She huddled in the far corner of the front seat as Lane sped his Caddy through the quiet expensive suburb of Reno. Lane glanced at her, the erection in his pants a fierce constant ache now, prodded by anticipation of the bizarre adventures coming in the next few hours.
The blackjack dealer's name was Shawn and she was still trembling with fright. She was only twenty-two, with a wealth of honey-colored hair, lustrous green eyes and a softly curved body that Lane knew would drive his wife insane – although she had a head start in that direction anyway. Her boyfriend, she'd told Lane in a trembling voice after he'd shown her the developed film of her cheating had told her it would be as easy as shooting clay pigeons, that they would knock off at least two thousand a night for a straight week before it got risky.
When Lane had heard that, he'd arranged to have the boyfriend put in the hospital for a few weeks, instead of a gentle slapping around. He'd see how easy it was next time, with a few broken ribs, an arm or two in splints and a very sore ass from brutal kicking. Besides, the dealer was so young and sexy he wanted the boyfriend out of the way for a while in case Vera really liked her.
Shawn had been crying softly when he'd told her what could happen to her for fucking with the big boys' money. When he got done offering her the alternative, she was crying with relief instead. He knew what she really feared was having her smooth young looks marred by a beating, but she needn't have worried about that. She was a ripe honey from a small town in Utah, still naive about the intricate and treacherous world of gambling. She'd been conned by a fast talker into trying to take the house, that was all.
In fact, Lane had already decided to violate house policy and give her job back to her. With her boyfriend out of the way, and with Shawn scared shitless over her close call, he had her in a very tight spot and she knew it. By letting her keep her job, he'd have her on tap for quickies.
If, that is, she survived Vera's savage brand of sex tonight.
He wheeled the Caddy into the driveway of his house, and guided Shawn to the front door. He knew exactly what was going on in her simple mind. She was overwhelmed with relief, so grateful for not being subjected to pain and possible disfigurement that she was willing, eager in fact, to give him her hotly curved young body in return. To her, it would be a simple trade. By the time Lane's wife got done with her, she might wish she'd chosen the beating.
He brought her into the living room, and Vera came sauntering from the kitchen with a tray of drinks. When she saw Shawn she almost dropped the tray. Lane stared at his wife narrowly. Was the bitch sober? He decided she was – for the most part, anyway.
"Shawn, this is my wife, Vera," Lane said and the two women smiled at each other. Lane had already explained to Shawn that his wife swung both ways, but that she was young and gentle and sweet – which was the most outrageous lie of the century. But if you didn't know Vera, she'd give that impression at first.
Lane's wife was twenty-five, petite with a plumply curved body, short curly dark hair and enormous shining eyes. She was far from beautiful and just barely pretty, but she reeked with heat, her tawny skin glowing with hot sex, her huge eyes so hungry she could turn a man on in a single burning glance. She was a born nymphomaniac, a drunk, a switch-hitter, a vicious tease, and the hottest, most nerve-shattering suck and fuck of Lane's jaded life. He was twenty years older than she was, but he was still lean and hard and cold. He was about to have her thrown out of his casino one night because she was drunk and obnoxious, when just for the hell of it he decided to do a one night stand instead. That was three years ago. In that long night, she'd sparked his lust violently with her frenzied ripe mouth and magnificent little pussy, insisting, demanding he fuck her in the ass and tits, waking him up in thirty minutes for another fantastic blow-job, blowing his harsh, cynical mind along with his cock so thoroughly that Lane simply couldn't bear to go home and not find her waiting for him.
So he'd married her. He knew what he was in for, with her crazed drinking, her occasional disappearances for two or three days when she'd go out and suck and fuck everything in sight, male and female, and come home in tears, begging forgiveness like a naughty kid. He always took her back. He was a gambler, a pro, and he'd calculated the odds when he'd married her and decided it would be more than worth it.
Not only did Vera turn him on to the point of feverish excitement – everyone thought his blood was so cold it was quick-frozen, which it was except with Vera – she was pure wanton delight in action with another girl. She was like an obscene wind-up toy that never wound down. But Lane knew that with her drinking and her crazed streak of lust she wouldn't last another ten years. He'd figured that in the odds, too.
If he tossed her out on her ass now, she'd find someone else to take care of her. She gave him so much lustful excitement and satisfaction, she was worth almost any price to him. And Vera sensed that too, which was why she knew she could come home after a three-day drunk and an orgy of men and women in motel rooms and he'd forgive her.
