"Paddle my shitty ass!" Laura Stone hissed. She was perched nakedly on her knees atop the diving board in her back yard with bare tits and one cheek of her face scratching against the grainy surface. Her naked hips were thrust high into the air, eagerly thrashing about as her husband, Jim, whipped the ping pong paddle through the air to batter its rough surface against her ass. The skin of Laura's ass cheeks glowed a brilliant scarlet from the blows that had already landed, and hot cunt juices from her leaking pussy flowed down the insides of both velvety thighs. The smashing paddle ignited hot flames of sexual pain and pleasure which ran through her flesh to spear bolts of lightning up her puckered shit hole and tight cunt. Tiny breakers of cum like waves rippling onto a beach were already crashing through her guts, and the beautiful sex-starved woman hadn't even yet been fucked by a hard prick.
Her husband, Jim, was as naked as his wife, and he stood to one side of the diving board of the kidney-shaped swimming pool as he slashed brutally down with the paddle to sting his wife's bare ass. Jim's cock was raging hard, jutting lewdly out from his crotch, and already drops of pre-cum stained the end of his prick. Whipping bitch flesh made him ache with fuck-lust.
"You like that, my little bitch?" he growled at Laura, his voice strained up an octave by the lust that was rampant in his body. "Then, here's some more of my paddle to tear up your ass!"
"Hit me!" Laura encouraged, then she yelped as the paddle savaged her ass again. The blows stoked the flames in her cunt.
The late-afternoon sun slanted into the oversized yard, throwing the shadows of the pair into the pool. The summer heat had slipped some as the day had wound down and, now with the clock moving toward four, the warm air bathed their skin. Still, both naked fuckers had worked up a sweat from the hot bondage and discipline action. Around them, a massive shamrock green rolled to the five-foot stone wall that surrounded the back yard. And, lining the wall, there were shrubs and trees that blocked the view over the wall except for a few strategic places.
"Is she there?" Laura gasped, wiggling her naked, beaten ass wound to beg for more.
Jim grasped his wife's luxurious brown hair, now wet with sweat, from where it lay across her back and he pulled hard to arch her neck to the rear. Laura gurgled from the sudden strangulation, and her breath quickly disappeared. But there was no panic as her eyes bulged, so she heard the words her husband whispered into her ear.
"She's looking over the wall through the trunks of the alder trees," Jim growled, then he released his wife's damp hair.
Laura's head snapped down, cracking one of her cheeks sharply against the board. Still she managed to glance over toward the trees. Sure enough, she could see her young neighbor's face over the five-foot wall.
"God," Laura groaned as she turned her head back. "I can't wait to get my tongue up her tight, juicy young cunt!"
Then agony sliced through her ass as the ping pong paddle slammed her battered flesh again, and new needles of pain erupted all over her ass cheeks and made her waves of cum break even higher. The pussy juices had poured so thickly now that they even leaked down to stain the board, and Laura was getting close to needing a hard cock plundering into her cunt hole, which already felt like it was about to explode.
Across the lawn, the soft summer breeze rustled the leaves of the alders. They were young trees, their trunks and branches still immature, and the breaks between them provided one of the few natural windows far looking into the Stones' back yard. And it was there that Jim had noticed the shining golden hair, almost like a halo above the fair skin of his young neighbor's face. Brenda Ellis – as the Stones well knew was her custom – had been spending the late afternoon inside her own back yard clipping roses and weeding flowerbeds in the place she and her husband, Bill, now called home. The newlywed couple had been so lucky to find it – there were so few nice ones to rent, particularly ones they could afford – and Brenda had almost swooned when the Stones had agreed to rent them the bungalow that lay alongside the Stones' massive estate.
The neighborhood was a nice one, secluded at the end of a road in the northwest part of town. The Stones' place was the only mansion, and the rest of the houses were all larger then Brenda's, but for a newlywed couple it was almost perfect.
They had moved right in, not even taking the time – really, they hadn't had the money – for a honeymoon trip. But that didn't bother Brenda a bit. Their honeymoon had been right here, and it was in the house she loved. Some people had criticized her and Bill for marrying so young, but they weren't doing too badly.
