Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading "the good life", enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our life-style.
Sharon Parker is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet she is dissatisfied with her life, with her husband. In her lust, she seduces her son, and he introduces her to the horror of bondage and degradation. When she is no more use to him, he throws her out. A chance encounter leads her deeper into the world of B & D. Beaten and brutalized, Sharon returns to the home she once knew. She only hopes her family will take her back.
BONDAGE MOTHER is a novel about this woman-a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she cares only for her own selfish desires.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon Parker awoke with an anguished cry. Cold sweat glazed the sweeping curves of her lush figure. Chilling tears streamed down her creamy smooth cheeks. It had been an awful dream!
"Mike," she whispered urgently. "Wake up, please." Her son grunted sleepy sounds of annoyance and turned away from her. "Oh, Mike ... I want you to fuck me! I want to feel your big hot prick!"
Sharon Parker was thirty-seven, a ripe-bodied beauty in the prime of life. But for the last several weeks she'd been haunted by unreasoning fear of growing old.
To still her fears, she had shamelessly seduced her son five days ago. Her husband Cal caught them fucking in his bed like a pair of wantons. That ruined their marriage and broke up their home. In a raging fury, he threw them both out of the house.
But Sharon felt no shame. To feel young and vibrant in the heat of lewd passion was all that mattered to her.
"Please, Mike. Mommie needs you. Fuck your mother and make me cum."
"Jesus Christ," he said peevishly. "I fucked you four times last night. Now it's two in the morning and I need to sleep. I have to be at school by eight."
"I know, dear. But can't we do it one more time? My pussy is so hot and wet with honey, I can hardly stand it."
An anxious hand reached across his back and curled on the rubbery shaft of Mike's long thick cock. She stroked his prick fondly.
"No, Mother! Not now!" His voice rasped and he angrily pushed her hand away. Mike felt weary to the bone, barely able to keep his eyes open. "We'll fuck all you want after school."
"But I can't wait that long," she said in a pout. "I want your hot young prick in me now!"
"And I want to rest! My God, we must have fucked fifty times in the last five days."
Sharon's green eyes fluttered and filled with tears.
"You don't love me," she cried. "You don't think I'm young and pretty and sexy enough for you now."
He sighed wearily and said, "I love you, Mother. I think you're gorgeous and sexy as hell."
"But I'm too old," she moaned. "That's why you won't fuck me."
"No, you've worn me out, that's all." His mother's ceaseless demands had finally taken their toll. "I can't even get my prick up right now."
"Let me suck it. I'll make it hard for you, then you can fuck me." She pulled on his shoulder and tried to turn him toward her.
"Damn it, I said no!" He resisted her straining effort to turn him and lowered his hands to shield his pussy-whipped cock.
She burrowed her hands beneath his and tried to grasp Mike's weakened prick from behind, but he twisted away and tumbled out of bed on the far side.
"You fucking nympho bitch!" he barked. "Can't you tell when a guy's had enough?"
"I can't help it, Mike. Just thinking about your beautiful big cock makes me crazy."
He grinned smugly despite the dull pain of over-exertion. "You know what they do to a crazy person who's lost control?" he asked her sharply.
Sharon shook her head, spattering tears on the sheet and swirling her soft auburn hair. The coppery strands fell to her waist; long, straight and silky smooth. Wearing her hair like a teenager was a part of her obsession.
"They have to put a kook like that in a strait-jacket," Mike said with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. The chance remark had given him a great idea. His black leather jacket was draped over a chair beside the bed.
He grabbed it and lunged at her. Sharon gasped and cowered against the wall.
"Mike?" she cried in a questioning tone, alarmed by his malicious look.
Mike forced her flailing arms into the jacket's long sleeves, putting it on backwards. She twisted and squirmed, chilled by the sleek satin lining. He snarled a fist in her hair and threw his mother face-down on the bed. Sharon gasped a cry of fright when he zipped the jacket up her back.
He yanked her hair again to lift her head up and wrenched her arms across her chest. Then he grabbed a drapery cord and knotted that to the end of one sleeve her arm wasn't long enough to fill.
With a snarling hiss of satisfaction, he pulled the cord tight across her back and knotted it around the other sleeve, straitjacketing her in helpless frustration.
Sharon seethed in restraint, bound with her arms crossed in front, hands pulled tight around her slender waist.
"Let me go!" the woman screamed.
"In the morning," he promised.
She thrashed on the bed and wailed, "Mike, I'm your mother. You can't do this to me!"
"It's the only way to keep your hands off my cock," he said climbing back into bed, breathless from the effort it took to restrain her. It made his heart race, and rushing blood had a swollen his cock fully hard.
Sharon saw that and her look brightened. "Ooooh, Mike ... you do want me!"
His meaty prick was ten inches long and two inches thick, the most awesome and magnificent piece of fuck-flesh she'd ever seen.
Until he saw the look in his mother's hot green eyes and the way her drooling lips curled, Mike wasn't aware of his hard-on. Now his prick throbbed with painful vigor. Coarse blue veins bulged.
She gasped anxiously and strained with arms crossed and bound beneath her, eager to turn on her back.
"Now you can do it," she cried thankfully. "Now you can fuck my hot sweet cunt!"
"Not this time, Mother," Mike said with a twisted grin. "I'm tired of your pussy for now. It's your sleek round ass I want!"
"Nnnooo!" she cried, writhing and twisting to turn on her back. "No one has ever done that to me!"
"That's great, Mom. I've been wondering all this time what a virgin hole feels like." He pressed a hand on her back and kept the frightened woman pinned face-down.
Mike pushed his knees between hers and spread her mother's shapely legs, leering down at the lusciously curved cheeks of her padded ass.
"Your cock is too big for that!" she cried. "You'll kill me! Please, Son ... fuck my cunt instead. That's what I really want!"
"It doesn't matter shit to me what you want. This time your gorgeous ripe ass gets fucked because that's what I want!" He leaned closer and pressed down, parting the soft cleft between her creamy ass-cheeks with the blood-gorged knob of his big cock.
"Oh, my God ... nnnooo!"
"You were begging for my cock just a minute ago," he reminded her, pushing and prodding the dark puckered rim of her shithole.
"Not up my ass," she begged with a shivering moan. "Mike you won't rape your own mother!"
"You stopped being my mother when you seduced me five days ago. You don't run my life anymore. You don't get what you want, you get what I want to give you. And what I want to give right now is enough cock up the ass to make your greedy eyes bulge!"
He pushed in an inch of thick hot prick and chuckled contentedly when that made his mother scream.
Mike bored in another steel-hard inch of hot prick, straining the slender sheath of her wringing tight ass. A brutal ass-fucking would be his revenge. He had started to feel like a shit for having sex with his mother. At first the thrill w of it overwhelmed all sense of guilt, but that ended the moment his father burst in and saw what they were doing.
"You're nothing but a cock-crazy slut to me now," he snarled, shoving in another inch.
Sharon sobbed and squirmed beneath him. The tearing strain in her taut ass made her eyes water.
"I deserve pain for what I've done," she moaned. "Deserting my husband and daughter for the lust of my son-"
"You deserve worse than what you're getting, you worthless whore!" Mike reared back and reamed his mother's tiny ass with ten long inches of thick hot prick. Her shrilling scream rattled the bedroom window of the rundown apartment they'd rented together, the rundown apartment they'd rented together.
The place was old and it stunk like piss. The walls were thin, the rooms drafty and cold. Mike hadn't minded at first. He'd been deaf, dumb and blind with excitement-wild with desire for hot sex with an anxious wet cunt. Now the guilt-stricken teenaged boy missed his comfortable home and the father whose love had turned to hate.
Mike took it all out on his mother, fucking deep into her with hard driving thrusts. Pain swelled inside like a fiery knot. It choked her screams into gurgling moans of despair.
"Dear Lord, please make him stop!" she barely managed to say.
"I don't think He'll be quick to answer the prayers of an incestuous slut," Mike growled in uncaring contempt. He liked the tight slithering friction of his mother's shithole.
His grunts of lewd pleasure mixed with her agonized cries. Sharon shivered and wailed each time he drove in. Then she shuddered and moaned as he pulled back for another punishing thrust.
Her ass-hole felt like a flaming tunnel, a seething tube in tortuous pain.
"No more," she begged with a gush of hot breath forced out by his spearing cock. "I can't stand it!"
"I didn't think you could get enough cock," Mike taunted her with fiendish delight, fucking in with agonizing slowness to make her suffer with each burning inch.
Her eyes glazed and her mind went blank when the pain became unbearable. She sputtered dazed sounds and ceased her frantic writhing, certain she would die if Mike rammed his young prick to the hilt again.
Frayed nerves sparked confusing messages from her tortured mind. Cringing muscles made her ass-cheeks twitch in shock, but the sleek fuck hole they sheltered began to pulse with more relaxing spasms.
Sharon didn't understand it at first, but the snug channel of her shithole quaked expectantly when Mike reared back and caught a breath, poised to deliver another punishing thrust.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "You can't hurt me now. Ram it all in! I like it! I love having your big hot prick so deep in my gut!"
Her lewd ravings caught him unawares. Giving her pain had given him a pleasure, a thrill stronger and sharper than any that came from straight sex.
"Yes!" she cried boldly. "I like it more this way! Ram it into me, Mike. Rape your mother's ass as hard as you like!"
"Your fucking ass-hole is as crazy as your cunt," he said half out of breath from the furious pounding.
"Don't stop! Drill it into me! Make me cum. Ooooh, my God! I'm going to have a great climax ... the best yet!"
Mike wanted to stop and watch her suffer, but the heat in his heavy balls wouldn't let him. That and the way teasing pulses from her eager ass-hole made his cock tremble. He fucked her hard and fast from behind, slapping his hairy loins on her softly padded ass.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sharon cried with increasing delight. She arched to meet each thrust, bucking and whirling her ass around to increase the exquisite torture.
Bridged above her writhing ass, Mike stiffened and let her ass wring his cock with tantalizing waves of motion.
"I think your ass-likes fucking as much as your cunt," he said with a sigh of delight.
"I think my ass-likes it more ... and to think it was cherry until a few minutes ago." Sharon seemed dismayed by not having experienced the pleasure of grinding ass-hole contractions before.
Mike roared and fucked her hard, feeling that his big cock was about to fire.
The resentment he felt before had been forgotten. They were both totally absorbed in lewd pleasure. The thrill of the moment was all that mattered. To hell with what went before, and to hell with what might come after. The raw hot pleasure of sex was all either of them could think of.
His balls heaved and belched a fiery spurt of cum. like shimmering quicksilver, it jetted the length of his cock and shot into her tremulous ass.
Slithering fuck cream glossed his cock and made his prick glide freely. Mike could fuck faster without scalding the hide off his long cock. And fuck faster he did, rasping for breath, driving and spurting jism at the full reach of each thrust.
Sharon quaked and cooed, delighted by the slick heat of his cock and the volcanic intensity of its rapid eruptions. This was the height of lewd pleasure, the wanton delight for which she had given up her home, the sanctity of marriage and even her self-respect.
Her writhing undulations soon milked his balls dry. The short time they'd rested hadn't given Mike time to generate a full load. That was bliss for him. Before he had started fucking his mother, his balls had ached all the time.
Wide awake now, Mike wanted more pleasure from her. He arched back and began to ease his cock out.
"No, not yet," she moaned.
The pulsing heat had surged into her pussy and sparked strange spasms of unfamiliar delight.
"I'm not through with you yet," Mike said with a lewdly warped grin. "You should know by now that just fucking once only half weakens my cock."
"Yes, I know, dear. That's what I like best about it ... besides its huge size. Do you want to fuck my cunt now?" Sharon tried to turn over and then realized she was still bound in the improvised straitjacket. Ecstasy had erased the dread of restraint.
"I don't want your pussy right now," Mike said, sliding off to stand by the edge of the bed. And maybe not ever again, he was thinking. He still felt shame at the thought of fucking the cunt is he came out of. "Right now I want you to suck my cock."
He grabbed the epaulets on the shoulders of his leather jacket and used them as handles to haul his mother upright. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his glossy big cock which was glazed with cum.
"Suck it, bitch," he commanded her. "Swallow it all."
"I will, if you clean it off first," she said. Beneath the glossy sheen of slick cum, Sharon could see darker stains dredged up from the depths of her bowels. Thinking about having that in her mouth made the woman's guts wrench.
"You take it the way I give it to you," he countered sternly. Mike grabbed her silky auburn hair and pulled her head forward. He could feel her gasping breaths on the wet head of his cock.
"Don't be so cruel," she begged softly, wrinkling her lips in disgust. "Wash it off for me, then I'd love to suck your big hot prick."
"You want it clean, then lick it off. It's the stain of mother-fucking that bothers me most. Let's see if your greedy wet mouth can get rid of that too."
Mike yanked her hair and jerked his mother's head forward. She gagged and clenched her teeth, unwilling to swallow his rank-smelling cock, cringing because she was afraid he would force her to do just that.
"You were begging to suck on me a few minutes ago," he reminded her sternly. "Now you're getting what you asked for ... like it or not!"
"Nungh," she groaned, tossing her head.
Sharon wrenched and strained her arms. Crossed and bound in the jacket sleeves, she could hardly move either one. In a short span of time she'd gone from shameless aggressor to helpless sex slave.
It was a shocking turn of events for her. As Mike's mother, Sharon had grown used to a position of dominance-giving him orders and having everything her own way. Now all that had changed in ways that distressed her.
His massive thick cock twitched with delight. A last bead of glistening cum gleamed on the tip.
"Suck that," he told her. "Lick it off!" He yanked her auburn hair to enforce the demand.
Sharon's quivering lips parted and her tongue flicked out. She relished the salt-sweet taste of his dripping cum, but was repulsed by the thought of having to take his rank cock into her mouth.
"There, you see ... that wasn't so bad," he said, maintaining a firm grip on her tangled hair. "Now suck down the rest of it! Eat me, slut! Swallow it all! I want to feel your nibbling lips at the base of my cock!"
Mike humped his back and drove the gleaming shaft into her mouth. She groaned, unable to turn her head or clench her teeth fast enough.
A bitter taste filled her mouth. Her tongue recoiled in disgust, but Mike pushed and she had no choice but to lap unwillingly. An eye-watering stench rose from the part of his long prick throbbing beneath her nose. Tears streaked her cheeks and Sharon Parker gave in with a moan.
Before this, she'd prided herself on being able to swallow the whole length of her son's stiff cock. She knew that was something few timid girls his age would dare attempt. Sharon had wanted to delight him and prove herself more a woman than any of them, never dreaming it might turn out like this.
Fucking her taut ass had made his cock just pliant enough to bend with the curve of her throat. Mike tugged her hair and rammed all his prick in.
Wringing pulses of motion tantalized his long cockshaft. He liked having his prick sucked more than any other form of sex play. Mike especially liked it now that he had control. His mother's first efforts had been too slow and tentative to satisfy him completely.
He drew back just long enough for her to catch a breath, then he fucked the whole of his cock deep into her throat again. Her gagging noises delighted him. She gulped and moaned, eyes blinking in strickened desperation.
"Aaagggh!" she rasped when given the brief chance to breathe again. Her pleading green eyes gaped up at him.
"You made me swallow all your bullshit rules," he said with a sublime look of contentment. "Clean your room, take out the trash. Be home by ten. I know you have a license, but you're too young to drive the family car-"
Her head bobbed and swayed with dizzying speed. His hairy groin jarred her spread lips and sent her mind reeling in a spiral of fear and dismay.
Mike's taunting voice continued to imitate hers. "Do your homework, rake the lawn. Don't put your socks in the laundry basket inside-out."
Sharon gulped and made sounds of regret. Had her son until now only thought of her as a stern task-master? Was that why he found such pleasure in cruel revenge?
The stubbornly clenched tube of her throat relaxed just a little. Sharon resolved in her mind to do better. It was too late to save her marriage. That shattered like a glass dropped on concrete when Cal had come home and found his wife wantonly fucking their teenaged son.
All she could do now was hang on to Mike. She had to please him no matter how cruel his demands. He was all she had left in the world. Sharon started sucking his rank cock with that kind of determination.
"That's a little better," he said roughly. "Yeah, that's pretty good. Lick my hot dick, cunt-face. Swirl your tongue all around. Remember, when I find someone better, I'll drop you like a hot rock!"
"Nungh," she cried teary-eyed. That was Sharon's worst fear. Mike's vengeful rage thrilled her in a way. At least it proved how much he wanted her, how appealing she was to him.
"I want more than your hot sucking lips," he told her. "I want a tender young virgin."
"No, Mike," his captive mother sobbed between thrusts. Saying the word young was like rubbing salt into an open wound.
He went on as though she hadn't spoken, filling her throat with one gagging cock thrust after another. "I want her bound spread-eagled on this very bed. I want her pussy licked and sucked so that it's burning hot when I get home from school."
"I can't do that, Mike. I don't even know a young virgin that would-glunnngh!" He rammed her quaking throat full again.
"You'd better find one if you want to feel my cock anywhere inside you again." He twisted the hairy root of his hot prick against her lips, reaming and jabbing until her eyes bulged in dismay.
Mike didn't really think there was any way she could oblige him. He just wanted to watch her crawl. If she failed, she'd be humble and begging when he got home from school. And if, by some wild chance, she succeeded, that would be better yet. Mike wanted nothing more in this world than to bloody a tender virgin's cunt.
He stiffened with a grunt of raw pleasure and came in his mother's tight throat, gushing cum like a fountainhead. Sharon experienced a climax despite all he'd put her through. She gurgled wet sounds of gulping delight.
Sharon sucked his cock dry, greedily gulping down his cum. Mike's cock was something she had to have. The price no longer mattered.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike was strangely silent at breakfast the next morning. Sharon had fixed his favorite-thick slices of country ham, fluffy scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes and a platter of butter-drenched cinnamon toast. He ate without comment, reading the paper in a mood of quiet contemplation. It made her feel more like a maid than his mother and lover.
"This doesn't change anything," he said, finishing with a smack of his lips. "I still want a tender young virgin. I want her tied to the bed-hot, ready and waiting when I get home from school."
Sharon sighed bleakly. She'd worn her sexiest filmy black negligee, hoping to make him forget his demand of the night before.
"You don't need anyone else," she said pleadingly. "I can more than satisfy you."
He gazed in distraction at her veiled cleavage, the soft hump of her copper-haired pussy mound and the tempting flare of her luscious ass-cheeks. She was woman enough to satisfy any man for a while, but Mike still craved variety. His eyes swept down her long cascade of sunny auburn hair.
"A blonde would be nice for a change," he said with the faintest hint of a smile. "Someone tall and slender, slinky like a cat."
