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CHAPTER SIX

Barbara pulled on a pair of faded denim shorts that clung tenaciously to her full hips and softly rounded ass. The seam in the crotch cut into the gash of her cunt and her puffy cunt lips lapped over the stitching.

She padded barefoot to her dresser and rummaged through the drawer for a top. She found one purple halter that failed to hide the flesh of her melon-shaped tits. The sexy material did manage to hide her cherry nipples.

She slipped into a pair of sandals and studied herself in the mirror. Combing her long fingers through her silky thick red hair she turned and strode confidently out of the bedroom. She approved what she saw.

Frank had finally made her realize she was a desirable woman. To make things even better, fucking his son, Jimmy, had shown her that even to a kid she was desirable. It was only Carl who disagreed with everyone. She knew this wasn't the kind of life she wanted. It would be a long time before she could forget about the way she had acted at the club: sucking Steve, then waiting like a tramp for his drummer friend to come out and fuck her.

She bounded down the stairs. Carl would be home soon, and a long long talk was warranted. They couldn't go on living like this: him tearing her down emotionally; her seeking satisfaction in other men; him searching for the fountain of youth in younger girls. It had to end.

She poured herself a drink, flipped on the stereo, and plopped down on the long sofa. The soft strands of a romantic song filled the room is she slowly sipped the liquor. She counted the times she and Carl had fucked on the living-room floor while the music played on and on too many to count.

She tried to crush his foot in the doorway. "Yes, my husband's home. You want to speak to him?" Her mouth was drawn tight in determination.

"I think she's lying," Steve winked. "What do you think, Fred?" He still kept his eyes on the luscious Barbara.

"I think maybe we ought to check."

"Right," Steve grinned, and pushed open the door, knocking Barbara off balance. Steve stepped inside and grabbed her wrist, turning to his friend. "C'mon, Fred. Sweet friendly Babs has invited us in for a drink." He released her delicate wrist. "Let's go, baby." As Fred closed the front door, his dark brooding eyes settled on Barbara's frightened face. She was more beautiful, than he remembered her to be in the murky darkness of night. In the light of day, she was deliciously sweet – a sumptuous beauty. His groin knotted, a reminder of how great a fuck she had been, and that had been a quick piece. He salivated as he thought how much better she would be now in daylight.

"Don't be so upset," Fred said gently. "We just stopped by for a few minutes."

"Yeahhh, a few minutes of conversation," Steve said, nudging Barbara toward the living room.

She looked at Steve. His smile was disarming. She simmered down, thinking of a way out. A few minutes… it would be easier to go along with them… for a few minutes. Barbara accepted the offered glass. "Okay, but only a minute. My husband is on his way home, and I don't want him finding you two here." She forced a smile and sipped. "Christ, it's straight gin."

Fred laughed lightly. "Nah, it's a dry martini." He polished his drink off with two long gulps. "Damn good one, too."

Steve sank his lean frame into a soft comfortable chair and lit a cigarette. He stared intently at Barbara standing self-consciously in the middle of the room. He let the swirls of smoke drift lazily out of his mouth and gazed at Barbara's fantastic body through the blue haze floating past his eyes.

"Fred and I have been talking all day about how great you were last night." Steve took a gulp of his drink and followed it with a deep drag on the cigarette. "Talked ourselves hoarse."

The subject of the conversation didn't appeal to her. Last night was something she wanted to forget. Barbara noticed them staring. "We were good enough for you last night. Now, we're trash, when you're not horny." He hurled her to the couch.

She shook her head vehemently. "No… no… not that at all," she stammered. "I don't think that… it's just that… my husband… I don't…" Fear kept her from finding the right words.

"Bull shit, baby," Steve snarled. "You got plenty of time to play around with us." Steve darted a look at his friend who was sitting on one of the bar stools. "Right, good buddy?"

