Chapter 1
Ben Christopher's cock was already hard as he made his way down Mill Street to Lucy's house. He'd been making that same walk twice a month, every pay day, for three months. This night he'd had a few extra beers after work, so his mouth watered even more at the thought of what he was about to see.
Thirty bucks was a lot to pay to see Lucy make violent, cunt-to-cunt love with whoever her current girl-friend lover was, but it was worth it. After the sessions watching Lucy and another chick get it on good, he could always go home and rape the shit out of his own wife, Angela.
He wondered why his big-titted wife hated to fuck him so much. Shit, he had a big cock to satisfy her with. Christ, none of the other cunts he fucked seemed to bitch about it. But Angela always got real hot to go and then just faded in the middle.
He mounted Lucy's porch, took a quick pull from the flask, and rang her bell.
Lucy Waters answered the bell. She was a tall, slim woman with small breasts and a cruel mouth. Sometime, Ben thought, I'd like to throw my meat into her and see if she actually hates men as much as she says.
"Hello, Ben. Jesus, you never miss, do you?"
"Never, Lucy. I look forward to this every time."
"Come on in. Wanna beer?"
"Yeah. I'll chase my booze with it." He showed her the flask and eased his body into a large chair. His eyes focused on a gorgeous nude redhead who sprawled, stark naked, on a sofa across from him.
Lucy returned from the sideboard and handed him a tall, frosted mug of beer.
"New girl, Lucy?"
"Yeah. Name's Tilly. Dumbest cunt I've ever seen, but she fucks and sucks up a storm." Tilly never batted an eyelash at Lucy's description of her. She was playing with a nipple on one of the biggest tits Ben had ever seen.
"Goddam, Lucy, you can sure find 'em. Well, let's get started!"
"Ben..."
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Ben fished a ten and a twenty from his pocket and handed them to her.
She smiled. "Now, we'll get started." She walked to the voluptuous nude beauty. Ben watched her grab a handful of the girl's flaming hair and yank the beautiful creature to the floor. She then lay down on the sofa as the naked girl groveled at her feet.
Lucy reached down and clutched one of her epic-sized tits, squeezing and twisting it viciously as the girl's face twisted with a sensuous torture.
"Tell me how much better my lovin' is than a man's," Lucy hissed, her hand snaking out and slapping the girl hard across the face. The girl cringed back, her fantastic tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
Ben shifted in the chair. His lips creased in a sly smile of sheer enjoyment as his eyes darted back and forth surveying the two females.
Lucy backhanded the redhead so hard that she toppled over backwards. She uttered a shrill, weird laugh as Lucy climbed lazily from the sofa and fell down on the floor beside her.
Lucy straddled her, a mocking smile on her cruel lips, as she dealt hard blows to the high jutting mounds and the beautiful face. She bruised her face and neck and yanked at the long red hair until the girl wailed in delight.
Then Lucy lifted the sobbing girl in her arms as Ben chuckled with glee. She tossed her down on the sofa, letting her head crash against the wooden arm.
She grasped one large tit in each hand, squeezing and digging her nails into them as the girl cried out with a lusty joy.
Lucy's hot lips caught the pink nipples in her mouth, grabbing them between her teeth and grinding down on them. The redhead's body was glimmering with beads of sweat as her lush hips spread in a jerking motion and her cunt rotated hotly.
Ben leaned forward, breathing harshly, his lips slack, his jowls quivering, as saliva dribbled from his mouth. His eyes were glazed with a sensuous concentration.
Lucy viciously spread the thighs farther apart as her balled-up fist pounded her buttocks, throwing punches as hard as she could, until the girl finally begged her to stop.
Greedily, she suckled one melon-shaped tit, then the other one. As soon as the girl acted as if she were enjoying the heavenly sensation, she would belt her with a hard blow. A cruel, leering smile of excitement was playing on her thin lips.
Lucy stroked the lush thighs, until the gorgeous redhead was practically purring with joy. Then Lucy punched her brutally in her flat belly, bringing an agonized scream of rapture to the girl's lips and causing her to double up with the pain.
Caught up in her sadistic trance of sensation, and aroused by the naked perfection of the young girl before her, Lucy's animal hunger possessed her. She began to get down to business.
