J Long - Motel peeper

Like they both shot lots of pool and they fucked a lot of chicks. They got to fuck a lot of chicks, of course, because they had that one attribute that all intelligent women look for in a man: a gigantus erectus.

Eddie was sitting in a chair opposite the bed. His cock was in his hand instead of in Elsa Manly's asshole or cunt or mouth. That would come later.

Right now, Eddie was quite content with how obscene he had made Elsa Manly look at she was bent like a pretzel with her asshole and her cunt vulnerable exposed and her tits being plunged by two toilet-bowl plungers and her hair in a style that Sassoon would have called "upsweep".

Eddie enjoyed tying up women. He liked to watch them suffer pleasurably. Because he was a sickle.

And while he watched them suffer pleasurably, of course, that gave him a lot of time with his own prick. Time that was very valuable to one Eddie Grossman because his gigantus erectus was in popular demand.

Eddie gave his prick a couple of jacks, watched it sprout another inch lengthwise and a quarter of an inch width-wise.

He saw that Elsa was watching his cock grow larger and larger. She was, just as Eddie knew it would happen, suffering pleasurably.

"I-I feel th-tho helpleth, Eddie," Elsa said in a quivery tone of voice. Probably because people are not accustomed to talking with a clothes pin holding down their tongue. "A-are you thure this ith thupothed to be fun?"

Eddie smirked – just like Harvey. "Now, don't fret, Elsa. Harvey's already told me how you get your rocks off while being tied up like a dead turkey." Elsa blushed. "H-Honey… Harvey tole y-you that? Oh, I… he p-promised he wouldn't t-tell anyone about… about, you know, h-how I love pain."

"Harvey's an asshole, Elsa," Eddie sneered – just like Harvey. He watched the banana to make sure she didn't shit it out of her asshole. "Shit, Elsa, my boy and me are real close – we don't bide nothing from each other. That's called real kinship."

Elsa squirmed, couldn't believe the tormenting ecstasy that was invading her asshole and her cunt and her plunger-sucked tits. It seemed, to her, that she had been tied up in this teasing position for days, when in reality, she had only been tied up like this for seven hours.

Oh, would it never stop – the delicious torture of her rectum as she squeezed down hard on the banana? God, she felt so lucky that he had not peeled the dildo-shaped fruit.

Lord, would the beautiful sensation of fucking a carrot never end?

And tits, God – her tits! When would the delicious plungers finally be removed?

Elsa spread her legs to see if Eddie was watching her writhing, passionate fervor.

He was. And it made Elsa feel so humiliatingly ecstatic – to have a man savor each painful moment of her sweet bondage. It was Heaven and manna and myrrh, all rolled into one. Bondage was a sense of giving – giving someone with sadistic tendencies such great indescribable pleasure.

Elsa climaxed again. For the eighteenth time in a row. She knew she had climaxed because the banana was slipping out of her ass, being forced out by the rippling thrills that ran amok in her asshole. And her cunt was just a ripply as her asshole, being that they're so much alike in physical conformation, or course. And the wet heat seemed to spiral out in tantalizing waves, caressing that rough carrot as if it were her husband's cock.

No! God, no! She didn't want to think about one Ezra Manly now. Oh God – please!

She tried her best to forget that she was a mated woman, that she was a masochistic mother, that she had said I do five years ago when she had promised to love, honor and obey.

Agony, sweet agony, made her forget that she was a tainted slut-wife. Because Eddie Grossman was standing beside the bed, gripping the long handles of the two toilet plungers and pulling hard on her tits.

"Oooooohhhhhh! My breasts! Don't stop! Abuse me! Abuse me! Keep it up! God! You're pulling my breasts off my chest!"

Eddie laughed. Probably because he liked to torture and because he had been demented since his mother dropped him when he was a six-month-old baby and she had decided to nurse the wee one while horseback riding.

Eddie pulled as hard as he could – concentrated all his strength on the toilet plunger attached to her right tittie. God! Did you ever see anything as erotic as that! Elsa's tit was being stretched longer and longer – and there was no way now that she's ever get that tit into her forty-C bra again.

"Ooooooohhhhhh! You're really hurting me! Hurting me so goooood! I never felt pain so goooood before! More! More, Eddie, more!"

Eddie gave her more.

He started pulling on the other toilet plunger. Pulling very hard because he wanted her left tit to match her right tit, didn't want to disfigure the slut-faced bitch that was urging him on.

"You slut-bitch! You deserve this! Don't you ever shit out a banana unless I tell you to! You got that, pig-lips!"

Pig-lips got it all right. Got it right up the old whooooopppeeee hole.

Because Eddie had bent over and reshoved the banana back into her asshole. And since he hadn't bothered to release the handle of the toilet plunger, her tits were being stretched outwards and downwards in excruciating pleasure.

Then Eddie really turned sadistic. He stopped torturing the masochistic mother of four boys and one idiot child.

"Ooooooohhhhh! Don't stop! You're torturing me! Please, I need painful release! Hit me! Whip me! Do anything you want – but don't leave me like this!"

Eddie smiled very sadistically now. Let the fucking pig-lips, slut-bitch agonize for a while. Let her know the true feeling of being tortured and degraded and abused – that's what the slut-pig really needed. Another teasing hour of complete peace and relaxation with no torture, no pain, no agony. That'd really be torture for a masochist – wouldn't it?

Elsa wanted to crawl the walls. She was being tortured to death now. She was going to have to wait interminable hours before the next abusing act. God, she wanted to die with the agony that filled her asshole and cunt and tits and pig-lips. She needed pain – right now!

She tried to abuse herself.

She arched her back and tried to sit on the carrot and banana. While applying more pressure to her upsweep bouffant hairdo. But it just wasn't the same as being whipped and lashed, or better, pissed and shat upon.

She needed something now!

"Ooooooohhhhh, please! Eddie, please! I need you now! Please don't leave me hanging like this! I'll die if you don't do something!"

Eddie had that same smug, sadistic smile on his face – just like Harvey. "Suffer, pig-lips, suffer."

God, that was what Elsa needed now – words of encouragement, words that were tinged with sadistic undertones, words that conveyed elements of horrible joy and disgusting comfort.

So, Elsa suffered in silence, barely containing her eagerness for the next vile act of degradation and amok.

Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack.

Hiram nearly shit bricks.

Nothing was going right.

People were becoming unglued for no reason at all. Because tonight was Thursday – the night that Prudence Meeker usually came to the Sleepwell Motel and rented a room. And it was her regular night for jacking off on a Tupperware rolling pin.

But now, Prudence wasn't there. And neither was the Tupperware rolling pin.

What Hiram found in room six was not Prudence Meeker giving her cunt an artificial fuck with a Tupperware rolling pin. What Hiram found in room six was something beievabie.

Elsa Manly, the reverend's pious wife, was getting fucked by a banana and a cock while two toilet plungers were nursing on her tits and her hair was strung up, held in place by a hundred-pound counter-weight.