The sound of the oar machine creaking as Martin worked it frantically in the fury of his orgasm blended with the soft, rhythmic sighs coming from Anne's full lips as Chuck fucked his outsized cock into her squirming, scent-filled pussy. The pumping prick made a liquid sound as it filled and emptied the cheerleader's black-bearded twat.
"Come – your come is filling me!" Jacqui cried happily. "God, how I love it!"
Martin's muscular legs were still working like a rocker. They lifted the combined weight of him end his horny aunt into the air every time he forced his prick into her seething, orgasming cunt. The rippling waves of contraction played agonizingly up and down the length of his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the conical head of his prick.
The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the flesh of his back.
At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside. The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a faint metronomic rattle. Jacqui sighed heavily and rested her chin on her nephew's big shoulder.
"Wow," she breathed. She sat astride his massive prick, feeling it go limp within her satiated cunt. She felt the juices seeping out past the distended lips of her pussy, and her nose drank in the tart aroma of her cunt sauces and the dry sharpness of Martin's come.
Even as Martin and Jacqui were relaxing into afterglow, Chuck was beginning to give his prick to Anne fast and furiously. "Hot damn!" she exclaimed. "You sure, know how to work that Goddamned prick."
Chuck laughed hoarsely, sweat was pouring down his forehead into his eyes. He shook his head to clear them. A lewd grin bared long, yellowed teeth. "Nope," he told the wriggling girl. "You ever tried milking a cow with that pussy of yours?"
Anne giggled and rotated her hips till Chuck cried out with delight. "No," she said huskily, "but maybe I'll try it someday."
Chuck shook his head. "You're a wild little bitch," he said. He fucked his cock into her snatch so hard her toes came off the carpet.
"You're damn right, you great big fucker," Anne said. She started cocking her hips, forward and back. The back and forth motion fucked her cunt on Chuck's thrusting prick with short, choppy, maddening strokes. "Too bad your friend Martin couldn't keep it in mind and too bad he made the mistake of thinking I wasn't all the woman he'd ever need!"
Too bad for him, Chuck thought, but not for me. His hands were splayed like pale spiders on her moon-white ass cheeks. The lips of his thumbs were put into the crease between her buttocks, as his stabbing cock wedged her ass cheeks apart.
The whole tremendous length of his prick was wet with the oils of Anne's hungry snatch. The oils from deep inside her pussy were thick and had a sexy smell.
To the to-and-fro rocking of Anne's hips, the girl added a wicked spiral motion. Chuck gasped. Saliva trickled from the side of his mouth and dripped onto the bent-over cheerleader's bare ass. "Hey," he choked, "What's the idea? You're about to make me shoot off like a skyrocket!"
"That's the idea, big boy," Anne purred. "Hurry up and pump your load up my cunt. I've got a new game I want to play with our captive librarian."
Chuck looked down at the perfectly matched demi globes of ass jutting to either side of his prick. He was excited at the thought of what new games the cruel and jealous black-haired beauty had in mind. But he didn't want this torrid fucking to be over. And he didn't like the idea of the girl dismissing him so casually. She should treat the owner of such a magnificent prick with more respect!
Just about that time what felt like a hand encased in a glove of oiled silk took hold of his prick and began jacking it off. "Hey…!" he began.
A hot orgasm choked his words off. They trailed into a protracted groan of sheer ecstasy as a mighty surge of his prick filled Anne's supple pussy sheath with come. "That's more – ahh! – like it!" she cried. Her jugs rolled around the surface of the pool table like water balloons. "Now it's my turn to coooommmmmmmme!"
Chuck's eyes were half-shut. Unable to control himself, he fucked wad after wad of jism into that boiling, rank cunt. Fascinated, he watched the little white bubbles of sperm well out around his prick. They looked like soap suds.
Anne felt the prick give one last, powerful spasm, and felt a few drops of come searing the sensitive lining of her cunt channel. Then Chuck's cock went limp immediately. The air left his lungs in a long, satisfied sigh.
He pushed back, watching his limp worm of a prick slide out from between the girl's buns. At last it came free. A long trail of jism stretched between the tip of the prick and the slack, pink lips of Anne's pussy. It broke and slopped onto the carpet.
Anne wriggled her whole body voluptuously. Then she stood up, smoothing the hem of her skirt over her bare buttocks. "All right," she said. "Time for phase two. Get the bitch off Martin's lap and tie him up. Then take the cuffs off her and I'll tell you what to do next."
