Oddly enough, Wanda wasn't the least bit repulsed by Brenda's words this time. In fact, she found her throat twitching with desire. She remembered the delicious taste of cum and pussy juice mixed.
"Oh, yes. Let me lick your cunt, baby," she said, looking up at Brenda. "Squeeze right in here on top of me."
After Wanda rolled to her side to let Mike behind her, she felt two distinct sensations: a stabbing, wonderful pain searing into her shitter, and then the stinging acid taste of pussy on her lips.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, burrowing fully between Brenda's legs. "I love licking my boys' cum out of your cunt."
While she chewed and sucked on the girl's cum-filled cunt, Mike and Jimmy began pounding their cocks brutally in and out of her shitter and pussy. Sometimes, they fucked in together, other times, they varied their fucking rhythm, pushing her ass back and forth in a sawing motion.
"Oh, lick my pussy real good," Brenda said, squirming over Wanda's face. "Yes, like that. My clit, too. Shit, you eat cunt even better than they can."
Wanda was running her tongue in and out of the girl's cunt so greedily, her jaws throbbed with exhaustion. Still, she no longer cared about any discomfort. Having a pussy to lick and two cocks to fuck at the same time outweighed any other consideration.
"Fuck me, all of your," she gurgled, nuzzling her nose into the girl's blonde pussy hairs. "Stick your big pricks in my fuckholes, and fuck me full of your cum."
"Shit, I thought I could hold back longer," Jimmy said, frowning. "Let's fuck a little slower, or I'll blow my fucking load right now."
Wanda wanted to please him, but she seemed to lose control over her body. She began sucking and pulling with her cunt muscles, milking his cock of cum.
"No, give it to me, you little bastard," she grunted, feeling her climax steam from, the back of her pussy. "I want… have to have your hot cum in my cunt now!"
As her orgasm burst inside her pussy, she felt his cock expand, then jerk with life. An instant later, milky wads of jism scalded her cunt canal. Barely had her climax peaked and subsided, when another hot flash of ecstasy tore into her cunt again, this time with even greater intensity. As she screamed, she bit Brenda's clit.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Brenda cried out, arching her back and crushing her cunt fully down on Wanda's face. "Lick me! Goddamn you, you pussy-eating whore, lick my cunt clean!"
The girl's orgasm caused her pussy muscles to flutter, then spit fiery fuck juices all over Wanda's face. And as their bodies became glued together with cunt cream, Wanda thrashed about with still another explosion of pleasure.
"Unhhhh, take my cock up your shitter," Mike said, fucking into his stepmother's asshole. "Fuck in every drop, you fucking slut whore!"
Wanda went limp as Mike's boiling jism flooded her shitter. She simply couldn't take the intense pleasure any longer. She closed her eyes and gave one last thrust of her tongue into Brenda's cunt, then rolled her head to one side.
"Oh, don't stop!" Brenda cried out, scratching her nails over Mike's and Jimmy's shoulders as she pumped up and down over Wanda's face. "Lick my cunt some more! Lick – aieeeeeee!"
For the next several moments, the teenagers thrashed against Wanda's limp body, their moans of ecstasy growing softer. At last, they all collapsed in a heap.
While Wanda lay sandwiched between their firm bodies, she tried to make some sense of what had happened. Had all this happened in just one night? she asked herself, seeing the horizon growing light. Christ, it seems like we've been fucking for days!
And then she thought of Stan. He would be home later that week. How could she hide her new-found depravity from him?
But that was something to worry about later. Right now, there was gorgeous cockmeat to consider. She began pushing her ass back and forth slowly and again started licking at Brenda's oozing cunt.
"Let's fuck again," she whispered. "And again and again and again," Mike murmured.
CHAPTER TEN
Wanda's cunt felt like hamburger. For the past four days, she had been fucked so many times, she no longer bothered counting. It even hurt when she walked, and her throat was taw from sucking so much cum.
She looked nervously at the clock, then flinched when she heard Stan's truck drive up.
Oh God, don't let him suspect anything. Please. Just let me look normal for him, she prayed silently.
"Hey, Wanda!" Stan called out, leaping onto the porch, then opening the front door. "I'm home, baby!"
When he embraced her, she felt that everything would be fine. Just fine. His strong arms sent shivers of passion up and down her spine just as before.
"Let's get into the bedroom," he said, kissing her warmly on the mouth. "I've got quite a few days of fucking to catch up on. How about you?"
"Huh? Me?" Wanda stammered. "Oh, yes, of course." Her voice sounded strange and high-pitched.
"Then let's get after it," Stan laughed. When he pulled away and looked at her, his smile froze. "Hey, you OK? You… is anything wrong?"
"No, nothing," Wanda said brightly. "Mmmmm, let's get to bed, sugar."
When she turned from him to go to the bedroom, he grabbed her wrist, looking at it closely. He then reached for her other hand and looked at it also.
"Hey, where'd you get this?" he asked, studying the rope burns on her skin. "It looks like you were tied up or something."
"No, I just…"
"You were tied up, weren't you? Now, who the fuck did this to you?" he demanded.
"It's not what you think, Stan," Wanda said, looking away. "I can explain – really."
"Where are the boys? They did this to you, didn't they?"
Wanda could feel her world crashing down around her. No matter how hard she tried, she knew she couldn't lie to Stan. She would have to tell him the awful truth and then take the consequences.
"Promise me you won't hurt the boys," Wanda said, her eyes wide with fear. "Promise me that, Stan."
"Tell me what happened," he replied.
"Sit down. I'll tell you."
Somehow, she managed to tell him the entire story, from beginning to end. And as she spoke, she felt the shame return. She had not only betrayed herself, but she had betrayed the only man who ever loved her. When she finished speaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
During the time she spoke, Stan sat and listened calmly. On the surface, anyway. With alarm, however, Wanda noticed that his knuckles turned white as he grasped the arms of the chair where he was sitting.
"Where are the boys? And this Brenda?" Stan said at last.
"Don't hurt them," Wanda begged, although at the moment, she was almost sick with fear for her own safety.
Stan looked like he could and would kill.
"They're in the barn, I think," she said lamely.
After Stan stormed out, Wanda felt her knees go weak. She knew that even though Stan was furious, he loved his children too much to hurt them. Still, he might be angry enough to do something drastic. And then it would be her turn. Although he hadn't hit her, she thought several times he might. Perhaps he was saving his fury for her.
Might as well go and pack, she told herself as she stumbled toward the bedroom. I just hope I'm able to carry my suitcase when he finishes with me.
The bedroom window was open, and she cocked her ear, but she didn't hear any screaming. Then, a few moments later, she saw Stan leave the barn and make his way toward the house.
"Oh, my God," Wanda gasped, seeing that he was carrying a long length of rope and the whip.
"Is this what they used?" Stan asked after thundering down the hall and banging open the bedroom door.
"Yes," Wanda said, her face white with fear. "You didn't hurt them, did you?"
"No, not yet," Stan said, looking at her evenly. "It's your turn first."
"Look, Stan, I'm sorry," Wanda said, backing away. "I didn't want it to happen. I don't think they did either. It just got out of hand and…"