Andrea Herty - Chained To Desire

Even from ten yards away, Vern could hear Reardon's tongue lapping away at Ellen's crotch. "Bee-uuut-eeefulll!" Ellen wailed, thrusting her pelvis rhythmically at Reardon's gulping mouth. "Ummmmm…suck my cunt…Ohhhhh, yesssss! And-and keep on rubbing my titties, toooooooo!"

Reardon's fingers tweaked steadily at Ellen's erect nipples as his face worked in a circular motion over her thrusting cunt. Ellen's legs were as far apart as she could spread them, Vern judged, and she softly pummeled Reardon's back as he gobbled with a frenzy.

"Oh, God! You're sticking your tongue everywhere!" Ellen cried. "Oh, Jesus…Yesl Yes! There, too!"

Reardon withdrew one of his hands from Ellen's breasts and raised her buttocks higher and dropped his head at the same time. He was lapping Ellen from her clit to her tailbone, and Ellen was tossing her head from side to side and crying out in a way that was reminiscent of hers and Vern's lovemaking. This hurt Vern. He had felt that their love-making was personal, special, but now Ellen was performing just as she had performed with him! He wanted to rush over and pull Reardon off Ellen, bash his brains in, but he had to restrain himself. There was too much at stake and, besides, there was still the possibility that Ellen was not enjoying her sexual activity tonight at ail-that she was performing strictly for him.

Vern wished she weren't so good an actress, though, if this were true. Her squeals of delight, her ecstatic writhing as Reardon tongued her, were driving Vern insane.

And then came the worst! Reardon suddenly stopped munching Ellen's pussy and stood up on his knees between her spread legs. His face glistened in the moonlight. Saliva and cunt juice dribbled down his chin. "I-I wanna fuck you now, Ellen," he gasped. "But look!" He pointed at his little hard-on and shrugged. "Do you mind? It-It's awfully small, or-or maybe you don't think it is small?"

Reardon's voice had a pathetic ring to it. Why was he being so apologetic? Vern leaned forward, scowling and trying to see Reardon's pecker. He couldn't see it; the man's shirt front seemed to be covering his hard-on. But surely, Vern thought, his dick would jut out just a bit!

And then Vern spotted Reardon's prick. Small? It had to be the tiniest male organ Vern had ever laid eyes on.

"No, no," Ellen said reassuringly. "I don't think it's that small. Why don't you just go ahead and-and sort of stick it in?"

Reardon could not see Ellen's facial expression, but Vern could. Ellen had her hand covering her mouth, and she was trying valiantly to suppress a giggle.

Jesus, Vern thought, no wonder he-likes to eat girls…he sure as hell couldn't fuck them very convincingly. Vern, too, began to laugh-not so much at Reardon's tiny organ, but at his apologetic attitude toward it.

"What do you mean, sort of stick it in?" Reardon asked, his voice whining. "Why don't you just say stick it in, and leave the sort of out? You think my prick's small, don't you? You're making fun of me!"

"Oh, no!" Ellen said. "But you seemed concerned about it, so I-I just decided to agree with you. Oh, no, Randy, I-I think your hard-on is very manly and-and simply beautiful. Ummm, is it ever! Hurry up now and stuff that nice male wanger in my hole! Hurry, or I'll die!"

Reardon did not move. "You're putting me on," he said. "I know you're putting me on. Well, I want to tell you something!" he yelled, waving his finger menacingly at Ellen. "Lots of women think my prick is terrific. My wife, for instance. Yeah, and Maria Reese loved my prick, too!"

Vern rubbed his hands together. His palms were perspiring. This was crucial, and he hoped that Ellen realized she was on very dangerous ground. Christ, if Reardon truly believed that Ellen was insulting his manhood, he could refuse to sign the final contract with Shipley Incorporated. Yes, men had backed out of business deals for less important reasons. Vern hoped that Ellen understood Reardon considered his very manhood at stake!

"Of course, lots of other women have admired your prick, Randy. Ummm, who wouldn't? I think it's a neat one. Honest, I do! Here, let me kiss it for you, please?"

Vern felt anger mingling with admiration for the way Ellen was handling the situation. He felt anger because Ellen had been forced to lie and humble herself in order to save Reardon's precious ego. Ellen had Reardon on his back now, and she began nibbling at the small hard-on. Her tongue rimmed the tiny head and her fingers tickled the light fuzz on the teensy testicles.

Reardon moaned and ran his fingers through Ellen's hair. "Tell me you love my prick," he commanded. "Tell me you think it's a big prick and how much you love to suck my great big hard-on."

"I-I don't know the reason," Ellen said, "but your prick is one of the most exciting organs I've ever seen or-or sucked."

Reardon gave her hair a pull and Vern wanted to retaliate, but he forced himself to remain behind the tree. "Say it's big!"

"Ohhh, yesss, Randy! It's a magnificent prick. I love to suck your monster prick. Ummm, what a giant hard-on. Why it will barely fit in my mouth! Arghmm…Ergm…Grghm…"

"That's better," Reardon said, relaxing and beginning steady hip thrusts-very short ones-at Ellen's nursing mouth. "Yeah…"

Vern shook his head in disgust. For the moment at least, he managed to suppress his jealousy. What amazed him was the incredible line of reasoning this first-rate businessman was employing. He seemed to be deceiving himself intentionally. Yes, he knew his prick was undersized, but instead of accepting this fact and making the best of it, he insisted on being told an untruth. Such a man would be capable of surrounding himself with "Yes-men" who could destroy his own corporation. The whole thing sickened, Vern, but there was nothing he could do.

"Take my balls and my prick into your mouth at the same time-the way Maria did it!" Reardon commanded.

There was a good one, Vern thought. Reardon had just insisted on being told his prick was incredibly enormous, and now he was ordering Ellen to suck his balls and cock simultaneously!

Ellen of course obeyed. Vern watched her cradle the tiny scrotum with her hand, then dip her head and, with one slurping motion, make the cock and balls disappear in her gobbling mouth. Then, wet and glistening, the miniature genitalia would reappear in the moonlight, only to disappear again in Ellen's hungry maw.

"Ohhhhhh, h-heavenly," Reardon moaned, palming Ellen's hanging tits as she labored.

Of course it was heavenly, Vern thought. Who wouldn't think it was heavenly having his cock and balls sucked off at the same time? Well, go ahead and enjoy it, Vern thought angrily. You can't do many normal things with that dinky prick and balls, so you might as well enjoy whatever kinky pleasures remain open to you.

"Now climb onboard and let's fuck," Reardon ordered. "With you on top!"

"First, are you going to sign the contract with Vern?" Ellen asked.

"What is this?" Reardon snapped. "At a time like this, you want to discuss business?"

"I just want to be sure-before I fuck you like you've never been fucked before, lover man. Are you going to sign?"

Reardon was trembling all over. "Yes! Yes!" he screamed. "This has nothing to do with that Now let's fuck! Mount the giant prick before it-it goes away!"

Ellen straddled Reardon, her legs very wide apart in order to get low enough so that her pussy came in contact with the tiny penis. She took the little hard-on between her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing it briskly back and forth against her clit. "Ohhh, that big cockhead of yours is-is driving me crazy!" she intoned. "Randy, don't ever let anybody tell you, you're not hung! Oh, wow!"

Vern could not help laughing. It was one of the most ridiculous sights he had ever seen-Ellen trying to pretend the tiny penis was enormous, trying to keep hold of it, in fact! God, how would she ever manage to achieve any sort of penetration without completely blowing Reardon's sick image of himself as a super-stud?"