Ellen cried, "Jim! You told me I was your first and only love."
"I told you the truth. I didn't love her, I just fucked her. She liked it hard and deep like this lewd bitch. Is that who you are? My horny high school sweetheart, back after all these years to feel my cock?"
"No," Letha said. "We've never fucked before."
"But there is something vaguely familiar about you. The curve of your lips, the shape of your chin."
"Just fuck me!" Letha cried. "It doesn't matter who I am."
"It does to me. I'm going to pull off your mask and have a better look at you!"
"Nooooo! If you do that, I can never come here again!"
Jim's hand was already on the sequin-trimmed edge of her black mask, but he let go and left it in place.
"I do want you to come back," he said. "And I want you to cum right now!"
"Yes, ooooh, yes! Drill my pussy and make me cum! God, it's going to be the climax I've waited for so long! Give me cock! Fuck me, you horny bastard! Make me cum if you want me to come back!" Letha's long legs arched over his shoulders. She kicked on his back and spurred him with her sharp heels.
Jim roared. "Damn you!"
He fucked harder and faster, punishing her with deep reaming thrusts that pained her cunt into rapturous waves of wringing delight.
"You mysterious bitch! You luscious hot pussy! You cock-crazy cunt! I'll never get tired of fucking you!"
Ellen Carver burst into tears. "Oh, Jim! Don't give your love to that lewd bitch!"
"Who said anything about love? It's my cock and my cum she wants! Isn't that right, cunt?"
"Yyyeeeesssss!" Letha's voice shrilled into a scream. The trembling in her pussy pitched itself to a frenzy. Rings of muscle, soft as silk and strong as steel, clenched Jim's plunging cock. "Fuck me full! I want to feel jism! I need the heat and force of your gushing flow! Fuck me… flood me!"
"What you want is what you get," Jim said with a grimace of delight. He was trying to hold his hot blast of cum another few seconds to enjoy the exquisite tension that made his cock quake and bum. But the wringing suction of her slithering cunt was more than any man could endure.
He arched high and rammed in with a roar. Quicksilver cum erupted almost at once. It spit from his cock slit in gushing bursts.
The fiery tip of white-hot pleasure burned deep. The simmering cream slathered the walls of her writhing pussy. It rose around his plunging prick, delighting them both, making the friction between pussy and cock more entrancing than ever before.
Ellen Carver was screaming almost as though she'd climaxed herself. She arched her back and swayed her ass around in a spiral of lonely desperation.
"Fuck me, Jim! Fill my cunt until jism dribbles from its hot lips. I want every drop!" Letha screamed.
"No!" Ellen wailed. "Save some for me!"
"I won't let you, Jim. I want jism. I want it all!" Letha shouted.
"You greedy bitch!" Ellen screamed.
"I want it, and I've got it!" Letha shot back. "Your frigid cunt can just simmer in its own juices."
Jim's fiery fuck-thrusts began to weaken. He was running out of breath and felt that his weary balls were almost drained.
"That's about all there is, Phantom."
"No, I need more and I know how to get it!" Letha snaked her arms around his waist. With one hand she parted the checks of his ass. With the other she wiggled a finger into his puckered shithole.
"Ooooh!" Jim moaned.
No one had ever done that to him before. It felt like she was reaching for the root of his prick from the inside. His guts wrenched, his ass squirmed and his balls brought up another burst.
"Ooooh!" Letha moaned. "I love your liquid fire! More, big fucker! Give me more!" Letha finger-fucked his ass with frenzied strokes.
His ass was still writhing, clenching and squirming on her finger. And his cock was still spurting cum when the rest of his body neared the point of complete collapse.
At last, Letha felt his final spurt. The glorious contractions of climax were winding down. Her well-fucked pussy began to relax. As the grip of her sucking cunt lips began to weaken, jism cock-whipped to a white froth, bubbled from her black-furred pussy.
She could feel the warmth and wetness flow from a pussy satisfied for the first time in three years. Jim's weight fell on her chest. Letha eased her legs apart and let them slip off of his shoulders.
They just stared into each other's eyes, both too weak and breathless with satisfaction to speak. Ellen was breathing as hard as either of them, but hers was the rasp of bitter frustration.
"Do you still want your husband's jism?" Letha called across the room when she'd caught her breath.
"Yes, you bitch! But you didn't leave anything for me!"
"I'm sure we can find some," Letha said consolingly. "A big load of simmering hot cream."
Jim groaned. "Don't make a promise you can't keep."
"How about it?" she asked the bound woman. "Do you want to suck jism from the cunt Jim just fucked?"
"No!" the wife fumed. "I'm not a lesbian!"
"Neither am I, but after a hard pussy pounding there's nothing better than the pull of another woman's soft lips. The teasing caress of a tender tongue."
"Ugh! I wouldn't even put my mouth on a clean pussy that was pure."
"Mine's clean," Letha said. "Freshly bathed with scalding hot cream. And it's pure, Ellen. Pure pleasure! We'll do some sixty-nine. We'll suck each other. I'll show you how it's done!"
"Don't touch me!" the woman screamed. "I'd rather die than touch my lips to your lascivious cunt!"
Letha said coyly to Jim, "I want her to suck my cunt and swallow your cum. Are you man enough to make her do it? She won't be reluctant to suck cock after she's gotten a taste of hot jism."
"Yeah, but if she doesn't want to…"
"I want my cunt licked clean, and you said what I want is what I get."
"Er, yeah. I did say that, didn't I? Ellen, open your God damned mouth! It's time it did something besides bitch!"
CHAPTER THREE
Letha crossed the room and stood by the head of the other bed. Ellen Carver glared with both fear and loathing in her dark eyes. She was breathing hard, heaving her lush tits under the flannel of her frumpy nightgown.
"First that has to go," Letha said. "I want to see what you really look like."
She bent down and took a pair of bandage scissors from her kit. They were ideal for cutting off unwanted clothes.
Jim watched with a bemused grin as the beautiful masked Phantom began cutting his wife's ugly nightgown from the hem between her bound legs to the point of her quivering chin.
"She's ruining my nightgown!" Ellen cried.
"It doesn't matter. After this, you're going to wear sexier outfits to bed. A filmy black baby-doll would be nice. Something low cut to show off those luscious big tits you don't like to have touched."
Ellen groaned. The gleaming chrome scissors had just reached her crotch. She felt the press of cold steel against her shivering skin.
"Hhhmmm," Letha said admiringly, "your cunt hair is almost as black and silky as mine. And what a thick, hash and luxurious bush it is! I can hardly wait to bury my face in your hairy crotch!"
Ellen hissed and her body strained. The black strands binding her wrists and ankles creaked and groaned. She shivered, tossing her head in despair.
The scissors snipped up the length of her belly and cunt over the woman's huge tits. They passed through a deep soft cleft, a narrow canyon of creamy warm flesh.
"You've got tits like two over-inflated balloons," Letha said with a smirk and a swipe of her tongue. "And what delicious-looking big nipples. They're as big and ripe and plump as cherries!"