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Introduction:

Malory, frigid wife is corruped by party guests while her husbands watches, then takes a hand in her abuse.

Tripp had been fed up with his wife for some time. He could count on one hand the times they had sex this year. His wife was 4 years younger than him; at 28, and a beautiful redhead. Her body was athletic; Her skin was light and slightly freckled. She still turned him on, but she had grown frigid.

A few years ago he had met Erin. The opposite of his wife; Erin was a brunette with curves in just the right places, and craved sex all the time. She was insatiable. Erin had seen pictures of his wife and drooled over her constantly. Feeling sorry for Tripp, she wanted to turn his wife to the dark side. If nothing else, she would see that the Bitch paid for her cold ways. Erin knew just the push.

A few days later, the weekend had come around. Tripp found himself driving his wife up to a large, white, mansion. They had argued for days about the party. His wife, Malory, was reluctant to go.

"I don't know these people. You know how I am," she had said.

Tripp insisted, "It's an important client, and I promised you would go."

Finally she had relented.

As they pulled in, a valet took his keys and another his wife's hand. Tripp looked her over as she exited the car. She looked marvelous in the long, red, formal dress. It accentuated her tight, ass and pert, creamy, breasts. It started at a slightly low neckline, and the buttons ran down the front to mid-calf. She wore 2 inch red heels that made her athletic calves stand out. Her soft, red locks curled down to the small of her back. There was a small cutout at the small of her lower back, that showed just a touch of her white, freckled skin.

They were met at the large door by Erin and a refined, grey haired, gentlemen.

"Oh, this must be your wife. She is most beautiful. Where have you been hiding, Sweetheart?" Erin gushed, before giving Malory a big, welcoming hug. Next she took Tripp in her arms, sneaking in a tight squeeze of his buttocks. She whispered in his ear, "See, I knew you could do it."

The older gentleman took Malory's hand next. He slightly knelt and eloquently kissed the back of her hand. "I am so happy to meet such a beautiful, young, redhead. Do make yourself at home. Erin will show you around. She's good at that. Perhaps we can spend more time together later, after I have made my rounds."

Malory blushed. While older, the gentleman obviously aged well. He reminded her of a certain actor.

Erin constantly chatted with Malory, making her comfortable while leading them to the bar. Both Malory and Tripp were in awe of the home. It was elegantly adorned with the finest of wood, marble, and art. The bar was some kind of exotic wood that meandered a good 10 foot in length. They took seats at the bar, marveling at all of the beautiful, well-dressed, couples. Erin had the bartender get them 3 'Specials'. Crystal shots of bright green liquor was placed in each of their hands.

"We each have to take a shot. It's customary," Erin said. She tipped hers up and downed it in one gulp.

Malory glanced hesitantly at Tripp. She was not one to drink much, but Erin gave them no option. Tipping it back, she downed the thick liquid. Surprised, it was actually quite good. It did not burn too much, and possessed a tingly mint flavor. It gave her a comfortable warm feeling.

"I don't drink a lot, but I could get used to these," Malory confessed.

"Here have another," Erin said, quickly placing two more before them. "They are really quite light on alcohol. Drink your fill. Everything is free here," she added, slipping a quick wink to Tripp.

They chatted for about 20 minutes, finishing off more of the bright green drinks. Tripp announced that he need to use the restroom.

"They can be kind of hard to find. Come with me, and I'll show you," Erin said.

Malory gave her husband that 'deer in the headlights' look. She was not comfortable being left alone with strangers. Erin recognized the look.

"Don't you worry, Malory,' she said, 'We shan't be long. Have another drink. I'll send Amelia over to keep you company. You will love her; Everyone does." Leaving Malory no option to protest, she took Tripp's hand, and left.

Before exiting the room, Erin and Tripp stopped a beautiful woman and her date. The woman had slightly dark skin and spoke with a Latin accent. Her body was magnificent. She could have been some exotic model. Long, straight, black hair hung down her back. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, and she had a smile that just took you over. Attached to her arm was a handsome, muscular, black man. His tuxedo was obviously tailored to his frame, as well as the sleek black dress that adorned the woman. Erin introduced them as Andrea and Kain. She pointed out Malory, alone at the bar, and whispered something to the woman.

"Nice," the woman remarked. "We most definitely will," she replied back.

"Come on," Erin said tugging Tripp's sleeve. He was still staring at the woman's lovely shape. "Andria will see your wife is taken care of. Now let's take care of you," she said giving Tripp's crotch a comforting squeeze.

A few minutes later, in a spare room, Erin was giving Tripp one of the best blow jobs of his life. Afterwards, he rushed her; "I really do need to check on Malory. She's not good with strangers."

"You worried about the Bitch?" Erin remarked a little pissed.

"Now, Erin,' he said, 'She is my wife."

"Fine, we'll go see, but I left her in capable hands."

Upon entering the main room, and before reaching the bar, Erin quickly pulled Tripp to the corner.

"Look," she said.

Tripp was dumbfounded. His wife was still on the bar stool, laughing, and obviously having a good time. There was more though: The black man's stool was precariously close to Malory's. His hand was on her hip, as he chatted in her ear. Malory would never let a black man that close to her inner circle. Then there was the exotic, Andrea. She was standing right up against Malory, slowly caressing her hand up and down his wife's dress-covered, knee. They were all downing more shots of the green liquid.

"Just stay back here and watch,' Erin said, 'She doesn't seem to miss you."

After a while, Andrea took the wife's hand, helped her from the stool, and led her away, Kain following close behind.

