Henry Perkins - The neighbor_s wife in chains

As Brenda trembled, the raging cock backed out other pussy halo, and the walls of her cunt slowly collapsed back onto themselves. Tom glanced down at Bill then laughed loudly, as he realized how completely dominated the young man had become. Then Tom walked around to the front of the bench and stood with his wet prick, covered by pussy juices, pointing right toward Brenda's face.

She whimpered and clamped her lips tightly, then turned her face away from Tom so he couldn't attack her mouth with his cock. The slippery prickhead slid across her left cheek and poked into the bell of her ear. Then thick fingers wrapped into her hair and jerked her head back around. The greasy cockhead centered itself squarely on her lips. He held her face there for a moment, prick touching lips, and Brenda desperately pinched her mouth closed.

"So you think you're hot going to open up?" he laughed at her. "Just watch this."

Tom yanked on Brenda's hair, pulling it toward the center of her back. Brenda's neck arched back, bending unnaturally, until the frightened young woman was afraid it would break. Her breath was gone; the muscles in her neck were frozen. Her face was red from strain before she finally gasped open her mouth. As soon as her lips parted, the slippery cockhead pushed in over her tongue.

Carla cackled as if she were demented. "Look at your bitch wife eat prick!" she screamed at Bill. "Get up on your hands and knees and watch your cock-sucking wife!"

When Bill did as he was told, Carla swung one long leg over his body. She sat down heavily on the small of his back her naked wet pussy rubbing against his spine. With one hand, she pulled his hair to keep his face pointed toward his tortured wife's mouth, as her other hand lashed the thin riding crop against his unprotected ass with sharp slaps that echoed through the room.

Brenda herd the sounds of the ass-beating and she could see it out of the corner of one eye, but her mouth was too full of unwanted prick for her to worry about her husband's pain. Her mouth was pried open as the cockhead jammed against the opening to her throat. Brenda almost gagged when she realized the taste swarming over her tongue came from the juices of her own cunt.

"Make your face into a tight pussy," Tom snarled down at Brenda. "Clamp down on my prick with your lips and cheeks or I'm going to fuck my cock clear down into your throat!"

The rubbery cockhead hammered at the back of her mouth, fucking clear to her tonsils. Somehow she knew that just a little more pressure would force the throbbing, thick cockshaft into her neck. Quickly her lips sealed the girth of the cockshaft and she sucked hard. Her cheeks collapsed onto the sides of the cock as her whole mouth squeezed on his prick.

"That's it," the sadistic man hissed. "Get ready to suck cum out of my balls!"

Her spit slickened the mouth-fucking cock. Lewd-sounding squishes came from her face each time Tom drove his throbbing prick to her tonsils. Saliva leaked from the corners of the captive newlywed woman's mouth, like pussy juices flowing onto her face. As it grew even more stimulated, the monstrous cock swelled to an impossible size. Brenda's jaw ached from the terrible pounding her mouth was talking, and her gasping breaths were leaving her throat feeling raw.

Bill sat on his naked ass, his eyes locked to his wife's face. Tom Wyman's colossal cock was fucking Brenda's pretty mouth, causing saliva to bubble from her lips. Never had Bill seen anything so exciting as the cock-sucking he was watching from just a couple of feet away. The fact that it was his wife, Brenda, who was being face-fucked stirred Bill's balls up even more.

All the time Bill watched, Carla was jacking on his cock, running tight fingers up and down the cockshaft. She had matched her stroke on Bill's prick to the fuck-thrusts of Tom's cock into Brenda's mouth, and it caused Bill's balls to begin to burn.

"Argh! Argh! Argh!" Brenda gargled around the prick that was raping her face.

The cockhead battered brutally against the back of her mouth. The prickmeat was growing hotter as it fucked her mouth, and the cockhead had begun to swell even more. Her to was pressed hard against the bottom of her mouth and saliva collected near her throat.

She gulped between his fuck-thrusts, which now started to come faster and stronger.

"Shit!" Tom exclaimed. "I'm about to cum! This bitch's mouth is sucking the cum from my balls!"

"Shoot it into her face!" Carla urged her husband as she beat savagely on Bill's horny prick. "Splash jism on her nose and in her eyes! Scald that bitch with your cum!"

Tom was happy to comply. As Bill's prick erupted in Carla's hand, shooting creamy cum high into the air, Tom jerked his cock out of Brenda's mouth and blasted his cum-load against the young woman's face. One thick gob of jism splashed across the bridge of her nose and another spattered into her left eye. Again and again, the prick pulsed cum into her face until all of her features were wet.

Brenda groaned as she slowly forced herself awake, turning on the mattress with her left hand reaching out to find the empty pillow beside her. Her eyes opened and she glanced across the expanse of the sheet. Then she realized that Bill wasn't with her in bed and she jerked up to sit in the middle of the mattress.

Slowly bits and pieces of what had happened began to come back to her. She and Bill had been at the Wymans' the night before and everything had gone totally wrong. They had walked into a totally strange world where sex and pleasure had been stirred in with pain to make whole different thing.

"My God!" she gasped.

She had been raped, not only in the pussy but also in the mouth! And the last time she remembered seeing her husband, Bill, he'd had Carla Wyman's hot pussy juices spread all over his face.

Brenda remembered that she hadn't been released from the bench until Tom Wyman had taken another go at her pussy. He'd fucked that thick cock up inside, but that time, however, he had blasted his stringy jism into her cunt, rather than saving it to shoot off into her face. Somewhere along the way, there was a vague memory of catching sight of Bill fucking Carla's pussy, but when Brenda was finally taken from the bench and yanked out of the room by Tom, Bill had been flat on his back in the middle of the floor with the tall, red-haired Carla once again squirting pussy juices into his face.

Brenda had been so bewildered by what had been going on that she had been halfway across the dark neighborhood street before she realized that Tom had pulled her naked out into the night. All Brenda had worn at the time was the leather collar with the metal lock and ring, which Tom hadn't bothered to take off. When she protested that she was naked and that Bill wasn't along, Tom had yanked on her arm, whipping her ahead and almost sending her sprawling into her front lawn. On the porch, he produced the key to her front door, let her inside then marched her into the bedroom. There, after warning her to stay put, Tom had turned and disappeared, leaving Brenda alone and confused.

Where was Bill? She wondered that again now. He still wasn't home, and the sunlight of Saturday morning was showing through the drapes. Brenda had been so desperately tired and frightened the night before that she hadn't even gone for a gown. When she awoke, she was still naked and smelled of dry cunt juices and cum.

Forcing herself up, she walked to the bathroom where she drew herself a deep bath. Before she got in, she tried to find some way out of the collar, but it was impossible to do. Maybe after he was home he could cut it off, but for now she'd just have to live with it as it was. After soaking in the bath to remove the stain and odor, she toweled herself off and went back, to the bedroom to dress.