"Yes, God you… ooof! Only take it out of my assssss!"
"That's how I got started, you know," Lisa whispered, snaking her tongue in Gloria's ear, relentlessly battering the helpless brunette's quivering asshole.
"Carl said I had to start at the bottom and work my way up. Experience, you know. Then he picked up a switch-hitter one day and had her rape me in the asshole, so I'd know what it was, like. Would you go out on the street and hustle blowjobs with strange men for ten dollars? Just for the experience and the humility?"
"Unnnng! Any… anything honest, dear God, make her stop, my asshole… burning up! No, no, no!"
"You mean yes," Lisa taunted, adding a special fury to her next thrust, so that Gloria shook insanely and sank her teeth in a frenzy in the swinger's shoulder.
"Oh, I like that," Lisa grinned. "Bite harder, honey, draw blood if you want. Pretty soon the fire in your darling asshole will spread to your pussy and your tits, and you'll be grateful to Lisa, just for the experience. Would you fuck a stray dog off the streets if I took it out?"
This time Gloria bit her lips frantically and refused to answer. The bitch was crazy, stark raving mad! Gloria sank her fingernails fiercely into Lisa's silky ass, trying to return the pain, but it only excited the lust-maddened swinger more and she fucked Gloria's ravaged asshole even harder.
Carl saw blood on the dildo, opened his mouth to tell his wife to ease up, but then shut it again. Hell, he'd trained her to do this himself, hadn't he? Society bitches and rich housewives sought the ultimate in punishment. Gloria would probably never come back after this violent rape, but that was part of the game. There were plenty of luscious victims walking the streets and sitting in bars. Only this one had real tire and promise. She was an overripe knockout with an eager, juicy cunt and a penchant for games.
But still he was bothered. If Lisa was this vicious and unpredictable at sex at twenty-five, what would she be like at thirty? He sighed, sipping his drink. Another year or two and his beautiful swinging wife would be burned out, so jaded with bizarre thrills he'd have to get rid of her, and find a replacement, and train a new young innocent all over again.
The trouble was he'd turned Lisa on so thoroughly when he met her, he couldn't find the off switch. Over training, that was the problem, he thought. Next time he'd be more careful.
But as he watched, he realized the softly screaming brunette was beginning to respond almost eagerly to the savage pain in her ripe ass now. It was the inevitable turning point. The wild, delirious look on her face changed to a sort of lust-maddened enjoyment, and her low screams were becoming profound moans of obscene excitement.
"Feel it turn now?" Lisa whispered in Gloria's ear, still stroking the humming monster with violence in her anus. "Feel the terrible fire spread now, honey? Not so bad, is it? The awful burning in your bowels is getting you really hot, isn't it? Any minute now you're going to start getting your rooks off in a brand-new way, you're going to boil over with excitement, you're going to love Lisa for fucking you in your gorgeous ass, aren't you?"
The passionate swinger had never gone beyond high school, bit she'd learned her sex psychology on the harsh streets, and she knew the power of suggestion could be devastating in the heat of lust.
"Y… yes, getting – ooooo! – getting better, lots better… aaaagh!" gasped Gloria. It was true. The searing spiked mass in her asshole ripped its strange fire deep into her loins, spreading out to every inch of her tingling shuddering flesh. She began to climax in an eerie new way. It was a shattering pain-orgasm so intense she kissed Lisa with unashamed lust, moaning deep in her throat.
"Like… oooof… like being fucked in the ass!" she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. "Oooo, it's getting much better! Suck my tits, stick your thumb up my curt, hurry! Gonna come! Oh Lisa you bitch, I love it!"
Grinning with triumph, Lisa crammed her thumb up Gloria's frenzied cunt and sucked fiercely on one of her swollen tits, feeling the brunette quiver insanely as she erupted. No matter how naive Gloria seemed at first, Lisa knew a sister under the skin when she saw one. In a year or two, maybe less, there would be another Lisa out on the streets, another prize pupil, and she would be Lisa's proud conquest, no one else's.
Then Gloria would turn another girl on with torture and ecstasy, and it would start an endless chain of Lisa's, and the thought filled the obsessed swinger with happiness and pride. Her eyes filled with tears as she fucked the brunette's luscious ass in a fever of joy.
Five minutes later, Lisa slipped out the bloody, massive cock and rolled over on her back, exhausted. Gloria continued to sob and tremble and moan incoherently. Tenderly, Lisa moved her mouth down to Gloria's asshole and licked her wounds. After a few minutes, the brunette managed to down, a martini, and slowly dressed.
"It'll be painful to walk and sit for a little while, but you'll be okay in a day or two," Lisa assured her. "You will come back and see us, won't you, honey?"
Gloria stood with her hand on the doorknob. The couple was still naked, watching her intently.
"For more surprises?" Gloria smiled weakly. She knew she shouldn't have trusted the sex-crazed bitch, but she'd learned a great deal from them. More than enough for her plans.
"More games," Lisa said. "Carl and I know a lot more games, don't we, Carl?"
"Enough to fill a book," Carl said. He knew the lush brunette wouldn't be back, but what the hell, Lisa had her therapy, he'd had a terrific blowjob and a surprisingly exciting piece of ass, so he had no complaints. Get what you can while you can was his unfailing street philosophy, otherwise known in his childhood as find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em. It was like waiting at a bus stop: there was always another one coming.
"Don't hold your breath, Lisa," Gloria grinned, and she slipped out the door. She walked gingerly to her car, still dazed with pain and excitement, trying to absorb the swift, shattering chain of events.
But Gloria didn't go directly to her car. She glanced at her watch, thinking. The shops she wanted now for an entirely new assortment of items were still open, but Cindy might be worried about her. The thought of the lovely blonde waiting eagerly for her at her house, probably anxious and impatiently aroused, compelled Gloria to find a public phone at once.
She called collect. She drummed her fingers impatiently in the phone booth, until her phone rang ten, twelve, twenty times. Gloria hung up, gnawing her lips with worry. God, suppose Cindy had a shock-reaction after their wild, passionate encounter and ran away? After all, she was only fifteen and a cherry, and she was already a runaway.
The brunette stood on the sidewalk in the warm summer evening, oblivious to people passing by. She tried to think calmly, remembering the girl's fierce embrace and her whispered promises. No, she decided, Cindy definitely wouldn't leave her. The little darling worshipped her, promised to do anything for her as long as she could live with Gloria, and continued to have passionate sex with her.
Maybe Cindy had gone out for a walk, to explore the town. Then where was Brian, her other roomer. He should be home by now.
But it was the luscious sweet girl she was really worried about. She had plans for Cindy. Wild, exciting plans for both of them.
Gloria decided as long as she was here in Los Angeles she might as well finish her shopping spree – newly inspired by the sultry swinger Lisa.
She walked back to the shop where she'd bought the whip, wondering if Cindy and Brian had gone for a walk together.
They were together all right, but what they were doing at that moment could hardly be called walking. And they were doing it so strenuously and furiously, a hundred clamoring telephones plus a roaring siren wouldn't have bothered them in the slightest.