Her green eyes flared with jealousy. She was about to tell him to find his own young cunt if he wanted one so much. Then Sharon saw that he was slipping on the black leather jacket he'd used to restrain her the night before.
"I'll-I'll do the best I can," she promised meekly.
"Find one that's not too willing," Mike said at the door with a lingering backward glance. "There's something very exciting about a struggling cunt."
Sharon felt a rash of mixed emotion when he walked out the door. Having sex in bondage with her son had been the most lewdly thrilling experience of her life. It wasn't something she wanted to share.
At noon the doorbell rang and Sharon was still wearing her long black negligee. She looked deliciously sexy but felt deep in despair. She opened the door just a crack and peered out to see a towering young woman in a somber tweed suit.
Riveting blue eyes looked back from behind thick-lensed, wire-framed glasses.
"Mrs. Parker?" the woman asked in a voice that rang with authority.
"Y-y-yes," Sharon answered with sudden concern. Guilt weighed heavily on her mind.
"I'm Veronica Wilwright, Department of Social Services." She flashed a badge and official I.D. in a menacing black leather case.
Sharon said, "There must be some mistake." She tried to slam the door. "I didn't call for a social worker."
The door wouldn't close. The woman had a thick black shoe wedged in the gap. "I'm not a social worker, I'm a special investigator, and you can't solve your problems by slamming the door."
A long sigh came from Sharon's soft lips as she relented, slowly stepping back to let the austere-looking young blonde enter the room.
"My husband put you up to this?" she guessed.
"Through his attorney, yes. Some very serious charges have been made against you."
"They're all lies," Sharon said hollowly.
"That's what I'm here to find out." Veronica Wilwright was probably in her mid-twenties, but her frumpy tweed suit and severe upswept hair style made her look older. "It has been alleged you have an illicit relationship with your son."
"There's no proof of that."
"But certainly an indication. At noon I find you wearing nothing but a revealing black negligee. Is that how you were dressed when you sent young Mike off to school?"
"Young Mike," she sneered, "is already more a man than most."
"Man enough to resist such obvious temptation?" The young woman's blue eyes roamed over Sharon's lush figure and a knowing grin curled her taut lips.
"My son wants someone younger," she replied with bitter frankness.
"That doesn't really answer my question. Have the two of you ever entered into an incestuous relationship?"
Sharon deeply resented the intrusion upon her already-troubled life. Her temper flared. "Mike has fucked me, if that's what you mean."
"Just as I suspected." Her holier-than-thou-grin curved wider.
"But you'll never be able to prove it," Sharon shot back. "I'll deny everything, and so will he."
"I already have the proof I need, Mrs. Parker." Veronica flashed a chilling smile and fingered what looked like a button on the lapel of her tweed suit. "This is a microphone wired to a miniature tape recorder. A judge hearing our conversation will almost certainly find you unfit. He might even send you to jail."
"You devious bitch! I don't think that's legal!"
"The law gives us great freedom in family matters," Veronica said. Then her cold glaring eyes became more calculating. "Of course, I might be persuaded to erase the tape and file a favorable report."
"If you're thinking about blackmail, forget it. I'm down to my last twenty dollars and there's no more where that came from."
"With my contacts in the community, I could ' help you find a position that would end all your financial worries." Veronica let the offer dangle bait and took a step forward with a new kind of predatory gleam in her blue eyes.
Sharon stepped back in apprehension. "Why the sudden change of heart?" she demanded suspiciously.
"I'm a lesbian, Sharon-not a woman immune to the charms of a luscious ripe body like yours." She came forward again, her long arms reaching out.
"Oh, Jesus!" Sharon lurched back and crashed against the wall. The idea of lesbian sex had always disgusted her.
Veronica grinned contentedly and clamped her hands on the older woman's lush breasts. "I won't mind if you resist me at first. I'm what unsympathetic males are inclined to call a bull dyke. like them, I enjoy sex most when a woman struggles. I have a thick hot clit that will eventually entrance you."
"There's no chance of that," Sharon moaned, twisting and squirming to escape Veronica's tit-squeezing grasp. "For the last five days I've been fucking and sucking a ten-inch prick, and
I just can't get excited about anything smaller than that."
Veronica clamped and kneaded soft tit until Sharon's thick dark nipples bulged. "I have a dildo in my briefcase that's longer and thicker than any cock. I'll strap that on later if you like and fuck your cunt until you can't walk."
Sharon broke from the clutches of claw-like hands and turned away. Veronica grabbed her trailing hair and yanked the woman back.
"God damn it, let me go!" Sharon thrashed and reached back to claw at the hand snarled in her long hair.
Veronica tugged and pulled the woman off balance.
"The bedroom must be down here," she said, starting into the hall.
"Help! Rape! Oh, God ... somebody call the police!"
"The neighbors aren't paying any attention," the blonde said smugly. "I've already checked. They heard it all last night through these paper-thin walls. They know what a slut you are." She laughed wickedly again and threw Sharon forward so that she stumbled and sprawled facedown on the bed.
Before she could recover, Veronica had her briefcase open on the floor bedside her. Sharon heard the clank of cold chain.
"You can't do this to me," she moaned.
"You're a public official, and I know my rights!"
"Try telling that to a judge," the lofty blonde replied coldly. "I can still arrange for your case and your confession to be heard in open court." She locked a steel ratchet jaw tight on Sharon's right wrist and secured the dangling chain to a bedpost above her head.
Veronica then hauled the struggling auburn-haired beauty onto her back and swiftly manacled her flailing left arm. She chained that to the bedpost on the other side.
Sharon's cringing fear of restraint came surging back. With her son and the strait jacket last night there had been the compensating thrill of sexual excitement. With this sinewy, glowing, silver-haired blonde there was only the fear of unthinkable perversion.
Her mind was set to excuse incest, but not homosexual activity of any kind. Sharon reasoned that she had been driven by natural instinct. What could be more normal than love between a mother and son?
Sharon kicked and squirmed in revulsion, but Veronia had little trouble getting the shackles locked on her ankles, her legs spread and chained to posts at the foot of the bed.
She swept out a hand with long, glossy red nails and laid open the front of Sharon's filmy black negligee.
"You're more appealing than I'd dared hope," Veronica said with a smile.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sharon tugged and fought against the binding changes in a frenzy of wasted effort.
"For sheer pleasure, my dear. That's why we humans do most things. You cared more for the pleasure of sex with your son than you did for the tedium of marriage and life in a boringly proper suburban home. You gave up dull respectability for the thrill of forbidden delight. We share that compulsive desire for sexual excitement, it's just that our tastes vary slightly."
Veronica reached down, smiling, and gripped the handle of a braided blacksnake whip coiled ominously in the bottom of her briefcase. Sharon watched in trembling terror as the sleek leather coils unwound beneath Veronica's rising hand.
"This will hurt you no more than a man's cock," the smirling blonde assured her helpless victim. "And the stinging lash will make your flesh tingle in ways that rough male hands never could."
"What the hell do you know about men?" Sharon sobbed. "Have you ever been fucked by ten inches of throbbing hot prick?"
Veronica's patrician nose wrinkled in disgust. "I would never submit to such vile degradation," she said sharply. "I've struggled all my life to rise above men and share the power they're born with between their legs. The role of cringing sex slave is only right for stupid, submissive bitches like you."
Her long arm arched back and the braided lash hissed high above Veronica's upswept hair. With a snarl of seething resentment, her arm snapped forward and down. The whip cracked and came down in a stinging black blur.
Sharon screamed and writhed, wrenching her splayed crotch. The whip struck again, lower down this time. Its biting tip parted the soft lips of her cunt and burned her tender clit.
The whip hissed and lashed down on Sharon's left tit. Pain like a red hot dagger stabbed into her chest. "You gave yourself to your husband in return for the promise of material things. He called you his wife only because that word sounds better than live-in whore."
Stinging black leather slashed down on the rounded peak of Sharon's other tit. The fiery pain burned deep again. Her lush body writhed and jerked, clanking the four chains binding her spread-eagled.
"Your son took the pleasures of your faithless cunt for no price at all! That makes you worse than a whore!" the blonde bitch-goddess roared. "Your husband saw you as a wanton and threw you out. Your son took his fiendish pleasure and now wants someone younger.
Where does that leave you?"
Veronica's lithe arm wielded the lash in a fury of fast-stroking blows. Braid-patterned welts laced Sharon's body and bounding pussy mound. Simmering fuck juices oozed from her anguished cunt, driven by the writhing contractions of pain. The scent of her steaming musk soon rilled the room.
"You poor little bitch," Veronica cooed in mocking sympathy. "You're defiled enough to find pleasure in pain. You would happily fuck the most repulsive man on earth for just a moment's relief.
Sharon shuddered and moaned. "You're more heartless and cruel than any man I've ever known."
"But only to teach you a lesson, my sweet. When you surrender yourself to me, you will experience the deep joy of tender affection. You will fall in love with the pulsing vigor of my thick hot clit."
The strain of flailing the lash had swollen Veronica's clit hard. The clit looked like a blossoming pink bud emerging from her narrow wedge of silvery cunt hair. It sheened and sparkled, the size of a man's thumb knuckle.
Sharon gazed through tear-streaked eyes. In a way it amazed her. Her own clit was hardly larger than a shirt button and rarely did it emerge from a sheltering fold of tender flesh.
Veronica's clit bulged and throbbed with the same surging vigor as a man's cock.
Pained by the web of fiery welts that blazed across her chest, Sharon remained stubbornly strong. Her green eyes focused intently on the best another woman had to offer.
Then she laughed and sneered, "I'd have more fun sucking the withered prick of a ninety-six-year-old man!"
"You slovenly whore! You stinking slut cunt! You still think that only a man's cock can give you pleasure?"
Sharon recoiled, fully expecting another vicious whiplash. Instead, Veronica dropped the whip and climbed up at the foot of the bed.
Sharon smirked through a veil of tears and remained smug having no idea how intense pain weakens the spirit to leave the mind open to suggestion. "When it comes to what I call fucking, what you've got is about nine inches short."
"We'll soon see." Veronica was arched above Sharon on hands and knees, leering down like a cat perched atop a canary cage. Slowly, the lithe blonde lesbian let herself down with a rasping sigh of expectation.
Her hands cupped to fondle Sharon's lush tits, stroking and teasing until her dark nipples bulged. Then her lips swept from one to the other and wetly caressed them.
After the biting tongue of the braided whip, Veronica's soft lips sparked exquisite delight. Her tongue lazed around bulging nipples and stroked each nub that studded the ring around them.
Then her lips closed like a velvet-lined vise. Her tongue swept back and forth with the lightness of a feather.
Sharon sighed and squealed in delight. Veronica's tit sucking was so much more expert than her son's, better even than her husband of almost twenty years.
"I know how to please as well as I know how to torment you," Veronica said. "You're mine now. You'll never ache to feel a man's rough caresses again. Give yourself to me fully and know complete satisfaction without regret for the first time in your life."
Veronica's deep voice was almost hypnotic. Sharon found herself nodding, forgetting the chains that bound her with arms and legs helplessly spread. The commanding blonde kissed one hot-whipped tit and lovingly fondled the other while pressing her midsection down slowly.
Sharon's lush body heaved in response to the touch of hot clit, which felt to her just like the head of a man's cock. She twitched and strained, arching herself high to meet the expected thrust that would fill her simmering cunt.
Instead, she felt swirling pressure on her clit.
Then Veronica pumped her slender hips and jarred Sharon into convulsive spasms of ecstasy.
The lanky blonde's driving and twisting pelvic motions were exquisite. One rippling shock of pleasure rapidly followed another. Contractions worked deep into Sharon's lusty cunt and undulated back up.
"Oh, Sharon ... I knew you'd like it. I'm going to give you the best climax of your life."
The writhing beauty moaned. "If I only had a cock in me now. My wringing cunt would milk it dry in no time."
"Yes, and then you'd be left not fully satisfied. Don't men often cum before you've experienced complete release?"
"Sometimes," Sharon had to admit. Her husband Cal especially.
"I can go on and on like this," Veronica said proudly. "I can clit-fuck you to one wild climax after another."
Flailing the whip and now fucking like a mink had loosened strands of Veronica's upswept hair.
Sharon sighed and fucked back, pumping and grinding her soft hips to increase the delightful pressure on her clit. She gazed up at the young woman astride her. Without thick glasses and frumpy clothes, Veronica was simply stunning-a lithe, regal beauty.
"My son would love to fuck you," she said in a voice strained by exertion.
"No man will ever touch me," the lesbian said hotly. "And I'm going to make you quit thinking about those abusive cocks." She writhed and twisted down again on Sharon's tingling cut.
"Ooooh, it is good. I do like the way you make me cum!" Sharon's voice tensed into a scream of lewd pleasure. Her slow-building climax had finally reached its shivering peak.
Veronica would not let the climax end. She kept up the relentless grinding rhythm of her hips until Sharon's lush body was too weak to do more than shiver in weary satisfaction. "Now I'm going to suck your hot sweet cunt and make you cum again."
"No, not yet. I'm not ready. Let me rest."
"I'll never let you rest. I love your soft flowing curves too much. I like the feel of your writhing body beneath mine, and this time you're going to make me cum with you."
"How?"
"By sucking my thick hot clit while I eat your cunt." Veronica swirled around into a crouch astride Sharon's face.
"No, I don't want to do that. I think it's obscene."
"What sexual pleasure isn't obscene in someone's mind?" The statuesque blonde hunched down so the taut, slender lips of her sleek silver-haired cunt were only an inch above Sharon's gaping mouth.
She had never examined a cunt so close up, the intricate folds of skin outside, the soft pink wet lips within. And Veronica's enormous clit, sultry and wet with dripping fuck honey. Beads of gleaming moisture swelled on its indented head and dripped down on Sharon's lips.
"Hungh," Sharon groaned, not liking the taste at first.
Veronica bowed her head and more long silver waves of hair broke free. They glistened and swirled, softly brushing Sharon's lush pussy mound.
"Yyyuuummm," the blonde cooed. "The scent of your cunt is so thrilling. It's gushing steamy damp warmth just for me." She hunched lower and pressed her own yawning silver cunt slit to Sharon's mouth. "Eat me, you lusciously lewd bitch. Suck my cunt and make me cum with you."
"Mungh," Sharon mumbled. The tangy sharp scent of pussy filled her nose. The taste flooded over her tongue. She recoiled in disgust, not wanting such intimate contact with another woman.
"You must learn that women can know pleasure without men," Veronica said. She wagged her tongue into Sharon's recently whipped cunt and curled it under her budding little clit.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" the auburn-haired woman sighed happily.
She tasted more dripping fuck honey then and could only think what a waste it was. Veronica's sleek tight cunt had never felt cock. She tongued the narrow gash and licked her bulging big clit.
"Hhhmmm, good. You're getting the idea," Veronica said. "Suck on my clit. Pull and tease it. Swirl it with your lips. Work your tongue like a soft whip!"
She dropped her head and flowing silver mane, then flailed Sharon's wet cunt expertly to show exactly how she wanted it done. Veronica was an expert cunt sucker. Each lapping and sucking motion fired a differently delightful sensation into Sharon's cunt.
Gasping, she tried to imitate Veronica's deft tongue. The silver-blonde moaned and squirmed, pressing her cunt down hard and pumping with her hips to fuck Sharon's mouth with her clit.
Sharon took the mini-thrusts because her own senses were soaring. She sealed her lips on Veronica's clit, sucked to swell it even more, then circled her tongue all around its pulsing tip.
Sharon tried to pretend it was a tiny cock she had in her mouth. The woman's throat ached for the filling strain of male strength. Veronica's fucking and sucking motions were all right for a warm up, but Sharon knew that she would never be completely satisfied without a big hot prick.
Half dazed with delight, Sharon strained to think. Veronica met nearly all of Mike's requirements. She was blonde and beautifully sleek. And she was a virgin. Perhaps not quite as young and innocent as he would like, but her dread of real fucking would make up for that.
Sharon splayed her legs as wide as she could and screamed, "Fuck me, Veronica! Wiggle your tongue deep in my cunt. Oooooh, yes-that's so much better than any man's cock."
That was all so much bullshit, but Sharon knew she would have to keep the lesbian bitch busy until Mike came home from school. She thought of the painful whipping she had received and wanted to watch Mike punish the dominating cunt.
She grinned lewdly, her face buried in Veronica's crotch. Her tongue danced with delight. Sharon could only think of Mike's big cock ripping into the narrow gash, shredding her tender cherry and pushing deep where no tongue could possibly reach.
Veronica felt the excited strokes of Sharon's tongue. She purred feline sounds of delight. The woman had lost her inhibitions. They twined and squirmed together, mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth. Shock waves of eerie delight pulsed from one to the other. They felt and gave lewd pleasure at the same time.
Veronica rasped with excitement. Sharon's cunt hunger had become voracious. The lesbian blonde had no idea that a lust for vengeance fired Sharon's lewd passion.
The tall, sleek blonde grinned contentedly and bowed her head down again. Nothing satisfied her spiteful hate for the male sex like winning over a beautiful woman. Both Sharon's lecherous son and husband would be shocked senseless when they learned Sharon had taken up with another woman. A woman no man could touch.
"You can move in with me," Veronica said. "I have a marvelous apartment, much nicer than this. We'll make love all the time."
Sharon was about to agree-anything to keep the bitch on the string until Mike arrived to show her what real sex is all about. But then she thought better. Veronica would expect some reluctance.
"What about my son?" she asked. "I can't just leave him."
"Let him go home to his father."
"After what he's done with me? My husband Cal won't let him in the house."
"They can work that out," Veronica said indifferently. "Two filthy men deserve each other."
"Yyyeeesss," Sharon purred as she went back to sucking silver-fleeced cunt. She was thinking, I can't wait until one of them gives you what you deserve! Mike would be home from school in about two hours.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike had a rotten day at school. He hadn't completed a homework assignment all week, so he caught hell from his teachers. He told them it was because his parents split up and he had to move.
That started his friends asking about the breakup of a seemingly happy marriage. Mike could only say that his parents really weren't getting along. It made him nervous because his young sister Jolene went to the same school, and he was deathly afraid she might spill the real story.
Jolene wasn't famous for knowing when to keep her mouth shut. If she ever learned the truth from their father, the story would spread around school faster than an outbreak of the flu. Mike just couldn't face it if everyone knew he'd been fucking his mother.
He started getting horny again after school. Mike had to stay late and explain to cranky old Miss Henderson why he fell asleep during her dull lecture on proper use of the semi-colon.
