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wounded animal. He quickly turned his head away and said nothing. Unsteadily she approached the two men who had pulled their chairs away from the table and were sitting with their legs spread. She was about to kneel in front of Sam when Willy held up his hand. “Stand there for a minute,” he said grinning up at her. She waited, her hands at her sides, her head bowed. Willy pointed toward her breasts, “Your nipples stiff?” he asked. She nodded. “Why do you suppose that is?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, still not looking up.
    “They stiff cause you is hot. You is gettin’ all excited and your pussy is creamin’. Ain’t that right?” She didn’t answer. “Look at your husband,” Willy said, an edge in his voice, “and tell him what you’re gonna do.”
    Heather turned toward Tommy who was now staring at her, “I-I...I’m going to...to...suck them,” she whispered.
    “Now, tell him why your nipples is stiff,” Sam laughed.
    “Because I’m...I’m excited,” she said softly.
    Willy had leaned forward to look closely at her slit, “Looks to me like your pussy’s wet. Is that so?” She nodded. “Why is that?” he asked.
    “I-I... don’t know.”
    “Bullshit. You fuckin’ do know. Tell your husband.”
    She turned away from Tommy and looked at the two men, “The same reason. I don’t understand why...but...but...”
    “You’re hot,” Willy leered up at her, “the idea of takin’ our cocks in your pretty mouth and suckin’ them has got you hot.” He reached out and ran his index finger along her crease. She gasped and stepped back as if she’d received an electric shock. “You hot, bitch, you are wet and hot, say it!”
    She bowed her head and closed her eyes, “Yes,” she said, “yes, I’m hot and wet.”
    Sam had been stroking his fat cock so that now it was hard. He pointed to the floor between his legs. She stepped forward and got to her knees. He leaned toward her and pinched her nipples, “Tell me you want it,” he said.
    Keeping her head bowed, she said, “I-I...want it.”
    “What do you want and where?”
    “I want...I want your...your penis...I mean I want your cock. I want it in my mouth.”
    “You drink my cum?”
    “I don’t...I..don’t think I can.” He twisted one of her nipples. “I’ll try,” she said.
    “Hold my balls with one hand and my cock with the other.” She cupped his balls and grasped the base of his cock with her right hand. “That’s right; now open your mouth wide and take as much of it as you can.”“
    The stench almost made her gag. He smelled strongly of sweat and urine. He hadn’t showered in days and had been sweating for hours on the long hike back from where he and Wally had found them. His cock tasted of sweat and urine and grit. The round head of it slowly emerged from its covering of skin. She closed her eyes and opening her mouth slid her lips as far down on his cock as she could without choking.
    He leaned back smiling, “Ahh, that’s it, bitch, suck me, make it wet with your spit.” He put his hand on the back of her head directing her to go down and up on his cock.
    He tried to hold off but found he couldn’t. After no more than two minutes he began to spurt in her mouth. She tried to lift her head from his cock but he pushed her down on it, making her take his cum and swallow. His milky cum was thin and tasted bitter and sour, but she felt compelled to draw her cheeks in and continue to suck until she had completely drained his cock. Both Sam and Willy were surprised as was she. When Sam’s cock flopped out of her mouth she looked up at him, her lips glistening, her eyes seeming to ask if he were pleased. He grinned down at her. She sat back on her heels, and bowed her head.
    Sam nodded at Willy, “I think we got us a fuckin’ world class cocksucker here.”
    Willy laughed, “It sure looks like it. I ain’t never seen even a whore suck that good.”
    Sam tucked his limp cock back into his jeans, “She