Gently he laced the thin strands of rope around her wrists and-ankles. Jenny trembled with a mixture of fear and increasing excitement as he tied them just tight enough to bind her to the four posts of the bed.
"You are about to experience something beautiful," he told her, his voice breathless in anticipation. "You will soon forget all you have ever known!"
She struggled against the ropes, pretending to try and get away. She could have easily gotten free but the game was beginning to take hold of her and her loins were steadily growing warmer with the anticipation she was feeling.
"What is going to happen to me," she whispered softly as he began to remove his clothing. "What are you going to do to me?"
He laughed quietly and took her chin in his hand. "I'm going to make you feel wonderful," he hissed. "I'm going to make you feel things you couldn't imagine!"
She moaned as he ran his hands down over her pulsating breasts, rising and falling with her labored breathing. He twisted one soft, supple nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she cried out in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"You see, you see," he said, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. "It's already beginning! Your wanting is already telling me to go on and on!"
She thrashed from side to side, the binding traps of the ropes holding her to the bed in their firm embrace. She felt his lips moving down over her breasts and belly and she shivered with a fear and wanting she had never known.
She watched as he reached behind him and took hold of the handle of a wicked looking whip. She tossed her head from side to side and moaned in fear as he raised the menacing tool high above his head.
"No, no, no," she groaned in a tight, frightened voice. "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, please!"
He laughed wildly and brought the whip down across her bare belly. The licking tip seared her naked flesh and she felt a wild, pulsating pleasure she had never known before.
CHAPTER ONE
John groaned as he walked along the narrow, leaf covered path, kicking the dead symbols of the end of summer and beginning of fall out of his way. Beside him his wife, Marcia was laughing almost uncontrollably, giggling in a loud voice that both irritated and worried him.
"Shhh," he hissed in an urgent whisper. "For God's sake, Marcia, it's three in the God damn morning!"
His wife ignored him, laughing louder just to annoy him. She kicked viciously at a small pile of leaves and cackled wildly.
"Damn it, shut up," he shouted, then felt embarrassed as his voice echoed across the broad landscape of the campus they were traveling through. His voice seemed to bounce off the hard, old brick buildings and come back to taunt him.
Marcia fixed her eyes on him and laughed loudly once again. "You're a jerk, John, do you know that? A real jerk!"
"It's very, very late," he hissed, shaking his head in his familiar, almost telegraphic manner. "Late, do you understand? People are trying to sleep!"
"Yes, and they're all jerks like you," she countered, her slurring, drunken voice careening off the trees and surrounding the both of them with its searing force. "Anybody that's asleep-is a jerk!"
She shouted the last sentence and John cringed as the loud, demanding bray of her voice filled the quiet of the night air. For perhaps the one millionth time he cursed the day he had ever set eyes on her.
It seemed that all his life, one small, devastating tragedy after another had beset him. Each time he had pulled himself out of one pool of despair and hopelessness, he immediately fell into another. He wondered where it would all end, if it ever truly would! Sometimes he feared that even his death would give him no peace, that somewhere in the beyond, he would have to endure the horrors of his life forever!
They walked on, he a few steps behind her. He watched as she swayed from side to side, almost falling down with every step she took. Her big, enticing ass had a saucy, attractive manner about it that he could not deny, and even with her advancing years, he knew that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He hated the fact that he loved her and would have given anything not to. If he ever had a chance to get out of this hell of a marriage, he knew that he would.
Just let me get away, he thought, urgently. Just let me escape!
They reached the almost gingerbread looking house that belonged to them. It sat on the edge of the campus, surrounded by trees and nothing else, standing out in a proud, defiant manner that he had always despised. To be put on such a show, ate at his guts with a driving horror and he wished he could live hidden and far away like the rest of the faculty.
But her father insisted that they be prominent and noticeable. No matter what, Marcia had to be seen at all times, even to the extent of having her house a lonely, obscene structure that broke up the rolling, beautiful landscape of the campus. It was disgusting the way her father doted on her, but there was nothing that John could do about that, it had been going on for thirty-eight years, since the day she was born and it wasn't about to stop now.
They walked into the house, Marcia kicking a scarf out of the way as she advanced into their messy, cluttered living room. She lit a cigarette and sucked in the smoke, glancing with distaste from side to side as she cast her eyes over the dingy room.
"This joint sucks," she finally said, spitting out the words as if they were sour tasting pieces of fruit she had mistakenly eaten. "This place sucks to the pits of the earth!"
"It was your father's idea," John muttered, walking into the kitchen. "I never wanted to put it in the first place."
"Don't you blame daddy," she growled, following him. "He only suggested it as a good buy, you didn't have to follow his advice."
John chuckled grimly. "My dear, your father's advice is the equivalent of a command and you know that for a fact."
"That's you, all right," she said, shaking her head disgustedly. "You'll take anything from anybody just to keep things on an even keel!"
John sighed and twisted the ice cube tray he had in his hand, popping the small, square bits of frozen water over the dish drain. "Marcia, I learned a long time ago what my limits were, I don't intend to start breaking new ground now," he told her in a tired voice.
"God, you disgust me sometimes," she groaned. "If I had a man with even half a set of balls, I think I'd faint with astonishment!"
"The man you seek, my dear, doesn't exist," he laughed bitterly. "If he did, he would flee from your presence immediately and seek shelter in the deepest, darkest cave he could find, praying urgently for salvation!"
He poured himself a large, swimming glass of scotch and carried it into the living room. She followed behind, shaking her head, and muttering under her breath.
"Very funny, John, very, very funny," she said in a sarcastic tone. "You ought to go on TV, you know, you could be a real comedian if you tried!"
"Yes, that's quite true, love," he said, turning around and smiling at her with a sour grin. "Life in this house is a sort of a joke, isn't it?"
"Fuck you, baby," she barked. "Fuck you in the ass!" She spun on her heels and returned to the kitchen to make herself a drink.
"I've been going through that for years, love, for years," he said quietly, staring after her. He sat down on the couch and swirled the watery liquid around in his glass. He took a sip and coughed harshly, the racking, aching spasms tearing through his body. "Bloody cigarettes," he moaned, fishing a smoke from a crumpled pack on the coffee table and sticking it between his lips.
"Don't get any ideas about going to bed," Marcia warned him, walking back into the room, gulping heartily from the tall, cool drink she had in her hands. "I know how you just thrill to parties but this evening isn't over yet."
"God, Marcia, I hate these little get-togethers you drag me to. Isn't enough that I have to work with these people, do you have to make me go to your father's stupid welcoming bashes, too?"
"Aww, poor, put-upon John, never has any rest, does he," she teased. "Always has to do what momma tells him. Screw you, baby! Good relations are the most important thing in a college community and you know it!"
"Ahh, I wonder where you picked that one up," he laughed, shaking his head and taking another sip of his drink. "You must tell me where you get your copies of father's speeches.
I can see that you study them with great interest."
"Never mind that," she said, walking up the narrow stairs to the second floor. "We have guests coming over and I want to take care of business before they get here," she told him.
"What, what did you say," he groaned, following her up the stairs to their bedroom at the end of the hall. "What did you say about guests?"
She was sitting on the bed, smiling at him sweetly. "I said, love of my life, we have company coming over. People, guests, folks dropping in for a late night visit, you know."
"Jesus Christ, Marcia," he cried, settling down beside her. "What the hell are you doing inviting people over at three a.m.!"
"Daddy wanted them to get to know us," she explained. "So I asked them over for a nightcap."
"Couldn't you have invited them around another time," he sighed. He shook his head and sucked on his drink. "I mean, at a more reasonable hour? Why now, why tonight of all times?"
"Because Daddy wanted it, you asshole," she shouted through her tightly clenched teeth. "And that's all you need to know about it! Now get used to the idea! I'm feeling very, very horny right now and I want to get rid of it before they get here!"
John sighed, knowing there was no way he could get out of any of it. He set his drink down on the floor and stared into the violet eyes of his lovely wife. She still had the mysterious beauty that had attracted him in the first place and his heart began to beat rapidly with the anticipation of her passion that was about to envelop him.
He reached out with his hand and ran the tips of his fingers down across her warm, trembling cheek. She moaned and turned her head, kissing his fingertips as they traveled across her palpitating lips.
He sighed contentedly, always being able to warm up to her and the desire became apparent. He slithered his hand under her head and fondled her medium length hair. It was as thick and luxurious as when he had first met her and he could feel his loins begin to tingle as he stroked her tawny mane.
"You need a little lesson taught to you, don't you Marcia," he whispered softly. He tugged roughly on her hair and she squealed in mock pain. "I can tell you've forgotten what you learned, haven't you?"
"Oh, please, please don't hurt me," she groaned, rolling her head to his hand and sinking her fingers into his fleshy palm. "I can't stand to be hurt! Please don't do it!"
He laughed cruelly, the beginning of the game erupting in his loins. His prick was growing firm in his trousers as he went to the locked closet and removed a key from his pocket. He opened the door and over his shoulder the excited woman could see all the secret instruments of their pleasure.
He drew out a coiled whip and some thin strands of rope. She gasped in pretended astonishment and sat up on the bed. He grinned at her as he brought the wicked looking things over to the bed and lay them down on the rumpled covers.
She started to rise but he grabbed her arm in his hand and twisted it around her back. "You aren't going anywhere," he hissed through his teeth. He lifted his hand and slapped her twice across the face. "You're going to get what you deserve," he told her, repeating one of the many familiar lines that turned her on.
She cried out softly as the pleasing, stinging pain raced through her cheeks. She moaned as he threw her back down on the bed and held her tightly down. "Help, help, help," she cried, just loud enough to continue the role she was playing. "What are you going to do to me?"
. He laughed deeply, running his hand roughly over the front of her body. She gasped as he squeezed one of her large, heaving breasts in his hand. He twisted it cruelly in his grip and more of the delicious agony tore through her urgent womb.
She thrashed violently under his wandering hand. He gripped the bit of ample flesh at her belly and dug his fingers into her through her pants suit. She cried out and flailed against his chest with her hands. He laughed wildly and slapped her a couple of more times with increasing force.
"Stop that," he commanded. He caught her wrists in his hands and pinned her arms to the bed. "You can't escape what you have coming to you, so you might as well get used to it!"
She tried to throw him off of her but it was no use. He bent down and mashed his mouth against hers and she gasped and twisted her head, trying to avoid his hungry lips. She could feel his warm, excited breathing on her cheek and she fought helplessly as he worked his way around and crushed his eager mouth over hers.
"No, no, please, please don't," she whimpered as she felt him slithering his wicked, greedy tongue between her teeth. "I ... I don't ... I can't," she stammered as the seeking prong curled obscenely around her own and his mouth kissed her hard and long with increasing anticipation and passion.
His fingers roamed her body freely, squeezing and caressing her flesh with uncaring delight. He slid his hand under the top of her pants suit and felt the spongy, supple flesh of her stomach rippling with excitement. He laughed as he danced his fingers over the hot, trembling skin, working them slowly upward to her huge, quaking tits.
"You're only good for one thing, you useless whore," he hissed into her ear, stabbing his tongue against her flesh and licking her wetly. "All you're good for is fucking and abusing! And that's just what I'm going to do to you, cunt!"
Her excitement was building as she felt his strong, rough hand cupping one of her big breasts. He dug his fingers into the sheer, pleasing fabric of her bra and kneaded her tit cruelly. She moaned and shivered under his attack, listening to his urgent breathing as he played with her luscious mound, pinching the growing nipple through the flimsy material of her bra, loving the sounds of pain and fear that she was giving out.
He ran his other hand down over her body and harshly gripped the pulsating mound of her pussy through the soft pants she was wearing. Even through the layers of her clothing he could feel her hot, aching cunt growing warmer and warmer with every passing moment and anxious caress of his determined fingers.
"Yeah, all of you whores like to be knocked around, don't you," he spat out. "You just love it when a man treats you like dirt, don't you? Don't you love it, cunt? Don't you?"
He dug his fingers hard into her palpitating pussy and she screamed as the aching pleasure of his cruel attack ripped through her. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, the luscious excitement racing through her now tortured loins. "Oh, God, hurt me, hurt me!"
"Don't worry, you'll be getting all you need of that," he cackled viciously. "I intend to give you a good punishment tonight!"
She allowed herself to sink into the game of fear and an intense, wild thrill raced through her as she felt him slither his fingers into her pants suit and curl the damp strands of her cunt hair in his grip. He tugged on the moist thatch and she moaned in response.
He laughed once more and dragged the tips of his fingers back and forth over her throbbing belly. Cruelly he rolled his thumb over her growing clit and the big nugget became as hard as a small stone under his determined attention.
His greedy mouth crushed over hers and he bit at her lips with his teeth until she was gasping with the pain of his harsh nibbling. She felt his tongue lashing at her own and his two hands never ceased their rough, harsh attack on her quivering flesh.
He pushed the top of her pant suit up over his large, quaking boobs and reached behind her. With a harsh tug he pulled the hooks of her bra apart and mashed the garment up against her top, baring her luscious, quivering globes to his seeking eyes.
She groaned as he brought his hand around once more and squeezed her beautiful boobs in his mighty grip. There was little tenderness in his caress as he rolled the palm of his hand over her firm, erect nipples, grinding them down and rubbing them back and forth briskly "Pinch them, pinch my nipples," she moaned, tossing wildly under his frenzied attack. "Pinch them hard! Make them ache! Oh, God, it feels so good!"
He twisted a single bud between his thumb and forefinger and laughed as she shuddered involuntarily with the pain that raced through her so enjoyably. She bucked her pussy against his caressing palm and sighed as she felt him run a single prong up and down over her palpitating petals of delight.
"A good hot cunt," he sighed in satisfaction. "You're warm and wet already! I like that, it means you'll be more than ready for the rest of what I have in mind!"
He spread the lips of her cunt, slippery now with the thick, creamy juice of her passion that was flowing from her fevered cave. Quickly he twisted and turned the seeking prong, driving it past the throbbing petals, deep into her hot, clutching pit. She gasped with pleasure as the cruel, unthinking spear entered her, sending spasms of delicious pleasure bounding along her steaming inner walls.
Her body was bucking uncontrollably as he pumped the stiff spear in and out of her dripping pussy. Each stroke he took made her gasp and shiver with delight .and building anticipation. He harshly slammed the finger in and out of her again and again and she felt herself almost drifting away with the pleasure of his attack.
"You think you're just going to enjoy this, don't you," he said, spitting the words out obscenely. "Well, you're wrong, bitch! Very wrong. Your discipline hasn't even begun, yet!"
Tearing at her clothes he pulled her top and bra over her head, tossing them away. Coyly she tried to stop him from removing her pants but he held her to the bed with one hand and dug his fingers into the folds of her garments with the other. Urgently he pulled and tugged, drawing both her pants and panties down over her smooth, well-turned flanks. Her flesh rippled in greedy excitement as he stripped the garments from her and she soon lay naked and helpless before him.
"Which way shall I have you," he mused aloud, staring at her cowering beneath him.
She quivered violently, a flash of fear in her eyes as he laughed quietly to himself and reached down to the floor for the thin strands of rope. She groaned in terror as he grabbed one wrist and began binding it to one of the four posts of the bed.
"No, no," she whispered frightenedly. "Don't do this to me, John, please don't do this to me again!"
"Shut up," he commanded in an icy tone. "I'll do what I want with a piece of shit like you!"
Roughly he rolled her over on her belly and tired her other wrist. She moaned loudly and watched over her shoulder as he quickly bound her feet to the other two posts of the bed, spreading her legs and arms as wide apart as possible.
He stared down at the luscious, bared mounds of her quivering ass and sighed contentedly. The twin half moons of beauty shivered enticingly beneath him and he put out his hand, running the tips of his fingers over the spongy spheres. She gasped with the caressing contact and rocked gently from side to side.
He slithered his fingers between the pert, lovely buns and felt the dot of her unyielding anal entrance trembling fearfully under his touch. She moaned as he wiggled a finger around the damp, dark rim, twisting and turning it against the moist pit, slowly spreading the narrow cleft further and further apart.
She struggled hopelessly against her tight bonds, thrashing her body about on the bed. He grinned with pleasure as he watched her trying to get free and his working hand soon was sliding up and down between her spongy cheeks, the finger pressed so tightly against her anal tunnel gently slithering in and out of the taut, warm pit.
She jerked and shuddered under his invading prong and her taut, gripping anal muscles locked around the plunging spear with aching greed. He laughed loudly as he felt her pleasure increasing and soon he had no trouble at all riding his finger to the hilt along her damp, twitching bum balls.
She was gasping with pleasure as she felt him pull his finger from her throbbing ass and reach down for the whip. "Now you're going to get it," he said menacingly. "I didn't give your permission to enjoy yourself, so that's yet another thing you will have to pay for!"
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid," she moaned, tossing from side to side, tugging on the ropes that held her tightly to the bed. "God, I'm so frightened, so very, very frightened!"
"Good, good," he chuckled, laying the handle of the whip over her trembling, soft buttocks. "That's just what I want to hear! You should be afraid, you lousy slut!"
She moaned quietly as she felt him sliding the whip over her back, the long, thin strand snaking across her back in a wicked manner, caressing and slithering over her warm, bare flesh hungrily.
He stepped back a bit and cracked the edge of the whip across her bare back. She moaned as the fiery lick of the leather tip stung her awaiting flesh. His loins tingled as her heard her urgent, frightened groan.
"You are going to feel the pain, now," he told her, his voice cooing with pleasure. "You are going to experience the exquisite agony very soon, now!"
Slowly he lifted the whip high into the air. He curled it around his head with a flick of his wrist and brought it down hard on her quivering, moist buttocks. She cried out in pain and rolled as much away from the blow as possible.
"Ohhh, it hurts, it hurts," she groaned, her delicious bottom growing red from the aching lick of the weapon. "It hurts, it hurts badly!"
"Of course, you stupid bitch," he cackled, bringing to whip down onto her luscious buns once again. "Of course it does! It's-supposed to hurt!"
As the wicked tool cracked across her flesh she screamed once again and felt the wonderful, aching warmth spreading rapidly through her loins. She moaned as the searing pain lashed through her behind and her flesh tingled with the stinging memory of the blow.
Once again he lifted the whip into the air and cracked it around his head, lashing her trembling cheeks a third time. She shut her eyes tight and cried out in delicious agony as he began to stroke the tip over her ass again and again.
The boiling desire was churning in her loins now as the pleasing, jolting pain of each blow caressed her swelling buttocks. She groaned in delight as he brought the snaking tip of the weapon harder and harder down on her shivering bottom.
"Love the whip, love the whip," he whispered over and over, swirling it around in the air and striking her cruelly over and over. "Tell me you love it, you whore," he commanded. "Tell me you love it!' "Oh, don't stop, don't stop," she begged, thrusting her bottom up to meet the licking blows of the painful instrument of torture. "Hit me harder, harder, harder!"
He lashed her again and she screamed wildly, her whole body quaking with the force of the blow and her excited reaction to it. He was sweating with the effort now, bringing the cruel device down on her with an increasing frenzy. Her full, rounded behind was almost a cherry red now and each blow made her skin burn with, an aching pain and luscious pleasure.
She moaned and cried out in delight as he continued to abuse and thrash her delicate buns. Over and over her lashed the creamy flesh with the potent whip and she could almost no longer stand the pain when he paused for a moment to admire his work.
He dropped his hand to her luscious ass and squeezed it cruelly. She groaned and gasped as his fingers dug into her pliant flesh, the damp juice of her anal lust covering his greedy fingers as he caressed and played with her dark, twitching dot.
He took the butt of the whip handle and slithered it back and forth against her anal cleft. Her spongy cheeks fluttered violently as he twisted and forced the cold leather grip between them. She moaned and thrashed uncontrollably on the bed, shaking her head and gasping with pain.
"Don't, don't, don't," she begged, her voice breathless with the intensity of what her aching body was feeling. "Please don't degrade me this way! Please, please don't, I beg you!"
"Shut up, whore," he growled, pulling apart her precious buns and slipping the tip of the handle beyond her pulsating anal entrance. "You're lower than filth and this is what you deserve!"
Groaning in fear and shame she gasped as she felt the harsh, fat handle driving into her taut, damp tunnel. She bucked her behind against the invading shaft, screaming quietly as she felt him drive it deeper and deeper into her wet, steaming bum. He laughed in delight as he watched the thick pole sink into her moist pit. He twisted and turned in around in her narrow canal, loving the sight of the obscene tool assaulting her asshole with such cruel, uncaring determination.
"I'm going to fuck your ass with this whip," he hissed into her ear, licking and nibbling at the tip of her lobe. "How do you like that idea, slut!"
She sobbed as she felt him turning and forcing the harsh, insistent shaft into the depths of her delicate anal chamber. "Ohhh, it's too horrible, too horrible," she cried. "Please take it out, please, please, please!"
Laughing happily he ignored her pleading voice and began to pump the huge, thick handle in and out of her taut, wet pit. Her aching asshole screamed with pain as he drove the tool back and forth across her throbbing walls. She could hear his labored breathing and she groaned with each stroke of the attack leather.
"Just what you needed, you whore," he growled loudly, jamming almost all of the handle into her damp bum. "A nice leather whip up your ass! Take this tool, you shitty whore, take all of it in your ass!"
She screamed as he slammed it into her again and again, twisting and driving the cold, thick prong every way possible in her bruised and battered bum. Waves of delicious torture raced through her fevered loins and her bum was quaking with the wonderful spasms of agony that she was feeling.
"Harder, harder," she moaned, thrusting her asshole up to meet the pounding shaft. "Do it harder, harder! Make me scream, make me scream!"
