Lane glanced aver at his wife as another flashbulb popped. There was that maniacal look of excitement on her face as Shawn screamed and thrashed helplessly at her chains, as the massive prick she craved so desperately hovered inches from her agonized pussy.
Okay, he was ready now.
He gripped his throbbing dick and lowered it, the knob groping for her tiny asshole. When he found it he slammed forward with all his strength.
"Eeeee!" Shawn cried, her face stunned with disbelief. She struggled for breath, realizing her tender asshole had just been brutally pierced to the hilt. Giant waves of pain pulsated in her bowels, pushed the breath from her lungs, left her anguished mind and body teetering dangerously.
Now Lane began stroking viciously, plunging his long thick rod deep into her churning soft bowels, groaning with obscene plesure. Damn, it was nearly a good as her wild cunt!
"Hot ass!" he grunted, feeling his jism tingle sharply in his loins. "Hey wild ass, Shawn! What an asshole, mmmm! Hang on, honey, aaaaaah! Oh shit, Vera, she's got a fabulous asshole! Ooooof!"
And Shawn did work it. Not out of pleasure but naked desperation, because if she didn't do something her mind would explode. Each time he rammed his immense hard-on forward into her ravaged ass she jerked up violently to meet him, torturing her own tender tunnel with perverse joy. The knob seemed to blaze in the very pit of her belly, ripping through her fiery ass with brutal force.
"You're killing me bastard!" she screamed, tugging madly at her chains. "Ripping me up! Yesssss! Fuck my ass harder, damn you! Fuck my ass deeper! Oooooo yes! Go on tear it up aaaaaaagh! Gonna cc-come! Gonna come! Unnnnnngh! Love prick up my ass! Love painnnnn!"
And she began coming, a strange molten eruption that began deep in her asshole and spread to her knotted loins, a pain-climax so intense she craved the whip across her belly at the same time. She was coming out of pure excitement and desperation, but it was the agony in her impaled ass that triggered it, the searing massive pressure of his savagely pumping meat.
"Here… aaah! Here it comes!" Lane gasped when she gripped his rod ferociously in her slippery anus and writhed her bowels on him with delirious lust. He could feel her asshole sucking the cream from his prick in giant spasms of excitement, and he spurted a flood of boiling jism to make the helplessly bound girl give off a high, piercing scream of pain-ecstasy.
The wet fire of his load stung her bowels with shattering impact. She shuddered her hips convulsively and sucked her anus on his deflating meat in wild lewd jerks, making Lane wince with pain. Quickly he slipped his soft rod out before she could grind it up with her crazed asshole.
"MORE!" Shawn demanded, still swinging her soft hips and crying as his jism trickled in her ass. "Fuck me more, damn you! Both of you fucking – rape me!"
She raved on while Vera quickly strapped on the dildo-harness. This was the highlight of the night, the main feast after all the other appetizers. God, she loved to fuck sexy girls! And yet there wasn't a shred of masculinity in her tawny flesh, she simply loved to tease and torture them and then get them off like they'd never had it before in their lives – fuck them with diabolical lust and fury, hearing their cries, watching their stunned expressions, feeling their soft burning flesh wriggle and thrash beneath hers.
"It's all right," Vera panted, mounting the trembling, sobbing girl. Their hot tits met and rubbed and Vera tried to kiss her but Shawn kept weaving her head from side to side, unable to vent her profound excitement and frustration.
The swinger reached down and switched on the dildo. It leaped with a humming quiver. She pressed the colossal curved knob against Shawn's pussylips. Immediately Shawn froze. Her eyes blazed on Vera's, glowing pools of maniacal lust.
"Yes," she whispered. "You're going to… yes! You're going to fuck me now? Ooooo do it! Oh God shove it in, Vera, aaaaaah! Yessssss!"
Moving her hips to a slow lascivious tempo, Vera began to fuck the incoherent honey-haired dealer, watching her face closely. Every subtle feeling could be read there, every delicious thrill and nerve-racing sensation as the humming spikes rubbed and tingled deep into Shawn's juicy cunt. The girl's glazed eyes were filled with love now, boring into Vera's while her pink tongue darted lustfully around her lips.
"Ah, Vera! OW honey! Oh Vera, you fuck so… unnnnn! So beautifully! Oh darling, darling G-G-G-God! Coming for real! For real!"
The swinger reached beneath for the voltage button and held it for ten seconds. An electrified wave of breathtaking, nerve-shattering thrills immediately pulsed through Shawn's silken pussy. A series of deep orgasms began exploding in her gorged cunt, like nothing she'd ever felt before, racing over every quivering nerve in her body.
Inch by inch, Vera worked the humming prick deeper inside Shawn's slit, knowing the incredible sensations she felt, knowing the girl would never recover from this intricately planned night. Again and again Vera pressed the voltage-button to trigger fierce new climaxes in Shawn's maddened, sucking cunt to complete the cycle of lust.
"Oh Vera! Oh God in heaven!" Shawn cried, her drenched naked body now heaving with spasms of uncontrollable excitement. "Oh darling I can't… can't… Ooooooo! I can't stop! Mmmmm! Comminggg!"
And that was precisely planned too. First she couldn't get the climax she so violently needed to keep her sanity. Now she couldn't stop from climaxing. In the course of three hours, the honey-haired innocent from a small town out west had been the calculated victim of a plot to probe every single emotion in her mind, every conceivable passion in her soft hot flesh.
Vera sensed, but couldn't put into words, that she was inflicting the experience of a lifetime on her victims, that she was creating a whole, new range of emotional response, a sort of profound sex-therapy. Her charm and lips and tongue and fingers, and the chains and the whip and the dildo were her probes – sharp needles of lust and excitement that searched and exploded nerve centers into thrilling – or horrifying – new reactions.
"No more!" Shawn was begging now, her silken nakedness drenched with sweat, her tormented pussy almost numb from devastating excitement, from too many savage thrills too quickly inflicted.
For a reply, Vera held the jolt-button down for a full thirty seconds. The girl's body responded with shivers while Vera lavished tiny frenzied bites on her ripe lips. And still she fucked Shawn, a relentless brutal nerve-shattering fuck, getting constantly hotter herself, sucking on the girl's delicious tits for a while, probing her juicy asshole with a long searching finger, always plunging the humming giant prick in deeply and lewdly. She twisted it up and down and from side to side and back and forth, driving the helpless dealer to the brink of madness. Shawn could no longer scream or even beg; she simply panted with exhaustion while her ravaged cunt responded with a crazed will of its own.
When Shawn's body suddenly went limb Vera realized she'd had enough. She'd fainted. Slipping out the dildo – there were flecks of blood on it, she saw with satisfaction – she climbed off the bed and unstrapped it. She looked at Lane's limp rod with a sigh. He sat in a corner in an overstuffed chair, silently sipping a drink and smoking a cigarette. He's getting old, Vera thought, even at forty-five. One half-decent blowjob and Shawn's wild asshole had just about put him out of commission, for a while anyway. But what the hell, she realized, he put in a hard day at the casino while she slept late. She was ready for action when he came home.
Shawn stirred, moaning softly. Vera went around to the four corners of the bed, unchaining her, then crawled onto the bed with her, hugging her and rubbing their wet pussies together.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it, honey?" she murmured. "You're okay now, aren't you?"