Janet shoved her cunt toward Bob. "Make me come."
"You are really out of your mind." Bob looked at her.
"I need a man to get me off. Not a man like him. A man. Are you a man, Bob? A real man?"
"I sure as hell am, lady. But I'm not going to touch you."
"You're afraid." Janet stepped from Dan's fallen form and picked up the whip. "Just plain chicken." She ran the lashes through her fingers.
"You're full of shit. Both of you." His eyes did not leave the woman. He turned slightly to keep the full front of his naked body toward her, bending back his elbows to make his shoulders wider.
"You know what I can do with this?" She raised the whip above her head.
"Yeah. I remember."
"Then fuck me."
Bob tensed, waiting for a blow. "No."
"Fuck me." She moved closer to him, only about a yard separating their nude figures.
"No!"
"Yes!" Janet raked him with the whip, striking across his belly with a long sweep of her arm. "FUCK ME!"
"Go to hell." He got ready to be hit again.
"Stop. Don't!" Linda yelled from the bench. "Please. Just let us go. Please don't hit him again."
Janet paid no attention to the blonde. "I want your cock." Her hand snaked under his hanging tool. Three fingers gripped the meat and pulled it toward her snatch. She let Bob feel her fingernails on the delicate flesh. "Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. The fingers tugged at the prick.
Bob drew his crotch back from the grabbing hand. "Just leave me alone, you fucking dyke bitch!"
"I'll tear your balls off." Her fingers closed like claws around his rocks. "You fuck me or you'll never fuck anybody else ever again – including that blonde bitch of a wife." She tightened her grip, making sun her nails cut into the flesh.
"God damned shit-eating cunt."
"Fuck me, Bob. Do it. See if you can get me to come!" She added pressure to her grip, causing him to wince with flashes of light pain. "Fuck me." She squeezed harder.
"You stupid bitch!" The pain increased steadily, radiating up into his belly.
"Fuck me," she said slowly, holding the same pressure. The man wiggled slightly from the pain and she smiled.
Bob tried to pull away from her hand, but she clung tightly, nails biting into the delicate skin. "Let her go first." He hung his head.
"No." Janet let go of his balls. "You just fuck me. That's all. You do it because I tell you to." She lifted the whip. "No deals. Just fuck my cunt."
"I… okay." He stood very still.
"That's better." She lowered the whip. "You're learning, Bob. Kind of slow, but you're learning."
"I guess so." He looked at the floor.
"Let's get at it." Janet crouched and took his dick in her fingers, stroking the flesh back from the tip before she ran her tongue around the fleshy end and put it between her lips.
"Oh, God," Linda groaned as she watched the woman begin to work on her husband's dick.
Bob closed his eyes and let the soft tongue begin to create some arousal in his prick. As his rod got a little thicker he moaned slightly with fake pleasure, a tiny sigh, hardly more than a deep breath. A whiff of enjoyment passed over his crotch and his prick got a little longer.
Janet took all of the swelling meat into her throat and sucked to get the man really turned on. Her hands strayed over his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles up his belly and around over his chest and back. She caressed his butt, right into the crack and his tool firm against her lapping tongue.
"Mmmmmmm," Bob sighed, making sure she could hear it.
Janet rocked back and forth, spreading her lips wider as the man made small strokes with his hips to fuck her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh," Bob sighed, louder, hips swaying faster as his completely rigid prick stuck down her throat again. He moved faster and a moment of real lust swept him. Just for a second, but he knew it was real. "Yeah?" He leaned against her face with his crotch.
"Nice." Janet stroked his balls with both hands.
"Right."
Janet good up, moving so her crotch touched his tool. "Are you ready?"
"Sure." He slid his cock on her pussy.
Janet put both arms around his neck and clung to him, breasts tightly pressed to his chest. "Fuck me," She coiled her legs around his waist and climbed onto his hard cock.
Bob held her weight, bracing himself for the shock of pain when he had to hold them both with his chained arms.
Janet's lust turned hot as she settled on the spike. Her thighs gripped tightly and she swayed around on the dick. "Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Be a man for me, Bob. Fuck me hard." She moved her hips, taking more of the meat into her cunt. "Fuck."
"Yeah." Bob stroked carefully, leaning back, taking more weight with his arms. He settled back farther, straining to hold her and let his legs start to heave, his arms holding them both, pain streaming into his shoulders as he fucked.