Brenda had been clipping a rose, a big lavender one that must have been a hybrid, when she had first heard the groans and soft screams drifting across the stone wall from the Stones' back door. At first Brenda thought the sounds must have been coming from a radio or a television left on and forgotten but then she decided that what she was hearing would never be broadcast over the air. Sharp slaps and screams of pain were interlaced with groans of lusty pleasure making a blend that Brenda didn't understand. She stood up from the roses, clippers still in hand, and glanced over toward the wall. She was barely five feet tall, so she couldn't see a thing.
"Oooooh," came a sound, soft and barely audible.
But the young newlywed girl could tell that it was a woman's voice that had made it. Images flashed in her mind as she wondered whether Mrs. Stone, her neighbor and the landlord's wife, had somehow hurt herself and now lay alone and injured in the yard. But what if it was something else? What were the moans of pleasure? Brenda certainly didn't want to push herself unwanted into a clumsy situation because, after all, it was her landlord's yard over there. But if Mrs. Stone was injured, there was no way Brenda could just let her lie there and moan without at least trying to help.
And then she spotted the concrete blocks pushed up against the wall. There were two of them, and they were stacked against the stone barrier almost as if they had been placed there to allow someone to peek over the wall. By using them, Brenda could see into the Stones' back yard, hopefully without being observed, to find out if her help was really needed.
She dropped her clippers at the edge of the rose bed and moved over to the concrete blocks. Her stomach was clenched tightly from a combination of fear and excitement, almost as if she were doing something her body knew she shouldn't. But she'd already made up her mind that a peek into the next yard was the way she really should go. Carefully, she placed one foot atop the stacked blocks then reached up with her fingertips for the top of the wall, and pulled herself up to where she could see. Brenda gasped and almost fell to the ground. The only thing that saved her was her fingers on the top of the wall. Nothing she had ever dreamed of in her short life had prepared her for thee sight that came sweeping to her eyes.
Her neighbor, the beautiful, brown-haired Mrs. Stone, was lying naked on her face atop the diving board to the pool with her bare ass thrust high into the air. The woman's equally naked husband stood behind and to the side with some kind of paddle held up in the air. As the young newlywed watched through the alders, Jim Stone viciously slashed the paddle down onto his wife's scarlet ass.
The blow startled Brenda. She almost screamed out at the awful man as Mrs. Stone howled in pain. Brenda's mind swirled. Why was the large man punishing his wife right out there in the yard? Brenda's heart almost stopped at the sight of such a brutish thing, and she knew she had to do something about the horror she was observing. Then she was shocked into silence by the words she heard from the other woman's mouth.
"Beat my shitty little ass!" Laura Stone hissed loud and lustily. "Hit me!"
Were her ears telling her lies? Brenda was totally confused. Could the other woman actually be begging for her husband to inflict more of the terrible torture? As the young newlywed watched, the man yanked back his wife's hair and whispered something into her car. When the woman's face bounced back to the diving board, Brenda almost thought that the two females' eyes had met across the yard.
She should jump down from the blocks and run clear back into the house, desperately escaping from the evil scene in her neighbors' back yard. Brenda knew it was terribly wrong to do such wicked things, but she was also aware that it was equally as bad to hide behind the wall and watch. But no matter how much she tried to force herself away, there was something about what she was seeing that riveted Brenda right where she was. It was lewd, horrible! But mixed in with that fear and revulsion was a strange sort of excitement and fascination that refused to let her go. Like a moth drawn fatally to the flame, the young girl was frozen, unable to tear away her gaze, as she watched the nasty, lust-filled scene…
Laura's ass was on fire. Her pussy juices scalded down the insides of both of her legs. She was grunting now from the waves of cum that were rippling through her guts. Her naked, battered ass cheeks weaved and shoved back to meet the biting blows of the paddle.
"Rip my horny ass!" she screamed enough for the girl at the wall to hear it. "Beat me with your Goddamn paddle! Tear up my ass skin, then fuck my cock-hungry cunt!"
