"Just a second," Brad snapped, pumping so hard his ass was a blur. "Gonna give this little baby the first wad of cum to suck down."
Cum, Sharon thought. Sweet, delicious cum to lick out! The mere mention of the word was enough to cause her throat to spasm with hunger. She began gobbling furiously on his cock shaft, trying it seemed, to swallow it right into her stomach.
And then it happened. The first rush of molten jism hit the back of her throat. When it did, her climax became more violent. Pleasure bordered pain, then crossed the threshold.
"Aaaghhhh!" she coughed, inhaling the acrid aroma of his crotch. Another convulsion of raw pleasure shot up and down her spine.
"Me!" Nancy begged, licking into Brad's crotch hairs. "I… I want to suck some cum… please, baby."
Brad jerked his prick out of Sharon's mouth and plunged it hard into Nancy's throat.
"Take it, bitch," he growled, pumping in a few quick wads of cum.
For Sharon, just a taste was not enough. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and yanked it out of Nancy's mouth.
When she did, a massive splatter of jism hit her between the eyes, then quickly rolled across her cheek. She didn't mind, however, because there was plenty left in his balls.
"Mmmmm," she gurgled, completely sucking him dry. As she did, she felt Nancy's warm tongue on her cheek, cleaning up the stray globs of cum.
"Ohhh, fucking shit! That's all," Brad said, pressing his full weight down on both their faces. "Not a drop more."
A few moments later. Sharon spit his cock from her mouth and turned her head to one side. She lot her lips move over Nancy's, open mouth, then kissed the woman passionately. The flavor of spit and cum made her moan with renewed pleasure.
It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The softness of a female, and the muscular form of a man against her face. The best of both worlds.
"I love this," she whispered, darting her tongue against Nancy's. "You people sure know how to fuck, let me tell you."
"Mmmmm, this is nothing," Nancy whispered. "It gets a lot better."
"Better?" Sharon asked. "How could anything be better?"
"Shall we show her, Brad?" Nancy suggested, pushing her head against her husband's stomach.
"Think she can take it?" the man said.
Something in their tone made Sharon shiver. Like being in a haunted house in the daytime. Not scary, but uneasy.
Brad pulled away and moved off the bed. He began untying his wife's bonds, then gave Sharon a cool glance.
"Now the fun begins," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Just let me go home and get," Sharon began, suddenly wanting out, away.
"You're not going anywhere," Nancy said. "Not for a long time."
"What do you mean?" Sharon gasped. They were both locking at her strangely, like hungry dogs.
"Why, baby, we're gonna give you what you've been wanting all your life," Brad said, stroking her hair. He pushed her back down on the bed when she tried to get up. "Now, you can make it easy, or hard. It's up to you."
"Don't… please," Sharon begged, her eyes widening with fear. "Don't hurt me."
"That's part of the fun!" Nancy said. "But this time, we're not in an apartment, and we can do everything."
Sharon remembered her saying something earlier about getting kicked out of their apartment. What had they done?
"She's gonna be better than the last one," Brad said. "Something tells me that."
"I want to go home?" Sharon whined, her voice trembling.
"We'll let you go home," Brad said, his gaze intensifying. "When your husband comes back."
"But-but that won't be for two weeks!" Sharon exclaimed.
"Yeah, too bad it's such a short period of time," Brad laughed. "But I guess we can do a lot in two weeks, can't we Nancy?"
"Yes," his wife said ominously, her teeth bared in a wide, sadistic grin. "And let's start right now."
Sharon began screaming.
CHAPTER FOUR
Before Sharon knew what was happening, Brad and Nancy yanked her arms and legs out and wrapped ropes about her wrists and ankles. She tried struggling, but it was useless.
"What are you going to do?" she gasped, her eyes wide with terror.
"Show her, honey," Nancy said to her husband as she tightened the ropes and attached them to the frame of the bed. "Stick your prick to her and fuck the living shit out of her."
Brad was inside her before she knew what was happening, his monstrous cock stretching her cunt opening to the breaking point. His mouth was on hers, his tongue digging in and out, almost matching the hard strokes of his throbbing cock.
"Ohhh, yes, baby," he groaned. "Just as hot and tight as I thought it would be. Shit, even hotter."
It had happened so quickly, Sharon couldn't believe it. And the pain! It felt as if she had a baseball bat up her cunt. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her, his fingers kneading the flesh of her back. His hairy chest was scratching her sensitive nipples.
"Don't… please," she gasped, throwing her head to one side, "it hurts."
"Just go with it, sweetheart," Brad grunted into her mouth. "You just might fucking like it."
"Yeah," Nancy agreed, rubbing her open palm over her husband's pumping ass. "Fuck him hard, because I want to eat his cum out of your pussy."
Sharon cried out again, feeling revulsion sweep over her till her throat rumbled with vomit. It just couldn't be happening!
Yet, it was. His cock was tearing in and out like some savage instrument of torture. She wondered suddenly if she would ever be able to walk again.
"It hurts," she cried out. "You're killing me!"
She pulled against the bonds at her wrists, but the rough hemp only tore into her flesh. She moaned again in agony, feeling her insides constrict.
"Don't try to get free, sweet baby," Brad said, feeling her squirm beneath him. "You're hog-tied. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Gonna fuck you like a little pig."
"Ohhhh, God, don't," Sharon begged. Then as she looked at both their grinning faces, their eyes gleaming with lust, she became angry.
"You bastards," she said. "I… I'll tell the police."
"You will, huh?" Brad said, a sadistic smile on his handsome face. "Well, I guess we'll have to give you something really good to tell them."
Sharon jerked when she felt the cold, metallic touch of something against her side. Then, as the instrument moved to her right tit, she knew what it was.
A pair of pliers!
For God's sake! Why?
"No, please, Jesus, no!" she gasped, her eyes widening with pure horror as she realized the awful truth.
Before she had gotten the words out, she felt the small jaws of the pliers bite around her right nipple, then close. She hadn't thought pain could be so intense.
"Aaaaghhhh!" she shrieked.
"Scream, you little whore," Brad grunted, tightening his grip on the pliers. "I love it when you hurt that way you bounce around real nice."
It was true, Sharon realized. Under the torture, she was thrashing and bucking, causing his cock to drive even more powerfully inside her cunt.
The pain grew even worse, feeling like jolts of electricity shooting into her chest. It was so horrible, it made the agony in her cunt seem to feel good.
As she gritted her teeth and gave panting groans of anguish, she even imagined the pressure of his prick was feeling good!
She struggled beneath him, feeling the sensations inside her cunt grow more intense. She was soon to be amazed that her fluttering pussy walls were beginning to suck on his prick shaft, pull him farther inside.
A million confusing thoughts scrambled her mind. How could it be happening? While being taken, raped like this, tied down, her pussy was ready to explode with pleasure! It wasn't right!