"Come on, let's follow," Erin told Tripp.

They followed the group to an adjoining room. This one was set up to dance. It had a floor with multi-colored flashing lights. Dressed and partially dressed bodies moved jerkily to the beat; A byproduct of the overhead strobes. Erin and Trip spotted the three. They were dancing erotically close. Kain was behind Malory, rocking his crotch against her fine ass. Andrea was in front. Her hands caressed shifting the red dress up and down Malory's thighs. Malory's head was tossed back, seemingly oblivious to the roaming hands. Little by little, they were stretching her boundaries.

Next, they led Malory by the hand towards a far corner of the room. In this corner was another bar. Its top had been cleared. Over its surface stretched a blond woman. She was on her back, wearing nothing but a sexy, black bra and panties. A small group had gathered around her. They were doing body-shots over her smooth belly. Kain stepped behind Malory, holding her arms and moving her up close to the bar. Andrea left them, took up a shot glass, and moved up to the girl.

Malory seemed starstruck, as she watched Andrea pour the liquid over the girl, then began lapping the liquid from her exposed skin. Slowly she lapped from the top of the girl's heaving breasts, down to her alcohol filled bellybutton. Some of the liquid had splashed over the dark panties. They all watched, as Andrea, lifted the material with her teeth and sucked out the moisture from the cotton. The crowd cheered as Andrea rose, licking her lips. She motioned to Kain.

Kain stepped to Malory's side and began removing his tux. Tripp could see her eyes marvel at his chiseled form. Soon he had stripped to nothing but a dark red thong. The crowd gasped. His package was huge. The blond stepped aside and Kain lie across the bar.

"Your turn," Andrea said, pushing Malory up to the bar. As Malory stood there stunned, Andrea took two shots of green liquor and trickled them down Kain's flesh. The first one splashed against his thick chest, meandering through the cuts to pool in his belly. The next was drizzled up his strong thighs, across the red thong, and back to his belly. Andrea stood beside Malory bending her head to Kain's chest. As the wife tentatively lapped there, Andrea shifted Malory's other hand to Kain's crotch.

Tripp saw his wife's hand gently cup and squeeze the red thong. She was getting into the show, laughing, as her tongue seductively ran down towards his belly. He could see Malory's hand rise and fall above the man's straining cock. She must have been caught up in the chants, as her face inched closer to Kain's massive crotch. Tripp nearly died, as he observed his wife lift the thong with her teeth and suck the liquid, just as Andrea had done.

Malory stood, her face red with embarrassment, a green trickle of liquid about the corner of her lip. She smiled at the crowds cheer. Andrea said something to her, and as Kain moved, Malory took his place on the bar. Tripp and Erin edged closer.

Erin ran her hand over his crotch. "I see you're enjoying this," she remarked.

Andrea reached over Malory, began unbuttoning her dress, and pulling it aside. She exposed the young, wife's pink bra, stopping just short of her matching silk panties. As Malory lie there dazed, staring up at the blinking strobes, Andrea lifted her own dress up and off. Her dark naked body was marvelous. Her cunt was completely shaven; Her areolas dark, and tipped with perfect pebble-size nipples. She climbed to the bar and straddled Malory's belly; Her thighs effectively pinning the girl's arms at her sides. Looking down into Malory's green eyes, Andrea poured another shot into the wife's open mouth. She followed it up with a kiss, expertly forcing the liquid down with her probing tongue. As her mouth left Malory's it traveled down her neck, dallying at the top cups of her heaving breasts. Tripp heard Malory's definite sigh as the woman lapped the liquid from her belly, edging closer to the waistband of the pink panties. Her body arched, as the soft tongue toyed just below the band. With Malory's eyes closed drifting away in pleasure, Andrea rose, tossed her long hair, placed her hands under Malory's armpits, and slid her forward.

Unknown to Malory, Kain had moved behind her head. He had stripped his red thong, and was oiling up his large, shaft with the green liquor.

"My God!" Trip gasped. The man was huge. His dark cock was close to 10 inches in length and quite thick.

When Malory was slid forward, her red hair dropped off the bar. It was quickly followed by her head. She blinked her eyes at the throbbing lights. Once her eyes adjusted, she was starring up at Kain's thick, liquor-covered, cock.

"Hey, wait," she protested.

"Hold her still," Andrea quickly ordered the group.

Many hands came forward, taking Malory's arms and legs. Kain reached down and pinched the wife's nostrils, easing his shaft towards her sweet open mouth.

"Wait...They can't do that," Tripp complained to Erin.

"Just hush, Lover. You don't want her to see me holding your cock. You don't want to explain where you meet me, and what we have been up to these last few years," she stated.

"But, Erin, this is rape. They can't mean to..."

"Just watch the show, Tripp. I can feel you're enjoying it."

Malory choked as the thick shaft pushed into her mouth. Mint flavored pre-cum lathered her tongue. From above she felt cool air caressing her breasts. Andrea had pushed her bra down to smother her breasts in wet kisses. Her tender nipples were sucked into the woman's wet mouth. She could feel the bare cunt rub across her belly. The cock at her lips slid deeper. Malory panicked, jerking uselessly at the many hands. She couldn't breath.

Andrea leaned down to lick at the wife's bulging throat. "Easy there, Girl. Breath through your nose. Lean your head back and relax your throat. He's going to fuck it, and I'm going to eat your fresh pussy."

Andrea turned around to face Malory's crotch. Her wet cunt rested over the girl's breasts. "Unbutton the rest of her dress, Guys and open it up," she said.