He laughed a deliciously wicked laugh and slammed the thick, long tube into her again. She bellowed with the lovely pain and her asshole felt almost torn apart by the force of his lusty attack. Finally she could do nothing but sob happily as he continued to drive the tool along her steaming, gripping anal walls.
After awhile he stepped back to stare at her, the whip protruding from her quaking bottom obscenely. He gave it a tap with his fingers and it jiggled in her trapped bum. She moaned and rocked from side to side. He grinned tightly and pulled the dripping weapon from her ass.
He bent down and whispered in her ear. "You think you're done, don't you," he hissed viciously. "Well, think again, whore! It's only just started for you!"
Quickly he reached out and untied her bonds. She was so weak with pain and delight that she could do nothing as he flipped her over on her back and tied her up once again.
"Now we're going to have some real fun," he chuckled passionately. She stared at him with tear-stained eyes as he gathered the whip in his hands once more. "I can see that your tits are just aching for a taste of this! Well, don't worry, they're going to get it very soon!"
Deftly he threw back his arm and snapped the whip forward. With a loud, ringing smack it lashed across the tops of her massive breasts. She screamed loudly, quivering uncontrollably as he yet again brought the cruel weapon down across her jiggling globes.
"The pain, the pain," she cried, sobbing breathlessly as he raised his arm once again. "The pain is too much, it's too much!"
"It's never too much," he shouted in a fevered voice. He brought the whip back down across her tender, moist nipples and the twin stones quaked with the force of the blow as she screamed aloud. "It's never too much, bitch! Never, never!"
Expertly he worked her body with the long, coiled tool. He lashed the warm, smooth tops of her thighs and watched with glee as they quivered in pain under his blows. Her belly undulated violently as he brought the strand across them in a painful, enticing lick. She was crying out with each blow and tossing her head back and forth on the bed as he slashed her again and again with the powerful instrument of his passion.
"Tell me you love this, you whore," he cried, his voice breathless with the powerful lust and urgent greed of his attack. "Tell me you love the whip! Tell me right now!"
"Yessss," she screamed almost at the top of her lungs. "Yesss, I love it! Oh, God, it's so nice. I love the whip! I love it!"
"Do you want it harder? Tell me you want it harder!"
She thrashed back and forth under his blows and cried out in wanting and delight. "Yes, yes, more, more," she moaned, forcing her belly up into the air to meet his cruel, violent blows. "Hit' me harder, John, hit me harder! Oh, God, it hurts so good, so damn good!"
Wickedly he laughed loud and long and snaked the whip across her quivering stomach once again. She screamed with the delicious agony of the blow and could feel every inch of her body tingling with the wonderful pleasure of his attack.
Her whole body was throbbing with the boiling lust she was feeling and she yearned to have the hot, steaming passion grow even more intense and powerful. She rolled from left to right and sobbed loudly as she felt him dragging the handle of the whip across her pulsating belly down to her twitching pussy lips.
"You don't deserve a prick in your rotten cunt, do you," he sneered. "A prick is too good for you, isn't it? You want the whip, don't you?"
She moaned and thrust her pussy up to the cold, rough leather was riding back and forth all across her aching petals of joy. "Oh. my God, God, yes," she sighed, straining her cunt to accept the harsh tool. "Give me the whip, give it to me, please! Oh, I need it in my cunt, I need it now!"
He laughed, slapping her teasingly across the face a couple of times. Slowly he ran the tip of the handle up and down between her fluttering lips. The slick, warm folds of flesh eagerly clutched at the round, thick knob of the handle.
Happily he forced the twin, swollen lips apart and slid the foot of the thick, leather handle beyond them. She moaned in shame and delight as he drove the hard tool deep into her pussy, twisting it around inside of her cruelly.
He unzipped his pants and drew his prick from inside. He brought it near to her lips and pressed it against them obscenely.
"Start sucking this cock you whore," he ordered her. "That's all you're good for! Come on, give me a good blowjob, bitch and I might get you off with the whip if you do a good job of it!"
He slowly began to pump the handle in and out of her pussy and her body shuddered violently with the pleasure of the driving, cold leather slithering up and down along her taut, tortured cunt walls.
Eagerly she opened her mouth and slipped the head of his fat, long shaft between her perfect teeth. He moaned in delight as he felt her locking her teeth and lips around the invading shaft.
He rocked a bit on his heels as she sucked a bit more of his throbbing manhood into her mouth, licking and lathering the fevered tip of his massive spear with her active tongue.
Cruelly he thrust himself forward and drove half of his huge, pounding meat into the moist, silken passage of her throat. Desperately she relaxed her muscles to allow him access to her velvet chamber and she groaned in pain and pleasure as she felt him slamming the whip handle harder and harder into her burning cunt.
She bore down on his throbbing meat, sucking and blowing wildly, scraping her teeth along the length of his powerful, burning flesh as she went along. He caught her hair in his free hand and held her tightly in his grip. He rocked back and forth on his heels and slammed the huge meat in and out of her mouth again and again, groaning and quaking with every stroke.
"That's it you whore, that's it," he sighed, his voice husky and tight with his growing passion. "Suck my prick, you pig! Suck it hard! Suck it hard?"
Again and again he rammed his meat into her willing mouth. She gulped and licked the driving shaft, bucking her loins up against the powerful, pumping thrusts of his hand as he drove the whip handle to the very depths of her shivering pit.
He laughed cruelly, enjoying her obvious pain as he twisted and turned the huge tool inside of her. She was sobbing with delight and her whole body was on fire with screaming agony as the unrelentless assault of his cock and the whip went on and on.
"You crummy whore," he groaned, his eyes shut tight in the ecstasy of her sucking. "You lousy slut! You fucking bitch, take all of this meat! All of it!"
He slammed his belly against her face, driving every inch of his prick into the tight, warm sheath of her darling throat. She gagged and fought for breath as the long, throbbing shaft disappeared into her luscious mouth. He held her head tightly to him and moaned in pleasure as his prick throbbed uncontrollably inside of her and his other hand buried the handle of the whip in her burning cave.
"I could come in your stinking mouth right now if I wanted to," he hissed viciously. "I could drop my wad right now, you whore!"
She sucked even harder on his prick, clamping her lips down on the huge member, squeezing it tightly between them, trying to drag his fevered orgasm out of him.
He moaned wildly and suddenly pulled his prick out of her mouth. He stood in front of her, the hard, blood-filled meat waving back and forth just inches from her face.
"Tell me you want this meat, cunt," he groaned, his huge prick on the verge of an aching explosion. "Say how much you need this cock in your rotten pussy!"
He pulled the thick, slippery handle from her burning womb and the emptiness was too much for her to bear. She moaned and cried out in frustration.
"Yes, oh, God, yes, yes," she cried, nodding her head feverishly. "Hurt me, beat me, but fuck me now! Fuck me with your hard meat right now!"
Teasingly he got on his knees between her parted legs and slid the head of his prick back and forth her inner thighs. Her flesh shuddered involuntarily and she groaned with the aching need she was feeling.
Cruelly he reached up and twisted her large, round breasts between his fingers. She screamed as he pinched her, tweaking her nipples viciously, making them throb with an insistent ache and pain.
He reached down with his other hand and placed the head of his swollen cock at the damp, fluttering entrance to her steaming cave. Her luscious petals flew apart to accept his manhood but he merely placed an inch or so of the thundering rod inside of her and she tried desperately to force her trapped body upward.
"Please, please give it to me," she groaned, her eyes fiercely shut, her dry, parched lips quivering with her pleading. "Give me your meat right now! Give it to me, damn you, give it to me, now!"
"Okay, bitch, you want it so bad," he chuckled wickedly. "Take it then!"
He suddenly slammed forward, tearing her narrow, warm tunnel apart as he drove his cock to the depths of her burning canal. She screamed as the flooding mixture of pain and incredible pleasure raced through her.
She bucked uncontrollably as the huge, throbbing cock twisted back and forth in her battered womb, slithering uncaringly across her damp, stinging walls to lodge itself in the depths of her fevered sheath.
"Now I'm going to fuck you hard, bitch," he warned. "It's going to hurt like hell, too, so get ready for it, cunt! Get ready for my hard meat!"
Viciously he mashed his face into her breasts and clamped his teeth over one of her rosy nipples. He locked them hard on the pink nugget and sucked on the sweet button until she was gasping for relief.
He poised his lower body then drove his prick deep into her steaming womb with a powerful, uncaring force. She screamed as the huge rod tore along her inner tunnel, scraping violently across her taut, damp walls.
He laughed when her heard her scream and he began to pump the huge meat in and out of her aching pit with a frenzied passion and driving greed. Her damp, hot muscles locked hard around his plunging spear and she gripped him tightly, throwing her body against his passionately to meet every cruel, pounding stroke of the invading shaft.
"Harder, harder, harder," she groaned, grinding her hips against his, aching with the powerful pain and delicious pleasure she was feeling. "Fuck me harder, John. Hurt me, hurt me, fuck me until I scream!"
He gasped, her urgent words filling his loins with a new power and lust. He buried his cock in her cunt and twisted his hips from left to right. He chewed mercilessly on her spongy, creamy tits, lathering them with his harsh, wicked tongue.
His fingers slithered underneath her ass and he spread the spongy, pliant cheeks wide apart. She moaned as she felt two of the stiff, hard prongs suddenly jam their way into the dark, warm depths of her tortured bum. She shivered involuntarily as he turned the offending shafts over and over in her throbbing asshole.
Now he was attacking three of her moist sensitive and delicate places on her body and delicious pleasure mixed readily with tremendous pain as he assaulted her without relief. He drove his cock in and out of her as if it were nothing but a piece of hard steel to attack her with. His fingers stretched and pulled on her asshole until the tears ran from her eyes and his teeth chewed on her breasts so harshly that he left bright red welts in her creamy flesh.
"Oh, God, that's good," she cried, bucking her pussy into his fingers once again then grinding her ass down hard on his buried fingers. "That hurts so good, so God damn good!"
Faster and faster he drove at her now. Their bellies met and parted with loud, final smacks and he could feel her loins boiling up the moment of aching release as he attacked her womb and asshole and tits again and again.
"Whore," he whispered, his voice a rhythmic chant that followed perfecting the thrusting motions of his body. "Whore, cunt, slut! Filthy, stinking whore!"
"Yes, I'm a whore," she agreed passionately. Grinding her hips hard against his body she sobbed wildly with every word she said. "Yes, yes, I'm a whore, I'm a pig! I'm a fucking slut!"
Now he rode her like a madman. Again and again his powerful, unfeeling shaft slammed along her inner walls. She bucked and swayed against her tightly clasped bonds, thrilling to the intensity of his attack. Deep in her womb she could feel his prick growing harder and harder and she knew it would not be long before he reached the final moment of his power.
She felt her own loins coiling for impending relief and she ground herself as tightly to his plunging prick as she could. She groaned and sighed as her pussy seemed to grow tighter and tighter until she feared she could take no more.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she cried, nipping at his neck hungrily. "Oh, Christ it's going to be good! Oh, Christ, oh, Christ, oh, Christ!"
He drove his prick as far into her as he could and jammed his fingers all the way into her asshole when he felt her shuddering violently and heard her scream in agonized pleasure and release.
Streaming, boiling come flooded her slippery womb and the river of thick, creamy liquid splashed out over his legs as he slammed into her again and again. He pumped his trapped fingers in and out of her bruised bottom with an uncontrollable lust and she rocked and kicked spasmodically as the endless eruptions continued to tear through her loins.
"That's it, that's it, you pig," he laughed, driving his prick harder and harder in and out of her bursting womb. "Scream, you whore! Scream loud! Scream!"
The agonized wail echoed through the room as he pounded his cock in and out of her tortured pit. He felt his prick growing thicker and thicker with the boiling come that lay just below the surface of his loins and he could feel the massive explosion gathering rapidly.
"Come on, whore, fuck me," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "Fuck me good, bitch, fuck me good!"
She locked her pussy down hard on the slamming meat and felt his loins rumbling powerfully. He slammed into her violently another time and a sudden cry burst from his throat as the bursting, violent stream of searing hot come shot from his prick and lathered her aching, tight chamber.
"I'm coming you whore," he cried, the bursting, flaming liquid continuing to shoot from the end of his quaking rod. "I'm coming in your rotten cunt! I'm coming, hard, coming hard!"
He drove his prick deep inside of her and let the agonized waves of ecstasy roll over him. They both jerked and shivered involuntarily as spasms of love and pleasure rippled through them. On and on it went until they were both spent and exhausted and he finally rolled over on his side, breathing heavily with a great deal of effort.
His wife was sighing to herself, gasping and sobbing as the lovely, echoing memories of her pain and pleasure slowly left her battered and stinging flesh. She turned her head and looked at John, shaking her head in disgust.
"Well, that was a rather half-hearted effort," she said grimly. "I've seen you perform better in a class room!"
He sighed and chuckled bitterly. "Catch me some time before three a.m., my dear, I function much better when I'm wide awake."
She watched as he got up from the bed and made his way to the door. "Aren't you forgetting something," she said. "You might untie me before you wander off to contemplate your miserable life."
He turned back and smiled. He shook his head after staring at her for a moment. "No, I think I rather like you that way. Perhaps I'll just leave you like that for a few days, it might to your disposition a bit of good."
"Get over here, you asshole," she hissed violently. "We have people coming over any minute and I have to get ready to meet them!"
"Why Marcia," John said innocently. "I think you look absolutely stunning like this! Why don't I just troop our little guests right up the stairs. Don't be so modest, my dear, let them see you in all your glory! Such as it is."
"Fuck you, asshole," she shouted, thrashing against the tightly bound ropes. "I'll give you ten seconds to untie me and then I'm really going to begin screaming bloody murder!"
He laughed bitterly and sat down on the edge of the dresser. "That won't be anything new," he said. "Everyone already suspects I beat you regularly. We all know how badly you are treated. I'm the ogre of every story you have spread around to entertain your friends. It might be nice to actually have done something to deserve their contempt for once!"
"I'm not kidding, John," Marcia shouted. "I want you to let me go at once!" She began to shout and scream, kicking about the bed violently. Her harsh, shrill voice lashing the air.
"Shhh, all right, all right," he sighed, shaking his head. "God you can bray and insult the pleasant quiet of night, can't you?"
"Fuck you, too," she replied as he bent over and quickly freed her wrists and ankles. She sat up and began to rub her wrists to get the blood flowing in them again. "And next time you might tie these damn things a little looser, too."
"Certainly, my dear, whatever you wish," he groaned, stretching out on the bed. "Whatever your little heart desires. You know I'm at your service."
"Very funny," she sneered. She got up and began to pull on her clothes. She glanced at him over her shoulder and groaned. "Not don't get too comfortable, our guests will be here at any moment."
"I don't know why you do this to me," he sighed, rolling over on his side. "You always come up with something devastating, dropping it on me like a ten-ton truck when I least expect it."
"I don't," she argued. "I don't do that at all. If I do anything I try to avoid getting you involved at all. I know how much you like to mix."
"Yes, you're always doing it to me. I can't breath without the fear some new and horrible event is going to consume me."
"Awww, how sad. How empty and hard your life is," she mocked. "Poor, poor John, never has a say in anything, never gets his way."
He nodded. "That's true you know," he told her. "I never do get anything the way I would like it. It's always your way, Marcia. If only once you would admit that, I think I could die in peace."
"Are you going to pout, now, is that what you're going to do?" She got down on the bed next to him and kissed his cheek wetly. "Look, darling boy of mine, I don't want you doing this, understand. I don't want it."
"I just wish you'd let me rest," he sighed. "All I am asking for, for one lousy day of the week, is a little rest!"
Shaking her head disgustedly she stood up beside the bed. "You are sickening, do you know that," she hissed. "You actually make my stomach churn, John, make it churn like I had eaten something terrible!"
"That's not very kind, Marcia," he replied, staring up at her. "That's not very kind at all."
She cracked up, holding her sides as the laughter rippled through her. She backed away from the bed and leaned against the dresser, the waves of mirth shaking her slightly plump body like a bowl of jelly.
"You're amazing, just amazing," she said, shaking her head and holding herself up with great effort. "You are the most gutless wonder I have ever fucking seen!"
"I am spineless, aren't I," he agreed, laughing quietly until the aching cough he had from too many cigarettes took over and shook him spasmodically. "No balls at all," he went on, tears running from his eyes.
She grinned lovingly and flopped down on the bed next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her nose against his neck. She was kissing him hungrily when he pushed her away and got to his feet.
"Not now, Marcia, not now," he muttered, making his way to the bedroom door once more. "I'm not in the mood," he said over his shoulder "Come back here, you prick," she said loudly, getting to her feet and following him back down stairs. "I wasn't finished yet!"
"Well, I was," he countered softly. "Now people are supposed to come over, where the fuck are they, then! Why aren't they here?"
"They'll be along in a little while, they probably had to say goodnight to the rest of the guests. Politeness isn't dead for some people, you know."
"I bet they're home sleeping soundly in their snug little beds while we're standing around like a couple of fools waiting for them," he moaned, making himself another drink from the tiny bar in the corner of the room. "That's what I'll bet they're doing."
"I told you they'll be along, asshole," she shouted. "Now shut the fuck up about it an mix me a drink."
"There's just no stopping you when you get going, is there my dear," he sighed. He reached down and filled a glass with ice, pouring a generous amount of gin over the cubes.
"Don't worry about me, John, I can handle myself, you just worry about yourself," she warned him. "And please make an effort to stay awake, will you. A snore is not yet considered the correct response to a polite question."
"You would do well to follow your own advice, my dear," he said tightly. "You've been sloshing that stuff down all night, I'd watch my mouth if I were you!"
"Oh you would, huh," she glared at him and sucked a third of her drink into her mouth and swallowed it without batting an eye. "Well, I'll drink as much as I want, asshole, how do you like that?"
"Whatever you wish my dear, whatever turns you on," he hissed. "Just don't get carried away with yourself. Let's don't bring up family business, shall we?"
"I'll talk about anything I fucking well want to," she shouted. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to talk about?"
"All right, all right, we'll leave it at that. Just watch out, that's all I'm saying, just watch out. I've had more than I can stand today, I don't want anymore!"
She laughed mockingly and shook her head in surprise. "I believe that's a threat," she chuckled. "I believe you're threatening me!"
"Just a note of caution my somewhat frazzled frau," he said, shaking his head. "Everyone, even the infallible Marcia can use a word of caution now and then."
"Not from a toad like you;" she spat. The door bell rang and she jerked her hand toward the door. "Get the door, big man."
"It's your little party; Marcia," he smiled thinly. "I suggest you answer it yourself, since you're so enthused about all this."
"I said answer that door, asshole or I'm warning you," she shook her fist, her eyes as cold as two violet flares. "You haven't seen anything yet!"
John put up his hand and smiled. The bell rang once again and he sighed, shaking his head as he moved slowly to the door. "Fine, fine, anything you say, my dear, anything you say. Just don't bring up family business, that's all."
"Come on in," she shouted over the insistent doorbell. "Fuck you," she shouted as he pulled it open on two rather startled young people standing on the steps.
"Well, well," chuckled John. "Look who's here, more lambs for the slaughter!"
CHAPTER TWO
Jenny hadn't thought it was a good idea to visit John and Marcia so late. She was sure that Marcia's invitation was just one of those ideas you have on the spur of the moment and she would have been content to forget about it.
But her husband Dick had told her they were going, that Marcia was serious about having them "over for a nightcap and they should go.
They had left the party at Marcia's father just a little while after John and Marcia and Dick took his time driving toward their house. Jenny sat huddled up against the passenger side of the car. Actually she didn't feel very good, one or two too many glasses of sherry, she assumed.
"Maybe we ought to just go home, darling," she said in her squeaky, quiet voice. "I'd hate to get sick while we were there!"
Dick pulled the car to the deserted curb of the street and turned to fix his eyes on her. She looked so pathetic crushed against the door, sometimes she made him ashamed by her rather plain, frumpy looks.
He sighed and reached out, taking her chin in his hand. "There two people are very important, darling," he told her softly. "If they ask us over to their house, we should go, do you understand that?"
She nodded, knowing that it was practically hopeless to talk him out of anything once he wanted it. She groaned a little and pretended to swoon. He pulled her over to where he sat and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace.
"I just don't feel good, Dick, that's all," she groaned. She stared up at him and put on her helpless smile. "You know I hate to be a burden."
He bent down and kissed her on her thin, dry lips. "You're not, not one bit," he whispered, his mouth roaming over hers in a tender, delicious kiss. He knew there was only one way to get her to be quiet and go along with the visit.
It was times like this when he just didn't understand women at all. She was usually a quiet, reserved young woman who blushed at the sound of the word penis or vagina but sometimes she could be downright shocking and he had the familiar feeling that it was one of those times right now.
He ran his mouth back and forth over hers and she groaned in fevered delight and building desire. She shivered with pleasure as she felt his strong, rough tongue slithering back and forth against her tightly clenched teeth. She felt his hard, gripping hand pressed against the small of her back and her flesh rippled excitedly under his warm, caressing touch.
"Kiss me hard, Dick," she whispered hotly. "Ohhh, I need you to kiss me hard, right now!"
He almost laughed bitterly, it was such a game she played but he did as she asked, grinding his mouth back and forth over hers, slashing at her teeth with his seeking dart until they parted willingly and he was able to stab the urgent arrow between them.
Gently the two trembling spears entwined and she was gasping with pleasure as their mouths roamed back and forth over each other and his fingers began to caress and dance across her spine, gripping and squeezing her flesh hungrily.
"Ohhh, Dick, Dick, Dick," she moaned in pleasure, grinding her body tightly into his. "You get me so excited, honey, so excited!"
