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flushed bright red, and the tiny pointed nipples that adorned her breasts were jutting straight into the air.
"Goddamn," Wade murmured, "She's gonna burn my fingers up with that hot little cunt. Christ, you guys
are gonna get the fucking of your lives."
"Yeah, and her old man said she was no good," Mac whispered obscenely.
"Man will he find out different from us."
"It won't be long," Wade whispered while he rubbed his swollen cock with his free hand.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Pamela whimpered as Wade suddenly thrust two more fingers into her tight elastic pussy.
She was losing her battle, and knew it, though she still clenched her buttocks together in a frantic effort
to resist.
But the probing fingers had become too much for her. As she clenched her anus again and again, the
shocks of sex-maddened desire shot through her stomach and she began clasping her buttocks harder,
increasing the passion that was building inside her yearning pussy. She had felt those shocks only once,
the one time she masturbated. But now, a man was doing it for her, thrilling every inch of her flesh as his
finger rubbed and rotated deep between the hair-lined lips of her trembling pussy. She wanted the
fingers to go deeper, just like Carmen had wanted Jeff's cock to drive deeper into her ravaged cunt.
Yes, oh, yes, deeper ... deeper ...
"Wow!" Lefty exclaimed.
"Yeah," Mac added. "She's squirmin' like a nympho. God, I can't wait to get my cock stuck in that wild
little snatch. I'll fuck her until she won't moan no more!"
Pamela could barely hear them through her drug-hazed mind. She was moaning incoherently unable to
face the reality of the passion that raged inside of her aching cunt. It felt so good when she had
fingerfucked herself, but now ... now it was like ecstasy having a man run his fingers in and out of her
trembling pussy. It was true! She couldn't resist any longer ... she wanted to be fucked! She was
ashamed and degraded, but she had to be fucked.
"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned, but her voice was drowned out by the ringing telephone.
Quickly Wade jerked his fingers from her throbbing pussy and reached for the phone, ignoring her plea
for him to continue. He watched as Mac thrust his fingers inside her cunt, then picked up the phone.
"Yeah," he whispered into the receiver, wanting Pamela's pleadings to be heard through the phone.
"Who the hell's this?" Jeff demanded.
"Aaaahhhhhhhh, please," Pamela groaned loud enough to be overheard by her husband.
"This is Wade Jackson," the gangster announced as if he were proud of his infamous name. "We came
over to keep your sweet little wife company while the big newspaper man's out snooping where he
shouldn't be."
"What are you doing to her," Jeff shouted into the other end of the line.
"Right now," Wade replied matter-of-factly, "One of my men has his fingers in your wife's cunt and is
finger fucking her silly."
"You bastard ..." Jeff started, but was interrupted by his wife's screaming for more.
"Yeah, Mr. Editor, your wife is having a ball," Wade said, then changed his tone. "And we're having a
ball, too. So I'll tell you what newspaperman. You get your ass over here right away and see for
yourself. And don't call the fuzz or your hot little wife'll be dead before they can get in the door."
Wade held the receiver close to Pamela's head and Jeff called to her through the phone.
"Oh, oh, oh, Jeff," she cried back to him. "Please, Jeff, help me!"
With that, Wade slammed the receiver onto the telephone. He looked at the lust-maddened girl with an
obscene grin then turned his attention to his two henchmen.
"O.K., boys, fuck her silly."
* * *
Jeff Lee raced through freeway traffic to get to his home. Christ, he thought, what are they doing to her.
His wife, sensitive and sheltered, was being raped by three thugs who don't have the right to even shine
her shoes. Yet they were her captors and tormentors.
As he neared his home, Jeff put his hand under his coat and felt the cold steel of the pistol he had stuffed
in his belt. He knew that if he called the police Wade would carry out his threat and murder his wife.
The only way was to try and overpower them with the gun. That way, at least he had done something to
save her from almost certain death.
Turning a corner, Jeff saw the white brick front of his home and took a deep breath. Well, here goes
nothing, he thought. It had better work.
Once out of the car, Jeff sneaked around the side of the house to look in the bedroom window, but
could only hear his wife's continuous moans of pleasure. God, I've got to stop them, he thought
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