As the red dress parted, Andrea leaned forward and buried her face into the pink panties. She breathed in, inhaling Malory's scent. "Mmm," she moaned, rubbing her nose in it. Her head lifted, "Someone pull these panties off; I want to see it."

Malory's legs kicked back, as her panties were drawn down her thighs by the unseen hands. She felt her legs being gripped and spread aside, opening her already damp cunt. Her complaints were only garbled cries behind a hard, black cock. Everyone leaned forward to glimpse her tightly cropped, red curls. Her vulva was puffy with arousal; The nether lips dotted with moisture. The aroma of her aroused cunt drifted from below.

"Sweet," Andrea remarked, before dipping her head and diving in. Malory's legs jerked, but the many hands held them steady and spread.

Erin had reached into Tripp's pants and was massaging his stiff cock.

"Isn't your wife cute. Look how her throat bulges from that cock. I bet you didn't know she could take one that deep. She'll sure be hoarse for some time," Erin commented.

He saw the dark haired woman reach beneath his wife, cup her ass, dig her nails in, and lift Malory's pussy to her face. Her head shook violently, lathering her tongue in the girl's sex. Kain was really slamming her face. He held her by the hair, yanking it down while stroking his cock into her choking throat. Drool ran in slimy strands down her face. After a loud grunt of pleasure from Kain, Tripp saw his wife's eyes widen in horror. Her cheeks ballooned, then cum shot out from around the black cock and her lips. More bubbled up from her nose. Her chest rose. As the dark shaft slipped from her throat, it stayed connected by skinny strands of cum and spit. Malory coughed up more cum. It spewed out and down her face. Kain used his spent cock to paint her face with the goo.

The sight was too much for Tripp. His own load was spent uselessly on the floor beneath him, while his lover still held him in her firm grip.

"I see you liked that," Erin said, before dropping to her knees and quickly licking him clean.

Tripp was startled by the gray haired man. He had quietly stepped up behind them.

"There's my Red,' he said, 'Damn, I seemed to have missed the show. Your wife is some looker. I'm sure you wont mind if I have a little fuck." He waited for no answer from Trip, and walked to the bar. Gently he tapped Andrea on the shoulder, interrupting her dinner of cunt. "Mmm, that sure smells good. Be a Doll, and when your done, please bring her to 'The Playroom'. You know where."

"For a kiss," Andrea insisted.

His hands cupped her face. They passionately kissed, then he lightly licked her face. Smiling, he licked his lips and walked away.

Andrea shuffled down. She pulled Malory's head up by the hair, and planted a kiss. Her tongue lapped around Malory's lips then drove into her mouth. She pulled back with a sigh. "Mmm, you taste good. Hope you enjoy your own flavor too. I did." She turned back to the group; "Will a few of you please help me get her to 'The Playroom'," she asked.

Several hands picked up Malory, lifted her body, and began moving her from the room. Malory fussed and visibly protested, but by then, the green liquor had begun to take its control. The other dancers paid no head to the struggling girl. They had obviously seen this before.

"Where, where are they taking her," Tripp questioned.

"To 'The Playroom', Love. Come along. I've been waiting for this," Erin remarked.

As Tripp entered 'The Playroom', his wife was being strapped down to a piece of sex-furniture at its center. It consisted of a metal frame with separate, red, back and head pads, a lower, knee-level pad, and 4 curled, padded, metal bars, two at both its front and rear. He remembered seeing something like it on-line once.

Malory was placed on her back over the pads, her arms strapped the the curved, bars above her head, her feet to the remaining curved, bars. Those bars were a little higher, lifting her ankles and spreading her legs apart. She cursed, erotically wriggling her body while pulling at the strong straps.

"Now, now, let's not have that," someone said, slipping a metal, ring gag between her teeth and strapping it around her head.

Malory's eyes looked frighteningly around the room. It was quickly filling with partially dressed guests. Some took seats in the surrounding plush seats, while others leaned comfortably against the red, padded, walls. Most of the room was dim, except for the one bright set of hospital-like, lights above her frame. She thought she saw Tripp and Erin in the shadows, and screamed to them. Her words came out broken and unintelligible. The red dress had been removed in the struggle, leaving her completely naked, save for the red heels. Her sex felt cool and moist. It was still damp from her unwanted arousal, and Andrea's wandering tongue. The taste and aroma still lingered on her cum-painted, face.

The gray haired man entered the room. He was naked save for a long, crimson, open robe. His cock dangled precariousness from its opening. At half-staff, it was a good 9 inches in length. Stepping to Malory, he shifted a few red locks aside to stare into her frightened eyes.

"Now, My Red, have no fear. We are here to give you pleasure; To give you the sex you have been denying for so long. You will learn what your body is meant for. Your sweet mouth and holes will be open for our cum. Once my friends prepare you, your body will eagerly await my cock." He turned to the others. "My friends, Please do not waste your seed. Play all you want, but make sure you empty yourself in Dear Red's waiting mouth. Erin; Want you please do the honors of preparing Young Malory for my cock."

As Erin walked up to Malory, she took an iced glass of the green liquid from a guest.

"Well, Hello there, Malory. I have been waiting to meet you like this. You have been such a prude to your husband. I'm sure that will end after tonight. Now, let me see if I can get those cute little nipples so hard." Erin said.

Malory watched unable to do anything but grunt under her gag. Erin took some ice from the glass dripping cold drops over each nipple before placing the cube over one. It wasn't just ordinary ice, but cold, frozen, rocks of the green liquid. Green, frigid, liquid trailed down her skin as it melted. She arched and shifted her body from side to side, still unable to shy from the frigid ice. One by one, each nipple began to swell, harden, and rise. Arousal had began to leak once again between her thighs.