She kissed the large pointed tits, kneading first one and then the other. Despite the welts and bruises, the redhead experienced exquisite, delicious desire as the educated mouth continued sucking.
Lucy nestled her face in the wealth of the mounds of bruised white flesh as she gently brushed the fiery nipples with her hot wet tongue. Spasmodic ecstasy surged through the shapely body as the redhead's hips rotated in a maddening motion.
Ben was sweating profusely and his breathing was ragged as he rubbed his cock with a slow, lazy motion.
"Mmmm ... Ohhhhhh!" the redhead cooed.
Her arms entwined around Lucy's neck as the upthrusted tits bounced against Lucy's boobs. Her rounded ass cheeks revolved in a tantalizing motion beneath Lucy's clutching hands.
Then Lucy's hot, wet lips blazed a trail of hot kisses up and down the smooth white flesh. Her flaming tongue was thick with lust as it licked madly, flicking out at the enticing white skin, turning the girl's entire body into a mass of quivering desire. She squirmed, twisted and jerked as shooting hot pains of joy made her gasp and cry out. The sensation was almost unbearable.
The flicking tongue was skimming across the flat white belly, dipping into the dimpled navel, reaming it, as the girl's body shuddered with fiery response.
"Suck her, Lucy!" Ben suddenly cried. "Get your face right down in her cunt and bite her fucking clit off!"
Lucy chuckled and moaned at her own and Ben's lust as her body shook with the anticipation of eating the russet-crowned cunt just below her searching tongue.
Lucy's lips covered the bare flesh of the redhead's lush hips and writhing thighs. Then her head dipped down, the tongue invading the luscious pink cunt as the girl gurgled and whimpered, muttering incoherent words of bliss.
The hot, persistent tongue continued licking the syrupy cunt as the girl's body thrashed and rolled, her knees raised and spread, her small hands tugging at Lucy's hair, pushing her face into her pussy as tremors of erupting passion climbed through her convulsing body.
They were both panting, but Ben's harsh rasping breath was the loudest as he fell limply back against the chair with his face twisted in delight. One side of his face was jerking with a nervous tic.
"I'm COMMMMING! OH, GOD, LUCY, RAM THAT TONGUE UP MY CUNT! MAKE ME COME GOOD!"
Lucy did just that and Ben nearly came in his pants himself as the beautiful redhead's cunt exploded and spewed juice all over Lucy's sucking mouth and driving tongue.
The two girls fell apart, panting and sweating. Lucy untangled herself and went over to the sideboard. She fixed Ben a fresh drink, then carried it over to him, taking the empty glass from his big hand and replacing it with the fresh one.
"Round one is over, baby, round two coming up!" She gave him a contemptible laugh as she swaggered away from him.
She walked back to the sideboard and poured herself two fingers of whiskey in a glass. She tilted it to her mouth, draining it in one swallow. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then went over to the quietly waiting girl. She lifted her bodily and slammed her down in a chair. She went into the kitchen and returned with some coiled rope and a pair of scissors.
Kneeling in front of the shivering redhead, she tied the girl's ankles to the back legs of the chair, cutting the rope with the scissors. Then she moved over to her wrists and tied them securely to the back legs of the chair.
Now the beautiful girl was tightly bound to the chair, helpless to move. Her legs spread as she sat waiting for Lucy to do as she pleased with her.
Lucy left the room and returned with a leather whip. A strap was around her right wrist, her finger clasped around the end of it. She raised the whip and gave the whimpering girl a grazing blow to the temple. The redhead's eyes rolled in her head as her neck jerked with the blow.
Lucy wielded the whip with sadistic pleasure, flicking against the soft mounds of tit-flesh, bringing screams of delicious pain from the girl's lips. She peppered the voluptuous body with severe blows, careful not to touch her face. All the while her voice was very soft, like a lover's caress, as she dealt out the savage torture.
Ben stared, fascinated. His body was bouncing up and down on the chair as the sound of the leather on flesh filled the room. He was excited and thrilled to the core of his being. The large veins stood out in bold relief on his forehead as the big lesbian continued her punishment on the gorgeous girl.