Totally spent, Jacqui slumped against Martin's chest. Despite having just come off for the second time in an hour, his big prick was still half-hard and pulsing to his languid heartbeat in the depths of her pussy. Her cunt still swam in sweet oils. She could feel them, mixed with her nephew's sperm, leaking into his crotch. "Mmmm," she said, and rubbed her head against Martin's.
Hands grasped her from behind. "Ah!" she said. The delicious aftermath of her glorious climax was suddenly gone.
She felt herself being lifted. Martin's cock slid reluctantly out of her pussy. She got her feet under her, and then the still-swollen cockhead popped out of her cunt and collapsed into the aromatic mess in his crotch.
Martin had to raise his hands to allow Jacqui's bound arms to slip over his head. He came out of his erotic stupor thinking about jumping Chuck and overpowering him. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Anne holding the pistol on him again, and that idea went out the window. He sat quietly as Chuck propped Jacqui against the pool table and came back to bind him to the rowing machine. "I got some tape, Anne," the skinny security guard said. "Electrician's stuff. Is that okay to tie Martin up with?"
Anne called affirmation. She was standing by the exercise cycle, fiddling with it. Confidently, he taped the blond-haired youth's arms behind the back of the seat, wrist to elbow, and then taped his ankles securely to the legs of the rowing-machine chair. "There," he said in satisfaction, "that oughta hold you."
"You bastard," Martin gritted. "You yellowbellied, back stabbing bastard!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere!" Anne sang out cheerily. "Take a look over here, and see what I've got in mind for our little librarian lady."
"I don't get it," Chuck said, scratching his head. "All I see is an exercise cycle with the seat taken off."
Anne ran her hand lovingly over the tubular steel pole the bicycle seat had been attached to. "Yeah," she said. "And this length of rope I found behind the stairs. Tie one end around the scrawny bitch's waist and haul her over here."
Jacqui exchanged glances with her nephew, bound immovably to the seat of the rowing machine on which he'd so recently fucked his aunt. Neither had any idea what was coming next. Chuck seemed to, however. Leering, he stooped by her side and knotted the hairy rope around her trim waist.
"Ouch! That's too tight," she protested. Chuck grinned in her face.
"In a few seconds, lady," he assured her. "You won't have a thought for how tight that is!" Then he put his arms around her and scooped her up.
He grinned at the feel of his armful of lovely, naked woman, her body still warm and moist with the delightful exertion of making love, her pussy still redolent of the heady juices of her lust. He set her on her feet beside the cycle, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and raised her up.
Belatedly, Jacqui realized what was in store for her. She screamed and kicked, but it did no good. The wiry security guard was too strong for her.
With Anne on her knees, guiding Jacqui's hips, Chuck impaled the shrieking librarian's cunt on the erect bar where the cycle seat had been. With her legs together, the tip of the bar would not quite have reached the mouth of her pussy. But with her legs thrashing, Chuck managed to get several inches of the icy, metallic rod up her cunt.
Martin cursed them bitterly. He threw his weight against his bonds time and again without weakening them at all. Ignoring him, Anne pulled the free end of the rope down and looped it around the lower members of the cycle's frame.
"Pull her up," she ordered, "so just an inch or so's up her cunt. That's the way!" With nimble fingers she tied the rope so it stretched taut from the captive's waist to the metal strut. Then she stood up to admire her handiwork.
Chuck unlocked the handcuffs from Jacqui's wrists. "Just leave her hands free. How does it feel, baby?"
"Aw-awful!" Jacqui sobbed. Already her legs were quivering with the effort of holding her body off that brutal bar. The inch of metal inside her felt cold and dead in her cunt.
Anne grinned. "It'll feel worse," she said pleasantly. "Now get your legs up and pedal!"
Jacqui hesitated. Anne grabbed the jump rope and lashed her savagely across the tits. "Aiiieeee!" she cried, then moaned. She had cringed from the pain of the rope cutting into her tender titflesh, and had driven another two inches of steel rod up her cunt. It felt like a spike.
Reluctantly, Jacqui lifted a foot to a pedal. Her body sagged, more steel went up her snatch. "Noooooooo!" she groaned. "Don't make me do it!"
The rope licked out and caressed her bare hip gently. She bit a cry off just in time. She looked at Anne for any sign of mercy, any hint of compassion. All she saw in that face was cold cruelty.