He chuckled with satisfaction and slithered his free hand up across her flat, pulsating stomach. She was wearing a short, sleeveless fall dress and she moaned as she felt the greedy, determined digits riding over her rising and falling breasts. The small, aching mounds trembled with excitement of the contact of his hand and she groaned quietly when she felt him give one perfect sphere a tender squeeze.
He could feel her heart beating wildly through her clothes and he could smell the dampness of her womb as she slowly rocked from side to side on the seat of the car. He pressed his mouth against hers once again and whispered against her moist thin lips as he caressed her young, round boobs.
"I'm going to give it to you right here in the car, Jenny," he said, his voice low and obscene as he laughed deeply. "I'm going to fuck you and rape you right here in the middle of the street!"
She giggled wildly, an aching, burning thrill racing through her at the thought. She felt his fingers riding down over he stomach again, pausing for a moment at her lap. She moaned and jerked involuntarily as the strong digits scrapped at the secret spot between her legs.
"Ohhh, we can't, we can't, Dick," she gasped, the luxurious heat beginning to boil in her throbbing pussy. "We just can't do that, here!"
He nibbled at her earlobe and blew a warm current of air against her flesh that made her shiver and tingle with excitement. She groaned softly as she felt his hand moving again, down toward her warm, trembling knees.
Slowly his fingers crept over her skirt, hardly pressing against her trembling thighs beneath it. She groaned as she felt the seeking digits reach the hem of her skirt and lightly caress her stocking covered limbs.
Dick felt a familiar quivering warmth racing through his loins and he shuddered a bit as the pulsating heat of her thighs gently trembled beneath his touch. He slid the palm of his hand down toward her knees and the sheer fabric of her panty hose crackled enticingly as his flesh crawled over it.
He curled his fingers over her darling, dimpled kneecap and pressed against the back of her limb with an urgent grip. She gasped and shook in delight, parting her slender, curvaceous legs involuntarily as the quaking pleasure boiled in her tortured womb and a stinging sensation of growing lust throbbed in her loins.
"Ohhh, Dick, that's feels so nice," she moaned quietly. "I just love it when you touch me there! Oooo, do it some more, honey! Do it some more!"
He laughed tenderly and gently began to scratch his fingers back and forth from her pert, cute cap to the middle of her warm, shivering inner thigh. She seemed to rock back and forth with the slow, rhythmic sliding of his fingers and she clasped her legs together now and then, trapping his greedy fingers between them.
She sighed happily as she felt his gripping and squeezing her hot, racing flesh beneath her hose. She moaned as she felt the driving, searching digits ride up and over her throbbing pussy mound. He cupped his hand on top of the quaking hillock and pressed hard against her fluttering pussy lips. She almost leaped out of the seat as he touched her there and she yearned of the sensation of his bare hand aginast her naked flesh.
From his heavy, labored breathing and the uncontrollable shaking she felt in his embracing body she could tell that he was getting as excited as she was. She pressed her mouth against his cheek, sliding her lips around his face until she met his in a hungry, greedy kiss. As his lips mashed against hers urgently, his tongue driving through her willingly parted teeth, she slowly rode her own, slender, delicate fingers over his belt and pressed the palm of her soft hand over the fat, growing mound that pushed against the front of his pants He groaned in a husky, tight voice as she slid her pressing palm up and down the length of the bulging hill. He could feel the hot blood pounding through his aching rod as she slithered the tips of her fingers over his fat, throbbing dick head, pinching the bulbous helmet through his pants in a calculated grip of passion.
"Ohhh, yeah, ohhh, yeah," he sighed, leaning his chest into her, feeling her lips bury themselves in the crook of his neck. He could smell the rather stale, smoky odor of her hair, dank from the long evening at the party but he kissed the thin strands, happily, thrilling to her attention being paid to his hard, pulsating prick. "Ahhh, that's it, that's it!"
She giggled in pleasure and satisfaction, always happy to make him excited and needing her. She gripped the long, fat mound in her fingers and gently squeezed and kneaded her way up and down along the pounding shaft.
He bucked violently as she increased her attack on his prick and his hands grew more urgent and frenzied as they massaged and played with her willing flesh.
Hungrily he ran his hand behind her back and found the zipper to her light evening dress. She shivered with anticipation when he greedily ran the restraining clasp down over her rippling spine. She was groaning and swaying from side to side, an urgent burning filling her loins as he pushed the dress down into her lap, revealing her small, perfect breasts, rising up and down in the confinement of her bra as the labored, frantic breath escaped her lungs.
He gazed at the delicious, almost girlish breasts and wrapped one of his big hands around a single, trapped globe. She groaned with a tingling pleasure as she felt him squeezing the marvelous sphere tightly, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the dark, pointed dot of her nipple.
The sweet bud grew firm and erect under the soothing caress and it pressed urgently against the material of her bra. He laughed to see her getting so turned on and he kneaded the other boob awaiting his touch with an equal amount of passion.
"Like this, baby," he cooed teasingly. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, her tiny, soft voice almost squeaking its delight. "You know I do, Dick! Oh, God, you know I do!"
It thrilled him to his toes to hear her moaning and sighing with such angry need. He loved getting her to the point of begging for his touch. It filled him with a sense of power unlike any other he ever felt.
Slowly he reached around her back and fumbled with the hooks to her tight, shapeless halter. She shivered violently in excited anticipation and she moaned as she felt him gently popping the clasps free until the bra was slithering down over her bare, warm arms.
She let the garment fall on the seat beside her and arched her spine, leaning her head way back as his hand now quickly returned to her naked tits. She gasped as she felt the rough, warm touch of his palm pressing against a pink, hard nipple.
Aching with pleasure she pressed her body against his hand. He chuckled in a deep, satisfied grunt and crushed the soft, pliant mound under his fingers. Her breast tingled with the grip of his strong hand and she moaned in a gasp of delight as he massaged her boob tenderly, rolling the sweet nugget of her nipple back and forth until the darling bud was stinging with passion and a warm, liquid-like feeling of greedy desire.
"Play with them, darling, play with them," she groaned, rocking from' side to side in motion with his caress. "Ahhh, I love it when you play with my breasts! Harder, Dick, harder! Squeeze them harder!"
His prick seemed to be pounding with an aching need as she spoke the words. He twisted and kneaded her tits as hard as he dared, making her almost scream with wanting and delight. His other hand was now riding gently back and forth between her legs, his rough, working flesh growing moist with the warm, damp juice of love that was pouring from her fevered cunt and soaking through her underwear.
She was driving her fingers up and down over his hard, throbbing cock, now, tugging and squeezing it as it beat a steady, needing rhythm through his pants. She pinched every inch of the firm, large shaft and quaked with delight as she heard his urgent, painful groans of pleasure.
Hungrily he rode his hand up over her wet, pulsating panty hose and gripped the waistband of them and tugged fiercely on the material. She willingly lifted her darling ass off the seat and wiggled impatiently, allowing him to pull the unwanted garment down over her soft, trembling flanks. She gasped as she settled her sweet behind back on the warm leather seat and felt him pushing and sliding the hose the rest of the way over her trim, well-turned legs.
"Yes ... yes," she moaned.
She kicked with her dainty feet until he had crumpled the panty hose on the floor and her lower body was free of all clothing, her luscious thighs parting in anticipation for his searching fingers.
"What a nice, hot cunt you have," he moaned, cupping his hand lightly over the trembling, damp mound. "And I love your thighs, too! I could touch you all night, you sweet bitch! All fucking night!"
Slowly he slithered the tips of his fingers over her moist, almost fiery inner thighs. The creamy, smooth flesh tingled under his attack and she spread her legs wide for his caressing digits, aching with pleasure as he neared her fluttering, swollen cunt lips.
"Darling, darling Dick," she sighed as the seeking, determined prongs continued to caress and tortured her burning limbs. "You make me feel so wonderful! So warm and wonderful!"
Chuckling softly to himself he gently slid the tips of his fingers over the edges of her quivering petals of delight. She moaned and rocked violently under his attentive digits, bucking her hot, wet pussy up to meet them. He teased the trembling, slippery lips, riding his fingers lightly over and around them until her hot, aching cave was throbbing with need and wanting and she was experiencing a steady, building lust tearing through her agonized pit of passion.
She moaned as he refused to slip the digits past her burning entrance but traveled them upward over her quaking belly. Gently Jtier drew lazy circles around her throbbing clit. The moist, tiny pebble was shivering as the generous digits slid round and round its moist location.
He knew that she was dying to have him touch her aching pebble. He loved the sensation of her need, the way her body rocked and bucked uncontrollably with his every touch. Tenderly he danced the tip of his thumb over the hot, trembling clit and it responded violently, almost growing twice its size as she cried out in pleasure and thrust her mound against his strong, cupped palm.
A stinging, delicious fever had consumed her now and she could hardly breath it .was so intense. She gasped painfully as she felt him take the tiny, throbbing nugget of her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinch it in his grip. She shivered involuntarily and sighed with satisfaction as he rolled the tender button back and forth, the palm of his hand sliding leisurely up and down over her quaking hillock.
"Ohhh, put them in me, Dick, put them in me," she pleaded, the need and wanting in her voice music to his ears. "Put your fingers in me now, Dick! Oh, God, I need them so badly, so very badly!"
She tried to force her pussy into his hands but he merely laughed harshly and lifted them rub so they continued to only ride the rim of her damp, trembling pit. Gently he slithered them along her fluttering petals. His fingers were soaked with the thick juice of her passion and the heat that was rising from her aching cave almost burned his hand with its fiery lust.
He dropped his mouth to her creamy, moist neck and slowly ran his lips over her warm, throbbing flesh. He nipped and licked at her creamy skin, gently working his mouth to the tops of her small, perfect tits. She gasped with pleasure as she felt the working lips rolling over her spongy globes. She clasped one arm around his back and forced his greedy mouth hard against her jiggling boobs.
He sighed with contentment as he began to kiss her pink, trembling nipples. He lathered his tongue back and forth across the sweet buds and gently nibbled at her alabaster mounds with his hungry teeth. She groaned as she felt him open his mouth and suck one perfect globe between his lips, sinking his teeth into the soft, pliant nugget of her nipple, licking and lathering the taut, erect pebble with his rough, greedy tongue. She swayed from left to right under his sucking mouth and she groaned with pleasure as she felt his teeth chewing tenderly on her throbbing breast. Her own delightful fingers gripped and squeezed the fat bulge of his pants with a more urgent and frenzied greed right now and even through all his clothing she could feel the passion boiling in his prick as the fevered blood thundered through his hard pole.
She quickly took the zipper between her fingers and ran it down, opening the tight trousers with her greedy hand. Hungrily she slipped her fingers inside of his pants and dug beyond his underwear until she felt the hot, throbbing meat of his manhood and passionately took hold of it.
"Oh, Christ, yeah, yeah," he gasped, his teeth sinking deeper into her burning boob. "Do that, baby, do that to me! Ahhh, yes, yes, yes!"
Urgently she drew the huge, pounding rod from his pants and held it lovingly in the palm of her soft, delicate hand. He moaned as she ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of his tortured meat, pressing gently against the hot, pounding spear, pinching the round, thick head between them.
She giggled girlishly as she felt him shaking with the tremendous pleasure she was giving him. She curled her digits around his hard shaft and began to pump her hand up and down on his mighty shard, gripping and squeezing as she went along, making him gasp loudly in tight growls of passion and greed.
"Oooo, I love your hard cock, darling," she whispered passionately, while her lovely fingers rode over his throbbing meat. "I love how it throbs so manfully in my hand! I love how hot and thick it is with your passion!"
He groaned loudly and mashed his mouth hard over her quaking tits. He sucked and kissed them wildly, his fevered, harsh tongue slashing at her warm, creamy flesh with uncaring abandon. His fingers were kneading and gripping the lips of her pussy, pinching and caressing the pliant petals with an urgent greed. She gasped as he spread them apart and she settled her luscious bottom on the seat, awaiting his hungry invasion of her pussy with an uncontrollable greed.
"Ahhh, you're so hot and wet," he moaned with delight. "I love the way your cunt gets warm and damp for me, just love it!"
She gasped, a stinging, fiery pleasure she almost could not bear tearing through her loins as he tenderly slithered two, long, thick fingers beyond the palpitating petals of her pussy and sank them into her hot, wet cave.
She felt the angry lust taking hold of her as he drove the two tools of passion deep into her tortured tunnel. She was bucking her body involuntarily against his probing fingers as he twisted and turned them inside of her, scratching lovingly at her steaming inner walls, riding them, down, down, down until they were buried to the hilt in her aching pit.
"Ohhh, my God, Dick," she cried out, her voice echoing loudly in the car. "Damn you, darling, that feels so wonderful! Oh, damn you, damn you, damn you!"
He laughed viciously and began to pump the strong, stiff digits in and out of her moist, wet cave, rocking them from side to side against her slippery, taut walls with every determined stroke. She thrust her body up and down on the soft, warm seat of the car, driving her cunt to meet the plunging fingers each time she felt him burying them in her hot canal.
Now her fingers were riding up and down on his prick, faster and faster. Each time she drove the squeezing, massaging digits down along his aching, burning flesh he gasped as the wave of pleasure tore through his throbbing meat and licked with a flaming need at his tortured loins. He felt her free hand sliding beneath his pounding cock and cupping his hard, tight ball bag in her palm.
She dug her fingers into his taut sack and squeezed the swollen nuts between her luscious knuckles. He moaned loudly as she gripped and kneaded the huge, lust filled stones, rolling them back and forth until he was almost sobbing with the powerful, burning pain that raced through his nuts.
She could feel his passion growing stronger and stronger and her whole body was tingling with the mixture of his pleasure that she was giving him and the fiery wanting of her own greedy womb.
She felt his unoccupied hand gently slither underneath her moist, spongy buttocks and begin to massage them tenderly. He pressed his fingers against her warm, pliant cheeks, squeezing the cute little half moons until she felt her ass tingling with delight and his fingertip twirling around the taut, unyielding entrance to her anal pit.
Her mind was racing with the intensity of her feelings and she could think of little else beyond the passionate attack he was making on her three places of pleasure. He drove the stiff, hard digits in and out of her pussy with a violent urgency. His mouth was sucking and chewing on her luscious breasts with a need and desire that almost drove her mad. Only her delicate, taut asshole was empty of his passion now and for the first time since they had been together she felt his wanting attacking her dank, tight canal.
She shivered uncontrollably as he twisted and turned his finger around the rim of her hot pit. She moaned in pleasure and tried to relax her anal muscles, quivering the moist dot for his assault.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, do that to me," she groaned, feeling the delight of his invasion as he gently sank the tip of his finger into her hot, little bottom. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's so nice, so very nice!"
Slowly he twisted and turned the invading shaft, sinking it deeper and deeper into her hot bum, the thick, creamy anal juices beginning to flow as the thick prong probed her quaking hole. She bucked and rocked her ass and pussy against the twin invasion of his fingers, feeling the stinging, driving delight as they began to ride in and out of her with a frenzied rhythm of greed and desire.
He could feel her passion reaching for the fevered peak that it wanted and he pumped his fingers along her tunnels faster and faster. Her own hand was busily riding his prick and squeezing his balls and his cock felt as if it would explode with passionate relief at almost any moment.
She was pushing and tugging on the rod, trying to drag it to her aching cave. She moaned and cried out her urgency as she forced the prick between her creamy, damp thighs and felt it throbbing powerfully against her warm, needing limbs.
"Give me your cock, darling," she moaned, begging him in an urgent, unashamed voice. "Give me your prick right now! Oh, God, I need your hard cock inside me right now!"
He laughed in an almost vicious tone and allowed her to position his hard, aching prick against her fluttering cunt lips. He held himself steady in the seat, not letting her take his cock any further than it was and slowly he slid the thick, fat head of his cock back and forth between the damp, clutching petals.
"You want my cock, huh, you really want it," he taunted her, riding the stiff meat along her fevered cunt, holding her thrusting, greedy pussy away from him. "Tell me how much you want it, you little slut! Tell me now!"
She sobbed wildly, thrashing from side to side, trying in vain to pull the poised prick inside of her burning cave. She could feel his hungry fingers squeezing her spongy buttocks in their grip and the buried prong continued to ravage her delicate anal tunnel with a pleasing motion.
"Yes, yes, yes, darling," she sobbed, real tears running down her cheeks now as the frustration of not having him inside of her began to tear at her fevered flesh. "I want your cock, I want it! Oh, Jesus Christ, Dick, give it to me! Please, please give it to me now!"
He grunted his approval and slowly slithered the tip of his massive shaft beyond her trembling cunt lips. She screamed with pleasure as he entered her. He held his body steady and took a long, agonized time to drive the thick spear further into her quaking cave.
She groaned her need and clasped her arms tightly around his back. He pushed her knees apart on the seat and thrust forward, burying the hard prick in the depths of her cunt, driving his hard belly against hers in a cruel, determined need.
"You want me to fuck you, baby, do you," he hissed, his teeth nipping painfully at her earlobe. "How much do you want me to fuck you, bitch? How much?"
"Hard, darling, hard," she whispered breathlessly at his neck. "I need you to fuck me hard, right now, right here! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!"
He laughed wickedly and pulled his prick almost all the way out of her. Her strong, tiny cunt muscles grabbed at the withdrawing member, trying desperately to keep the mighty shaft inside of her. He loved the sensation of the gripping muscles and he paused for a moment, rocking a bit from side to side before he drove his prick back into her again.
She cried out in pleasure and pain as she felt him slam his prick along her tortured, slippery cunt walls once again. Her body shook spasmodically as he rode her fevered inner recesses, grinding his hips against hers in uncaring lust.
He lay there, his prick throbbing almost painfully in the hot, gripping pit of her pussy and thrilled to the boiling power of his lust, churning in his loins. She rolled from left to right and forced her pussy tight against him, trying to make him pump his prick in and out of her.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she gasped, nipping fiercely at his neck, bucking her pussy into his belly. "Fuck me, Dick, fuck me! Ohhh, please fuck me, now! Please, please fuck me now!"
Slowly he began to drive his prick in and out of her hot, taut cave. She rode back and forth in rhythm with his thrusting cock, locking and unlocking her cunt muscles around the plunging manhood, thrilling to the marvelous power of it as it completely filled her aching woman with it massive size.
He gripped her ass with his hands and pulled her to him greedily, pounding his cock along her hot inner walls with a fury of passionate greed and undeniable lust. Faster and faster he slammed into her, each stroke he took making them cry out with delight and shake violently with the luscious warm and pleasure that was exploding in their loins.
"Ahhh, you cunt, you whore," he whispered hotly in her ear. "What a sweet pussy you have! What a nice, hot, tight cunt you are!"
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," she groaned, moving up and down in rhythm with his stroking meat. "Yes, Dick, yes, do it! Ohhh, God, do it, do it, do it!"
Back and forth they went. His fingers digging roughly into the spongy warm of her ass, his one digit buried in her bottom, twisting and turning cruelly in her aching bum. He slammed his prick in and out of her violently and felt her legs riding up over his hips, her ankles locking tightly behind him to hold him firmly to her steaming, pulsating cunt.
Faster and faster he pounded his prick into her pussy. She cried out in delicious greed and ground her belly against his each time they met. The windows of the car were steamed up with the heat of their passion and the strong, pungent odor of lust filled the air with its acrid scent.
Jenny's pussy was growing tighter and tighter and she could feel her urgent, fiery lust reaching its moment of exquisite release as he slammed his cock into her again and again. She groaned and cried out in a scream of pleasure as the pounding prick drew her to the agonized moment she had been seeking.
"I'm ... I'mmmm, going to come," she groaned and stammered. "Oh, Dick, Dick, Dick, I'm going to come so good! I'm going to come so good!"
He buried his prick in her pussy once again and heard her cry and sob as a thunderous explosion ripped through her loins and sent a river of steaming come flooding through her tortured pussy. She bucked and jerked wildly, grinding her cunt around his cock as spasm after spasm of insane pleasure tore at her aching flesh.
He laughed loudly as he felt her orgasms rocking her with a violent fury and he thrilled to the burning warmth of her come as it ran down his legs. He held her ass tightly in his grip and pumped his huge cock in and out of her faster and faster. His dick felt ten times its size and her darling pussy lips were nibbling at his flesh as he pounded the cock along them in an uncaring frenzy of growing need.
She locked her cunt tight around the plunging machine and urged his climax on with her strong, gripping muscles. She felt his prick tensing for the delicious moment and then suddenly a boiling, creamy burst of come shot from his cock and seared her inner walls, mixing with the moist river of her own passion.
"I'm coming, you fucking whore, I'm coming," he shouted wildly, slamming his prick into her with a force that drove her ass hard against his gripping hands. "I'm coming in you so good, so damn good!"
She bucked and quaked at the continuing spurts of liquid love shot from his prick. They locked themselves tightly together, the screaming, aching, exquisite agony tearing through them as the harsh, burning liquid waves of relief rolled hungrily through their loins. Harder and harder he slammed into her, the never ending spasms almost tossing them apart.
He buried his prick in her hot, exploding tunnel and lay against her, holding her tightly until the last, spasmodic passions had drained from their bodies and they lay breathing heavily, trying to recapture their spent energy and strength.
After that little incident, she was content and he didn't have much trouble convincing her to go along with the late night drink that John and Marcia had invited them over for.
Now they stood nervously on the porch of the small, white house and stared at the lopsided grin on John's face. He seemed to be sizing mem up as he ran his eyes up and down their figures.
"Come on in," they heard Marcia call from the living Toom. "We've been waiting for you to get over here."
