Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

"Come, come, come, in my mouth, damnit," she mumbled around Connie's pussy lips. "I want to swallow your sweet pussy juice!"

"I'm coming, baby… I'm commmmminnnnnng!" Connie shrieked.

"Come!" Lisa cried, urging her on. "I want to swallow your honey! Cream my throat like Ben's creaming my fuck hole!"

Her sucking pussy worked with precision, milking the last drops of thick, milky jism from Ben's raging cock. The lips of her cunt stretched to the limit, pulled on the massive prick, dragging on the foreskin, massaging the pulsing knob, until his cock was dry and going limp inside her hole.

"Oh, shit… I'm coming again!" Lisa cried.

With a loud cry of insane desire, Lisa let her lips massage Connie's hairy cuntal slit and her tongue slid in between the wet flaps. Her head bobbed wildly, slavishly, as she surrendered herself to the pleasures of Connie's flesh. Her senses filled with the heady aroma of fresh cunt that wafted from the older woman's heated loins.

"God! Don't stop!" Connie shouted. "Oh, Lisa, baby… don't stop sucking my pussy! Ohhhhh, God, it's good when you lick and suck me like that! Don't stop, don't stop! Suck! Suck!"

Lisa sucked hungrily, teasing the tiny, hotly pulsating little clit. Saliva poured in gushes from the corners of her mouth as she kissed and sucked wildly at the trembling cuntal flesh. She thrust her tongue harder and deeper into the expanded canal, relishing each stream of pussy juice from the creaming cunt as she greedily swallowed it.

The walls of Connie's spasming cunt grasped at the licking tongue. Her clit quivered violently, and the muscles of her stomach rippled with the intensity of her unleashed passion.

"Lisa… LISA!" Connie screamed.

"Yes!" Lisa groaned. "Come…come! Give it to me!"

"My pussy… my pussy… my pussy!"

Lisa sucked and licked feverishly, savoring the hot nectar of Connie's come as it poured from the convulsing cunt into her waiting throat.

Frantically Connie spread her thighs and captured Lisa's bobbing head hard between them.

It was as though a gag had been ripped from both her cunt and her mouth. Connie's joyous screaming filled the room.

"I'm there, baby! Oh, suck my cunt! Suck it good! Suck hard! Eat me!"

Her asscheeks clenched and unclenched as she squeezed forth the juices of her come into Lisa's face.

They fucked the night away and Lisa found out that she could give… really give. And, in so doing, found out what sex and love, together, could do.

Only two night ago, Lisa had been snuggling in Connie's arms, feeling the warmth of Connie's beautiful tits, luxuriating in the fantastic thrill of Connie's intimate kisses.

And the beauty of Ben's fantastic cock. She had sucked his cock, fucked it, and watched Connie do the same.

She now knew just how much she had needed that wonderful time with Connie and Ben. It had been more wonderful than she had even hoped – wonderful enough, in fact, to erase all the soreness and sickness of her body and make her calm again.

When she left Connie's that evening, she felt glowing and warm, at peace with the world.

Now it was all gone. Time had passed, and the recollection of the pleasure and relief had turned to dead ashes. Far all the good the memory was doing her, she might as well have dreamed it.

She had gone home to Ken and he had told her about the weekend with Milt Harris and his wife. She told him she wouldn't go and Ken had hit her. He screamed at her that if they didn't get the contract it would be all over. They would be broke.

Lisa said she didn't care. The money didn't mean anything to her any more.

Then be beat her some more.

And the more he beat her, the more he wanted her. It was the only way she could turn him on anymore, he said.

Lisa didn't want him anymore, and told him so.

Then he beat her unmercifully until she finally said she would go this one last time. One last time she would be his whore.

But he wanted more than her submission now. He wanted her body.

She didn't want him. But that didn't matter to Ken. "You'll have to rape me," Lisa screamed.

"Then that's what I'll do," he shouted back at her.

With one swift motion of his arm, Ken ripped open the front of her blouse. She gasped and started to pull away, but he grabbed the front of her bra and jerked her toward him roughly, breaking the clasp at the back of the garment, freeing her full, naked breasts.

Lisa, wide-eyed, too frightened to speak, watched him in anxious desperation as he rose in front of her. There was a cornered, almost frantic look in his eyes as he looked at her. She had never seen him like this before and it frightened her.

"Nice," he kept muttering again and again as he stroked the soft, resilient flesh of her breasts. "Nice, nice, nice tits."

He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it, running his tongue around it, until at last it became erect.

"Stand up," he hissed. "Take your clothes off! Everything!"

Lisa hesitated, searching for some way of dealing with this madman, but she wasn't even given a chance.

"Move, damn you!" he spat.

Lisa scrambled to her feet. She took off her torn blouse and bra and let them drop to her feet, then unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down together with her panties. She stood completely naked before Ken's insane gaze. He had knelt before her as she had stripped. He took his time appraising her immaculate beauty, allowing his eyes to devour her nude body. Then, in a whisper so low that even Lisa could only barely hear him, he said, "I've almost forgotten what it's like to fuck you, Lisa. And raping you will make it even better."

Lisa knew then that he was crazy.

Lying on the carpet, Ken unzipped his fly, and took out his limp cock.

"Get down here, baby," he said evenly. "Suck this thing. Make it hard. I wanna come all over you."

Lisa knelt down between his outspread legs immediately. As she leaned over his groin, she choked back the sob that welled in her throat. She lowered her head more. Even before she touched his prick, she saw the thing growing before her eyes, rising to meet her unwilling lips.

Fighting hard to control her trembling hand, she wrapped her fingers around the hot instrument and brought her lips to bear on the tip of it. The staff immediately surged to its full height and thickness. She closed her eyes tightly, and ran her tongue down the side of it. She felt Ken shudder and heard him groan his approval. She ran her tongue down the other side.

She had no desire to indulge in any lengthy preliminaries, as she had done with Connie and Ben. There was no dark, alluring region of this man's sex that attracted her any more. With Ken she wanted only to be done with it, to take at least the edge off his madness by allowing him to come in her mouth.

Inserting the swollen head of his blood-gorged fuckstick in her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around the shaft and began sucking vigorously.

Her heart wasn't in it, and it took a great effort to develop the rhythm that would have been the natural consequence of passion. Her senses were numbed not by lust, but rather by fear. As a result, she was more aware of what she was doing than she would have been had she been pleasing Ben in the same way.

As she sucked, she felt the stiff meat throb against her lips, felt its blunt tip strike her throat again and again, forcefully, as Ken began arching his hips. She was painfully aware of everything, the taste of his cock in her mouth, his grunts and groans, her own rasping breath, his thrashing hips on the floor.

She knew that it wouldn't take long before the fuckstick, jamming back and forth between her lips, would be spewing its hot, sticky cum down her throat. She could feel it swelling inside her mouth, acquiring new proportions, growing harder.