Her arms braced, Jacqui picked her other foot up off the floor. Her arms shook violently as she tried to steer it to the pedal. Her foot touched it. The pedal turned out from under it as she put her weight on.
Jacqui's foot slipped. She fell onto the metal upright. "Arrrggghhhh!" she cried as it stabbed brutally into her delicate cunt. Gasping with agony, she hoisted herself up and got her foot securely on the pedal. Her arms and legs taking her weight, she trembled and tried to keep from falling onto that vicious rod again.
"Now pedal," Anne commanded. The whip cracked against a snowy butt cheek. Jacqui shrieked at the new pain. "Pedal!"
Jacqui did. Her muscles creaked in protest, but she made her legs work. They ran the pedals around one full circuit. Bound as she was, she was unable to get the torturing steel out of her pussy.
The pedaling worked her cunt around the metal pole. The upright seemed to be tearing her pussy apart.
"Faster!" Incandescent agony blared along the crease of Jacqui's ass as the cheerleader slashed her with the rope. Her scream was piercing in the confines of the basement. Nausea surged in her stomach. But she pedaled faster.
Her knees pumped up and down. Her high, firm tits jogged to the rhythm of her cycling. Her ass cheeks churned and wobbled. And always that metal rod was throbbing painfully in her cunt!
To her horror, Jacqui found the strength ebbing from her joints. That sadistic slut! she thought. Anne had calculated this new torture well. The faster Jacqui pedaled, the faster she would weaken – and the more of that awful bar would thrust into her tender pussy!
She tried slackening her pace gradually, hoping it would escape notice. Anne landed three blows on her ass that she thought, through a haze of anguish, must have stripped the skin in tatters from her tormented ass. And worse, she lost ground. Still more of that loathsome hardness wracked the walls of her cunt!
Anne was laughing uproariously. She dropped the jumprope to skin her cheerleader's sweater off over her head, baring the magnificent melons of her jugs. The nipples were eagerly erect in the broad purple circles of her aureoles. Then she pulled the skirt down, recovered the rope, and began to whip the flagging captive with all her strength.
Her long black tresses flew and her boobs bounced like bags of oil as she laid the knotted rope-end on the cringing, nude flesh of her captive. Even as he sat cursing her, Martin Reinhard had to admit she was a splendid animal, beautiful, sensuous, and completely evil. Her succulent body gleamed with perspiration. Her lovely face was a mask of unnatural lust.
"Aiii! No! Owwwwaaah! Yahhh – stop! I'm pedaling – ghaaaa! – as fast as I can!" Jacqui shrieked and pleaded. Anne laughed like a maniac and whipped her all the harder, till her ass and thighs glowed with scarlet welts of pain. All the while the steel rod ground hideously inside her cunt. It was driving deeper with every turn of the pedals, now.
Jacqui's body throbbed with a million different pains. Her tits smarted from the abuse they'd received. Her ass seemed to be on fire from the cutting kiss of the jumprope. Her pussy was being invaded by an ever-increasing length of cold, heartless metal. Mid her thighs ached from the exertion need to keep her from collapsing onto the upright and having it tear into her delicate insides.
Tears flooded down her cheeks. Her chestnut hair hung lank beside her face. Her throat was raw from pleading, and the rope was burning her waist.
And still the unbearable torment continued!
At last the horrendous hail of blows ceased. She slumped forward, unable to keep pedaling. Pathetic sounds issued from her throat as her weak legs gave way and her body came down on the cycle's upright. "Stop," she sobbed. "Haven't you had enough? Get me off this thing before it kills me! Unngghhh!"
Anne stood before her, head to one side. "Doesn't it feel good, sweetheart?" she asked.
"No!" It was a ragged cry.
The sweaty, tense ass slipped lower. Jacqui gasped at the pain in her cunt. "That upright's stiffer than any prick – even Martin's. Don't you want it to fill that hot box of yours?"
"Ghaaa – no! It's tearing me apart! It'll kill me – don't you understand? It'll rip my insides to sheds. It's murder! Aaah! HELP ME!"
At Anne's side Chuck was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had finally taken off his shirt. His prick was at half-mast from watching the naked librarian's torture and degradation, but he had a worried look.