"Yes, yes," chuckled John. "I have been positively breathless for this moment! It was all I could do to keep my anticipation under control."
"Perhaps we should have put it off for another time," muttered Dick. He was thinking that John could be quite drunk. "I mean, we don't want to bother you."
Marcia came to the door and pushed John out of the way. She took hold of Dick's sleeve and hauled him into the house. "I said come in, for Christ's sake, now let's go!"
John shook his head and held the door open, stepping to one side to allow the nervously giggling Jenny to enter. His eyes watched her walk into the living room, following the small, but saucy curve of her rippling bottom as she moved away from him.
Marcia sat them both down on the couch and glared at John. "Well, are you going to get them a drink, or just stand there holding the door open like an out of work doorman. Jesus, John, get your ass in gear!"
He chuckled wickedly, as if telling himself some private joke that only he would understand and he shut the door gently behind him. He walked into the room and asked what each of them wanted.
He went to the small bar on a card table in the corner of the room and poured the drinks, listening to his wife talking to the young couple, sitting uncomfortably on the couch.
"We're so glad you two could make it over," she gushed, using her sweet, pleasing tone on them. "I was just telling John how nice a couple you two seemed and how happy we were for new blood around here!"
"Yes," chuckled John, handing out their drinks and taking a seat behind a typewriter just beyond the couch. "Marcia seems to feel the need every now and then to explore new territory. She's quite insatiable that way. You two look like likely candidates for her attention, no doubt. So young and hearty, you understand."
Jenny stared at him, her eyes wide in shock at the thinly veiled innuendo in his voice. "I, ah ... well, we're always grateful for new friends," she stammered, her voice trailing off.
"Don't mind him," barked Marcia, lifting her drink in John's direction. "He just hates the idea of vibrant, active people," she exclaimed, bitterly. "If John had his way, every human being on the planet would be at least fourty years old!"
"Not necessarily, Marcia," John sighed, shaking his head. "Some would be much younger. In your case I would prefer it be pre-conception, a mere thought in the mind that one could get over quickly, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, that's funny, John, that's real funny," she growled. "You have a great wit, love, did I ever tell you that? Well you do, can't you see how our quests are cracking up, here?"
"Marcia, if I could shut you off, actually put a cap on that mouth of yours, I believe the wind would whistle through the back of your head," he muttered, sipping his drink and staring at the wall in front of him.
"Ahhh, this is a very pretty place you have here," Jenny said, trying to change the subject. "Don't you agree, darling," she added, kicking Dick's foot with her own.
"Yes, yes," he said, gulping nervously and taking the hit. "It's one of the nicest I've seen on the campus. You must be quite happy with it," he added, directing the question to John.
"One gets used to one's traps," he sighed, shrugging his shoulder. "A home is an idea that children have when they are playing grown-up, pretending not to hear the arguments going on down the hall. When you are older, you realize that mere shelter and a few years worth of accumulation have little to do with a sense of being somewhere, of existing in a place that belongs to you."
"God, John, do we have to listen to your lengthy, boring explanation of emptiness. We all know what a horrid little life you have. You're just mad because daddy gave us the house instead of you buying it."
"That's not true, Marcia," John said, brightly. You know quite well that I'll take anything your father gives me," he countered. "After all, I have learned to take it and like over the years, haven't I?"
"Just leave the subject of daddy alone, all right, John," she snarled. "We don't want to take that one around the track again, do we?"
"You brought it up, I was just admitting what a marvelous, wonderful man he is. Why he's almost a, God, you know," John joked, leaning over to speak to Dick. "And one can't fault a god for having a devil of a daughter, now can he."
"You're just jealous, John," Marcia almost shouted. She turned to Dick and Jenny. "You know why he's jealous? Because he's just the same teacher he was when I married him and...."
"And I always will be," John finished for her. "Yes, yes, we've all gone through that a hundred times, Marcia. Nobody wants to hear it again, least of all our little guests."
"Where is the bathroom," Jenny said suddenly. She stood up and Dick looked at her a bit of worry in his eyes. She smiled down at him and shook her head. "I'm fine, darling. I just want to freshen up, that's all."
Marcia stood up and smiled at the rather pale looking girl. "Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place."
The two men watched them go then John took Dick's drink from his hand and poured him another, almost filling the glass with whiskey. They toasted each other silently and took healthy sips from the glasses.
A rather uncomfortable silence settled between them and John stared at the young, robust young man, enjoying the uneasy quiet he was going through. He was thinking about Marcia and the man's wife upstairs, wondering about what they were talking.
"So, are you enjoying yourself here," he finally asked. "Getting along all right in our wonderful little community?"
Dick turned his head and glared at him. He didn't like the needling tone of the man's voice and had just about made up his mind to get out of there as soon as possible. "It's fine, just fine," he replied. "I'm quite happy."
"What about your wife," John said, bearing down on the words. "Does she like it here? Is she happy?"
Dick shrugged. "I'm sure she is, why do you ask? What do you care, really," he snarled, staring at the older man with a defiant glance. He was damned if he was going to get pushed around, even if John was married to the presidents daughter.
"It's important for me to know," John explained. He smiled and tipped his glass in a salute, downing the contents in one gulp. "After all," he explained. "I am married to the eyes and ears of reality, you know."
"What the hell is bothering you, Mister," Dick blurted out. He waved his hands in the air, indicating the room and the world beyond. "Why are you teasing us this way, if you don't want us here, just say so and we'll go. We didn't ask to come over, you know, it wasn't our idea!"
"Take it easy, young-man, take it easy," soothed John, taking Dick's almost empty glass from his hand and quickly pouring him another drink. "I meant nothing by it, you re just nervous and tired. Let me give you some advice, if you want to get on here, that is, if you want to progress, which I can tell that you do; the first thing you must learn is to settle back and enjoy the ride if at all possible. Because you're not riding on a train of your own making vhere, understand that? You have less choice than you might believe. So when Marcia gets back down here and asks you out to see the garden, you'd best go, if you catch my meaning."
He winked obscenely and got to his feet. He walked around the room, sighing and shaking his head, a deep, mournful sound coming from his throat. "I'm very tired, too," he said, turning sharply to face the confused young man. "I would welcome a rest. Even a little one by now!"
He heard movement on the stairs and turned to see Marcia leading the young girl down the stairs. She had changed from her pants suit to a flimsy blouse and loose fitting skirt and John smiled thinly as he could see from her jiggling breasts, bouncing up and down in the costume that she had gotten rid of her bra, also.
"Ahh, the mother of us all and the virginal babe," he whispered bitterly. "Here we are, all ready for the show, aren't we?"
CHAPTER THREE
Marcia scowled at her husband and ignored the remark. She led the girl over to the couch and seated her back beside her husband. Jenny's eyes were getting a bit glassy now and Dick could tell that the last drink she had had put her further out there than she was normally used to. He was about to suggest they leave for home when Marcia spoke up.
"Listen, I must show you the garden," she said to Dick. "I know the wives love it, but I like to get a man's reaction to it first," she explained.
She got up from the chair she had been sitting on and took Dick's sleeve. He stood up, blinking his eyes in confusion, just barely noticing the amused smile on John's face and the way the older man nodded at him knowingly.
Without giving him time to say no, Marcia pulled him toward the kitchen, leaving John and Jenny alone in the living room. She led him down the steps to the back yard and a tiny, old shed surrounded by trees and bushes.
She opened the lock on the door and drew him inside. He stared around, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness when he heard the lock turning in place and suddenly felt her warm, ample body pressing against his.
"Ahhh, you're quite a good-looking man, do you know that," she whispered urgently, running her lips around the rim of his ear and blowing a warm, pulsating current of air against his flesh. "I just love good-looking young men! Love to feel them next to me, holding and loving me hungrily!"
Dick did not know what to do. His body shivered violently as he felt her leg slip between his and her full, rounded thigh pressing against his crotch. Her greedy mouth ran down over his cheek and passed lightly across his cracked, dry lips.
He groaned as a tremor of passion raced through his loins and he felt himself responding to her searching mouth. He turned his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her lightly in return. To his amazement, she mashed her full, succulent petals over his and ran her tongue forcefully across his clenched teeth. She pressed against them with such urgent passion that he slowly parted them and allowed her loving tongue to slither past, slashing wildly at his own.
He curled his own arrow of passion around the stabbing spear and crushed his mouth hard on hers. She shivered and gasped, pressing her body so tightly at him that he could feel her heart beating wildly through his shirt and her blouse and he could feel her trembling thigh, quivering with excitement, riding wildly up and down between his own.
"Ahhh, what a stallion, what a steed," she whispered hotly, grinding her body into his. "I can feel you on fire already, can't I! Well, we'll have to do something about that! Maybe you can give me something in return, too, huh?"
He groaned loudly, throwing his arms around her back, hugging her tightly in a hungry embrace. His lips roamed passionately over hers, kissing and nibbling in abandon as his fingers felt her pulsating spine rippling under his touch and the two, hard points of her nipples dug into his shirt as she mashed her breasts against his chest.
He dropped his hands down to the base of her spine and felt her pert, well-rounded ass quivering beneath them. Slowly he rode the seeking fingers over the jutting half moons, cupping them in his palms and squeezing them gently in his grasp. She groaned in pleasure as she felt his fingers digging in, caressing and kneading her spongy buttocks with an increasing lust and desire.
"Now you're getting the idea, lover," she sighed, dropping one of her own hands to the front of his pants. "Keep that up for awhile, darling, keep that up!"
She pressed the palm of her hand against the throbbing bulge and felt him quake involuntarily as she applied the force. Smiling to herself and began to knead the length of his growing hillock, squeezing the sides of his cock between her fingers, holding it firmly in her fist.
He moaned and swayed from side to side, his urgent, grasping fingers riding up and down over her pliant buttocks, tortured her bottom with their greedy, lustful attack. She moaned and sighed and reached down, taking one of his hands in her own and leading it up to her hobbling boobs.
"The tits, the tits," she sighed, pressing his palm against the frilly front of her blouse. "Play with the tits! Play with them now!"
Eagerly he curled his fingers around one huge, jiggling boob. He could feel the warmth of her passion, now, through the sheer blouse and as he ran his palm over her ample globes, flicking his thumb over her taut, stiff nipples she cried out in pleasure and massaged his cock with a newer passion and urgency.
He kneaded and tugged on her tits, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, loving the quiet, sharp yells of delight that came from her as he played with the lovely nuggets. He could feel the heat burning through he short skirt and the way that her bare, gripping thighs throbbed around his own made his loins tingle with anticipation and need. He did not care about anything now but getting more of this woman's body in his grip.
She was laughing quietly, thrilling to the pounding, shivering prick she was attending to with her fingers and the urgent digits that were massaging her aching breasts. She was sure she had made the right decision now, for he was almost out of control with desire for her.
She reached out with her free hand and flicked on the light switch. A cool, dull blue and red glow filled the room and Dick stared over his shoulder in wonder at what he saw.
In the center of the room was a small, round bed big enough for just two people. Directly behind it was something that looked like a pillory or stock. It had a bar running between two tall poles and hanging from each of the poles were a set of cuffs linked by chain. There were two more of these things on the bottom of the poles and his mind raced with confusion at what he was encountering.
"What is this," he whispered in her ear, forgetting for the moment all about her body crushing passionately against his. "Where have you brought me to?"
"My secret pleasure room," she said, rolling her tongue around the rim of his ear. "The place where I teach studs like you a little manners!"
She suddenly squeezed his prick tightly in her fist and he cried out softly as the terrible but somehow pleasing pain tore through his tortured manhood. He moaned and dropped his head to her shoulder, beginning to sweat with the aching passion and wanting that was pulsating in his loins.
"What ... what do you mean," he groaned, her hand still gripped tightly around his prick as she slowly pulled him forward. "What are you talking about?"
She pointed to the structure behind her and laughed cruelly. "Don't you understand, fool," she hissed coldly. "You've laid your hands on me! You have dared to touch me! Do you think this can go unpunished! It's up to me to teach you a lesson in manners and discipline!"
He walked on unsteady legs, slowly following her to the pillar. "Put up your arms," she ordered, stationing him between the two posts. "Put them up against the wood!"
Slowly he complied and felt her quickly snapping the cuffs over both his wrists. He groaned a kind of worry and fearing racing through him now. His found his prick growing limp in her grasp as she bent down to fasten the other cuffs to his ankles. He had no idea of what she was doing other than the fact that she was binding him to these posts and his body began to tingle with an excitement he had not known before.
She reached up and unfastened his belt buckle then quickly slid the zipper down on his pants. Tugging and pulling she bared his lower body and took his limp prick in the palm of her hand, inspecting it closely.
"Not very hard, are you," she purred softly, stroking the semi-erect rod with the fingers of her other hand. "I have to do something about that very quickly! I wouldn't want you being bad with me any more than you have been!"
He shivered in excited delight as her fingers rode back and forth across his hot, aching prick. Gently she caressed the fevered meat, pinching the fat head between her fingers and slithering her nails along his warm flesh until the aching pain was mixed with a warm, liquid passion that he hadn't felt before.
Slowly the cock grew stiff and thick in her grasp and she could feel the blood pounding in it once more. She cooed in delight and curled her fingers around the hard shaft, pumping her hand harder back and forth across his throbbing spear. His head rolled from left to right on his neck and he moaned quietly as the aching, boiling wanting continued to churn in his loins.
"Ohhh, yeah, yeah," he gasped quietly, bucking his hips forward against her driving hand. "That's it baby, that's it! Make it hard, bitch, make it hard!"
She laughed, thrilling to the power she had over him and she brought her body tightly against his, trapping his prick between her thighs as she raised her skirt above the creamy, smooth limbs. He groaned loudly as she rocked her body back and forth, rubbing his prick against her sheer, damp panties, feeling the pounding blood that was racing through his magnificent machine with increasing frenzy.
"Yes, yes," she whispered approvingly. "I can tell you have all the possibilities of being the man I'm looking for, but first I have to take care of your punishment, don't I?"
She backed away from him, leaving his hard, quaking cock waving helplessly in the air. He groaned at the loss of her warm, trembling flesh and shivered in frustration and wanting as he watched her swiftly unbutton her blouse and drop it to the floor. She cupped and lifted the luscious, creamy globes, squeezing them tenderly in her hands, flicking the nipples, rosy and firm with her thumbs. She laughed deeply as she heard him groan and saw his cock throbbing wildly in front of him. She reached down and unhooked her skirt, tossing it away then reaching down, she slipped her panties down over her elegant thighs, bent her knees and pushed them the rest of the way over her slender, well-turned legs, to the floor below.
When she stood up again, she thrust her body toward him, proudly jutting her large, jiggling breasts and her damp, glistening cunt mound out to his hungry, yearning eyes. She could see the aching greed consuming him and it filled her with a mighty passion and need.
"How do you like this," she asked, her voice husky and urgent with greed and hunger. "How do you like my body now!"
"You're beautiful, beautiful," he croaked, barely able to speak, the desire was so strong in his loins. "Please, please come here!"
She laughed cruelly and made the few steps to where he was confined in a few moments. She pressed her body against his, rubbing her breasts over his chest, digging her nipples into his flesh while her arms wrapped around him lovingly and her legs gently trapped his hard, pounding prick between them.
He felt his meat sliding across her fluttering, swollen pussy lips and he strained forward, trying to drive his cock between them into the hot, damp cave beyond. He groaned as she pulled back, nipping at his neck with her even, white teeth, sucking on his flesh greedily.
"Did I say you could do that," she asked, harshly, digging her nails into his back. "Did I give you permission to put your cock inside of me?"
He could not respond. The greedy wanting was racing through his loins and he could only feel the aching, driving passion that was tearing him apart. He mumbled softly and kissed her hair, rocking his body from side to side as she bent her breasts against him while thrusting her hips away from his.
"I can see that your education in discipline must begin immediately," she cooed, kissing his mouth lightly with her succulent lips, darting her tongue between his teeth in a deliciously wicked manner. "Very well, I know that once you've had a taste of my punishment, you'll be more than ready to please me!"
She stepped away from him and looked him up and down, smiling thinly. His eyes followed her as much as he could as she went around behind him and took a short, leather whip from a hook on the wall.
She ran the handle over his spine and sighed, happily in his ear. "You are about to experience something wonderful my fine stallion," she told him breathlessly. "At first you will hate it, but believe me, after a few moments, you'll find yourself more turned on than ever before in your life!"
"What the hell are you up to," he groaned as she stepped back from him. "I don't understand any of this!"
She laughed and flicked her wrist, cracking it loudly as it coiled around the taut flesh of his waist. He felt the stinging pain and cried out much more from shock than the hurting of the lash.
"Hey, cut it out," he rasped, shaking violently now, a sickening fear overwhelming him. "Fun is fun, but...."
"Silence, fool," she barked, wrapping the thin coil of the whip around him once more, making the air crackle with the snap of the leather as it caressed his flesh. He screamed again and his body quivered with the blow.
"You have nothing to say, do you understand," she hissed. "Nothing at all, except what I tell you to say!"
She spun the whip from his body and seared his aching skin again and yet again with the wicked tool. Each time he jerked spasmodically and cried out as the lash fell against him but the pain, though powerful was not one of agony and after he came to realize that this was a game they were playing, he began to enjoy the wild, stinging sensation of her torturing instrument.
"Jesus, Jesus Christ," he moaned as the cruel leather snaked across his back once more. "God, that's incredible! I've never felt anything like that before!"
"Shut up, fool," she commanded, whirling the whip over her head and slashing it across his red, swollen back yet another time. "I'll tell you when to speak!"
He cried out loud once more and his whole body shook with the force of her attack. He was moaning and swaying from side to side, his legs weak and drained of strength as she flicked her wrist once more and poised the whip behind her head.
"Now, slave, tell me you need to be punished," she commanded, bringing the whip down harder on his bruised flesh. "Tell me you need discipline from me!"
He screamed as the pain tore through him, tingling the root of his loins, making Ids prick throb with a powerful delight that he never experienced. He threw back his head and gasped for breath, the fiery caress of the whip making him more and more need the warmth and pulsating pleasure of her body.
"Yes, yes, I love it, I love it," he gasped as she curled the stinging kiss of the whip around his waist once more. "I love your punishing me! Oh, God, it feels nice. Harder, Marcia, harder, harder!"
Quickly she laced the whip in a full circle around her head and began to strike him in rhythmic strokes. Each time the lash fell her loins throbbed with undeniable lust and need and the vicious, wet crack of leather meeting flesh made her hungry for his prick in her hot, pulsating pussy.
He could barely breath now and his back was alive with the stinging, agonized ecstasy of her discipline. She watched as he rocked back and forth in the grip of the shackles, her spinning, whirling blows twisting him from left to right with each stroke of the lash.
Her pussy was burning with desire and the dim, wonderful memory of her husband's discipline earlier that evening made her quake with desire and greed and flail Dick's body with a fury of lust and passion.
She could almost feel the delicious kiss of the leather against her own skin as she brought it down on him again and again and she knew that she was building steadily toward a marvelous, powerful orgasm in her womb without having a single inch of prick inside of her. She could only guess how wonderful it would be went she took all of his hard, young prick in her fevered womb.
"Beg me to stop, beg me," she ordered him, her breath labored, her words a bare whisper in her throat. "Tell me you are sorry for offending me! Tell me, you tell me!"
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he moaned, bucking away from the driving lick of the whip. "I deserve everything I get! I know I do! Oh, God, how I'm sorry, how I'm sorry!"
She laughed, exhausted by her constant attack on his flesh and she dropped the whip to her side, walking up to him and pressing her moist, trembling cunt against his ass. She groaned in pleasure and ran her hands around in front of him, curling her fingers around his hard, still engorged prick.
"Whaf nice meat you have," she cooed, kissing his swollen, rosy back, licking the bruised flesh with her moist, pink tongue. "Your body is warm and waiting for me, isn't it? Tell me it is, tell me it is!"
"Yes, yes," he said feverishly, his voice loud and demanding. "Yes, I need you now, give me your cunt, Marcia! Oh, Christ, give me your cunt right now!"
"Not so fast," she said,, coyly, ducking under his arm to face him. "Not so fast my fine young steed. I have to make sure you are ready for me!"
She dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue out, slithering it over his hard, manly stomach. He groaned as she slowly rolled the pink, stabbing dart down through his thick, dark pubic hair, tugging on the strands with her teeth in a teasing manner.
He groaned almost painfully as she kissed the root of his hard, throbbing pole, curling her tongue around the shaft, nipping at his burning, pounding flesh with her teeth. He gasped loudly as she worked her way up the length of his tortured shaft, licking and nibbling wildly, rolling her pursed lips over his thick, meaty helmet, her tongue darting and slashing at his thin, narrow piss slit.
"Oh, Jesus, oh, God," he moaned, bucking with the attack, shivering uncontrollably under her working mouth. "Damn, Marcia, damn that's good! That's so fucking good!"
She laughed happily and slithered her mouth back down the hard rod, quickly making her way to his taut, dangling ball bag. She slithered her tongue across his tight, throbbing sack, playfully sinking her teeth into the fevered flesh. He bucked and cried out in pleasure as she opened her mouth and sucked the tortured container past her pliant lips.
Fiendishly she clamped her teeth down on the quivering sack and began to toss the two, hard stones of his nuts back and forth with her wicked tongue. He groaned wildly and his whole lower body quaked as she rolled and sucked on the aching balls, humming a tune and lathering them with her tongue until he felt as if they would burst with the agonized pleasure he was feeling.
She tugged her head up and down and wrapped her fingers around his legs, digging her nails cruelly into his taut, stiff limbs. She laughed as she heard him groaning and after a moment spat out his balls and ran her lips over his prick until they were poised at the tip of his shaft, her teeth nibbling at them erotically.
