed his cock over the roof of her mouth, between her lips and her teeth. Then he pulled back and let the other man shove his cock in. Rachel gasped with shock as one cock was traded for the other. Most of the filth and sweat had been washed off the first man's cock, and she had almost gotten used to the slightly moldy taste. The sudden sharp taste of filth from the new mans cock brought vomit rumbling all the way to the back of Rachel's throat. He fucked it back down with one swift, sure stroke as he filled her throat with his long cock. The other man lashed her back and rubbed his spit-soaked cock all over Rachel's scummy, pretty face. Each new blow hurt worse than the last. Rachel lay still under the beating. She knew she couldn't escape her torture. She was beginning to wonder if she might not deserve it.

"Shit!" Frank fucked Rachel's injured pussy with fast strokes, making her creamy ass shake and jiggle, knocking her sexy body back and forth across the desk. "Her pussy is so tight it's strangling me. Shit, Buster, how'd you hold out for so fucking long? Her cunt's like some kind of jack-off machine!"

Buster just smiled, wiping his slippery precum all over Rachel's already scummy face and lashing her time after time with the antenna. The other man pulled out of her mouth, wiping his spit-soaked cock on her face, and Buster stabbed his cock back in. Rachel gagged as he forced her to take every gruesome inch of his prick.

"Jerry, get back here and take over," Frank said, yanking his cock out of Rachel's cunt. "I'm going to cum sure as shit if I don't get a break and we promised to keep the slut entertained for a long time."

"I'm ready," the third man said, walking around behind Rachel and slotting his fat cock between the swollen red lips of her pussy. "Shit, what the fuck happened? She dry up on you guys?"

"Don't worry," Frank said, edging up to Rachel's face again and smearing his leaking cock over her cheek and nose. "It just makes her pussy seem tighter and hotter. And fuck, we don't care whether she's having a good time or not, do we?"

Rachel's back was starting to bleed from the savage whipping it had taken. The antenna whipped drops of blood into the air every time it swished back off her body. Rachel looked like a sexy slave girl, marked by the lash of her cruel master's whip.

But the pain wasn't the worse of what she was feeling. The worst was the knowledge of how completely she had been degraded. She was strapped down over the top of her husband's old desk in her own front yard, her clothes hanging in tatters from her voluptuous body. She was being fucked and abused by three men at the same time. They were taking turns on her mouth and pussy as though she was some sort of whorish slave who lived only for their amusement. And while it was happening, a boy young enough to be her son was watching the whole spectacle.

"Please finish!" she whimpered as Buster pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her lips were connected to the fat head of his prick by dozen lines of spit and fuck-lube. "I can't take anymore! You're tearing me up inside!"

"Shit," Frank said, pushing his cock between her lips while Buster smeared his cum over her nose, "were having fun. Don't get to fuck a bitch as fun as you every day. We're going to make it last as long as we can."

They made it last for over an hour. Like some evil assembly line the three men traded places around Rachel's gorgeous, bound body. Each time one of them came close to cumming he would pull out of her mouth or cunt and make room for one of the others. Rachel's lips swelled from the bruising they took from sliding cocks. Her mouth became numb and her tongue ached from the strain of licking at the trio of cocks. Her face was so slimy from spit and fuck-lube that she looked as though an army of slugs had fought a war on her beautiful features.

The men finally stopped whipping her, but by the time they did, Rachel's back and ass were a bloody, welted mess. When Buster had gotten tired, he had passed the antenna to Frank, and Frank in turn had given it to Jerry. They didn't stop until all three of them were too tired to swing the antenna.

Her poor pussy was almost swollen shut. After forty-five minutes of constant friction it had begun to grow damp again, but the lubrication was far too little, and far too late. Her pussy-lips were swollen to three times their normal size, so puffy that they peeled back like ripe fruit. The inside of her cunt was bleeding in several places. The men laughed at the spots of her blood that speckled their cocks, taking great pride in having fucked her bloody. They laughed and Rachel whimpered when they made her lick her blood away.

The beautiful, victimized housewife was almost unconscious when the men decided that it was time for them to go. Buster was the first to blow his load up her brutalized pussy and when his thick jism spewed into her, Rachel's eyes flew open and she screamed in agony. The cum was like acid in her raw pussy. It sizzled like fire into her wounded pussy-flesh.

"Look at her now!" Frank said with a laugh as Rachel bucked her ass in a hopeless attempt to escape the burning load of jism. "What a wildcat! She just needed a little loving to wake her up!"

Buster pulled back as soon as he stopped shooting and Frank jumped behind Rachel to take his place. The sexy housewife pleaded for the other two men to cum in her mouth, but they just laughed at her. Less than a minute later Frank was cumming, waking her wounded pussy with more burning cock-juice. Rachel screwed like a madwoman. She banged her head against the desk and pulled at the belts until her wrists and ankles bled. She thrashed wildly, knowing that her crazed movements were making Frank's organ even more enjoyable but unable to stop her instinctual drive to escape the pain.

Jerry was the last of the three men to spew his jism up Rachel's cunt. By the time he jammed his cock in, Rachel's pussy was dripping with fuck-slime. His cock sounded like a bathroom plunger as he fucked it deep inside her. Rachel cried at the horribly degrading sound his cock made as it stirred the two loads of cum inside her pussy.

Jerry's load of jism bubbled back out of Rachel's swollen cunt almost as quickly as he shot it in. Gooey streams of fuck-slime ran down her trembling inner thighs and coated Jerry's hard-thrusting cock. The pain wasn't quite so bad the third time, because her injured cunt had already been burned almost numb by the first two loads of salty jism. When they were done, the men stepped away from Rachel and observed her proudly. Her voluptuous body was sprawled limply across the table. The only signs of life within her were her rapid, shallow panting and the slow, spasmodic shifting of her hips across the desk. Her back and ass were covered in red welts from the antenna whipping. Cum leaked from the reddened, swollen lips of her cunt, splattering on the ground below her. Her face was smeared with fuck-lube. All three of the men were satisfied that they had fucked the beautiful housewife into the dirt.

They made her lick and suck their cocks clean before they left. Rachel stared at them with weary, vacant eyes as she lathered their pricks with her tongue. The humiliation of having to suck clean the cocks of the strangers who had hurt her so terribly was almost more than the bound beauty could stand. But what came next was even worse. Frank bought her soiled panties for a dollar. Buster gave her a dollar for the antenna and slapped her ass with it a few more times while he stuffed his money up inside her swollen, sloppy cunt. Jerry was the worst. He pulled out a dozen of Rachel's cunt-hairs with one hand as he pushed a handful of change into her pussy. Rachel laid her head against the table and clenched her eyes tightly shut, unable to bear the mocking looks the three men gave her.

"Thanks for the demonstrations," Buster said, and all three men laughed as they left the yard.