Ron Smith - Marina girls

Sherry's naked cunt oozed musky cream on.the wooden arm of the bondage chair. Raoul's fingers tugged lightly at her cuntal thatch, then rested, calmly, on her long, tanned thigh.

The little girl's skin glistened in the bright light. She looked as if she'd been lovingly oiled, then painted with a narrow red brush. Peggy's vagina poured thick honey down her thighs, where it mixed with her sweat. The flaming stripes on her buttocks heated her virgin cunny to a steady simmer. Peggy's large brown eyes gleamed through the tears and she flinched more often toward the lash than away.

Bill kept beating at her. Her back was covered with welts. She twisted slowly, too pained and excited to control her hanging body. The chain creaked and the long handle of the whip hissed through the steamy air of the foil-lined room.

He slashed from side to side. Bill felt all his rage strengthening his whip hand, flowing down the handle and flaying the captive child. Power flowed into his balls. His cock was harder than his flinty heart. He flung the whip down and grabbed Peggy by the waist.

Raoul leaned forward in his chair. The women on each side of him watched closely.

Bill hoisted Peggy off the ground. She panted with anticipation. The drastic punishment had heated her cunny even more than Sherry's artful tongue.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need a big stiff cock in my pussy," Peggy moaned. She pulled up with her shackled arms and opened her legs wide. "Jam it in! I've got to have your cock!"

Bill wrenched the dangling girl to himself. Her wet, hot pussy brushed against his cock He lifted her another inch, and hunched his throbbing prick head up against the tight mouth of her pussy.

Peggy screamed with lust. Her ankles scissored behind his back and she drove her sopping cunt down at his prick.

Bill gasped. The hot flesh of Peggy's pussy was as wet and slippery as a porpoise. His strong, thick hands forced her hips down.

Peggy felt a tearing inside and she welcomed it with a sobbing-cry of relief. Her pussy was at last opened to accept a man's hot stiffness. The pain was much smaller than the pains of her frustration had bee. She rejoiced in the feeling of entry.

Bill felt the little girl's hole open reluctantly around his up thrusting weapon. The warmth of blood and pussy juice rolled down his prick, lubricating it for deeper, harder fucking.

Bill's sac was drawn up in a tight knot at the base of his cock. He guided Peggy's rolling hip thrusts with his thick hands. He faced the, floodlights and the brilliant beams heated his exposed scrotum.

Peggy dangled by her wrists from the black-iron chain. She worked her long, slender legs like a wrestler, forcing Bill's hips to shove his thick cock into her hungry cunt. His thumbs dug bruisingly into the softness of her belly.

Bill's legs opened. His heel rose and fell as he made his whole body jab upward like a deep shoved cock. He ducked his head and his lips tore at Peggy's exposed nipples.

The overheated bulbs of her titties responded like two stiff clits. A bonfire erupted in each compressed breast. Peggy waved her head and her long brown hair shimmered around her shoulders.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. The peak of her orgasm poured over her like a tidal wave. She drowned in the sudden flood of passionate sensuality. Her rolling hips and tight-clenching cuntal walls bent Bill's cock.

Bill howled like a madman. Peggy's vaginal sphincter wrung on his prick, clasping the thick meaty pole like wet, pulsing iron bands. His balls exploded. He sent cascading gobs of semen into her deepest, wettest recesses. The tiny cavern of her womb filled with his repeated gushes. Again and again his prick pulsated, trying to spew more seed even when his virile reservoirs had been squeezed dry.

Bill couldn't stop the pounding thrusts. Peggy's mighty cumburst over-powered him. Her legs held him like a vise. Her pussy demanded more and more deep movements from his prick. She pulled more from his cock than it had ever had to give. The whipping had created a monster, and its fangs were the walls of Peggy's prick -gobbling vagina.

Raoul stood. He beckoned the two women to follow. "Help her down," he ordered. He held Peggy by the arms when the manacles released.

Bill's knees buckled. He sank to the floor, panting, "Wow. Incredible!" He lay in a heap, his eyes glazed with the exertions Peggy's pussy had demanded.

Janet and Sherry picked up Peggy's feet. The three people carried her back to the table and laid her on her back. Peggy smiled. She closed her eyes. A look of sultry victory wreathed her delicate features. A pinkish trail of blood-mixed semen trickled down her loins.

Ok, my God! I never dreamed that fucking could be so beautiful! I could have kept cumming all night! Peggy's thought clung to the heavenly feeling that ebbed slowly in her loins. She panted through her open mouth.

Peggy slowly became conscious of the pulse pounding in her ears. The sounds of her breathing diminished. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Raoul. Her eyes glowed. Spots of high color bloomed on her fine-wrought cheekbones.

"Just as I'd hoped," Raoul murmured. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Peggy's smile broadened. Her head moved in silent acknowledgement. She licked her lips. A thin sheen of sweat emphasized her beauty..

"Bring us some ice water." Sherry scurried to obey. "You will make a beautiful gift. My friend will be very happy," Raoul said softly.

Peggy moved her head. She exposed the olive column of her throat. His compliment was a caress to her. Her excruciating orgasm had emptied her of all her tense fears. She stretched her limbs luxuriously.

Raoul scuffed his shoes off. He undid his snakeskin belt and removed his tailored pants. He stepped to where his coat hung and pulled a hinged ring of carved jade from the pocket. He opened the green circle and placed it around his balls and the base of his cock.

Sherry returned with two glasses of ice water. Peggy raised her head at the cool tinkling of the ice cubes.

Raoul latched the intricately decorated device and returned to Peggy's side. He slipped his arm under her neck and lifted the slender child to sip from the glass he held. He watched her drink the water. Her throat moved as delicately as a fawn in a forest clearing.

Peggy raised her hand to the tumbler. She looked into Raul's swarthy face and smiled warmly. "Thank you." She gently pushed the glass away. "I'm not thirsty any more."

"Yes." Raoul tipped the glass and caught an ice cube in his mouth. He kissed Peggy's thumb sized nipple with chilled lips, then let the ice touch the tip.

"Aaahhh!" Peggy's eyes snapped open. "Holy Jesus! What is that!"

Raoul smiled and moved to the end of the table. Peggy forgot about the splinters that dug into the fresh welts on her thighs and buttocks. She raised her knees as the heavyset man climbed onto the platform. With her feet flat on the table, Peggy exposed her hairless, dripping pussy to him.

Raoul leaned on one elbow over her. He looked down into her doe-soft eyes and winked. He touched the chilled glass to her clit.

Peggy jerked. Her cuntal sphincter slammed shut. She hummed deep in her throat and moved her lips sinuously on the wood.

The powerful man took the ice cube out of his mouth and kissed her nipple again. The glacier tip of his tongue charged Peggy's tits with millions of volts of horny need.

Raoul rubbed the head of his uncircumcised cock against the wet, swollen lips of Peggy's pussy. He slid the foreskin back and pressed the very end against her clit. The leggy brunette writhed under him.

"You are going to be perfect," he assured her. Peggy moaned again, her huge brown eyes begging for him to enter her pussy.

Raoul slipped the ice cube up Peggy's vagina. She squealed with the delicious shock, then moaned hotly when his thick cockhead followed it into her well-greased channel.