"She's right," he said above Jacqui's pitiful groans. "Those blackmail photos will cover a lot of things for us, but not murder…"
Anne tossed her gleaming hair petulantly. "All right," she said. "If you're going to be such a weakling, let her off that thing. But still," she went on, pushing the hair back out of her face, "she could have taken a lot more. And I don't want anything heavy to happen to her – yet."
Chuck was on his knees, untying the rope from the cycle frame. He stood when he'd finished and lifted the woman off. Her pussy came off the upright with a sucking noise. A dark smear covered the upper seven inches of the bar.
Jacqui was semiconscious. A wave of relief swept over her body as the steel hardness came out of her pussy. She welcomed the soft, supporting touch of the floor beneath her. She lay still, a mass of gradually easing aches, as Chuck undid the rough rope around her waist.
Almost immediately she felt a noose being slipped over her head. She opened her half-closed eyes as Anne straightened beside her. She found she was staring right up into the jet-black bush of the cheerleader's pussy.
The brunette smiled down between the twin peaks of her jugs. For the first time Jacqui got a good look at her youthful tormentor in her full naked splendor. And it was quite a sight.
The huge yet firm jugs Jacqui had seen before, and the fit young belly coming down to a narrow waist. But she hadn't really gotten a look at Anne's cunt before. The black triangle of coarse fur was shiny and surprisingly small. The cunt hair along the slit of her pussy was matted, sopping with cunt juice.
Anne let her prisoner look her over. Then she put hands on hips and rolled her hips. Her pussy opened up like a flower. A blast of rankness hit Jacqui full in the face. It brought her out of her mental fog like a whiff of smelling salts. Her stomach reeled.
It was her first exposure at close range to the damp, dank, overpowering stench of an aroused female twat. Anne's inner cunt lips were startlingly bright against the darkness of her pubic hair. A droplet of pussy sauce glittered between the pink flesh-flaps of her cunt.
Jacqui felt a slow tightening of the noose around her neck. Anne was pulling the rope, reeling her prisoner's face in towards her waiting cunt. Jacqui pulled back, then coughed as the rope choked her.
"Be a good girl now," Anne admonished, "and eat my little pussy. It's good for you, you know. A little lezzie action will broaden your horizons."
With her other hand she held up the damned jumprope. "It could also keep me from having to use this on your hide. You have such lovely, delicate skin – really you do. It'd be a pity to mar it any more." She tugged on the rope again.
Still Jacqui held back. The noose tightened on her neck again. Anne draped the jumprope across her shoulders. She shivered. Then she opened her mouth.
Anne writhed with delight as the captive woman kissed her wide-open cunt. Her pussy opened wider, and a torrent of heated oils gushed out over Jacqui's face. In her excitement she tugged on the leash holding the captive. Jacqui fell against her, grabbing at her legs for balance.
The white flesh was satiny-warm beneath Jacqui's palms. The naked prisoner scarcely noticed. Her universe was filled with the hot rank smell of cunt!
Her tongue seemed to be swimming in a pungent broth of the cheerleader's cunt juice. Jacqui's stomach revolted. This was another woman's pussy she was tasting! The smelly, forbidden private parts of the lusty, full-bodied adolescent! Jacqui shook her head, wanting to be free of the stink and savor of the dripping cunt, from the slithery feel of the grasping cunt lips, from this illicit closeness to another woman's sex!
Let her whip me! she thought wildly. I'm not a lesbian! Though her pussy still ached terribly from her ride on the seatless exercycle, she almost wished she were back with her cunt impaled on that tearing metal shaft with her joints threatening to give way under the strain, instead of having her face buried in the brunette's steaming cunt bush. She wagged her head furiously from side to side, trying to free herself.
Anne threw her head back and moaned with animal pleasure. With her twat lips spread out like a hand over her prisoner's mouth, the librarian's frantic head motions sent stabs of delight shooting up the channel of Anne's pussy. "That's right, baby!" Anne exulted. "Just shake your face around my cunt! Keep that up and I might not whip you any more!"
Jacqui didn't even hear her. The cheerleader was holding the back of her neck. Her strong hands were crushing Jacqui's reluctant face into the fermenting depths of her snatch. The avid cunt lips smeared shiny rank juices all over the librarian's mouth. The stuff went up her nose, on her cheeks, dripped down her chin and fell in sizzling droplets onto her upturned tits.
Anne leaned back against the frame of the exercycle. Her pussy crawled up Jacqui's face. Her strong slim hand kept up the pressure at the back of Jacqui's neck. The librarian gave a muffled gasp as her nose plunged smack into the midst of that sopping, sloppy, slithering pussy!