"Take it in your mouth," he whispered urgently. "Jesus Christ, oh, God, Marcia, oh, God, take it in your mouth right now!"
Willingly, a thrill of power tearing through her, she parted her lips and sucked his prick beyond the fleshy folds of passion. He almost screamed as she locked her teeth around the rim of his helmet, sucking hard of the huge head, drawing it inch by inch into the tight, moist tunnel of her throat.
She bobbed her head forward and felt him thrusting against her, driving a bit more of the huge, boiling engine into her velvet chamber. She gulped wildly, relaxing her muscles, allowing more of the thick manhood to bury itself in the tight, warm canal.
Finally she had sucked almost all of his cock into her mouth and she began to bob her head up and down on the thick shaft, sucking hard and dragging her teeth across his fevered meat with every stroke. He was swaying uncontrollably, totally guided by her rhythmic, plunging mouth and his prick seemed to grow and grow until the skin felt as if it were going to burst and a wild, incredible mixture of pain and delicious delight was searing his flesh.
"That's it, Marcia, suck it," he gasped, his voice tight and constricted. "Suck that cock, Marcia! Suck it hard, suck it hard!"
Harder and harder, faster and faster she drove his tortured prick in and out of her moist, gripping tunnel. She could sense he was nearing a brilliant moment of ecstasy and she wanted him just right for the moment of invasion she was anticipating.
She pulled his prick from her mouth and stared up at him. His body was soaked with the passionate sweat of wanting and his agonized cock was throbbing with the frustration of his loss.
"Do you want my cunt," she demanded, squeezing his balls tightly in her fist, keeping her lips carefully away from the blood engorged prick in front of her. Beg for my pussy if you want it, slave! Beg for it!"
Slowly she stood up, running her body over the hard, throbbing meat that waved wildly in the air. He gasped and groaned loudly as the prick slid between her luscious breasts and tapped pleadingly against ' her hard, flat stomach.
"Please, please give me your pussy," he moaned. He thrust his prick hard against her traveling flesh, feeling the intense pleasure of it pounding over her warm belly and slipping between her legs as she reached full height. "Please give me your cunt! I need your cunt, I beg you! I beg you, Marcia, I beg you, please!"
Laughing wildly, a pounding desire in her loins, she shivered with expectation as she heard his voice. She rubbed her damp, trembling cunt lips back. and forth over the length of his hard prick, thrilling as the heady, violent urges erupted in her pussy and the two, swollen petals seemed to grasp wildly as the fat, hot tip of his prick.
She reached down and took hold of his massive shaft. He moaned greedily as her fingers curled around his aching prick and guided it to the lovely, damp entrance to her burning cave. She felt him shivering violently as she slowly forced the tip of his prick beyond her glistening pussy lips.
He bucked wildly and a bit more of his cock entered her, the heady, wild thrill of her cunt muscles locking around the invading rod making him gasp and moan in greedy desire. Slowly she ground her hips into his body, pushing more and more of the warm, pounding engine into her tight, slippery tunnel. She felt the wonderful, driving sensation of his manhood filling her up and she locked herself around the plunging meat in urgent hunger Deeper and deep she pulled his thick prong into her hot, wet tunnel. He bucked and swayed under the increasing power of her delicious pit and his prick seemed on fire with wanting now as he felt their bellies meet and his cock throbbing wildly in the depths of her marvelous cave.
He shuddered uncontrollably as she locked and unlocked her pussy muscles around his buried shaft. She ran her tongue enticingly around the rim of his ear and crushed her full, round tits hard against his chest.
"Do you want to fuck me, Dick, do you want to," she asked, teasing his ear with her pink arrow of pleasure. "Tell me you want to fuck me, darling, tell me you do!"
She gently pulled backward and quivered her pussy erotically. He gasped with pleasure as the boiling fire tickled his loins and the pounding blood slammed through his prick with increasing power.
"Jesus, yes, yes," he moaned, pulling his hips back and slithering half his cock out of her. "Damn you, Marcia, I do, I do!"
She laughed at his desperation and pulled back a little more until only the tip of his prick remained inside of her. She twirled her cunt around the thick, trapped head then rolled her pussy forward, driving his meat into her once more. He moaned in delight and bucked his groin tight against her crotch, grinding his hips into hers. She giggled with delight and paused for a moment, thrilling to the pounding need of his cock, quaking in her womb.
Once more she pulled back, not allowing him to follow her and he could do nothing, he was totally at the mercy of her passion. She rocked from side to side, driving her pussy forward then pulling it back, making him shudder and scream quietly in aching greed and lust for all of her damp, slippery cave.
"Now, now, now," she hissed in his ear, grinding her pussy against his hard, pounding pole. "Now fuck me, Dick! Now, fuck me hard!"
She crushed herself against him and rocked her cunt from side to side as he pulled back and withdrew then slammed forward, driving his prick back into her again. She rocked with the force of his invasion and shivered involuntarily as the heady pleasures licked at her loins.
Back and forth they went, swaying and grinding against each other, she holding onto him tightly as he dangled from the shackles and rode her pussy with a violent, uncaring frenzy.
"God, you're good, God, you 're good," he moaned, over and over. His prick slithered in and out of her tight, grasping tunnel and she rolled with his rhythm, bucking her pussy forward then drawing back as he reacted to her thrusts. "So fucking good! So fucking good!"
Now they were locked in the wild, burning fire of their passion and their bodies slammed together faster and faster as each stroke of his mighty machine made both of them cry out in delightful agony. The room echoed with the loud, violent smack of their bodies, the sound filling the room, mixing with their grunting, gasping moans of pleasure.
Marcia pumped her cunt up and down on the rod, grinding her hips against him, making the thick, throbbing cock thunder with a steaming greed in her cunt. She loved the wav it seemed to be bursting with need in her pussy and her cunt felt as if it were being dragged higher and higher up to a new and more intense plateau of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, you animal," she groaned, bucking her pussy hard against his throbbing meat, pulling back and then drawing it swiftly in her once more. "Yes, it's almost time, I'm almost ready! Oh, you good stallion, you fucking machine! I'm going to come soon, going to come so fucking good!"
He drove into her as hard as he could, twisting and turning his hips as much as his imprisoned legs would allow him. Her cunt was boiling with need and building passion and he could feel her strong, determined cunt muscles gripping him so forcefully that it almost hurt to travel the distance of her steaming tunnel.
"Now, now, now," she screamed, grinding her pussy hard against his hips, then pulling back and riding him harder and faster than ever before. She locked her arms around his back and slammed into him wildly as a sudden, intense explosion erupted in her pussy and flooded the tight, bursting chamber with a creamy, hot sea of come.
The intense, aching orgasms tore through her again and again and she could do nothing but hold on now as the spasms of lust and pleasure raced through her. She cried and sobbed and the lovely waves of delight continued to burst in her tortured tunnel with increasing and powerful rapidity.
He slammed into her over and over, thrilling to the violent, burning sensations of her orgasm. He felt her rocking in rhythm with his slamming member and he could tell that she was trying to bring him to his own moment of tortured bliss as soon as possible.
She locked herself around him and felt the urgent wanting exploding in his loins. He screamed in delight as the fiery eruption burst in his loins and a steaming, thick burst of come shot from his prick and seared her inner walls.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he cried, riding her pussy uncontrollably. "I'm coming in you so good! Coming in you so God damned good! So God damned good!"
She laughed wildly and ground her body against his, riding the continuous waves of his orgasm with her own, loving the way the hot come splashed against her tight, damp interior, mixing with the thick fluid of her own climax.
Again and again they drove together. The' orgasms seemed to go own forever. He cried out and shivered with exquisite agony as the pain and pleasure ripped through him and he felt her own pleasure boiling and exploding with every stroke he took.
On and on they went until finally she fell away from him and collapsed on the bed behind him, her pussy still dripping with the liquid love that had burned her hot cave and her thighs' twitched involuntarily with the effort of her passion.
He slumped down, hanging now from the shackles, his legs just barely able to keep him from dropping down as far as he could good. His breath was rapid and harsh, each time he sighed a stinging ache tearing through his exhausted flesh.
The room was spinning wildly around their heads and they felt almost faint as they quivered in their positions, trying hard to regain their strength, the last moments of their orgasms still rippling through their loins with small, involuntary shudders of delight.
"Very good, very good," she gasped, staring at his still erect penis, quivering between his legs. "You take orders very well! I just wonder how disciplined your wife is, judging from you, she ought to work out just fine, also!"
His mind barely recorded what she said, but he suddenly remembered Jenny and it all came back to him in a flash. This was insane, he was thinking, all this was insane! He shook his head and moaned at the feeling of emptiness that was surrounding his body and mind. He too wondered what Jenny would say about all this, but at the moment, he just didn't care.
CHAPTER FOUR
John sat in the easy chair across from the rather anxious young woman and sipped his drink, glancing at her every so often out of the corner of his eye. He still wore that thin, wicked smile and he knew that he was putting her up tight.
"So what do you" think of your husband," he asked after a moment, sitting up suddenly and staring hard into her eyes. "What does he mean to you? Who do you think he is, really?"
She blinked her eyes, startled by his question and shrugged her shoulders, smiling weakly. "I guess he's whoever he is," she responded, knowing how dumb that sounded. "I mean, I can't really tell sometimes, you know what I mean?"
John chuckled deeply and nodded, draining off the rest of his drink. "That I do, my little lamb, that I do."
He got up and took the almost empty glass from her hand. He carried them both over to the bar and filled them to the top with wine for her and whiskey for himself. He walked back over to the couch and sat down beside her, handing her her drink and noticing with amusement how she edged away from him as he sat down.
"People are always different from what you think, don't you agree? They all have little clouds of secrecy, their mysterious lives we never see. No, people are not what they seem at all, no one is, correct?"
"Ohh, I don't know about that," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, I'll agree that we all have our secrets, but folks are pretty much the same, don't you think?"
"No, I do not," he said abruptly, shaking his head forcefully. "Take me for example. Do you think I'm that transparent, so easily defined and cataloged?"
"I didn't say that," she protested, feeling uneasy and confused by his argument. The man frightened her in a way she could not explain and she wished that Dick would come back and help her defend herself. "You're putting words in my mouth."
"You're lucky that's all I'm putting in there for the time being," he muttered under his breath. "But you're wrong, you see," he persisted. "I'm not just the dull, easy going, plodding teacher you might expect. Though I don't rush around and thrust myself on poor, innocent fools as Marcia does. I prefer a more refined and casual approach."
Hearing his wife's name gave her a chance to change the topic. She smiled and moved a little closer to the edge of the couch, sensing his body moving toward hers. She took a sip of her wine and nodded happily.
"Nobody told us about your daughter," she said brightly. She grinned at him and shook her head. "You must be very proud of her, being a doctor and everything. It's her graduation day tomorrow, isn't it?"
John almost dropped his glass. He leaned forward and stared at her menacingly. "What the hell did you say," he hissed, a cold, hard glare in his eyes. "What the hell did you just say?"
She gulped wildly, her eyes darting back and forth across the room. There was a dark, powerful violence coming off the man, now and she was really frightened of him. She shook her head and whispered in a terrified voice. .
"I ... I just meant to say ... well, how nice it must be for you," she moaned and tried to get up but he clasped his fingers around her hand and held her in her place. "Really ... I didn't mean anything! I ... I just...."
"She told you," he growled his voice sounding like a tiger's.
"Let go, let go, you're hurting me," she moaned, trying to pull her wrist away from his iron-like grip.
"Let me get this straight," he said, his voice getting an even, almost amused tone as he regained his temper a little. "You talked to Marcia, yes? And she told you about our daughter, the doctor, right?"
"Yes, damn you, yes," the poor girl sobbed, she was quaking in her spot now, tugging on her arm, trying to pry his fingers apart. "She said not to tell you, but I forgot, honestly! I'm sorry I brought it up!"
He let go of her and settled back in the couch as she leaped to her feet and went to the door. He smiled thinly to himself and shook his head. "Well, well, don't worry about it," he whispered, more to himself than her. "After all, it wasn't you that really brought it up, was it now?"
She only heard the sound of his voice. She was at the back door, peering out, calling Dick's name out to the night. All she heard in return was the crickets chirping and the wind rustling through the trees.
Now she really wished he would come back. She wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. These people were weird, there was something wrong with each other. They seemed to hate themselves and everyone connected with them. God, she thought, clasping her thin arms around her shoulders, Where was Dick? Where was he, damn it!
"Come on back in here," she heard John calling from the living room. "We haven't finished out little talk, yet."
She shook her head, wishing she had the courage to stomp out of the house and walk home if she had to. At least the courage to go looking for her husband. But as always, she was a slave to almost any powerful voice and she finally meekly turned from the screen door and walked back into the living room.
John was still on the couch, smiling broadly, all trace of the intense, almost violent anger seeming to have gone. He patted the spot where she had been sitting and reached out her drink to her with his hand.
"Come, sit down again, I didn't mean to frighten you, things just get a little hairy around her sometimes, that's all," he explained in a gentle voice.
Cautiously she sat down on the couch and accepted her drink. She took a sip and kept her eyes on him. He was relaxing against the back of the couch, lighting up a cigarette. He blew out some smoke and took a sip from his drink.
"Well, now," he chuckled lightly. "Marcia told you about our little secret, our proud, little bundle of joy as it were. Now it's your turn."
"I don't understand you at all," she groaned, turning her eyes away from his grinning features. "I don't understand anything around here!"
"Humm, be that as it may, you owe me a secret," he pressed on. "Anyone will do, big or small, it doesn't matter."
"I don't have any secrets," she shouted, her tiny body quivering with anger. "And if I did I wouldn't tell you! Now if you don't stop teasing me I'm going to tell Dick!"
"I imagine he has other things on his mind," John said vaguely. The dry laugh in his voice worried her. "But nonetheless, you owe me a secret and I insist you tell me one. Let's see, ah, why is it you don't have children, hum?"
"I ... none of your business," she stammered. She shifted nervously in her seat and sighed uneasily, looking down to the glass she held tightly in her hand.
"Ah hah," he laughed. "Right on the nose, huh? Damn good for a first crack, wouldn't you say? What is it, you can't have any, right?"
"That's not true," she cried, turning on him suddenly. "That isn't true at all! We can have them, we just don't want them!"
"Is that so, that isn't what you told the doctor who examined you when you arrived in town, now is it?"
She gasped and began to tremble violently. "How did you know that," she whispered in fear. "How did you find that out?"
He laughed cruelly, shaking his head and coughing harshly. "You'd better get used to the idea of living your life in a glass house, honey," he told her. "Things have a way of getting around. I'll bet I know a lot more about you than you think I do!"
"It's ... it's just a minor problem," she moaned, shaking her head fiercely. "It won't last, I know it won't!"
John slowly moved an inch or two toward her on the couch. "Really now," he said quietly. "You don't say! That's quite informative, you know. Especially since it isn't true."
"Damn you," she shouted. "What are you saying, how dare you say that?" She was shaking in anger now, her bright eyes on fire with hatred. "How can you sit here and decide what the truth is?"
"Oh, I don't decide anything, now do I," he chuckled dryly. "All I do is report the facts. Take for instance the fact that your husband might think you two have a problem, but the fact of the matter is, you don't want any and don't intend to have any, isn't that so?"
"No, no, no," she hissed, shaking her head violently and putting her hands over her ears to shut out his voice. "No it's not, no it's not!"
He laughed and pulled her hands away from her ears. He leaned into her on the couch and stared cruelly into her frightened eyes. She was shaking her head violently and almost sobbing in protest and fear.
"No, it isn't, no it isn't," she cried, trying to scream it at him loud enough for him to agree that it wasn't true.
"My ass, little tits," he spat out in disgust. "You can't be bothered with kids, but you can't tell the stud that, can you?"
She fought against his pressing body but the weight of his flesh and the truth of his words would not leave her. She screamed in fear and despair as he leaned right down into her ear and whispered harshly.
"Of course it's true, you prissy little bitch," he barked. "You know damn well what he would do, too, don't you? I've seen dozens like him, he'd toss you out on your can! Unload you, grab some better material. God, you're a disgusting little bitch, how do you do it, plead too much pain? A headache, stomach cramps? Anything to keep his cock out of that precious cunt of yours, right? Anything, anything, anything!"
"Dick," she screamed, dragging the word out in a long, loud wail that spoke of all the hidden fears she thought she had kept a secret so well. She sobbed wildly and shook in his grip. She could hear his laughter echoing in her ears and her mind was spinning while bright, flashing lights exploded in front of her eyes.
"Go ahead," he urged, the hot breath of his anger and labored breathing searing her cheeks. "Call for him, scream for him, he won't hear you! Dick! Dick! Dick," he yelled, imitating her terror-stricken voice.
He turned back to her and sneered. "You think he cares, that fine, young stud of yours," he laughed grimly. "What do you think he's doing out there, admiring the moon or Marcia's precious roses? If so, it's not the particular moon above the trees or the roses in her garden he's paying attention to, I guarantee you that!"
He cackled almost insanely, pressing his lips against the moist, tear-stained flesh of her cheek, kissing her lovingly. "Let me tell you something, little miss," he whispered harshly. "You're someplace else now, these are new rules you're playing by! Everything you've ever known is changed around here, you're back in school again! Welcome to the new world!"
She struggled against him, feeling the ugly, offending touch of his hands running down the front of her breast, his fingers lightly dancing over her heaving globes, pressing against them obscenely. She gasped as she felt his hand rolling over her stomach and cupping gently over her pussy mound.
"Stop that, stop that," she groaned, pushing against his chest with her tiny, delicate hands. "I'll tell my husband, I will! I will!"
His laughter filled the room. He was coughing and barking so loudly in glee that he rolled over against the back of the couch and let her leap from the confining place, huddling in fear against the front door.
"You think he'd care," he said between breaths. "You think that overgrown boy of yours would spend one moment worrying over your virtue? Let me tell this, sweets, he's got more important things on his mind, he's shooting for the top, here. You only get to the top by fertilizing the right pasture and I would venture to say that he's spreading the manure for all he's worth right now!"
"I ... I don't believe you," she whispered frightenedly. "I don't believe a word that you say!"
"Very well then, don't," he hissed fiercely. Then he smiled and his manner changed for heated anger to cold calculation. "However, you and I have some business to attend to. I have never been an ambitious man, but I don't let opportunities slip by when they are staring me in the face."
"What are you talking about," she said, her eyes growing wide with increasing apprehension. "What do you mean?"
"Simply this, I believe you have been a bad, bad little girl and have to be punished for you wickedness. I intend to punish you!"
"You're crazy," she gasped as she watched him walking toward her. "You're insane! You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me!"
"Wouldn't I," he laughed wickedly. "You can run screaming from the house, you can sob wildly in your husbands arms, I don't care. But if you don't wish to have him informed of your little deceit you had better do as I say!"
She groaned in hopeless despair as he reached for her. She knew he was serious and that he would do exactly as he threatened with no second thoughts. She sobbed as he took hold of her wrists and dragged her over to the couch. He threw her on the soft piece of furniture and stood over her, glaring down at her.
"Yes, yes, a very, very bad girl," he said grimly. "I've always had trouble with bad girls, they never seem to repent. You have to just keep on disciplining them. It's sad, but that's the way it is, isn't it?"
He reached down and grabbed hold of her short, blonde hair. He yanked her head back savagely and she yelped in pain. He bent down and pressed his lips against hers, tasting the salt of her tears staining the pink, luscious texture of her delicate mouth. She groaned as he crushed his greedy petals over hers, running them back and forth in an obscene kiss of passion.
Her lower lip was fluttering in an erotic, fear-ridden manner and he sank his teeth into the succulent fold of flesh, sucking on it hungrily as she groaned and shook in his grip.
She felt his tongue lashing at her teeth and she clenched them tightly together until he gave a cruel tug on her hair signaling her not to fight him. Unwillingly she parted the attractive, white teeth and felt the disgusting penetration of his tongue as it slithered over her moist, quivering lips and curled greedily around her own.
She sighed with loathing as he stabbed and entwined the offensive arrow across her luscious dart and his mouth continued to crush and nibble at her lips. She could hear his labored, excited breathing and felt his hand beginning to travel down her neck toward her pulsating breasts.
She felt the horrible shame of the large, meaty paw cupping one, darling mound through her dress and squeezing it lovingly in its grip. She groaned as the working digits kneaded and massage the trapped boob, rubbing it briskly in the flat, pressing palm, almost crushing it against her chest with greedy desire.
"You're mine now, you worthless little bitch," he hissed against her mouth. "I am your master and you are my slave. I will do anything I want with you and you will love it, won't you? Won't you?"
She gasped as he yanked her head all the way back and a stinging pain shot through her neck. "Yes, yes," she groaned, trying to nod her head. "Yes, I'll do anything you want! I'll love it, I will love it, yes!"
Grunting with passionate delight he drove his fingers down along her stomach and belly and flipped up the hem of her skirt, baring her smooth, creamy flesh up to her waist. She had not bothered putting her panty hose back on and her luscious flesh was warm under his caress as he slid his fingers back and forth over the tops of her golden thighs.
"Ahh, warm, young flesh," he sighed contentedly. "There is nothing better to the touch! Marcia's skin has all the appeal of damp leather sometimes, but this is a real treat, indeed!"
She shivered uncontrollably as the offending hands continued to slither over her trembling limbs. He slipped them down between her inner thighs and forced her legs apart enough to reach her hot, throbbing mound.