Fred's grin was wide. "You don't have to worry about your husband. We saw him at the club before we left. He was sniffing around some chick who was enjoying his attention."

"Yeah," Steve added, "and we figured you might want to get even with him. Maybe a repeat performance of last nights." Steve's laugh was lewd, and he stood over her cowering figure rubbing his hard-on. "We know how horny you can get, and your hubby won't be in any shape to fuck you when he comes home."

Barbara's stomach tightened into a solid knot. "You're lying." She didn't want to believe them, yet she knew it was probably true.

"We didn't wanna tell you, but you're so damn snotty," Fred said. Steve swiftly came back with a slap of his own, leaving the red imprint of his hand on her cheek. It knocked her back to the couch. "Shut up, whore. We came to get a little more of what you were giving out last night so freely. We ain't leavin' until we do. Understand?" His hand rubbed his hard cock-bulge.

Her eyes darted from Steve to Fred. "Fred," she sobbed, hoping to get some sympathy from him. "Last night… you said I had class… now you want to rape me?" Her green eyes welled with tears, and her bottom lip was quivering.

"We don't wanna rape you, Barbara," Fred said soothingly. His deep voice was strained; he tried to keep the emotion he felt out of it. "Just want a little of what we shared last night, that's all. We figured you'd be happy as hell."

"Well, I'm not." She tried blinking away the tears. "I'm scared and I don't want to do anything. I had I told you last night I would never do it again."

Steve broke in, "Shit, baby. Don't play so hard to get." He sat don beside her and forced her arms, apart, her tits jiggling as they struggled. "You came on to us both like a nympho, and now you tell us you're gonna be nice and proper? Don't make us laugh." Steve grabbed one of her wrists and twisted. "C'mon, a quick show and Fred and I will cut out and leave you alone. It can't hurt."

She clutched at the hope Steve was holding out to her. She wanted to believe him desperately wanted to.

"Okay," she conceded weakly. A small part of her inwardly and secretly wanted them to desire her to ogle her. "Only for, a minute."

She brought herself to her feet, sheepishly exhibiting her mountainous tits for them. She swallowed hard, feeling their eyes burn into her flesh, and made a complete turn, pausing as she faced Fred, then stopped when she saw Steve.

Her breathing was quick and shallow. Showing her tits like this, under duress, and to two horny men who leered appreciatively, aroused her. She fought it, but she was weakening. Her craving to be wanted, appreciated, contorted her basic decency and confused her mind.

She blushed as she stood under their stares, her eyes downcast, "Can I put something on now?" she asked meekly. "I did what you asked." She looked down; she didn't want them to notice she was getting hot.

"Your tits are fantastic," Steve groaned, his prick stiff and pulsing. "Much better in the light of day, and God, your nipples… whewwwww!" He passed his tongue over his lips. "Makes me hungry just looking at those big tits. What about you, Fred?"

"Gave me an instant hard-on."

Barbara's cheeks were burning. "Can I go now?" She looked up from the floor. "You promised."

Fred thought he noticed something in her voice. He silently looked on, patiently waiting to see what would develop.

Steve was squeezing his cock through his pants. "Shit, Barbara. How can you be so selfish and deprive us of a chance to admire your body? Hell, baby, we're leaving town. Give us something to remember."

"I did what you asked," she whined, her arms ineffectually covering her mammoth cunt.

"How about taking off your shorts?" Steve suggested. "Fred was telling me how great your ass looked when you were bent over and taking his cock in your pussy."

Barbara shook. She felt like a whore on display, and that casual reminder of last night eradicated the passion she was beginning to feel. "No. Please, let me go. I did what you asked. Now please leave."

"C'mon, Barbara," Fred said. "I dreamed about your gorgeous ass all night, and Steve thinks I'm bull shitting him about how great a tush you got."

"Yeah," Steve said, "your ass can't be as fantastic as Fred says." He laughed lightly. "What's a little peek at your ass before we go?"

