Ellen cringed, blushing with shame and shivering with revulsion. When the front of her nightgown was open completely, Letha grabbed the heavy cloth and yanked it out from under Ellen's trembling body.
"You're beautiful in the nude!" she said. "I can't believe any woman would want to hide a body like that."
"I don't believe in making a spectacle of myself."
"A spectacle? You're an extravaganza! A veritable feast of luscious curves!"
Ellen whimpered. "Do-do you think so, Jim?"
"I always have. Too bad you never wanted me to enjoy the bounty."
"I want you now! Please make her stop! Don't let her do this to me!"
The black-clad woman with her haughty sharp tits exposed was climbing up on the bed. She straddled Ellen's strickened face and spread her dripping wet cunt. A pearly drop of jism fell on the tip of Ellen's nose.
"Ugh!" she snarled, shaking her head violently to dislodge it.
Letha lifted her knees and fanned the woman's dark-brown hair around her head. Then she knelt back and pinned the soft waves beneath her knees, binding her so that Ellen couldn't toss her head.
"If you want that bead of cum off your nose, you'll have to lick it," she said.
"I won't! I-I can't. My tongue won't reach that far."
"Ooooh, then I'll have to drop some on your lips."
Ellen cringed and clamped her mouth tightly shut. Letha made humping motions and jiggled cum from her over-filled cunt. Gleaming drops dotted Ellen's tautly indrawn lips.
"Open up," Jim said. "Get used to the taste. You've got twenty years of not sucking my cock to make up for. You're going to be living on a diet of hot prick from now on."
Ellen made fierce gurgling noises through her closed lips.
"Make her open her mouth, Jim. Your precious cum is running off her lips. I want her to taste it, not waste it."
"How the hell can I make her open up?"
"Look in the black bag. I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Oooh, yeah! My God, that leather satchel is a storehouse of kinky treats. What the fucking hell is this? An eighteen-inch rubber prick with a head on both ends?"
"Two heads are better than one," Letha told him. "As you can see, one appears to have been circumcised. The other had not. Which end do you want, Ellen? A bald headed cock like mine or one that wears a big cowl of foreskin?"
She wouldn't answer.
"That must mean she wants both," Letha said. "Bend it double and we'll soon see which end she likes best."
"Both? Oh, hey… she's got a real tight cunt. I'm not sure there's room for one shaft this thick."
"Then bend it like a U and give her one end up the ass. That should be a real thrill for her."
"No!" Ellen cried, forgetting that cum had puddled all over her clenched lips. "Don't put that awful thing in me! I've never had anything in my ass."
"You've never fucked your wife's luscious ripe ass?" Letha asked sadly.
"Hell, I have trouble enough getting into her cunt!"
"You won't have any trouble now. She's tied real tight. Tonight you can make up for all she's denied you."
Carver laughed wickedly. "That's going to take longer than one night! Get your cringy ass and cunt ready, bitch, you're about to get it in both ways at once!"
He bent the long dildo double and it started to purr, vibrating lewdly in his hands.
"Bending the shaft turns it on," Letha said, her eyes flashing behind her mask.
"It'll turn her on too," Jim said. "We've got to get some toys like this, Ellen."
Sticky-sweet cum was splattering all around her mouth, and twin pulsing fake cocks were being pushed into her pussy and ass.
Letha saw the woman's chest swell to power a blood-curdling scream. She squatted low to muzzle Ellen's wild cry with wet cunt. The woman sputtered and gagged, choking not only on the force of her trapped scream but also the slimy hot taste of jism.
"Hhhmmm! That's one way to get her mouth to move. Keep driving that double dick in. When it's rooted deep. I think her tongue will pop out."
"I don't know…" Jim began haying misgivings. "Look at the way she writhes and squirms. Those cords are chafing her skin. What I can see of her face is like a tight knot. She must hate me already."
"She probably does. And if you stop now, she always will. We've got to take her beyond pain to pleasures that she's never known."
"I sure as shit hope you're right!" Carver pushed the twin purring cocks in until the bottom of the U-bend was snug in the cleft between Ellen's writhing pussy and wringing tight ass. Her pussy was so shocked by stimulation that honey simmered from her slit and glossed her dense tangle of black pussy-hair.
"That's more juice than I thought she had!" Jim said.
"It's nice to see, but she's still keeping her mouth closed, Jim. Make her eat my cunt. Make her taste your cum. I know she'll want, more after that."
"Well, let's see what else you've got in that leather toy chest of yours. Hmmmnn, a cat-o-nine-tails. I haven't seen one of these since I was in sixth grade in a super-strict private school."
"Don't you think she deserves a few lashes?" Letha asked wickedly.
"Yeah, about twenty, I'd say. One for each year she's made my cock suffer."
"Go to it, Jim. Whipped pussy is like whipped butter, softer, sweeter, and easier to spread."
"Yeah!" He hurled his arm back and the nine leather tongues of the lash all hissed. Ellen cringed, and Letha could feel the woman's clenched lips squirm expectantly in her wet crotch.
The cat came down on the dome of her cunt with a loud crack. It was a whip specially made for mild discipline, with light thongs that would sting and smart but not permanently scar the skin.
"Harder, harder!" Letha said. "She hasn't licked my pussy yet."
"Come on Ellen. All the years you've been bitching at me, I thought your tongue would never stop wagging."
He lashed higher up and stung her big tits. A fan-like pattern of red welts blazed on her creamy melon-sized tits.
Ellen gave a muffled cry.
"That almost did it, Jim. I felt her tongue wiggle."
"Eat that pussy, Ellen. Show the Phantom what a big mouth you have!"
"Whip her pussy again. That dildo is making her cunt bulge. If one of the knotted tips hits that, she'll think her pussy and ass are both on fire!"
"Ha-ha!" Jim's arm blurred forward. The biting tongues of leather fanned all over Ellen's anguished pussy, but missed scoring a direct hit on her clit.
"Again!" Letha cried.
"Ooooh!" Ellen's muffled voice roared.
That time the stinging lash had hit her clit dead-center. Her lush body arched and writhed.
"Whip those big ripe nipples, Jim… left, right, left, right!" Letha chanted like a drill sergeant and Carver was happy to oblige.
Each crack of the lash made Ellen's body quiver more violently.
"I could shield your tits," Letha told her. "I could cover them with my warm hands." She did that and began to knead the lush tits, whipped hot until her large nipples felt like glowing embers.
Letha flicked her swollen tit crowns with the sharp points of her blood-red artificial nails. To Ellen it felt like live wires spitting sparks. Heat unlike the sting of the lash came from the flicking fingertips. It flowed into Ellen's heaving chest and made her moan with joy.
"There, you see? Your nipples are like magic sex-buttons to help turn you on. Whip her clit again for me, would you, Jim?"
"Oooh!" Ellen moaned. She shook her head even though that pulled her hair, trapped under the Phantom's bent knees.
"Would you rather have me kiss it?"
Ellen didn't know. It all seemed like hideous torment to her, but the black-clad woman's whirling fingers were sending delightful shocks of pleasure down her spine. Poor prissy Mrs. Carver feared pleasure more than she did pain.
"Lick my cunt, Ellen. Then I'll lick yours. My one tongue is much nicer than the vicious cat's nine."