She gagged and opened her mouth for air. Cunt juice flooded it instead. The harsh taste of it made her want to heave.
"Yes!" shrieked Anne, clawing at her captive's head. "Eat me! Fuck me with your nose – what a trip! God, the bridge of your nose is pressing right up against my clit! I can hardly stand it – ahhh! Give it to me hard!"
With the cheerleader's juicy thighs pressing in on her cheeks, and the greedy noises of the cunt covering her nose and mouth gurgling in her ears, Jacqui could barely make out what her captor was saying. But the sense got through to her, and she was even more revolted. God, this bawdy young slut wanted her to fuck her dripping cunt with her nose! It was incredible.
If she'd thought about it, Jacqui would have cringed then for fear of the stinging lash that had been her reward for disobeying her tormentor in the past. But she needn't have worried. The fire in Anne's cunt was raging out of control. It could only be smothered in one way – she had to come! With the jumprope abandoned and coiled like an obedient serpent around her bare feet, she grabbed Jacqui's auburn hair with both hands and began fucking her face in and out of her ravenous snatch by main force.
Jacqui's head reeled from the frantic jerking and her nose plunged into the depths of Anne's twat! Anne's cunt bush shrank, then grew to fill the librarian's vision as her head was yanked bodily forward and back. Loud squelching noises assaulted her ears. A spray of cunt juice washed over her face at every inward surge.
"Ah! Ahhhhh – God! Good, unngggh, so goooood!"
Anne practically sobbed. "Tongue my pussy, baby! Make it perfect, make it good – lick my pussy all up!"
This time Jacqui heard her shrill scream of desire loud and clear. And to her amazement, she obeyed!
Her lips parted, her tongue crept out. Instead of the slippery wetness of cunt, it touched slightly rough, rumpled skin moistened with cunt juice. Anne squealed wantonly and ground Jacqui's face into her crotch.
For a few heartbeats, Jacqui knelt with her nose in the juices of Anne's pussy, her fingers clawed in the flesh of the girl's bare leg, her tongue soaking up the sweetness of pussy sauce. Then she let her tongue inch forward ever so slightly. It touched a dimpled pucker of dry flesh. A shiver ran through Anne's body.
"My asshole!" she moaned from low in her throat. "Lap my asshole, sweetheart!"
So it was the cheerleader's asshole her questing tongue had encountered. Oddly, Jacqui was not at all disturbed. Instead she was intrigued and excited. "Look at that," Chuck said, leaning against the pool table with his cock waving in the breeze. "If we're not careful, those two are going to decide they don't need either of us!"
Martin's answer was a growled curse. But he himself was feeling prickles of heat crawling over his naked body. His aunt was actually getting into eating that strange black-haired bitch's hot cunt! It was unbelievable. He saw the little motion's of her chestnut head, cradled in Anne's loving hands, as she reeled her tongue back away from the girl's butthole. A trickle of wetness showed on one bare thigh, under the swelling curve of a butt cheek. Jacqui was getting turned on!
She was as surprised by the fact as Martin. But she wasn't fighting it! Once she got accustomed to the undiluted strength of Anne's pussy-smell, she found she liked it. And the feel of those pussy lips on her face – why they weren't disgusting at all! They were like a tender, moist, agile mouth, kissing hers with loving care. She stirred her nose in the seething cauldron of Anne's cunt and stuck her tongue as far up the girl's pussy hole as it would go.
Anne's shriek of ecstasy shook the windows as fiercely as Jacqui's cries of agony had earlier. Her hair poured in a midnight cascade down her back as she threw back her head and came.
An oily noose caught Jacqui's tongue and sucked it impossibly deeper into Anne's pussy. The cheerleader's padded pubic bone banged into the bridge of Jacqui's nose as she fucked herself uncontrollably on that maddening feminine nose and tongue. Jacqui's own pussy was streaming with cunt juice. The sexual ecstasy seemed to pour into her body in a sparkling electric current from the black-bearded cunt.
She closed her eyes. Greedily she drank down every drop of delicious, musky woman-wine from Anne's cunt. The girl pulled her face still deeper into her climaxing cunt. The resilient pussy lips enfolded Jacqui's nose, pressed onto her cheeks, the swell of that furry cunt covered her eyes. She sighed into the twat and settled in to eating the quivering, coming brunette's pussy.