Devaro was sharing a tavern wench with his newly married friend Mario. As a soldier, Devaro was the firm-bodied handsome young man that had never had trouble with women. Even the foolish wench he shared with his friend seemed to favor him as he spread her legs wide over the small bed and brought his strong fingers to her openly moist vagina, touching her in circulatory motions until she began to moan, even with her opened mouth firmly over Mario's groin, as Mario held the back of her neck, demanding she suck him harder.
The whore obeyed magnificently, and took in the full force of Mario's ejaculation before he dropped her head back onto the small bed and watched Devaro drop his pants before moving over the naked body of the slender whore.
Mario watched Devaro take full advantage of her breasts, and tease her body before he thrust his entire erection between her legs, along with his fingers that felt for her clit. Mario smiled at the scene as the whore moaned loudly, cumming before Devaro was even finished. What a simple conquest this whore had been, but even Mario understood her pleasure came from his beautiful friend Devaro.
As a newly married man, Mario had been disappointed by his 'boring' wife, and as he watched Devaro make this whore he had only met less than an hour ago scream and moan, he complained of his new wife, who did little more than lay there when he took her at night.
Devaro was sympathetic, but more interested in the wench, who suddenly tried to kiss him, of course he grabbed her wavy red hair and stopped her, pinning her body hard under his as he thrust even harder, causing her to scream once more before he finished.
Mario commented that his own wife never even once looked as if she enjoyed their bedroom activities, and it was then that the red headed whore mentioned a night with a man such as Devaro might cure her of that. They responded by demanding the whore shut her filthy mouth unless she planned to do something more useful with it, but the idea was planted, and suddenly Devaro and Mario were overtaken with the idea of sharing another woman.
His father had forced Mario into marriage, and the fact that his young wife was cold and shy left him resenting her. He wanted to hear her moan like the whores did, and he didn't mind if Devaro was the one to extract such a sound from the young wife's soft lips. As for Devaro, his attraction to his friends wife had grown with the suggestion, he had been to the couple's home many times for supper, and noticed her shyness, and he wondered just how shy she really was, and with Mario's consent, a plan was easily formed.
Lori, Mario's wife often spent afternoons with her own mother before returning home to the small farmhouse, where she would cook a meal for Mario before he returned from working the fields with his brothers, but little did she know Mario had returned early this day, and he hid away in a storage closet near the kitchen as Lori pulled a white apron over her red dress, but as she reached to light the stove she was shocked when someone grabbed her from behind, spinning her around.
Devaro had been waiting, wearing a mask over his eyes to keep her from guessing who he was, and when she screamed he was quick to cover her mouth, pulling her through the kitchen and into the bedroom she shared with her husband. The moment he released her and blocked the door she screamed again, but her resistance seemed delightful, and Devaro chuckled as if to taunt her.
"Quiet!" he ordered.
Lori began to shake as he came towards her, and her fear brought her to her knees near the corner of the bed.
"What do you want?" Lori demanded.
Devaro lifted a piece of rope from his long jacket pocket and her eyes widened at the sight of it. She begged profusely as he came over her, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back while forcing her face down onto the bed.
Lori cried sobbingly as the ropes grew tight around her wrists and she begged him to stop as he turned her onto her back and straddled her over her own bed. Her fears turned to horror when he lifted a sharp knife, and she screamed until he carefully placed the knife against her tongue.
Fearful of his threat Lori closed her mouth and shook in terror as he used the knife to cut open the top half of her dress, revealing her round breasts and thin abdomen. She cried again as he put the knife aside and fondled her breasts. He kissed her chest and suckled her pink nipples, making them firm. The way he touched her made it difficult for her body not to react, although she resisted.
Lori gasped as he lifted her up, just enough to tear her dress away from her torso, and sitting between his legs, restrained and half naked she could not cover herself as his wide eyes peered through the mask and raped her body on their own.