Now the girl was slumped over, her head a few inches from the enormous mounds of her own tits. Lucy, with an eerie scream, tossed the whip to the floor and kicked out with her foot. The chair toppled to the floor. The girl's feet, still tied to the chair legs, were in the air.
Lucy stripped the clothes from her own body as she climbed on the girl's lap, dangling one leg between her bound leg and hand on each side. Frantically, she molded her middle to the redhead's middle. They were grinding and rubbing together at a rapid pace, with their tits touching and their cunts colliding together.
They continued rubbing back and forth and up and down, meeting in a twisting, grinding rotation. It went on and on until loud, animalistic wails cut through the air. Their bodies trembled violently as they exploded in hot, pulsating tremors of completion.
"Jesus," Ben groaned aloud. "Clit to clit fucking." It was fantastic. Ben had never seen it done before.
Then it was over.
Lucy slapped her a stinging blow across her pretty face. "Shut up! If you don't, I'll let old Ben here run his flat lips over you!" She stalked over to Ben's chair. "How about it, Ben? Wouldn't that be pure ecstasy to be able to mouth that sweet white flesh?"
"I'd rather fuck her. I'd rather stick my dick up her cunt!"
"Oohhhh, now that would have to be twenty extra, Ben. This little cunt doesn't like cock."
Ben looked from Lucy's naked body to the redhead bound in the chair. Her cunt was dripping sauce. Ben could almost feel those pink, wet pussy lips gripping his dick.
"It's a deal," he growled, flipping a bill toward Lucy and tugging out his meat as he lurched across the room.
"No! NO, LUCY!" the redhead screamed. "You said no fuckin'! You said we didn't have to fuck no men, just suck each other and put on a show!"
"Shut up," Lucy hissed from the sideboard. "Just relax your cunt and you'll never know he was inside."
Ben ripped the rope off of one of the redhead's legs. Then he bent the leg up until her knee was banging against one tit. At the same time he spread her thighs and scooted her ass forward on the chair until her cunt hair was tickling the head of his cock.
"No! Please, don't! Let me suck you, mister. I'll suck your joint real good. I'm a good cocksucker, you'll see!"
"Shut up!" Ben shouted, and grabbed his long prick low, near his balls, at the root. He spread her legs apart and jammed the head of his tool into her wet, pink cunt. She screamed and closed her eyes as he pushed into her, hard.
It was as if his entry had suddenly drugged her, emptied her mind to everything except the cock that kept sliding into her, deeper and deeper until her cuntal channel was filled with his meat.
Against her will, the beautiful girl began moaning with passion, revolving her hips, moving into the dick as it started fucking in and out of her.
"Well, shit-oh-dear," Lucy said, standing beside Ben. "Look at that, the bitch is actually liking it!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ben chanted, seeing, hearing and feeling only the wedge of his cock as he slammed it into the redhead's boiling pussy.
He was ramming her savagely now, hammering his rock-hard belly down against hers as his huge tool slid hotly in and out of her well-lubricated hole. And then he gasped out his explosive orgasm, his spasming prick blasting his burning cum deep into her belly.
"Jeez! Oh, yeahhhhh!"
"He's coming!" the redhead shrieked. "Oh, God, I can feel that hot shit squirting into me!"
"Not bad," Ben sighed, and pulled his dick from her still-writhing pussy. He milked the last few drops of jism on one of her thighs and then stuffed his cock back in his pants.
"DAMN, DON'T STOP, YOU ASSHOLE!" the redhead cried. "You got me hot, you prick, NOW MAKE ME COME!"
Ben turned a leering face to Lucy. "You finish her off," he said, and left the house.
Back on the sidewalk he headed for home. Watching the two girls fuck each other had horned him up. Fucking the redhead's cunt had got him started but hadn't satisfied him. Now he would go on home and fuck his wife Angela's eyeballs out.
Angela Christopher had showered and dressed and was now pinning her long red hair up on top of her head. It was getting late, and since it was pay day she was pretty sure that Ben had stopped off at Lucy's place to get his ashes hauled.
