Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

Lightning played up and down Jacqui's spine. Her shoulders heaved as she writhed under an electrical storm of sexual pleasure. With her body tilting down from where her butt was propped up by the bar of the weights, her small cone-shaped tits hung down so just the very tip of the swollen, finger-like nipples came in contact with the carpeted floor of the basement. The slightest motion of her naked body made the nipples scrape over the rough surface. The sensation made her jugs seem to swell like balloons, all but hurting with ecstasy.

"Eat me! Suck my pussy good!" she cried happily. "You know how to do it, baby! Oh God, I'm about to come – don't stop tonguing my pussy! Don't ever stop!"

Anne's tongue traced wet circles around the throbbing clit. Her eyes drank in the swell of Jacqui's ass cheeks, the saucy pertness of her asshole, the bearded pussy mouth gaping to kiss hers in a fragrant, oily embrace. Almost ready, she thought. Her own heartbeat pounded in her ears. She was almost as horny as the captive librarian!

Her tongue tweaked the straining clit, once, twice, again. It was like sticking an electric cattle prod up the woman's pussy. Jacqui's knees came off the floor as an overwhelming jolt of sensation smashed into her pussy, and then the first ring-tight contraction of climax was roaring the length of her brimming cunt like a runaway locomotive in the Holland Tunnel.

"Ahhh! Ngaaaahhhhh! I can feel it – I'm coming! Oh dear God, I'm coming too hard – can't stand it! I-I – AAIIIIEEEEEEEE!"

Anne rode Jacqui's climaxing body like a rodeo rider. For what she had in mind, the bound woman had to be carried along helplessly, mindlessly, ecstatically, from the crest of one come to the next. And Anne knew how to do it like no one else!

Climax after shattering climax pounded into Jacqui's snatch. Her mouth was open in a soundless cry of ultimate delight. A little trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth.

She felt Anne's tongue, lashing her cunt the way the girl had lashed her bare butt with the jump rope. The cheerleader's tongue whipped her cunt honey to a fine froth. Then it suddenly withdrew. Even as still another orgasm shook her, Jacqui moaned in disappointment.

And then the tongue was lapping her again. Oh God, how nice it felt! It wasn't probing the depths of her saucy cunt now, though. It was lapping in long, slobbering strokes across the hairy clam of her pussy. Every cool touch of that tongue sent fresh spasms of delight rampaging through her pussy.

Chuck let his breath out in a long exhalation. "Hoooooo boy," he breathed. Anne laughed wildly and ran her hands down her gleaming naked body. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs. "Wonderful! Beautiful! What a show!" She threw her head back in a whipping cloud of hair.

She grabbed her accomplice by both arms. "The best is yet to come!" she promised. "Haul her skinny ass off the floor and tie her up."

"Where?"

The cheerleader's pretty brow wrinkled in thought. "I know!" she said, snapping her fingers. "The cycle. Pick her up, bend her over the frame, and retie the rope where it is now. Better tie her hands, too – she's going to thrash around real good when I get started on her!"

Jacqui was a quivering, unresisting mass of grief and humiliation. Chuck had no trouble untying her, dragging her to her feet and draping her so her jugs dangled over the frame of the exercycle, and then redoing her bonds the way Anne had suggested. The naked nymph strode over to stand before her other captive, gloating.

She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head saucily to one side.

Martin sat very, very still. Better react, he thought. "You bitch," he rasped. "You evil, filthy, dirty, diseased sow of a slut. When I get out of this…"

"Don't be so sure you will," grinned Anne. "And anyway, don't use up all your best threats just yet. Wait and see what I do to auntie dear next!" With that she turned and flounced off, wagging her hips so her butt jiggled fetchingly.

We'll see, the blond-haired youth thought. Moving gently, as imperceptibly as he could, Martin returned to his task, sawing the bonds against the little spur of steel that had gashed his arms. The tape was beginning to give way.

The nude cheerleader disappeared around the bottom of the stairwell, into the area where the family's tools were kept. "Don't just stand there with your teeth in your mouth, Chuck," she called. "Whip your prong out and plug it into our girl!"

Chuck tore down the zipper of his pants. He had no underwear on under his uniform trousers, and his steel-hard cock shot from his fly like a coiled spring. Jacqui was slumped over the cycle. "Get ready," he growled, and grabbed her ass with both hands.

Jacqui lifted her head listlessly. She felt her butt cheeks being spread apart by Chuck's unsteady hands. Then a stabbing pain shot up her back.

The security guard's thumbs had pulled open her little asshole far enough to shove his lengthy prick right on in. Jacqui gasped as the unlubricated arrowhead of prick filled her asshole.

"Aggh," she gurgled. "Get it – yeeeeooooow!" Chuck's fingers dug furrows in her tender assflesh as he started forcing his prick straight into Jacqui's dry asshole. The woman's buttocks strained and whitened as she tried to shut her ass passage to his prick, but it was useless. Inch by inch he drove his cock up her protesting butthole.

The ropes chafed her wrists. Jacqui couldn't raise herself for the rope around her neck. But she had to escape – the pain was unbelievable! Chuck's cock was as long and hard and unpleasant as a baton would have been going up the librarian's ass. And the tremendous cock's ungreased surface grated the sensitive anal membranes. It felt as though Chuck's prick were wrapped in barbed wire!

Tears started from Jacqui's tightly shut eyes. Her stomach tightened as though trying to squeeze them out – them and that agonizing cock! "That's it," Chuck grunted, barely able to speak for the incredible pressure crushing his prick. "The more you fight it, the more fun it is for – eeg! Omigod! – me!"

"Kawiii-it!" Jacqui begged. "You're tearing me apart! Pain… so much pain! Can't take it! Killing meeee!"

"No, it's not," Anne said, coming back into the rec area of the spacious basement. "But you'll wish it had!"

Jacqui paid no attention. Her whole being was concentrated on the seemingly endless cock grinding its dreadful way into her asshole.

At last Chuck had every unbelievable inch of his prick well-planted between the prisoner's snowy ass cheeks. His cock, sensitized, so that every heat of Jacqui's racing heart sent chills up his spine and pulsed with pleasure in her butt. His head hung down, and for a long moment he studied the way his crotch pressed in against the woman's perfect ass. Then he looked up.

He caught his breath. Jacqui lifted her head. Her eyes got big as saucers.

Smiling, Anne scratched a match with her long thumbnail. She held the flame up and brought a hand blow-torch into hissing, burning life. She blew out the match and adjusted the flame to an angry orange spear.

"Like it?" she asked. Heat washed over Jacqui's ashen face. Anne adjusted the torch again, so the flame was a long, feathery billow, like a dragon's breath.

Jacqui couldn't find her breath. Even the fact that Chuck had pulled his prick out and was beginning to cornhole her dry walled ass didn't reach her stunned, horrified brain. The pain from her well-fucked butt was hideous, but not half as hideous as the pain she knew for a dreadful certainty she would soon feel.

Almost sobbing with passion, Chuck fucked the captive's upturned butt. The skin seemed to be being sanded off his cock, but he didn't mind! The seemingly-raw nerves in his prick were sending unbearable intense messages of pleasure to his brain.