If she wasn't a scrawny hag with a face like a scarecrow, Mike would have been tempted to fuck her. If she'd kept him another five minutes, he might have anyway. His cock was getting that hot. While she rattled on to make sure he understood punctuation, he was thinking it might not be so bad if he turned her face-down across the desk and fucked her ass. That way he wouldn't have to look at her.
Mike had really gotten off fucking his mother's ass the night before. He loved the tight wringing contractions of her hot shit hole. And he liked it best because she'd never been fucked that way before.
The more he thought about ass-fucking, the bigger and hotter his prick got. Miss Henderson let him go just in time and never know how close she'd come to an ass reaming that would have made her eyes bulge.
His cock was a long, hot throbbing piece of flesh with a mind of its own by the time Mike had walked three blocks home to the rundown apartment he now shared with his sexy mother.
With each step he took, Mike wondered if she would come through and have a timid young virgin waiting for him. It was a long shot, he knew. Where the hell would she find one? Still, there was a chance. Sharon was so desperate to please him. At the very least he would get to fuck her luscious hot ass again.
Mike's look brightened when he walked into the living room and heard a soft moaning female voice down the hall. It wasn't his mother. The sound was deeper and more breathy, sexy as hell. A grin curled his lips and he started taking off his clothes.
He heard a clanking sound along with the moans of two women really getting it on.
"Eat me, Sharon! Suck my sweet cunt! Ooooh, yes! You do it so well!"
Sharon Parker smiled. She'd been watching the clock between lapping gulps, licking and sucking like a fiend to keep Veronica with her until Mike got home. She worried when he was later than usual, but felt a surge of relief when she heard the front door open and close.
"Ooooh, Veronica," she cooed loud enough for him to hear plainly in the next room. "Your cunt is so sleek and wonderful! It's hard for me to believe that you've never been fucked. Your snug pussy is the kind to make a strong man drool."
Mike's lips curved into an ear-tickling grin when he heard that.
And then he figured out the metallic clanking sounds mixed with their breathy moans. Chains. He'd asked to have a virgin in bondage and somehow Sharon had obliged him. Mike wondered how best to reward her for all she'd done.
He walked into the room naked, his long thick cock wagging a full ten inches in front. Mike first noticed the bobbing swirl of silver hair spread all over her mother's pussy mound. The two women were too frantically sucking each other's cunt to even notice that he'd entered the room.
The air was thick with the tangy scent of prime cunt. One deep breath was enough to send his hardened cock into a throbbing frenzy. The silver-blonde woman his mother called Veronica was tall and sleek, just like he wanted. Not real young, but young enough.
Then he noticed that it wasn't Veronica who was chained to the bed. She was on top and feasting on cunt like a ravenous jungle cat. It was his mother in bondage beneath her. Mike thought, what the hell. It might be better that way.
He loudly cleared his throat. Veronica looked up and cried, "Jesus Christ!"
Mike's throbbing ten-inch prick was the biggest and most fearsome piece of fuck-flesh she'd ever seen. It was the kind of a cockshaft that lesbian nightmares were made of.
"Get the hell out of here!" Veronica said in a suddenly cold voice. "Neither one of us needs you."
Mike flashed a quizzical look and said, "I need you, baby! Look at what I've got for you."
He gripped his thick hard cockshaft in the curl of his hand.
"I don't want what you've got. Go away!" she hissed in cool contempt.
"I'm not going, sweetheart. I'm cumming. I'm going to fill your virgin cunt whether you like it or not."
"Like hell you will!" Veronica leaped up and off the bed with speed and menacing grace. The towering blonde had the whip in her hand before Mike had taken a full step her way. "I'll whip your big hot prick until there's nothing left but a bloody stump!"
Mike stood dazed and the long lash flew back. Veronica might have hurt him badly, but the tapered end of the whip fell into his mother's manacled right hand. She clamped hard and held it with all her might.
Veronica's long arm snaked forward in a deadly arc. Stopped suddenly by unexpected resistance, the blonde stumbled back off balance.
"Grab her, Mike! I'm sorry, but I couldn't get her tied the way you wanted."
"Don't worry, Mom. You've done just fine." He lunged and grabbed Veronica's arm, twisting the whip handle from her strong hand.
"Let go of me, beast!" She scratched like a cat and tried to claw his eyes out.
Mike had never seen a woman in such fury. The thrill of it made his heart race. They were about equal in height, but he outweighed her by at least sixty pounds. Without the whip or some other weapon, she wouldn't have much chance against him.
Veronica knew that. She scooped her giant dildo from the open briefcase on the floor. Mike thought it was a club at first. The thing was twenty inches long and thick enough to split a man's skull. Only when she raised it for a vicious blow did he see that he was molded to look like an enormous cock.
It wasn't his head that she tried to hit. Veronica swung low and dirty, wanting more than anything to cripple his cock. Mike leaped back just in time. The hissing blow missed his vein-webbed prick shaft by only an inch.
He felt the chilling breeze and snarled, "You bitch!"
Mike wasn't the kind who would normally hit a woman, but after her taking a vicious shot at his cock he was willing to make an exception. He jabbed Veronica's jutting chin just hard enough to knock her back across the bed.
Her shimmering silver hair splayed wide enough for Sharon to grab some in each of her manacled hands.
Mike swung the lash and laid a stripe of pain on a slant that ran from the point of her right hip to her left shoulder. Veronica screamed in terror.
Sharon laughed, still clutching two hanks of silver hair.
"What's the matter?" she cooed. "You can dish it out but not take it back?"
Mike's anger still flared. He lashed Veronica on the opposite slant to leave a pair of blazing welts crossed like an X on her bounding belly.
Another wailing cry of anguished split from Veronica's lips. "Help! Rape! Someone call the police!"
Sharon laughed maliciously. "Remember what you told me? The neighbors don't pay attention. They all think a slut lives here. They expect to hear screams and moans."
Mike said, "Just the same, I want her to shut up."
He grabbed Veronica's panties from a pile of discarded clothing on the chair. He wadded and stuffed them into her mouth for a gag. Then he bound that in place with her bra, knotting it tightly behind her head.
"Where the hell did you find her?" Mike asked his mother.
"I didn't. She found me. She's some kind of snoop the county sent around."
"Oh, shit ... that's all we need."
"She's a lesbian more interested in sex than her official duties," Sharon added.
Veronica flailed her arms in choking despair and tried to tear the gag out of her mouth.
Mike forced her wrists into his mother's manacled hands. "Hold her while I find the key to those cuffs she used to chain you."
"It's there in the briefcase."
"Yeah, how nice she came so well equipped." Mike unlocked the steel bands, one by one, and chained the thrashing silver-blonde in his mother's place.
Sharon slipped out from underneath Veronica with a thankful gasp. "I've been sucking and tongue-fucking her cunt all afternoon to keep her here until you got home."
"She must be really hot for the real thing now," Mike said with a leering grin.
Veronica's blue eyes flared wide and glazed in distress. She had bound and whipped at least fifty submissive women in her various lesbian adventures, but this was the first time she'd ever been on the receiving end.
Her blood ran cold as ice water. Her pussy seethed in shivering fear. Veronica's whole lithe body trembled in dreaded apprehension whenever she dared look at the glowering young man's mighty cock.
"So you're an official snoop," Mike said with a chilling sneer. "That's nice, because you're about to learn more about us than you want to know."
Mike saw the reddened welts crisscrossing his mother's lush body and felt another cock-swelling surge of wrath. He didn't like the idea of anyone touching a luscious ripe body that belonged to him. Especially not a lesbian.
He reared back and lashed Veronica across her tits. The sharp-peaked cones filled with fiery hot pain. Her small pink nipples bulged and sparked with blazing afterschocks. A throttled scream of horror filtered through the tightly bound gag of panties and bra.
"Maybe you'd like me to take that out of your mouth?" he asked.
Veronica's chest heaved wildly from the pain and the difficulty she had breathing. She frantically nodded her head.
"And maybe you'd like me to stick this in its place?" Mike stroked his cock again, holding its hot length only inches above her head.
Veronica shuddered and clamped her eyes shut, fearfully shaking her head.
"Then I guess we'll have to start by fucking your ass. I'm going to save your virgin cunt until last. like dessert."
Her tortured jaw straining and crazed tongue thrusting finally forced the wadded panty gag out.
"No, please!" she cried in a slightly muffled voice. "I don't like men. I don't want one to even touch me."
"Then I'll have my mother fuck your ass with this!"
Mike grabbed the huge dildo from Veronica's cuffed right hand. He grinned in lewd contemplation and examined the replica monster cock more closely.
"Aaaggh!" he yelped after a moment of experimentation. "The tip is wired like a cattle prod. When you push this button at the other end, it delivers one hell of a jolt!"
Sharon said, "Please, Mike, let me try it. I'd love to shock tht big hot clit she's so proud of."
"Sure, why not. Buzz her nipples too. I like watching the bitch squirm."
Veronica cringed and felt even sharper pangs of dread. She had simply avoided men all her life. She was used to dominating softer women and having them in her complete control.
Sharon pressed the knobbed head of the big artificial cock on the bulbous clit she'd been sucking all afternoon and touched the button.
Veronica's lithe body convulsed as the searing shock raced up her spine. She blasted the gag right out of her mouth. "No, please! Oh, God ... don't let her touch me with that awful thing again!"
"I'll tell her to stop when you're ready to suck my cock. All of it. Every inch. Just say the word when you want me to fuck your pretty face."
Sharon's green eyes came alight with a fiendish gleam. She'd been shocked and strickened when Mike first said that he wanted a young woman. Now she was glad he had.
She pressed the sparking head of the artificial cock to Veronica's firm right nipple and touched the button again.
Veronica bucked and clanked the metal chains that bound her spread-eagled on the bed. She hated and feared them both now. One was as bad as the other.
"Sting her other tit. I like the way it almost makes her nipple glow."
Sharon sparked another jarring shock that seemed to set the woman's tit on fire.
"Don't forget the rim of her little shithole," Mike coached.
"Nnnooo! Not my ass. It's so tender!"
"Does that mean you're ready to suck my cock?" Mike asked with a perverse grin.
"Never! Not of my own free will. You can rape me if you want. I can't stop that, but I'll never consent!"
"You're going to do more than consent," Mike said confidently. "You're going to beg for my cock to fill your throat."
"Not ever," she snarled. "I don't care how much you hurt me."
Sharon pushed the sparking dildo a good four inches into Veronica's ass. The blonde yelped and squirmed, spattering tears of shame and loathing all over the head of the bed.
Then Sharon fingered the button to trigger a shock. She pressed it down and held it, slowly inching the dildo back out. Veronica's eyes became wide and glassy while the rest of her body convulsed in a shivering fit of electrical torment.
"Now maybe the idea of sucking prick doesn't seem so bad?" Mike prompted her.
"Bastard!" She spat at him and missed. Her quaking lips had lost control.
"Give her another blast up the ass," Mike said to his mother. Then he began to wonder just how far she'd go. "Shove the whole thing in this time. That big plastic cock should reach far enough to tickle the back of her tongue."
For the first time Sharon showed some reservation. "Oh, Mike, it's too big. If I ram it all in, it'll tear something inside."
"Just start it in nice and slow, then shock the shit out of her. She'll tell us when she's had enough. She'll beg for my cock when she can't take any more."
Veronica tensed, her teeth tightly clenched, vowing that she'd would die before begging for any man's cock. She jerked in writhing spasms three times without weakening. By then it felt like her ass was being torn apart.
The next fiery jolt did it. The shocking current struck tender nerves deep in her bowels and radiated out in all directions. She became rigid when the current flowed, then she fell weak and lay gasping.
"All right, enough. I'll take your cock now."
"Not just take it ... beg for it."
"I want your cock. Anything would be better than-"
"No excuses. You beg and plead and pray to God that I still want you."
Sharon felt some sympathy for Veronica, but she pressed the button and triggered another shock, wincing a little when the blonde writhed so violently.
"I want your cock now!" the anguished captive screamed. "I want you to fill my throat! I want you to fuck my face. Do it now, please ... oh, please. I can't wait. I want to feel your hot meat and swallow your scalding cum!"
Mike just gave her a cool grin. "It's about time."
He climbed up on the bed and sat astride her, pressing on Veronica's firm sharp tits with the cheeks of his ass.
Mike bent down and pulled away the knotted bra. Then he ran his fingers through her long silver hair while she gazed in abject horror at the length and thickness of his cock. A glistening drop of pre-cum gleamed on the tip.
"Lick that off," he commanded her.
Veronica would have more willingly swallowed a deadly poison, but her ass was still cringing so she stuck her tongue out and swiped the bitter drop. She found the bitter-sweet taste thoroughly repulsive.
"There's another drop waiting," Mike said.
His balls ached with a heavy load. The hours he had spent at school had given him time to completely recharge.
Veronica winced, but she licked that one too. Just two slimy little drops made her want to gag. She dreaded to think of the taste of his cum in her throat and mouth as he surely would.
"Now kiss the head of my hot prick. Wet the knob with your tongue."
Sharon watched anxiously, hunched on her knees by the side of the bed to get a good view. "She's got a great tongue, Mike. Make her show you all her clever little tricks."
"Yeah, and you keep watching. You might learn something."
Strickened by the length of his throbbing cockshaft, Veronica hatched a desperate scheme. There was only one way she knew to keep from gagging and choking on the full ten inches of thick hot prick. That was to excite him so that he'd cum before getting his cock all the way in.
With that in mind, she licked and sucked with every teasing lip and tongue motion she knew. She did it with her eyes tightly shut, trying to pretend his prick was only a glorious big clit she'd been forced to take in her mouth.
That illusion didn't last long. His cock was rank with the taste and smell of salty male sweat. Her tongue ripped along the bulging cum pipe underneath.
"For a woman who supposedly hates cock, she really knows how to suck. She's great with her mouth!"
"Better than me?" Sharon asked sadly.
"Yeah, I think so. It'll be a lot better if she can swallow it all and still work her lips and tongue like she is now." He fucked deeper into Veronica's busy mouth with a sigh of delight.
Sharon choked back an envious moan. Tears gleamed in the corners of her green eyes. She didn't like watching now, but she couldn't take her eyes off the silver-blonde's sucking lips. Sharon knew she would have to match or better Veronica's best moves to satisfy her son after this.
"Hot damn! Look at her go!" Mike said with a roar.
Veronica's head bobbed up and down like a basketball being dribbled close to the floor. Her soft lips glided smoothly on the first few inches of his anxious prickshaft, never sucking or stroking with quite the same motion twice.
Veronica seemed to have an endless variety of moves, thrilling combinations that involved her lips, cheeks and tongue in fascinating ways all new to him.
"Better watch real close, Mom. Compared to her, your mouth isn't much better than fucking a knothole in a fence." He said that mainly to torment her, knowing she'd strain to do better the next time. Mike just knew it was going to be great having the two of them in competition to please his cock.
Veronica sucked with the fury that only compulsion can inspire. It wasn't just that she wanted him to cum before he gagged her with cock. She was also resolute in her desire to shame the cruel bitch who'd so painfully shocked her ass. She wasn't only going to suck the boy off, she was going to take him away from Sharon.
Mike could feel the subtle change, the increase of passion. He grunted sounds of lewd pleasure and pumped his hips, fucking his cock until the padded prickhead thumped the soft skin at the back of her mouth.
Fear of his cock's awesome length had faded from her mind. Veronica didn't gag as she had expected to when he fucked into the sleek tube of her throat. She tilted her head instinctively to let him glide down.
"She swallows cock like a bird eating worms," Mike said in a voice breathless with newfound pleasure. "If her cunt is half as good as her mouth, I'll never tire of fucking her!"
Veronica found comfort and encouragement in his flattery even though she knew he was saying those things at least partly to torment his mother. She rocked and swayed her head as he fucked more and more cock into her pliant throat. It wasn't the agony she'd expected. Veronica was starting to like the way he filled and strained her throat.
"I think she's about ready for me to cum," Mike said. "I can feel the suction increasing. You want to swallow a flood of hot jism, don't you?"
Veronica nodded her head as best she could. She was going to cum anu cum hard.
Mike lunged and fucked his thick cock to the hilt. His hairy loins mashed her circled lips, but Veronica kept sucking with fiendish delight. She had long dreaded even the thought of giving in to a man. Now she relished it.
He stiffened and then his body trembled. Mike winced, straining to hold back his fiery load for a few more seconds of delightful agony. That tingling sensation just before letting his cock fire was the best part of sex for him.
Sharon's lush body stiffened too. Her throat felt dry and hot with jealous rage. The silver-haired witch was about to get her throat fucked full of gushing cum and she was obviously enjoying it.
The lewd pair, locked lips to groin on the bed, seemed hardly aware that Sharon was in her room. That added to Sharon's anxiety. Then she saw the electrified dildo still wedged halfway up Veronica's ass. She decided to give her arch rival the biggest shock yet.
Sharon pressed the button hard and held it down, not stopping to think the current would flow through Veronica into her son as well. They both convulsed at the same instant Mike's cock fired, and both thought the shocking tremors were from their mutual orgasm.
"God, what a climax!" Mike groaned. "This cock-sucking silver mink is hotter than a live wire!"
Sharon released the button and shrank back in despair, knowing then that she'd only added to the attraction of the younger woman she so despised.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon was seething with envy, drooling like a rabid dog before Veronica had finished sucking her son's cock dry.
Jism filled Veronica's throat, rising like a quicksilver tide. Sleek and hot, his spunk was frothed by the plunging shaft of Mike's cock. Veronica wasn't thinking about the strange taste or the chains that bound her helpless on the bed. She only wanted to shame and humiliate the ass-shocking bitch who watched her every move with glaring eyes filled with a jealous glow.
Veronica shuddered despite her steel determination. She was used to oral sex, a real master of the art. Being made to satisfy a hugely hung male wasn't too great a change. But when she thought about him breaking her cherry, her chilling fear of men came flashing back.
Sharon said, "First let me suck your cock, Mike. Mother would love to lick it clean and taste your cum."
"Later," he said coldly. "When I've reamed her ass and bloodied my dick in virgin cunt, then you can suck it if you want."
"Not, Mike. I want it now. Watching you with her has made me so hot. Let me show you that I can suck better than any lesbian. I really want your cock! She's just pretending."
"Maybe, but she pretends real good!" Mike grinned and eased his partly weakened prick from Veronica's clinging lips. He slid off of her and stood beside the bed.
Sharon grabbed the dildo sticking out of Veronica's shapely ass and pressed the button to give her a viciously long shock. Stinging current made the lithe beauty writhe and shrill a gurgling wet cry of anguish.
"Enough!" Mike said, slapping his mother's hand off the sparking dildo. "Any more will make her ass-hole weak. I want it snug and sleek and strong."
He pulled the big artificial cock from Veronica's ass and handed it to his mother.