That was good. It almost made her happy that Ben was being fucked in a whore house. Then he might not make demands on her. He wouldn't insist on fucking her, pinching her titty nipples and climbing on top of her to stretch her little pussy with his meat-axe of a cock.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was, indeed, beautiful, with a figure that sometimes caused her acute embarrassment when men turned to look at her or gave her a vulgar whistle. She had been a virgin up until she had married Ben, and it had been the most disappointing night of her life. She had a secret. Ever since she was thirteen, Angela had been obsessed with lust. Constantly as a teenager, she had been bothered by passionate, lustful dreams, wild dreams of hot flesh and electrifying thrills, lewd, wanton memories of wild, exciting men fucking her pussy until she begged them to stop.
Her condition became so agitated, she finally went to see a psychiatrist in a strange city and blurted out her feelings and desires. The doctor had seemed kindly and understanding. He talked to her for a long time in a soothing voice, reassuring her, telling her that what she was feeling was quite normal and a stage that most young girls go through.
In that one respect he lied, for he had never had a patient with the intensity or sensuality that Angela exhibited. He told her that her feelings would change once she got married, that everything would be all right.
Yet, when she was gone, he shook his head sadly and told his nurse that, up until his interview with Angela, he had never met a latent nymphomaniac. Whenever girls got together and talked about sex, Angela felt herself being driven by their descriptions and had to get up and leave or change the conversation. Later, at night, in bed alone, she would toss and turn, staring at the ceiling, fighting to keep her hands away from her cunt.
Then her older sister, Mona, got married. That made it worse. Angela would lie in bed at night and envision Mona taking her husband's, Al Malone's cock into her pussy. By the time she was seventeen, Angela could think of nothing but fucking.
Then she met Ben. He wasn't exactly the husband she had dreamed about, but he was so forceful and animal-like that she was attracted to him.
She was sure Ben could settle the burning ache in her pussy, so she let herself get swept into marriage.
The first time they had fucked, it had hurt horribly and, more importantly, it didn't do a thing for her. It was all too brief, too hurried, in the dark, and just as the flames of passion and wantonness were roaring up in her cunt and pleasure began searing through her panting pussy, it was all over, done with, and the craving was worse than ever before.
And, of course, the condition never changed.
Ben never took the time to romance her or even try to make her come once he got his cock into her pussy. He would just ram her until his cockhead exploded and then pull out and leave her hanging.
Sitting there, at her mirror, dreaming of a real man fucking her, got Angela hotter than hell. She could feel her panties, under her robe, soaking with cunt juice. She pushed them down and curled her fingers into the top of her pussy slit.
Her cunt was hot and seething. The juices had oozed in great globs from her cunt walls until they had stained her panties and even overflowed them to stick to the insides of both her thighs.
She thought she was going to cry, but when her fingers touched the already hardened knob of her clit, she closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair. Her legs drifted apart, wider and wider. Her hands found the inner thighs close to her pussy. They were wet and sticky, and getting wetter.
Suddenly she could see herself getting beautifully fucked. Only it wasn't her husband who was fucking her, it was her sister's handsome husband, Al.
His cock was between her legs. She used her thumbs to pull the glued-up hps of her cunt far apart.
She could see it; she could feel it.
Al's big, hard cock plunged deeply into her pussy hole.
She groaned as Al's meat probed farther and faster into her fuck-hole. Her knees flew apart even wider as the muscles in her thighs and her cunt twitched and quivered. And then he was home. His cock was all the way inside her cunt, with its hard ridge literally bursting with sexual intensity against her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus," she groaned in a whisper.
"Cock, cock, cock."
She twisted and writhed as she lifted her hips, shoving her cunt over th, e plunging meat. He withdrew until the ridge on his cockhead tickled the outer lips of her cunt and then plunged into her wet cavern again, harder, more intensely. His thick meat pierced her fuck-hole again and again, faster and more furiously with each thrust.
She moaned, sighed and threw her head from side to side with the joyous intensity of the ramming prick. She could feel the soggy slickness of her juices running out of her cunt, across her fingers and dripping beneath her ass. Her juice was thick, almost like a man's cum as it poured from her open pussy like a flood.
"Say now, that's real good of you, baby. 1 mean, gettin' that little cunt of yours all oiled up and ready for me!"
Angela's eyes popped open. For a second she thought it really was Al. Then she realized that it was Ben. Ben, with his fly open and his hard cock in his hand as he advanced across the room toward her.