Once Erin was satisfied with the size of Malory's peaks, she slowly began to draw the ice down her body. Malory's head rose up, squawking her outcry, as the cold, cube trailed towards her curly, red, mound. Her hair was soon soaked; The cold liquid melting and flowing down the crack of her sex. It drained between the swelling folds and tickled the little, oval of her tight ass. A squeak rose from Malory, as Erin's warm, thin, finger forced the cube into her tight sex. Melted, green, liquid drooled from the hole.

Malory groaned again and again, after more frozen cubes were pushed into her tight sex. Erin smiled down at her, holding up another shimmering emerald cube.

"You know where this one's going?" she asked.

Malory shook her head in protest, as Erin's hand disappeared between her spread thighs. She stared at Erin in disbelief, as the cold bite of the ice punctured the warm ring of her rectum.

"That's right, Baby, all this cold will soon make you warm," Erin stated, before nodding at a man to Malory's right.

The man tipped back Malory's head and poured a large glass of the liquid down her throat. She coughed a few times before he held her nose, forcing her to swallow it all. After that, he began to hold his polished knob over her face and stroke its engorged length. The aroma of his man-flesh captured her senses. Her body had begun to arouse. Her hips jerked, as Erin's soft, middle, finger touched her cold clitoris. The hard nub, twitched in response. The finger withdrew from her clit, replaced by a thumb, as the digit entered her cunt. Slowly, it began to fuck in and out, as the thumb circled her clit. Malory groaned as her body again reluctantly responded. Erin was always there, smiling, humiliating her before the crowd.

"Yes; There you go, Malory. Lift that pussy. It's so wet and hot. That's it. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show everyone how hot you are," Erin teased. "Oh, look, Troy is going to cum."

Malory glanced back up, just at the wrong time. The man next to her gripped her head and turned her open mouth to his cock. With a groan, he erupted. The warm, thick, cum spread like lava against her tongue. It quickly filled her mouth, pooling in her throat and bubbling with her cries.

The man wiped his cock on her nostril and Erin waved another over. This man was tall and black; His shaft already hard. A bead of wet moisture clung to its dark tip. It erupted as did the first, filling her open mouth and spilling off the side.

"You'll have to swallow, Malory. You have no choice," Erin stated, still working the redhead's clit and cunt with her fingers. "There's a lot of men here; A lot of cum to fill your little belly. Then there's the cocks; So many hard cocks to fill your little, red hole."

Having decided to try something different, Erin added two fingers to Malory's cunt. She curved them upwards, finding the wife's hidden spot just inside. She used her free hand to press Malory's lower belly, as she swiftly moved the two fingers. The girl immediately arched up, squeezing her tight ass and jerking in her bonds.

"Never had that feeling; Have you," Erin asked with a grin.

Malory shook her head, unable to get away from the intense pleasure. Another man took the opportunity to unleash another volley of cum into her open lips. She coughed it up, as her body tensed; Her cunt following the insistent fingers of Erin.

"Are you trying to cum, Malory," Erin asked.

The gray headed man had returned, peering over Erin's shoulder.

"She seems ready," he said.

Erin quickly withdrew her fingers and slapped her wet hand over Malory's aroused cunt. The wet, 'Slap!' resounded throughout the room.

"Be my guest," Erin replied.

"Lift her head up," he ordered.

Once Malory's head was lifted, she had found herself staring out across her smooth belly and red haired, mound. Laying across her belly sat the man's long shaft. The crown dripped its clear honey into her belly button.

"That's how deep I will be, Sweetheart. Can you take me?" he asked.

She cringed, as the shaft snaked down, through her wet, red, curls to the swollen folds of her heated sex. It slipped between the lips soaking up her womanly cream, painting her thighs and vulva with sticky moisture. She felt the crown push at her wet hole, easily gaining access. The shaft didn't stop there; It kept pressing, stretching her inner walls, awakening her long unfucked cunt.

The man reached forward, grasped her head, and held her eyes to their juncture.

"That's right, Baby, look at it. It looks so beautiful inside you. Look at the way your tight lips wrap around my cock. Look how slick your pussy makes my rod. Feel my balls slap against your dirty ass," he teased.

He released her head, only to have another man grab it. That man took her hair, pinned it to the head-pad, and emptied a load into her open mouth. The cum coughed up from her throat and bubbled out the side of her lips. It gurgled in her throat, as she groaned form her rape. The taste and smell of cum burned in her mind. Malory's body shivered from the humiliating eyes of lustful onlookers. The hands of Erin had returned. They caressed her heaving breasts, and stroked her outer thighs and buttocks.

"Come over,' Erin quietly mouthed to Tripp, 'Strip and stroke your cock. Look at your wife."

Tripp followed her instruction. He was hard as a rock. In no time, he had tossed off his clothes and was feverishly stroked his rod. Malory didn't seem to see him. Her body was arching and convulsing in unwanted pleasure. Another man was there, emptying a load down her mouth. Erin used one hand to grasp Tripp's rod and milk it up and down. Her other had slipping below Malory's arched buttocks. She had found the tight ring of the girl's anus. It was wet from cream and green liquid. The resistant ring slowly gave way to her intruding digit.

Malory's slick breasts rose and fell. Her breath came in short gasps. The smack of wet flesh filled her ears. Each slam of the mans cock, slapped his course hair across her swollen clit. The shaft bottomed out each time, shocking her body with pain and pleasure.