"If you're so anxious to suck something, try this."
"No, Mike-not after it's been in that bitch's ass-hole."
"Then sit on it while you watch me fuck her little ass." A position of power over two women delighted him. "First I want to rearrange these chains."
He unlocked the ends of her leg chains from the posts at the foot of the bed.
Veronica watched apprehensively, licking spilled cum from her lips. "Wh-what are you going to do, Mike?"
"I'm going to chain your legs up over your head." He pulled and bound the dangling chain ends around the posts at the head of the bed. That bent the lithe blonde like a U with her legs spread wide and securely bound. It exposed her ass-hole and raised the taut cheeks of her shapely ass about three inches off the bed.
The metal cuffs chafed Veronica's slender ankles and the strain of being bent double made her leg and back muscles ache. She fought the pain with determination, but tears filled her blue eyes.
Mike climbed up on the foot of the bed. Between her chained legs, she could see the awesome length of his cock. "It's well greased for ass-fucking," he said.
"You aren't really going to do that, are you? I thought it was my cherry you wanted." As much as she dreaded having her tender virgin seal ripped, Veronica hated the thought of ass-fucking even more.
Mike eased forward, aiming his gleaming prickshaft with one hand. He rubbed the head of his cock on her hot clit. "Yeah, I want to wreck your cherry. But I'm saving the best until last. Your ass gets it first, Veronica."
She cringed and gritted her teeth.
"He fucked my ass last night and I loved it," Sharon said. "But then I'm more of a woman than you'll ever be."
"You weren't so damn anxious when I first pushed it in," Mike reminded her. He gave Veronica's big clit another swipe with his cock then aimed lower, at the quivering dark rim of puckered flesh ringing her tiny ass-hole. He pushed and felt the flesh strain.
"Hungh," Veronica groaned. "Oh, God! It's going to kill me!"
Mike's throbbing big cock looked like an instrument of terror. Veronica had raped the asses of a lot of women with her sparking dildo. She remembered their shrill screams and the way their soft bodies had writhed from the shocking strain.
The cock that was inching into her ass pulsed and surged with throbbing vigor more fearsome than an electrical charge. She could feel the hot tremors of rushing blood. Her ass cinched tight and clamped to keep him out.
"I like that," he said. "Squeeze as tight as you can. My glossy slick cock is going in anyway." He pushed and gave her another inch.
"Haaagh! It's like a burning branding iron!"
Sharon watched intently with her jealous green eyes ablaze. "Let me have it, Mike. Fuck my ass, I won't complain."
"But I like hearing her squeal and moan," he said. "If you want something from me, kiss my ass!"
"What?"
"I said, kiss my ass. Get up on the bed behind me and bend down. Rim it with your tongue while I fill the ass of this bitch."
"Oh, no, Mike. I don't want to do that."
"You will if you ever want to feel my cock in you again," he said flatly.
"Mike, that's cruel!"
"Life is cruel. You want my cock, you kiss my ass. Otherwise I'll give it all to Veronica."
The tall silver-blonde was too shocked to respond. She had about half of Mike's hot length in her ass and already the tears were falling in a pouring rain.
"If you give my ass a real good tongue licking, I'll cum quicker," Mike said. "And the sooner I get through with Veronica, the sooner I'll get back to you."
"You'll fuck me again if I do what you want?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll fuck you while my cock is still red with her cherry stain. You'll feel just like a young virgin again."
"Ooooh," Sharon sighed ecstatically. She climbed up on the foot of the bed and bowed down so that long waves of auburn hair swept across the hard-muscled cheeks of her son's manly ass.
She parted the taut ass-cheeks with her hands and bent lower to kiss the dark rim. Mike bolted and lunged forward, shocked by the eerie tingle of moist lips touching his ass.
Veronica gasped and shuddered when Mike's lunge rammed more cock into the delicate channel of her ass. The slithering walls heaved and writhed around the fleshy intruder, delighting him with shock waves of strength.
"Your ass is tight and hot enough to fuck all night," he told her.
The chained silver-blonde was near the point of sobbing. "Is it tighter and hotter than your mother's?"
"Yeah, I like it a lot better. Unless she kissed and tongue-fucks my ass real good, I'll never bother with her again."
"Oh, Mike! Don't say that. I love your big cock. I can't live without it!"
"Then bow your head and let me feel your tongue as far in as it will reach. French kiss my ass, woman. Show me how much you want my cock."
Sharon gulped, choking back waves of resentment. She wondered when Mike's sexual cruelty would end. Or if it ever would. He seemed to delight in her degradation.
He reached his hands under Veronica's upraised legs and fingered the sharp cones of her firm tits. The small, shell-pink nipples were still tense and hot from the sting of the whip. He curled his thumbs around them and heard Veronica sigh.
"I haven't felt your tongue yet, Mother,"
Mike said. "I'm getting bored with you."
Sharon whimpered and wiggled her tongue around the rim of his shithole, hating herself for what she had to do. The taste was bitter and sharp. It stung her quivering lips and made her tongue recoil in disgust.
Mike said, "That isn't enough. I want to feel it inside." The power he had over two gorgeous women made his cock throb as it never had before.
"Ooooh, Mike. I've never felt anything like your big cock before. It feels wonderful in my ass. The heat and strength of it is making me crazy!"
"You hear that, Mom? Veronica wants my cock as much as you do. She'd kiss my ass if I asked her to."
"Yes, Mike. Oh, my God! I'd do anything for you." It pained the stern-willed lesbian to admit that, but what she said was true. His throbbing cock filled her ass with sensations she had never known. She lay dazzled, warmed by the strength of his hands on her tits and shocked into delight by the fiery heat of his cock.
Teaching a former lesbian to want cock was the most thrilling thing he'd ever done. Once he claimed her treasured cherry, the blonde bitch would be his. He wouldn't need his mother for sexual pleasure. He could satisfy himself without shame and brag about his new conquest all over school.
Sharon grudgingly kissed his ass and wiggled her tongue into the rank-tasting ass-hole. Mike grasped ecstatically and fucked his cock to the root in Veronica's ass. She sobbed and wailed beneath him, arching her back and kicking her chained legs.
"You got it all now, baby. Your ass isn't cherry anymore. It belongs to me now."
"Yyyyeeeesss!" she hissed in a tightly strained voice. "I'll be a slave to your big cock forever."
"Don't let her take my place, Mike. You can have us both. Two eager women, what more could a young man want?"
"Someone really young," Mike said. "Someone sweet and hot and still in her teens."
"I'll find a girl like that for you, Mike. Just give me time," his mother pleaded desperately.
"I already have one for you," Veronica said. "She's young and still a virgin, a beautiful young lesbian like I used to be. I'll make her hot for you and chain her to the big round bed in my apartment."
Mike grinned and fucked in and out of Veronica's ass, smug grin curling his lips. "What's this teeny pussy licker look like?" he asked Veronica in a tone of breathy anticipation.
"She has silky black hair, soft as mink. Milky skin and luscious young tits even bigger than your mother's. You can teach her to love cock just like you've taught me."
Mike's eyes half closed as he tried to imagine fucking the young raven-haired doll. He fucked hard, deep and fast, ravaging the now-compliant blonde's ass. The thought of young cunt really made his prick hot.
Sharon pushed from behind, teasing and stroking the tunnel of his ass as far in as her tongue would reach, her hands slid between his legs to cradle his dangling balls. She fondled them with deft, loving finger-strokes.
Veronica's ass was wringing his cock. His mother was deeply tongue lashing his ass and kneading his heavy balls to heighten the rush of hot cum. One creamy shot of scalding jism jetted deep and then another.
It was an orgy of lewd delight, a symphony of lewd sensation. Mike was squeezing tit and letting his cock erupt in the sleekest, tightest hole he'd fucked yet. And his mother was lewdly tongue-fucking his ass, milking his balls like the humble sex slave she'd become.
His grinding climax went on for two minutes, so full and hot that he pumped frothing cum to the shivering lips of Veronica's shithole. Silver dribbles ran down her taut cheeks and spotted the sheet beneath her writhing ass.
Mike said, "Now it's time to pop cherry."
His gushing hot prick had fired its last shot and he wanted the thrill of ripping into a reluctant virgin before his cock had a chance to get soft.
He reared back and let the long prickshaft spring up. His mother's tongue was still thrusting and teasing his ass with anxious strokes. Once over the sick feeling of humiliation, Sharon started to like what she was doing.
She thrilled to the way his clenched ass tube squeezed and hugged her tongue. They had French kissed mouth to mouth many times, but this was a thousand times more intimate and exciting. She attacked his ass in a desperate frenzy, driven by the need to remain at least a part of her son's sex life.
There wasn't time for the shuddering silver-blonde to think about it. One moment she was a virgin with that delicate web of flesh still in tact. The next instant it was ripped and tattered, seeping blood and pulsing with pain.
It wasn't quite the lewd thrill Mike had expected. Her pussy cringed in shock. Her cunt milked his prick with shuddering waves of motion, but she didn't have the heat and wringing strength of his mother's cunt. He'd been spoiled by her wanton hunger for cock.
"That young teenaged girl better fuck hotter than this," he sneered. "Your pussy feels like it's paralyzed."
Veronica's eyes were clamped shut, but the tears still leaked out. She'd never experienced such a shock of stabbing hot pain in her whole life. Her precious cherry had been shattered and something snapped in her mind too.
"Virgins and reformed lesbians aren't all they're cracked up to be," his mother said. "It takes a real woman to give a man what he wants. Let me fuck your bloody hot dick, Son. I'll show her how it's supposed to be done."
"I'll do all the teaching from now on," Mike said sternly.
He twisted the hairy root of his cock around the lips of Veronica's pussy. That put a wrenching strain on the tattered remains of her ruptured cherry.
Veronica languished in double torment. Not only had her tender virgin's seal been mutilated, but she'd failed so far to outdo Sharon in lust.
She steeled her mind against the cunt-ripping pain and began to sway her hips. The chains binding her ankles to the head posts of the bed clanked rhythmically.
"That's a little better," Mike said. He liked the slithering friction of her sleek cunt now that she'd finally gotten her ass into gear. "Keep it humping, baby, while I fuck you good!"
He pumped in and out of her cunt with long gliding strokes. Peering between his legs from behind, Sharon could see the scarlet smears of cherry stain that ran the length of his cock.
Bulging veins pulsed beneath the wicked sheen.
Sharon felt pangs of envy watching his thick hard cockshaft spear into Veronica's silver fleeced cunt. Mike's powerful thrusting picked up speed. She responded with gasping cries of delight and whirled her loins around in a spiral to increase his pleasure.
It was torture for Mike's mother. She wanted his cock to be in her. She ached with yearning. Sharon had given up her settled and comfortable life for her lust, and now she stood to lose the thrilling object of her obsessive desire.
"Ooooh, Mike ... fuck me! My cunt will please you more than hers ever will!"
"We'll see. She's starting to heat up now." The friction of his fierce fucking spread glowing warmth that Veronica could feel even in her shackled hands and feet.
"Watch me, Son. Not even her giant dildo frightens me." Sharon stood by the head of the bed and began to push it in, rocking her hips in a demented frenzy of self-abuse.
Mike was too busy to pay much attention.
Veronica's dazzled blue eyes had come into focus on his face. A smug grin of contentment curved her lips. "I like your big pussy-ripper now!" she cried. "Let your mother have my lifeless toy."
"Lifeless?" Sharon raged. "When I touch this button, it sparks fire like no man's cock!"
She slammed down the button and took a knee-weakening jolt.
He pressed his weight down between Veronica's back-bent legs and ground the hump of his hairy loins on her distended clit. She had only experienced the gentle stimulation of female lips and tongues on that tender nub. This sensation was more like a heart-stopping electric shock.
Veronica shrilled a high-pitched squeal of glee. Nerves tingled in her fingers and toes. He reared back, fucked down hard and twisted on her swollen clit again.
Sharon inched the artificial cock in deeper and triggered another tooth-rattling shock. Her lush body trembled as the current raced through every nerve.
"See what I can take without even a whimper," she said through gritted teeth.
Mike said, "Yeah, Mom. That's real good. Shock yourself silly with that thing. I'm busy teaching this beautiful blonde bitch how to fuck."
"I already know. I'm the one that taught you!"
"He's a fabulous teacher," Veronica cooed. "I know lots of tender young girls he can give lessons to."
"Yeah?" Mike said with his interest picking up. "How many?"
"Half a dozen at least. Come live with me, Mike. I'll bring you a tender young virgin every day for a week."
"You make it sound real interesting."
Sharon felt her hopes ... her whole life crumbling. She pushed the button and held it down in masochistic dismay. The stabbing shock numbed her mind and made her pussy writhe. It seethed and squirmed into an orgasm of sheer torment.
Mike couldn't hear her chattering cries of anguish. He'd fucked Veronica to her first real pussy climax by then. She was screaming, drowning his mother's tortured wails. Finally Sharon's trembling legs gave out and she collapsed into a chair by the bed.
Her hand was still clamped on the button at the base of the enormous replica cock, but the batteries had been drained almost dead. She felt only a mild tingle like the quivering of a man's cock after he'd cum. That added to her lonely feeling of desperation.
Mike was still thrusting and driving his cock like a demon, making Veronica wail and sob in lewd rapture. In the throes of her first real orgasm, the silver-blonde could hardly believe she'd been thrilled before by the milder spasms of lesbian sex.
His plunging prick erupted in the depths of her sleek pussy hole, gushing cum in fiery spurts.
"Ooooh, Mike! Fuck me harder! You can't hurt me now. Give me all you've got. Flood my pussy with jism. Make me your woman. Make me your slave!"
"What about me?" Sharon cried.
"Maybe dad will take you back," Mike suggested indifferently. "Tell him I've found someone I like better. Kiss his ass and beg to be forgiven."
"She isn't coming with us," Veronica said bluntly. "I won't share you with anyone except sweet young girls we can both enjoy."
Sharon burst into tears. Her son had made it plain that he was leaving her, and she knew her husband wouldn't want her back no matter how she begged and pleaded. Despairing tears streamed down her cheeks.
"My own son!" she raged. "How can you be so heartless and cruel?"
"I had you for a teacher, remember? You taught me that nothing matters except the thrill of the moment. Come on, Veronica, let's get out of this dump and away from her sniveling. I want to meet one of those tender young virgins you told me about."
* * *
Sharon just couldn't stay in the rundown apartment after they'd gone. The grimy walls seemed to be closing in. She hadn't minded the squalor when Mike was with her. Alone, it gave her the chills.
She dressed and took to the streets at twilight, walking, although she had no place to go. The air turned cold and damp, adding to her discomfort.
A week's rent would be due the next morning, and Sharon knew the landlord expected to be paid on time. He had made that quite clear when she rented the place. Her spirits sank lower. Tomorrow she wouldn't even have that awful place to go back to. Sharon was down to her last twenty dollars, and that wasn't nearly enough.
At the next corner Sharon slumped against a lamp post, head in her hands. Before she'd caught a breath and collected her thoughts a snarling female voice hissed behind her.
"Move it, bitch. No overage whore is gonna work my block!"
"I-I'm not a hooker," Sharon said defensively.
The girl who'd spoken from the shadows was still in her teens, but her face was lined and hard beneath layers of heavy makeup. She wore a wet-look plastic miniskirt hardly long enough to cover her pussy mound and a blouse unbuttoned almost to her navel.
"Why else would a woman be walking alone at night in this part of town?" the young whore asked suspiciously.
"It's a long, sad story."
"Too bad, but I don't want to hear it. Get your ass clear of fa this block."
Sharon sighed and moved on in deepening despair. She stood on the corner and wondered if it mattered which way she turned. That decision was suddenly made for her. A lean dark shape rushed out of a darkened doorway.
A wiry kid grabbed her purse and took off running. The collision propelled Sharon forward and into the street. She fell screaming. The signal light had just changed and cars were bearing down.
She shuddered on the cold damp pavement, expecting to be crushed beneath the wheels of an on-rushing car. Strangely, it hardly mattered. In her present state of mind, death would have come as relief.
But brakes squealed and a long black car lurched to a stop, a wheel just inches from her outstretched arm. Her head and sheening auburn hair were under the front bumper. Sharon tried to sit up and cut her forehead on the undercarriage.
A man leaped out of the driver's seat, gray-haired and distinguished-looking. But his handsome face was lined with concern. "Are you all right?" he asked in alarm.
Sharon struggled into a sitting position with her back against the bumper. "I-I think so. But that little bastard stole my purse."
"Don't worry about that. It's a wonder you weren't killed." He daubed the small cut on her forehead with a clean white handkerchief. Sharon saw that it was monogrammed with the initials D.C.
"You don't understand," she sobbed. He was expensively dressed and driving a fine car. "He took my last twenty dollars. That's all I have in this world."
"I'll take care of you," he said grandly. "That's the least I can do for a lovely young woman in distress."
He helped Sharon to her feet with a firm hand.
Hearing herself called young was like music to her ears. She melted into his arms more out of gratitude than because her knees were still weak.
The man was in his fifties, she guessed, but still lean and strong. A dashing figure with a heart-warming smile.
"I'm Dexter Chatsworth," he said smoothly.
Sharon stammered and said, "The Dexter Chatsworth? Chatsworth Industries, Chatsworth Hotels, Chatsworth-"
"The same," he assured her. "But we best move. We're blocking traffic. Let me help you into the car."
He settled her in the front passenger seat, real leather upholstery deep and soft. She couldn't help smiling. Dexter Chatsworth was the richest man in town. Maybe the richest in the whole state.
Best of all, he thought of her as young. Her heart leaped as he walked around to the driver's door. A thoughtful smile curved her soft lips which, only moments ago, had been gnarled in despair.
He slid behind the steering wheel and eased the purring luxury car into gear. "You seem to know something about me. Tell me about you."
CHAPTER FIVE
Sharon had to restrain her giddy feelings. She told him a somber and fanciful tale. A cruel husband fond of vicious beatings. That would explain her still-painful welts if, as she hoped, she was able to lure Dexter Chatsworth into bed.
He was eying her lush body with more than casual interest. She said nothing about the innocent daughter she'd left behind or the well-hung son she'd run off with in a fit of wild passion. Sharon belabored the beatings she'd suffered, the chains and stinging electric shocks, all without saying how that came about.
That sparked Dexter Chatsworth's interest even more. Several times he clicked his tongue and muttered sympathetically, "You poor dear." The last time he added, "Such a soft and delectable creature made to endure unthinkable abuse. You probably dread the thought of a man even touching you now."
"Oh, no!" she blurted quickly. "I-I long for a man who's gentle and kind."