"Yes. Oh, God. So good. Oh. You're so strong." She started to kiss the man, lust like an urgent need in her flesh. "God. Oh, God. So strong. Strong!"
Bob returned the kiss, stoking with his dick into the cunt. His tongue rowed her mouth, his chest and belly pressed tightly to her sweaty body and she crushed him with her arms, pressed her pussy all around his prick. Real desire entered his balls and he moved faster, striking harder up the box until he was sweating.
"Oh, God. God!" Janet raked his back with her nails. "Fuck me. Fuck."
Bob slowed his drives, then hung limply in the chains. "I can't. I can't do it. Not with these chains."
"Just fuck me." She clawed his shoulder. "Make me come."
"Not tied up. I can't do it right."
"Bastard." Her nails drew a line of blood across his back.
"Untie me. Untie me and I'll really show you how to fuck. I'll fuck you until you can't see and then fuck you all over again. I'll give you more hard cock than you can ever handle. More real man than you'll know what to do with."
"Son of a bitch." Janet squirmed on his prick. "Fuck me."
"Not like this. Take off the chains and I'll show you what I can really do. I'll break you in half with my cock. Make you scream with my dick." He looked right into her eyes. "I'll fuck the shit out of you. Untie me!"
Janet stared at the man. His challenge inflamed her passions. His cock stirred primitive lust. Her bright red tongue crept slowly over her lips. Her clit throbbed with fresh excitement.
"Okay." Janet slid from his prick and picked up the whip. "I'll let your arms go. But the chains stay on your legs – just in case you get any ideas."
"All the way loose, Janet. I can't do it right like this." Bob got back on his feet, taking the weight from his arms.
"No way." She lifted the whip. "You stay with your legs chained."
"No. I can't do it that way. Not the way you want. Not the way I want to do it to you. Not real hard fuck. Untie me!"
"Just your hands." Janet went to the wall behind the man and unhooked the rope. She lowered the chain through the pussy until they hung in front of the man.
"Oh yeah." Bob sighed gratefully as the delicious coolness spread along his arms and shoulders. He flexed his arms, hitching his shoulders to clear the knots.
"Take the chains off my wrists," he said as the woman came back in front of him. "You can keep the whip. Beat me while I fuck you if you want to. If you can!"
"God damn!" Janet unwrapped two strands of chains from the man's wrists and unclamped the cuffs.
Bob flexed his fingers and rubbed the bruised flesh on his arms for a moment, not taking his eyes from the woman for an instant. His feet were still chained to the bench, legs apart. "Okay. How do you want it?" He stroked his dick lightly, making it completely hard again.
"Just like Dan. I'll swear you out the same way." She hoisted the whip, crouching just out of the man's reach.
"Okay." Bob hunched, one hand over his rocks. "Take me!" She taunted him, moving from side to side, just out of his grasp. She swung the whip and caught him across the shoulder.
"Bitch!" He tried to grab the flying lash but she moved too quickly. Another blow landed on his other shoulder, and a third on his chest as he tried to dodge. Sweat popped up on his skin, blending with the tiny drops of blood the metal tips on the leather thongs drew.
Lust thudded in Janet's cunt. She moved closer, aiming another blow at the man.
Bob clenched his jaw and stood upright, waiting to take the pain. His chest took the full force of one blow. The lash bit into his stomach and he flinched as the woman came in closer.
Janet lifted the whip and aimed for his crotch her arm flashed down.
"NO!" Bob lunged, grabbing the whip. He yanked hard, falling forward as he reached the limit of his chain. He jerked the woman to him, crushing her as they fell to the floor. His hips jammed his dick for her crotch as she tried to hammer his head and arms with the handle of the whip. They were too close together, thrashing on the floor and she could not get enough leverage for a solid blow.
"Whore!" Bob forced her flat, spreading her legs with his knee, forcing them apart so he could go up her cunt.
"Son of a bitch." His body bore down on her, crushing her to the floor. She tried to scramble free but he kept pushing, his muscles holding her solidly.
She felt his cock go in, one fast jab that put every inch of the stiff prick in her wet snatch.
"Son of a bitch." She grabbed for his ass, tearing with her fingers at the cheeks, digging for the as shale.
Bob fucked steadily, forcing her to take his drives, his feet held by the chains. He bent his arms under her shoulders, arching her tits to him, bending her, shoving to spread her legs.
The cock ripped into her, tearing through the delicate flesh, shredding her cunt. She almost screamed when she felt the full power of his body unleashed against her. Wave after wave of pure physical desire crashed from her clit. She quivered with lust as the man bore down, striking with furious strength into her snatch. His fingers found a tit and pinched savagely.
