"I still don't know why we have to go over there," Brenda said as she walked beside her husband across the street in front of their house. Immediately in front of her, tucked behind high evergreen bushes, was the hidden house of the Wymans.
"They're our neighbors," Bill insisted, reaching over to take her hand. He dragged Brenda along, making her hurry across the street even though there were no cars anywhere on the secluded road. "Besides, Carla Wyman helped me get my job down at the office, and I think it would be a good idea to at least act neighborly."
"I know she did," Brenda sulked. "But it's not like they're our best friends. I've only said hello to Carla a couple of times from across the road, and I haven't done anything but wave to her husband."
"It's Tom," Bill said sharply, squeezing her hand as he walked. "Her husband's name is Tom. And I want you to treat the Wymans like they're good neighbors that you've known for half of your life."
"Just because they live across the street doesn't mean we have anything in common with them," Brenda complained stubbornly, unable to keep from thinking about what she had watched the day before across the wall.
The Stones lived even closer than the Wymans and that certainly didn't mean a thing. Bill was coming on with this neighbor bit, and she wondered what he would think if he knew what a pair of neighbors had been doing out in their yard the day before. Maybe that would change his mind, but Brenda knew better than to bring it up now.
The night before, Bill had been asleep on his side of the bed when Brenda had struggled away on into the early morning hours. He had been naked, his cock laying heavily over onto his left leg, and her pussy hair had been matted with cunt juices, which had also dried down her ass crease and all over the cheeks of her ass.
The smell of cunt hovered in the air as she pushed herself up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. There, she turned on the light and stepped up to the mirror, using her fingers to pull the skin of her pussy mound tight. Through the light cunt hair, she could see tiny marks that Bill had left with his teeth. When she touched them, they were tender and tingling, but there really wasn't much pain. Using a wash cloth, she washed the dried juices from her cunt hair and ass, at least cutting down some of the heady sex smell.
What would Bill think of her? She had worded about that through the rest of the dark hours and then all during the day while he was at work. It was the first afternoon in the three weeks since they moved into the house that she didn't dare to go into the back yard to work with her plants. She was afraid that if she heard the rutting sounds of spanking and fucking drifting over the wall, she would find herself climbing back up onto the concrete blocks to finger fuck herself.
They stepped up onto the porch and Bill knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps sounded on the other side of the portal and suddenly the door was pulled open. In the blue light from the porch and that shining through from the hallway inside, Brenda could see an imposing form – broad shoulders and heavy male body that was all muscle and bone without a trace of fat. Tom Wyman was three inches taller than her own husband and was a solid-packed two hundred pounds.
"Right on time," Tom said gruffly as he stepped aside so the newlywed pair could come in. "All the way down the hall, then go to the left." He shut and locked the door behind them.
Brenda scrambled along behind Bill, trying to keep one hand on his arm. He almost lost her in the turn to the left and she was just catching up when he stepped into a large room. Suddenly he stopped, and the scampering Brenda ran abruptly into his back. Startled, she yipped, as Bill finally moved out of the way. A large, rough hand touched Brenda firmly on the top of the back and pushed her into the room. She was so bothered by Tom's insistent touch and the impatient way he was pushing that Brenda didn't notice at first what had brought Bill up short. It wasn't until she was several feet onto the carpet of the huge recreation room that she saw Carla Wyman poised on the other side of the room close to the large, wooden bar.
Carla was imposing, almost like a Goddess as she stood with her back to the bar with the rear of her fists driven onto the top flare of her hips. Her red hair was like flames dancing around her head in the soft light, as if someone had made a candle shaped like a sexy female body decked out in a leather outfit that was as deeply black as sin. Her chest was apparently bare except for a cowhide vest that was opened down the front, but which covered her magnificent tits. Below her large, strongly indented navel, the waistband of a tight leather skirt cut across her flat stomach. The hem of the skirt barely reached onto her thighs, where Brenda could see the bottom snaps of an ebony garter belt. The stockings the garter belt held up were a deep charcoal and tall leather boots – as black as the rest of her outfit – reached up almost to her knees and ended in severely spiked heels. The extra height Carla gained from the five-inch spikes raised her until she was even taller than Bill.
