Chapter four.

Wendy continued going to Peters two and three times a month, Tony had started getting involved more, Wendy had got used to his presence and him putting his hands on her to position her, when she felt Tony who was stood behind her easing her panties down she froze, Peter watched open mouthed expecting Wendy to object, lower and lower her panties came down until her neatly trimmed bush came into view, it had taken Peter months to get Wendy to this stage with the help of a few gin and orangers, now with Tony's elp she was now stood before him with her sex on display, Peters 8" tool stood to attention like a soldier ready to do its ddutyTony who was bent down behind wendy took advantage to have a quick look at Wendy's bare mound when she bent to retrieve her panties.

After a break in which Peter reloaded his camera Wendy downed a large Gin and orange which Tony had poured for her, he had also added a little something to make her more easily to deal with, the moment of truth was near, after a few nudephotos had been taken Wendy's head became fuzzy, as Tony positioned her for another shot he ran his hand onto her love mound, Wendy in her drugged state didn't notice until Tony drove his fingers into her tight twat, the more she struggled the deeper Tony's fingers serched her inner cunt, as she became more disoriented Tony backed her to the bed where she flopped down on her back, Peter was already loosening his trousers his 8" manhood stood ridged, Wendy was now in a placid state, Peter positioned himself between Wendy splayed thighs, he aimed his ridged cock at her cunt, as Tony withdrew his fingers Peter drove his cock into her cunt.

Wendy had only ever had my 4" dick in her before, now 8" of thick manhood was deep in her love nest ploughing a deep furrow, Peter feeling a orgasm building in Wendy told Tony to get busy with the camera and take some photos, when Wendy arched her back and began to orgasm Peter rammed his bloated nob as deep as he could began to fire rope after rope of thick baby jazz into Wendy, once the euphoria had worn off the realisation that she had just had sexual intercourse with Peter, she burst into tears, peter tried to console her but Wendy sobbed uncontrollably, this was when Ann did her party piece, she hugged Wendy telling her everything was going to be alright, Wendy cried that Peter had raped her, Ann told her she was talking nonsense, that she'd had too much to drink, that she'd had sex with her husband willingly and it certainly wasn't rape, that if she told anyone ant differently she would be cast as the village slut, what would Tom say, he would probably divorce her and her poor parents would die of shame.

By the time Wendy got home she had pulled herself together, acting as best she could that everything was OK, her pussy felt sore, Peters penis was much longer and thicker than Tom's, she felt ashame that Peter had made her cum when Tom couldn't, and why was Peters penis so much bigger, Wendy ran a hand onto her pussy a d found it was getting wet just thinking about Peters big fuck meat, if Peter had raped her why had she orgasmed not once but twice, at work the next day she went over and over what had happened the night before, the trouble was the more she thought about it the wetter her panties became, at lunch break she went to the toilet and as she wiped the sticky liquid leaking from her cunt a tingling sensation started in her sex hole, we dy could not resist rubbing her sex she had to hold onto the toilet door as a almighty orgasm built up, oh fuck she said under her breath, the fuck word she had never used before, what was happening to her.

That night when she and Tom made love she realised for the first time that Tom didn't satisfy her like Peter had done, she felt guilty and ashamed and that Tom would be heartbroken if he knew Peter's big cock had been up her cunt, the shame of it brought Wendy back down to earth with a thump, there was no such shame going on at Peters and Ann's, he was over the moon at nailing his neighbours young wife, each time he and Ann made love they talked about the fun they planned on having with Wendy, it had been two weeks since Peter had fucked Wendy and there had been no sign of her, Ann was 100% supportive of her husbands little hobby, when Tom and Wendy had moved into cottage next to them Ann had seen the potential Wendy had.

A few weeks went by and Ann thought it was time she confronted Wendy and saw how she was coping, she waited one morning until Tom had gone to work then went and knocked on there door, when Wendy answered it there was a air of awkwardness between them, Ann was first to make the first move, pushing past Wendy before she had tim to slam the door in her face, Wendy acted as Ann expected making out to be the injured party, Ann soon shot Wendy down in flames by saying it was her who was the injured party, seeing her let her husband fuck her in front of her, she called Wendy a two bit whore, that she had been a willing party to what took place, that she had a good mind to tell Tom, this brought wendy down to earth, oh! Please please don't say anything to Tom, Ann had all on keeping a straight face this was easier than she expected.

Walking over to Wendy Ann took wendy into her arms, Wendy stood there sobbing as Ann careressed her back gradually letting her hand make its way to the hem of Wendy's dress, although Wendy could feel Ann's hand on her buttocks she felt powerless to stop her, Ann serched up Wendys dress until she reached the top of Wendy's tights, with deftly quickness Ann had Wendy's tights and panties to her knees in one quick movement, Ann began to massage Wendy's cunt slit which by now was oozing it's ticky lubricant, Ann thrust her fingers into Wendys ttwatasking her how she had enjoyed her husbands cock in her, by now Wendy was having to hang onto the kitchen sink as Ann's fingers brought her to a mighty orgasm, as Ann made to leave she uttered a vailed threat that she looked forward to her posing again on Thursday night.

With Ann's threat embedded in her mind Wendy knew she had to do as Ann had said by the time Thursday night came around Wendy was a bag of nerves, she helped herself to a large Gin before she went next door to Peter's and Ann's, when she noticed Tony's car in there driveway she was going to turn back, Ann had been looking out for her and was already stood in the open doorway, glad you decided to join us said Ann, that for a moment she thought she was going to have a word with Tom, Peter met Wendy with a large Gin and orange which Wendy accepted, it had been laced with a little extra something.

Once the drugged drink started to take effect Wendy was guided upstairs to Peters little den, on the bed she was powerless to stop Tony stripping her bit by bit as Peter captured the action on film, Tony was looking forward to fucking Wendy, his cock was as thick as a pop can but not as long as Peters, Wendy was laid on bed helpless as Tony mounted her, with her legs splayed wide apart Tony serched for her slit, the drug had renewed Wendy defenseless, he rubbed his bloated nob end along Wendy's lubricating cunt until he wedged his bellend between her cunt lips, with one painful thrust he pushed his rampant cock into her. End of (chapter 4)