Sometimes she'd get all dolled up, go out and pick up a hot young swinger just for him, a surprise when he got home tired and irritable after work. No one had ever given Lane anything, much less a cute piece of ass stark-free, and this touched his icy heart very deeply. In his own cold and twisted way he loved his wife, and in her wild, savagely unpredictable way she loved him, because he took care of her. It was simply an unwritten contract and they both knew it.
Now in the living room of his plush home, Vera – who was wearing a tight black minidress, misty black nylons and five-inch spike heels which made her eyes level with the honey-haired dealer's – began charming Shawn.
"So pretty," Vera gushed, squeezing Shawn's hands tightly in her hot ones. "How did a darling young thing like you get hung up in the shitty world of gambling?"
Lane had to hand it to Vera. She'd hop in bed with a man in two seconds but when it came to girls she'd charm their panties off practically make them fall in love with her before she touched them, actually seduce them. In her dark, cunning way she was simply priming them, setting them up for a fall, making them trust her first. That was part of her kinky game, and Lane deeply enjoyed watching her play her hand.
She had Shawn set up in fifteen minutes flat. Ignoring Lane completely, she got the innocent girl to talk about herself, drawing her out like a psychiatrist. They sat on the sofa facing each other. Vera would fire questions at Shawn and fix her enormous dark hypnotic eyes on her, a look of intent fascination on her face. And all the while she radiated heat, her fingers caressing Shawn's wrists and arms and hands, moving down to her thighs, touching her cheek tenderly. It was a strange beautiful dance of seduction that always thrilled Lane's blood. Vera could charm the panties off a nun and sell them back to her in twenty minutes flat, after she'd talked the nun into giving her the best blow-job in the world. She was that good.
While Vera coaxed the honey-haired dealer's life story from her in a few minutes, cleverly arousing Shawn with soft strokes and gestures, her glowing eyes melting with awe and fascination, Lane sipped a scotch and smoked a cigarette. The girl was getting hot now and Vera had done it so subtly Shawn didn't even know she was worked up. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar.
"And that's how I ended up in Reno," Shawn concluded with a sigh. She suddenly realized her panties were soaked with her juices, that she was terrifically excited. It was the fierce heat, the intense warmth of Vera, like a very close sister she'd never had, that turned Shawn on so intensely. She liked this strange, dark-haired woman tremendously, felt that she could trust her completely, felt herself being pulled into a whirlpool of hot silken magnetism and profound excitement.
When Lane had told her that his wife swung both ways, Shawn had felt a tremor of fear. She'd never made it with another woman and the idea left her cold. But the alternative left her even colder so she had agreed, inwardly bracing herself for some disgusting and kinky sex. But she hadn't expected this, not this fascinating, hypnotic and genuinely warm and sexy creature.
"Listen," Vera whispered, leaning close to brush her lips across Shawn's ear and lewdly stroked her thighs with her fingers, "Let's go to bed alone for a few minutes, okay? I know you'll feel self-conscious with him watching, so it'll be just you and me for a little while, right, honey?"
Shawn gulped and nodded eagerly. It was exactly what she wanted, which was exactly what Vera sensed.
"We're going to have a little talk in private," Vera told Lane, pulling Shawn up by the hand, "Don't join us for fifteen minutes at least. Okay sugar?"
Lane shrugged and refilled his drink. This was part of the game too. She would get Shawn hotter than a smoking pistol, so aroused she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and that's when Lane would step in, and that's when the real kinky games would begin.
He watched them disappear into the bedroom, the door closing behind them. He only hoped Vera wouldn't overdo it with the whip and the giant, battery-operated prick tonight. This one was such a sexy honey he wanted her on the side, at his beck and call at the casino, not running away in shock and horror afterward. Like so many others.
In the bedroom, Vera quickly wrapped her arms around Shawn and embraced her with fierce passion, snaking her tongue deep into the girl's mouth, crushing their tits together. She rubbed her boiling crotch to Shawn's warm one and the girl whimpered deep in her throat, dizzy with excitement.
"I'm going to be good to you, darling," Vera whispered, squeezing Shawn's silken hot ass in her greedy fingers, "Make you feel so hot and beautiful, oh honey, you're so exciting, so sweet and sexy, rnmmrnm! I'm going to suck on your hot juicy tits and kiss your darling ass and… let me undress you!"
