"Yeaaaahh, there she goes!" Janine yelled with delight. She slid her hand over Chris' dock and spread her thighs wider for his hands. "You wanna get up that?"
"You bet," he said. His fingers spread the blonde's pussylips and caressed her clit bud.
Janine moaned with delight. She squeezed his hard cock.
Renee sobbed and buried her face in the table.
Her cherry was gone and Franz's massive fuckrod was buried to the hilt in her tiny cunt. The thick meat pushed her pussy walls open, straining them until they hurt. His enormous round ball of a cockhead rammed into the top of her cunt, slamming her into the table even harder. She moaned and clutched the tablecloth, her pussy spasming in pain.
"Ohhhh yeah!" Franz gasped, easing his thick prick back until the cockhead just ran over Renee's throbbing pussylips. "Don't you just love it, darling?"
"Yes! Yes, Franz!" Renee sobbed, her body shaking with fear.
"Shall I do it again?" Franz asked, his thick prick pulsating in Renee's cunt.
"Yes, yes, Franz darling!" the helpless girl sobbed as she felt the touch of the thin rod on her tight asscheeks.
"Shall I do it again?" Franz asked, his thick prick pulsating in Renee's cunt.
"Yes, yes, Franz darling!" the helpless girl sobbed as she felt the touch of the thin rod on her tight asscheeks.
"Good!" he gasped, then slammed his cock in again, right to the top of Renee's suffering cunt.
She wept and lay there as he eased his cock out and rammed in, starting a slow, vicious fucking. He slammed in to the hilt, then pulled out. He pushed his cock in her cunt until Renee was gasping over the table. Then he eased back, pushing at her pussy entrance for a while, making her sob and gasp with the expectation of what was coming. Then he gave her another ramming fuck to the top of her pussy.
Leslie slid his hands over April's tits, caressing and squeezing them. He had her blouse open and also the clasp of April's bra, but even so she tried to ignore him, drawing on her cigarette and staring at her husband as he fucked Renee and moaned with rising lust.
"Okay, bitch," Leslie said, "I can't take this any longer. Suck my cock."
"Fuck off," April said and crossed her legs.
"I said, suck my cock!"
"And I said, fuck off! You fuckers think you can make me do whatever you like."
"I can," Leslie said. "Franz won't stop me, he's too busy with his new girl. Now suck my cock!"
"No." April replied. She was breathing heavily, her lovely tits thrusting up into Leslie's hands.
"I'd hate to get really nasty," Leslie sneered. "You don't know how to get really nasty."
April stubbed out her cigarette and stood up, almost tearing his hands off her tits.
"Okay. Gimme a hand, Chris."
"Sure," Chris said. He slid Janine off his knees and stood up, his big cock sticking out like a pole.
April slapped Leslie hard across the face as he advanced on her. But he grabbed her wrist and turned her arm behind her back, twisting just hard enough to turn the blonde around and down over the sofa back. April yelled at him and struggled, but he had her pinned easily. He held her there, yelling and kicking, his hand in the middle of her back.
"If you can get some manners into that bitch, it would be great," Franz said, slamming his cock back up Renee's cunt. "I don't think you will, but have a good time trying."
"Sure will," Leslie said as he took the leather straps from Chris and left his friend holding the screaming, struggling April down over the sofa. He took April's hands and began fastening them to the legs of the sofa, spread-eagling her, her arms spread painfully wide apart.
"You fucker!" she yelled. "You cowardly fuckers!"
"Now, now, honey, language," Leslie said as he tied her firmly down. "We'd better get that skirt off before we go any further."
"Go ahead," Chris said, holding April down by the small of her back.
He grinned at Janine as she dropped to her knees without being told. With a moan of lust, she took hold of his cock and licked at his cockhead, her hands caressing his shaft and balls. He groaned and rubbed his hand in her blonde hair. She giggled and sank her mouth deeper on his huge fucker.
Leslie reached for the waistband of April's skirt.
"Stop that, you fucker!" April screamed, trying to kick him.
Leslie undid the belt of her skirt, pulling the zipper down and hauling the garment down her long, stockinged legs. April continued screaming and yelling at him until the skirt was off and he grabbed her ankles, pulling them wide apart. Then she really started yelling.
"You lousy, cocksuckin', shit-faced fucker! You bag of shit!"
Leslie grinned and lashed her ankles wide apart to the legs, of the sofa. Chris took his hand off April's back, and the helpless blonde yelled in fury, struggling hard against the leather straps that lashed her ankles and wrists to the legs of the sofa. She presented a wonderful picture for the men, spread wide, open for anything they wanted to do to her, her ass stuck up in the air, protected only by her tiny black panties, her long legs outlined to perfection by the black mesh stockings, her muscles straining to the limit, her high-heeled shoes still somehow braced on the floor.
"You fucker!" she screamed as Leslie grabbed her panties and began to rip them away from her ass.
As they tore, she lurched and yelled at him, her lovely tight asscheeks coming clear of the ripped panties, thrusting up, wide open for Leslie.
"You want me to whip her for you?" Chris asked.
"Nope," Leslie replied, "you can have her dirty mouth. I'll get blown by Janine while I do it, I can't give this one up."
"Sure," Chris said.
He grabbed a chair, pulling it close to the sofa until they touched. He sat in it and spread his legs on either side of April's face, his cock bobbing inches from her nose. He ran his hand into her blonde hair and hauled her face up to him.
"Just suck it when you're ready," he said, and let April's face drop onto his thighs.
April screamed and twisted helplessly on the sofa as Leslie took up the cane and walked back, lining it up on her heaving ass. He took his pants off and dropped them over the back of the sofa, close to the struggling blonde. Then he tossed his shirt away and stood there naked, his massive cock sticking out. He laid the thin cane across April's ass and nodded to Janine. With a grin, the nympho dropped to her knees and slid her mouth deep over his throbbing fuck-rod.
"This stops when Chris comes," Leslie said. "Or me, whichever comes last."
"You shit!" April yelled, twisting around and avoiding Chris' cock as it bounced close to her mouth.
Leslie sliced the cane down, right across April's tight asscheeks. A thin red line appeared, and she lurched, screaming helplessly, jerking on the sofa back. The cane lashed in again, beating more agony into April's ass as she tossed and screamed.
Her daughter played her lips over Leslie's cock, holding the hard shaft, her skillful mouth just working his cockhead, teasing him, making sure he whipped her mother and didn't come in her mouth before she wanted him to.
Renee stared at the brutal whipping as she got fucked Franz's massive fuck-rod slammed into her cunt, staying there as he twisted, ramming her hard into the table top. His cock rasped over Renee's pussy walls, throbbing, swelling and jerking in her cunt as he roared and thrust, fucking her faster and harder as his lust mounted.
Strange things were happening to Renee. Her fear and pain were blending together with a surging, fluttering passion. She gripped the table-top, watching as April heaved on the sofa back, screaming, but still refusing to suck Chris' cock. April's ass was a crimson mass of pain, and each beat of the cane added another thin line of agony, but still she didn't give in. Renee couldn't understand it. She would have done anything rather than suffer that agony.
And yet, with each beat of the cane, Renee's stomach twisted in strange excitement.