The words forced Brenda's eyes to the woman's naked husband, and once again the young girl gasped. His massive prick was jutting out hard and long from heavy, hairy balls that dangled obscenely between his legs. Even from this distance, Brenda could see that the man's cock was longer and thicker than that of Bill, her own husband. A huge, swollen cockhead on the end of the thick shaft looked like a small clenched fist an it jerked about in the air.
"Aaargh!" Laura Stone growled as a tremendous cum erupted and roared through her guts. The puckered mouth of her asshole fluttered and her pussy flared open like a mouth. Cunt juices streamed hotly from her cunt hole to splash against the board.
Jim glanced out of the corners of his eyes to see if the young newlywed woman was still looking over the wall. He smiled to himself, full of triumph, when he saw that she was still there. Her face was filled with shock and horror, but he knew she hadn't been able to pull herself away.
That fascination was exactly what Jim Stone had been hoping for, because it showed that he had been right when he had selected the young couple to rent the house next door. There was a double trap set to spring on the newlyweds husband through the foxy secretary who lived across the street. Jim felt his cock harden even more until it was like a steel rod when he thought about where all of this would lead. He knew the young bitch was watching his raging hard-on, and he was determined to give her a good show.
He threw the paddle into the swimming pool, them climbed up onto the diving board behind his wife's ass. Slapping her scarlet ass cheeks savagely with one open palm, he used his other hand to line up his throbbing cock with Laura's flowering cunt. Then he moved both hands around to the front of Laura's hips and braced her, then rammed his hard cock up her pussy hole as his young neighbor watched from the wall.
Brenda groaned. It was almost too much to comprehend. The paddle had been discarded and the man had crawled up onto the diving board to continue the beating with his hand. Then he lined his prick up with the woman's cunt hole and fucked it far up into her guts. Brenda watched as the thick slab of fuck-meat disappeared into the woman's pussy and began to hammer back and forth inside.
The young newlywed moaned again. Her own pussy ached from watching the pounding blows of prickmeat into the other woman's cunt.
Long, hard cock-strokes rammed hard, stuffing the woman full. And, even across the yard, Brenda could hear the sweaty slaps of the man's legs against the woman's ass cheeks.
One of Brenda's hands found the crotch of her tight jeans as if to protect her own little pussy from the brutal fuck-blows she was watching. Fascinated by the scene, she was only slightly aware that her fingertips had found that the denim was wet. A stain from pussy juices was starting to spread, and her fingers stroked the dampness. Sparks shot through her cunt, which seemed to react to each fuck-blow that she saw the hard prick administering.
"It's so Goddamn big and hard!" Laura Stone wailed as the prick hammered into her cunt. "It's fucking my poor pussy hole to death!"
Jim pulled his throbbing prick out of his wife's clutching cunt hole until only the swollen cockhead rested in me. Then his fingers tightened around her hips and he pulled her ass back violently as he rammed forward with his prick. The bulging cockhead jammed all the way down the length of her velvety fuck-channel to batter against the end of her cunt.
"Yes!" his wife howled. "Fuck me hard! Beat up my fucking cunt!"
Brenda winced from the words, her fingers tightening over her own pussy. She could almost feel the hammering blows in her own cunt as if the prick were reaching across the yard to sniff out her pussy. Between her legs now was a swamp, and her cunt hole felt on fire. The slippery pussy gash felt as if it were being strangled and desperately needed some air.
Almost without her realizing it, the young newlywed's fingers rose to the waistband of her jeans and quickly opened the snap. Then the zipper ripped down and her whole hand plunged into the jeans. Fingers ran through pussy juices that had soaked her cunt muff then finally found the pouting pussy slit. One continued on to spear into the tight little cunt hole, sending hot flashes clear through Brenda's body. And, all the time, her eyes never left the brutal fucking that was going on in the other yard.
Jim looked down to watch his thick cunt-fucking cock disappear into his wife's hot little pussy. Her cunt ring squeezed on his throbbing prickshaft as he rammed it into the fuck-hole, making the cock swell even more. He liked fucking his wife doggy-style after whipping her ass, since his tremendous prick fit so tightly into her cunt. Growing excited now, he glanced back over toward the wall. The little newlywed bitch was still watching the fuck-action like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen in her life. The young cunt was hooked; Jim knew that well, and he decided to show her what pleasure and pain were all about.