Shawn closed her eyes, trembling from head to toe as Vera unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, tossing it aside. She stepped behind the girl and unsnapped her bra, took that off and flung it aside. Vera embraced Shawn from behind, her breath coming in sharp moans as she fingered and squeezed and loved her silken, fleshy young tits for a minute, pulling gently on the dusky fat nipples. She kissed the dealer's neck at the same time, brushing aside her hair to trace lascivious circles of lust on the nape of her neck with her burning tongue. And all the time, Vera squirmed her boiling pussy to the girl's soft ass in lewd fucking motions, until Shawn was sobbing with impatience.
"I'm… I'm getting so hot, Vera!" she whispered, clutching Vera's hands in hers and squeezing them harder on her swollen naked tits. "So terrifically hot! I want to make it with you, you're the first woman I've ever wanted sex with!"
And the last, Vera cautioned herself, if she got too carried away. "I'll hurry," she promised Shawn, kneeling behind her to unzip her skirt. She slid it down the girl's tapered silken legs, then worked off her panty-hose to leave her standing naked. Still kneeling behind Shawn, Vera's lips and tongue tinged fiercely as she stroked the girl's velvety round hips and began sucking and kissing and tonguing the sweet flesh of her hot ass. She dipped her head down – God, she could smell her fragrant young cunt like a delicious feast – and found Shawn's tiny asshole with her tongue-tip. She tickled it, making the girl whimper with mad excitement, then plunged it in for a burning wet thrill – just a few moments of coming attractions. The tunnel was sweet and fiery to Vera's churning tongue, so exciting that Lane's wife felt her own cunt throb eagerly and start gushing juice.
She stood up, shivering with obscene happiness. She led Shawn over to the bed and the girl lay back on it, her eyes gleaming wildly, her firm young tits heaving eagerly, her soft thighs parting to reveal a glistening pink cunt, like a juicy rosebud, fringed with honey-silk hairs.
It took all of Vera's control not to just dive into that succulent slit and lap and suck and eat with screams of sheer depraved joy. Instead, she kept her blazing eyes raking over the girl's smooth, ripe naked flesh as she quickly slipped her dress off. Her own tawny hot tits billowed out over her low-cut, lacey black bra. She took it off quickly and tossed it behind her. Shawn's eyes widened in surprise.
Vera didn't wear panty-hose, but sheer black panties and garters and nylons, but what startled and deeply excited Shawn were Vera's panties. There was an opening in them so that her pink, soaked cuntlips were naked and available. The casino manager's wife was tremendously exciting only half-naked, her fleshy round tits dappled with huge pink nipples, her lower body still sheathed in misty black. With her five-inch heels still on, she looked intensely obscene and lustful, her black eyes burning like an angel-whore.
Still wearing her panties and nylons and heels, Vera climbed on top of the trembling girl. She licked her sultry wet lips and gazed down upon Shawn with such lewd hunger in her huge eyes, the girl shivered with a thrill of fear. Vera ground her wet hot cuntlips to Shawn's, creating a delicious friction. She rubbed her burning ripe tits passionately on Shawn's hot ones and held her face firmly in her hands.
If Shawn was excited before, she was sobbing with nerve-racking lust now. Fantastic new thrills were tingling through her pussy as Vera's cunt-flesh wriggled and squirmed and sucked at hers in a silent, depraved dance.
"So hot!" Shawn cried, clutching Vera's asscheeks in her trembling fingers and squeezing furiously. "Please eat me now, go down on me now! Please, Vera, you're exciting the hell out of me, darling! Eat me, suck me, pleeeeease!"
But Vera had a teasing ritual, a ceremony she carried out in precise detail, and no matter how excited she got – and she was on fire with lust for this creature, all hot tits and wet pussy and silky sex-flesh that triggered the most violent urges in her delirious mind – Lane's wife always followed the tantalizing ritual. There were rules to her brand of sex.
She traced the outline of Shawn's sensuous mouth with her tongue as she wet-fucked her with her steaming cunt-flesh. Then she bit Shawn's lips in a growing frenzy, bringing soft screams of excitement from Shawn's throat, causing the girl to twine her slender legs around Vera's and frantically swing her hips. Shawn was more wildly aroused than she'd ever been in her life, so maddeningly eager for sex that her blood ws singing and her cunt was pulsing in agony.