Chatsworth smiled. "I'm on my way home. Will you join me for dinner and more of this ... enlightening conversation?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, of course!" Sharon had to strain so as not to seem overly anxious. "I mean, I have no money and no place to stay."
"You'll have things you never dreamed of with me," he said with smiling assurance. "I'm anxious to see what you look like in an elegant long gown, diamonds and furs."
"D-d-diamonds and f-furs?" Sharon Parker had long dreamed of such luxuries, but her husband's salary was never enough to afford them. Not with two kids to raise.
"There are closets full of things I think you'll like," Chatsworth said. "My lovely wife died years ago, but I've never had the heart to dispose of her things. They should fit you perfectly. She was young and ripely curved like you. She even had the same long auburn hair." Then his deep voice became more wistful and sad. "She was also struck down by a speeding car. You can imagine what flashed through my mind when I first saw you stumbling in the headlight glare."
Sharon felt an uneasy lump in her throat. "You must have loved her dearly."
"Yes, I did. And it thrills me to meet someone so much like her."
That uneasy feeling increased. Sharon didn't like the idea of trying to fill another woman's shoes, but she was desperate and decided to play along with Dexter Chatsworth's romantic illusions. She edged closer and rested a hand lightly on his thigh. "You must have been terribly lonely all this time."
He nodded. "There's never been anyone who could take her place. Not until now, that is."
Sharon asked softly, "Was she sexy?"
"Oh, yes," he said with a grin and a sideward glance. "Very sexy. At times it was hard for me to satisfy her desires."
She slid her hand a little higher and said, "I don't think it will be difficult for you to satisfy me."
Sharon could feel the swelling of his half-erect cock. Anxious fingers teased the long prickshaft through the pants of his tailored suit.
"You've found something you like already," he remarked. "Something you might like better diamonds and furs?"
"Ooooh, yes! Much better!" With her breath quickening, Sharon eased down the zipper of his fly and carefully lifted his swelling cockshaft out. She stroked his prick fondly and made purring noises of lewd delight. "I've never seen one so big!"
Dexter Chatsworth grinned contentedly and headed the car into the hills west of town. Traffic thinned. The houses became larger and set farther apart. They passed homes with spacious lawns, tennis courts and swimming pools, but Sharon's rapt attention was focused on his astounding cock, which had to be a foot long.
* * *
Chatsworth's home was larger and more spectacular than any seen along the way. Sharon might have expected that, but the sight of the hilltop estate still dazzled her. She was happily sucking the millionaire's enormous hot prick when he pulled the car to a stop.
He leaned back then and let Sharon's swirling lips work their magic on his long prick. She used some of the intricate moves Veronica had taught her, and she secretly blessed the lewd bitch for having freed her from Mike's cruel and self-indulgent demands.
Chatsworth sighed and moaned in delight. Her head bobbed between his hard-muscled belly and the tilt steering wheel which now he could move a little farther out of the way. He reached under her chest and fondled her luscious big tits.
"Hhhmmm," she purred.
His touch was loving and kind. He teased her nipples hard through the fabric of her blouse and bra, then worked his hands to free her lush creamy tits.
With hands cupped on her naked breasts, he whirled her distended nipples, pumped his hips and came in her mouth.
"Grungh!" he roared, bucking his hips as his huge cock fired. Sharon's lips gripped the root of his mighty prickshaft and felt the fiery spurts of cum shoot deep into her throat.
She fondled and milked his balls, fleshy orbs almost the size of a hen's eggs.
He grunted fiercely and pumped cum into her for a full minute. Sharon's throat pulsed and heaved wildly, swallowing hard to keep up with his gushing flow. Salty-sweet fuck cream kept rising and made her cheeks bulge. Silver dribbles escaped from the corners of her mouth. Frothy cock-whipped fuck cream glossed her chin and upper lip. Just a moment before she thought her lips might burst, the jetting spurts slowed and stopped.
His giant cock quaked softly in the snug hollow of her sleek throat.
"No one has ever sucked my cock better," he said. "Not even my loving wife. She was never able to swallow it all."
Sharon raised her head and licked her lips, downing the last traces of quicksilver cum with a satisfied smile.
"My pussy will please you even more," she promised. "Sucking your beautiful big cock has made me so hot!"
"We'll get to that later," he promised. "A man my age needs a little time to rest between rounds. Come inside, I'll show you to your room."
Chatsworth took her to an elegant suite on the second floor. The main room was huge, at least thirty feet square. There was a marble fireplace with a gas log already aglow and next to that a canopied bed spread and trimmed with white satin and delicate lace.
On the left there was a dressing room and a closet larger than the rundown apartment she'd left in despair. Through the open door, Sharon could see the soft glitter of silk and rich brocade-more beautiful dresses than she'd ever seen in a store. The opposite wall was lined with sleek furs, at least twenty long coats, jackets and stoles in every conceivable color.
"Nothing in this room has been touched since my dear wife departed," Chatsworth said.
He worked the dial on a wall safe in the closet, opened the heavy steel door and displayed a black velvet-lined tray filled with glittering diamonds, rubies and pearls.
Sharon gaped in awe and fondled the sleeve of a silky dark mink. The jewels glittered like stars before her eyes. She was almost too excited to breathe.
"Wear what you like best," he said. "I know you'll look ravishing. Now I must tell the cook to fix a special dinner for two. I'll send the maid for you when it's ready to be served. And after we've dined by candlelight, my darling, you and I will return to your bed chamber. It's been so long!"
She smiled in delighted anticipation and watched him leave the room, no caring that she was playing a role in some kind of twisted fantasy. If Dexter Chatsworth wanted to think of her as his long-lost wife, she was more than willing.
Sharon tried on a dozen different dresses and furs before finding what she thought was just the right combination-a long gown of soft, clinging chiffon, snow-white and virginal looking. She topped that with a flowing straight stole of silky blue fox so long that it almost reached the floor.
Standing before a full-length mirror, Sharon admired the results, idly stroking the rich fur that reminded her of Veronica's long hair.
She then studied gems worth a king's ransom and chuckled. "The poor man, indeed. He has all this and a twelve-inch cock! He has everything I want in this world, and I'll soon have him wrapped around my little finger!"
The maid arrived moments after Sharon had selected a necklace, bracelets and earrings to wear. She was a tall, hawk-faced old woman wearing a somber black uniform that draped her gaunt figure like a shroud. She gawked at Sharon and gasped, "Ooooh, dear!"
Sharon looked back at the most repulsive old biddy she'd ever seen. She felt like a young beauty queen standing beside the woman.
"Is something wrong?" she asked sweetly, stroking the fur with a hand heavily weighted in precious stones.
"No, ma'am, it's just that you look so much like her. His former wife, I mean. I'm sure the master will be quite pleased."
"More than pleased, I hope." She would give anything to be the mistress of this grand house, and that look showed in her cool green eyes.
"The master is waiting for you downstairs," the ugly old maid said without emotion.
Sharon followed her down to the main floor, then down again on a narrow stairway lined with cold gray stone.
"I don't understand. Didn't we just pass the dining room?" she asked.
"I know best what the master wants," she replied snippishly. "I was his faithful servant before you were born."
Sharon vowed then to fire the old bitch as soon as she had the power to do so. Surely Dexter Chatsowrth would indulge his new wife to that small extent.
The stairway curved and descended into a chilling gloom. It looked more like the route to an ancient dungeon than to a room where a wealthy man would want to entertain a special guest.
"Are you sure you're taking me to the right place?" she asked.
"I'm certain," the maid said. "There have been others like you."
"Others like what?"
They had stopped outside a heavy steel door at the base of the stairs. The maid unlocked it and pushed Sharon roughly inside.
She stumbled into total darkness, shrilling a scream of terror that echoed hollowly in what had to be a large room. Behind her, the maid cackled like an old witch as she closed and relocked the door.
"I mean greedy fortune hunters," the maid said in a voice sharp as broken glass.
The maid must have had eyes like a bat. She grabbed Sharon's arms in the dark and wrenched them into a pair of cold steel bands.
Sharon screamed in horror, recalling the manacles Veronica had used to restrain her. These were larger-broad metal bands linked by two feet of heavy chain that weighed her arms down and made it useless to struggle. She shivered as the ice-cold ratchet jaws clicked tightly shut and heard Dexter Chatsworth's deep voice chuckling some distance away. His laughter was cold and steely, hard as the shackles that encircled her wrists.
He struck a match and lit a torch slanting out from the stone wall of the room in an ancient-looking, wrought-iron holder.
Chatsworth stood at the edge of the circle of light, but Sharon could only recognize him by his voice. He was clad from head to toe in a hooded black leather suit so tight that it might have been sprayed on.
There were slits in the hood for his eyes, a narrow oval to expose his lips and an open ring in the crotch that let his cock and balls hang out.
The maid snared the chain between Sharon's wrists with a hook that dangled from the high ceiling above. Then she pulled on something in the gloom. Gear teeth clanked overhead and the hook began to rise.
Sharon's arms were yanked up, her lush body lifted until her toes dangled an inch off the floor.
Chatsworth said, "Thank you, Olga. You've served me well, as always."
The old woman flashed a snaggle-toothed grin and said meekly, "It's my pleasure, master."
By then Chatsworth had lit three more torches, one on each wall of the underground chamber. If it wasn't an authentic medieval dungeon, it was at least a frightening replica of one.
Sharon dangled with arms stretched painfully above her head. She revolved slowly, taking it all in with a frightened gasp. The woman had never seen so many ominous torture devices assembled in one room before.
He strode toward the anguished beauty with an ominous-looking cat-of-nine-tails tucked under his arm. Her long wrap of blue fox had slipped off when Sharon's arms were yanked overhead. The maid Olga grabbed it and scurried away.
Chatsworth glared through the narrow slits in his leather hood.
"I don't believe a word you said in the car," he said bluntly. "Now I want the truth!"
"Most of what I said was true," she moaned, still revolving slowly before him. "My husband did force me from our home."
"Then I assume he must have had an excellent reason. Why else would a man rid himself of such a luscious treasure?"
"I can't tell you the reason. I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.
"You were not much troubled when preening before the mirror in the room upstairs," he said. "That mirror is actually a pice of one-way glass. I was watching you dress from only two feet away, and the room is wired so that I heard every word."
Sharon trembled and cried, "Oh, my God!"
"I gather there was incest between you and your son. Is that why your husband threw you out of the house?" He brandished the nine-tongued lash in a black-gloved hand.
"Yes, that's the reason," she said fitfully. "Now please let me down. My arms are being wrenched out of their sockets."
"You'll know far greater pain before this night is through," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter. "You're a worse slut than even my faithless wife. And she's a cheap whore worse than the one you were talking to just before that kid pushed you in front of my car."
"I thought you loved your wife. I thought she died."
"You weren't telling the truth at first, why should I? I treated that bitch like a princess, and she ran off with my fucking chauffeur. She bragged that his cock was even bigger than mine, and I think you're the same kind of cunt!"
Chatsworth's arm flew back and the cat's nine tongues all hissed. It blurred forward as Sharon's helpless dangling form turned to face him again. The soft white chiffon covering her tits flew in tatters. Nine strands of knotted black leather striped pain across her tender tits.
Her howling scream echoed to fill the room.
"If you'd been honest with me, we'd be dining by candlelight, sipping vintage wine with broiled lobster tail. All the treasures in that room upstairs might have been yours. But since you tried to deceive me--" He broke off with an angry grunt and the lash flew at her again.
Biting tongues of leather ripped more fabric of her sleek gown. Sharon blubbered a pleading cry of torment, so stung by the fiery pain that she lacked strength to scream.
He whipped her again and again in a frenzy of vengeful rage.
Fan-like patterns of blazing welts streaked her shivering skin front and back. Sharon's head tossed with each smarting crack of the lash. Her long hair swirled as she spun faster, propelled by force of the whip. She gasped faintly and her head fell limp.
Chatsworth snapped the fingers of his free hand and said, "Olga, douse her with ice water. We don't want the miserable bitch to pass out."
The scrawny, snaggle-toothed maid rushed forward with a bucket. She hurled the chilling cold water with a fiendish grin.
Sharon's welted body convulsed. She snapped alert, wide eyed in shock. "That's salt water!"
It made the crisscross pattern of blood-red welts burn worse than before. "Pull off her wet panties, Olga. We don't want her to catch cold."
Sharon snarled and used the last of her waning strength to kick at the maid. Olga ducked to the side, then lunged forward and ripped her panties off with one swipe of her claw-like right hand.
"Taste her cunt for me and see if you think it's fit to eat." Sharon's body was hanging limp, racked by numbing pain. But she twitched and jerked when the beady-eyed old bitch parted her legs and buried her crooked teeth in her drenched crotch.
"Yugh!" Olga hacked and spit in disgust. "No, master. She tastes awful! Her pussy is full of stale cum."
Chatsworth grinned behind the oval mouth opening in his leather hood. "Then bring a hose and clean her out," he said. "And do her ass while you're at it. I'm sure her son has fucked that too."
The delighted old maid skittered sideways like a crab, clicking her crooked teeth in anxious anticipation. "Then would you like me to taste her again, master? Just to make sure that she's perfectly clean?"
"Yes, Olga. You can feast on her. It will take a lot to warm an ass and pussy that have been flushed with ice water."
Sharon sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? I sucked your cock in the car and swallowed your cum. I'd have done anything you asked of me."
"You will yet, but not to get my money. After you satisfy Olga's hunger for fresh cunt-"
"Please don't let that old witch touch me!"
"It's better to be an old witch than a greedy young whore!" Olga snapped as she came back dragging a hose. The end was fitted with a gleaming brass nozzle molded to look like Chats worth's huge prick. She twisted the butt end and turned on a stinging sharp spray.
Olga turned the hose on their dangling captive and started her turning like a pinwheel. Sharon got dizzy and felt sick to her stomach. The maid stopped the flesh-biting spray for a moment, just long enough to ram the brass cock-like thing deep into her dripping pussy. Then she twisted the water back on and listened to Sharon's chilling scream.
Jetting cold water filled her sleek cunt with a force no man's cock could match. Sharon's eyes bulged and flooded with tears. Her tender insides strained almost to the bursting point.
Olga yanked the gushing brass nozzle out and leaped back. Sharon's water-filled pussy geysered itself clean. The maid whirled Sharon around while her cunt was still dripping and gave her ass the same treatment.
The wizened maid cackled lewdly, yanked on the brass nozzle and leaped back again. Sharon's strained gut voided itself with explosive force. She swayed, suspended, numbed by the cold, gut-wrenching pain.
Olga said, "Now let's see if you're sweet enough to eat!"
She parted Sharon's dangling legs and lifted to hoist one knee over each of her hunched shoulders.
Sharon winced at the thought of having her cunt even touched by the withered old hag. Olga's tongue lashed and her sharp teeth nipped soft pussy lips voraciously enough to draw traces of blood.
"Yyyuuummm," Olga purred. "She's cold as ice, but she tastes much better. Clean and fresh as a tender young virgin."
"We know she isn't that," Chatsworth said in sneering contempt. "She's a perverted son-fucker and a devious fortune hunter."
Sharon moaned, shamed and sickened by the old woman's wagging tongue. Her strokes were crude and quick, like a thirsty dog lapping at a water pan. Still she was able to make Sharon's clit tingle.
Dexter Chatsowrth watched the well-endowed beauty writhe and squirm with unwanted delight. His awesome cock swelled harder each time he heard her gasp a breathy moan.
Olga's arthritic hands clawed the soft cheeks of Sharon's ass and forced her splayed cunt hard against her lips. She hated the younger woman for having such a lush figure and a deliciously sweet cunt so sleek and fiery with desire ... all things time had taken from her.
Sharon felt herself rising toward a climax despite being repulsed by the gnarled old woman's fiendish hunger. She couldn't look at Olga without thinking of her own old age.
Because of that, Chatsworth's devoted maid was the most fearsome instrument of torture in the entire room.
Chatsworth watched with his huge cock throbbing, feeling quite benevolent for allowing the old woman her lewd pleasure. He owed Olga that much at least. She had been the first woman he had ever fucked as a boy.
"All right, Olga. You can let her down now," he said with a smile.
"Yes, master."
The chain slowly descended until Sharon could stand. She wobbled, unsteady of her feet from the pain of a severe whipping and the ravaging force of the hose. Her body ached inside and out.
"Now," Chatsworth said in a low voice, "I want you to suck Olga's wrinkled old pussy to a climax."
"No!"
"It's that or the lash!" he warned.
"I'd rather be whipped!"
"Have it your own way. Just tell me when you've changed your mind." He faked a sidearm swing of the lash low and she dropped her manacled hands down to protect her cunt.
He brought the hissing cat up and back, striking hard across her cheek. Sharon screamed and he struck her face again on the other side.
"All right! Enough!" she cried.
"Be sure to make Olga think this is something you really want to do."
"I'll try." Sharon's cheeks were both smarting, red with welts and blushing shame. How she wished now that she'd never left home. "Olga, come here, please. Lie down on the bed. Since you gave me such pleasure with your tongue, I want to return the favor. The master has given permission for me to suck your cunt and make you cum."
"How kind of the master," Olga said brightly. "But he must know that I haven't had a climax in more than twenty years."
"You will with me," Sharon said through gritted teeth, knowing Chatsworth would demand it-and that his whip hand remained poised in case she should fail.
CHAPTER SIX
Olga's hairless old cunt looked like a rotting prune. A moldy boot fished out of the sewer would have smelled better. Sharon bit her lip and bowed her head, dreading what she had to do.
Dexter Chatsworth watched the two of them go at it with a twisted grin of sadistic delight. The power that came with great wealth had never been enough for him. He liked compelling a beautiful woman to do things she detested.
It helped make up for the bitchy mother that ruled and almost ruined his young life. And for the faithless slut wife he'd been unable to control. Best of all, unquestioned authority helped keep his massive cock rampant. Though in his mid-fifties, he could still outlast most men half his age.
Olga jerked her scrawny legs up and hooked them behind Sharon's neck, clamping down with all her aged strength to bury the lush beauty's face in her cunt.
Sharon gagged and choked, but she made her tongue work. The taste was more rank and foul than Mike's ass-hole, her position now more degrading. She hated this withered old hag but knew that she had to please her. Only that would delay more painful torment.
She licked and sucked in a desperate stupor, trying not to think what this pair might have in mind next. Her tender skin blazed with stinging welts. Her ass and pussy still writhed from the strain of flooding abuse.
It took half an hour and every clever tongue and lip stroke she'd learned from Veronica to coax the gnarled old hag to a climax. By then her mind was filled with self-loathing.
When Olga's gaunt body finally shivered in long-awaited delight, Sharon purged her mind with a fearsome scream. Each one of her lusty adventures had come to disaster. She felt cursed for the sin of incest and wondered why God wouldn't let her die.