She groaned a deep, sickening shame coming over her as his searching digits danced across the throbbing hillock and pressed lightly against her damp pit. A gasp slipped past her lips as he rolled his fingers over her panties, sliding them back and forth across the cleft of her luscious, quivering pussy lips. She swayed from side to side and moaned quietly in fear and horror as he reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper to her dress.
"You're growing quite warm, my dear," he chuckled evilly. "One would think you're beginning to enjoy this a bit!"
Slowly he ran the restraining clasp down over her rippling spine and pressed the flat of his hand against her warm, undulating flesh. She sighed as the finger worked their way back upward, caressing and massaging her quivering spine. He sighed happily when he found she was wearing no bra.
"A progressive girl," he commented dryly. "Or is it the fact that you hardly have any tits at all," he added cruelly.
"Bastard," she hissed, biting his lip in return.
He yelped in pain and slapped her face hard enough to make her cry out and cower against the couch. "You forget who is in charge here, puppy love," he warned. "Anymore little tricks like that and I'll toss you to the wolves of truth!"
He pulled the dress down over her arms, exposing her tiny, perfect globes to his eager eyes. The sweet mounds rose and fell with her excited, terrified breathing and they jiggled enticingly in front of him. He smiled in pleasure and curled his fingers around one precious boob, cupping it firmly, the small, soft nipple growing erect under the hard pressure of his palm roaming back and forth across the sweet, rosy pebble.
He laughed wickedly as he felt the tiny nub responding to the pressure of his attention and he quickly took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it harshly making her sob in pain and a stinging, unwanted pleasure that raced teasingly through her loins.
"Don't worry, baby nipples, you're going to enjoy this by the time I'm through with you. That is a promise," he whispered softly.
She hated to think that he was right but she could not deny that the emotions she was feeling were not at all in tune with the way her body was responding to his cruel, uncaring attack. She groaned in building desire as she felt his hand working back and forth between her breasts, gripping and massaging the small, proud mounds, her tiny, pert nipples shivering in delight as his fingers brushed across them.
His other hand curled around the waistband of her panties and roughly yanked them down, revealing her damp, glistening pussy, already wet with the excited juice of her growing passion. Urgently he pulled and tugged the sheer underwear over her beautiful, elegant well-turned legs and after slipping over her dainty feet he tossed them away from him and returned his attention to her luscious hillock.
Her pussy lips were wet and quivering with anticipation as she felt him spread her legs wide apart. He sighed in contentment as he slithered the tips of his fingers up along her damp, trembling inner thighs. She groaned and rolled her head from side to side as she felt the seeking digits dancing across her trembling, swollen cunt petals, tweaking them gently as he stroked the marvelous lips.
"Ohh, God damn you, it's good," she moaned, the fearsome, powerful joy of his caress filling her with a need and hatred for herself. "Why is it so good? Why, why, why?"
He chuckled happily and traced a lazy circle around her twitching clit, snapping his forefinger against the tiny, hard button, making her gasp with pleasure and shiver on the couch as he played with the juicy nugget.
"You want this, don't you, you little slut," he hissed, slithering a finger inside her hot cave then quickly pulling it out. "Don't you want this attention?"
She groaned softly, her cunt boiling with desire and quivering wildly with the need and frustration of the brief invasion of her womb. "Yes, yes," she moaned, nodding her head in despair. "Please, please give it to me! I need it, I need it, now!"
"Ohh, don't worry, whore, you'll get it," he assured her. "You'll get more than you think you will, believe me!"
He yanked on her hair, standing her up and the dress slid over her slim hips and fell into a puddle at her feet. She was swaying from left to right, moaning and purring with desire and she shook uncontrollably, waiting impatiently for whatever else he had in mind.
"I told you how naughty you have been," he said, his voice husky with greed and excitement. "I explained that you had to be punished, that you needed discipline, didn't I, cunt?"
She nodded, sighing in pleasure as she felt his hand massaging the damp, warm place between her legs that yearned for his attention and loving. "Yes, yes," she sighed happily. "I've been so bad, so very bad. I know it, I know you have to punish me!"
"You're learning, bitch," he hissed. He drove his finger into her hot, steaming tunnel and twirled it round and round until he had buried it to the hilt in her taut, dripping pit and was tickling her inner walls determinedly.
She screamed a soft cry of delight and bucked her pussy against his gripping hand, grinding her hips against the pleasing finger that slowly pumped in and out of her fevered cave.
"This is just a taste of what you're going to get," he barked. "Now on your hands and knees!" He pulled his finger from her aching womb and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to the floor. "You're nothing but a bitch dog to me," he said cruelly. "A worthless, bitch dog that needs a good beating!"
She got down on all fours and looked up at him. He was smiling a thin, cruel grin and her eyes blinked in terror as she saw him unbuckle his belt and whip it from the loops of his trousers. He folded it double in his hand and cracked it loudly, the wicked, vicious snap echoing off the walls of the living room, filling her with fear and dread.
"You little bitches are all the same," he said, unfolding the belt and lifting it in the air. "You all need a good thrashing!"
Swiftly he brought it down, it whistled loudly and landed on her bare, helpless back with a resounding smack. She screamed as the cruel pain tore through her and she rolled away from the blow, curling up against the side of the couch.
"None of that," he shouted. "None of that bullshit! You're a dog, a worthless, stupid animal. A bitch that needs to be taught a lesson! Now get back on your hands and knees, bitch!"
Sobbing, she did as she was told and groaned loudly as she watched him raise the belt once more. He whirled it around his head and flicked his wrist, wacking her warm, throbbing flesh once more. Again the stinging pain raced through her exposed back and she howled as she felt the power of the blow.
Her luscious, jutting behind was wiggling in a saucy manner and her licked the twin half moons of delight with the tip of the belt making her yelp in pain as the cruel instrument of pain caressed her darling bottom.
"Don't hurt me any more," she cried, raising her hand to ward off another blow. "Please, stop! Oh, God, please, please not again!"
He ignored her and brought the belt down on her naked flesh again and again. She cried out with each strike and her body shook involuntarily. She could hardly remain upright as he attacked her with the wide, thick leather tool. Caressing her skin in an obscene, loving way.
"Obviously you haven't learned," he said, his voice tight with effort and passion. "You haven't learned to love the belt and more importantly you haven't learned to love your master and his discipline! This will keep up until you do!"
She quaked violently as he continued to spank her with the belt. Her body was aching from the blows but there was a strange, strong tingling in her loins each time she felt the kiss of the leather and she found herself rising a bit to meet the lash, enjoying in some horrible way the manner in which the pain tore through her body and mingled with the growing pleasure in her hot pussy.
"Walk around like a dog," he commanded.
He kicked her in the buttocks and she fell on her face, the bitting nip of the lash bringing her quickly up to all fours again. "Scamper away from me, bitch! Scamper away!"
Moving swiftly around the room he followed her, lashing and licking with the cruel belt. Each time she felt the kiss of the tool she screamed in growing pleasure and shook with the force and beauty of the pain.
"Ohhh, it feels nice," she groaned, quivering in anticipation as the next blow struck. She yelped as the lovely pain tore through her. "It's so good. So nice and hard. Oh, God, hit me harder, hit me harder! Punish me, punish me, punish me!"
John could hardly breath he was so excited. He whipped the long, leather belt around over his head and brought it down on her again. He loved the thrilling tingle that lashed at his loins as he struck her and the delightful way she screamed and was now begging for more.
His cock was bulging against the confinement of his pants and it throbbed almost painfully as he whirled and slashed with the whip half a dozen more times on her lovely naked back. She groaned and cried out, shivering with the blows. He laughed wildly as the painful, aching screams burst from her throat.
Her flesh felt on fire now and she was swimming in a delicious sea of agony. Her body tingled with the stinging pain of the cruel instrument of torture and she was gasping for each aching breath that she took.
"Oh, God, I can't stand it," she whispered with a trembling voice. "It's too much to stand! I need this punishment! I need it, master, I need it!"
He paused in his discipline and stood over her, his chest heaving with his labored breathing. Her back and sweet, dainty buttocks were a cherry red and small welts had appeared all over her tingling flesh. He reached down and stroked them lovingly, listening with satisfaction as she groaned and shook involuntarily under his caress.
"Ahhh, that's a good dog, a good little bitch," he cooed softly. He lay the whip over her and gently slithered it across her beaten back. She groaned and shivered and he sighed with delight. "A good bitch, a very good bitch. But we aren't through yet! After a whipping, a good dog shows her master that she still loves him, doesn't she, bitch?"
"Yes, yes, master," she moaned, wiggling her ass enticingly. "I want to be a good dog for you, honestly I do!"
He chuckled softly and dropped the belt to the floor. He pulled down the zipper to his pants and drew out his hard, throbbing prick.
He walked around in front of her and pushed the huge, pulsating shaft close to her face.
"Don't bother licking my hand," he said, laughing at his own joke. "I'd rather you did my cock instead," he told her. He poked her cheek with the head of his hard prong and ran the tip over her moist, teary flesh. "Now show me what a good and grateful dog you are!"
She reached up and willingly wrapped her slender, smooth fingers around his hard spear. She held it steady in her grip and snaked out her pink, pleasing tongue, running the delightful arrow around the rim of his helmet.
He groaned in pleasure and swayed from side to side gently as she licked his fevered member with her darling tongue. He shook uncontrollably and gasped with a passionate pain when she slashed at the purple, engorged head, nibbling at the hot, throbbing flesh with her perfect, even teeth.
"That's it, puppy, that's baby breasts," he moaned, patting her on the head. "Keep that up! Keep that up, you delightful little dog!"
She could feel the hot, stinging blood pounding through his tortured rod and she felt a tingling thrill in her loins as his passion began to grow stronger under her delightful attention. She worked her way down along the hard, burning meat, kissing and licking the warm flesh, nipping with her teeth and tugging her head up and down until he was groaning loudly, his hands tightly clenched about her sweet, precious head, holding her firmly.
Slowly she reached the root of his massive shaft and gently worked her way around underneath him. She pulled his hard, taut balls from his pants and began to lather the hard sack with her tongue, slithering it around the throbbing nuts, nibbling at the stiff stones with her active teeth.
She felt the fiery, boiling come churning in his sack and she gleefully opened her mouth and sucked the huge, swollen bag between her luscious lips, clamping her teeth down hard on his aching flesh. He gasped as she sucked on the pounding bag, tossing his balls back and forth in her mouth with her delicious tongue.
"Ahh, suck those balls, bitch," he moaned in delight, rocking on his heels. "Suck my nuts, you little whore! Suck my aching nuts real hard!"
He almost couldn't stand the intense pleasure of her wonderful mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down and making wild, undulating noises in her throat that sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through his burning bag. He was stroking her head, tangling his fingers in her attractive blonde hair and sighing with a warm, liquid pleasure each time she hummed her happy tune.
"Good, good, good," he murmured. He rolled her head around on his nuts and made her sway from side to side. "You're getting me there, bitch! You're getting me there, all right! But now the cock, whore! Now work on the cock!"
Quickly she withdrew her mouth from his throbbing balls and nibbled her way back up along his aching shaft. She could taste the sour moistness of his manhood and the thrill of his powerful desire made her feel an urgent, fiery passion in her own, painfully pulsating pussy.
She made an oval with her darling mouth and gently sucked the tip of his cock between her succulent lips. He gasped as he felt her lock her teeth around the rim of his fevered head and lather the tip of his shaft with her precious tongue.
Slowly she pulled more of his hard, thick manhood into her mouth. He moaned in a single, long sigh of pleasure as he felt his pounding meat going deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. The huge, white hot shaft slithered down the soft, moist tunnel of her silken throat, beating wildly against the taut inner walls as she tenderly sucked more and more of the rod beyond her lips until he was buried to the hilt in her velvet chamber.
"Ahhh, that's good," he sighed happily. "Buried in your mouth, throbbing against your throat. Yes, exactly what a worthless dog like you should do! Now show some appreciation, bitch! Start sucking on that prick!"
Slowly she began to bob her darling head up and down, slithering her tightly gripping lips over his tortured flesh, digging her teeth into his meat as she went along. She was sucking hard on his rod, her lovely hand curled around his nuts, squeezing and playing with them lovingly. He bucked back and forth, slamming the huge member in and out of her throat, each stroke causing the boiling passion that churned in his loins to grow hotter and hotter.
"You sweet bitch, you sweet bitch," he groan, powering the massive engine deep Faster and faster she rode her mouth over his throbbing prick. She gripped and tugged on his aching balls, thrilling to the way the steaming blood raced through his organs and the way that he groaned and gasped with her every suck and squeeze.
Harder and harder she blew him. She could sense the massive, intense orgasm coming nearer and nearer and she ached to feel the steaming presence of his come flooding into her mouth and disappearing down the narrow tube of her moist, silken canal. She bore down on his driving shaft and lathered his prick wildly. Her delicate teeth sank into his flesh and her lips wrapped tightly around the plunging meat.
"Ahhh, I'm getting so close, so wonderfully close," he groaned. "I'm almost there, but it wouldn't do! It wouldn't do, not yet! Not yet!"
He pulled his prick from her mouth and slithered around behind her. He pushed his thick, swelling rod between her damp, creamy thighs and rubbed it back and forth over her palpitating pussy lips. The sweet, moist petals parted willingly and she groaned with desire for his hard rod.
"Put it in, put it in, master, please," she gasped. She wiggled her darling ass against his belly and thrust her cunt against the riding rod. "Oh, God, I'm nothing, master, nothing, but I need your cock so badly. Oh, sweet Jesus, do I need your hard prick in my cunt right now!"
He laughed cruelly and slipped the tip of his prick beyond her quivering petals of joy. She screamed in delight as she felt him enter her and she bucked her cunt against the invading shaft as he twisted and turned, driving it deeper and deeper into her hot, creamy cave.
"Take the prick, you whore," he commanded. "Take this hard cock into your lousy cunt! Be glad I'm giving it to you, be glad you worthless bitch!"
Murmuring thanks and praising him deeply she rolled and rocked her hips, her strong, eager cunt muscles gobbling up his meat with hungry desire; He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her steaming womb and she moaned in delight as she felt him grinding his belly against her luscious buttocks, twirling the stiff, thick prick around against her hot, aching inner walls.
Slowly he pulled back, sliding the massive spear over her burning interior. She began to pump the huge meat in and out of her quaking cunt, each stroke driving her wild with burning lust. She bucked hard against the plunging rod, slamming her darling ass hard against the riding engine. She moaned and shivered, the lust boiling in her loins as his thick, throbbing manhood continued to assault her darling cave.
"It's ... it's ... it's, wonderful," she gasped, hardly able to speak.' Her ass pressed hard against his belly and she barely noticed his fingers, gripping and squeezing her soft, spongy cheeks, spreading them apart and twirling the tip of a single finger around the rim of her taut, unyielding pit.
Harder and harder he rode her tortured tunnel. As his cock rammed in and out of her luscious pit he began to probe the dark, moist entrance to her anal canal. She groaned as a spasm of pain rippled through her taut, dark tunnel. She felt his finger slithering past the tight opening and twist its way into her bum, turning round and round, following the harsh, driving rhythm of his pounding cock.
His fingers sank deep into her luscious half moons when he felt her hot, dripping pussy begin to tighten like a wound spring preparing to burst. He rammed his meat along her steaming tunnel with a wild frenzy and felt her shivering in anticipation of her glorious orgasm.
She gasped and shook involuntarily as she felt her cunt seem to grow and grow and the boiling, furious fires of passion licking her tortured cave. She ground her luscious mound into his slamming manhood and gulped frantically as the moment of her release drew near.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... going ... to ... come ... ," she gasped, stammered with the intensity of her pleasure. "I'm going to come, so good! So damn good!"
Suddenly a wild, overwhelming spasm gripped her young body and she screamed in delight as the fiery climax burst from her loins. A thick, creamy river of come splashed into her hot tunnel, spilling over her pussy lips and running down his legs as the waves of delight washed over her.
She bucked and rocked uncontrollably, sharp, piercing the air with her violent cries of pleasure. She shook and sobbed and ground her bottom against his belly as he continued to twist and turn his prick in the depths of her luscious, exploding cave of love.
She shivered with the final traces of her burning fever and moaned in frustration and loss as she felt him pull his prick from her aching tunnel. She was gasping for breath as he leaned over her ass and whispered in her ear.
"Now you have had your treat," he told her in a cold, menacing voice. "But you're still just a shitty, doggy bitch to me! And there's only one place a man can come in a bitch dog like you! Where do you think it is, whore?"
She groaned, unable to speak and felt his fingers beginning to spread the soft, pliant cheeks of her darling ass. She shook her head and tried to squirm away. "I've never had it there," she gasped in fear. "Please, please, don't! I don't think I could stand it! Please don't fuck me there, master, please don't!"
"Silence, bitch," he shouted, slapping her roughly on the top of her head. "I can see you still haven't learned your lesson. Now you will get the final exam!"
He laughed cruelly and she screamed in fear and pain as she felt him forcing the thick, hard head of his cock beyond the tiny, unyielding entrance to her anal canal. She shivered and cried out in agony as the massive, cruel shaft worked its way inside her taut bum. She felt as if her anal tunnel were going to be torn apart as he continued to force his thick, pounding cock down the narrow shaft.
He was laughing in delight and pleasure as he grunted and groaned with his effort, driving the huge engine down, down, down until he was buried in her sweet, warm behind. He put his arms around her and clasped his fingers over her dangling breasts, squeezing them roughly in his grip.
"God, you're good and tight," he said, his voice tight and thick with his labored breathing. "I've never felt such a nice, tight ass before! This is going to be better than I thought, you sweet bitch!"
"Oh, God, God, please don't," she groaned, feeling the hard, throbbing prick quaking in her taut chamber. "Please don't do it, please!"
He laughed, ignoring her pleading voice and slowly withdrew his hot, stiff rod from her quivering pit. She moaned as she felt the pounding meat riding along her tight, anal walls. She shivered with the pain and gasped for breath as he pulled the stiff, thick shaft three-quarters of the way out and paused for a moment.
"Feel it, bitch, do you feel it," he asked, laughing with glee and angry lust. "Can you feel it throbbing in your shit pit? Aching to slam into your tight hole. Well, sweet buns, here goes!"
He thrust forward powerfully and she screamed in blinding pain as he drove the huge member deep into her narrow canal. He twisted and turned, slamming the hard shaft to the depths of her bottom. Her tiny, narrow asshole quivering around his plunging rod and the way her flesh gripped him so tightly, made spasms of pure, aching pleasure erupt in his tortured loins.
In and out he drove the huge, pounding cock against her taut behind. Her luscious cheeks quivered with his every thrust and Jenny was feeling an intense and now thrilling pain that she had never felt before. She relaxed her anal muscles and began to roll her hips in rhythm with his driving shaft. She moaned and gasped and thrilled with each stroke he took.
Harder and harder he slammed into her. She could feel his prick swelling bigger and bigger and she knew that her asshole could not take much more of his rough, harsh assault. She groaned and bit her lip, trying desperately to find his motion and move with in in a single, thrusting manner.
He gasped and kneaded her lovely boobs, squeezing them cruelly, rolling the twin cherry stones of her nipples between his fingers. She swayed from side to side and knew from the way the hot, pounding blood was boiling in his fevered prick that it was only a matter of time before he burst with need and liquid desire.
Again and again he slammed his cock into her. She no longer knew anything but the intense and delicious pain of his attack. She ground her darling cheeks against his waist and rode the slamming meat with lusty abandon. The huge shaft tore at her taut inner walls and she screamed with pleasure every time he powered the huge rod into her.
Suddenly she felt him quivering wildly on his legs and screaming out loud in aching delight. He bucked into her once more and a fiery burst of thick, sticky come shot out of his cock and seared her tight interior. She moaned in delight as she felt the creamy fluid filling her darling behind. She ground her ass against his prick and shivered violently as the spasms tore through his tortured loins.
"I'm coming in your asshole," he cried, throwing his head back and experiencing the insane pleasure of his climax. "I'm coming in your tight, virginal asshole! Ahh, it's good, it's good, it's good!"
He rammed into her faster and faster as the spasms of delight raced through him, emptying his balls of every last drop of precious come. He rode her tight walls with a violent frenzy until at last he was finished and he pulled away from her, weak and spent of every bit of desire.
She collapsed on the floor when he finally left her, a huge, overpowering wave of shame gripping her. Her poor bottom still ached from his attack and she could feel the lingering tremor of pain that was the reminder of the belt she had professed her love for.
He fell back on the couch, watching her sobbing on the floor, curling up into a child-like ball. He shook his head, filled with disgust for himself and stifled a sob that rose in his own, parched throat.
"How could you," she sobbed, staring up at him with hate filled eyes. Her whole body was shivering wildly and she could hardly speak she was so filled with anger and pain. "How could you do such a thing? How could you, you bastard? How could you?"
He shook his head and smiled a thin, weary smile at her. He sighed and got to his feet, heading over to the bar. He stared down at the whiskey bottle and poured a generous amount in a tall glass. He tipped it up and drank at least a third of it in one long, continuous gulp.
He coughed violently, holding his chest and whirled around on his heels. He looked down on the girl and shook his head. "We're in a swamp, my dear, a great, stinking swamp," he said through tightly clenched teeth. "All we have around us are creatures of the slime. You just found out you're part of the bog and you don't like it, I don't blame you, I didn't either at first," he laughed and carried his drink into the kitchen. He kicked open the screen door and shouted out into the night.
"All right, Marcia," he wailed. "You can come back now, fun's over, the serious stuff is about to begin!"
He stumbled out onto the lawn and leaned against a large oak tree. He slithered down the side and sat on the moist, dewy grass. "This night isn't over yet, my dear wife," he muttered under his breath.," I have one or two surprises for you!" Then he began to cackle wildly between frantic sips from his glass.