Now Vera began her long, lascivious downward journey over Shawn's sleek hot flesh. She moved her mouth down to one perfectly rounded young tit, clutching it lustfully in her fingers. She rammed as much of the delicious mound as she could into her mouth, sucking greedily until Shawn sobbed in sharp gasps of pleasure. Slowly she released the flesh until only the sweet fat nipple remained between her lips. She sucked it harshly, then teased it with her sharp teeth, then swirled her searing tongue around it rapidly to make Shawn moan feverishly and dig her nails into Vera's naked back.
"Oh Vera, don't… don't tease me any more! I'm so Goddamn hot I could explode! Oh God eat me suck me darling!"
But Vera leisurely trailed her mouth over to the other juicy tit, still wet-fucking Shawn's hot pussy in a slow obscene rhythm. She too was maddeningly excited, but Goddammit, she had rules! Anyone could hop on and hop off like a dumb rabbit, but when Vera had sex with someone – anyone, man or woman, boy or girl – they knew what sex really was. First, there was the infinitely sweet pleasure, the teasing, the utterly delicious thrills. Then the white-hot sheets of pain.
Now she worked over Shawn's other juicy tit-mound in the same lascivious ceremony, sucking, biting, licking, getting the girl screamingly hot. And all the while similar episodes flashed in Vera's mind, other tits she'd sucked and teased and bit, their color, size, taste, texture, smell. She'd sucked on enormous tits and tiny tits, on huge red nipples and delicate dusky buds, on creamy flesh so hot it seared her mouth and on deeply tanned mounds that were surprisingly cool to her lips and tongue. She'd sucked on tits that smelled like flowers and on tits that reeked with strange animal odor coming from some strange source deep within.
Shawn's tits were exquisitely sweet and silky, not really big enough to fuck herself excitingly with, but fragrant and filled with healthy young passion, their nipples throbbing hotly in her wet mouth. At last she trailed her lips and tongue downward over the soft warm flesh of Shawn's gently rounded belly. The girl moaned deliriously as Vera grasped thick folds of the satiny flesh in her mouth and sucked and bit it, savoring its sexy heat and sweetness.
"Oh God! Vera, don't don't don't tease me any more! I'm going crazy, darling, I'm going to explodes! Jesus, I'll do anything, just eat me honey, suck me off oh pleeaeeze!"
Now the dark-haired pervert was panting as she traced teasing kisses around the silky fringe of Shawn's madly sucking cunt, filling her nostrils with steaming fragrances sparking a violent hunger deep in her being, her mind once more classifying, sorting, sifting through scores of pussy-odors. Oh Jesus, this one was tremendously exciting, a wet summer lilac smell, its outer soft lips shining with juice, madly kissable and lovable to Vera's burning eyes and watering mouth.
"Oh Lord I'll die if you don't suck it, Vera!" Shawn raked her nails over Vera's soft shoulders in a razor-like attack, unable to express in any other way her fierce urgency, her maddening fire that was blazing in her loins. She was amused to a nearly insane pitch of excitement by the teasing, sucking, kissing, biting ritual, by Vera's endlessly stroking, squeezing caressing fingers, and Shawn's pussy-flesh trembled in a fury of eagerness.
But Vera had just begun.
Now she'd completely bypassed the girl's fiery slit and was licking and kissing the flesh of her hot inner thighs, probing down to her softly curved calves, sucking on her lovely toes and the soles of her tender feet, working her way with agonizing slowness back up to her pink pulsing feast. Shawn had grabbed her curls and was now tugging frantically, crying with loud whimpers, begging her.
Vera had a clock in her mind which kept time to the precise second. She knew exactly when Lane would walk in the door, naked and primed. She also knew exactly how long she could devour a juicy young cunt before it exploded its nectar in her frenzied mouth. She'd seduced and primed so many girls and women she could tell with perfect accuracy by their cries and whimpers and trembling soft flesh when they would climax.
And this girl was on the very verge. She'd worked Shawn up to such an hysterical pitch, she could allot no more than thirty seconds of sucking and kissing and lapping before the honey-haired dealer would come in great gushes of bliss. One second too long, and she'd get her rocks off with delirious screams.
Taking a deep breath, Vera plunged into her juicy wet slit, beginning a mental countdown.