"So I see you made it," she said to Bill in a voice that sounded somehow demanding. "And you brought along that pretty little wife of yours, just like you were told."
"What do you mean?" Brenda asked the near-naked Goddess in a shrill voice. Then, when Carla didn't answer, Brenda turned toward Bill! She read his face; he looked scared but not confused. "What does she mean, Bill? Why is she almost naked and what does she mean about you doing as you were told?"
He wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead, he alibied weakly: "She was going to cost me my job. And, besides Brenda, they are our neighbors. Why shouldn't we come over to see them if we want?"
"Neighbors?" Brenda exclaimed as she wheeled back toward Carla.
The young newlywed was almost flabbergasted. She felt like she had stepped into a confusing movie, and she desperately needed to know what was going on. But, before she had a chance to ask again for an answer, Carla smiled sadistically and put one of her booted feet up onto a nearby stool.
"I've got something you might remember," the red-haired Carla hissed toward Brenda's husband. "And you don't have to worry – it's already hot and wet."
Brenda's jaw fell. She could look right up the hem of the older woman's leather skirt and see that Carla wasn't wearing panties! Flame-red hair swarmed over a prominent pussy mound, and the lips of the naked cunt gash flared open.
"No!" Brenda squealed as she started backing up.
A large callused hand caught her squarely in the back and shoved viciously, and the young woman tumbled forward to fall to her knees on the floor. Her hands weren't quick enough to catch her weight and her shoulders continued down, her forehead hitting the carpet. White lights flashed behind Brenda's eyes and bells rang in her ears. It felt like her brain was ricocheting around inside her skull. A dagger of pain sliced from her forehead clear to the back of her neck, causing her to lose her balance. Moaning, the girl rolled heavily onto her side.
She groaned as she lifted herself up on one elbow and shook her head in a frantic effort to clear it. She glanced back toward the doorway from where the shove had come, and saw Tom Wyman's massive body towering above her. She hadn't noticed it when she and Bill had come into the house, but up close from the floor she could see that Tom's tight trousers were made from rawhide, just like his wife's clutching skirt. And, at his crotch, which was tightly stretched and showed the hefty bulk of his cock, a leather codpiece had been snapped into place.
He laughed down at the frightened young newlywed, his voice like spikes to Brenda's ears. "Carla's been neighborly to Bill and showed him her pussy, so I guess the least I can do is to be equally as friendly and show you my prick."
"No!" Brenda squealed again.
But her protests were too late. In an instant, Tom grabbed the top of his codpiece and ripped the leather patch away. Immediately a heavy mass of male fuck-meat sprang out in the form of a raging hard cock, and the man laughed savagely as Brenda trembled speechless at the sight of his heavy club of a prick.
"How about this for a cunt-fucker?" he chided Brenda, taking the massive shaft of his cock in the fingers of one hand. "It's one of the biggest pricks you'll be able to find anywhere in the neighborhood, but I guess a little slut like you will find that out for herself."
"Bill!" Brenda squeaked, using her bare heels to push herself on the carpet, away from the man.
Her shoes had fallen off during the tumble and her skirt had hiked up over her hips. The tiny bikini panties were in full sight and the thin material barely covered her pussy and cunt. The skin beneath the filmy cloth burned as she felt Tom's evil eyes staring holes right through her panties.
But no matter how much she pleaded to Bill for assistance, her husband was absolutely no help. He was mesmerized by the sight of Carla's juicy cunt as the tall red-haired bitch reached back onto the bar and picked up a short, black riding crop which she snapped against the side of her right leg.
"I think it's time you paid a little more attention to my pussy," Carla hissed at the entranced Bill. "So come over here and get down on your fucking knees!"