Erin began to speak louder, insistent that Malory hear her words: "Look at her, Tripp. Your little wife is like a common whore. See how hard her nipples are. See her cream on his cock. Look at her eyes; All dilated. She is milking my finger with her tight ass. Is he fucking you good, Malory? Show your husband what a slut you are. Suck him while you cum on that hard cock."

She nudged Tripp to his wife's head. "Take her head. Move it to your cock. Make her suck it, Tripp. She can't tell you 'no' now. Make her take your cum."

Malory looked at her husband with shame and anger. He took her head and pushed his crown into her open lips. She felt it twitch and grown in her mouth.

Tripp no longer cared. The lust had taken over his body. His wife hardly ever sucked his cock. Now was pay back time.

"That's it,' Erin nudged him. 'Fuck her throat like a cheap whore. Your bitch wife has been holding out for too long. He's been fucking me, Malory; Fucking me for years, because you are such a prude. You want him back, you'll have to make him cum like I do. You hardly ever fuck; Do you, Malory? Why I bet you haven't even bothered with birth control." Erin saw that certain look behind Malory's eyes; A look of realization and horror. "Oh, that's bad. You weren't prepared for all this cock. Imagine if you're fertile tonight. You remember that, each time someone cums inside your tight, red-haired, cunt."

The same thoughts were too much for Tripp. With a groan, he spilled his seed into his wife's warm throat. His cum raced down to her belly, joining its many friends.

The older man pushed Erin aside and took Malory's head from Tripp. His strong hands turned her face down, down to see her belly, and the thrusting cock in her cunt. "Watch your belly, Malory. Watch my cum fill you up," he cried. With one last lunge, his long cock flexed and erupted.

Malory and Tripp both could have sworn that they saw her belly contract, than swell from the enormous load. Malory's body shook. Her muscles twitched and jerked at the bonds. Liquid and cum squirted from her cunt. It soaked the man's crotch and belly, and dripped down to her pulsing anus. When his cock plopped free, a gush of cum poured from her still open hole.

"I looked forward to that, Red,' he said, 'Worthwhile; You were such a good fuck. I think I will let you clean this mess from my cock. But first, What do you say we re-arrange you? Get you ass-up, where the cum can flow better?"

Malory was still weak; Her head spinning from the green liquid and sex. Tingling goosebumps covered her white skin. She felt as though she was floating, when the many hands picked her up and carried her to another spot.

Spread out, on the floor was another set of padded bars. This one was shaped like a short, stick figure, arms outstretched, legs spread. Another short padded bar sat just above the 'Y' of the feet. At the head was a 'U' shaped, padded cup. She felt the cold steel of the bars, as her body was splayed over its surface. Her neck, just under her chin, fit right into the padded 'U' cup. This kept her head up, forcing her to stare at the naked feet and calves in the room. Her arms were strapped at elbow and wrist to the outstretched, horizontal bars. Resting on the same bars as her arms, each of her tender breasts felt that same cold, brush of the black steel. Just above her hips and resting below her lower belly was the short padded bar. A strap was looped across her lower back and attached to both ends of the bar. Malory wriggled her naked ass and tried to kick out with her loose feet. Her knees were quickly grasped and held tightly to the floor. The older man came back, bending down to look into her frightened eyes. His spent cock dangled loosely between his muscular thighs. Malory could still see the white cream of her cum clinging to the shaft.

"You're going to just love out little toys, Malory," he said. He nodded to two men behind the young wife. One of them took her waist, lifting up, while the other adjusted a small knob on the bar below above her hips. "Up we go, Red. Let's get that ass up high."

Malory screamed, uselessly trying to escape the grip of the hands at her knees. Her naked ass was being raised and her knees pushed forward at the same time. The higher her lower end was lifted, the more her cunt and brown hole was exposed to the crowd. The cold cum trailed down her inner thighs, dripping from her sticky sex. Her ass was lifted till her knees barely touched the floor, pressing her weight to head, breasts, and lower belly. The pressure to her belly caused a loud, embarrassing burp. The cum burned up the back of her throat and she tasted it on her warm breath.

"Now we'll spread those thighs and open you all up to us. Go ahead, Boys," he instructed.

Malory shook her head, 'No!', as she felt her knees being pulled apart, the lips of her used cunt opening. The hole still had not closed and cold air blew inside her wet cavern. Satisfied with the spread of her thighs, her knees were finally secured to the spread bars of the frame. Hands released her to stroke their waiting cocks and stare lustfully at the enticing redhead, naked, struggling at their feet.

The older man knelt down to look into her eyes. He motioned to someone at his right. A pair of dark, naked, legs walked into her sight. Malory glanced up to see a large, black gentleman. He was standing legs slightly spread. What shocked her again was the size of the penis wavering between his thighs. While not as large as the one she had been forced to suck earlier, it was much larger than the older man's shaft, and that one had done a good job of opening her tight cunt.

"Have you ever fucked a black man, Malory? No...Well, you will find some are very well endowed. Take Clay here; He's a fine specimen, isn't he? And get a load of his balls. Aren't they exceptional? He tells me that he hasn't cum in weeks. Erin has showed him nothing but photos of you for the whole time. She sort of promised him the gratification of filling your body with his seed. You see, the breeding fetish can be quite arousing. None the less, your snow white body will be a wonderful contrast to his coal black skin. I have encouraged the group to take as many photos as they please. Don't you worry about him. I'm sure he will be hard as a rock after watching Andrea prepare you again. You see, on top of everything else wonderful about her, she has the most delicate hands and arms. You will realize that soon. Now, first, I promised to let you clean my filthy cock. Be a good girl and lick it good once it's inside."

