Then a final crash shocked her and it felt like she was blasting her guts out through her cunt. The wild combination of pleasure and pain almost ripped off her head, and the wildly cumming Brenda passed out before his prick was even through shooting cum into her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I still don't know why we have to go over there," Brenda said as she walked beside her husband across the street in front of their house. Immediately in front of her, tucked behind high evergreen bushes, was the hidden house of the Wymans.
"They're our neighbors," Bill insisted, reaching over to take her hand. He dragged Brenda along, making her hurry across the street even though there were no cars anywhere on the secluded road. "Besides, Carla Wyman helped me get my job down at the office, and I think it would be a good idea to at least act neighborly."
"I know she did," Brenda sulked. "But it's not like they're our best friends. I've only said hello to Carla a couple of times from across the road, and I haven't done anything but wave to her husband."
"It's Tom," Bill said sharply, squeezing her hand as he walked. "Her husband's name is Tom. And I want you to treat the Wymans like they're good neighbors that you've known for half of your life."
"Just because they live across the street doesn't mean we have anything in common with them," Brenda complained stubbornly, unable to keep from thinking about what she had watched the day before across the wall.
The Stones lived even closer than the Wymans and that certainly didn't mean a thing. Bill was coming on with this neighbor bit, and she wondered what he would think if he knew what a pair of neighbors had been doing out in their yard the day before. Maybe that would change his mind, but Brenda knew better than to bring it up now.
The night before, Bill had been asleep on his side of the bed when Brenda had struggled away on into the early morning hours. He had been naked, his cock laying heavily over onto his left leg, and her pussy hair had been matted with cunt juices, which had also dried down her ass crease and all over the cheeks of her ass.
The smell of cunt hovered in the air as she pushed herself up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. There, she turned on the light and stepped up to the mirror, using her fingers to pull the skin of her pussy mound tight. Through the light cunt hair, she could see tiny marks that Bill had left with his teeth. When she touched them, they were tender and tingling, but there really wasn't much pain. Using a wash cloth, she washed the dried juices from her cunt hair and ass, at least cutting down some of the heady sex smell.
What would Bill think of her? She had worded about that through the rest of the dark hours and then all during the day while he was at work. It was the first afternoon in the three weeks since they moved into the house that she didn't dare to go into the back yard to work with her plants. She was afraid that if she heard the rutting sounds of spanking and fucking drifting over the wall, she would find herself climbing back up onto the concrete blocks to finger fuck herself.
They stepped up onto the porch and Bill knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps sounded on the other side of the portal and suddenly the door was pulled open. In the blue light from the porch and that shining through from the hallway inside, Brenda could see an imposing form – broad shoulders and heavy male body that was all muscle and bone without a trace of fat. Tom Wyman was three inches taller than her own husband and was a solid-packed two hundred pounds.
"Right on time," Tom said gruffly as he stepped aside so the newlywed pair could come in. "All the way down the hall, then go to the left." He shut and locked the door behind them.
Brenda scrambled along behind Bill, trying to keep one hand on his arm. He almost lost her in the turn to the left and she was just catching up when he stepped into a large room. Suddenly he stopped, and the scampering Brenda ran abruptly into his back. Startled, she yipped, as Bill finally moved out of the way. A large, rough hand touched Brenda firmly on the top of the back and pushed her into the room. She was so bothered by Tom's insistent touch and the impatient way he was pushing that Brenda didn't notice at first what had brought Bill up short. It wasn't until she was several feet onto the carpet of the huge recreation room that she saw Carla Wyman poised on the other side of the room close to the large, wooden bar.
Carla was imposing, almost like a Goddess as she stood with her back to the bar with the rear of her fists driven onto the top flare of her hips. Her red hair was like flames dancing around her head in the soft light, as if someone had made a candle shaped like a sexy female body decked out in a leather outfit that was as deeply black as sin. Her chest was apparently bare except for a cowhide vest that was opened down the front, but which covered her magnificent tits. Below her large, strongly indented navel, the waistband of a tight leather skirt cut across her flat stomach. The hem of the skirt barely reached onto her thighs, where Brenda could see the bottom snaps of an ebony garter belt. The stockings the garter belt held up were a deep charcoal and tall leather boots – as black as the rest of her outfit – reached up almost to her knees and ended in severely spiked heels. The extra height Carla gained from the five-inch spikes raised her until she was even taller than Bill.
"So I see you made it," she said to Bill in a voice that sounded somehow demanding. "And you brought along that pretty little wife of yours, just like you were told."
"What do you mean?" Brenda asked the near-naked Goddess in a shrill voice. Then, when Carla didn't answer, Brenda turned toward Bill! She read his face; he looked scared but not confused. "What does she mean, Bill? Why is she almost naked and what does she mean about you doing as you were told?"
He wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead, he alibied weakly: "She was going to cost me my job. And, besides Brenda, they are our neighbors. Why shouldn't we come over to see them if we want?"
"Neighbors?" Brenda exclaimed as she wheeled back toward Carla.
The young newlywed was almost flabbergasted. She felt like she had stepped into a confusing movie, and she desperately needed to know what was going on. But, before she had a chance to ask again for an answer, Carla smiled sadistically and put one of her booted feet up onto a nearby stool.
"I've got something you might remember," the red-haired Carla hissed toward Brenda's husband. "And you don't have to worry – it's already hot and wet."
Brenda's jaw fell. She could look right up the hem of the older woman's leather skirt and see that Carla wasn't wearing panties! Flame-red hair swarmed over a prominent pussy mound, and the lips of the naked cunt gash flared open.
"No!" Brenda squealed as she started backing up.
A large callused hand caught her squarely in the back and shoved viciously, and the young woman tumbled forward to fall to her knees on the floor. Her hands weren't quick enough to catch her weight and her shoulders continued down, her forehead hitting the carpet. White lights flashed behind Brenda's eyes and bells rang in her ears. It felt like her brain was ricocheting around inside her skull. A dagger of pain sliced from her forehead clear to the back of her neck, causing her to lose her balance. Moaning, the girl rolled heavily onto her side.
She groaned as she lifted herself up on one elbow and shook her head in a frantic effort to clear it. She glanced back toward the doorway from where the shove had come, and saw Tom Wyman's massive body towering above her. She hadn't noticed it when she and Bill had come into the house, but up close from the floor she could see that Tom's tight trousers were made from rawhide, just like his wife's clutching skirt. And, at his crotch, which was tightly stretched and showed the hefty bulk of his cock, a leather codpiece had been snapped into place.
He laughed down at the frightened young newlywed, his voice like spikes to Brenda's ears. "Carla's been neighborly to Bill and showed him her pussy, so I guess the least I can do is to be equally as friendly and show you my prick."