As Brenda watched, Bill was like a zombie as he stumbled forward then sank to his knees just a few feet in front of Carla's cunt. He shuffled those last few inches on his knees until his face was almost pushed into Carla's exposed pussy.
"Bill! What are you doing?" Brenda screamed frantically from where she lay back on the floor.
What she was seeing was totally unbelievable – her husband, Bill, was almost shoving his nose into their neighbor's hairy pussy! Brenda's mind whirled and she wondered for a second whether all of this was simply a bad dream as she lay unconscious on the floor from the blow to her head. But the snarling, acid-like voice of Carla was like a blow to her face – waking her to the fact that every bit of this horror was terribly, terribly real – when the red-haired woman ordered Brenda's husband to come forward and lick her pussy.
"Stop it!" Brenda cried, tears of panic rolling out of her eyes.
But Bill didn't hear her, so deeply did Carla control him, and Brenda watched as her husband's tongue licked into the red-haired Amazon's cunt gash. The sight shacked Brenda so badly that it stole her breath and she wasn't able to tear her eyes away.
Then, quickly, Brenda had worries of her own. A large hand crashed into her chest and the fingers wrapped into the top of her dress. With one quick jerk, the whole bodice of the dress was ripped out, and her tits suddenly were quivering nakedly on her chest in the subtle light of the room. The waist of the dress had stopped the tear, but Tom's fist simply bunched the loose cloth in his fingers at Brenda's belly then gave another mighty tug. This time the entire front of the yellow dress tore away, leaving Brenda's body naked except for the tiny bikini panties that covered her cunt and ass.
Her head snapped back wards, cracking against the carpet as both of her hands dived down the front of her body to protect her pussy. But Tom's next action was to tear away the shoulders and sleeves, completely freeing her of the dress as the back collapsed loosely to the floor. Brenda's eyes bulged as she stared up at the brutal man, who stood sneering down at her with his cock bobbing and weaving from his crotch. Brenda gulped when she got a closer look, because now that he had stepped up to her, she was looking at his huge prick free just a couple of feet away.
The meaty cockshaft was marked with dark, jagged lines beneath the skin – bulging veins carrying blood that tinted the swollen cockhead almost purple. The underside of the cockhead looked like the front of a Roman helmet, and heavy, hairy balls hung out of the hole in the leather trousers, which the removal of the codpiece had laid bare.
Her hands and the filmy bikini panties the only protection her pussy had, and both proved to be futile as Tom swept away her arms with two blows of his fist. Then his thick fingers caught in the front of the panties and ripped them completely away. Sneering, he tossed the now-useless material to the side and glared down at the frightened naked woman.
Brenda didn't know what to do. Panic gripped her, and all that she managed was to tremble and cry. Her hands started for her lightly furred pussy once again, but the sudden fury of Tom's brown eyes warned her to keep them away. In the background, she could hear the slurping sound of her husband's tongue in Carla's juicy cunt. But, at the time, she had little chance to worry about that since it appeared that her own sexual torture was about to begin.
But, surprisingly, Tom turned away from her to walk over to a cabinet mounted on one wall. He opened its door and rustled around the interior with his hand, then brought back a short leather band with something metallic shining at one end. Brenda thought he was going to hit her and she scrambled to cover her tits and her cunt with her arms and hands. But his fingers grasped into her golden hair and her shoulders and head were lifted completely from the floor. Brenda's scalp exploded in pain as she was pulled up to sit on her naked ass. Then Tom wrapped the leather band around her neck from the back and clicked the metal lock into place. When he stepped back again, Brenda's hands flew to her throat, where her fingers found the leather collar inescapably clasped. On the front of the flattened lock was a small metal ring, but Brenda had little time to explore that with her fingers before Tom jerked her to her feet by yanking on one of her arms. She flew up. Even her toes left the floor. She crashed down heavily on her heels. She would have tumbled forward if Tom hadn't held her up by her arm.
"Now let's give you a good look at that cunt licking husband of yours," the man snarled, pulling her toward a high wooden bench that looked like a piano stood built twice too far from the ground.