CHAPTER FIVE
After a few moments he saw Marcia and Dick walking into the house. He shouted out to the young man. "Bring a bottle out," he called. "We should have a little chat, I think!"
The two people disappeared into the house and John sat, laughing softly until he saw Dick emerge from the house, walking rather unsteadily, a bottle swinging back and forth in his dangling hand.
The young man flopped down next to John and poured his glass full of liquor then filled his own with the same amount. He gulped it down and then turned, staring at John with blinking eyes.
"What's ... what's wrong with my wife," he stammered. "She's acting funny. What's the matter with her?"
"I don't know," muttered John. "Why don't you ask your family doctor? They usually have all the little dirty secrets hidden away somewhere. I often wonder if they pour over them in the pit of night, getting their jollies reading of other's pain and sorrow."
"Quit fucking around," barked Dick, he tried to rise but found that his legs wouldn't carry him to his feet. "I want to know what happened between you and my wife in there!'
"Don't get so excited," John said soothingly. "You're all in a thither, tired and stoned, calm down. Here, have a seat and let's talk, shall we?"
Grumbling under his breath Dick sat back down. He felt as if there were at least a half a dozen parts to his mind at the moment, all of them screaming for attention and notice. He rubbed his face and took another slug from his glass.
"I still want to know what went on in there, between you two," he said quietly, choking on the vicious bite of the liquor as he swallowed it.
John glared at him, shaking his head and sneering. "The usual went on," he hissed. "We had a little chat, a chewing of the fat, a right nice, down home, get-together! What the hell do you think went on?"
"I don't know, I don't know," mumbled Dick, sighing heavily as he leaned back against the tree. "I'm confused and half drunk, I don't know what is going on, anymore."
"Well, by the Gods join the club," chuckled John. His voice was dry and raspy and he coughed between laughs. "You think you're any better than what you see around you, stud? Let me give you a bit of advice. Lay down in the mud and start feeling at home, you've got a long way to go before you run things around here!"
"Lessons from the older set, now, is it," Dick said, shaking his head. "When I need help from you, I'll ask for it, grandpa!"
"Don't make enemies you know nothing about, boy," warned John. He lifted the glass in his hand toward the house. "There are a few monsters around her that can chew you up and spit you out without pausing to think about it."
"Is that a threat," Dick said, glaring at John.
Looking as if he were going to throw a punch at any moment, his hands cocked and ready. "I don't like threats, I don't like them at all!"
"You've got a lot to learn, boy," John said gently. "I don't need to threaten you, I could do anything I wanted with you! Believe that and you might have a chance at survival. You may yet get out of this swamp alive."
"Jesus, I hope I don't end up like you," Dick swore under his breath. "I hope to God when I'm your age I've got something better going on than waiting breathlessly for my daughter's graduation!"
John's eyes flared up for a moment then he laughed quietly. "Ahh, Marcia told you about that, too, did she," he shook his head, his voice a sly whisper. "My God she's been a busy little lady this evening, hasn't she?"
"Just the same, don't worry about me, dad, I can take care of myself," Dick said defiantly. "You look out for your own ass, that's all!"
"Humm, good advice," he agreed, his voice growing vague and rambling. "I should have followed it long ago, when I was about your age. I wouldn't be where I am today. I'd been in some cozy, safe nook, living out my days in untangled anticipation for the quiet end. Things get kind of crazy around here now and then, as I suppose you have seen."
"Why don't you leave, then," Dick asked, pouring them both some more liquor. "Just take off, run away. When don't you crawl into a hole and die!"
"Strangely, I can't. I'm needed here and I don't relish the thought of guilt hanging over me any more than it is."
He shifted his body until he was comfortable and then settled back against a limb of the tree. His eyes followed the bright, star-filled sky and he sighed with the tone of a man quiet weary with all he has seen and been through.
"Let me tell you a little story," he began, his voice calm and steady. "It might help to make you understand some things. In my boyhood days, about a hundred years ago or so, I knew a girl. She was quiet a beautiful child and I must say I was very taken with her. Yes, I was in love, as far as that can go with a child, though I sometimes wonder if puppy love isn't the purest of it all. But, at any rate, I loved this girl fully, deeply and without any reservations at all.
"Now she was fond of me, but in a more platonic sort of way, she had no eyes of lust when I was around, but we got along well, just the same. We used to spend hours just sitting on the grass, talking about whatever popped into our minds and though I was older, she taught me more about beauty and compassion than anyone else I've ever known.
"However, my mother, who, as mothers go could have made a good run for the money as the wicked witch of any fairy land, did not care for this close and loving relationship that I was carrying on. I have often felt that she was jealous of us. Very natural I will admit, rather a casebook study in fact. Be that as it may, she resolved to end my affair whatever means it took."
Dick stared at the older man, who was staring far off into the distance now. John's voice had a rhythmic, almost musical quality about it and the younger man found himself almost hypnotized by the sound of his words.
John took another healthy slug from his glass and lit a cigarette before continuing. "After a period of time, though my mother very cleverly planted dark thoughts in both of our brains whenever she got either one of us alone, the girl and I grew even closer. My heart used to pound every day when I made the journey home from school, knowing that soon I would see her and gather her in my arms, kissing her deeply, tasting the sweet wine of her lips that was as pure and clean as anything I'd ever known. It got so all I wanted to do was be with her and my mother was going crazy trying to break us up, having no success at all.
"Ahh, but one day she found the master plan. She was a clever woman as I have told you and only she would have figured out what to do. How to strike the master blow that would shatter my illusions enough to ruin the decent thing we had.
John shook his head, almost sobbing with the memory and Dick could see that it was a painful one for him. The older man trembled lightly as if the night were a chilly demon lashing his flesh and not the warm fall evening that it was.
"What happened," Dick asked him softly. "What did your mother do to bust it up?"
"Why the vicious bitch took her to bed, of course," John replied, his voice savage and filled with hate. "I walked in on them together, she had made sure I'd find them. I vomited on the spot and my heart went cold as ice for the girl. I never spoke to her again!"
A quiet, almost aching silence filled the air and Dick shifted nervously in his place, wondering if he was supposed to make a comment on the explanation. He took a drink from his glass and wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.
"What happened to the girl," he asked softly. "What ever became of her after that?"
"What? Oh, she died," John said, laughing with a hollow voice. "She was beaten to death in a fit of passion. My mother could get carried away sometimes, you see? Do you believe that?"
Dick stared at him in horror. The feel of the whip still tingled on his back and he gulped a couple of, times, staring into John's rather misty eyes, trying hard to figure out if the man was lying to him or not.
"I don't know what to believe anymore," he said, groaning as he stood up. "All I know is that this evening is insane and I'm tired of it."
John climbed to his feet and nodded. "That's why I told you the story," he explained. "I wanted you to understand that things are never what they seem, that you must look for what's underneath, what you're afraid to find, if you want to survive!"
"All I want to do is get my wife and go home," Dick said, shaking his head and making his way toward the house. "That's all I care about right now!"
"You don't see my point," John rasped, following him across the lawn. "You have no idea how dangerous it is for you, here!"
"All-I see is a broken down old bastard, scared shitless of his position, trying to frighten me," Dick snarled, waving his hand behind him to make John leave him alone. "You're pathetic. You lost your chance now you want me to lose mine, too! Well, forget it, buddy, I've got a long ways to go before I'm washed up!"
"Not as long as you think," John mused, following him up the steps and into the house. "Every time you turn a corner, the horror that you have avoided for years can leap into your face. That is a ruthless, uncontrollable fact!"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," laughed Dick. "Well, you just keep reminding yourself, I don't need it," he sneered. He reached the living room and called through the house for his wife. "Where the hell are they," He muttered angrily. "I need to get some sleep, damn it!"
"Marcia's probably showing her the house," John laughed, softly, then he added, under his breath, "Like she showed you the garden!"
"What, what was that," Dick said, barely hearing and understanding the words. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," John said, shaking his head. "You said you don't need my help, then you don't need it. Don't bother listening to me, I'm too far gone to be coherent. Just ignore what I say, settle down in breathless anticipation of whatever will happen next. I'm sure you'll be amused." Dick glared at him, watching the older man sitting down on the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. He watched the slow, even rise and fall of John's chest as the man tried to relax. He realized that John wasn't going to talk to him any more for the moment and he went to the bar and poured himself another drink, carrying it over to the easy chair. He settled into the comfortable thing and waited for his wife to come back from whatever she was doing.
What Jenny was doing was listening to Marcia prepare her for the final event of the evening. She watched closely as the older woman selected a short, sheer gown from a closet filled with them and brought it over to her.
Ever since her experience with John she had felt her willpower leaving her and by now she was ready to do anything that she was told. She listened dully to Marcia explaining what was going to happen.
"My husband and I have performed this function many times before," Marcia explained, holding the garment up against the seated girl's body. She nodded and clucked to herself. "Yes, this will do nicely. You see," she went on. "There are so many young people like yourselves that need guidance and stern discipline and so few people around to provide it. I'm sure you understand."
"I do," the young woman nodded. "I really do! I didn't know that until tonight. But now, I'm so confused and upset, that I can only bow to your wishes and suggestions. I need the help!"
"Ahhh, my sweet child, don't worry about that," Marcia cooed. "John and I have been doing this for years! We'll be able to help you, I promise you that!"
She nodded at the young woman and then watched with eager eyes as the sweet girl quickly undressed. Jenny stood up and ran the zipper down the back of her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her half-naked young body to Marcia's hungry eyes.
Marcia felt her loins tingling with pleasure as she watched the girl's small, round breasts jiggling enticingly while she bent to remove her panties. When she stood up again, she was completely naked and Marcia sucked in her breath passionately at the sight of the girl's almost bare pussy, the golden strands of cunt hair damp and glistening with cunt juice.
She gestured with, her head and Jenny swiftly pulled the gown over her own, sliding it down her arms until it almost reached the floor and her dainty, well-shaped feet. Marcia put out her hands and the young woman took them in her tiny fists and squeezed them tenderly.
"Now, I think we are ready to begin," Marcia told her in a tight, husky voice. "Follow me," she added and then led the girl out of the room.
CHAPTER SIX
When Dick saw the two women coming down the stairs, his eyes blinked a couple of times, not quite understanding what he was seeing. He got to his feet and began to approach his wife but Marcia held up her hand.
"The time is running out," she said breathlessly. "You both have been put through the first test, now we must finish the exam! We have to see whether or not you measure up!"
Dick shook his head and groaned in despair. "What is going on here, what are you up to now? Haven't we all been through enough?"
"Marcia doesn't think so, do you my dear," chuckled John. He tossed down the rest of the drink and sighed with weary resignation. "And whatever Marcia wants, my boy, Marcia has a way of getting. Isn't that so, dear?"
"Shut up, John," the woman hissed. "Fun time is over. I haven't the energy to spar with you anymore, tonight."
John laughed bitterly and shook his head. "I ran out of energy a long time ago, love. I've been going on sheer willpower alone, for years, now!"
Marcia ignored him and stared into Dick's eyes with a cold, harsh penetrating look that made the young man feel uneasy all over his body. His eyes kept shifting back and forth between her and his wife and he did not like this one bit.
"We're going home, Jenny," he said flatly. "Put on your clothes and let's get out of here!"
"You're going nowhere," Marcia hissed. "Both of you are going to be reduced to whimpering slaves before you leave and you'd better get used to it!"
She turned to the young woman and took her in her arms, embracing her tightly and running her lips over Jenny's in an erotic kiss of passion. The young woman shivered in delight and responded willingly, mashing her mouth tightly against the other woman's slithering her fine, pink tongue back and forth over Marcia's teeth until they parted and allowed her access to her own, quivering dart.
"You're insane, insane," shouted Dick, a heady, racing fear in his belly as he watched his wife, obviously enjoying what she was doing. "Stop it, Jenny, stop it right now," he cried, moving toward them.
"You shut up," he wife snarled. "We're all scum here and you know it! You've always known it! That's why I don't want any babies by you and I don't intend to have any, either!"
Dick stumbled backward, shocked by his wife's remarks. He watched as she resumed her kissing with Marcia, quite clearly forgetting all about him and John as she began to run her fingers up and down the older woman's back.
Marica laughed in pleasure, curling her tongue around Jenny's slashing, hungry arrow as it invaded her mouth. She roamed her lips hungrily over the girl's seeking petals and curled her fingers beneath Jenny's soft, spongy bottom, jutting pleasingly against the tight gown she was wearing.
She sank her fingers into the soft, pliant flesh and kneaded the darling bottom greedily. Jenny groaned and pressed her body tightly against Marcia's, their breasts mashing together in frantic passion.
Their hands were massaging each other's behinds in a frenzy of desire and Dick was helpless to do anything but look on with building horror and a terrible, shameful warmth that was growing in his loins.
Marcia crushed her lips against the succulent petals of Jenny's mouth and whispered in thick, raspy desire against the precious folds of flesh. "You are nothing," she said harshly. "You are the most worthless whore in the world. A useless piece of garbage that I can do anything I want with!"
"Yes, yes," moaned the girl, a sob rising in her voice. "I know, I know, the only thing I'm good for is abuse! Oh, God, Marcia, abuse me! Abuse me!"
She fell to the floor on her knees and buried her head between Marcia's warm, ample thighs. She could smell the steaming, heady aroma of the older woman's passion rising from her burning cave and she rubbed her cheek against the hot mound greedily.
"You want my cunt, don't you, scum," Marcia taunted. She grabbed the young woman's hair and jerked her head back painfully. "Isn't that what you want, bitch? Isn't it my cunt you want more than anything in the world!"
The young woman nodded painfully, the aching spasms tearing through her, bringing tears to her eyes. "Oh, God, yes, yes," she moaned, a thick, aching sob in her voice. "Please give it to me, please, please, please!"
"What about your husband," laughed Marcia, feeling the girl quivering with lust and fear. "What about his cock, don't you want that, too?"
She brought the girl's head back to her crotch and felt Jenny's arms wrapping around her thighs, burying her eager mouth between her legs, kissing her pussy through her clothing.
She licked the wet panties.
"I want them both, I want them both," chanted Jenny, pressing her face hard against the warmth of Marcia's cunt mound. "I need all of it, all of it, please!"
"You beg very well," Marcia laughed cruelly. "I like the way you beg, it shows the proper respect! Strip, bitch, in front of all of us, I want to have another look at your pathetic body!"
As the girl got to her feet and quickly complied with Marcia's order, the older woman glared at the shocked and sickened Dick. "Well, what about you, stud," she sneered.
"Do you think you're any better."
"I think it's your turn," John said dryly. "Nobody get's left out of this fun," he added grimly. "We're all involved, now!"
"Come on, pig," Marcia roared. She turned the girl around to face her husband. Tears were running down Jenny's face as she stood naked and trembling in front of him. "Get those clothes off, you worthless dog," she barked to Dick. "I want to see both of you disgusting animals in the raw flesh!" .
As if he no longer had any will power at all, Dick began to remove his pants and shirt. His fingers were trembling as he fumbled with the button to his shirt and pushed his trousers and underwear down to the floor. He stripped off the shirt and stood as revealed as his wife.
"Now you two pigs can play for us," Marcia laughed cruelly. "I think it would be a nice stimulation to watch two worthless animals rutting around on the floor, don't you dear," she said to John.
"Oh, indeed, indeed," he answered, laughing happily. "Would probably make the whole night, of which there isn't much left," he added, pointing to the slowly rising sun.
The two older people shoved Dick and Jenny into the center of the room. They stood just inches apart, their eyes trying to avoid each other's gaze. They were trembling in fear and shame and stood in their spots, not moving at all.
"Get to work, you two," barked Marcia. She picked John's' belt up off the table and snapped it out across Jenny's naked bottom. The sharp scream that came from the girl filled the room with it's terrible sound. "Come on," Marcia hissed. "You act like a couple of virgin kids instead of the animals that you are! Get to work on each other right now!"
Slowly the two young people came together in the center of the room. John and Marcia watched them embrace, both of the older people feeling their loins quaking and pulsating with excitement as they watched the young couple's degradation.
Marcia flicked the belt out again, smacking it across the young woman's back. Jenny gasped and mashed her mouth against Dick's, kissing him hungrily. He moaned in growing pleasure, feeling his prick begin to harden and he ground his mouth over hers in response.
Their tongues met in a passionate entwining and their loud, wet kissing echoed through the room with is sloppy sound. Dick felt his wife's tiny, hard nipples digging into his chest and he quickly ran his hand down over her buttocks, cupping the pert, precious mounds lovingly in his grasp. He squeezed her soft, spongy flesh and slithered his finger up and down along her hot, dark anal dot, feeling the taut entrance quivering in anticipation.
Marcia made her way around them, snapping the belt out as she went along, the thick, cruel leather caressing them painfully with every stroke. She laid a patch of strokes over Dick's back and each one filled the young man with pain and intense desire as he mashed and slithered his mouth over Jenny's, his fingers gripping and kneading the flesh of her bum with frenzied wanting.
"That's it, now you're getting the idea," Marcia laughed. She flicked out the belt again, catching the trim, creamy flesh of the back of Jenny's thighs. The girl cried out in muffled pain and Marcia thrilled to the aching sound of her weak voice. "It's so nice to discipline animals like yourself! I can never get enough of the belt and I'm sure you can't, either!"
Jenny's fingers curled around her husband's growing prick and she felt him groan in pleasure as she squeezed it tightly in her grasp. The hot, aching blood was pounding along the entire length of his hard rod and she could not deny the growing fever in her loins and she began to pump her fingers up and down along the stiff shaft, tugging and pulling urgently on his tortured flesh.
Dick groaned in pleasure as the lovely digits continued to attend to him. He rolled his fingers beneath Jenny's tender bottom, slithering them back and forth between her elegant thighs. He felt the tips of his digits growing moist and slippery from the hot juice of love that was pouring from her pussy and his balls were aching with an intense passion that was stronger than ever before.
"What an adorable couple," John sneered, rubbing his hands together in happy anticipation. "Just like a couple of puppies, wouldn't you say?"
"Worthless pigs," hissed his wife. She cracked the belt out again and again slashing and stinging the two young people with her every blow. "Pigs belong on the floor," she barked. "Get down there you two animals. Get down on the floor, scum!"
She lashed Jenny's shoulders a couple more times as the two young people sank down to their knees. Their mouths were working hungrily on each other and their moans of pleasure mingled erotically in the quiet of the early morning.
Dick slithered his free hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and cupped one of Jenny's jiggling, small breasts in the palm. He squeezed his fingers tightly together, mashing the tiny bud of her nipple against his greedy flesh. She groaned and thrust herself tightly against him, sighing with increasing passion as he kneaded and massaged her aching mound.
Her darling hand rode hard along the thick, throbbing meat of his cock. She dragged her nails across his fevered flesh, sinking them into the hot skin and tracing an urgent, loving path as she went along.
"Oh, Dick, Dick, you're so strong and hard," she moaned. "I love your cock, I love it!"
"You love what I tell you," hissed Marcia, caressing her back with the tongue of the belt once more. "I want to hear you tell me what kind of pigs you are! Now tell me, tell me loud!"
As the belt whistled down on their backs a few more times, Jenny screamed out in response to the blows and Marcia's command. "I'm scum, I'm scum," she moaned loudly. "I am worthless! An animal, a pig, oh, God, what a pig I am!"
"And what do you love, you worthless shit," Marcia demanded, smacking him with the thick of the belt. "Tell me what you love!"
"I love discipline, I love the belt and being abused," the young man groaned, shivering with pain and intense pleasure as the older woman struck and harassed him. "I'm nothing but garbage and I need the punishment, I need it badly!"
He bucked and quaked as the blows continued to fall and his body burned with the mixture of pain and pleasure he was experiencing. He slithered his fingers between Jenny's thighs and ran them up and down along the quivering petals of her pussy lips.
She gasped in delight and thrust her cunt hard against his hand, grinding her hot, trembling mound over his cupped palm. She felt his thumb dancing lightly over her twitching, erect clit and the sweet button felt as if it were going to explode with the powerful sensations she was feeling.
Her body shaking with the uncontrollable lust that was boiling inside of her, Marcia beckoned her husband over with the slender, graceful wave of her fingers. He sighed, almost refusing to do as she asked, but finally rising to his feet and joining his wife beside the active young couple on the floor.
They stood above Dick and Jenny, holding each other in a light embrace. Their mouths met in a hungry, greedy kiss and John felt his wife's eager, slashing tongue slithering back and forth across his teeth, anxious to part them and find his own.
He put one of his hands over her full, heaving breast and squeezed it roughly through her light sweater. She moaned and rocked on her heels, gently swaying from left to right as he kneaded and massaged the huge globe, thumbing her nipple through the soft material of her sweater.
"God, they get me horny," she groaned in a tight whisper. "I get so turned on watching them rutting around like that, don't you?"
"Of course, of course," he hissed through his slightly parted teeth. "Why to you think I do this? I love disgusting myself and degrading them! It's what keeps us alive, don't you know?"
He slid his hand under her blouse and crushed her bare, spongy tit under his palm. Marcia gasped in delight and pressed her massive chest against the seeking digits. She moaned happily as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it cruelly until she cried out in pain.
"I love it when you hurt me," she moaned quietly. "I can't stand it, it's so wonderful. I just can't stand it!"
His other hand slid down over her pulsating belly and clutched her warm, throbbing pussy. She gasped as she felt the kneading hand rubbing her cunt mound wildly, every stroke of the marvelous tool bringing the hot river of passion in her loins closer to a frenzied, unbearable boil.