Chatsworth's cock had grown monstrously hard from his watching Sharon's ripe ass while she was bent over the cunt of his faithful servant.
"Chain her legs," he told Olga when she'd recovered enough to climb off the bed.
"No, please," she whispered to the flinty-eyed old maid. "Not after what I just did for you."
"Sorry," Olga replied without pity. "But he's the master. I'm nothing without him. I'd be out on the street worse off than you. At least you have a tempting body some men would pay for. I have only my master to please. That's something haughty young bitches like you must find it hard to learn."
Olga took a larger set of shackles from a rack on the dungeon wall. These were shaped to fit a woman's trim ankles and joined by a stout length of chain.
Sharon shied away from her, pleading with sorrowful eyes.
"A woman can't be content as a humble servant," she said, appealing to whatever was left of the old maid's self-respect.
"Humble?" Olga almost choked on the word. "What makes you think I'm humble? The master has given me a trust fund worth a small fortune. I have more money than you've ever dreamed of-and I will have it for as long as I obey his every command. I vacation three months a year in the world's most exclusive and expensive resorts. I wear the jewels and furs you saw in that room upstairs. Greedy young men flock after me. I've felt more hot prick in the last year than you will in the rest of your life!"
Sharon slumped to the floor moaning, "Oooh, my God! You lied to me about not having an orgasm in twenty years."
"Just to inspire your best effort. And it worked, I might add. Only a young Frenchman I met in Monte Carlo has done better. He thought he was licking and sucking his way to a fortune. He doesn't know yet that I'm a humble servant to Mr. Chatsworth."
Chatsworth said, "You see, Sharon, Olga has learned obedience and has earned its rewards. That is something I've yet to teach you. Suspend her from the ceiling chain with her luscious ass aimed straight at the floor."
Olga hastened to obey, grinning lewdly as she worked. She snagged Sharon's arm and leg chains with the ceiling hook and then worked the controls to raise her a foot off the floor.
"A little higher, Olga." He was stretching out on the floor with his twanging cock poised like a missile ready to be launched. "The old girl sometimes forgets how long a shaft I've got," he said to Sharon who dangled helplessly above him in a bent-double position, her gorgeous ass directly over the steely length of his foot-long prick.
"Now grease my cock, would you please, Olga?"
"My pleasure, master." She rushed and crouched beside him with a tube of lubricant clutched in her gnarled hands. With loving devotion, she slathered his long cockshaft. His prick gleamed in the flickering torchlight. Sharon could see his cock throbbing when she dared to look down.
Olga breathed a sound that was almost sym-phathetic, then she slicked Sharon's quivering shithole with some of the lubricating gel.
"That's all I can do to thank you for a great climax," she said.
Sharon's lips were too tightly clenched for her to reply.
"You'll let that ring of muscle loosen up if you know what's good for you," the old woman said with a smirk. "It's so tight now that I can hardly wiggle my finger in."
"Her ass must learn its own lessons, Olga. Let her down now ... very slowly. I want her to accept the staff of my authority, inch by excruciating inch."
Sharon's arms and legs ached from the strain of being suspended in chains. Her hands and feet, both raised above her head, felt numb. Blood from those extremities settled in her groin, warming her chilled pussy and ass.
The hard shackles chafed her wrists and ankles, cold metal pressing cruelly hard. She could feel the pressure clear to the bone. But worst was the stabbing heat of her leather-clad tormentor's big cock.
It entered her gel-slicked shithole like a hot steel rod, parting the tightly clenched lips of her ass-a round little mouth of dark flesh that would have screamed if it had had a voice.
The head of his cock felt like a door knob heated with a torch. She winced and writhed, but was helpless in her chains, descending slowly despite her desperate upward jerks.
Twisting and thrashing increased the pain and the cutting action of the broad metal bands locked around her wrists and ankles. Her soft white skin was cut and blood ran down her arms and legs-the blood-crossed welts left by the sting of the lash. Pained cries of torment babbled from her mouth. Half the length of his prick was in her ass now, a spearing hot six inches of throbbing male flesh, and still the creaking chain hoist was letting her down.
Trickles of blood reached her auburn-haired crotch. Seeping warmth invaded her pussy slit. Sharon's clit tingled in the sultry dampness of blood. Some blood wet the soft curls that fringed her cunt lips. More slipped down to redden the crack of her ass.
"She looks just like a freshly stuck virgin to me," Chatsworth said with a smirk. He was thrilled by the seething tension of her tight ass.
The swelling strain of his hot prick made her eyes water. Running tears diluted the little streams of blood, and still the cackling old maid kept letting her down on his ass-reaming cock.
His prick felt worse than the jetting brass nozzle that had filled her moments ago. This throbbed with lewd vigor, and she knew that her anguished contractions gave him pleasure. It took an unbearably long time to settle her ass on his cock completely.
Her soft, creamy ass-cheeks, still tender from a recent whipping, brushed his silver tangle of cock hair. She felt some relief then. Part of her weight rested on his loins, not every ounce was straining her manacled arms and legs.
But she felt the full hot length and surging thickness of his monster cock then. His prick sank deeper than anything had before, radiating heat to singe nerves never touched except by the passage of shit.
Her bowels wrenched and heaved with the unfamiliar intrusion. If Chatsworth's cock hadn't been plugging her like a cork, she would have shit whatever was left after the cold enema.
Sharon screamed and moaned alternately, wondering when or if the vicious ass torture would end. That only made the strained channel of her ass undulate with anguished contractions that her brutal master greatly enjoyed.
"The dear wife that you so much resemble would never let me fuck her ass," he said. "Did you let your husband have yours?"
"N-n-no!" she cried. "My son was the first!"
"Just as I thought. You are the same kind of slut!"
"But you put yourself in a position to invite bondage, did you not?"
"I guess so. I went to live with him. I adored his big cock until he drove it up my ass!"
"Once started on the path of sinful pleasure, it's hard for a young man to stop," Chatsworth said without sympathy. "Would you expect a starving man to take one bite of delicious meat and not want the rest?"
"Men act more like starving dogs! Their cocks are all that matter to them."
"Cock is all that matters to some women as well. Fuck-hungry sluts betray trust and shirk responsibility to fuck like wantons!"
Chatsworth had become bored with her anguished contractions. "She's lifeless this way, Olga. Just dangling there like a piece of dead meat. Give her a little spin."
"My pleasure, master." The clucking old hen grabbed Sharon's pained shoulders and started her spinning. The hoist from which she was suspended was on a swivel. It whirled smoothly above her head.
The man's huge cock turned inside her like a screw with stripped threads. Each slow revolution was a fiery, twisting sensation of torture.
"Faster, Olga. Spin her like a top!"
An obedient hand clawed Sharon's left shoulder and pulled to increase the speed of her painful whirling. Bearings in the swivel mechanism just purred, but the woman's scream was a tormented wail. That sound seemed to come in a spiral, bouncing first off one wall and then another as she whirled madly on the cock rooted deep in her dangling ass.
Dizziness turned Sharon's vision to a blur.
The four walls became one that seemed to circle around her, moving faster and faster. Four flickering torches appeared a strip of flame-a ring of hot light.
Chatsworth's thick hot prick turned in her revolving ass like an auger. Sharon had never been screwed this way before--literally screwed. The friction of forced rotation made her ass burn, but her mind was too tangled to put together a scream.
Sharon hoped she would faint from the blood-rushing madness of her lewd spin. She saw a blurred vision from childhood, playing with a toy gyroscope. Spun with a string, it would balance on the head of a nail.
Now she was the plaything, a whirling gyroscope of flesh and blood. And she wasn't balanced on a nail, she'd been skewered on a thick spike of throbbing fuck muscle and made to twirl in an obscene ass-down pirouette.
Another childhood vision flashed through the sickening vertigo. Sharon saw the merry-go-round her father used to take her to ride. Her hand reached out, trying to catch the brass ring.
Now her hands could not reach out. The rings were steel, clamped around her wrists and ankles. Then she saw the bobbing heads of the merry-go-round steeds. Some were horses in fanciful colors, but her favorite mount was the unicorn.
He had a long spiral horn coming out of his forehead. Sharon used to hold that with one hand while reaching out for the ring. Now she couldn't hold it. The bounding horn had been rammed up her ass and the happy calliope music she remembered still played in her mind.
Chatsworth had started pumping his hips, arching up and down to fuck his cock deeper in her luscious ass. Combed with her forced whirling motion, the sensation was sheer delight. He felt two kinds of slithering friction and delighted in both.
Sharon's head bobbed and swayed as she whirled around. She was lifted by each thrust, then quickly sank back-bounding rhythmically up and down just as she had on a merry-go-round steed. In delirium she lost all sense of pain.
Her ass relaxed its grudging tension and smoothly milked his cock. The thrill increased. Sharon had most liked riding the merry-go-round because the saddle horn had tingled her clit before she had known what her clit was.
Now her clit was jounced and jarred by the leather-clad sadist's arching prick thrusts. The smell of leather reminded her of that saddle on the bounding unicorn and the very first orgasm of her young life.
Sharon hadn't known what a clit was then, and she'd been afraid to ask. Her pussy was a forbidden place, not to be touched. An obedient child, she never fondled herself-but she begged to ride the merry-go-round and let the pink unicorn do it for her.
She knew the sensation of an approaching climax well now, and it was getting stronger. Sharon could feel the powerful rippling contractions in both her pussy and ass. She hated to give such pleasure to her tormentor, but the writhing spasms couldn't be stopped.
Her ass and her envious pussy both seethed. Chatsworth grunted joyously. His cock was in a whirling vise of sheer hot delight. He fucked harder up and down, spiking her ass until Sharon gave a shudder and screamed a long, shrill wail.
Convulsions of lewd delight made her whole body tremble. Her chains clanked, but she forgot the pain of being bent double, soft tits jammed between her knees. She even forgot where she was. In the throes of orgasm, it didn't matter.
Olga watched, her drawn lips drooling with envy. Her master's bounding cock came again and again, jetting cum into the woman's ass-so much that it filled her sleek ass-hole and began to drip down.
Without the old hag's constant pushing, the speed of her whirling motion gradually slowed. So did the jetting spurts of Dexter Chatsworth's cock. They both sighed in weary delight when Sharon's spinning body at last came to a stop.
She managed a fretful smile, glancing down at his leather-masked face. "I made it good for you, didn't I?"
The man didn't answer at first. He went on with deep breathing, recharging his oxygen-starved body. At the peak of pleasure, he hadn't been able to breathe.
"You'll like my pussy even better," she said hopefully. "There's no need to restrain me. I want to please you now, and I'm not thinking of your money-just your beautiful big cock. It would thrill me to fuck it."
Chatsworth took a last deep breath and exhaled a snort of doubting laughter. "You're only saying that to save your ass. I don't think you're a truly obedient wench yet."
"I am! I know my place. Let me be your slave! Let me show what a good little girl I can be!"
"My little puppet," he said fondly.
"Yes, just free me from these awful chains."
Chatsworth slid his cock out of her cum-dripping ass and stood up.
"Let her down, Olga. It's time for us to have a puppet show." Then to Sharon he said, with a smile, "The correct word is actually marionette. Puppets are those cheap little things kids put their hands in to work. A marionette is more finely crafted, a work of art made to move by the clever pulling of strings. They were my favorite toys as a child. I did wonderful Punch and Judy shows for my little friends. They all cheered because my figure of Punch had a wooden prick. I could make him tear off Judy's fine clothes and fuck her right there on the stage."
Sharon listened to his demented recollections while Olga freed her from the chains. She leaned on the old woman's shoulder, too dizzy and weak to stand on her own.
"My mother put a stop to that. She was very strict. She sent all my friends home and burned my favorite toys."
"I'm sorry," Sharon said, not that she gave a damn what had happened to him years ago, but because she feared more pent-up rage was surfacing.
"It's all right. My father was more understanding. He found me Olga to play with. We had a lot of punch and Judy shows of our own. You learned to like being bound with cord and made to dance when I pulled the strings."
"Ooooh, yes, master. I loved it! Especially when you played Punch with your big cock." Olga was grinning and leading Sharon to a small raised platform at the far end of the room.
What looked like spidery cobwebs dangled over the stage. Sharon thought nothing of them.
Chains and thick cords were all she feared. Coming closer, she recognized the thin strands as monofilament-like the fishing line her husband Cal used. It could be almost invisibly thin but still tremendously strong. A shiver of apprehension coursed through her veins.
When she was led up onto the stage by Olga's firm hands, she saw that each of the dozen or so dangling threads had a little noose at the end.
Chatsworth said, "Prepare Judy for the show."
The old woman cackled, dropping to her knees with one slender strand in her claw-like hand. She parted Sharon's soft cunt lips and snarled her clit with the tightening noose. It was in place and pulled tight before the dazed woman realized fully what had been done.
"Each of those strings is pulled mechanically when the right note is struck on this organ keyboard," Chatsworth said, seating himself and preparing to play. He struck a deep note and the string jerked, cinching painfully hard around Sharon's clit and pulling until she had to rise on her toes to ease the strain.
Olga worked swiftly while the woman remained in precarious balance. A slender thread cinched around each of the diamond ear rings Sharon had been so thrilled to wear. Her ears were pierced, so there was no way they would come off without tearing the flesh of her ear lobe.
Chatsworth struck the deep note again to keep her teetering on her toes, then two higher tinkling sounds that made her head wag back and forth, yanked up by one ear and then the other.
Olga put two more strings in place. Those biting nooses cinched tight around Sharon's generous nipples. The taut flesh bulged and smarted with pain.
"My Judy is such a clever girl, she can wiggle her ears and her tits at the same time." He laughed and struck a resounding chord on the organ.
Sharon's clit, her nipples and ears were all yanked in a pattern that made her do a crazed little dance on tip-toes with her tits bobbing. Pain knifed through some tender part each time Chatsworth struck a note.
Olga busied herself attaching the rest of the strings. She snared the middle finger of each hand and the little toe of each foot. She stuck another pair on the cheeks of her ass with pieces of wide transparent tape.
Chatsworth watched it all with a lewd grin, idly fingering the keys. He struck notes at random, making Sharon twitch and jerk like someone having a spastic fit. "Bring her the fur stole she was so fond of, Olga. Then take over playing the organ. I must prepare Punch for his role no in our little drama of discipline."
Sharon stood on stage shivering in a web of restraint. Though she could hardly see her bonds this time, she was afraid to move. If she lost her balance, her delicate clit, her tender nipples and the lobes of her ears might all be ripped off.
She sobbed pathetically and wondered what her husband Cal would think if he could see her now. He had often accused her of manipulating him, nagging or using her sexual favors to get what she wanted.
Sharon hardly had time to contemplate her desperate situation when Punch came dancing onto the stage from a darkened side area. She recognized Chatsworth at once even though he wore a clown outfit and a comical mask. His huge throbbing cock twitched in plain sight, and that was all she needed to see.
He wore no strings at all, but affected the jerking movements of a marionette. His cock twitched lewdly.
Olga's bony fingers danced on the keyboard and played a light refrain. It made Sharon's tits and ass quiver invitingly even though she felt only fear. Chatsworth, as Punch, carried a long-handled wooden paddle.
He laughed maniacally. "I've come to stir your soup. You're a bitch too busy and proud to cook my dinner!"
He swung the paddle and smacked her ass so hard that Sharon was almost knocked off her feet.
"You crazy bastard!" she screamed. "Your mother burned your dirty toys, and you'll burn in hell for what you're doing to me!"
"Nag. Nag. Nag!" He swung the paddle and spanked her ass soundly again.
This time Olga struck the deep note that tweaked Sharon's clit at exactly the same moment. She felt a shock of hot pain and a tingle of lewd stimulation simultaneously.
Chatsworth laughed. "The bitch must like having her ass paddled. Look how she prances, practically begging for another blow."
Olga was playing what sounded like a cheap stripper's bawdy theme. Sharon hated playing the fool they'd made of her, but she had no choice. The strings jerked and she had to dance.
The long, silvery fox stole flounced with each strutting step she took. Her strangled clit and nipples felt one fiery tug after another. That increased the fevered swaying of her lush body.
Chatsworth grinned behind his clown's mask but pretended to be unimpressed. He sneered, "Do you call that dancing? If we had an audience, they'd all want their money back! I'll have to help you get your act together."
He gave her another ringing swat across the ass. Instead of narrow welts, the paddle left a board red blotch. The pain was more dispersed, but it came with staggering force. Sharon was thrust forward by each blow, only to be yanked back by the tug of her tit and clit cords.
She snarled in a bitter rage, not thinking that what she said was only-likely to make things worse. "I wish you still had that puppet with a wooden prick. I'd rather fuck him! You're not my master! You're nothing but a crazy clown!"
Chatsworth brought the paddle back again. "That's what you think of all men, isn't it? You think of them as clowns put here only to amuse you. When you tire of one, you run to another."
"N-n-no!" Her mournful wail came top late. The broad paddle was already moving in a swift arc. Sharon felt the chilling rush of air, then the blistering hard smack of seasoned oak.
Sharon was driven forward by the smarting blow and almost knocked off balance. The cheeks of her lush ass felt like they were on fire. Olga struck another chord on the organ with an eerie cackle of crazed laughter.
Responding strings tugged one nipple, one ear and on cheek of her ass, turning Sharon to face her tormentor. Then Olga struck the resounding deep note that tugged her clit. The woman screamed and stumbled forward into his arms.
Chatsworth dropped the paddle to embrace her, stabbing his stiff hot prick between her shapely thighs. His cock missed the soft puffed mouth of her cunt by only an inch, gliding below her sleek pussy hole. His long cock sheened with a film of lubricating gel and traces of blood that had dripped down his captive's ripe body.
"The haughty bitch has learned her lesson," he said in a grating voice. "She rushes into my arms and sobs for forgiveness."
He stroked his fingers through the elegant fur draped across her back, locking her in a crushing embrace.
"I hate you!" she snarled. "Don't touch me!"
Olga played a two-note melody that made Sharon's bound nipples bob up and down, pressed hard against the sleek satin of Chatsworth's merry clown costume. The nooses tugged like they might cut off her nipples.
Her luscious tits felt both sharp pain and a tantalizing sensation of pleasure. She winced and gushed tears from her narrowed eyes, but a sigh of lewd pleasure slipped from her lips.
Olga repeated the droning deep note that tugged on Sharon's clit. More sharp, violent sensations of mixed pain and pleasure jangled Sharon's nerves.
Chatsworth arched back and let his cock spring up from the soft split between her thighs. The glossy knobbed head of his prick was aimed at her cunt like a fleshy rifle barrel. He fucked forward with a vicious grunt.