Tom rudely pushed Brenda face-down over the short, rectangular beach, with her head overhanging one cud and her ass fastened to the front legs of the beach next to the floor. The position pulled Brenda's toes from the floor and the weight of her body pressed down onto her tits. She lifted her head and looked straight out. Right before her, just a few feet away, her panting husband was eating Carla Wyman's hot clit.
"Lick it harder, you little shit." Carla snarled down at pussy-eating Bill. "Run that fucking tongue of yours all the way up my greasy slit!"
Bill's head drew back for a second and Brenda could see cunt juices all over his face. All around his mouth, the pussy nectar glistened almost as if the woman's leaking fuck-pit had been pouring grease into his face. The cunt sap dribbled across both sides of his chin and streaked down his neck. As Brenda watched, her husband's tongue licked out and lapped round his mouth to collect the pussy juice on his face. In that second, Carla's hands unbuttoned her skirt and she flicked the leather garment away. Now her pussy and ass were naked even though she still wore a garter belt, hose and boots below her waist. Her ass flesh was a healthy pink, and Brenda could see now that the woman's fiery cunt hair crawled thickly up her belly almost to her navel. Her pussy muff was like a forest of tight, kinky red hair that surrounded cuntlips flared open to show the coral flesh of her dint folds.
Brenda groaned. Never had she seen such an awful thing. And to make matters worse, Bill's face was dipping back in with his tongue leading the way. Brenda saw his long licker push into the gaping pussy, then his face covered Carla's crotch as he fucked his tongue far up her cunt hole.
"You like watching your husband eat pussy?" Tom chided her from the back, slapping Brenda's naked right ass cheek with the palm of his hand.
"No!" Brenda shrieked as her right ass cheek caught fire. Then Tom evened things out by smacking her left one the same. Now her whole ass felt like someone had held a torch next to her skin.
Tom walked around hi front of her and proudly showed her his prick. Up close, Brenda could see the evil-looking piss slit, which looked like the tiny mouth of a snake. A clear drop of pre-cum had blossomed and clung to the end of the cockhead, and the bar-like shaft of horny fuck-meat jutted right up to her nose as Tom stood there and bellowed with evil glee.
"Before this thing is over, we'll return the favor and let that husband of yours watch you suck cum out of my cock," he said, taking the prickshaft in his hand and slapping the cockhead against one other cheeks.
It startled Brenda as much as it hurt her, but she still wasn't ready when the prick crashed against the other side of her face.
"Just turn the other cheek, they always say," he mocked her. "But you have another set of cheeks I'm more interested in right now. Whenever we manage to get us a new young pussy, I always like to ream out her tight cunt hole before moving on to other, more exciting things."
"Please don't!" Brenda cried.
But Tom was already walking around to her ass. As she gritted her teeth in horror, he used both hands to spread the crack between the ass cheeks. One thick finger prodded at her tightly puckered asshole, then his whole hand slid down to her pussy. Brenda squealed when Tom ran two fingers into her cunt hole and she began to squirm with her ass.
"You little slut!" he snarled at her. "You've been acting like you're scared to death, and here I find that your pussy is as damp as a swamp. The juices are already flowing in there, just waiting for my cock."
"Noooo!" Brenda moaned, but she knew at least part of what he had said was true.
Watching Bill face-fuck Carla's pussy had caused Brenda to get hot. She was still appalled by what she had seen Bill doing, but her body hadn't been nearly so shocked. It had reacted with arousal, and now Brenda wished she could somehow dry up her cunt hole because the sadistic man was going to read those pussy juices just like they were an invitation to his prick. And no sooner had she thought it than the fingers of one of his hands spread the lips of her cunt and his hot cockhead nudged into her pussy slit. As she cried, she felt him lining his prick up with the small mouth of her cunt.
Brenda begged and blubbered, but even she knew that the protests were far too late. The prick throbbed at the entrance to her pussy's fuck-channel, and it took no imagination at all to realize that she was about to be brutally fucked.