He rose to his knees, the long, hard shaft of his prick acting like a lever inside Laura's pussy-hole, to lift her ass even higher into the air. Jim slid his prick back out of her cunt, leaving only the cockhead buried inside. He froze, leaving the swollen prick-knob unmoving in her pussy to strand his cumming wife high and dry.
"No!" Laura screamed frantically. The lack of action was driving her insane. "Fuck my pussy! Make it hurt!"
Over at the wall, the young girl's mouth dropped even more. Jim laughed, an evil sound growing clear from his belly to erupt out into the yard. Brutally, be rammed his prick back into his wife's cumming pussy hole, making her cunt explode.
"Yes!" Laura shrieked as a monstrous cum ripped through her body. The whole world seemed to be crashing right into her pussy. She was speared by her husbands massive prick, which was making her whole body shake.
Jim ripped his cock out of his wife's pussy then pushed her down with one of his hands. Laura's puckered asshole, between her spread ass cheeks, lined up with Jim's well-slicked prick. Without a pause, he savagely fucked the first four inches of massive cock-meat through the ring of her tiny shit hole.
"Aaeeiii!" Laura screamed as his thick prick rammed into her asshole. It felt like a railroad spike was being driven into her ass guts.
"Here's horse cock for your shitter, bitch!" Jim snarled down at his wife, but loud enough for the young woman at the wall to hear. "I'm going to fuck your ass until you scream!"
Which Laura was doing already. Her shrieks were piercing arrows that shocked Brenda's ears. The young girl could see even more throbbing prickmeat disappearing into the other woman's ass.
Finally the whole cockshaft was cramming into Mrs. Stone's asshole – and Brenda was shocked that such a thing could be.
Brenda's hand was trapped. It could barely move. Once again her pussy seemed to be begging for air, so her other hand pushed her jeans to her knees. The summer breeze rippled across the newlywed's bare ass and a second finger drove into her cunt hole. A third finger curled back across the palm to run against her tiny clit and her young, inexperienced pussy hole began to pour.
Out on the diving board, the woman's screams had turned from pain to passion as another massive cum began to explode in her guts. Hard cock fucked into her shiter, and that fuck-action was driving Laura wild.
"Fuck my shitter!" the woman wailed.
As the fucking pair on the diving board collapsed in exhaustion from the beating and fucking, Brenda whirled around on the concrete blocks and quickly dropped her feet to the ground. Her naked ass crashed back onto the blocks as her feet splayed out to the front. Both hands now dived to her pussy, almost fighting to drive fingers up her cunt hole. One slender finger from each hand jammed into her pussy channel as she furiously finger-fucked her cunt.
Wild memories of crashing paddles swirled through her mind, and her own naked ass shivered on the concrete block. She could almost feel the biting pain in her own ass cheeks as she positioned her fingers inside her pussy. Even her asshole had begun to ache and there was a stuffed feeling in her guts, as if her own ass were being fucked by the images that were dancing lewdly in her mind.
Her pussy was burning with sexual fire. Cunt juices flowed over her fingers and leaked down over her ass, greasing her shit hole with the oil of her excitement. Then the base of her spine began to burn. Her fingers rammed far up her cunt chute as her eyes popped open and bulged.
A cum more intense than she had ever felt before ignited in her guts and blasted through her cunt and ass. She gnawed at her lower lip to keep herself from crying out, since her neighbors were still on the other side of the wall. White lights exploded into her mind. Her cunt erupted. A tremendous cum gripped the young woman, then blasted through her body. She shook, her whole body trembling, and it felt like her insides were being poured out through her.
And, when it was over, Brenda had little breath and was so exhausted she could barely move. But two thoughts slowly became crystal clear in her mind. First, she had no ghost of an idea of what had caused her to react in this way, finger-fucking her own pussy out in the back yard in broad daylight.