Unable to move her head, the man easily slipped his crown through her ring-gagged, lips.

"Yes,' he groaned, 'Can you taste your cum on there too? We both made quite a mess, Malory. Oh, yes, lick it. Don't dally, Girl." He nodded to Andrea, "Go ahead, see to out guest."

Malory jumped at the touch of the woman's hand on her naked back. She felt it caressing her soft skin, stroking gently rearward towards the sloping curve of her exposed ass. Warm spit splashed down over the puckered oval of her ass, followed by the press of a thin finger. Slowly it pushed deeper, opening the reluctant ring and edging inside.

Andrea's sexy voice rang from above; "You're so tight, Honey. Let's loosen you up...There..."

The finger, slick with spit, was working its way in and out of her tight anus. Another, additional hand slipped to Malory's cunt. It took a handful of drooling cum and began massaging it into and around her tingling clit.

"No," Malory moaned over the shaft at her lips. In turn, she felt it twitch and increase in size and firmness. At the same time, she could not ignore the burning arousal of her body. Below, her nipples hardened against the cold steel. The digit left her ass, replaced by the wetness of a soft tongue. It was driving her body wild. While the tongue lapped away at the edges of her tender ass, two fingers pushed into her damp sex. They began to open her up, widening her hole for more. The cock had become clean from her mouth and once again hard. It forced its way deeper into her throat, making her gag, and forced her to breathe from her nose. Those same breaths brought back the erotic aroma of a man and his hard dripping cock.

"Oh yes, Baby. You're learning to suck cock so well,' he said, 'Can you feel those four fingers in your cunt? Now wait...wait for the thumb..."

Malory felt it. She felt the woman's thumb being twisted and pushed into her sex. The fingers were being drawn together, forming a tight fist.

"Oh God, yes!" the man groaned. He slipped his shaft from the back of her throat and stroked the tip over her panting tongue. "You're being fisted, Malory. Aghh," he cried, releasing a fresh torrent of cum over her waiting tongue.

Malory let the cum drool from her mouth and hang in strings from her chin. The fist was stroking the secret recesses of her body, forcing out a powerful orgasm. She heard the voices around her: "Oh, shit, look at that; She's elbow deep. Damn, that's gotta hurt."

When the fist finally withdrew, Malory could feel her cunt, opened, wider than before. She could imagine the many eyes, staring down into the blackness of her insides. She could smell herself as Andrea wiped her wet arm off on her back and belly. From behind her upraised ass came another voice; A strong, more masculine one: "Now, Malory, Dear, I show you a real fuck."

Tripp was there, staring in horror. He saw the massive, black rod poised at his wife's open sex. The man gripped Malory's red hair, forcefully pulling it back, as his dark hips slammed forward. A cum splattered, scream flew from her lips. The whole frame shook from the powerful lunges of the black man's crotch. The slap of their flesh reverberated.

"Release her gag,' the man bellowed, 'I want to hear her moan."

Someone popped the catch and jerked the gag from Malory's lips. No words escaped her mouth, only loud gasps of breath, as the air was forced from her lungs with each ramming, thrust.

"That's it, You Little Red Whore, Take my cock: Take a man's cock!" he howled. He was humiliating her, making her feel like a slut before the crowd. "Your tight cunt squeezes my cock, Slut. Everyone can see your white cream coating my black shaft. Your little asshole winks at me with each stroke. I'll make you cum, and when you cum your cervix will suck the potent sperm from my cock. I see you, Whore, trying to move that ass. You want more of my cock."

Tripp was in awe, as well as rock hard again. The man was right; Malory's calves and thighs were straining, indeed, she was trying to push her ass back to his cock. He could see the dilated arousal back in his wife's eyes. Tripp had so missed that wanton look. He felt saddened that it wasn't for him.

Clay continued his mental abuse of Malory: "You're creaming on my cock, Girl. You like this black dick; Don't you Slut?" He licked his thick thumb and pushed it through her tight ass.

"Oh...God...N...No," Malory grumbled.

"I asked you a question, Slut. Do you like this black cock?"

"N...No..." she answered.

Clay slapped her ass leaving a large, red hand-print across her white skin. "Don't lie, Bitch. Tell them you like my black cock. Tell the truth!" He slapped her ass again.

"Y...y...yes..." Malory whimpered.

"Louder," he insisted, striking her ass again.

"Yes...Yes," she answered back.

"Just wait till I fill you with cum, Sweetheart."

"No..Ugh...Ugh...D, don't...Don't cum in me..." she pleaded even as she pushed her cunt back to his cock.

"Oh, no, Baby. It's coming. I've been holding it just for you. I'm almost there...I can feel it building."

"No...Oh, God," Malory groaned, biting her bottom lip. She felt the cock swell, then burst. A hot warmth filled her insides. She came with a loud cry; Her whole body convulsing in spasms of orgasm. The sperm moved deeper into her with each contraction of her inner walls. Malory knew that she was milking him into her cervix, but there was nothing she could do. Even that thought forced her into a new rolling orgasm.

"Yes, take my cum, Girl. Take it all," Clay groaned, slamming his hips farther, and squeezing his tight ass with each pulse of cum.

Erin was there, stroking Tripp's hard cock. "You like that; Don't you Tripp? You want to fuck your wife next? You want to feel another man's cum drip down your hard cock, leaking from your wife's sloppy pussy? Get down; Get down on the floor. We'll make the slut ride you."

