"No!" Brenda squealed again.
But her protests were too late. In an instant, Tom grabbed the top of his codpiece and ripped the leather patch away. Immediately a heavy mass of male fuck-meat sprang out in the form of a raging hard cock, and the man laughed savagely as Brenda trembled speechless at the sight of his heavy club of a prick.
"How about this for a cunt-fucker?" he chided Brenda, taking the massive shaft of his cock in the fingers of one hand. "It's one of the biggest pricks you'll be able to find anywhere in the neighborhood, but I guess a little slut like you will find that out for herself."
"Bill!" Brenda squeaked, using her bare heels to push herself on the carpet, away from the man.
Her shoes had fallen off during the tumble and her skirt had hiked up over her hips. The tiny bikini panties were in full sight and the thin material barely covered her pussy and cunt. The skin beneath the filmy cloth burned as she felt Tom's evil eyes staring holes right through her panties.
But no matter how much she pleaded to Bill for assistance, her husband was absolutely no help. He was mesmerized by the sight of Carla's juicy cunt as the tall red-haired bitch reached back onto the bar and picked up a short, black riding crop which she snapped against the side of her right leg.
"I think it's time you paid a little more attention to my pussy," Carla hissed at the entranced Bill. "So come over here and get down on your fucking knees!"
As Brenda watched, Bill was like a zombie as he stumbled forward then sank to his knees just a few feet in front of Carla's cunt. He shuffled those last few inches on his knees until his face was almost pushed into Carla's exposed pussy.
"Bill! What are you doing?" Brenda screamed frantically from where she lay back on the floor.
What she was seeing was totally unbelievable – her husband, Bill, was almost shoving his nose into their neighbor's hairy pussy! Brenda's mind whirled and she wondered for a second whether all of this was simply a bad dream as she lay unconscious on the floor from the blow to her head. But the snarling, acid-like voice of Carla was like a blow to her face – waking her to the fact that every bit of this horror was terribly, terribly real – when the red-haired woman ordered Brenda's husband to come forward and lick her pussy.
"Stop it!" Brenda cried, tears of panic rolling out of her eyes.
But Bill didn't hear her, so deeply did Carla control him, and Brenda watched as her husband's tongue licked into the red-haired Amazon's cunt gash. The sight shacked Brenda so badly that it stole her breath and she wasn't able to tear her eyes away.
Then, quickly, Brenda had worries of her own. A large hand crashed into her chest and the fingers wrapped into the top of her dress. With one quick jerk, the whole bodice of the dress was ripped out, and her tits suddenly were quivering nakedly on her chest in the subtle light of the room. The waist of the dress had stopped the tear, but Tom's fist simply bunched the loose cloth in his fingers at Brenda's belly then gave another mighty tug. This time the entire front of the yellow dress tore away, leaving Brenda's body naked except for the tiny bikini panties that covered her cunt and ass.
Her head snapped back wards, cracking against the carpet as both of her hands dived down the front of her body to protect her pussy. But Tom's next action was to tear away the shoulders and sleeves, completely freeing her of the dress as the back collapsed loosely to the floor. Brenda's eyes bulged as she stared up at the brutal man, who stood sneering down at her with his cock bobbing and weaving from his crotch. Brenda gulped when she got a closer look, because now that he had stepped up to her, she was looking at his huge prick free just a couple of feet away.
The meaty cockshaft was marked with dark, jagged lines beneath the skin – bulging veins carrying blood that tinted the swollen cockhead almost purple. The underside of the cockhead looked like the front of a Roman helmet, and heavy, hairy balls hung out of the hole in the leather trousers, which the removal of the codpiece had laid bare.
Her hands and the filmy bikini panties the only protection her pussy had, and both proved to be futile as Tom swept away her arms with two blows of his fist. Then his thick fingers caught in the front of the panties and ripped them completely away. Sneering, he tossed the now-useless material to the side and glared down at the frightened naked woman.
Brenda didn't know what to do. Panic gripped her, and all that she managed was to tremble and cry. Her hands started for her lightly furred pussy once again, but the sudden fury of Tom's brown eyes warned her to keep them away. In the background, she could hear the slurping sound of her husband's tongue in Carla's juicy cunt. But, at the time, she had little chance to worry about that since it appeared that her own sexual torture was about to begin.
But, surprisingly, Tom turned away from her to walk over to a cabinet mounted on one wall. He opened its door and rustled around the interior with his hand, then brought back a short leather band with something metallic shining at one end. Brenda thought he was going to hit her and she scrambled to cover her tits and her cunt with her arms and hands. But his fingers grasped into her golden hair and her shoulders and head were lifted completely from the floor. Brenda's scalp exploded in pain as she was pulled up to sit on her naked ass. Then Tom wrapped the leather band around her neck from the back and clicked the metal lock into place. When he stepped back again, Brenda's hands flew to her throat, where her fingers found the leather collar inescapably clasped. On the front of the flattened lock was a small metal ring, but Brenda had little time to explore that with her fingers before Tom jerked her to her feet by yanking on one of her arms. She flew up. Even her toes left the floor. She crashed down heavily on her heels. She would have tumbled forward if Tom hadn't held her up by her arm.
"Now let's give you a good look at that cunt licking husband of yours," the man snarled, pulling her toward a high wooden bench that looked like a piano stood built twice too far from the ground.
Tom rudely pushed Brenda face-down over the short, rectangular beach, with her head overhanging one cud and her ass fastened to the front legs of the beach next to the floor. The position pulled Brenda's toes from the floor and the weight of her body pressed down onto her tits. She lifted her head and looked straight out. Right before her, just a few feet away, her panting husband was eating Carla Wyman's hot clit.
"Lick it harder, you little shit." Carla snarled down at pussy-eating Bill. "Run that fucking tongue of yours all the way up my greasy slit!"
Bill's head drew back for a second and Brenda could see cunt juices all over his face. All around his mouth, the pussy nectar glistened almost as if the woman's leaking fuck-pit had been pouring grease into his face. The cunt sap dribbled across both sides of his chin and streaked down his neck. As Brenda watched, her husband's tongue licked out and lapped round his mouth to collect the pussy juice on his face. In that second, Carla's hands unbuttoned her skirt and she flicked the leather garment away. Now her pussy and ass were naked even though she still wore a garter belt, hose and boots below her waist. Her ass flesh was a healthy pink, and Brenda could see now that the woman's fiery cunt hair crawled thickly up her belly almost to her navel. Her pussy muff was like a forest of tight, kinky red hair that surrounded cuntlips flared open to show the coral flesh of her dint folds.
Brenda groaned. Never had she seen such an awful thing. And to make matters worse, Bill's face was dipping back in with his tongue leading the way. Brenda saw his long licker push into the gaping pussy, then his face covered Carla's crotch as he fucked his tongue far up her cunt hole.