The subtle hint that it would be all they wanted relaxed Barbara. She looked at them both. They wouldn't rape her she was in her own home.

"Then will you go?" she asked them.

"Hell yeah," Steve replied. She looked at Fred across the room, her green eyes questioning him in silent desperation. He nodded in agreement, and she fumbled with the snap on her hip-hugging shorts. Her trembling fingers grasped the zipper and peeled it down, her eyes closed. The tightfitting shorts opened, and she had to push them down to get them off her hips; they slipped easily to the floor with a gentle nudge. She heard the men's groans as she stepped out of her shorts, her eyes still shut. Their passion filled, moans bombarded her ears and, secretly, she enjoyed it.

"Best-looking bitch I've ever seen," Steve said, his eyes going all over her. "Got a fantastic mouth to go with it, too. Sucked me dry as hell." He laughed. "Sucked so damn hard, I thought she was gonna pull my balls up through my cock."

Barbara shuddered, attempting to block out his crude remark about he sating his prick last night. A tear spilled from one eye and down her red blushing check.

"Her mouth can't be as great as her pussy!" Fred said to his buddy. His eyes swept to Barbara's statuesque naked figure. "Her pussy is wet and hot, and was throbbing around my cock. I blasted my balls off like crazy in them fuckin' woods. She loved every second of it, too. Didn'tcha, Barbara?"

She was crying, listening to them with her eyes closed. She felt like a slut and knew that last night she had been a slut. "Pleasssssse," she sobbed tearfully. "Let me get dressed. I've done everything you've asked."

Steve ignored her and continued to talk to his buddy. "Shit, Fred, I'll bet she sucks cock better than she fucks."

"No way in hell buddy!" Fred said. "She's gotta be better to fuck. Her screams alone make it better. She can't beg for cock when she's got her mouth stuffed with one."

Barbara sank to the floor a sobbing naked heap of panicky nerves defenseless. Her loud sobbing mixed in with their lewd conversation. She didn't know what to do how to get rid of them. She was helpless, vulnerable, hiding her head, her thick red hair falling about her knees as she sat there sobbing, her back bent forward, the weight of her spine ending at the crack of her ass.

Steve looked at her with indifference as she cried softly to herself. "Hey, babe, you gonna help us out?" He got up and went to her. "C'mon, stop the crying. You know you want our cocks as bad as we wanna give 'em to you." He bent over and grabbed a fistful of dark-red hair, yanking her head upward. "Right?" His snarling face leered menacingly.

Through her tears, she looked at him, frightened out of her wits. "You said… you promised… I could…"

"Don't be stupid," Fred said, going over to her and wiping the tears from her cheeks as Steve's grip kept her head turned up. "You didn't honestly think we just wanted a look, did you?"

"Ye… yesssssssssss," she heaved between convulsive breaths, not really sure. She was too scared and confused to know anything, except that she was at their mercy. "Pleeease, let me go." Being in her own home made it that much more bizarre.

"Hell, baby," Steve snarled, his grip tightening in her hair. "You should be happy we both think you're the best at fucking. Your husband doesn't think so." He yanked her head toward his bulging crotch.

She hated what they were saying, but she knew it was the truth. They wanted to fuck her, and Carl didn't. "Let me go," she pleaded. "I don't want to be treated like this. I'm a lady."

"C'mon," Steve said, laughing. "You might be a lady, but you're also cock-crazy, and we're gonna help you out. Right, Fred?"

"Yeaahhhhhhh," Fred groaned, getting undressed. "We're gonna find out once and for all, before Steve and I leave town, whether you're a better fuck or suck." He waved his cock in Barbara's face. "Look at it, Barbara. You couldn't see my prick too well last night, but I'll bet you remember how great it felt inside your hot pussy."

Barbara shuddered and jerked back. She refused to look at the cock she had begged for only last night.

