At first Tom felt a shameful relief at not having to watch what the men were doing to his wife. But after a few minutes of hearing the sounds coming form the other room, he realized the true sadism of Marcus' plan. The images put in his head by the sounds were, if anything worse than seeing. 

There was the sound of a slap, followed by Amy's cry of pain. A grunted "Get her on her knees." Another cry from Amy, followed by another plea for Tom to help her. The sound of a zipper being pulled down. Amy: "Oh, God --Oh, no, please--" then her pleas were muffled as if something had been shoved into her mouth. 

Then comments of the other men left no doubt as to what that something was: "Yeah, man, fuck that mouth, ram it down the bitch's throat!!" and "You like sucking cock, whore?" Frantic gagging sounds from Amy. "C'mon, bitch, suck that dick!!" and then, "My turn, man, let me have a crack at that mouth." 

Tom heard a gasp as Amy caught her breath, followed by a sob: "Tom --?" Then another groan as another man (Duke?) shoved his dick into Amy's unwilling mouth. "Hah! Bet your old man ain't got nothin' like that to stick in you, huh, whore?" A sound from Amy. "What's that, slut?" Marcus taunted. "Tommy Boy ain't got nothin' like that for little Amy-slut? Let her answer, Duke." 

Then there was an audible pop as Duke pulled out of her mouth. "No," Amy whispered. "Tom's not as big as you." The men whooped in delight. 

Tom felt like screaming. She had always said that size didn't matter that much and that she was satisfied with his four inches. Now she was telling these thugs about his endowment, something that had always been a secret shame of his. He silently cursed Amy as Duke said "Well get back to work on it, bitch!" 

Tom thought he heard a change in Amy's grunts and groans around their cocks, as if she was starting to respond. No, he thought. I have to be imagining it. But when he heard Marcus' silky whisper "Thass right, baby, now you getting' into it," he did scream. 

Tom tried to shove the chair towards the open doorway between the kitchen and the living room. He managed to "walk" the chair legs a few feet. Then he overbalanced and tipped over, landing on his side with a crash that knocked the breath out of him. But by craning his neck slightly, he could see what was going on. 

Amy was on her knees, stripped to the waist. The shreds of her blouse were twisted into a kind of rope that bound her dainty wrists behind her. Marcus Dupree had one of his big hands wrapped in her thick mane of hair and he was pulling her mouth back and forth up and down the length of his huge prick. Amy's eyes were open and she seemed dazed. 

Two men were standing on either side of the bound, kneeling girl, their cocks pulled out of their jeans. Their huge erect cocks occasionally rubbed against Amy's cheeks as they awaited their turns at her mouth. The men were mauling Amy's big tits savagely, occasionally pausing to administer a harsh twist one of the big brown nipples. Each time they did this, Amy let out a sound that might have been a moan of pain -"or of pleasure. 

As Tom watched, Dupree pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered. Dupree used his grip on her hair to turn her towards Tito, the Hispanic guy. She obediently opened her mouth and took him in. Duke, the biker, got down on his knees behind her, gripping her large breasts in both hands, pulling and tugging harshly on her nipples. Then he snaked one hand down across her flat belly to cup her brown-furred pubic mound. He began massaging her velvety pussy lips, all the while whispering something in her ear that caused her to sob around the cock in her mouth. 

"Hey boys," Duke crowed as he pulled his lips away from her ear. "This bitch is dripping wet." Tito threw his head back in an exaggerated gesture of pleasure and sighed. theatrically. "Ahhhhhhh...." he said. "Keep doin' that, bro, she likes it. I can tell by the way she sucks." 

Tom sobbed as he saw what Tito meant. Amy was no longer passively accepting the cock in her mouth; her lips had tightened around his hardness and she was slowly moving her head back and forth. 

"That's right, puta," he taunted. "Suck it nice an' slow. Take your time, baby, we got all night." She moaned softly. Tito turned and looked at Tom lying helplessly on the floor. "I guess she likes having some real cocks to suck for a change, huh, Tommy-boy?" 

The men clapped and jeered as tears ran down Tom's face. Finally, Dupree silenced them with a wave. "Get the cunt in the bedroom," he ordered. "Tommy and me be in in a minute." 

The grinning men yanked her to her feet and marched her towards the bedroom, her head down. Dupree pulled out a gun and put it to Tom's head. "Now," he said, "we gonna go in and watch us a show. I bet she never had it three ways at once. This gonna be a real treat for her." He used his free hand to unlock Tom's handcuffs. 

Tom lay there on the floor for a moment, staring up at Dupree in hatred. Then he heard Amy's scream from the bedroom. "Oh. NOOO," she squealed. "Oh, GOD, NO. IT'S TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 

"Damn," Dupree grinned. "Looks like they started without us." 

"UNNH! UNNH! UNHNH!" Amy cried, over the sound of squeaking bedsprings. Tom was insane with rage. He turned to rush at Dupree, but stopped when he saw the look in the man's eyes. 

"Go ahead, Tommy," Dupree whispered. "Try it. I'll gut- shoot you and leave you to bleed to death on the floor. And then I'll go in and fuck your wife anyway." Tom stopped, cursing himself for being a coward. Dupree gestured with the gun. "C'mon," he said. "We missin' the show." In a daze, Tom turned and walked into the bedroom where the other two men were raping his wife. 

What he saw, however, could no longer be called rape. Oh, sure, Tito was kneeling on the bed, holding Amy's hands pinned over her head. She was lying crosswise across the mattress. Duke was between her legs, his pants pulled down around his knees. He was fucking in and out of Amy's cunt with harsh, brutal strokes. His hands were mauling and squeezing Amy's big tits. 

Amy looked like she was loving it, Tom realized numbly. Oh god, she's loving it. There was no denying it. Amy's slim legs were wrapped tightly around Duke's broad back and her lush hips were pumping, rising to meet his thrusts. What was unmistakable, however, was the glazed look of pure lust in her green eyes and the soft moans of pleasure that spilled from her slack lips. 

Tom had never seen his sweet, demure wife look so wanton, so sexually alive. He felt his cock rising to its full four inches. Dupree laughed as he saw the slight bulge in Tom's pants. 

"I think Tommy-boy's enjoyin' the show," he laughed. He took the cuffs out of his pocket. "Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed," he ordered, gesturing with the gun. Tom complied, never taking his eyes off the spectacle of his wife being fucked by the enormous biker. Dupree cuffed one wrist to the brass bedrail at the foot of the bed. 

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