Thirty, twenty-nine, oh Christ this is heaven, oh Jesus what lovely cunt, oh God, it's beautiful, oh honey, so hot and furiously sucking, want to smear my whole body with her darling hot cunt-juice, mmmmm! Nineteen, eighteen, she's going to pull my fucking hair out by the roots she's so Goddammmn hot! Lord, what a delicious cunt! Like a little pink cock only softer, ooooo sweet sweet! How many more happy laps have I got, Christ, can I possibly stop in time, I could suck this thrilling pussy for eight solid incredible hours, oh, shit. Eight, seven, six, just three more mad sucks, aaaaah! Jesus, I love this cunt! Oh God stop me, I'm going nuts! One, one, one stop you bitch!
And with a supreme effort of will and a deep agonizing moan, Vera tore her mouth away from her succulent feast. There were times when she thought her own rules would shatter her fucking sanity. But now she had Shawn exactly where she wanted her, thrashing and crying and groaning feverishly on the bed, on the brink other first climax.
"Why did you stop?" Shawn sobbed, arching her back and rubbing her own swollen tits furiously.
True to Vera's mental clock, Lane had come into the room, naked, his long hard prick with its strange upward eye like a scimitar quivering with crimson power. He nodded with satisfaction, his eyes blazing over Shawn's silky smooth flesh, resting on her dripping young cunt pulsing obscenely as if begging. Christ, he'd like to ram his rod to her on the spot and to hell with the bizarre, intricate sex games. But there'd be plenty of time for that later.
He nodded at Vera. His wife, licking the cunt-juice hungrily from her lips, got up and went around to the head of the bed while Lane went to the other side. The chains were already looped around the bottom of the bedposts. They we're always there, ready for the next victim.
"I promised to give you the time of my life and I will, angel," Vera told Shawn huskily. "But first you turn over or your belly. We've got to play a little game, the three of us. We're going to tie you down, but don't worry." She rushed on as the girl's green eyes became alarmed. "We're not going to hurt you, honey. It's for me, because I get my kicks that way. Okay?"
Sobbing, Shawn nodded and rolled over on her stomach, obediently spreading out her arms and legs on the king-sized mattress. She did it without hesitation for two reasons: she trusted Vera implicitly – her first awesome blunder – and second, because she was so intensely hot she would have climbed the walls and around the ceiling for release. They snapped the chains in place on her wrists and ankles. Vera opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The girl's eyes became huge with fear as the sadist took out a short-handled whip with long thin black thongs.
"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" Shawn cried out, panic rippling through her blood in icy waves. Even then she didn't suspect what she was in for.
"Oh this is just for teasing," Vera laughed. Next she took out the gigantic dildo and Shawn gasped. It was about ten inches long, massively thick. She watched in awe as Vera showed her how it worked.
"See these tiny spikes?" Vera said, pointing to dozens of mounds covering its thick length. "These will get you off like the Fourth of July, baby, no kidding. But that's not all. Watch now."
She reachied underneath and pressed the on switch on the battery operated monster leaped and throbbed in her fingers. The girl screamed as Vera touched it to her naked back but with pleasure, not pain as it hummed and vibrated. Of course, imbedded deep into her tender pussy it would feel so different.
"But that's not all," Vera went on excitedly, beginning to feel the heady sense of power she loved so much when they were chained helplessly, at her complete mercy. All that silky hot flesh, those tits and that darling sweet ass, that fantastically delicious little pussy of hers, all hers for any torture or pleasure she alone chose. Oh well, Lane had a say in it, too, but he always let her have her way. As Vera pressed the huge prick against Shawn's velvety back, she reached beneath the base and pressed a hidden button. Instantly Shawn yelped and recoiled from a ten-volt shock.
Good God, she's crazy! Shawn realized with a horrified shock. The warm, passionate creature who'd charmed and then teased her so lasciviously now had a look of pure madness in her lustrous eyes. Her smooth face was contorted with twisted joy, with such cruel happiness Shawn struggled with all her might against her chains.
For the first time she realized how totally helpless she was and she began crying like a baby, great waves of hot tears gushing from her eyes. Lane snapped his fingers and Vera handed him the whip. Standing over her, he began bringing the lashes down in vicious strokes until bright red welts appeared on her white asscheeks, until her screams became breathless gasps.
"No crybabies," Lane told her harshly. "You agreed to swing with us and you'll take what comes."