Steve, not to be outdone, stripped quickly. "We're ready for you, baby." He stepped close to her, presenting her with his long cock. "Give us a suck and maybe we'll leave." He laughed viciously.

"You're lying," she sobbed. She tried to get to her feet, but Steve brought his foot up and pushed against her bare ass. She went sprawling to the floor.

Steve was down next to her, rubbing her rounded ass, his fingers teasing her ass crack, before she had the chance to respond. "You got a fabulous ass, baby." He grinned up at his buddy. "C'mon and feel her soft her ass is."

Fred joined them on the floor, his hand going to her ass. He delighted in her soft, silky yielding ass flesh.

"Great ass. I told ya, Steve, her ass was nice. I could have popped my nuts the minute she bent over and begged me to fuck her." His hand explored her deep ass crack, inching down between her tightly clenched thighs.

Steve kept kneading her sass roughly. "Shit, man, I didn't have time for anything but gettin' my cock sucked. Had to relieve you."

"We got all the time we need now," Fred said, "and we don't have to worry about her screaming how much she likes it, either."

Barbara suffered the degradation of their sordid remarks and their vile hands groping around her body. It was as if they were talking about some slut off the street. It didn't seem real. She tried squirming away, but the mauling of her ass and legs became rougher, and she stopped, defeated.

"Roll over, baby," Steve said, his gouging fingers trying to pry her legs apart. "Roll over and let me and Fred look at your tits." He squeezed harder when she didn't comply, letting her know he wasn't kidding around. "You want your asshole fucked?"

She immediately rolled, trembling, panting.

He forced his blunt fingers between the lips of her cunt and delved inside the moist opening. "Hey Fred, she's warming up real nice."

A sizzling grin spread over Fred's face. "Let me feel." He squeezed Barbara's tit roughly, hurting her. "Open your legs. Wide."

"Don't hurt me," she whined, wincing. "I'll do whatever you want." She agreed not sure whether it was to avoid pain, or because she wanted to. Maybe, she thought, as she spread her legs, it was a little of both.

"Glad you decided to cooperate." Fred's groping hand dragged though her pussy gash. He felt the oozing moistness of her cunt betraying her. "Getting nice and wet… just like last night."

Barbara whimpered as his hand slipped easily through her pussy and harshly over her clit. She twitched from the exciting contact of his hand, surrendering completely, unable to comprehend why conflicting emotions warped her troubled mind: anger; fear; jealousy.

"Don't be so rough," she purred, spreading her legs wider, giving both men room to revel in the hidden delights of her hot wet pussy. "You don't want to damage the goods before you've enjoyed it, do you?" She was heating now that her defenses had been dropped.

Barbara raised her head and swiped her wet tongue over his prickhead. "Stand up. I'll suck you both." She eyed their big cocks swinging stiffly from their hairy groins as they got up off the floor. "God, I'm hungry for cock!"

"You got enough cock here to keep you happy for a while," Fred said, standing next to Steve.

Barbara shivered with rippling excitement. The thought of last night made her tingle, and thinking of what she was going to do with them in her own living room, thrilled her even more.

She was on her knees, grabbing their bloated pricks again, stroking one cock in each hand. "God, this is going to be a day to remember." She was lost to her passion completely at the mercy of the fuck-lust that raged in her pussy.

She sucked Steve's prick into her wet hungry mouth and slurped drooling spit all over the giant cock shaft, gobbling the large cockhead into her throat.

"Bab… yyyy!" he groaned loudly, his hips jabbing violently, skewering her gullet with a hard fuck-thrust. "Unnnnnn!"

Barbara slid her mouth off his prick, gurgling spit. She turned her head to Fred's groin and sucked her clinging lips up and down the length of his prick, then licked down over his hanging balls, coming back up to chew eagerly on his throbbing cock.

"Christ!" Fred groaned. "Whatta fuckin' mouth!" He looked down, seeing Barbara's head jerking wildly as she feasted on his cock.