Like a robot, Tripp let Erin coax him to the floor. She stroked his cock while waving instructions to the crowd.

Malory was released. Her body was lax; Her head rolling in exhausted passion. Several men and women picked her up and carried her, legs spread, to her waiting husband. Cum dripped from her snatch leaving a white trail below her. Tripp felt it string across his naked thigh before tantalizingly, painting his hard cock. He groaned as his wife's sloppy pussy slid down his shaft. She felt so loose, yet warm and wet. They held her arms aside. Other hands took her breasts, caressing and kneading the aroused flesh. Tripp's fingers dug into his wife's ass, and he thrust into her love box.

Malory's weak eye's looked down into her husbands drug-lust face. She found this as an opportunity to get back at her husband's betrayal. she squeezed her cunt muscles over his hard cock, seeking pleasure in his groans.

"Is this what you wanted, Tripp? Can you feel another man's cum in your wife. Can you fuck me as good as he did?" she teased.

Erin was there in Tripp's defense. She stood straddle his body; her cunt even with Malory's face. "Shut up, Bitch. It's time you used that mouth to lick my cunt." Her fingers tangled in Malory's red locks, and she pulled the woman's mouth to her sex. The others helped by pushing against Malory's head and back.

The harsh, musky scent of the woman's sex filled Malory's nose and the pungent flavor plastered her lips. Another man knelt beside the couple. He was dark and spoke with a Mexican accent. His fingers crushed her left breast, while painfully pinching its hard nipple.

"You had better start lapping away at that pussy, Girl, or I might just tear off this nipple," he warned.

Malory licked at Erin's cunt, tasting the warm wet sex. She could feel the hard nub of her clit swell against her tongue. With each painful pinch of her tit, she wormed her tongue onto Erin's hole. The whole time, her tender cunt was being drilled by her husbands hard cock. He moaned up at her from below. After a few minutes, Erin pulled away. She pushed Malory down to her husband, stood up and straddled her back. Erin's weight kept her breasts pinned to her husband's chest and exposed her ass from behind. Malory could feel the trickle of the woman's spit dripping over her oval, red, asshole.

Tripp was in heaven. He could see the shock and lust in his wife's eyes, and smell the aroma of Erin's cunt on her breath. The tight muscles of her cunt squeezed his thrusting pole. He couldn't see behind his wife, but knew that something was up. Malory's eyes lit up, and she moaned loudly.

Erin had reached down and spread open the tight cheeks of Malory's ass. The Mexican had moved behind her and was pushing his finger though the ring of her ass.

"Your wife has a tight ass,' the man remarked, 'I can feel your cock moving below it."

After fucking her asshole a few tomes with one, then two fingers, he knelt behind them and shifted the hard crown of his cock to the expanded hole. Erin held her cheeks open, while the Mexican drove his shaft in.

Malory fought, trying to jump up, but Erin's strong, naked, thighs held her tight. She shook her red hair in the air, groaning with mouth open wide.

"Oh, God, not there! Not my ass!" she screamed.

Erin slapped her ass. "He's stretching you good, Bitch. Take that whole cock in your ass."

Malory could feel the moisture of Erin's cunt slipping along her back. She could feel the shaft, edging its way deeper into her bowels. The painful, scratching, itch burned along her stretched tissues. She began to feel the two cocks moving along, each other inside her belly. It didn't take long for the pain to transform into pleasure. She began to hug her husband tightly, and bend down to crush her lips to his. They moaned breath for breath. Her erect nipples tingled against his hairy chest. Erin was using her hands to force her body back and forth, then up and down the two cocks. Malory's lip upturned, and her body quivered in orgasm after orgasm. Before she realized it, she was feeling the warm cum of both cocks erupting inside her. With a 'plop', the Mexican's spent cock pulled from her ass. It spilled more seed down her slit and over her husband's thighs.

Malory fell over, spent and exhausted. Erin cradled her, yet held her arms firmly. Slowly she glanced up. The crowd had parted, making room for a beautiful, young brunette. The woman was exquisite. Her perfect body was clad in only thigh-high, leather, boots and a rubber, under-cupped, bra. The bra held her pert, breasts firm and high. She stepped like a model walking the runway, tossing her long, wavy hair back away from her eyes. Still, what drew Malory's eyes was the large, strap-on swinging left and right between the woman's naked thighs. It was attached to her waist by strong leather straps. The back end seemed to be pushed up between her bare sex. Below the two ends rested a large set of rubber, life-like balls. The strap-on was in the shape of an upward curved, black, cock. It was a good 9 1/2 inches in length, and around 2 inches at the base.

Seeing this, Malory kicked, trying to scamper away. Her feet slipped in the fluids below. Erin jerked her back by the arms. The Brunette stared down at her like a cat moving in for the kill.

"Grab those legs," Erin ordered the group. She then turned towards someone else: "Get me one of the large drinks." Hands reached out and took Malory's ankles and thighs, pulling them back and spreading her open. A large plastic bottle of the green liquid was passed to Erin's hand.

"Drink," Erin commanded, holding the bottle to Malory's mouth and giving it a squeeze.

Malory was soaked with sweat, and thirsty, still she turned her head away. "No...I've had enough," she protested.

"You just drink, Malory, or we'll strap you down and put it up your ass," Erin warned.

Reluctantly, Malory swallowed the liquor. She had to choke it down, since Erin kept the bottle there, squeezing it into her mouth. When the bottle was empty, Erin put it down and stroked Malory's damp red hair.