The maid struck two notes that yanked on the cheeks of Sharon's ass, driving her forward to meet the on-rushing thrust. His cock sank like a hot knife plunged into soft butter.
Painful clit stimulation by the tugging string had primed her sleek hole with a flood of fuck honey. The bulbous head of his cock splashed in, followed by inch after inch of thick hot prickshaft.
Sharon shuddered and moaned, so weak with pain and delight that she could hardly stand. Her knees felt like rubber bands. She swayed and would have fallen if it hadn't been for the crushing grip of his circling arms.
His powerful thrust launched them both into motion. Sharon stumbled back with a tortured cry. Her feet became tangled in the trailing ends of her gorgeous silver-blue fur wrap. She tripped and fell with an echoing cry of torment, certain that her most tender parts would be mutilated.
But Olga struck a descending chord at just the right moment. Sharon felt stinging sharp tugs of pain that somehow brought her giddy pleasure. The slender threads slackened just enough so that her flesh was not torn.
Twined in lewd embrace, they topped and fell together. Sharon's lush body thumped on the unyielding floor. He came down on top of her. His weight hammered his cock in like a pile driver. Her breath gushed and she felt throbbing cock at depths never touched before.
The force of his falling weight made her breath gush, and tears flew from her watery eyes like spray from a sprinkler. She had only the scant softness of the fur wrap between her and the floor. His unrelenting cock hammered down from above, driven by all his strength and crushing body weight.
Olga kept striking the notes that sharply tingled her nipples and clit, forcing Sharon to writhe and moan in a lewd parody of sexual delight.
Her cunt felt shocking stabs of pleasure, but her mind sank in a murky pool of misery. All her fondest dreams had been shattered. She was swathed in fur and wore diamonds worth a fortune, but they were of no comfort in the face of degrading abuse. She had the giant cock that she had desired with such reckless passion, but it was being used to punish her ripe body for a long list of sins.
Sharon took the brutal cock with gushing moans, writhing in anguish, wondering when or if this new kind of torment would end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chatsworth fucked her long and brutally hard. His balls had been unweighted by her fevered cock-sucking and the spiraling pleasure of her dangling ass, but his cock remained hard and he beat her buttery cunt with his prick like a club.
Olga played different little tunes on the organ keyboard, forcing Sharon's body to respond in various ways. The nooses cinched around her nipples pulled tight enough to draw tiny drops of blood.
He sucked on those like a vampire and lashed her nipples with his rasping tongue. Sharon climaxed again and again despite her mind's sick feeling of revulsion.
Each writhing orgasm brought a moment of relief. In the forced thrill of ecstasy, her tense nerves were momentarily shorted out. The pain vanished to be replaced by unimaginable pleasure. Then it started all again. It took an hour to make his cock tire. That was the greatest climax of them all. His gushing hot cum was the final touch of sheer delight. She took burst after burst of liquid fire, a thrilling flood of heat so fierce that she fainted at the moment he fired his last drop.
* * *
They held Sharon Parker captive for over a week. Eight or nine days-she wasn't sure. They kept her in the underground dungeon, chained to the wall like a dog.
A cold metal collar encircled her neck. That was bound to a plate in the wall by a heavy length of chain. It allowed her a half circle of movement with a radius of exactly six feet.
Olga served Sharon slop in a metal pan and sometimes set that just out of reach. Sharon's hunger was ravenous, and she strained to get food that even a dog wouldn't eat. Then Olga would demand sexual pleasure before pushing the pain within reach.
Sharon must have sucked and tongue-fucked the old hag's wrinkled cunt a hundred times. And that she had to consider the best of what they did to her.
Dexter Chatsworth had his various businesses to run, so he was gone most of the day. That left her to be Olga's abused pet. The maid pranced around naked, a pallid bag of withered skin and creaking bones.
Every evening, Chatsworth would visit the dungeon, in a different costume each night. Once he came as a pirate with a black eye patch brandishing a sword. Sharon was gowned and jeweled as a colonial princess and forced to walk the plank.
She plunged screaming into a tank of water and a school of fish that swam under her billowing skirt to nip at her most tender flesh.
Another time he came in a tuxedo escorting a stunning young redhead wearing a ruby necklace paled by the brilliance of her fiery hair and a snow-white mink coat so long that it swept the floor.
Sharon was naked and cold. Olga had allowed her to keep the silky fox stole, but it was now matted and smelled like a mangy dog. She huddled in that, not daring to speak.
The elegant pair dined by candlelight, feasting on a crown rib roast of succulent lamb. They laughed and amused themselves by throwing Sharon the bones.
Days later, Olga released her. "The master has found someone new and more amusing," she said.
Sharon left the grand house in a daze, wearing exactly the same clothes she had on when she had arrived so full of dreams.
They called a cab for her, but Sharon didn't know where to tell the driver to go. Not back to the apartment she'd shared with her son Mike. That was surely rented to someone else by now.
Could she find Veronica's apartment? Probably not. And would they welcome her if she did? Certainly not.
Sharon slumped in the back seat of the cab, realizing she had the fare paid but no place to go.
The burly driver said, "Make up your mind, lady."
Sharon burst into tears. Olga had pressed two dollars into her hand as they left the house. "The master says that's all a cheap whore is worth."
For that she'd been fucked dozens of times. His huge reaming cock left her cunt feeling sloppy. She doubted that a normal sized man would even want her now.
Sharon heaved a sob and gave the driver the address of her suburban home. Her husband Cal had told her never to return, but facing his wrath couldn't possibly be worse than what she'd been through. Besides, she had no other choice. A bed in a waterfront flophouse would cost more than two dollars, and that was all Sharon had to show for her fortune hunting.
It was noon on a Sunday when the cab turned down the familiar street. Neighbors she knew well were out mowing lawns and tending their gardens. Sharon felt too ashamed to really look at any of them.
The cab pulled to a stop in front of what had been her home. Not just her home ... her dream house. It looked more like part of a nightmare now. The drapes were drawn tight. There was no sign of life, but Cal's car was in the driveway. He had to be home.
"You gonna sit there all day, lady? This is the address you gave me."
"Yes, I know." Sharon climbed out of the cab and tipped the driver with her last two dollars.
She didn't have a key for the front door. That was lost when the punk kid had snatched her purse. It wouldn't have mattered. Cal had changed the lock. Sharon gulped back her feelings of dread and despair. With a trembling finger, she rang the bell.
Cal answered the door sleepy-eyed and still wearing his bathrobe at noon. That wasn't like him. He was an energetic man always doing something.
She said weakly, "Cal, please don't slam the door. I have to talk to you."
"Maybe, but I don't have to talk to you," he said coldly. "My lawyer will do that for me. I've filed for divorce, you know."
Her bitter salty tears began flowing again. Sharon wiped them away with the back of her hand, amazed that she wasn't all cried out by now. "Can't we please talk? I know all the terrible things I've done. And I've learned. I want to be better."
Cal eyed her suspiciously. He was ruggedly handsome, a man in the prime of his middle years.
"Why the sudden change?" he demanded. "Did Mike get tired of fucking his mother and kick you out?"
She nodded, her lips drawn into a tight knot that made speech impossible. Sharon tried to explain, but only an anguished moan could slip through.
"I don't need you, Sharon. It doesn't matter how you're willing to change. I've found someone else."
"So soon?" She'd always thought Cal to be the shy type who couldn't find another woman on his own.
"I found her the first day," he said smugly, not looking shy at all. "She's younger and sexier than you ever were."
"Ooooh," his tortured wife moaned. Her last vague hope had been dashed.
"Look what she's done for my cock," Cal said proudly, parting the front of his robe with brawny hands. His prick leaped and throbbed before her tear-streaked eyes, at least the size of her son Mike's, maybe an inch longer. "You haven't given me a hard-on like that since our honeymoon. A fresh young cunt does it for me five or six times a day."
Sharon was about to plead that he give her at least one of those times. She would have happily become his servant, a wretch like Olga content with whatever her master allowed. But then she heard a lilting soft female voice call from the back of the house.
"Daddy, who is it? Why are you taking so long at the door?"
It was her daughter Jolene, the image of Sharon when she was a voluptuous young teen.
Cal grinned and called back, "It's just an old hag trying to peddle second-hand goods."
"Well get rid of her and come back to bed!"
Sharon's mouth gaped. "Not our daughter! You wouldn't dare sleep with your own little girl!"
"No," Cal said with a wicked grin. "We don't sleep much. Jo keeps my cock hard all night. She has since I first popped her cherry. Young virgin cunt is so sweet and tight!"
"Ooooh, God! And you had the balls to send that lesbian blonde bitch investigator to check on me?"
"All's fair in love and war, baby. I've got more balls than you ever know. Just ask Jo." Sharon was too stunned to utter more than a gasp, so he did it for her. "Hey, honey ... tell this worn-out old hag what you think of your daddy's cock."
"It's the greatest!" she sighed ecstatically. "That's why I'm so anxious for you to come back to bed. You've only been gone a few minutes and I'm going crazy already!"
Sharon's jaw clenched like a vise and her green eyes flared with loathing. "You bastard! While you were fucking our daughter, that blonde cunt-sucker took Mike away from me!"
He flashed a fiendish grin. "Yeah, when I first met her at the lawyer's office, I thought she might. Next to fucking a tender young virgin, converting a lesbian is about the most exciting thing a young man can do."
"She was both, you bastard. And she promised him other young girls."
"Good! I'm glad Mike's been getting all he wants. When I got to thinking about it, I felt bad for kicking him out of the house. What happened had to be all your fault."
"It was!" she sobbed. "I want to make up for that now!"
He laughed bitterly. "So get down on your knees and suck my cock. That's the one thing Joe hasn't learned to do better than you."
Her voice quaked with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Right here? Right now? On the porch with all the neighbors watching?"
She was suddenly aware that not a lawn mower or pair of garden shears was working anywhere on the block. All eyes were on them.
"The neighbors all know about you," Cal said. "When I told Jo why you and I split, she let the story slip to a girlfriend at school. Next thing you know, it was spreading all over the neighborhood."
Sharon cringed and hunched in shame. "How could you allow that to happen?"
"I didn't just allow it. I encouraged it. All that juicy gossip has kept the neighbors from wondering why I spend so much time alone with Jolene."
"And now you expect me to shame myself more by sucking your cock here on the porch."
"No, not on the porch. People down at the end of the block can't see up here. I want you to suck it right in the middle of our front lawn."
She was going to say he was the most heartless man on earth, then Sharon remembered Dexter Chatsworth and all he'd done.
"All right," she said, biting off the words with tightly clenched teeth. "I'll do what you want."
The millionaire's bizarre tortures had at least taught her that much. She walked out into the middle of their front lawn and sank to her knees.
Cal pulled the belt off his robe and used that to bind her wrists behind her back.
"That's just in case you change your mind and get some wild idea about crushing my balls."
He looped the long sash around her ankles after that, binding her on her knees.
"That's so you won't forget to be humble and try to stand up."
Sharon could hear neighbors chattering excitedly on both sides and behind her. She blushed red with shame and bowed her head, not wanting to see their smirking looks or hear the awful things they must be saying about her.
Cal then pulled up the brass nozzle of a revolving sprinkler head recessed into the ground between her bound legs. He looped the free end of his satin robe sash three times around that and tied it off with a tight knot.
"This is so you'll remember to take care of the lawn from now on. I'm going to be too busy with our sexy young daughter even if I decide to take you back. And because I don't think you're clean enough to suck my cock!"
Cal walked to the edge of the lawn, bent down to the valve and turned the sprinklers on. Half a dozen brass nozzles popped up from sheltered recesses and began to revolve.
The one closest behind her, between her bound legs swiped its icy stream across her ass. One in front sprayed her at cunt level and made her clit tingle right through her clothes. Cold water like a drenching winter rain came down from every direction. Sharon's clothes became quickly soaked. She shivered violently, her lush body aquiver inside her clinging wet clothes.
She heard some man cheer and soon some other voices joined his. The gawking neighbors had no sympathy. They obviously thought she was getting just what she deserved.
Even the women watching cattishly applauded her humiliation. They all knew that a bitch brazen and horny enough to fuck her own son would think nothing of fucking a husband who wasn't hers.
A woman in shorts and a halter top with closely cropped and tightly curled dark hair braved the revolving sprinklers to stalk up behind Sharon. She carried a long-bladed pair of hedge trimming shears.
"My husband has always admired your silky long hair," she hissed. "So I've decided to give it to him."
She yanked Sharon's head back and cut off her hair as close as she could to the scalp.
Another jealous wife came across the lawn with fire in her eyes that even the chilling sprinklers could not cool. "My husband has always drooled when he looks at your big tits. Now I want him to see what they really look like."
The woman snarled and ripped open the front of Sharon's blouse.
Woman from up and down the street had gathered around her, all of them soaked to the skin by the revolving sprinklers. They tore off all of Sharon's clothes. One took her wet panties because she said that her husband had been sniffing after Sharon's cunt for years.
Another ripped off her bra because she said her husband had always wanted to get his hands in it.
"You're lucky I don't have a sharp knife," the woman said, "or I might take your tits to fill it!"
And these were all women Sharon had once regarded as friends! She had had no idea what bitter jealousies they harbored. Nor had she known how many of the neighborhood men anxiously desired her. Sharon felt a glow of pride and a chill of shame.
Cal turned off the water and shouted, "The party's over, ladies ... unless one of your wants to be the first to suck my cock!"
They all gasped, shocked by the very idea.
"Don't be bashful, ladies. I'm going to let your husbands take whatever they want most from the incestuous slut that used to be my wife. Her luscious tits, pussy and ass are all up for grabs!"
That brought a cheer from all the men gathering closer. It sent shivering chills to the marrow of Sharon's bones. Half a dozen lewd men with leering eyes closed in.
The woman with short, tightly curled black hair was down on her knees and happily sucking his cock.
Her husband's eyes flared and then settled on Sharon. "The least you can do is the same for me."
He whipped out a stubby but enormously thick cock and fucked into Sharon's mouth just as it opened to scream.
The tit-fancier grabbed her from the side, fondling one luscious big tit while he sucked and tongue lashed the other. A third man sprawled on the wet grass to eat cunt. Another man hunkered down behind her and aimed a stiff cock at her ass.
Men waiting in line for the free offering bound on her knees got so hot that they whipped their cocks out and began jacking off before her eyes. They sprayed globs of cum all over her face.
A wiggling tongue burrowed into her cringing cunt slit. A randy cock forced its way up her ass. Churning lips sucked and mauled her tits.
Cal watched with a bemused grin. The second of six horny housewives was just dropping down for a taste of his cock. The first had been too timid to let him cum in her mouth. The next would not be spared. His balls were boiling with silver heat.
Jolene had heard the noise and had been wondering what had been taking her father so long. His cock had thrilled the sexy young teen, and she was still hungry for more.
She strode out the front door and stood at the top of the porch steps in a white, virginal-looking negligee fluttered by the stirring breeze. Her cunt was still bleeding. Jo's cherry was a thick, stubborn web of flesh that her father had found hard to pierce. Constant fucking since then hadn't allowed the tattered fringe to heal. Blood, red like glowing embers, blotched the front of her filmy white robe. Cherry rivulets ran down her silken thighs, but those involved in the impromptu orgy on the lawn hadn't noticed.
Her father was bucking his hips and cumming hard down the throat of the woman who lived next door. Jolene had thought she had him all to herself. Seeing that was no longer true, smoldering jealousy warped her young mind.
"Does anyone want me?" she cried from the top of the porch stairs.
Jolene had two willing takers, both middle-aged men whose wives seldom satisfied them fully. They threw her down on her side. One fucked her blood-seeping cunt while the other rammed into a tight young ass that was still cherry.
She rocked back and forth between them, driving first one way and then the other. Neither man had a cock the size of her father's, but now she was getting two at once.
She came and came hard, pumping forward and then rearing back. The cocks of two grown men were shooting precious jism into her with pulsing spurts of delight. Jolene gave them both the thrill of her ecstatic spasms. Her hot young pussy and ass soon milked them both dry.
Cal was by then fucking the throat of his third horny neighbor, the wife of the man who was fucking his daughter. He never looked back to see what was happening to her. Jo's delighted cries of climax were message enough.
He focused his eyes on his once-loving wife instead. Neighborhood men had untied her. One hunched over her head and pinned Sharon's wrists beneath his knees. Another crouched at her heels and kept her legs spread.
A third lucky man was fucking her cunt. She had been worried that her pussy would not be tight enough to please a normal-cocked man, but the cold spray of the sprinklers had taken care of that.
Sharon fucked like a mink, bobbing, writhing and twisting to feel all the pleasure she could from his average cock. Her eyes never left her husband Cal's. His prick was the best of the bunch, the one she wanted most, but he'd thrown her to a pack of dogs like so much spoiled meat.
The neighborhood women were still lined up in front of him, some with cum-glossed lips anxious for seconds. It made Sharon's heart wrench. The man she'd cast aside was wanted by so many more.
Perhaps because they were all older now, no one seemed willing to wait. A man fresh from fucking Sharon bounded across the lawn to stick his still-gleaming cock in her daughter's young cunt. That being filled at the time, he grabbed a woman from the back of the line waiting to suck Cal's big cock.
"Why wait when you can have mine?" he asked, not realizing until she turned that she was his wife's best friend.
"Why indeed?" she replied sweetly. "We've lived next door to each other for fifteen years, and all that time I've been waiting for you to make a move on me."
"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
That gave rise to an even wilder orgy.
Sharon's wrists and ankles hardly needed holding. The woman was in the throes of another climax. Two men who'd been pinning her broke off to fuck a neighbor's wife.
If jism could have run cars, the oil crisis would have been over. Naked couples were happily fucking all over the lawn.
* * *
Things weren't going quite so well for Mike
Parker. Veronica had quit her job in order to devote full attention to his mighty cock. She'd never been the career-woman type anyway. The lithe silver-blonde worked in a position of authority only to meet young cunts able to satisfy her lesbian hunger.
With her attitude about sex all changed, she delighted in feeding fresh meat to her young lover for a while. Mike bloodied more virgin pussies in a week than most men were lucky enough to fuck in a whole life.
He was on top of the world, king prick in a palace full of cuties. Then, Sunday afternoon, he returned to Veronica's apartment to find a note pinned to the dooT, his things neatly stacked outside.
"I think it's time you go home to momma," the note began. "I've found a man with a cock even bigger than yours. He's more mature, more sophisticated, and frankly much better in bed..."
Mike's jaw clenched and he raged, "You bitch! You're a faithless cunt worse than my mother!"
He started walking home alone, wondering what the hell he could say to his father.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The orgy on the Parker's front lawn might have gone on for hours, but, unfortunately, not all of their neighbors were obsessed with lust. There was one strict and devoutly religious couple who stood watching from their front window.
