Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

The blonde didn't have to be told. She took her hand from her crotch, with reluctance, but it was with eagerness that she strapped on the long, fat, leather dildo. A couple of straps had to be tightened a little; Nancy possessed both thighs and waist that were much smaller than Lisa's.

Lisa remained limp, humiliated and defeated and filled with shame. Milt lifted her, turned her and shoved her upper body forward onto the bed.

Going around to the other side, he took hold of her wrists and leaned forward toward her. She lay with one cheek on the sheet. Lisa didn't look at him.

Nancy wasn't as vicious as she might have been. She smeared the oversized leather dildo with Vaseline. Milt watched it jut obscenely from her, wagging and bobbing like the real thing when she moved. She came over behind the kneeling Lisa. Her hands dropped to the girl's lovely round asscheeks. Lisa moaned and shivered, anticipating the worst. She convulsed and went rigid when Nancy shoved the artificial cock up into her ass.

"Aaarrrrrggghhh!" Lisa gasped.

Her face contorted and her arms tensed as she tried to jerk free of Milt's grip. He held her there. She couldn't even grab the bed to aid herself in crawling away from the huge hot log that forced its violent way up her ruptured ass.

Nancy's bright blue eyes caught Milt's and she ginned. She withdrew, very slowly. He knew that was a new agony to the moaning Lisa, whose anal muscles would be trying to speed up the slow emergence of the chunk of leather from her asshole. Nancy smiled as she looked down to watch the shining black cock slide with liquid ease out of the puckered and straining asshole.

It was beautiful, Milt thought, beautiful to watch, and he shivered in delight. His balls were beginning to tingle.

Nancy's fingers kneaded the fleshy little swells of the other woman's cheeks. Then she surged swiftly back in a sudden sadistic lurch that shot her deep into Lisa with a violently convulsive shock. Again Lisa cried out and again she went into a jerking, pulling attempt to free herself of the thick impalement. She was unable to escape.

The leather cock stabbed deep, like an oil drill pounding into the earth. Lisa shrieked again at the sudden force of that deep invasion of her clutching rear hole and the long cavern within.

Milt was loving it. Nancy's wagging, undulating, fucking body; the other woman's contorted face and trembling form; the intense excitement of it all had him erect, throbbing and pulsing hard. He bit his lower lip as lewd thoughts leaped into his mind. He looked around. Up at Nancy, and around again.

She saw and sensed his preoccupation. A little frown appeared on her face. She was suddenly still, with her phony prick sunk halfway up Lisa's ass while she waited for… whatever it was. She looked questioningly at him.

"Lisa, if you move, Nancy will ram herself into you with all her strength," Milt breathed.

Lisa sobbed and clamped her mouth to save herself the humiliation of another audible sign of her intense anguish.

Milt released her wrists and went around the bed. Nancy watched him coming, smiled, then jerked and quivered when he slid a hand between the two tiny globes of her asscheeks.

"Hold still," he muttered, moving away. He had to open two dresser drawers before he found what he wanted. They would be mined, but he knotted a stocking around each of Lisa's wrists, dragged the delicate but strong material out to tie it to the metal frame of the bed. Lisa wouldn't be moving now. She was held just as firmly as if he held her. Stockings that would run at the touch of a fingernail or splinter would also keep her in check with incredible strength.

He returned to Nancy. Using a small amount of her Vaseline, he stepped behind her. She sighed and quivered in delighted anticipation. Site was reined, quivering with sensuality, and his cock was coated with slippery petroleum jelly. It was easy. He poked it between her jutting cheeks and watched the huge, blood-filled head open her, then sink deeper and deeper into the cock-loving hole of anus. He felt the warmth of a tight ring of flesh close around the knob of his prick. It clamped sweetly, all around his driving shaft, as he pumped it into her.

"Uh! Uh!"

The two grunts were moments apart. Mitt's final hard thrust had driven him all the way into Nancy, whose body surged forward with the impact of his hips against her flat little asscheeks. And her forward lunge sent the dildo rushing just as deeply into Lisa kneeling there helplessly before her.

Nancy twisted her neck to give Milt a huge smile of pure pleasure. "You," she murmured, "are an iron man… and a genius! You'll fuck us both at once!"

He nodded and brushed her hair with his lips. His hand slid over the flat of her hips, flaring out on ether side of his entrenched cock.

"Just move with me," he murmured. "Go forward when I push, come back with me, an instant after I pull. I'll fuck you both at the same time… you'll be fucking yourself and the bitch at the same time!"

Milt moved. Nancy moved. Helplessly, jarred and shivering, Lisa moved. Each strong thrust of Milt's hot, bursting cock into Nancy's thin ass jarred her forward to stab Lisa's rectum deeply with the dildo jutting from her loins. Each time he withdrew, Nancy followed a second later, giving him a second fucking as she slid her wet, warm asshole back up his cock – and eased hers out of Lisa's ravaged asshole in preparation for the next deep stroke back into its soft inner surfaces.

The three of them filled the room with their grunts and groans as they rocked and sawed together in a daisy-chain reaction.

Looking over Nancy's shoulder, Milt could see the black pole that jutted from her every time it slid up into the tight walls of Lisa's asshole. It was so thick that it spread her tight cheeks with each in and out drive.

And below, on her inner thighs, glistened more than one trickle of pale fluid as blood drooled out of her ravaged asshole.

He did not stop or allow Nancy to stop buggering the other woman until Nancy, too, was drooling with juice and he was coming.

"Ohhhhh, shit, fuck, piss, cunt, cock…cock!" Milt Harris was screaming. "Oh Nat… Nat, my darling boy!" Milt cried, as his boiling cum erupted into the rectum in front of him. "Why did you do it? Why did you have your cock cut off! Why! I loved you as a boy!"

And now Lisa knew what had been so strange about Nancy. But still she stayed, her mind in a total fog.

The night passed, and nothing changed. Sometimes she slept, only to be awakened by cold greedy lips nipping at her. Sometimes she caught glimpses of Milt in his chair, saw him so frantic with lust over the sight of them and so insanely preoccupied with his own body, that she could hardly believe she wasn't still dreaming.

And through if all, Nancy's smooth, dry nudity against her, never ceasing and never coming to life.

When dawn broke through the windows, something terrible had happened to Lisa.

Milt was still in the chair. In the morning light, his skin looked gray, and his face looked crumpled as an old shoe. He was asleep, and breathing harshly between parted lips.

Nancy was also asleep. Lisa turned her head on the pillow and found the woman on the bed beside her. Her limbs were arranged as perfectly as those of a corpse… legs together, elbows close to the sides, form laced across the abdomen. Even lying flat on her back, Nancy looked solid as ever; the twin lumps of her round little breasts rose high, with no trace of shifting or flattening.

Lisa moved herself painfully to the edge of the bed, and managed to stand. Her mind was fogged from lack of sleep, from passion unfulfilled, and from something else she couldn't name. The something else, whatever it was, gave her the strength she needed.

She walked across the room to where Milt sat slumped in the chair, his hand resting limply against his leg. She curled her fingers, glanced once at her long red nails, then struck him across the face.