"There, now. You will be horny as Hell in no time. Open your mouth again."

As Malory's mouth opened again, the brunette's rubber shaft was there, slipping just inside. Malory tasted the raw rubber and felt something else with the tip of her tongue; The faux cock had a hole in its tip. Just as Malory realized this, a thick load of cum jolted from the tip. She spat in response. The spit just coated the shaft, making it glisten in the lights.

The brunette smiled down at her. She was cupping the large balls with her left hand. "I have a little over a pint in here. Been collecting it all night,' she said, 'We can't let the boys have all the fun. I want my chance to knock you up."

Erin still held Malory in her lap. When Malory glanced up and back, she could see the swell of Erin's breasts and the wetness of her lips. Erin reached down, tangling her fingers in the curly red hairs of Malory's cunt. They opened her nether lips and began smearing the cum around her vulva.

"With all this cum, you will slip right in there," Erin remarked.

"Oh, yes,' the brunette answered, 'and I'll push that cum in deeper."

"No," Malory weakly protested, as the black shaft eased into the hole. She looked down, between her spread thighs; Her abused sex was deep red and swollen. The elastic muscles of her cunt began to stretch and hug the plastic. She watched the cum gather around her opening and the dark rubber.

"Hold her, Boys,' Erin said, 'Go ahead, Malory, take that cock." Her fingers came around, tweaking Malory's hard, erect nipples.

"Yea, Girl, open that little red cunt for me,' the brunette added, 'Feel me pushing that cum deeper." She forcefully thrust her hips forward, "Here!" she cried.

Malory's own hips thrust up and she screamed. The head of the black shaft had slammed painfully into her depth, hitting hard at somewhere deep inside her.

Erin smiled sardonically. "Fuck her! Fuck her hard!"

The longer rubber cock pulled back, taking the grasping mouth of Malory's cunt with it. Then it brutally slammed back in. At first the strokes were slow and teasing, then they increased in speed. Each time, the ball sack at the base of the device smacked loudly against her sex. Malory could feel a little blast of cum being released from its tip with each smack. Something began to turn in her body; A hot fire burning within her loins. Her chest rose, and she began to pant with each thrust. The hands at her thighs had relaxed and her inner thighs caressed the soft skin of the brunettes. With a will of their own, her ankles began to wrap around the woman's firm ass. They were pulling her in. Her body had begged for the wet slap of those balls.

The brunette was getting off as well. The small dildo within her own cunt was driving her wild. She bent down devouring Malory's soft lips, tasting the flavor of cum and cunt juice on the girl's breath. Every few strokes, she would reach down and give the fake balls a good squeeze. Cum and girl cream coated the black shaft and gathered at Malory's stretched opening.

"Yes, Baby, cum for me,' the woman cooed, 'Keep cumming and suck my cum inside you."

Malory was seriously gone. She was humping back with abandon, pushing her cunt back to the cock. Grunts, moans, groans, and heavy pants, escaped her mouth.

Erin leaned down and dropped her breast to Malory's lips, as she passionately kissed the brunette above. Without realizing it, in her own ecstasy, Malory began to suckle Erin's nipple.

With one last cry of pleasure, the brunette ground her sex into Malory's and squeezed the balls hard, several times. The remaining load, cups of it, flowed into Malory's sucking sex. Malory's eyes rolled back, and her body twitched in orgasm. She didn't just come down; She tapped out. Her thighs relaxed and flared out. The black cock remained inside her, oozing out its last bit of sperm, while keeping the potent load trapped within her body.

Erin reached down and caressed Malory's once tight, smooth belly. It was slightly swollen from the loads of sperm.

"Come over here, Tripp and feel your wife's belly."

Tripp meandered over and nuzzled next to his wife and Erin. He had never seen his wife look so satisfied. Her belly was indeed full, soft and warm. Tripp cupped her breasts, touching the erect nipples. Her chest rose and feel in her intoxicated stupor. Erin nodded to two men. Tripp let them lift Malory and carry her body to a soft padded couch against the wall. Across from the couch was a small coffee table and two large padded chairs. Erin squeezed in next to Tripp on a chair. The two men joined Malory on the couch.

Both men were handsome and well muscled. One was a blond, the other black headed. They were both naked with cleanly shaven chests. The one with the dark hair, at Malory's left, pulled her face to his. She looked at him with dreary eyes, allowing him to kiss her lips. The blond, on her right, cupped a breast, gently massaging its creamy surface. The kiss increased, and Tripp saw his wife moan and open her mouth for a deeper kiss. One of her hands came up to cup the blond's head and pull his face to her breast. Her other hand took the blacked haired man's head and pulled it into hers.

Tripp could not believe what he was witnessing: His once prude wife was making out with these strangers before his own eyes. Beside him, Erin's wonderful hand was gently roving up and down his shaft. It grew harder with each passing glance at his wife. He observed as the dark haired one, eased Malory's mouth down to his hard cock. She eagerly took it onto her lips, going so far as to cup and massage his hefty balls. Leaning over left her sex open to the blond. He took the offer and slipped his hard shaft into her cum-soaked cunt. Tripp heard her groan in passion and adjust her body to receive more cock. Before long, Malory was up on her naked knees, taking cock in both of her inviting holes.

"I told you this was a good idea,' Erin mentioned, 'We made your wife a slut, just how you always envisioned. She will never be the same after this. I expect she will look forward to the next invite."

"So will I, Erin,' Tripp replied, 'So will I"

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