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Keeping her left hand on his balls, she fingered then grasped the shaft with her right hand. It was warm and felt full, and she pulled on it, feeling it throb and grow in response. For a moment, she considered squeezing his balls, hard, to incapacitate him. Then she realized he was strong enough and positioned to knock her senseless if she tried anything like that.

Greer interrupted, "Come on, Mr. Playback, start your commentary! Make me feel like a stud and her feel like a star!"

Don looked like he wasn't going to submit to this humiliation, no matter what the promised punishment, then finally he started.

"This is what's going on here. Greer, a desperate fugitive, has me and my wife held captive in our mountain home. He's got me tied up, and he's promised to hurt us if we don't go along with his orders. I'm naked and tied up. My wife Sandra is naked and untied, sitting in a chair. Greer's standing in front of her. He made her take off his clothes, and he's got an erection. He just performed cunnilingus on her and now she's supposed to fellate him. How's that?" Don asked Greer.

"Terrible, and you know it. Now, get with it!"

"OK. Greer's got a really big dick, and she's holding it. I can see her nipples, and they're hard. He sat her in a chair and ate her, twice, and she really came hard. I think she's enjoying all of this now, never minding my role in this or its implications for us. Now Greer's stroking her breasts again and rolling the nipples in his hand. Now she's pulling on his dick, and it's getting even harder. She's squeezing his balls with her other hand. When she lets him go, I can see his cock standing up on its own, and it looks like it's about eight inches long. It's curved to his left a little, and it's really thick."

Greer interrupted, "Much better, Donny. How does mine compare to yours anyway?"

"Yours is bigger, we all know that. We're both circumcised, but you don't have much pubic hair, which goes along with the rest of your body. Mine is smaller and I'm generally hairy anyway."

Don continued as Greer did, "Now he's bending over her and he's turned her face up to his. He's kissing her, and it looks like she's kissing him back. Now he's sticking his tongue into her mouth, and now she looks like she's sucking on it. She's still stroking his cock, and he's switching places with her so he's lying back in the recliner with his dick standing up, and she's kneeling between his legs, looking at his dick."

Greer cut in again, "Don, you may have a future in sports casting. Now, tell her what you're thinking – how come you're all hard yourself, anyway?"

"I don't know – I really don't. Maybe it's because this is like an X-rated movie, maybe it's because it's dangerous. Maybe I've always wanted to see her fuck someone else. Maybe I'm finding out that being in the presence of an asshole turns me on. Maybe you should know that I think you're an asshole, and if you hurt her I'll hunt you down for it. But if it's just that she fucks you, maybe I'll relish it on some weird level. If you've fucked up our sex life by this, I'll even the score, somehow."

"Well, you've at least got the weird right, bucko. Now let's check something out." Reaching behind her, Greer spread her ass cheeks and massaged them, then he stroked his fingers along her vaginal slit, exploring. "She's really a hot woman, Don. Can you see that she's wet? Very wet!" He slid two fingers into her and she gasped, burying her head next to his thigh, still holding his cock. When he removed the fingers, they glistened, and he tipped her head up again so she could see him lick his fingers. Then he leaned over and kissed her again. She seemed to be in full cooperation now, and greedily kissed him back.

"Yes, she's very hot," Don continued, unprompted. "He's put his fingers in her pussy, and she's wet, and he's licked her juices off his fingers then kissed her to share them with her."

Greer added, "And, as I hope you know, she tastes delicious! This is one great cunt, Don. I'm really going to enjoy this blowjob, you know. I'll bet she will, too. You know, there are some women who really get off on sucking cock. Is she one of them, Don?"

"Yeah, she loves sucking my cock, and it always gets her wet, so don't think you're so special, Greer."

"We'll ask her later who's special, Donny," Greer laughed. "Now, back to the play-by-play!"