"I told you she had a fantastic mouth," Steve groaned while watching Barbara devour his buddy's prick. "She could make a fortune just using her mouth and lips." He rubbed his spit-soaked cock against her cheek and pressed the bloated cockhead into her ear. "Wanna some cum in here, baby?"

Barbara was too far gone to care what they did. She had accepted the role of tramp and was throwing herself wholeheartedly into it and loving it. She licked over Fred's balls, then snapped her head around, catching Steve's jutting prick with her lips. She bit his cock shaft with playful nips, biting down along the entire length. His growls of pleasure rang in her ears.

Pulling her head beck to look at the men, she stroked each wet cock with her hands. Her green eyes, glassy orbs of pure unadulterated lust, shifted from one to the other. "How do I suck?" she asked, her eyes settling on Fred, her fingers tightly squeezing his throbbing boner. "Bettor than I fuck?"

Fred leered back. "You do everything great."

"Hey, I ain't fucked you yet," Steve interrupted.

She winked at Steve. "Then why don't you?" Letting go of both pricks, she lay back on the floor. Her hands skimmed over her tits, stopping for a moment to knead the supple tit flesh, then down to her pussy, where she spread her cunt lips for Steve.

"I'm all wet and mushy inside." She turned to Fred. "Right, Fred?"

Fred nodded, enjoying her lush body as she writhed about on the carpet like a wriggling snake. "Like a fucking oven," he groaned.

She liked the stares she was getting. "C'mon, Steve, fuck me. See which is better. My hot tight pussy, or my wet suckin' mouth." Her fingers were dragging through her sopping wet pussy.

Steve saw the glistening juices of her oozing pussy and dropped to the floor between her legs. His cock was already aimed for the red cunt gash, and he inched closer, his cockhead coming in contact with her hot cunt lips. He groaned deliriously.

Barbara stretched her arms to grab his hulking prick and guided his thick cockmeat into her pussy. She went into convulsive spasms when his cockhead sank easily between the puffy folds.

"Oooooo, shove it! Shove your fucking cock in!" She drummed her fists against the carpeted floor and humped her ass wildly.

Steve gathered his strength and fucked his cock in to the balls. His head snapped back; the muscles of his back rippled and tensed; his entire body tightened.

Barbara's body twisted in wild gyrations as her pussy stretched with cock. She groaned, her voice like an animal, and humped up, smashing her cunt into his groin and fucking herself wildly on his buried cock, her tits flopping from side to side, her face a red mask of passion. "Pump! Get me to cummmm!"

"Roll her over!" Fred hollered. "Get her on top. I want her ass!" He stroked his long cock, craving a sample of Barbara's sweet gorgeous ass.

Steve grinned into her face. "Hold on, baby. Here we go." He came down on top of her and corralled her into his arms, rolling with her, his prick still fucked inside her tight clenching pussy.

Barbara squealed in joy as Steve rolled her over. She squiggled on top of Steve's body, getting in a good position, straddling him, his prick buried in her cunt her knees clutching his sides.

Glaring down into Steve's face, she shook her tits at him. "You like being on the bottom?" she asked.

Steve reached up and grabbed her magnificent globes of tit flesh and pulled, hauling her down, her face inches from his. "You're gonna watch you while Fred fills your asshole with his cock."

Barbara swooned. She wanted the final debasement as much as they wanted to dominate her. She turned her head, her eyes rolling, focusing on Fred behind her. "C'mon, Fred." She wriggled her ass. "Fuck my ass nice and easy." A tremor swept through her when Fred held onto her hips. "Don't hurt me."

"I wouldn't think of it, Barbara."

Fred's eyes were fastened on the twin checks of her ass and the wrinkled asshole that beckoned him. He took his prick in his fist and pressed his cockhead against the tiny pinkish brown opening. He moved forward, his prick splitting the tight ass ring as his cockhead entered her ass.