Vera knelt between the trembling girl's legs and rubbed her palms excitedly over the hot raw flesh, then she bent down to tenderly kiss each asscheek. She dipped her tongue into Shawn's puckered asshole and wriggled it around while Lane got up onto the bed. He sat at the headboard with his thick rod facing her, and clutched her face in his hands. Jesus, she had a sweet mouth, soft innocent lips, and the look of terror on her face excited his lust even more.
"Start sucking," he commanded her. "And give me the blow-job of your life, Shawn, because if you don't look good Vera will go crazy with the whip, I assure you."
He didn't bother to tell her his wife would probably go crazy with the whip anyway, not to mention the massive dildo. Once Vera got this excited – and she deliberately refrained from coming too soon herself, because she loved the high of being frustrated while she tormented luscious girls – she was impossible to stop.
At this point the honey-haired blackjack dealer was a whirling mass of fear and confusion and excitement. She'd never been subjected to kinky sex before and she even thought sixty-nine with her boyfriend was daring. Being from a small town she thought gambling was glamorous and exciting so she'd become a dealer. But the sudden assault of Vera's frenzied lips and tongue and wild fingers on her sensitive flesh, working her up to a maddening pitch, followed by the shattering hot pain inflicted on her tender ass, was almost more than she could bear. Her cunt was on the verge of an explosion while her nerves screamed with pain and fear.
In other words, she was reacting exactly as Vera wanted.
A moment later Lane shoved his throbbing prick into her mouth and she began sucking it timidly, almost gagging is the boiling knob battered her throat.
Lane snapped his fingers with disgust. Happily, Vera scrambled off the bed and got the whip. She began lashing Shawn's trembling ripe ass, but not hard at all – just warning strokes – enough to send sharp jolts of fire through her bare flesh.
"In about ten seconds," Lane told the sobbing girl, "you're gonna get your ass whipped until it turns into hamburger if you don't start giving me a decent blow-job. Now move it!"
Whimpering in her throat, Shawn started to suck his fleshy rod with urgent motions of her mouth. She tightened her warm lips with each long suck, finally inspired lo fuck her tongue across the knob. When she felt Vera's wet tongue slither up her asshole again, delicious shivers of excitement raced through her bowels and she tried to nudge her aching cunt down, imploring Vera to finish her almost forgotten cunt-licking.
"Better, much better," Lane groaned, fucking her hot mouth with slow lunges. He knew he'd have to spell it out for her, though it was a clumsy college-girl blow-job – no tricks, no artistry, no frills.
"Use your teeth but gently," he told her. "Across the surface of my meat when you suck. Then whirl your tongue around the head of my dick from time to time. And if the notion strikes you," he added sarcastically, "you might slip my prick out of your mouth long enough to suck on my balls awhile."
A curious thing was happening to Shawn. The pain on her ass-flesh had given way to a warm glow, fusing with the fierce excitement in her pussy and asshole. Her pain was beginning to mingle with her lustful pleasure.
And it was Vera's intention that before she finished with the sexy dealer, she wouldn't know the difference between the two. That was what the dark-eyed swinger had learned as a teanager, when she'd run away from home and was picked up hitchhiking by a wealthy couple. They'd put her up in a motel room and by the time they'd finished with her, she couldn't tell the difference between agony and bliss.
She'd stayed two years with the couple, posing as their daughter while they sucked and fucked her feverishly every night, lavishing her with expensive gifts and clothes, and buying her her own sports car. Vera had finally left – out of boredom – striking out on her own. And now it was her turn to turn on other girls, young sexy beauties like this gorgeous piece of pussy.
Again, Shawn was on the verge of her elusive orgasm, her cunt aching madly and dripping with juice, her asshole quivering as Vera's tongue probed deep to tease and thrill. It occurred to her they might reward her with a climax if she got Lane to shoot off in her mouth quickly, so she put all her soul and healthy young passion into her blow-job, sucking his hard meat fiercely, stopping to lick and kiss and suck on his hairy balls and then returning to her task with intensified lust.
"Hey, good honey," Lane groaned, cupping her head tightly in his hands as he fucked her savagely while she sucked. His prick was growing rock-hard now, vibrating massively in her feverish mouth. Shawn moaned with animal lust, craving his boiling cream now, wanting it spurting in a great flood in her mouth. She whipped and wriggled her lips in a frenzy as his thick rod swelled more and then he was bursting, hot jism spattering in her mouth like a fountain. Whimpering with obscene delight, the girl gulped it down and swung her ass excitedly to Vera's endlessly searching mouth.
