Mark Carver - Family flesh feast

Georgia wrapped her arms around Donna and hugged her tight, crushing her hot tits to the brunette's and grinding her soaked cunt against her dripping crotch, keeping her intensely hot. She French kissed the housewife for a minute, firing her to a still hotter pitch.

"Before I finish eating your delicious pussy," Georgia whispered in her ear, rubbing Donna's ripe ass in her greedy fingers, "who don't you go down on me for a minute, honey? Then we'll both be smoking and we'll sixty-nine. All right?"

Donna nodded feverishly, barely aware of Al in the background. She felt tremendously guilty and excited and curious all at once, eager to do something so shocking and forbidden the obscene memory would haunt – and thrill – her during the long monotonous days in the peaceful town.

The swinger placed her ass on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her thighs wide. Her pink wet cunt shone lewdly through the slit in her sheer panties, weaving lustily as she undulated her hips in a dance.

When Donna hesitated, Georgia whispered, "Come on, honey, it's delicious, really! Yours is so hot and juicy, just like mine, so yummy, darling. Come on now, kneel down and nibble on my little pink feast, you know you're going to love it, so delicious and squirmy and hot, mmmmmmm! Come get it, baby…"

Hypnotized by Georgia's eagerly sucking cunt, Donna fell to her knees and hunched between, the velvety thighs. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart beat wildly against her ribs. A whiff of perfumed heat struck her nostrils and with a soft moan she fell forward, kissing the fiery cunt lips. Her moans grew deeper and wilder and Donna began burrowing her mouth in a lust frenzy to Georgia's juicy slit, her hands clutching the swinger's hot ass.

It was good! It was fantastically delicious to her lips, a mass of writhing wet sex, sucking lewdly at her lapping tongue, Georgia's burning thighs locked to her cheeks.

Good God, I'm eating cunt and I love it! thought Donna, shocked and trembling with wanton excitement. She kissed and sucked and lapped deep with her eager tongue, tingles of obscene relish sparking in her mouth as Georgia's boiling honey began to flow.

"Oh good girl!" Georgia gasped, rocking her ass feverishly. "Oh honey, can you eat it! Oooooooo, hot loving lips! Crazy tongue unnnnnnnnnnnngh! Lick my asshole, quick!"

As Donna hurried to obey, Al calmly adjusted the focus on the Polaroid and snapped. He took a full series of vivid color shots and slipped a new pack in the camera. Not only were they for his vast collection – possibly the best collection in the state, bringing back fond memories on dull nights when he and his wife chuckled over them, like happy family memories – but the shots would come in very handy as part of the programming process. More fear, more panic, more desperation, greater anxiety, more effective results.

Besides, he and Georgia were getting bored during the week in this hick town and the pictures were insurance that Donna Moore wouldn't get Housewife's Remorse, a common affliction among beginners. From the way she was whimpering and digging her frantic mouth to Georgia's thrashing cunt, it didn't seem likely at the moment. But once they got heavily into the punishment aspect she would have a swift change of mind.

"Oh you loving oooooo! Cunt sucking angel, you!" cried Georgia, jerking her pussy savagely to Donna's mouth. "Ah! Oh! Ooooooo! Love your crazy tongue! Wild lips! Suck harder, deeper, faster, commiiiiiinnnnng! Eeeee!"

Donna was on the verge of fingerfucking herself while she ravenously devoured the swinger's juicy slit. Her excitement was so great her own pussy felt as if it would explode any moment. There was cunt honey all over her face, smeared like a mask of lust, and her perspiring tits and ass weaved and bounced with obscene fervor.

If Georgia tasted this fantastically exciting and delicious, what would Jenny's pussy be like? Would her own luscious daughter scream and gush boiling nectar into her mouth deliriously and sob praise on her?

Only when Georgia came a half-dozen times in a row, fucking Donna's greedy mouth with violent lunges of her hips, did she push the brunette's blazing lips away from her crotch.

"You did – whew! – wonderful, Donna! You're absolutely a joy, a born pussy eater, darling."

Donna smiled…

Georgia was in ecstasy.

"My turn now," Donna whispered urgently, standing up. "If I don't come soon I'll lose my mind!"

"You may lose it anyway," Georgia chuckled, getting up from the bed. Donna followed her with her eyes as the swinger went to the closet. But she didn't open the door. For the first time the dazed brunette noticed an odd steel frame in the corner of the room, about seven feet high. It was on casters. Casually, as though she did it every night, Georgia rolled the huge frame out to a large bare space between the bed and dresser. Chains dangled from all four corners of the frame.

At first, Donna was intensely curious. Lord, this was such fun! No longer the dreary, bored housewife thumbing through ladies' magazines and clipping out recipes, but a daring adventurer in the glittering, wanton world of sex.

"Now you just step up to the frame, honey, and spread your arms and legs out like a skydiver," Georgia told her. "Or is it muff diver? Come on now, sweetheart, and I'll suck your cunt off until you go crazy with happiness."

"But – why? You don't have to chain me, Georgia! I'll do anything you two want – that's why I came over here, for fun and games!"

"Shhhhhh," the swinger purred, stepping close to caress one of Donna's lush hot tits. "We're just going to give you a wee spanking. It won't even hurt, honey, just a itty bitty fanny paddling for being naughty."

She ground her silken, steaming cunt to Donna's and the housewife felt her will weaken. They were definitely weird, but a little spanking wouldn't hurt… She obeyed, feeling strangely helpless and humble as Al and Georgia lopped the manacles around her wrists and ankles.

Al stood before her, his meat bristling with crimson power, his head nodding with satisfaction. "Work her panties down, Georgia, so her beautiful ass is bare." Al picked up the vicious black whip, caressing it lovingly with his fingertips. "You are indeed naughty, Mrs. Moore, and your punishment is just. Fortunately for you, wickedness can be purged. Say after me, I am naughty and I must be punished. Say it!"

Donna gaped at him with horror. He was a nut! "But I'm not naughty, Goddammit!" the brunette protested, squirming her naked flesh now with quivers of both lust and fear. "And don't talk to me like I'm a six-year-old!"

Behind her, Georgia was kneeling and rolling her panties down halfway along her thighs, pausing to kiss each creamy cheek with tenderness, licking the hot flesh hungrily.

Al twitched the whip in his fingers to make Donna gasp with rising terror. Hell, he wasn't going to spank her with that… was he?

"If I speak to you as though you're a six-year-old, it's because you are a six-year-old emotionally, Mrs. Moore." He assumed a patient lecturing tone, but the strange glint in his eyes chilled her blood, a burning gleam that suggested he might be just a trifle unbalanced. He had that horrible God-like look of terrifying power.

For the first time Donna realized how utterly helpless she was, chained to the bizarre frame like a crucifixion.

"You wouldn't put yourself in such a ridiculous position with perfect strangers unless you are an emotional infant," Al went on, shaking his head sadly. "You must be punished because pain is a cathartic, a purge for your childish notion that life is a jolly romp in the hay, all fun and games."

As if to emphasize their craziness, Georgia was now softly biting Donna's lush ass with tiny whimpers of delight. She gathered up folds of satiny hot flesh in her mouth and licked it obscenely. Al called it her anal fixation, but whatever the label, she loved big, juicy asses like this, adored kissing and biting and sucking and spanking and whipping creamy mounds like Donna's.