She reached down and curled her fingers over John's hard prick, pounding against the confinement of his pants. She felt the thick shaft bulging under her lightly pressing fingers and she thrilled to the sensation of the hot blood that raced through the massive prong, beating wildly against her hand.
She gripped and kneaded his meat, pinching the bulbous head between her fingers pushing and pulling on the rod until he was moaning loudly and running his hand swiftly up and down along her tortured cunt lips.
"Look at the pig, look at the animals," Marcia gasped, her eyes aglow with delight at the two people on the floor. "See what scum they are! See how worthless and so much like animals they are! Look at them, look at them!"
John watched intently as the young people were all over each other's bodies. Dicks seeking, eager fingers were gently sliding in and out of Jenny's hot, slippery cave. He twirled and twisted them along her hot tunnel, pumping them in and out of her in a rhythmic manner, each stroke sending her back and forth on her knees, her eyes shut tight in the glory of her desire and pleasure.
She shivered and rocked and drove her lovely hand up and down on his prick. The engorged shaft was swollen and throbbing painfully in her tiny fist and his mouth was eagerly running down her slim, elegant neck to the tiny, alabaster globes of her sweet boobs.
She moaned as she felt his tongue slithering across her creamy flesh. He licked and kissed the darling spheres and nibbled at the tender nipples with his teeth. She gasped when he caught a single button between them and sucked hard on her moist nugget, sending a pulsating spasm of delight racing through her loins.
"Ahhh, Dick, it's so nice, so very nice," she sighed, her voice filled with agonized lust. "Kiss my tits, darling! Fuck my cunt! Hurt me, abuse me, please!"
"You taste so good, darling," he replied, his lips pressed tight against her quivering breast. "You taste so sweet and delicious! I could eat you alive!"
Marcia laughed cruelly and thrust her pussy against her husband's working hand. "Listen to them," she hissed in pleasure. "Listen to their disgusting desire!"
As if urged on by the older woman's sneering insults the two young people attacked each other with a renewed and increased passion. Dick drove his fingers into Jenny's pussy faster and harder, scraping her hot, burning inner walls wickedly with the rough, uncaring prongs.
She was tugging and twisting his prick back and forth, making him groan with an unbearable delight as she powered her fingers up and down on his prick. The cock felt on fire and he did not know how much more of this delightful beauty he could stand.
He chewed hungrily on her tits, sinking his teeth in and tugging his hungry mouth from side to side. His tongue licked and lathered every inch of her creamy, warm flesh while his hands felt damp and slippery from the thick, sticky juice that poured from her cunt.
The older couple was swaying wildly in their embrace. John was kneading Marcia's breasts with one hand and assaulting her pussy with the other. He loved hearing her cry out as he twisted her tits in his grip, pulling on the thick hard nipples with his fingers. He had forced her pants to slither past her cunt mound and they were soaked now with the thick juice of her desire as he pumped the fingers across her swollen petals of passion and felt the fiery heat of her love escaping from her fevered cave.
She was driving her hand back and forth over the fat mound that pressed against the front of his pants and she heard him groaning in pleasure as she pulled and pinched all of the thick meat with her loving hand.
"God, God, God, I need this," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she buried her mouth in the crook of his shoulder and sank her greedy teeth into his neck. "I need all of this sickness! I need it all! On the floor, the two young people were beside themselves with wanting and lust. Dick was trying desperately to make Jenny lay down on the floor. He pushed with his hand against her belly and his mouth against her breasts and moaned loudly in an agonized voice.
"I need your cunt," he groaned. "I need to fuck your hot cunt right now! Oh, Jenny, Jenny, let me fuck you hard right now!"
"Yes, yes," she gasped, falling on her back and spreading her legs wide apart, inviting him inside her steaming tunnel. "Fuck me, Dick! Fuck me hard right now!"
"Wait, wait," shouted Marcia in a breathless voice. "Don't you two animals make one move! Not until John and I are ready, pigs! Not until we're ready, too!"
She nodded at her husband and began to strip off her clothes. Sighing, John did the same as the two young people waited breathlessly and eagerly on the floor for whatever the older couple had planned for them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In moments Marcia and John were nude and staring down at Dick and Jenny, still shivering in anticipation on the floor. Marcia nudged the young woman with her toe and jerked her head in Dick's direction.
"You two pigs are animals anyway," she explained in a harsh voice. "So you should fuck like animals! On your hands and knees, bitch! I want him fucking you dog style."
Eagerly Jenny did as she was told. Her cunt was on fire with desire and she didn't care about anything except the presence of her husband's cock in her tortured cunt. She felt her body tingling wildly and knew deep in her soul that a large part of her passion was coming from the humiliation she and Dick were receiving.
Marcia led them over to the couch where she sat down, her legs wide apart. She motioned with her hand, chuckling nastily. "And of course, you want my pussy, don't you, cunt," she barked. "You want to eat my pussy right now while he's fucking you, don't you, you little piece of garbage!"
"Yes, yes, yes," the young woman moaned, eagerly riding her lips along the warm, creamy flesh of Marcia's inner thighs. "That's what I want! That's what I need! I need your cunt and his cock together!"
Slowly she worked her way upward. She lathered the trembling, dampness of Marcia's limbs, kissing and licking the flesh hungrily as she went along. Marcia moaned and sighed contently, opening and closing her legs on the girl's urgent assault. She saw her husband coming over to the couch and watched as he straddled her, throwing a leg on either side of her quivering body.
"And you want my prick in your mouth, don't you Marcia, my sweet whore," he said viciously, his voice empty of pleasure or joy. "Don't you want to suck my hard cock while she is eating you out?"
Marcia nodded briskly and reached up, taking hold of the stiff spear that waved back and forth in front of her eyes. She curled her fingers around the massive shaft and squeezed it tightly in her fist. John moaned and shook uncontrollably as the wicked pleasure of her touch raced through his loins.
She laughed in delight and began to slither her fingers up and down along his stiff rod, gripping and kneading the hot, engorged tool as she went along. She gasped with delight as she felt the pounding blood almost burning her fingers and she lovingly drew it toward her willing mouth.
Dick positioned himself steadily behind his wife's exposed buttocks. He reached beneath her and fingered her dripping, steaming pussy lips. He felt her shudder involuntarily as he pried them apart and she was rocking from side to side, thrusting her darling ass backward as he brought his thick, pounding meat between her moist, warm thighs.
She gasped as she felt the tip of his shaft sliding beyond her quivering cunt petals. Slowly he pushed forward, driving his prick deep into her aching cave, filling her pussy with his young manhood.
She groaned loudly and ground her ass against his belly, clutching as the invading shaft with her strong, working cunt muscles. She thrilled to the powerful sensation of his throbbing meat beating out of control in her taut tunnel and she wiggled her bottom erotically against his warm flesh until he was buried to the hilt in her hot, damp cavern.
"The cunt, you pig, get to the cunt," growled Marcia, yanking her head around and pushing it between her legs. "Don't worry about him, he's going to fuck your rotten hole all right! Just you pay attention to my pussy, that's all! Now eat it, bitch, eat it hard!"
Moaning with the delight of her husband's sinking cock and thrilling to the hot, delicious taste of the creamy juice that flowed from Marcia's womb, Jenny bent to the task of pleasing her.
She ran her tongue along the rim of Marcia's twitching cunt lips and the swollen petals quivered with pleasure. Tenderly she slithered her pink, seeking dart over the hot mound of Marcia's hillock and traced a lazy circle around the throbbing, erect nugget of her clit. She sucked the sweet button between her teeth and stabbed at it with her tongue, making Marcia gasp and moan in aching delight.
Gently the precious young . woman sucked on the creamy pebble, drinking the juice that coated it hungrily, swallowing the sour-tasting liquid greedily. She moved her lips around the rim of the clit and lathered the button wildly while Marcia bucked and groaned with an intense passion.
"The cunt, you little toad," she gasped, thrusting her pussy hard against the young woman's eager face. "Eat the cunt! Eat the damn cunt now!"
Rapidly Jenny ran her mouth over the parted lips of Marcia's pussy. She rolled her stabbing tongue up and down between them then gently slithered the searching spear beyond the damp, hot entrance to the steaming, taut cave that was near to exploding with her very invasion.
Marcia gasped with delight as she felt the girl's tongue slithering down her burning interior. Her pussy felt on fire and she hungrily drew John's prick toward her mouth, pursing her lips for a passionate kiss. She pressed the succulent, moist petals to the head of his engorged shaft and her husband gasped in pleasure as he clasped both of his hands on her luscious, spongy breasts.
He gripped the warm, pounding globes tightly in his hand and began to knead and massage them while his wife was busy licking and nibbling at his hard, throbbing meat. She slid her teeth down along his hard, pounding shaft, her tongue slashing over the burning flesh greedily.
"Ahhh, that's it, Marcia, that's it," he moaned, swaying back and forth above her as she continued to pleasure his hard rod. "Now you've got the idea to make it work! Ohhh, do that prick, you bitch! Do it now!"
Passionately she slid her teeth over his hard, taut ball bag and sucked the hard sack into her mouth. She began to slap the huge nuts back and forth with her luscious tongue, tugging on the heavy container until he was gasping and bucking against her working mouth, his groans of pleasure mixing with hers and Jenny's and Dick's in a quartet of lusty sound.
Marcia shivered to think of how turned on her husband was. She nibbled hard on his ball bag and lathered his nuts with her special arrow. Her fingers were clasped right around his thighs and she dug her nails into his flesh in a frenzied, eager attack.
She spat out his balls and quickly ran her mouth back up over his throbbing prick. She loved the way it trembled expectantly as she rolled her lips around the fat tip, licking and kissing the huge head until he was bucking his hips forward, trying to drive the hard meat between her full, pliant lips.
She laughed softly and opened her mouth enough for the cock to pass between her teeth. She felt him shaking involuntarily as she locked them around the rim of his helmet and began to suck on the trapped head, stabbing at his piss slit with her rough, greedy tongue.
Now the four of them were ready for their desires to be fulfilled. They quaked with passion and expectation, remaining almost perfectly still for an instant. Slowly Dick, pushed and shoved his prick to the depths of Jenny's hot cave. The girl thrashed and wriggled uncontrollably under his attack. She gasped with delight as the warm, pulsating prick began to ride her inner walls, pumping in and out of her hot cunt with an increasing rhythm and determination.
She rocked her sweet ass from side to side and slid her tongue in and out of Marcia's pussy with a fierce desire. She felt the woman quaking under her assault and she thrilled to the way Marcia's pussy seemed to be growing tighter and tighter as she rammed her tongue to the depths of the hot interior. She locked her teeth onto Marcia's thick, trembling cunt lips and began chewing hungrily on the slippery petals. Marcia bucked and shivered as the lovely young woman bore down on her and her body seemed on fire as she felt the pounding spear driving in and out of her burning tunnel.
She drove John's hard, throbbing cock down along her tight, narrow throat, canal. He gasped as he felt her strong, eager muscles wrapping around his plunging prick, urging his invasion on. She dragged her teeth along the length of the disappearing shaft and her lips were sucking deeply on the huge, wonderful meat.
She began to bob her head back and forth, slaming the hard meat of his manhood in and out of her throat with a frenzied passion. She loved the throbbing power of his prick and she reached up and gripped his balls in her hand, squeezing them hard in her grasp to make him cry out in agonized ecstasy.
"That's it, cunt, that's it," John groaned, rocking from side to side in wild passion. "Suck that prick, suck it hard!"
Dick was beside himself by now. All he could think of was the mighty, aching orgasm that was building rapidly in his loins. He slammed his hard, throbbing shaft along Jenny's tight, burning chamber with a wild frenzy. He felt her pussy growing as tight as a spring and her cunt muscles were locked around around his driving meat, urging him own with every stroke.
Harder and harder he slammed his prick into her burning pit. He held her hips tightly as he rocked to and fro against her hot pussy. She was gasping and moaning and slamming her darling ass into his thighs, grinding the spongy buns against him in an aching, wanting desire for orgasm.
Faster and faster she pumped her tongue into the slippery, hot cave of Marcia's cunt. She felt the creamy juice of the older woman's passion running down her chin and she lathered the hot interior walls while she-chewed hungrily on Marcia's pussy lips. She sucked hard on the woman's cunt and Marcia was almost overcome by the fierce delight that was racing through her pussy with increasing speed and power.
She slammed her cunt into Jenny's hungry mouth and ground her pussy hard against the chewing teeth that were attending to her pulsating petals of passion. She felt the hot throbbing lust that filled her husbands prick and she rode her luscious mouth harder along his driving meat.
She sucked hard on the plunging shaft, lathering it with her tongue, digging her teeth into his fiery flesh as she pumped her sucking mouth up and down on the huge driving spear. Faster and faster she slammed the prick along her silken canal. Each time she forced the hard meat to the depths of her taut, narrow chamber, her velvet walls hugged his throbbing meat in and exquisite embrace of pleasure.
Dick was groaning and rocking from side to side. His cock felt ten times its size and the come was churning painfully in his balls as he drove into his wife's hot cave again and again.
"I'm going to come," he gasped. He was sweating with the effort and intense pleasure he was experiencing and he could hardly remain standing as he buried his meat in her steaming tunnel once again. "I'm going to come right now, Jenny! Right fucking now!"
A wail of pleasure escaped his throat as the fiery, thick come burst from his loins and shot out of his prick, searing her tight, steaming tunnel with its boiling power and creamy thickness. He bucked wildly, the aching spasms of pleasure tearing through his nuts and prick and he slammed his meat in and out of her, faster and faster as the uncontrollable orgasm ripped through him.
She ground her ass against his thighs and shivered wildly as she felt his prick exploding inside of her. She could feel her own moment suddenly draw near and then an intense, painful explosion erupted in her pussy and a steaming, creamy river of come burst and soaked her pussy, mixing with the sticky juice of her husband's passion.
"Oh, God, Dick, I'm coming, I'm coming," she cried, thrusting and bucking involuntarily as the torturing spasms of love ate at her fevered womb and overwhelmed her with their powerful delight. "I'm coming so good, so damn good!"
She mashed her mouth against Marcia's hot, quaking pussy once more and stabbed her tongue faster and harder into the swelling cave. The older woman bucked and rocked and ground her pussy into the young woman's eager face. She could feel a powerful, needing release building in her loins and she locked Jenny's head tightly between her knees, feeling the lovely, churning fire of her moment arrive.
"I'm going to come, pig, I'm going to come," she moaned, her mouth muffled by John's plunging prick. "I'm going to come all over your disgusting face right now, you pig!"
A long, low groan of pleasure escaped her throat as a steaming, wild orgasm suddenly burst in her loins and flooded the girl's eating mouth with an overflowing stream of come. Marcia drank hungrily from the tide and slammed her tongue deep into Marcia's cave as she nibbled hard on the fluttering cunt lips and felt the jarring tremors of passion racing through the older woman's bursting pussy.
Marcia bucked and screamed softly and clamped her lips around her husband's driving cock. She pumped the huge shaft in and out of her darling tunnel of pleasure with increased frenzy, her fingers opening and closing over his balls, every organ in her body determined to bring him to a powerful and mighty climax.
He groaned and shivered on his unsteady feet, his fingers squeezing and gripping her breasts cruelly. He could hardly stand the intense pleasure she was giving to him and his balls felt ten times their size and ready to explode.
He thrust his prick deep into her mouth and all at once a powerful eruption occurred in his loins and a massive, thick burst of come shot from his cock and poured into her gulping, swallowing throat that was trying desperately to get every drop of the precious fluid.
"I'm coming in your mouth, you whore," he cried, slamming his prick to the depths of her silken tunnel. "I'm coming in your mouth so good! It's so damn good!"
The four of them thrashed and rocked uncontrollably for a few more moments then they fell apart, leaning, collapsing on the floor and couch, quaking with the final spasms of their passion as the lust was drained from their exhausted bodies.
John smiled thinly as he viewed the others breathing heavily and painfully, trying hard to regain their strength. The sun was now shining through the window with the first traces of dawn and he laughed quietly to himself.
"Well, well," he chuckled softly. "Just enough time for one more little adventure!"
John pulled on his pants and watched as the other's languidly began to gather their own clothing. He poured himself another drink and turned to the three of them holding up the bottle.
"Anyone care for a taste," he said softly. "We have one more little bit of business to conduct before we all gather up of toys and head for bedy-bye."
"For the love of Chirst, John," groaned Marcia. "Put that fucking thing down. The night is over, let's get to bed!"
"In a minute, darling, in a minute," he said, shaking his head. "First I have something to do with you, something that has waited a long time."
"Ohhh, God, John, can't it wait," Marcia moaned, pulling her sweater over her head and buttoning up her pants. "I'm so tired," she sighed. "I can hardly think straight anymore."
"Aww, isn't that a shame," John chuckled, pretending to be sorry for her. "I had no idea the champion of us all could wear out so quickly."
"Do we go on with this shit," muttered Dick, his arms around im wife, the young woman moaning in the crook of his shoulder. "Don't you think we've had enough?"
"Silence," John hissed. "You've had your fun this evening, you've had a good time!
You've gotten your points made with the president's daughter! You just keep that eager, pompous mouth shut, boy! I'm not finished yet!"
"All right, God damn it, John," Marcia shouted. "What's this all about, what are you up to now? What has that pathetic, sick mind of yours have for an encore?"
"You'd better take a glass, love," he replied grimly. "You're going to need I drink, I believe, by the time we're finished."
"Okay, you bastard," she growled. She took the glass from his hand and downed half of it in one gulp. "Lay it on me! I know damn well I can take anything you've got!"
"Perhaps, love, perhaps," he nodded. "But we shall see! Now, it's been a nice evening, hasn't it. We've humped around with each other, learned a few secrets and all. I think it's been a jolly time all around, don't you?"
"The last, desperate attempts of a dying man," Marcia muttered. "A man on his final way down, obviously."
"Perhaps, Marcia, perhaps I am, but as bad as I am, I'm not the monster you are, am I," he snarled. "I don't take my fun all that seriously and it doesn't end up in too much tragedy, now does it?"
"What are you getting at," Marcia said nervously. Sipping a little more from her drink she glanced between her husband and the two young people huddled on the floor. "What are you talking about?"
"Daughters and lovers and jealousy and the sick need to abuse and inflict abuse. All that stuff that make a real home for a family, you know," he hissed. He tossed off his .drink and glared at her. "I'm talking about our little secret, the sweet love of our life, our energetic little acorn! Our daughter, you insane bitch, who do you think?"
"Okay, okay, that's enough, I want to stop right now," Marcia said, holding up her hand and backing away. "No more, John, no more!"
"If it was only that easy, huh," he laughed bitterly. "If you could only shut off the pain like a water tap. If you could just erase the past like a tape and forget the things you do and say! If it was only that easy, huh, Marcia, huh?"
"You people are out of your minds," muttered Dick. "You just can't stop, can you? You just don't know when to quit!"
"Keep that in mind, stud," John said, glaring at him. "For the next time you decide to make points with the president by fucking his daughter!"
"John, I ... I ... ," Marcia was stammering now, a look of fear in her eyes. "I want to go to bed, now, John. I want to go to bed."
"Oh, no, oh, no," he cackled madly. "You haven't heard all of it, dear, you haven't heard the sad part yet! You see, I'm afraid, once again that a sad event has happened in our lives. I'm afraid our darling daughter won't be graduating as we thought, dear."
"What, what are you talking about," gasped Marcia. "Of course she will, she has to! She has to, God damn it!"
"No, no," John said, sadly shaking his head. "It seems that there has been a little trouble at the house she was living in."
"What kind of trouble, what are you talking about, you bastard," Marcia cried. She walked up to her husband and grabbed his arms, shaking him violently. "Tell me what you mean!"
"Well, my love," he said, smiling, his voice calm and cool. "It seems she got involved with the house mother and, well, you know, one thing leads to another! At any rate, they got a little carried away and the mother killed our poor little girl!"
Marcia screamed and began to smash at John with her fists. "You can't, you can't, you can't do that," she cried. "I won't let you, I won't!"
Dick was staring at them, his eyes wide in shock. He shook his head slowly and moaned in despair. "So that's it," he said quietly. "So that's what all of this is about! Jesus Christ!
Jesus Christ Almighty!"
"Everyone has their problems, boy," John said through tightly cleached teeth. He held Marcia's hands tightly by the wrists as she slid weakly to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "They do what the can to live with them."
"Please, please. John," his wife was moaning over and over. "I promise it won't happen again! I promise, I promise!"
"It doesn't matter, dear, it doesn't matter anymore," he said softly, sinking to the floor beside her. He glanced at the young couple across from them and jerked his head in the direction of the door. "You'd better go," he said quietly. "This evening is over."
Dick lifted his wife to her feet and they stumbled to the door. He turned his head and said, "I ... I would like to say that I'm...."
"Just go home, please," John said and the young man nodded and mumbled a good bye, slipping out the door as quietly as possible.
"What are we going to do, what are we going to do," Marcia groaned, mashing her face against her husband's chest.
"I don't know love, but we will try and go on, begin again, I suppose," he answered her. "At least we must try, after all, that's what life is all about, isn't it?"
"But don't you think we could...."
"No, no we can't," he said sternly. "That's over. Marcia, all over."
"I don't want to need this pain anymore. John, I don't, I don't."' she gasped, her voice tight with fear and pain. "I can't stand it any longer."
"Yes, I believe you're right, darling," he sighed. "I don't think we'll be using the rope and whips again," he said. Then he pulled her to her feet and as she leaned against him heavily, they climbed the stairs toward their room, the warmth of the rising sun beaming through the window, announcing the brand new dawn.