"Owwwchh!" She cried out, pain swelling through her box.
"How do you like it, bitch?" He spit on her face, adding strength to his thrusts, hammering her cunt. Bob fucked with rage, beating at the woman, wanting to hurt her, to break her in half, split her wide open with his cock, beat her with her own weapon… sex!
Bob pound his crotch against her. A savage passion seized him and he drove frantically against her body.
"Oh. God! GOD! OHHHH!!" The fury of his drives, the wild virility of his stabbing cock, the massive power of his heaving body got to her all at once. She flew to a shimmering crest of passion and leaped upward into the full glory of her climax.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she screeched as his cock filled her with blinding ecstasy. "GOD! YES!! YEEEESSS!!"
Janet howled as her orgasm dammed through her body. She gasped and came, came with hard driving bolts of pure pleasure knifing from her cunt, her nerves spun into a net of total bliss. The room whirled around her. The man's cock created muses of total pleasure and she screamed as he got her off.
The splendid climax tore into her flesh, spasms of boiling lust sweeping from cunt to feet and head. She yelled again and his hard prick sent rays of pleasure streaming to every part of her as she kept coming.
"Oh, God. God, yes. Yes." She clung to him with her arms aching from the session, drained of passion.
Bob kept his dick plunging into the pussy, his arms holding her firmly to the carpet.
"Oh, God. What a wan! A man!" She kissed him. "I love you. I love your body. I love your cock. Your great cock!" Her tongue flicked into his mouth.
Bob's hips stayed with their steady pattern of drives. He moved up on his arms, looking down at her. Blood from his chest spotted her tits and belly. His sweat dripped to her torso.
"How about it, bitch? Was that good? Was that a good fuck?" He stroked her snatch more slowly, long, full strokes.
"Yes. Oh, God. Perfect. Such a man. So strong." She smeared the sweat and blood, over, his chest and belly. Her twat tightened around his moving rod.
"Do you like my big, hard cock? Do you like the way I fuck your cunt?"
"Yes. God, you're so good."
"Am I man enough for you?"
"Yes. Oh, yes. Yes!" She kissed him again.
"Am I more of a man than Dan? Am I?"
"Yes. Oh yes. A thousand times. A million times more of a man. Yes." Janet caressed his butt.
Bob leaned closer. One hand played with her boobs. He still screwed steadily, cock very hard in the box.
"Yes. Yes, fuck me," Janet moaned as his dick kept touching all around in her cunt.
Bob lay on her body, one hand wiggling between them to touch her clit. He tilted his hips to strike in at a steeper angle and wiled the clit like a marble in a pool of warm oil. Her snatch was wet with sweat and sex-juices – hers, his and Dan's all mixed. His fingers touched slowly all around, feeling his dick as it moved in and out of the warm hole. His thumb pressed down on the firm clit and he stoked faster.
"Ooooohhhhh. Yes." Janet responded to the sweet touches, arching to the man, spreading her legs, stretching them as far apart as she could, forcing them wider with her hands on her knees until she ached.
Bob felt her arousal and struck harder with his hips, forcing his cock into the wide opening. "I'll get you off again. Make you come all over again!" His hand went to her tits, rolling the nipples slowly until the woman squirmed under his expert touch.
"Oh!" New lust cascaded out of her throbbing clit. "Yes."
"Dan couldn't do it even once. And I'm going to get you off twice." He fucked with a flurry of very rapid strokes, short jabs with part of his dick remaining out of the snatch.
"Oh." Passion sped along her nerves. "Such a man. Oh, God. Better than Dan. A million times more of a man. Much more of a man. A real man." She arched her hips to him, taking the lovely flurry eagerly. "Fuck me. Please. I want it. I want to come with you. Come with your great cock – your big man-cock – right up hard in my aunt. Fuck me!"
The chains lightened on Bob's feet as he moved higher on her body. He brought his knees together and slammed in the hardest drive he could manage, frying to batter her cunt.
"Oh!" Pain surged with the pleasure. "God!" His body slammed in another drive, and another. "Ohh!"
Bob rode her furiously.
"Oh." She clamped her legs around his waist, feet lifted toward the ceiling. "My stallion." She gasped at the heavy strength of his drives. "Fuck my hot pussy!!"