His prickhead slipped inside her ass, out of sight, his hands keeping her ass cheeks apart. A hot flash tore through his groin as he pushed, fucking his hard cock into the tight dry channel of her ass.

"Aggogghhhlll!" Barbara groaned. Pain and joy surged through her as she became impaled on Fred's ass-stuffing cock.

He jabbed her pussy again a mindless volley of violent fuck-stabs.

Fred matched his buddy's speed with his own and fucked his solid cock through the narrow channel of her ass like a jackhammer pounding into butter. His splayed fingers held onto her hips, sinking into her silky smooth skin. Fred leered from his position behind Barbara, eyeing her slender back, wispy waist, flared hips, and jiggling ass as he relentlessly slammed into her ass. Her whimpering soft cries drifted up to him, and he shuddered. It wouldn't be long now the knot in his balls and the throbbing of his cock warned him.

Barbara feasted on the brutal assault by two cocks. She gurgled with pleasure and whimpered in bliss as they fucked their pricks into her fuck-holes. Her soft ass cushioned Fred's stormy fuck-thrusts, his body lurching and crashing into hers. Her clit absorbed Steve's lunging prick from below. She began to move, grinding her clit into Steve's cock and shoving back onto Fred's ass-spearing prick. Both men were fucking her into the breath taking heights of bliss two slamming cocks and animal passion. "Make me fly! Make me cream all over youuuuuuuuuu!" She felt their pawing hands grabbing her hips, ass, and tits. "Make me creeeeeam!" she ranted, "Make it happen!"

A piercing scream floated out through the room and drowned the two deep howling voices. "I'M CRRRR… EEEAMING!" Barbara shrieked noisily. Her body became a fuck machine. Her body drank their spewing jism with an unquenchable thirst. She rocked and twisted, her upper body wrenching, her tits clamped in Steve's viselike fingers.

She battled back, ground down and back, catching a rhythm that had her on a flight to ecstasy a journey through a fuzzy world of overwhelming orgasms.

Her climax spread outward from the spastic depths of her pussy, the intensity mounting within her. She felt their ravaging cocks fucking harder as they climaxed it sent her higher. She became a piece of exploding flesh, no mind, just an embodiment of tingling sensations reacting to the fucking she was receiving.

Her cunt and ass took every drop of their cum, gulping in sync to their cocks' pulsing squirts. Her body needed every drop of their cum to drown the raging fire inside her overstuffed pussy and ass. She was greedy.

Fred, the first to cum, began to slow, his squirting jizz diminished, his cock drained by her ass muscles that had squeezed all the cum out of him. His cock was now shrinking inside her hot gripping asshole, and he groaned.

Her pussy was still stuffed with Steve's fucking cock. She squealed and devoted the last of her soaring orgasm to him, riding his cock hard ad fast, her hips churning in constant modes, her body in constant orgasm. Her clit was a tiny piece of raw meat being mashed by Steve's slamming prick. Cum gushed from her pussy, bathing the skewering cock in hot cunt cream. Her hot slick pussy juice mingled with Steve's stringy drools of cum.

Steve's ass whacked the carpet, up and down, his cock flooding her pussy with his thick cum-load. He saw her exquisite features change from one lustful expression to another, his fingers sinking into her fleshy tits. His hips slowed, his orgasm subsided, and his cock stopped spouting cum. Barbara's floundering body atm held his prick captive.

"I'm creeee… nnningggg!" She skittered lightly in the last throes of her orgasm. The intensity, so staggering for so long, abated, and she floated back through the clouds. "Ooooo, God!" She went into a series of convulsions that sent her into unconsciousness. She twitched and fell forward on Steve.

Steve held her quivering body for a moment, them eased her off. As he stood, he gazed down at her motionless body. She had fucked herself into a stupor.

"Let's get the hell out of here," he said to Fred.

In minutes, they were gone, leaving Barbara with her ass and pussy stuffed with their cum.