"OK, Greer's holding her hair back now, and she's licking his shaft. He's moving her head around as she licks, so he's controlling her yet she's the one doing the tonguing. Now he's lowered her head and I think she's licking his balls, but it's hard to see. Now he's pulled her back up and she's just taken the cock head into her mouth. She's really had to open wide since it's that big. I don't know how she's managing it, but I can see that she's tonguing it inside her mouth - I can see her cheeks shadow that. And now, he's moving her head up and down, and she's sucking him on the up strokes. She's sucking him really hard from the looks of it, and his cock is shining with her saliva. He's got his eyes on her, and she's looking back up at him. She really doesn't look like she regrets this at all. I think she's really enjoying this, and I'm sure he is, from the looks of his dick when she lets it slip out."

"Sandra, are you enjoying this like Don thinks?" Greer asked.

Sandra was on a downstroke. She sucked him way in, rolling her tongue around the shaft and especially tonguing the ridge along its underside, then drawing back up and circling the head, digging the tip of her tongue into his urethral opening while she held just the head in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm" she moaned in assent.

Don continued, "He's got her deep throating him now - I didn't know she could do that with something that big. She's taking almost all of it, and he's picking up the pace. Uh huh, he's getting there now, and she's got her hands on him and is jerking him off as she sucks. He's let go of her head and has dropped his hands to squeeze her breasts, and she's still sucking and jerking him, and - there he goes - he's jerking and shooting into her, and she's swallowing, but some is seeping out of her mouth."

At that, Don stopped talking, and Greer stopped jerking, but Sandra kept sucking and licking until he was thoroughly soft, then she slowly stood and walked over to Don, bending down and kissing him full on his mouth, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He opened to her probing, and she shared with him the remains of Greer's ejaculation. Slowly, she parted with his lips and whispered to him, "Darling, I'm sorry about all this, but if we make it really hot for him, our chances of getting out of this are a lot better, don't you think?"

"Is that all that's going on? It's ok, but is it?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm really hot, too - for you and for him. What do I do?"

"Don't worry - I love you and we'll come to grips with all this after it's over. By the way, I've told you that you're beautiful when you're having sex – and you are!"

Vastly relieved and hoping Greer wouldn't stop her, she knelt down and started licking Don with exactly the same strokes and sequence that Greer had directed her to accomplish on him. Don moaned as she licked his balls and tongued his cock head. He could see that when she deep throated him, she easily got all the way to the base of his cock, something she hadn't accomplished with Greer. She looked up to see Don looking at Greer, who was smiling at him, or sneering, Greer's limp dick lying across his relining figure, still large in its relaxed state, and still glistening. Don leaned over and whispered to her, "Oh, damn, that feels great – you are such a great cock-sucker, Sandra. Do you like being a slut for me as much as I like your being one? Do you want me to come in your mouth like he did? Do you love sucking me as much as you did him?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," she murmured again, with the same inflection, causing Don's own orgasm to well up and spurt into her mouth. He hadn't lasted as long in her mouth as Greer had, and his orgasm seemed to rage through him moreso than Greer's. As with Greer, she kept suckling Don's retreating prick until he was completely spent and softened. Then sat in his lap, put her arms around him, and tongued the taste of his own come back into his mouth.

"Brava!" Greer applauded. "A virtuosa if ever I met one. Don, you're a very lucky guy. I'm really sorry I have to keep you bound up, but let's all take showers and see what happens next."

With that, he bound Sandra, unbound and directed Don to the bathroom, and soon Sandra heard the shower water running.

Greer stepped out on the porch, still naked himself, taking the shotgun from the corner and a cell phone off a shelf. Standing on the porch where he could see her and the door to the bedroom, he made a series of calls. She couldn't make out any of the conversation. She wished she'd noticed the cell phone - maybe there would have been a chance during all this...

Reentering the cabin, Greer walked to her. She watched his cock, softened but large enough to hang past well past his balls, swing heavily, slapping his thighs alternately. Even though he was just walking, the size of his dick turned it to a swagger, and she understood something of the psychological diminution that guys like Don must have faced when they reached their teenage locker room shower years. No matter how many men's magazine advice columns said men were equal, boys must learn differently in those gym showers. Not seeing the erections wouldn't change the conclusions, and it might even make them more erroneous, she mused. She knew that soft size was no guarantee of hard size, but she also knew that it was a damn good indicator. When you start out with the kind of soft that Greer had, there was no way it was going to do anything else but get bigger – the only question would be how much bigger.

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