They stood watching far longer than anyone would have needed to if all they had wanted was to see what was going on. The man's cock swelled harder than in the last ten years.
"I've never seen such sin," he said in a tone more of marvel than accusation.
"I'm going to call the police!" his wife said in alarm. The way his cock throbbed inside his pants sent chills down her spine. Sex was a chore no more pleasant than washing the dishes.
Her husband didn't hear what she had said about calling the cops. He had his tired old cock out and was hand-flogging his prick merrily before their front window, yearning for all the thrills of life his prudish wife had denied him.
There wasn't a regular police radio code for "Orgy in Progress", so a hard breathing dispatcher described the scene as it had been described to her.
Thirteen cars from three different precincts hastened to respond with red lights and sirens.
Mike Parker first heard the distant wails when he was a block away from home. He went on, hardly aware the sirens were converging toward him from every direction. He saw that pious old man that all the kids hated standing with his fly open inside the bay window. He was whipping his cock and shooting cum all over the glass.
Mike blinked in disbelief, but events of the last week or so had strongly tempered his young mind. He waved and saw the old man's wife rush up from behind screaming words that he couldn't quite make out.
That prudish old man whipped around and jetted cum into her flapping mouth. Then he pulled free a cord used to hold back their front drapes. With that he bound his sputtering wife's hands behind her back. And he pushed her off toward a bedroom that had for too long been used only as a place to sleep.
Mike would have cheered, but something else caught his eye as the wailing sirens came closer. Naked people were running in all directions from his parents' front yard. They scattered like leaves in a fall wind. The young teen had only seen one man running home with his own wife.
The squad cars roared by him and screeched to a stop, but all there was for them to see was a wet lawn Uttered with discarded clothing. "Shit!" one grizzled cop spat. "We got here too fucking late."
"I'll check through the dispatcher with the lady who called in the compalint," said his rookie partner.
"Why bother? We missed all the fun."
"But still it's obvious a crime has been committed. All we need is a reliable witness."
"See what the lady who called in has to say," the older cop replied wearily, sorry they'd missed the real excitement.
"The dispatcher can't reach her," the young rookie said with chagrin. "Her husband answered the phone out of breath and said that she's all tied up."
* * *
Sharon had been let into her own house only because Cal wanted her out of sight. Trouble with the cops was the last thing any of them needed. He had the feeling the old neighborhood might be improving. As a husband scorned, he was anxious to fuck all the horny wives who'd so willingly sucked his cock. That would take time, and it wouldn't happen with a dozen squad cars still hanging around.
They all kept things quiet until the cops pulled away.
Then Cal turned to Sharon with a smirking grin and said, "Welcome home." His rough hand was patting his daughter's ripe young ass.
Jolene cuddled close beside him, smiling up at her father's face. She held his rubbery cock in her hand and stroked his prickshaft fondly.
"Your prick is still the best," she cooed. "I can't wait for you to fuck me again."
"You heard her," Cal said to his former wife. "I didn't have enough to satisfy you before ... I sure won't now with Jo wanting most of it. Why don't you just waltz your cum-dripping ass right out the door?"
Sharon's pleading eyes homed in on her daughter, the young girl so fondly stroking her father's cock, deftly swelling his prick so beautifully hard again.
Sharon's pussy ached beyond measure. It didn't matter that she'd been fucked at least a dozen times in their front yard. Watching her young daughter play with her husband's prick was the worst torture of all.
Cal gave her a cold grin and said, "Don't call us ... we'll call you."
Unwanted as wife or mother, Sharon felt a crushing weight descend to hunch her shoulders. She felt older and less wanted than even that old hag Olga. Her life was at an end, she had nothing to lose. Walking naked to the nearest bridge would end it all. That was what was on her mind when she turned to open their front door.
Mike had his hand on the knob at the same time. The door pulled inward, tugging him a little off balance.
"Mom!" he gasped, recovering quickly. "Dad and Jolene ... my God, what's going on here?"
"Ask your mother," Cal told him. "She started it all."
Sharon had to summon all her drained courage just to utter the word, "Yes." She bit her lower lip in profound regret and said, "I started it, but that doesn't mean I deserved all that's happened to me!"
Mike looked at her without even a hint of sympathy. "I'll bet you liked most of it. I should know, I saw your sexy ass whipped more than once."
"Yes, but-"
"No buts!" Cal interjected. "I've seen and heard enough to know that Sharon has learned to enjoy pain and humiliation. Look at her standing there dripping wet, her long hair cut off, the cum from half a dozen different neighbors dripping from her mouth, pussy and ass ... and still she manages a hopeful little smile."
"I'm just hoping that you'll take me back," Sharon sobbed. "I've learned. I'll be good from now on!"
"You hope who will take you back, your husband or your son?"
"Either!" she cried. "Or better yet, both. I know what a mess I've made of things, but I want us to be a happy family again."
Cal considered that point with a cool smirking grin while his daughter Jolene continued to lovingly stroke his hot prick. Mike's dark eyes swelled with envy.
"Just one thing keeps us from having the kind of open and accepting family relationship you desire," Cal said. "My son Mike hasn't yet fucked his young sister."
"No!" Jolene and her mother both screamed at once.
The young teen was happier with the lust of an older man. That made her feel more mature, more like the full-fledged woman her young body ached to be.
"How about it, Mike? You want to take a turn with your sister?" Cal asked. "I've taught her a lot in the last few days."
"I'll bet you have, Dad. And I owe her something for babbling all over school about me fucking my mother." Mike began to undress with a wry grin curling his lips. "First I think I'll put her big mouth to good use. You're going to suck my cock, Jolene ... every inch!"
"No!" Sharon rushed between them. "I won't let you!"
Cal said, "You've forgotten about being obedient already." He slapped her hard across the face. "Get out of the way, bitch! I've got a score to settle with you!"
Sharon's face was still smarting from Cal's angry slap. Her hands came up to shield her stinging cheeks. He grabbed her upper arms and whirled her toward the hall.
"The bedroom is this way, tramp." Cal gave her a shove and prodded her from behind with the heated cock that Jolene's soft hand had teased hard for him. "I hope your ass is ready, because that's what I want. You wouldn't let me have it before, remember?"
Sharon sobbed fitfully as he shoved her down the hall and into their bedroom. She'd never seen her husband so aggressive, so strongly in command.
Mike stood naked in the living room and leered at his younger sister. "Now it's you and me, babe. Down on your knees!"
"No, Mike! Please don't make me do it! I only told my best friend what you did with mom!"
"Yeah, and she told the rest of the fucking student body!" He clamped his hands on her quaking shoulders and forced Jolene to her knees. She cowered before him, eyes pleading and filling with tears.
"It didn't hurt your reputation," she sobbed. "In fact now most of the girls I know are anxious for your big cock."
"Then why aren't you?" he demanded, prodding her sealed lips with the swollen head of his cock.
"Because you're my brother!" she screamed.
That was all she had time to say. Mike rammed his throbbing big cock into her mouth. She groaned and twisted, trying to clench her teeth.
Mike pressed his fingers under her ears, between her jaw bone and skull. Sharp pain sparked from tender nerves and kept her from clamping down. He pressed harder with his fingertips, forcing her to open wide.
More throbbing cock was her reward. The bulbous prickhead reached the soft back of her mouth and pushed into her wringing throat. Jolene had to crane her neck back so his cock could enter without breaking her neck.
She trembled fearfully, terrified of choking. Her father had only put his cock in her mouth, never all the way down her throat as Mike appeared determined to do.
Jolene held her breath and tried to adjust to the swelling strain. Mike's cock was an awesome thing to see-long, thick and brutally hard, vibrant with youth.
She soon learned to gulp breaths when Mike drew his prick back into her mouth, leaving her throat clear for just a moment. She also learned to tease with collapsed cheeks and rippling tongue-strokes, tempting him to remain longer in her mouth.
Mike enjoyed that, but the warm, sleek hollow of her throat was even better. Soft waves of constriction gripped his plunging cockshaft.
Her fear gave way to lewd pleasure as Jolene got the rhythm of breathing and sucking to work smoothly. Mike sensed her new willingness and rewarded her with faster thrusts, fucking his cock to the hilt and holding his cock deep in her throat.
"For one so new to deep throating a man's cock, you're really good," Mike said fondly. "Damn good!"
Her brother's praise prompted an even greater effort from Jolene. The girl had some good basic moves and a youthful zeal for experimentation. She delighted Mike's big cock with every combination of tongue, hp and cheek movements she could think of.
He moaned in rapture when the gliding friction of her lips and soft strokes of her wiggling tongue were the best. Mike could feel the heat in his balls rising, straining the clamped ring of muscle at the base of his cock.
Deep grunts rumbled in his throat when he tensed to hold back the rising tide of cum. It was delightful agony, straining to hold it and prolong the pleasure of her fevered sucking. He could feel hot jism start to simmer and boil. The steaming pressure brought tears to his eyes.
His eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. Mike had always been attracted to his sister. She was better looking and better built than most girls he knew at school. But conventional morality had kept them apart until now. No more.
He reached down and felt her beautiful young tits, anxiously working his hands over the creamy domes of flesh, whirling his thumbs on her taut nipples.
Jolene felt shivers of tingling delight along with the fierce throbbing heat of his cock. Mike fucked his prick down her throat and drew back, faster and faster. His breaths hissed in anxious anticipation. Then, suddenly, his body stiffened.
Mike roared when he had to let his cock fire. He had fucked deep into the wringing softness of his sister's throat. She felt a surge, and then a gush of creamy hot spray. He jetted spurt after spurt into her, rapidly filling Jolene's throat.
He held her tits and pumped his hips again, grunting in lewd triumph with each shot of creamy liquid fire. Spunk filled her throat and slathered her tongue. Jolene was gasping, gulping it down as fast as she could. She loved the taste of his quicksilver cum.
A full minute passed before Mike had vented himself completely. Jolene was still sucking, swiping with her tongue and working her lips to get more.
"There's still some dripping off your lips," Mike said with a smile.
"Hhhmmm, I don't want to waste it." Her tongue circled her lips with a slow, sensuous motion. Jolene smiled seductively. "Now will you fuck me, Mike?"
"Yeah, I sure will. But first I have to get some rope."
"Rope? What do you need that for."
"You'll see, Jo. You'll see..."
* * *
Cal pushed Sharon into the bedroom with a vicious grunt. She went stumbling forward and sprawled face-down across their bed. It was still warm from the heat of fucking his daughter. They could hear her gulping and moaning in the living room.
Sharon turned onto her back and watched Cal taking down the drapery rods from over their bedroom windows-two metal tubes five feet long shaped to look like wrought iron. Each had a spear point on the ends.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked nervously.
"Tie you up so I can keep track of you," he said, gathering four strands of velvet-sheathed drapery cord.
"Why, You've already let every man in the neighborhood fuck me. What more could I do?"
"I don't know, but you'd think of something." Cal spread her arms wide above her head and lashed Sharon's wrists to the ends of a drapery rod. Then he spread her legs and bound them too.
Sharon no longer feared bondage as she had before. A trace of dread remained, but she knew that sexual pleasure would be her eventual reward. And having suffered pain, the sensations of pleasure would all be much stronger.
Cal got a broad leather belt from the closet and stood at the foot of the bed glaring down. "I can see you've been whipped quite a bit. You must like it by now."
"N-n-no. Not really." Her tone was uncertain. Sharon's lush body was ablaze with painful welts.
"I owe you a real thrashing for what you've done," he said, slowly raising his right arm.
"Y-y-yes, I know." She cowered, helplessly bound with arms and legs spread, knowing that only a whipping would vent Cal's vengeful rage. Sharon gritted her teeth and hoped she could take enough pain to please him.
The broad leather belt hissed and cracked down on the creamy taper of her left thigh. It sounded like a pistol shot. Sharon's scream rang even louder. Never had she been struck so hard before. The others had all held something back. Cal was driven to whip her with all his might.
He struck her other thigh a stinging hot crack and then lashed her right up the middle. Hot leather blazed a welt that ran from her pussy mound to the soft valley between her luscious big tits.
Her juicy clit was stung as though it had been pushed into a hornet's nest. Then Cal struck her tits one after the other, grunting sharply as the belt came down.
Sharon's nipples burned with pain so hot she could hardly take it. Her senses had been numbed by shock. She moaned and writhed in restraint, wondering how much more it would take to satisfy him.
Cal paused to catch a breath.
"You look like hell with your hair cut so short," he said. "I'd like you better if you were bald."
"Nnnooo!" she moaned, sadly shaking her head.
He paid no attention to her pathetic moans. Cal got electric hair clippers from the bathroom and finished the job of shaving her head.
"Might as well do your faithless cunt too," he said.
The buzzing clipper circled her whipped cunt, tingling her cut as it methodically stripped off her pussy hair. Sharon had a near climax from intense mechanical stimulation, but tears of shame streamed down her cheeks.
"There's a mess of hair all over the bed," he said when the job of balding her softly humped pussy was done. "You be sure to clean that up when we're through."
"I will," she sobbed.
"We don't want any of the neighbor women to see what a messy housekeeper you are."
Sharon lay sobbing and tossing her head. Cal grabbed the rod he'd used to bind her wrists and lifted, pulling her into a sitting position. He stretched her arms as though to touch her toes and bound the two metal rods together with his belt.
She sat at the end of the bed with arms and legs splayed wide. Cal gripped the two rods and twisted, flipping Sharon over on her face with her ripe ass in the air.
It was a painful position for her. She crouched in a hunch with her arms pulled beneath her and bound near her feet. Cal took another belt from the closet and lashed it across her upraised ass.
She yelped and lurched forward, stung by the fiery stripe of pain that blazed across her ass cheeks. Cal only grinned and gave her a backhand slash with tanned leather. Sharon wailed, writhing with pain and buried her face in the bedcovers littered with her shorn pussy hair.
"Now I'm going to fuck your ass," he announced. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."
"You've always wanted to, I know that!" she wailed mournfully.
"Yeah, and from now on I get what I want whether you like it or not."
"I know, dear. I only want you to want me."
Cal still loved his wife despite all she'd done. It hadn't worked out so badly for him after all. He had his sexy daughter Jolene and now his pick of the neighborhood wives. In a way he felt more like thanking Sharon than punishing her, but he enjoyed his new mastery too much to stop.
He whipped her luscious ass again and again, feeling his cock swell harder with each satisfying stroke. The stinging heat made the tunnels of her ass and pussy squirm. Honey dripped from her shaved cunt in a sultry flow.
Cal dropped the belt and eased forward to wet his throbbing cock between her bound legs.
"Ooooh," she sighed thankfully when he began to rub it around. "I thought I'd never get to feel your cock again."
"You've never felt it like this," he assured her.
"I know," Sharon said enviously. "Fucking your daughter has made it so big and hard."
"Whipping your ass made it harder still. You're going to get a lot of that from now on. Any time you step out of line-"
"I won't mind. Not when I deserve it." Sharon knew she would not mind at all. Cal's strong domination was thrilling for her. A strong man was what she'd been seeking all along.
With his cock wet and gleaming, Cal pulled back and took aim at her tempting ass-hole. He could see the puckered rim of dark flesh and watched it pulse expectantly. She felt no fear. Her ass was well used to fucking by now. Sharon felt only waves of relief because Cal still wanted her.
He pushed in slowly to enjoy the lingering delight of her taut sleek hole. She pushed back at him, sobbing tears of delight, forgetting the pain of being bound in an uncomfortable position.
Sharon had learned precise control of her ass muscles and she applied all the tantalizing sleek motions she knew. Undulating waves gripped his sinking cock, not to resist but to suck his prick in deeper.
"I want you more than ever, Cal. I love you no matter what you must do."
"Show me. Work my cock with your clever little shithole."
"I'll give you pleasures few men have known," she promised. "I'll fuck you better and in more ways than any young girl knows."
"I still want both," he insisted. "You're a great fuck, but not so good that I've forgotten the pleasures of young stuff."
Mike and Jolene walked into the bedroom just then. Her wrists and ankles were red and chafed with rope burns. He had overturned their long coffee table and bound her spread-eagled to its legs.
They stood in the doorway, both smiling and watching Sharon get her ass reamed. Cal worked his cock expertly, shifting the angle of each thrust a little to thrill different parts of her sleek butt.
"Don't stop, Cal! Don't ever stop!" she pleaded between anxious gasps. "I love your big cock so much. It should have been enough for me." .
"That's what I thought at first, but I've learned to like variety."
Sharon cooed and purred loving noises as his cock glided in and out of her ass. "Does that mean you don't blame me too much for what I've done?"
"I'll forgive, but I won't forget. I've still got a lot of making up to do."
"Yes, I know. I'll even help. I'd love to bind and whip another woman to get her really hot, for you. Especially that bitch who cut my hair short."
Mike grinned and said, "She came by just a bit ago. Said she felt sorry for what she'd done. She brought you this to wear."
Sharon blinked away tears of delight and strained to focus her eyes. Mike held out a long silver-blonde wig he'd been holding behind his back.
"With this on, you'll look more exotic than Veronica," he said.
His mother smiled despite some painful recollections. "I wonder what will become of her?" she asked in a voice tense with mounting pleasure. "I never thought she'd tire of your hot young cock. I know I wouldn't have."
"The note she left said she found one even bigger. Some millionaire with a great big house in the hills. Chatsworth, I think it said his name was. Dexter Chatsworth."
None of them knew why Sharon suddenly exploded into laughter. And there wasn't time to ask. Her long-awaited climax with Cal had just begun.
The contractions of her pliant ass came hard. Sinewy muscles pulsed and surged, strongly gripping his cock and begging it to fire.
Cal had felt about fucked-out when they started, but the thrill of restraining and whipping his recalcitrant wife heated cum in some hidden reserve. His balls ached with power, jarred and tingled each time they slapped her warm cheeks.
He gave a deep grunt and lunged in as his cock fired, jetting the hot silver-white spray into her willing hole. Sharon's shivering scream told them all the depth of her delight.
"Looks like we're going to be a family again," Mike said to his sister Jolene.
She held and squeezed his hand. "Not a family that most would approve of, I suppose. But a very close family indeed."
With her other hand, Jolene began to stroke Mike's cock.
He let her rub it hard for him again, so hard that his sister's mouth was watering. Then he broke the news. "Not this time, Sis. Now it's mother's turn with me."
Sharon beamed a loving smile around the room, feeling needed, loved and wanted more than ever before-so warm inside that she wasn't worried about growing old. That would take a long, long time, and she intended to enjoy every minute.
She could hardly wait for her son to see her hairless cunt. It made her feel like a young girl again.
