Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

She felt the fingers slithering along the cleft between her soft, warm buns, poking savagely at her warm, anal dot. She had never imagined being taken in this fashion before, and the cruelty with which he was approaching the assault made her moan with excitement and need.

She felt his finger now stabbing at her ruby opening, and her rectal muscles tightened suddenly, baring the entrance to her moist, warm pit. She sighed quietly with need as she felt him pushing the finger against her rectum insistently, driving it into her pit with a harsh and sudden force.

The pain of the invasion was like a burning rod entering her bum. "Ohh, Jesus, that hurts," she moaned. "That hurts so good!"

He laughed and twisted his finger against the warm, spongy flesh of her anal interior, felt her flesh rippling around his plunging spear. He sank the prong deep into her bum, then, burying his finger to the hilt in her hot, narrow passage.

His cock pounded between his thighs with unbelievable power, now. Never before had he felt so stimulated, so agonizingly hungry for sex. He felt her bum walls undulating around his finger, and.through the thin membrane of flesh that separated them, he could feel the hard handle of the whip he had pushed into her cunt.

He turned the handle savagely inside her pussy, now, while running his finger back and forth along her anal walls. The young woman screamed with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure she felt, nodding her head in delight.

"Ohh, God, more, do it more, darling," she moaned. "Ummm, discipline me, Dash, punish me good, darling, good!"

"You need this, bitch, you need this badly," he moaned, his own lust surging through him wildly, then. "I'm going to hurt you, scum, really going to make you pay for being an evil bitch!"

As his finger rode in and out of her asshole, flow, he twisted and turned the digit against her flesh, savagely. He felt her bucking and jerking violently under the assault, and his finger grew wet and slippery from the warm, thick juice that was lubricating her hum, now.

It was obvious that she was receiving as much, or even more pleasure as he was out of all this, and he drove his prong into her asshole with a violent fury, then. He pumped the handle in and out of her cunt at the same time, and the young woman was lurching savagely under the attack, now.

"It's marvelous, simply marvelous," she sobbed, her whole body seized by the sensations she was experiencing. "Ohh, Dash, Dash, it's wonderful, yes, wonderful!"

Dashiell Talbot could hardly believe how achingly powerful his own lust was becoming. His prick quaked with wanting and his loins boiled with the need that was roaring through him. His balls were churning with hot, steaming come, and the huge sack seemed to be swelling to a point of bursting between his thighs.

He felt her bum muscles locking hard around his finger and he cackled savagely as he turned it against them. "God, you need a good ass fucking, scum," he hissed. "You need a good one, badly!"

He pulled his finger from her rectum and the young woman sobbed in agreement, now.

"Yes, Dash, yes I do," she moaned, wildly. "Ohh, fuck me, Dash, fuck my asshole, now! Do it hard, darling, do it hard, please!"

Dash could not believe how hot her pit felt as he slid his long, thick shaft between her soft, spongy buttocks. He felt the tender cheeks locking against his meat and he gasped as he pushed the head of his tool against her trembling dot.

She moaned thickly and bucked against him, now, eagerly accepting the hard, pounding weapon into her bum. Both of them nearly screamed as he entered her, for her flesh was on fire with need, and his meat was aching with desire.

He forced the huge prick into her tiny passage and the young woman sobbed with delight at the violent penetration. She jerked spasmodically as he thrust into her, her rectum expanding wide under his ruthless invasion.

The hard, throbbing spear buried itself in the very depths of her anal track, now, and pounded savagely in the pit of her tender bum. She felt the surging blood tearing through his shaft, now, and the thrill of it being deep in her asshole nearly overwhelmed her with lust.

He felt her shuddering uncontrollably beneath him, now, and he rammed his prick into her as hard as he could, then. She screamed in delight, twisting and turning as the powerful spasms rocked her, aching loins.

The climax soared in her pussy, violently, making her shudder and jerk again and again, while her husband continued to slam his prick into her asshole, cruelly. She sobbed with delight, enjoying the rolling warmth that rippled in her pit, while the surging manhood continued to power into her aching asshole.

Suddenly he was driving into her bum, with more power and force than ever before. He was gasping for breath as he slammed into her, now, twisting and turning, moaning with delight as he neared his moment of release.

"You scum, you bitch, I'm going to come," he moaned, thickly. "I'm going to come in your asshole, now, you pig!"

She felt him drive his cock to the pit of her rectum, then, burying his tool to the hilt as the climax exploded in his balls. Waves of thick, hot come spurted from his shaft, and she screamed as she felt the delight of his creamy lust washing over her tortured inner walls.

He shuddered savagely inside of her then, twisting and moaning as he emptied his loins in her aching asshole.

Dinner was early that evening. They ate on the terrace, E.G. commanding them to finish quickly. He had plans for the evening, he informed them, that he wanted to carry out at dusk.

"When the sun is red in the hills, falling fast, that is the time for excitement," he explained, laughing in a cold, harsh voice. "Things are picking up around here."

He was glancing around the table as he spoke, allowing his gaze to fall across their faces with a smiling, evil intent. It was clear, at once, to both Dashiell and Maggie that he knew what had happened that afternoon.

"You sound pleased, E.G.," Dashiell said, grimly. "You must be in a wonderful mood! Violence always has brought out the best in you."

"That's true, boy," chuckled the older man, savagely. "I like to see who's tough enough to survive in my world."

Dashiell smiled thinly. "You might be surprised this time, E.G.," he said evenly. "This little adventure of yours might blow up in your face!"

Nola and Winston were glancing at each other nervously, now. It was obvious to them that something had happened between Dashiell and Maggie, and the clear fact that the two of them were so obviously concerned pleased Dashiell's wife, greatly.

"Don't look so worried, Nola," she said, leaning across the table and smiling sweetly at the woman. "You were the one that told me of the good that comes from evil, don't you remember?"

"You think you are such a hot bitch," snarled the woman. "You know nothing! You can't begin to understand the beauty of suffering!"

"You just keep on believing that, lady," chuckled Maggie. "I may start slow, but I catch on quickly."

E.G. Talbot watched the two women intently, enjoying their bickering. It was delightful to see them fighting for the edge of his favor. Wonderful to see them both so stimulated to impress him. The big man sighed happily. He was sure this evening was going to be filled with delight and satisfaction for him. He need only to put the forces in motion, and watched the events unfold.

He grinned at the two women. "Listen to yourselves," he chuckled softly. "You sound as if you are the queens of the stage, not the worthless scum you truly are!"

He turned his attention to their husbands, now. "Are you going to let them carry on like that, disrupting our meal with their mindless chatter?" he growled. "You two certainly aren't acting as if you are in charge of your women!"