"Shit, oh baby, mnmmm… juicy mouth! Yeah, ooohhhhh!"
With a final series of jerks, Lane felt his load being drained from his loins and he let out a long contented sigh. Actually, it was a terrible blow-job by Vera's expert standards, but the point was that the potential was there. She could be trained, and that was what mattered.
For a minute he simply sat there with his limp rod in her still wildly sucking lips while he watched his wife lick Shawn's asshole. Still wearing her obscenely split panties and sexy nylons and high heels, Vera was terrifically exciting as she burrowed her ripe lips to the girl's beautiful naked ass. But the high point would come when she raped Shawn with the dildo. That action always gave Lane an immense new hard-on, no matter how exhausted he might be. He slipped his meat out of Shawn's moaning lips and climbed off the bed.
"Now make me come!" Shawn cried out at once, wriggling her ass to Vera's face. "Dear God, please make me come! I'm so hot I could faint!"
Slowly, Vera sat up, licking the taste of tender female asshole on her lips. As she stared down at Shawn's juicy young cunt, so pink and wet and luscious, she almost gave in to the wild urge to suck her off with ravenous groans, draining her dry if it took all night. But she had to follow the rules, for a very specific reason.
She got up onto the bed in Lane's previous position, her own wet pussy peeping obscenely through the slit in her sheer panties. She dug her high heels in to the mattress on each side of Shawn. She cupped the girl's tear-streaked face into her hands and bored her eyes into Shawn's.
"Listen, baby," she whispered, "I promised to thrill you like you've never had it before and I will. But first you've gotta eat my pussy, you've gotta show me what you can do, angel. You've gotta suck me off until I'm coming all over your face, until there's a great big puddle of my honey on the bed. Because that's what I'm going to do for you, Shawn, only better – much, much better – when I fuck you. Okay, darling?"
"Yes," Shawn whispered feverishly, "I will, Vera, I swear I'll eat you good, I'll suck you off so madly, oh God, I'm hot, I'm hot! Suck me, fuck me, rape me, hurt me but make me come, please, please!"
"In a little while," Vera murmured, her seeping slit only two inches from Shawn's wet lips now, her cunt weaving with lustful eagerness. Then with a low hiss the dark-eyed woman suddenly slammed her dripping cunt to Shawn's waiting mouth and rubbed it savagely.
"EAT!" she commanded hoarsely. "Eat my cunt! Aaaah, yesssss, oh Shawn, suck it, lick it, kiss it, eat it, love it! Love my… oooooh! Beautiful! Hot loving mouth!"
The girl dug her lips and tongue into the fragrant crack with all the frustrated fury of passion she felt in every inch of her tormented flesh. Low animal moans came from her throat as she drilled deeply with her tongue, thrilled and tremendously excited by the new sensation. She liked eating pussy! She realized with a sudden shock. She loved the squirming, wriggling hot sweet flesh crushing against her tingling lips, the smell of excited cunt in her nostrils, a powerful female scent unlike anything else, the sticky luscious fluid trickling heavily into her mouth, the sensation of darkness and heat surrounding her face, like the primeval memory of her mother's womb.
And above all the guilt with a completely normal upbringing, Shawn knew it was wrong for one girl to have oral sex with another, and this was at least half her delicious excitement.
The other half, unknown to her, was the cunning ritual of teasing torture and pleasure. Because there was a method to Vera's madness, a definite plan. From the moment she saw the honey-haired girl, she knew she wanted her as a steady for both Lane and herself, a live-in source of endless thrills, the apex of the perfect triangle. And if she survived tonight and was ready for more, than she was the one. If she didn't run away screaming first chance she got.
"Ah! Oh! You eat my cunt, Shawn, you baby, ooooooo hot mouth, juicy, juicy lips, mmmmmmm, work that tongue, sweet lips, angel-pussy, AAAhhhhiiii!"
Hissing and panting, Vera reared back her head and shuddered as her first climax exploded from Shawn's frantically lapping tongue digging deeply into her cunt-flesh. Oh Christ, a born pussy-eater! A born switch-hitter just like herself! She knew for certain; she wasn't guessing, because the girl was sucking her off in a delirious assault, doing what Vera would do – ramming her nose and chin as well as her lip into the writhing flesh, smearing cunt-juice all over her face with unashamed joy, moaning in her throat like a starved cat.
And all the time Shawn's lovely naked body made wild fucking motions, trembling from head to toe with fierce delight at her new discovery.
