Still wearing her panties and nylons and heels, Vera climbed on top of the trembling girl. She licked her sultry wet lips and gazed down upon Shawn with such lewd hunger in her huge eyes, the girl shivered with a thrill of fear. Vera ground her wet hot cuntlips to Shawn's, creating a delicious friction. She rubbed her burning ripe tits passionately on Shawn's hot ones and held her face firmly in her hands.
If Shawn was excited before, she was sobbing with nerve-racking lust now. Fantastic new thrills were tingling through her pussy as Vera's cunt-flesh wriggled and squirmed and sucked at hers in a silent, depraved dance.
"So hot!" Shawn cried, clutching Vera's asscheeks in her trembling fingers and squeezing furiously. "Please eat me now, go down on me now! Please, Vera, you're exciting the hell out of me, darling! Eat me, suck me, pleeeeease!"
But Vera had a teasing ritual, a ceremony she carried out in precise detail, and no matter how excited she got – and she was on fire with lust for this creature, all hot tits and wet pussy and silky sex-flesh that triggered the most violent urges in her delirious mind – Lane's wife always followed the tantalizing ritual. There were rules to her brand of sex.
She traced the outline of Shawn's sensuous mouth with her tongue as she wet-fucked her with her steaming cunt-flesh. Then she bit Shawn's lips in a growing frenzy, bringing soft screams of excitement from Shawn's throat, causing the girl to twine her slender legs around Vera's and frantically swing her hips. Shawn was more wildly aroused than she'd ever been in her life, so maddeningly eager for sex that her blood ws singing and her cunt was pulsing in agony.
Now Vera began her long, lascivious downward journey over Shawn's sleek hot flesh. She moved her mouth down to one perfectly rounded young tit, clutching it lustfully in her fingers. She rammed as much of the delicious mound as she could into her mouth, sucking greedily until Shawn sobbed in sharp gasps of pleasure. Slowly she released the flesh until only the sweet fat nipple remained between her lips. She sucked it harshly, then teased it with her sharp teeth, then swirled her searing tongue around it rapidly to make Shawn moan feverishly and dig her nails into Vera's naked back.
"Oh Vera, don't… don't tease me any more! I'm so Goddamn hot I could explode! Oh God eat me suck me darling!"
But Vera leisurely trailed her mouth over to the other juicy tit, still wet-fucking Shawn's hot pussy in a slow obscene rhythm. She too was maddeningly excited, but Goddammit, she had rules! Anyone could hop on and hop off like a dumb rabbit, but when Vera had sex with someone – anyone, man or woman, boy or girl – they knew what sex really was. First, there was the infinitely sweet pleasure, the teasing, the utterly delicious thrills. Then the white-hot sheets of pain.
Now she worked over Shawn's other juicy tit-mound in the same lascivious ceremony, sucking, biting, licking, getting the girl screamingly hot. And all the while similar episodes flashed in Vera's mind, other tits she'd sucked and teased and bit, their color, size, taste, texture, smell. She'd sucked on enormous tits and tiny tits, on huge red nipples and delicate dusky buds, on creamy flesh so hot it seared her mouth and on deeply tanned mounds that were surprisingly cool to her lips and tongue. She'd sucked on tits that smelled like flowers and on tits that reeked with strange animal odor coming from some strange source deep within.
Shawn's tits were exquisitely sweet and silky, not really big enough to fuck herself excitingly with, but fragrant and filled with healthy young passion, their nipples throbbing hotly in her wet mouth. At last she trailed her lips and tongue downward over the soft warm flesh of Shawn's gently rounded belly. The girl moaned deliriously as Vera grasped thick folds of the satiny flesh in her mouth and sucked and bit it, savoring its sexy heat and sweetness.
"Oh God! Vera, don't don't don't tease me any more! I'm going crazy, darling, I'm going to explodes! Jesus, I'll do anything, just eat me honey, suck me off oh pleeaeeze!"
Now the dark-haired pervert was panting as she traced teasing kisses around the silky fringe of Shawn's madly sucking cunt, filling her nostrils with steaming fragrances sparking a violent hunger deep in her being, her mind once more classifying, sorting, sifting through scores of pussy-odors. Oh Jesus, this one was tremendously exciting, a wet summer lilac smell, its outer soft lips shining with juice, madly kissable and lovable to Vera's burning eyes and watering mouth.
"Oh Lord I'll die if you don't suck it, Vera!" Shawn raked her nails over Vera's soft shoulders in a razor-like attack, unable to express in any other way her fierce urgency, her maddening fire that was blazing in her loins. She was amused to a nearly insane pitch of excitement by the teasing, sucking, kissing, biting ritual, by Vera's endlessly stroking, squeezing caressing fingers, and Shawn's pussy-flesh trembled in a fury of eagerness.
But Vera had just begun.
Now she'd completely bypassed the girl's fiery slit and was licking and kissing the flesh of her hot inner thighs, probing down to her softly curved calves, sucking on her lovely toes and the soles of her tender feet, working her way with agonizing slowness back up to her pink pulsing feast. Shawn had grabbed her curls and was now tugging frantically, crying with loud whimpers, begging her.
Vera had a clock in her mind which kept time to the precise second. She knew exactly when Lane would walk in the door, naked and primed. She also knew exactly how long she could devour a juicy young cunt before it exploded its nectar in her frenzied mouth. She'd seduced and primed so many girls and women she could tell with perfect accuracy by their cries and whimpers and trembling soft flesh when they would climax.
And this girl was on the very verge. She'd worked Shawn up to such an hysterical pitch, she could allot no more than thirty seconds of sucking and kissing and lapping before the honey-haired dealer would come in great gushes of bliss. One second too long, and she'd get her rocks off with delirious screams.
Taking a deep breath, Vera plunged into her juicy wet slit, beginning a mental countdown.
Thirty, twenty-nine, oh Christ this is heaven, oh Jesus what lovely cunt, oh God, it's beautiful, oh honey, so hot and furiously sucking, want to smear my whole body with her darling hot cunt-juice, mmmmm! Nineteen, eighteen, she's going to pull my fucking hair out by the roots she's so Goddammmn hot! Lord, what a delicious cunt! Like a little pink cock only softer, ooooo sweet sweet! How many more happy laps have I got, Christ, can I possibly stop in time, I could suck this thrilling pussy for eight solid incredible hours, oh, shit. Eight, seven, six, just three more mad sucks, aaaaah! Jesus, I love this cunt! Oh God stop me, I'm going nuts! One, one, one stop you bitch!
And with a supreme effort of will and a deep agonizing moan, Vera tore her mouth away from her succulent feast. There were times when she thought her own rules would shatter her fucking sanity. But now she had Shawn exactly where she wanted her, thrashing and crying and groaning feverishly on the bed, on the brink other first climax.
"Why did you stop?" Shawn sobbed, arching her back and rubbing her own swollen tits furiously.
True to Vera's mental clock, Lane had come into the room, naked, his long hard prick with its strange upward eye like a scimitar quivering with crimson power. He nodded with satisfaction, his eyes blazing over Shawn's silky smooth flesh, resting on her dripping young cunt pulsing obscenely as if begging. Christ, he'd like to ram his rod to her on the spot and to hell with the bizarre, intricate sex games. But there'd be plenty of time for that later.
He nodded at Vera. His wife, licking the cunt-juice hungrily from her lips, got up and went around to the head of the bed while Lane went to the other side. The chains were already looped around the bottom of the bedposts. They we're always there, ready for the next victim.