Lust turned to a dark passion inside him. He wanted to hammer the woman until she was screaming, until she shrieked, the way Linda had cried out when they went after her body. He wanted to hurt her the way she had hurt him with the whip.
Bob wanted vengeance – and he tried to get it with his cock. She curled and he rose on his legs, the chains biting in as he spread his legs for better leverage, driving all the time into the slick snatch. Anger mixed with his swelling sexual passions and he let her feel his rage, let her know how strong he was, how hard he could hit with his prick.
Chest heaving, Bob gasped for air, fighting off his pleasure so he could last, so he could slam into the woman again and again, punish her for what she had done to him and to Linda.
"Bob!" Her voice was shrill, thin, her face strained as she sensed the dark fury building in the man. "No. Stop. Please. It hurts. Oh. Please stop. Stop." His power scared her.
Bob had her where he wanted her. "No!" His hands grabbed for her tits.
"Stop!" She tried to roll from under him, grabbing for the whip beside them.
"No!" Bob grabbed the whip from her hand. "Bitch! Whore! Dyke! Cunt!" He slapped her four times, snapping her head around with the flat of his hand each time.
"No!" Janet shrieked as Bob lifted the whip. "HELP!"
Bob slashed at her breasts with the lash. The ends flicked on her tits and the woman screamed and tried to roll away. She blocked the next slash with one arm and managed to twist from under his driving hips.
"Help! Dan, help me. Please!"
Bob caught her by an ankle and hauled her back, yanking brutally at her leg.
Dan looked at the thrashing pair. "He's all yours. You started it." He lay propped on a pillow across the room.
"You bastard." Janet turned, flailing at Bob with her hands. "Let me go."
"No." He dragged her closer, hauling on both legs, twisting her around as she tried to drag herself away.
"Asshole." Janet thrashed against his hauling arms, desperately trying to escape.
With a lunge, Bob got his arms to her waist, making the chains cut deeply into his ankles. "You slimy cunt!" He dragged her closer, moving up on her body as he got a grip on her arms and shoulders.
Linda craned her neck to see clearly. "Kill her! Bob. Bob, kill the bitch! Hit her. Kill her. Kill!" Her voice was shrill, almost feverish. "KILL!"
Bob landed a solid punch to Janet's belly. The woman yelled once and lay sprawled on the carpet.
Bob grabbed both legs and dragged her back toward the wall, giving himself some slack on his chains.
"You asshole. Shit eating son of a bitch." She glared at him.
Bob leaned down and mounted the woman with an animal drive that plunged him all the way into her snatch, his body aching as he started to fuck. His balls hurt, a dull ache that spread up his spine almost to his shoulders. His arms were sore from the long session in the chain, his muscles were tired from the fighting with the woman.
But he fucked with his full force behind every blow. There were dense patches of pleasure spreading from his throbbing cock and he heaved into the box, sweating, gasping, every nerve frayed with passion.
Janet felt him in her, on her, fucking her like a bull. She lay still, feeling pain and fear. She had no fight left, no lust remained in her cunt. She only wanted it to be over.
She was defeated, completely mastered by the man.
Bob plunged up the hole until his head spun with desire. He arched his back, looking down at the woman, her sweaty, blood-streaked form limp on the carpet. A surge of lust spasmed from his crotch and he knew he was going to wine. He leaned closer, taking the tits to his chest, the arms in his hands, spreading the woman on the floor as he began his final drive, ramming into her, bearing down, twisting cruelly into the box at the end of each thrust, the shaft of his prick searing sharply as he fucked harder.
Suddenly, bright heat drenched him. His body tensed. Flares of blinding light burst in his head. He felt the rush of climax engulf his whole body and he shot a wild batch of hot cum into the steamy cunt. Raw lust heaved through his body.
More jism, ripped right out of his balls, boiled along his shrieking cock. The heat scorched his crotch and he came with savage fury, loving the dense thrills that crowded his nuts, that filled his cock with a blinding joy.
Bob gushed man-cream, hosing the woman. His arms tingled with pure desire. More pleasure, solid driving blows of physical ecstasy roared through his dick.
Savage passion gripped him. Primitive ecstasy overwhelmed him. The pleasure was pure sex, totally animal, the full glory of the encounter pounding and pounding until he could not see, could not hear. Only his cock was real. His cock, his balls, and the hot, wet pit that engulfed his cock.
The final few drives slammed into the pussy and Bob slumped away, drained, gasping far air. His lungs hurt, his back ached and he collapsed on the floor, exhausted.