"Oh baby, baby coming a-a-again!Ooooo sweet love your darling mouth suck me honey, do my cunt yesssss!"
Even in her frenzy Shawn paused to suck happily on Vera's swollen clit-bud, whipping her tongue against it to bring low screams of ecstasy from the other woman. Then she dipped her mouth down to Vera's asshole and snaked her tongue deep inside the hot tunnel, wriggling it fiercely.
And all the while the madly devouring girl wasn't the slightest bit aware that flashbulbs were popping as Lane casually took colored Polaroid shots of their latest conquest. They had amassed quite a collection since their marriage began, and on boring nights they would sit before the fire, like any happy couple, and pore over the pictures and laugh and reminisce over drinks.
"Unnnnnnng!" Vera wailed as the dealer shot another wild climax through her trembling cunt by placing her lips squarely against Vera's cuntlips and sucking furiously. No tongue action, no teasing, just raw brutal pussy-sucking.
Panting and feverishly rubbing her own tits, Vera was aware that Lane had put the camera down. She snapped her fingers and he handed her the whip. Viciously, the crazed swinger began lashing Shawn's naked lovely ass while she savagely fucked her mouth.
"For… aaaagh! For your own… oooooo, cuntsucking darling! For your own good, baby! Harder, deeper, more!"
Sobbing in her throat, Shawn licked and kissed and sucked in a pure frenzy of frustration and pain and joy, dimly aware that she was being punished for nothing. But as erratic as Vera seemed, she never did anything for nothing, especially when it came to sex. This was training, nothing more. Anytime she wanted a blow-job and Shawn would be reluctant out came the whip. Association and memory would do the rest. The sight of the whip would flood her body with wild excitement – pain and pleasure both – and she'd fall to her knees and start eating on the spot.
That's how Vera was trained, so she ought to know.
Now Shawn felt a climax in her own savagely throbbing pussy, but it was only the faint beginning of a volcanic eruption, only a teasing spark in a holocaust, a release caused by the jolting pain on her ass-flesh from the brutal whip.
Vera began slamming her hot cunt into Shawn's helpless mouth in slow massive jerks, grinding the wildly eating flesh all over her face, loud groans of wanton bliss rolling from her lips.
"Eat it… oooooo! Hot… aaaaah! Pussy! Mmmmnm! C-c-commmmmggggg Jeeeeezus yessssss!"
Although the honey-haired girl could barely breathe and her tender ass was on fire with welts, Vera's profound and bizarre passion communicated itself to Shawn. As she moaned furiously, and slowly, ravenously she lapped and sucked at the juicy gushing slit, hoping and fervently praying the crazed swinger would finally give her her own desperate orgasm once she was satisfied.
But Lane could have told her to her horror that Vera was never satisfied, just postponed. For five minutes Vera twisted and rocked and thrashed her maddened cunt to Shawn's frantic mouth, deep shattering moans rolling from her throat while her swollen tits rose and fell in slow jerky heaves, while her hands crushed Shawn's mouth mercilessly to her boiling crotch.
Then with a final shuddering sigh she released the girl.
For a minute Shawn could only gasp for breath, her tongue rolling around her mouth to relish the strange flood of pussy-juice. "Going crazy," she finally whispered. "Going crazy! You've got to make me come! Fuck me whip me suck me beat me make me… commmmmmmmme!"
Vera's eyes gradually came into focus and she stroked Shawn's hair tenderly.
"Poor darling," she purred. "You did so well, you did fantastic! Let me get you a drink and a cigarette. I'm ready for a break. How about you, Lane?"
Lane had been sitting on the edge of the bed for the last few minutes for a close-up view. Now he teased Shawn's soaked thighs with his fingers, never touching her cunt-flesh but circling it with diabolical closeness.
"I'm ready for a break."
Shawn raised her head, tears of rage and helplessness flowing down her cheeks. "I don't want a fucking break! I want to come!" She tugged frantically at her chains to emphasize her white-hot frustration. "Suck me or fuck me, damn you both!"
"We will," Lane assured her softly. "You can bet your sweet ass we will. When we're good and Goddamn ready."
The girl blinked her eyes and shuddered convulsively from head to toe for a few seconds from shear nerve-shattering rage frustration. She felt her mind whirl and soar, beginning to crack into a thousand fragments. Then a bloodcurdling scream shot from her throat and she fainted.