Henry Perkins - The neighbor_s wife in chains

Brenda groaned as her head was pulled back down by fingers in her hair. As soon as her face was tilted backward, Sally Moore stood on tip toes and moved forward, then rocked back onto her heels with her cunt smothering into Brenda's face. The frightened newlywed woman's eyes bulged then focused and she realized that she was staring directly at Sally's ass cheeks and shithole from just an inch or two away. Her whole visual world was now confined to a sea of pink skin and the brown bud of an asshole. The smell of pussy and the muskiness of shitter both swirled into Brenda's nose, as the flavor of cunt flooded through her mouth.

And then her tits exploded in pain. Carla had lashed a thin riding crop right down across the nipples. The tit mounds leaped from the blow and danced all over the young captive's chest. A scarlet line was etched across the top of both tits, broken by the cleavage, but crossing both of the aching nipples.

Brenda tried to shriek, but her sounds were muffled by the young blonde's cunt. Sally giggled when she felt her pussy balloon inside from the slave's efforts to scream. In response, she wiggled her cunt gash even more firmly down onto Brenda's mouth, wishing she could force the captive's whole head inside.

"This will teach you, you fucking slut!" the fiery Carla hissed as she slashed down with the riding crop.

An angry red line of tortured skin scared across Brenda's stomach. Again, her efforts to cry out were smothered by pussy, so the young captive couldn't even protest the beating.

"Take this!" Carla laughed sadistically, and she slammed the riding crop again into Brenda's tits. "All cunts who aren't dominating like me had better learn a lesson. There are those in the world who are going to make the pain, and those who have to take it!"

Brenda couldn't see the blows coming and prepare herself for the pain, so each time she was caught unaware. Whether the next lashing would land on her tits, stomach or the fronts of her thighs, there was just no way for the tortured young woman to know. But no matter where, each time the riding crop kissed her, it was with the fiery agony of flame. An instant trail of burning skin would erupt somewhere on the front of her body and a blinding flash of pain would almost tear her brain from her spine. The torture of the riding crop was almost beyond comprehension, particularly when mixed with the other confusing sensations that were now running rampant in her body.

A great portion of that other sensation was being stirred up in Brenda's pussy. Her cunt gash was spread by the chains holding her feet high and to the sides, so Brenda's neighbor had full access to her tiny flowering pussy. At first Laura licked it, running the tip of her tongue from the miniscule cunt still hiding in its folds clear down to the mouth of the cunthole at the other end of the slit. There the tongue swept around the curve of the end of the pussy gash, licking the edge of the fuck-pit. A couple of times, Laura allowed her tongue to skip out of the chasm and onto Brenda's puckered little asshole. There the tip wormed its way a fraction of an inch into the tightly gripping ass ring, causing Brenda's hips to tremble and sway. The muscles of the thighs of the young captive tensed and loosened again and again as the pleasure of the woman's tongue drove her wild.

And Laura was proud of that. She knew that all torture didn't involve the lashing of tender flesh with whips, such as Carla decided to do. A taunting, tempting touch of tongue to sex-crazed pussymeat, stimulating but never quite enough to make it cum, often caused a female slave more agony than the beating of her body. And Laura was an expert at eating pussy, knowing just what to do to make the young woman's cunt grip with anticipated release but never quite giving it enough to find its sexual relief. Her fingertips tugged at the sensitive inner cuntlips, distending them outward, then she licked along their sides.

Leaning back for a second, she could see that Brenda's cunt hole was gasping open, looking like a dark tunnel reaching far into her guts. The tiny asshole was also working, forcing its bulge in and out, and Laura knew she had this slave almost demented from her pussy needing sexual relief. A few more minutes and she'd push the slave's body past its limits, and then even cumming wouldn't settle Brenda's hot pussy down.

Brenda was going wild. She wanted to scream at Laura Stone to hurry up and make her poor pussy cum. Brenda's whole lower body felt like it was on fire and the base of he spine had already melted into a puddle. But each time the sexual blast seemed to come near, the sadistic female pussy-eater would back off with her tongue. Brenda's cunt and ass ached from the exquisite agony of being denied a desperately needed cum.

And that agony blended with the pain of the lash as Carla continued to beat. Brenda's stomach and tits with the riding crop. The blows came regularly now, spaced around the front of her body, until her skin was a cross-hatch of bright scarlet lines.

But, if those two things weren't enough, Brenda's face was filled with pussy. It seemed like the fluttering cunt was trying to suck her whole head in and swallow it, and Brenda groaned when she lustily wondered how such a lewd thing would feel. Her tongue was shoved far out of her lips to glide back and forth inside Sally's pistoning pussy. As earlier in the day, the young blonde neighbor couldn't seem to keep still while she had her cunt mashed against a feminine face.

Brenda felt like she had already swallowed a gallon of pussy juices, and there was always more on the way. Part of it was smeared thickly over her entire face, even up into her hair, but most of it gushed into her mouth. Every few seconds the back of her mouth would grow full, then she'd gulp desperately and swallow it down. And each warm drop that slid down her gullet to her stomach seemed to set off its own individual sexual spark.

Brenda, in a flash of understanding, realized that sucking pussy juices was like drinking an aphrodisiac.

Swack! The riding crop struck her tits again. Was that pain that was gripping her, or was it sexual lightning bolts flashing up from her cunt?

Swack! Her abdomen was on fire. Was it from the brutal riding crop, or was the pussy juice lightning blazed in her stomach and guts?

Brenda could no longer sort the sensations out. She couldn't tell the pleasure from the pain. All of it combined in her body into a single tidal wave that threatened to wash her away.

The cunt on her face slid down off her chin as Sally reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her fingers. She went up onto her toes then sat back down again with her shit hole smashed against Brenda's lips.

"Eat my asshole!" the sex-crazed blonde screamed, pulling her ass cheeks even more severely out of the way. "Corn-hole your fucking tongue clear up my shitter!"

Brenda felt the woman's asshole against her lips. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth. The tip touched the wrinkled bud then the whole tongue curled to give it the strength to fuck up into the shitter. She pushed and the stiff tongue rammed up into the terrible tightness of Sally's sexy little asshole.

Laura had heard what was going on. She clipped her own face clown below Brenda's cunt. When her tongue found the shit hole, it curled and fucked up the slave's ass.

It was too much to believe! Brenda's mind whirled through the fog of her lust. Here she was eating out one neighbor's shit hole while another neighbor fucked her asshole with a tongue. The blazes in Brenda's body grew even hotter and all burned into one. No longer was there any separation; her whole body was a bundle of fired-up sex nerves just as hot as her throbbing clit.

Carla shrieked in laughter. She pulled the riding crop high overhead. The evil black lash slashed down, searing the young captive's tits. But no longer did the slave girl recoil from the blow. Her body seemed to arch up for more.